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Giving Up Your Ghost (Suresh x MC)

I’m disappointed (to say the least) with LITG 5 so I did my first ever fic to help me cope lol. English is not my first language, so bear with me. This is a Suresh x MC fic I based off of NIKI's song, Oceans and Engines. A headcanon of what really happened before and after Suresh shattered his 5 year relationship with Euna (MC) before the villa.

The details are not all based on the events revealed during LITG 5. And I recommend listening to the song while you're reading if you're comfortable with it.

This is also posted on wattpad if you’d like to read it with the part titles here!

Giving Up Your Ghost (8k+ words)

The sun is shining bright and I feel restless. I'm a few hours away from my trip to Essex.

I'm finally going to see you again Suresh..

Seeing him only behind a screen for 6 months has been the hardest. I've been drowning myself with singing gigs and keeping myself busy from all the time he's away to distract myself. I have to admit that this tested our relationship. Suresh is never chill and would always find a way for adventure, while I'm always on my comfort zone, never leaving Edinburgh. He never forced me to get out of it, but sometimes I just wish he did. Now that this is the longest time we've been apart, it would have been easier if I tried to show him a different side of me.

We were always opposites, but that's when I know that we click together. While I wasn't always his first, he was my first in everything. And I really hope he's my last.

I really hope he's happy to see me tomorrow..

Who am I kidding? Of course he's going to be happy! We've been away from each other for so long, I know he misses me. And this is the perfect surprise for our anniversary.

I fixed my faded pink dyed hair into a half bun. I can see the overgrown roots peeking on my head. I haven't bleached and recolored my hair for so long ever since he left. I can see small bags under my eyes, and I obviously look a little messed up. I haven't really slept well for the last few days before this trip. My head has been full of questions if I should do it.

I looked at the little red velvety box beside my purse. My heart thumped hard and I'm actually really nervous.

Am I really gonna propose?

I flicked my forehead to wake me up from my senses. Why am I even doubting this? I'm definitely sure. I love Suresh, and I know he loves me. We've been together for 5 years, but we don't need to get married right away. I just want to let him know that I'm willing to do this. No big gestures. I will do it once we're alone, so he won't feel pressured to answer. I know it's not the most conventional, but I couldn't care less.

I breathed deeply and hid the box inside my purse. My bag is now packed and I'm ready to go. I called a cab and rushed to the train station. It's going to be at least a 5 hour ride, and I will arrive before midnight. And since it's a Saturday night, Suresh will be home expecting me to call him at the exact hour I'll knock on his door. It's the perfect surprise.

Me, I'm the surprise.

I don't know why my hands are shaking and my heart is beating so fast once I got inside the train. I'm fucking nervous. Why am I so nervous? Is this because I haven't seen him for so long, and it wouldn't be the same when we see each other again? I really hope this is just agitation and I'm just excited to see him.

I sat on the most secluded area and nearest to the window. It's a cold November night, but I'm too distracted with my thoughts to even notice it. I brought a book and read for a few minutes, but I eventually closed it.

All I can think about is Suresh.

He hasn't contacted me since last night. I know he's out with his co-workers and I don't usually bother him too much when he does. I didn't even bother messaging him today since well.. I'm surprising him in a few hours. We shared each other's location every time he went away since he also insisted and wanted to know if I'm safe and he'll get notified if I'm in trouble. We were comfortable in that set up because I know he's looking out for me, and he wanted to let me know that I can trust him. I rarely check his location, but since he didn't contact me last night, I checked it and he went to a pub for a while then arrived home at around 2AM.

I left him a message this morning asking how he is, but hasn't replied yet. I turned my GPS off before I left my flat. I didn't want him knowing I was coming for the surprise. But him not messaging me yet since this morning honestly got me a bit anxious. He'd usually let me know once he got up, but I figured he had a hangover and was still asleep.

I trust him, it was his day off after all. He's been like that every friday nights. Then he'll for sure stay for the rest of the weekend at home and spend time talking to me. There were times when he called me while he was drinking with his friends, and he always sounded really happy.

I just hope he's not too happy without me.

No. Here I go again. I'm not gonna doubt Suresh. I trust him.

My head's all over the place, I'm really nervous. I didn't realize how exhausted I was. I closed my eyes and fell asleep right away.

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"Do you really have to go? Please just stay." I pleaded and held Suresh's hand tighter from our cuddle, raising my head from his chest to look at him. My doe eyes not leaving his beautiful face.

I let go of his hand and traced delicate lines along his thick brows then brushed his hair backwards. I wanted to convince him to stay.

"You know I can't do that, Euna." he left a small peck on my nose, "I have important matters to fix with a big case. I already asked you if you wanted to come. You told me you didn't want to leave Edinburgh. Are you changing your mind now?"

He chuckled and looked at me affectionately, holding my cheeks then brushing his fingers down to my chin to fix my head. We've lived together for 2 years, but the difficult part was his constant travels. It never lasted for months. He'd always come back after a few days, but not this time. This will be the longest time we'll be away from each other.

He kissed my forehead this time and I felt that area burn. I'm blushing really hard. He knows how I absolutely love it when he does that.

I pouted, almost teary eyed. I hugged him tight and buried my face on the side of his neck.

"I'm gonna miss you." I whispered, feeling my hot breath and the vibration from my voice on his skin. He hugged me tighter, holding my waist and I can hear him chuckle again.

"Me too, princess. Me too." he reached for my temple and gave it a soft kiss. There he goes again, calling me princess. I never understood why, but it's growing in on me. He's the only person allowed to call me that.

I'll always be his princess.

"Promise me you won't forget me?" I asked.

"Why would that even cross my mind?" he sounded as if it was the most disgusting thing he has ever heard.

"So you promise?" I asked again.

Good god I sound like a child. But I'm not ashamed, this is how comfortable I am with him. I never feel ashamed acting all so silly around him.

He rolled his eyes playfully and grinned.

"Yes princess, I promise."

I don't know what came to me. I moved away from burying my face on his neck and back to looking at him.

"I love you so much, Suresh."

He smiled softly, grabbing my chin and pulling it towards his lips. He kissed me passionately like it was our last, taking in a few sharp breaths while his lips moved slowly, savoring every bit of my being.

His other hand travelled down my waist, and I can literally feel my heart jump. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him harder and I heard him moan. His stubble slightly scratching the sides of my mouth.

God, I love him so much. I never want to let him go.

When we pulled back, we were both breathless. I didn't want it to end just yet.

"I love you too, my Euna." he rested his forehead on mine, the tips of our nose brushing each other. We stayed like that for a while, never wanting to let go of the moment.

"As much as I really want to stay, I need to pack my bags." he mumbled. He can sense my disappointment, but I eventually let him go. He kissed my forehead one last time before getting up.

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When I woke up, I was two stops away to Essex. I was that tired. My head hurts from the way I slept, and I was leaning on the window and I can feel how much colder it would get once I get out. I wore my trench coat and waited.

I don't know why, but I suddenly took the engagement ring from my purse. I opened the box and looked at the ring. The silver metal shines brightly from its reflection against the lights.

I'm actually doing this. I really am.

I closed the box and tucked it inside my coat pocket. There's no turning back now.

When I arrived, I took a cab and went straight to his flat. It was an extremely cold night, and I can literally see my breath in white smoke.

I don't know if it's because of my cold hands, but I'm starting to shake again. I rubbed my palms against each other to warm myself up, hoping that it will ease the tension building up inside me.

Why am I so nervous? It's just Suresh! I'm sure he'll be happy to see me.

I paid for the ride and took my bag. This is it. I'm finally seeing him. I instinctively put my hands inside my coat pocket not realizing I was rubbing my fingers against the velvet box. I'm fucking nervous but ecstatic. I knew I was also excited to see him.

I took the elevator and searched for his flat. I was slightly afraid that I might knock on the wrong door, but once I found it, I stopped. This is what Suresh sent me just in case anything happens. Surely this is the right place?

I breathed deeply, and pushed myself to knock on the door.

No answer.

I knocked once more.

No answer.

He's home right? I know he is.

I was about to knock again when someone opened the door. The tension building up inside me suddenly flared up.

It was not Suresh.

"Yes?"

A girl opened the door. She had long ginger hair, it looked a bit messy and she sounded quite irritated. Like I disturbed her from doing something. She was also heavily tattooed on her left arm.

I knocked on the wrong door?

"Sorry. I think I mistook this for a different.. flat."

I was about to leave until I saw it. She was wearing Suresh's shirt.

My heart sank. My hands are shaking again and I can feel my heart thumping louder. This must just be a different shirt? It's not really a special shirt and anyone could own one. I just knocked on the wrong place.

This must be a mistake.. right?

I heard someone come up behind her. The footsteps getting louder and louder. My heart sank and I feel the need to throw up.

"I told you I'll get it!" he stopped and stared at me. I can see the blood draining from his face. He looked like he was rushing to catch up but the girl got to the door before him.

I was not expecting that reaction.

At the back of my mind, I wanted to believe that this is just his cousin that I never met and he's letting her stay for the night.

"Euna.."

I instinctively bit my lower lip. It was him. My Suresh. He was half naked and wearing a pair of boxers. There was a lump on my throat and I didn't have the guts to talk. I was just staring at him, then at the girl. Like me, she was looking at the both of us back and forth and was completely clueless. My hands were numb and I didn't even realize that my bag fell on the floor. I bit my lower lip harder to stop myself from trembling and breaking down.

"You know her?" the girl asked, her brows furrowed. Suresh's focus was all on me now. He looked scared, even guilty. That's not the look I wanted him to show me.

"Euna.. I can explain."

That was my cue. I know that phrase. I don't like confrontations, I'm almost always the first person to leave and keep quiet. I'm not listening to any explanation. With the way he reacted and from what I saw, I think it's completely clear to me what happened.

I rushed and grabbed my bag on the floor and sprinted. Tears were welling up in my eye and my vision was blurry. Is this even real? Maybe I'm still asleep on the train and this is all just a nightmare? I was so excited to see him. I wasn't expecting for this to happen tonight. I don't even know where I'm gonna stay. I did not book a hotel since I know for sure that I was staying with him while I'm here. Somehow, I was grateful that I didn't let him know I was coming.

What the fuck just happened?

I pressed the elevator button, but I felt him grab the arm where I was holding my bag.

"Euna, wait!"

SLAP!

My free hand met his cheek in one swift motion. I can hear the echo of the sound through the halls. It was hard, and my palm hurt from doing it. Tears were already flowing on my cheek and I looked at him. He was in complete shock of what I did to say the least, holding the cheek I just slapped. I am not even the type of person who'd do it, but at the moment, I knew it was the right thing to do.

"I'm not listening to any of your bullshit." I mumbled. My shock slowly turned into anger. I feel numb all over. A small part of me still wanted to hear an explanation from him despite what I said. I want him to feel regret, to feel guilty for what he did. I want him to beg and ask me to take him back. But you know what I got?

"It all happened so fast.. This was just a one time thing."

"Oh, just a one time thing?" I sarcastically laughed, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screamed. My voice broke in between and I know every single room heard it through the halls, but I was too angry to even care.

"Please just let me explain." he pleaded. I pulled my arm from his grip and shook my head. I was crying so hard and my chest was heavy. It hurts so much seeing him and hearing those words from him. He admitted it and he didn't even apologize.

"Forget it, Suresh." I wiped the tears away from my cheek. When I lowered my hand, I felt the engagement ring box under my coat. Now my heart just shattered even more.

"See, this is your problem!" he screamed. I was taken aback with what he said.

"My problem? My problem? Are you fucking kidding me?" He sighed, and he clearly regretted what he said.

"I'm sorry, but I just hate that you always run away, Euna. Every time we argue, you always leave and you never try and fix it together with me."

"So you try and ruin it more by cheating on me??" I scoffed. "And now you're spinning it around and blaming it everything on me. Great. How would you suggest fixing this then?"

"I was just.. That's not what I--"

"It was rhetorical Suresh, just shut up. What you did was clear as day. I'm not dumb."

I can't help the convulsive gasps I was letting out. I was sobbing really hard, and my vision was blurring out again. I tried to wipe the tears welling up in my eye. Suresh can't even look at me anymore.

I heard the elevator door open.

"Oh and by the way," I added. I looked into his guilty eyes I almost thought he'd avoid it. But he waited for what I was about to say.

"Happy anniversary," I choked. It hurts so much to say it. "Don't worry, this is our last."

I rushed outside and got a cab before Suresh even had a chance to catch up. I'm still sobbing from what happened and I can see the driver glancing at me every now and then. He looked genuinely worried.

"Can you bring me to the farthest pub please?" my voice broke once again asking him. He just nodded and started to drive away.

5 years. 5 years down the fucking drain. I can't think straight, I'm not even sure where I'm going. I feel so vulnerable now, but I'm going to trust wherever he's taking me. I don't think this pain would ever subside tonight. I don't know what to do. Going to a pub and drinking this out was the most logical thing I thought I'd do.

I checked the earliest train trips available tomorrow and it won't be until 6am. I might have to wait for a few hours or go to the train station as early as I can so that I can leave this shithole as soon as possible.

"Do you need some tissue love?" he asked me with a thick Scottish accent and looked through the rearview mirror. He looked very old, but still strong enough to drive around. I can see my dear sweet grandpa in him especially with the accent. He didn't wait for my answer and just gave me the few tissues he got from the box beside his seat.

"Thank you.." I whispered and took it, then went back to looking outside the window. My mind was blank and I'm still processing everything. My head hurts so much from crying.

I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket. I checked it.

It's Suresh.

The pain I felt earlier flared up again. It hurts to see his name on my screen when I used to be excited from it. The picture he had on my contacts was the both of us. Him holding the phone while I hugged him from the side and kissed him on his cheek. We looked so happy together.. we were happy together. How did this even happen? Was I not enough? Should I have just risked everything for him and went with him here when he asked me? Did he even remember our anniversary?

When I left those words before I got inside the elevator, he was dumbfounded. I know he wasn't expecting for me to break up with him then and there. He wanted to reach me, but he also knew I wouldn't let him. When I felt the box in my pocket, I really wanted to throw it in front of him, show him what he missed. But I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Knowing him, it would've been easier for him to ask forgiveness and tell me that "he would've said yes if I just asked" and everything's just suddenly okay. No, I'm smarter than that. I don't want to make him feel guilty because I was planning to risk everything and marry him, I wanted him to genuinely feel guilty for what he did.

I've seen how cheating can ruin a relationship, I've seen it first hand with my mum and dad. Hell, he knew. He was there for me when my parents were going through their divorce. He stayed with me in my lowest. He was there for me when I was struggling with my music career, and he was also there when I finally got my momentum. We shared so much and it hurts that he just took everything away with "just a one time thing".

I don't even know what I'll do once I go back. We lived together. But the lease was on my name since it was originally my place. We practically lived like we were married and I sensed that he was ready to do it. But my senses were completely wrong tonight.

I know tonight is not the last time Suresh and I will see each other. Half of the things in our flat was his. How in the fuck will I get it out? Should I just throw his clothes outside like what happens in those telenovelas I watched when I was twelve when the husband cheats on his wife? Oh that would be therapeutic.

"We're here, dear." I looked up when the cab driver spoke. He was still looking at me through the rearview mirror and smiled at me sympathetically. I didn't even realize I was just staring at the 3 missed calls Suresh left me during the drive. I can't believe it's almost midnight.

"This is not the farthest, but it's enough to keep you safe." the cab driver added. "You're alone, so please take care of yourself love. I hope everything will be okay soon."

I trembled right away. I finally let go of the tears I was holding. He really resembled my grandpa so much. I feel so lucky I was in safe hands.

"Thank you. Please stay safe too." I almost whispered. I took my bag, gave him a huge tip and left.

I felt my phone vibrate again when I went inside the pub. It was still Suresh. I can feel my heart drop every time I see it. I breathed deeply and turned it off hoping it will block all the thoughts that's pushing me to cry again.

The pub was not that busy. There were only a few people sitting near the tables and groups hanging out. I can hear faint laughter on the other side of the pub. I sat on the stool near the bar and the bartender with thick brown curls smiled at me immediately. Her visible freckles seem to glisten when she faced me. She noticed my puffy eyes and her expression started to look worried.

I can sense a faint savory smell of spices. That's when I realized I haven't eaten anything ever since leaving Edinburgh. I was too busy getting anxious, and this is were it got me. I wasn't hungry, but I didn't want to drink with an empty stomach and go back home drunk. I'm not even sure why I went here, I just assumed this would be the perfect place to gather my thoughts.

"Can I just have a bottle of ginger beer please?" I asked the bartender.

"Sure thing love." she smiled, opened a bottle and gave it to me. She left me alone and went inside the kitchen.

After a few minutes, she got back with a fresh plate of chips and gave it to me. I looked at her confused.

"But I didn't order anything?"

"On the house, love. You look exhausted." she looked genuinely worried and patted my arm.

"That's an understatement." I chuckled.

"I don't mean to pry but.." she sighed. "if you need to talk to someone, your bartender is the right choice."

First, the cab driver, now my bartender? Is this the universe's way of making it up to me? I must look really awful.

"My name's Ramona by the way, at your service!" she cheerfully held her hand and I shook it.

"Euna. Nice to meet you."

She winked but didn't push me further and continued working, wiping the table with a white cloth when the person three seats next to me left. I played with the droplets of water dripping on the sides of my drink.

She's a complete stranger, and I'm not planning on coming back here anyways. I sighed one more time.

"My long term boyfriend cheated on me just an hour ago..."I blurted it out without thinking, it almost felt natural. She suddenly looked up and her mouth dropped.

"Oh dear, how long?"

I told her a few bits and pieces, from my trip until the part where I caught him. It really helped that I had someone to talk to, otherwise I would've just bawled my eyes out crying in some corner in this pub. It was too therapeutic to the point that I didn't hesitate and grabbed the engagement ring from my pocket.

"And you know what's worse?" I scoffed and put the box on the counter. Her eyes widened and she backed away, clearly not believing what she's seeing. She let out a loud and exaggerated "NO" but I nodded. The other customers gave us a side eye.

"Oh for fuck's sake man! What an arse!" she threw the white cloth she was holding on the counter. She looked really angry, but went closer to me and asked if she can open the box. When I nodded, she opened it and her eyes widened even more like it wasn't wide already from all the things I've told her.

"You better have the receipt for this love, or I'll push this down his throat and let him swallow it myself."

I laughed at her words, but I took the box back and hid it again in my pocket. Sure, I had the guts to actually plan this, but I was still ashamed of what happened. I look so pathetic. I don't even know why I feel that way, when it should be the other way around.

Ramona noticed my reaction and I heard her sigh.

"Screw him love. Once you go back home, throw his things away and burn it. That's the least of the things he deserves. Cheaters are the worse, and you better not forgive him and take him back. You deserve better."

Her words were like ice cold water dumped on my head. I might be angry right now, but I'm not really sure how I'd feel once I see him again. Suresh was caring, and for the past 5 years, he really proved to me that I was his princess. Never once did he treat me differently when we had fights and was the first person to always apologize even when I was at fault. Now he tried to spin the situation around and blame his cheating on me for always avoiding fights. Was I really at fault? Did I push him to cheat? Was I really not working harder than him, so now he tried to fill that void with someone else?

He took care of me at my lowest, and celebrated with me at my highest. Was it all just a lie? Were my intuitions true and was I right to feel nervous before I got here? Was I wrong for trusting him? Is this all really my fault?

I had so many questions, but I didn't want any answers. I wasn't ready to hear any of it.

Ramona and I talked for hours. We'd talk about Suresh from time to time but also talked about random things while she worked. She was very sweet and was genuinely interested in everything. I had so much fun talking to her that I didn't realize it was already 4:30 and I needed to go to the train station. My head hurts, and once I got inside the cab Ramona got for me, all the thoughts I tried suppressing came back.

I'm crying again.

I was squeezing the engagement box. I wanted to throw it, I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I even plan this?

For the next few hours on the train, I tried my best to rest my eyes. My body was aching and I just want to go home. I don't know what will happen for the next few days, but all I know is that it's not going to be easy.

I tried turning my phone on once I got out of the train and it vibrated continuously with all the messages from Suresh.

-Euna please pick up. I'm sorry.

-Where are you? I'm worried. Please call me back.

-Princess? Please, I need to talk to you.

Princess. My heart ached. All the butterflies I used to have when he called me that turned into painful jabs on my chest. My heart dropped when I read his next message.

-I'm driving back to Edinburgh now. I'll meet you back home. I love you.

He's here?? I checked the time he sent the message. 12AM. He started driving when I was still at the pub. That would have been a long drive.

"I love you.." I whispered and read his last words. Somehow I doubted it, because if he really did, he wouldn't have cheated on me in the first place.

The idea that Suresh arrived just a few hours ago made me nervous. Is he waiting for me at our flat right now? What the fuck should I do? He clearly knew what to do. This is the only way he could force me to talk to him.

I was dreading it, my flight response slowed me down and I didn't want to go home. I know he's waiting there. But I know I had no choice and I have to face him. My hands were trembling and my legs were shaking.

Then I saw him. He was waiting for me outside the door, squeezing himself between the wall and his legs. He didn't bring his spare key?

He's hiding his face on his lap and was resting his head. When he heard my footsteps, his head immediately jerked up and stood up.

"Princess, you're home. I'm glad you're safe." he smiled affectionately, but his face fell with the next words I blurted out.

"Don't call me princess."

I opened the door with my keys and I went in first. He followed and closed the door. I put my bag down near the closet, but he gently grabbed my wrist and turned me so I'm facing him.

He was crying.

My heart ached seeing him like that. Despite the things that happened last night, I still love him. I know I do. This is what I feared once I needed to face him again, that I might forgive him and just forget everything because I loved him too much and I can't afford to lose him.

"Princess, please. I'm sorry.." his tears gave up and went down his cheeks. I can't look at him like this. I badly wanted to wipe those tears and just kiss it away. I avoided his eyes and tried my hardest to stop myself from crying, but all it did was to force my lip to tremble.

He took both of my hands and kissed the back of my palm. He closed his eyes and it left my hand wet with his tears. I took my hands back and avoided his gaze.

"You need to fix your things now and leave. I'm giving you two days to move out." I told him coldly. It was getting harder and harder to resist him. I needed him to leave before I take everything back.

To my surprise, he knelt in front of me and took my hands again. He looked up at me pleading.

"Euna, please don't do this. I don't want to lose you. Let's fix this." he grabbed my waist and hugged me. His head was now leaning against my stomach. It was really an odd feeling, since he was really tall and he's usually the one looking down on me. I can feel his hug getting tighter and tighter as if he didn't want to let me go. I wanted to hug him back, but I forced myself to remove his strong arms to let me go.

He got up, but he grabbed both of the sides of my jaw and forced me to look at him. His eyes were red, and he clearly didn't sleep from driving. At that point, I really felt bad for him. He didn't drive all the way from Essex just to end up getting kicked out.

"Look at me and tell me you don't love me anymore."

I do, I still love him. His deep green eyes stared right back at me and I can't help it. I wanted to tell him I still love him and I'm taking him back, but I fought the urge to even think about it. His hands were warm against my jaw and we were so close. At first, he waited for me to answer, but he eventually rested his forehead on mine.

"I love you, princess. I can't lose you like this."

He opened his eyes and he immediately looked at my lips. I knew what was about to happen.

He kissed me, slow and gentle. I badly wanted it to stop. I should feel the butterflies in my stomach now, but my heart hurts so much that I can't help but cry. His lips moved and he kissed me passionately, but the saltiness from my tears went through between our kiss and it woke me up from my senses. I pushed him away.

"No.. this is not right." I whispered. He was shocked, and I heard him sigh. "You need to leave."

"Are you really just going to throw away all we've been through with this one mistake?" he said, trembling.

I was shocked with his question. It shouldn't even be a question at this point.

"I didn't throw this away, Suresh." I paused. "..you did."

He avoided my eyes once I said it. He knew what I meant.

There was no turning back and my decision was final. He knew there was no point in convincing me.

2 years later..

"That was a great set, Euna!" my manager gave a high five once I left the stage. He was mumbling a lot of other things about my next gig and a possible big project from a recording company but I wasn't really paying attention.

"Sorry Harry, can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm really tired." I said.

He was slightly disappointed, but he understood. Besides, I needed to meet a friend at a pub tonight. It's been a long time since I spent the night chilling without me being the person on the stage, singing. Tonight, I wanted to relax.

I'm not sure why I felt down and slightly irritated, maybe I'm just really tired, or because I'm in Essex right now and it reminded me of that night 2 years ago. I can't believe it's been that long. I've spent the past 2 years focusing on my career and really didn't find the time to see other people. I wanted to focus on myself and help myself heal.

I haven't heard from Suresh since the day he moved his last stuff from our flat. We ended everything and it was quite messy. I didn't really have the full closure I wanted from him and I can't deny that it broke me for half a year. I've always wondered about the story behind the girl he was with that night. I didn't want to know, because it's pointless. Mistakes were made, and it won't change a thing. I blocked him from everything, I even apologized to his family for cutting my connections with them after our break up. I grew fondly of them, but I know it was for the best.

The friend I was supposed to meet tonight was no other than Ramona. It's been a long time since I returned, but we kept in touch. She really helped me a lot and became my go to person every time I had the urge to unblock Suresh and take him back. She was my reality check, and she constantly reminded me that it was never my fault that I got cheated on and made me realize my self-worth. I really owe her a lot.

"Euna!!" she screamed and went outside the bar counter to hug me. She wiggled me a few times and hugged me tighter, making me laugh.

"I missed you too, Ramy." I told her smiling.

"Come sit come sit! Drinks are on me." I sat down on the stool near the bar. It reminded me of the first time I was here and I suddenly felt nostalgic.

We talked and caught up with everything. We didn't have that much to talk to, since we talked a lot on the phone. But Ramona had this boundless energy and we we're laughing non-stop while she rants about her clients.

"Oh! I remembered something." her eyes widened, like she suddenly had a Eureka moment and she can't wait to tell me.

"I know you're single.. and it's been two years since-"

"Ramona!" I lightly slapped her on her arm. I know that look and I don't like it. She's bound to set me up again with one of her friends.

"No! I promise it's different this time. I have no single friends left since you clearly rejected all of them." She rolled her eyes and giggled. I saw her tapping furiously on her phone and squinted her eyes.

"Aha! Here it is." she showed me her phone and I was met with a bright white screen.

LOVE ISLAND CONTESTANT APPLICATION FORM

We are looking for vibrant singles from across the UK who want to head to the sun, in search of love. The chosen cast will spend time in a luxury villa, getting to know one another, but to remain in paradise they must win the hearts of the public and their fellow Islanders who ultimately decide their fate on Love Island.

"Uhh.."

That's the only sound I can muster with what I read. Love Island? Really?

"You should try it babe!" she bounced up and down and was clapping like crazy.

"Ramy this is ridiculous. Really? A reality show?" I gave her back the phone but she pushed it again toward me.

"Just check it out! It might be fun. Free vacation, plus a villa full of hotties! It's time to put yourself out there babe. Forget about that cheating scumbag. There's no harm in trying."

I'm not gonna lie, it made me curious. I stared at the screen for a while and checked the application form.

"I'm gonna send you a link to the form, and promise me you'll think about it once you go home. Please?" Ramona pleaded.

I stared at her sighing

"Do I really have to?"

"Just think about it! C'mon Euna pleeeease?" she prolonged the "e" and shook my arm.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes affectionately and she smiled. The idea really sounded ridiculous. Me? Joining a reality TV show? I've only watched it a few times in the past when I was bored and I needed a distraction, but I never really watched it religiously. All I know is that it's full of drama and snogging.

When I went back to my hotel, I checked the link Ramona sent me. I studied everything and read the conditions. There's no harm in trying, right? I've been single for a long time, and I don't think there's any pressure in actually meeting the person you'd want to spend the rest of your life with inside the villa. It will just be a vacation with strangers, and I'll just go with the flow.

And besides, it's just the initial application. I'm not even sure if I'll pass the next screenings.. right?

Little did I know, after a few months of endless screenings, interviews and tests, I actually did. Funny, since I never imagined myself actually going through the process and managed to not back out in the middle of it. It still felt too ridiculous.

But here I am now, waiting for my turn to go inside the villa.

This is it. I'm actually here.

It felt so surreal, and the place was grand. I'm the 3rd girl to enter and I was welcomed by another girl with blonde curls and blue eyes.

"Heya! I'm Dana. You look so gorgeous!" she hugged me and I smelled a faint scent of cocoa butter. "I love your pink hair!"

Dana was really bubbly and full of energy. We entered the villa and went straight to the bedroom. Dana introduced me to another girl with dark hair and a cute half bun. Her name is Kat. She looked really intimidating and was quite intense, but she was gorgeous too. I can't deny that a lot of the boys would be all around her, but it didn't really bother me. After all, my original goal was just to have fun, finding the "love of my life" was just a bonus.

I was first called to go outside and choose a guy I wanted to couple up with.

Okay, no pressure.

Initially, I was welcomed by two guys. The first one was Alfie. He was quite funny and full of banter, but he wasn't really my type on paper. The second one was Eddie, but I wasn't really a fan of the boy next door vibe he was giving.

"Just the two of you?" I asked while pointing at the both of them.

"No, here comes the third one." Alfie chuckled.

He pointed at the door, and I saw a very familiar face I didn't expect. He gave me a devilish smile, and my heart just dropped to the floor.

Are you fucking kidding me??

"Hey there, princess." Suresh smiled. "Long time no see."

#suresh x mc #litg suresh #litg5 #litg 5 #love island the game 2 #litg fanfic #litg fic

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elijahrichardwrites · 1 year

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Nite & Daye (Snippet #1)

I have no idea what possessed me to finally decide to post a little bit of Nite & Daye but here we are! I want to make a note that other than some very basic editing, the snippets shared are going to be relatively untouched.

Snippet description: Daye decides to go to a local convenience store where things do not according to plan.

Snippet word count: 607

Total word count: 2,344

cw: some adult language but besides that, nada

Please enjoy!

"Wonderful weather we're having today, yeah?" When Daye looked over at the cashier, he noticed them quickly look away from him. "Yeah," was all he said in response. He picked up a basket and began making his way through the aisles. There wasn't anything in particular he wanted, maybe something warm for the cooler weather. Or just something to put a little energy into his body. "I'm gonna go stock things in the back, just yell for me when you're ready to check out, okay?" "Sure," Daye called out just loud enough for him to be heard. He continued looking at the items, examining the fronts and backs of anything of interest. Daye was almost at the end of one of the aisles, putting something back when the TV in the corner caught his attention. Of course it would catch his attention. How could it not with who he now watched wave to the cameras and fans alike? He watched the screen as she made her way to a podium, smiling at the crowd before her. He honestly might be sick from her smile alone, as fake as her love for her adoring citizens. "Thank you all for coming here. As you all may know, the anniversary of the founding of the City of the End is approaching and with it, I want to announce my plans for coming the years," She spoke into the mic as soon as the crowd quieted down. Daye watched for only a moment longer, rolling his eyes as she began her annual speech, promising things that would most likely never come. It was in turning around that Daye realized that the cashier had left the back and was now standing in the aisle with him. He opened his mouth to make a comment about how he was probably going to grab one more thing and check out when the cashier spoke before him. "I thought you had looked familiar when you walked in!" Daye knew exactly what was going to come next and went to rush past them. "No," was all he could get out when he moved past, throwing the few items he had in his hands at some random shelf, not bothering to look if they made it. "Yeah, I knew it! You're Aleah Nouvel's son, aren't you?" Daye felt the cold dread spread throughout his body. This was exactly why he hated leaving the house but for once, he just wanted to enjoy the damn weather. But of course, he wouldn't be able to. After the initial dread left his body, anger began to rise and before he left the store he turned back towards the cashier. "Listen here. There's a reason Aleah disowned me. So why don't you leave me the fuck alone and we can pretend like you never saw me, hm?" Not expecting such a reaction, the cashier immediately shut up and nodded their head. "Cool," Daye said as he walked out of the store, irritated that he dumped all those snacks and left empty-handed. He walked a few steps, a few raindrops catching on his dark hair when he realized something that made his irritation grow. He left his fucking umbrella in that store and now due to his outburst and the fact that the cashier recognized him, he couldn't just walk back in and grab it. Ah, fuck it, he thought, pulling the hood up on his jacket to cover his head. He'd just rush home and come back later for it. Hopefully, it would still be there, and considering how old and beat up it looked, he doubted anyone would take it.

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linawritesocs · 2 years

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hayden's birthday ssr vignette!

YES I'M TRYING TO WRITE THEIR BDAY VIGNETTES AGAIN. but now it will be in the canon format and i haven't drawn hayden's birthday ssr.. I'M SORRY MY SON BUT I REALLY DIDN'T HAVE THE TIME and inspiration

maybe i'll write his birthday voicelines too? i'll post his "normal" voicelines and chats soon, that's for sure.

and yep, since seth is my mc, he's the one who's gonna interview hayden and other characters!

(picrew link)

[ part 1]

seth: happy birthday, hayden-chan!~

hayden: ah, it's you, prefect-san. thank you so much, you're one of the first people who said that to me today.

seth: oh, i bet the very first person is your lovely boyfriend, allen-chan!

hayden: .. haha, yes, your guess is correct.

hayden: he actually wished me a happy birthday at 1 am. at first he wanted to do it right at midnight, but he fell asleep and when he woke up, it was a bit later than what he planned.

seth: oh, did he send you a cute message that made you fall in love with him even more?

hayden: no, he actually called me. and i was asleep, because obviously i was asleep, it was 1 am!

hayden: i'm not blaming him or anything, of course. i know that he had good intentions and i appreciate everything he does for me.

seth: haha, oh well, it looks like allen-chan loves you A LOT.

hayden: even a little bit too much, if you ask me.

seth: okay, okay, i forgot i have to do this interview thing. but i have to say that you look so good in your birthday outfit!

seth: like, i know that your family isn't exactly rich, but you literally look like a prince!

hayden: how did you find-

hayden: ahem, thank you, prefect-san. though i don't think it's anything special, it's just a suit after all.

seth: huh? i thought that you'd like it..

hayden: anyway, as i said, i'm glad you think i look good in this. now, can we start the interview?

seth: oh, okay! so, uh, let me just.. go through my notes..

seth: can you share a memory from one of your previous birthdays?

hayden: !!

hayden: haha, i guess i can..

hayden: um, which birthday though? should it be one of the early ones or i can tell you something about the other birthdays i celebrated here?

seth: whatever you feel comfortable with!

seth: though i am curious to hear how you celebrated your birthday back when you were a child.

hayden: if that's okay, i'll tell you about my last birthday. i was a second-year back then.

seth: i'm listening!

hayden: so, octavinelle was a bit different when i was a second-year. azul-san just started attending nrc, so he wasn't as famous as now, haha.

hayden: but he already tried to make me notice him. i still remember him going "hayden-senpai, hayden-senpai, let's work together!" in that annoying voice of his..

seth: sorry, what did you say about his voice? i'm trying to write this all down, but it's a bit hard..

hayden: nothing. i said nothing about his voice, let's move on.

hayden: so yeah, he tried to impress me and he was the one who planned the whole party, actually. of course, he just wanted to make me trust him more, but i still appreciate it.

hayden: i remember floyd-san going "azul, can you stop already? look at this guy's face, he literally hates you!" but i think i was just tired. i'm not used to dealing with so many people, you see.

seth: really? i thought you're quite a social butterfly, considering how often i see you talking to someone.

hayden: well, i do talk to other students a lot, but i wouldn't call myself a "life of the party" type of person. i'm much more introverted than you might think.

seth: so, did you enjoy that last birthday party of yours?

hayden: yes, i did. even if azul-san's intentions weren't exactly as innocent as allen's, i still had fun.

hayden: and i have to say that it was nice to know that someone needs me and would do anything to make me pay attention to them.

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[ part 2 ]

seth: now that i think about it, even though you're such a popular person, we still don't know that much about you.

hayden: "popular"? please, i'm not like that at all. i'm not as famous as vil-san or malleus-san..

seth: hey, do you have any hobbies? can you tell us more about them?

hayden: um.. i don't really have those.

seth: wait, what? how can you not have any hobbies? there must be at least something you enjoy doing!

hayden: well, i'm not as interesting and talented as you, prefect-san.

seth: talent has nothing to do with it! you just simply have to enjoy doing something and you can already call that your hobby!

seth: hmm, let's think.. ah, you're a part of the equestrian club, right? would you consider horse riding to be your hobby?

hayden: i-i guess i can.

seth: why do you like it so much though? i heard you're one of the most active club members.

hayden: .. may i ask who told you that?

seth: nope, it's a secret!~

hayden: *sighs* i'm not sure why i like it so much actually. maybe it's because i used to like horses back when i was a kid and i even had a plushie of one.

hayden: so i guess it just brings happy memories.

seth: wait, you had a horse plushie?? that is soooo cute!~

seth: hehe, looks like i learned something new about you today, hayden-chan! hey, what happened to it, do you still have it?

hayden: .. well, let's just say that i had to grow up and i couldn't play with it anymore.

seth: what do you mean by that?

hayden: i think i remembered another hobby of mine. well, i'm not sure if i can call it my hobby, but i think i enjoy reading a lot?

seth: why do you sound so unsure? hayden-chan, i had no idea that your self-confidence was this low.

seth: okay, what kind of books do you like to read? and you have to be completely honest with me, i won't judge!

hayden: ah, it's always either something that can be considered classical literature or something that's popular right now.

seth: woah, really? i expected you to be a fan of the classics, but i didn't think you'd be the type of person who likes to follow the trends.

hayden: well, if you follow the trends, you can find out what most people like, right? and if you know that, it will be easier for you to make friends and talk to others.

seth: yes, but do you really like those books, hayden-chan? do you feel happy when you read them?

hayden: why wouldn't i?

seth: i just don't see any spark in your eyes. you don't look that excited when you talk about it, you don't look like jade-chan when he talks about mushrooms or azul-chan when he talks about.. you know, contracts, money, all that stuff.

seth: i think you looked happier when i mentioned horse riding though.

hayden: .. can we please talk about something else?

seth: sure, but be more honest with me, hayden-chan. i'm not doing this interview because it's my responsibility or because crowley told me to do it. i genuinely want to learn more about everyone here, i want to understand you all better.

seth: and you're one of those people too.

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[ part 3 ]

seth: okay, hayden-chan. let's talk about something else. how about..

seth: .. your family?

hayden: ...

hayden: why them? why do we have to talk about them?

seth: because it's one of the most common questions? of course you'd have to ask everyone about their families!

seth: so yeah, i wonder what your family is like, hayden-chan. hey, did they wish you a happy birthday yet?

hayden: .. m-my mother did.

seth: oh, that's good to hear! what about your other family members?

seth: i heard that you have twelve older brothers! that's a lot of birthday wishes and presents to get, haha.

seth: oh, right, did anyone send you a present? if they didn't, you have the right to be mad at them, you literally have twelve brothers and if none of them sent you anything-

hayden: it's fine, i don't need anything from them.

seth: hayden-chan, it's not about you "needing" anything from them. people give each other birthday presents to show love! you don't have to necessarily need that thing, if someone gets it for you, that's their way of showing that they care about you.

seth: i got a present for you too, actually! i forgot to give it to you, but i think it's the perfect timing.

seth: here, you can open it later. again, i didn't know much about your interests, so i'm not sure if you like it.. but that's my way of showing that i care.

hayden: t-thank you, prefect-san.

seth: i'm still waiting for the day when you finally start calling me by my name, but that's fine.

seth: so.. you didn't get any birthday presents from your family? is that correct?

hayden: i-it's fine, prefect-san, i told you, i really d-don't mind..

seth: well i told you, that it's not about you wanting to get a present, it's about your family being nice and showing their love!

seth: seriously, i'm this close to fighting your brothers, like who do they think they are? how could all of them forget about your birthday?

hayden: THEY KNOW THAT IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, SETH, THEY JUST DON'T CARE!

seth: ...

hayden: .. i'm sorry.

hayden: i am so sorry, i don't understand how- it wasn't supposed to happen, i always have everything under control, so why i-

seth: it's okay, hayden-chan. that's just you showing your emotions and being honest about your feelings.

hayden: prefect-san, i don't know why i said that, maybe i'm just tired-

seth: then how about we take a break? we can finish the interview when you're ready.

seth: i wish i could say that you don't have to do it at all if you don't want to, but.. i don't think crowley will be glad to hear that i didn't interview you.

seth: i promise i will ask only the questions you're comfortable with.

hayden: but.. i don't have anything to say about myself.

hayden: prefect-san, i really am not that interesting. i don't have any hobbies, seriously, the only things i've been enjoying lately are horse riding and cleaning my room.

hayden: and who wants to hear about that? we have to make your interview sound interesting or else no one would want to read it..

seth: hey, if people can read several pages of floyd-chan rambling about sweets and why he always has his collar open, i'm sure they would be okay with you talking about cleaning your room.

seth: i think it sounds interesting already. most people usually hate cleaning, so..

seth: trust me, you're not as boring as most nrc students.

hayden: but is it really okay for me to not answer your questions?

seth: if you're uncomfortable with the topic of family, i won't ask you any questions about it. this interview is supposed to be fun, it's not like i'm interrogating you or anything.

seth: .. also i know how you feel, so it wouldn't be right for me to make you talk about them.

hayden: wait, really?

hayden: i.. i didn't think you also had to go through something like that.

seth: well, even such a hot, funny and interesting person as me can be traumatized in some way.

seth: if you're not comfortable, let's forget about this, take a break and i'll ask you something else. feel free to say no if you don't want to answer. i also will edit this interview and i won't mention your family at all.

hayden: why are you doing this, prefect-san? why are you so nice to me? do you need anything from me, you just want to use me, don't you?

seth: shut up, hayden, i'm trying to be nice to you simply because i can.

seth: "also i wish someone was this nice to me when i was younger."

seth: so, do you want to open your present? again, i don't think you'll like it, but hey, at least i care about you more than your brothers.

seth: and judging from your reaction, it looks like i actually know you pretty well. hehe, i'm glad you like it.

seth: happy birthday.

#and if you're curious about seth's present for him #it's actually a butterfly hair clip!#canon bday vignettes are so cute but no lina had to ruin it with all this angst #WELL LISTEN IT'S HARD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING GENUINELY CUTE AND HEARTWARMING FOR HIM #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #the isolated prince: seth

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cosettepontmercys · 6 months

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Hi!!! I'm so sorry I didn't reply until now. This week has been blah and I've felt more tired than usual. I love it all too and I loved seeing Long Live live so much, but I mostly understand why they were cut. I like everything how it is, but I would probably change the Evermore and Red songs the most. I would get rid of We are Never and I guess 22 for State of Grace and Red, which is an awesome opener and title track that sets up the whole album. I would not get rid of ATW 10 at all omg!!! For Evermore, I would probably get rid of Tis the Damn Season and Tolerate it, even though I like the table setup. I would probably put Gold Rush instead or maybe Long Story Short and would hypothetically want Evermore since it's another title track and my fav. I still liked her solo version of it too. I think I would try to add Our Song somewhere but it's a good thing its in the movie! I definitely love Look What You Made Me do with the other Taylors and the Don't Blame Me transition. The thing about rep to me..is I like every song but I don't really have specific favorites in the album as much. I feel the same way about 1989 sort of but Iove the singles, so I don't know if I would change anything on tour.

I am excited to hear it later tonight though omg!!! I forgot which song you said you were the most interested in or the most excited to hear. For me, I think it's still Slut and between Suburban Legends or Is it Over Now. Did you see the lyric snippets she posted and which songs do you think they were a part of? The first one reminded me of Holy Ground cuz of the coffee lyric mixed with a little bit of I Wish You Would but then someone said it was more chasing shadows in the grocery line lyric and I might prefer it if the song did have more longing actually so I guess we will see. That might also change what song I'll think it's from. When she did these for Midnights, I was pretty good at guessing a few of them. I am more interested in the pool lyric cuz of aquamarine for now but we will see if she shares another one later today too! Do you listen in order or vault first? I'm still gonna try shuffle for this one and see how it goes. If you have any other predictions for the songs, you can put them here. I am very curious on the sound, though I have no idea what it could be. I think there could be another slowish dreamy song and maybe it will be the new closer. Even though most of the songs are pretty short, I'm hoping they are still amazing and I'm sure they will be! Also, I wanted to ask you if you plan to listen to The Good Witch too cuz I really don't know if I should listen to Maisie or Taylor first. Like I feel like I wanna save Taylor for last but then I will be too excited..and maybe it depends on how long the album will be, but I also wanna hear Maisie's songs too, and I don't know what to do.

For Midnights, I honestly just consider the 3AM version the main version. I think when we heard it, it was all together cuz it was almost midnight and we were barely still getting thru the main album. I remember being the most excited for Midnight Rain, and Lavender Haze, and Antihero. I did not really like Midnight Rain on the first listen and my prediction of the song was wrong. I thought Lavender Haze might be an old fashioned 50s Broadway style love song from the way she talked about it and that was wrong lol. Antihero has become one of my favorites and I liked it when I first heard it but it wasn't an instant love either. The album grew on me a lot but my favorites have stayed mostly the same, and we have some of the same favorites! I think I'm going to listen to it later to get in a 1989 pop mood and I haven't heard it in a while.

Anyway I listened to Hollys album again and I think my favorites are Into Your Room, Ghost Me, Antichrist Lauren and Elvis Impersonators. Some of the songs blended and I think I need more time but I really enjoy the whole album. I think some of her older songs stand out to me more though at this point, like Scarlet and Walls are Way too thin.

Ya stunt casts are always sort of mixed for me, but if it works and gets more people to see shows, then I guess it's a good thing. Ya I was wondering how you felt about Jordan Fisher in the role. I knew it was rumored but didn't know it was confirmed, and I would be interested to see him in the role. I hope you have fun at the tour and I think seeing someone else might make a difference in a good way, even though I like Reeve. The only thing about the Waitress proshot is I'm not used to Sara in the role haha but I'm sure she's still good. Idk if I will see it yet but I do want to at some point and hope I don't forget about it. I realized I never got around to watching the Heather's proshot either, except it wasn't one of my favorite musicals. I seriously meant to watch Daddy Long Legs and Allegiance at some point..like I had both on my old computer, but never got around to it! I have listened to the cast recording of Daddy Long Legs though and know the basic plot and meant to watch the old movie version from the 50s. I remember one of the things my sister said was she has such an interesting voice too and thats why some songs would always get stuck in my head. I love She Loves Me and have seen a non pro shot version of First Date before. I've never had Broadwayhd but always wanted to check it out. I try to watch as many proshots as I can. I've never heard of Snapshots but it sounds interesting mixing Stephen Schwartz shows. Haha yes, we have actually already discussed Smash more than once in your asks but I do love it. I wonder what happened to the Smash musical. By the way, I heard Gatsby got mixed reviews but at least I think the costumes I saw made it look better and the sets were gorgeous!

Les Mis was great but now I can barely remember it! I can't believe I went but it almost doesn't feel like it. I loved him as Marius! He has a good voice and I always love Empty Chairs. My sister said she actually didn't care for Enjolras on tour and preferred Aaron in the movie and also that Jean Valjean sounded like Hugh Jackman from the movie, but it could be that we are too used to it even if I do love it..but seeing it on stage obviously just feels different and it's better. Just remember that reading or annotating is supposed to be a hobby so just take your time if you want, since it's so long. Eventually you will make some progress. Honestly I haven't had a lot of time for reading either if it makes you feel better. I did make time to start our buddy read which I wanted to do before I replied to you cuz I read that you said you didn't like it as much, and wanted to see how I felt about it. only read 2 chapters so far. I thought it was okay, but I think the thing that threw me off was that I never read third person so I would have to get used to that. If you don't want to read it anymore for now though, I can also start the Night Circus..even if it's not October anymore lol. Also I realized that I might have been confusing the Starless Sea with the book that you said you hated..the house in the cerulean sea lol. I realized I don't even know what that book is about but maybe I will try to find it if I like the Night Circus. But another person I follow said they loved the Starless Sea too and it's definitely one of their favorites so I might have to check it out. Oh I did not know that about Only Murders but I know the newest season revolves around a theater show and does have music or singing in it so thats awesome. Also..I actually know nothing about hockey at all! I remember it was a category on connections at one point and I was so clueless, but I hope you had an awesome time at the game! Anyway have a blast listening to the album tonight and I will reply with my reactions and opinions so we can talk about it!!!!

i was just thinking about you, friend! i've been looking forward to hearing from you, but no pressure on when you pop into my askbox 🤍 i hope your week gets better soon, and you get to rest this weekend!! do you have anything fun planned?

ugh i love state of grace — i do prefer the acoustic but it's such a good song. "mosaic broken hearts" is one of my favorite phrases that taylor's ever written. and i was lowkey always surprised gold rush never made it on the eras setlist, but then also a lot of things about the eras setlist surprised me (like no mashups). her solo version of evermore is so good; i really hope there's a live album of the surprise songs!

and i did! i think the 300 coffees one is from is it over now, but i'm not sure what the aquamarine one is from! othe chasing shadows line is so good too, i love cardigan. i'm still upset it was cut from the movie (despite understanding why she did that). i'm really bad at guessing things so we'll see! i would love a slowish dreamy song, but i feel like 1989 will be more pop upbeat stuff this time. i'm going to listen in order, but i might actually listen to maisie's good witch deluxe first and then 1989!

i'm still holding out hope for a 3 am vinyl. i love the way midnight rain is done on tour (i think a lot of midnights is perfect for touring, actually). i do think that 1989 and midnights seem more like sisters, than midnights/anything else — including lover; what do you think?

and yay!! i'm so happy to see that you listened to holly again! i do think some of them sound a bit similar, and i think that my favorites from her ep (scarlett, the walls are way too thin, deep end, etc) still outrank how i feel about my favorites on PMBB, but am curious to see how that'll change with more listens/over time!

i think jordan fisher will be great, vocally! there's been a lot of jokes about if he shows up to work (from when they were in deh) but i think jordan's always been a very strong vocalist and i'm really interested in his interpretation! i've never seen sara in waitress, but i have some friends who REALLY love her, so i'm excited to one day see the proshot! i am so bad at watching things — it's been years and i still haven't watched the come from away proshot either, and i love that show. i loveeee megan mcginnis' voice, it's so pretty! i also really like how she sings in some things are meant to be (little women)! i remember that now 😭 sorry! i haven't looked into the gatsby musical too much after we talked about it!! i'll look at some reviews and then we can chat about it next time :")

i'm so glad you got to see gregory as marius before he left!! i just love his marius! and yes — i am so excited to buddy read! are we still buddy reading both books? which book did you get two chapters into? happy to match your pace, obviously! i am finishing up an audiobook (hopefully tonight) and then am good to start something else! i love the starless sea! but i do hate the house in the cerulean sea!! the house in the cerulean sea is probably up there for my least favorite books of all time (for many reasons). if you want i'll also buddy read starless sea with you! a quick note for night circus — pay attention to the dates! i didn't realize it wasn't chronological the first time i read it and had to restart after a friend pointed it out to me.

wait do you play connections daily!! i play connections religiously; i love it. i had a blast at that game, and i feel like every time i go see a game in person i get more into the sport — i've been watching the last two kraken games online, which has been really fun (i used to lowkey just follow updates but now i'm watching from home and learning a lot more)!

by the time you read + reply, you'll probably have listened to the vault tracks + good witch deluxe so i'll leave you with some questions! what were your favorites, and initial thoughts? least favorites? how accurate were your predictions?

hope you're having a good weekend + have some time to rest!! xx

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theglitchywriterboi · 1 year

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vent post- [Under read more cause it's a lot. TL;DR, I fucking hate my oldest brother so much & for a lot of reasons other than whats in this post]

So my older brother, who we'll just call N, asked my little brother & I to take out the garbage [bathroom & kitchen] and recycle today, but he didn't have any time he wanted it done, just by today cause the garbage & recycle comes tomorrow [or Friday depending on when you see this]. So my little brother had started on the recycle & asked when I wanted to do the bathroom garbage [it normally overflows so its a two person job] And... Well its easier if I break it down like this:

Little Brother: "So do you wanna do the bathroom garbage at 10:30"

Oldest Brother [We'll call him S]: "No you're not doing it then" [Keep in mind he was already hostile in tone***]

Little brother: "... Why???"

S: "Because I go to sleep at 11PM, you're doing it now" [two things to note: He's almost NEVER in bed at 11 or even preparing at 11. Most nights he's still playing video games at 12 to 1AM. And also he's still being rude/hostile, he's not at all being calm or nice about any of this. For him talking just imagine his tone is rude/hostile]

Little brother: "How does us doing it at 10:30 interfere with that..."

S: "BECAUSE !! You guys are gonna take a while to get it done !! And why wait ?!"

Little brother: "Because I don't want to do it now. And it literally doesn't take long"

[This goes on a little longer, S tells us [not once did he ASK we do it sooner, he repeatedly told us we're doing it now] He also said we're doing the recycle now, to which Little brother said "Thats what I'm trying to do now jackass" & S didn't reply]

Me, to little brother: "Just get me when you wanna do it" *Walks to my room cause I'm holding shit & I don't wanna argue w/ him*

S: *More about how we're doing it now*

Me: *Doesn't reply cause of already stated reasons*

S: "Really [my name] you're gonna be like that???"

Me: "I'm putting stuff away oh my god..." [Yeah not super nice to walk away/not reply while hes talking, but he was being really rude][ALSO I SHOULD SAY he has this tent in the living room - it's like a big curtain that all his stuff is in & that he was in, so he wasn't seeing us he was just yelling at us]

S: *Tbh I wasn't really listening because he was still being rude, but basically being mad I didn't reply*

So I took a beat to not have to deal w/ him, like less than five minutes. I typed on my phone basically saying "Lets just do it now so he stops being an asshole" & showed it to little brother. Do you know how long it took us to do it ?

FUCKING SIX MINUTES [and thats w/ a buffer, we set a timer & it had only passed 5 minutes when we finished]. So when we came out we were being a bit cocky about it if I'm being honest. [But note that while we knew he could hear, we weren't talking TO him or purposely being loud about it, we were talking in normal speaking voices]

Little brother: "Wow that too sooooooo long !!!"

Me: "I know right ?!?! Its almost midnight !!"

S *Yelling*: "I SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IDK WHY YOU GUYS ARE BEING ASSES ABOUT IT, GODFORBID YOU'RE ASKED TO DO ANYTHING"

[Which like... We were literally ALREADY doing it when he started demanding we do it now.... And the only reason we get upset when he "asks" us to do stuff, is because he almost never asks, he normally demands & is an asshole about it..]

Idk, maybe this makes it look like little brother & I are just as bad as he is - which maybe. But he's always so rude about everything. Also if he had just been a normal human about it & went "Hey, I'm going to bed at 11, do you mind doing it sooner ?" *We say it doesn't take long at all* "Oh, I'm sure it doesn't but just to be safe I'd prefer if it was done sooner, especially since I might turn in sooner" We would've done it then w/ no issue, the problem was he was being a fucking asshole about it. Also maybe its worth mentioning MOST of the garbage in the bathroom is his used tissues. Like I'm not even exaggerating.

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takuyakistall · 3 years

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to yuu.

Note: I wanted to write short HCs for each character as they wrote the letter when I finished reading everyone's thank you messages (◕ᴗ◕✿) ! All of them are very cute and I couldn't help but get some midnight rot so I had to write it down. Here's the link to the post where every message is listed down. Before you start reading, just a heads up, most of these are written in a romantic light. I also recommend reading the letters themselves first before heading here.

Characters: All students + Grim (Excluding Ortho)

Riddle Rosehearts

"Dear friend," Riddle thought that it was the most appropriate way to address you—or at least, that's what his brain is trying to make him think. Ever since overblotting and you helping him snap out of his frenzy, he had difficulty in labeling what exactly you were to him.

Before everything, you were supposed to be just a mere acquaintance to him and yet here you were sending him gifts out of the blue. The general "rule" towards receiving gifts was to give the giver your thanks. Albeit the better option was to thank you personally, he thought that maybe a letter would be better so that he can sort out his thoughts.

Friend. He nodded, proceeding to write down the rest of his message until he realized that this was an opportunity to invite you to tea with him under the pretense of paying you back for the gift. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he continued writing.

Surely, you would accept his invitation, right?

Trey Clover

"Hey you," was that too casual? Too rude sounding? Trey shook his head as he stared at the two words. He hadn't been expecting a gift from you and frankly, he was more than a bit surprised. Though perhaps he hadn't read the "gift" part when he suddenly started writing down questions about what you liked.

He immediately started thinking of how he should pay you back—gifts? He doesn't know your taste that well. Favours? Hmm, he's not too sure about that one. That's why he decided to ask, if there was something you wanted—he'll do his best to find it for you. A tempting offer, right?

It seems like you have to tell him that this wasn't a trade.

Cater Diamond

"Helloooooo," he started off. The extra amount of Os he used was proof that he's trying to take this occurrence casually. Though in the inside he was absolutely beaming. Gifts never fail to put a smile on his face, especially if it came from someone you didn't expect to give you a gift or someone special to him.

In this case, it was probably the latter. He took a small break as he stared at your gift, wondering what he should write. A small smile took over his face as he picked up his phone and snapped a few selfies of him with your gift with a caption before hitting the post button.

"Received a gift from a dear friend, isn't it amazing? ♪"

Deuce Spade

"Friend," Deuce rarely got to experience receiving gifts from friends to one another judging how his past years were spent as a delinquent. To say that he was happy to receive one from you was an understatement, he was over the moon.

He felt the need to mention it to you with a huge grin on his face. He thought of various ways to give you something back as he let out a small hum, he felt like he was having a field day. He signed the message and told himself that today was going to be a great day.

Ace Trappola

"Hey you," Ace was terribly suspicious of the fact that you sent him a gift out of the blue. Were you trying to buy him silence over something you did? Were you trying to convince him to do your homework for you? A lot of questions springed up inside his mind but not once did he think that it was just a genuine, sweet gift with no ulterior motives hidden beneath.

He knew that you would get mad at him if he continued to suspect you so he said that he was kidding in all caps with three dots after that—which didn't help his situation at all.

He felt awkward trying to convey his feelings like this and he ruffled his own hair as he told you that he just needed to tell you something later, when you're face-to-face. That would make it easier for him to speak.

Leona Kingscholar

"Good day," Leona uncharacteristically typed. He felt like he was being held at gunpoint by his past etiquette teachers as he tried to think of an appropriate response. If it were up to him, he would've just slapped a "thank you" on a piece of paper and asked Ruggie to give it to you.

Though he thought that perhaps it was better for him to actually put in effort for once. Even if it seemed like his so called effort seemed like something he just stole from the internet—that was more than enough, right? He'll just put his signature at the bottom and ask Ruggie to give it to you.

Ruggie Bucchi

"Hey you," a big grin took over his face as he wrote down his first few words. He wasn't as experienced as other people when it came to writing down messages of gratitude, he once tried consulting Leona about it—asking how to make it sound decent only to be met with an answer that went like: "Just put whatever."

And that's what he did! Truly, he's thankful for receiving a gift. For a split second, he wondered if he should share it with the people back in his homeland. Though he pushed that thought to the back of his head as he signed the bottom of the paper with his signature. He'll figure that out once he gives the letter to you.

Jack Howl

"Friend," he doesn't know what to say it's embarassing. Even in letters, he still manages to retain that straightforward yet somewhat roundabout personality of his. A tinge of embarrassment seeping through the letter.

He wished he could've just talked to you in person instead but alas, he was stuck here trying to rack his brain for words. In the end, he felt like it was best to keep it simple—the slightly demanding tone at the end was the result of him getting flustered at the thought that it's possible that it could be a date between the two of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

"My dear friend," Azul couldn't count the number of times he had crumpled a piece of paper and threw it into the trashcan only to get a new one—rinse and repeat. Jade and Floyd had to stifle their laughter when they saw how distressed he was over a single message. Though, perhaps that was the fruit of his unconventional feelings towards the giver.

He didn't want to sound too stiff and professional to the point that he sounded like a robot but also, he didn't want to sound too casual to the point that you might find it weird. He had to let out a small sigh as he ruffled his hair, another piece of paper thrown into the trash can before deciding that he should just play it safe and give you a free drink.

Jade Leech

"To my dearest," oh no. His hand slipped and accidentally made his greeting more intimate than it should be, he could go back and change it but—fufu, where's the fun in all of that? His lips tugged up into a smirk as he continued writing, knowing full well that what he was implying would evoke an interesting reaction out of you. But, if that wasn't enough to stir you up a bit then why not put a little more something? He was a prick this way.

He spotted an empty space on one of his shelves in the corner of his eye, glancing at it for a few seconds before an idea popped into his head. A smile that barely showed off his sharp canines, hidden beneath his gloved hand.

"Truly. Would I lie to you?"

Floyd Leech

"Little shrimpy," he grinned. Floyd was in an especially good mood today after receiving such a thoughtful gift from you. He played with his pen in hand, spinning it around as a distant look took over his face when he tried thinking about the reason why you gave him a gift out of nowhere.

Knowing that Floyd pays a little more attention to you than others, he was bound to be curious and he was more than eager to find out—there's always a reason behind someone's actions, after all. He tried expressing his intent to get the answer out of you which came out a little threatening but if you saw the look on his face there's no mistaking that it was an even bigger threat than you initially thought.

Kalim Al-Asim

"Hey love," Kalim was as straightforward as ever. Not a single filter as he wrote down his raw feelings. There was no reason for him to hesitate especially now that he was practically about to shake from pure joy—he was incredibly close to signing the letter and hopping into his magic carpet to give it to you personally but Jamil was there beside him to stop him if he ever does that.

Though that didn't mean that it was gonna stop him from wanting to ask you out on a magic carpet date with him, he'll just have to explain to Jamil when you accept his invitation. That is assuming you'll accept, right?

Jamil Viper

"Dear friend," Kalim practically forced him to write a letter back to you. Jamil wasn't an ingrate, he knew when to show gratitude when it was appropriate but he preferred thanking you in person. He had to settle for this in the meantime, he thought that maybe he'll just invite you to Scarabia to talk about what he could give in return.

He hadn't really expected a gift from you, especially with all the trouble he might've caused you due to his overblot. Though he didn't think it was all that bad. In fact, he felt a little relieved that you didn't hold any grudge against him.

Vil Schoenheit

"My dear," Vil had an unmistakable smirk placed upon his lips. The choice of words he wrote managed to give out a slightly smug vibe as he stared at your gift on his desk. Impressed by your ability for finding him a suitable gift, he decided to give you a little bit in return.

His smirk slowly turned into a gentle smile as he imagined your face probably tearing up at the thought of him giving you a signed card, he couldn't help but put an offhanded comment near the end. But it was quickly followed up with a single bit of rare praise from him.

Rook Hunt

"Hey love," Rook was always one to act dramatically whenever he had the chance and even in letters, he managed to sound dramatic. As soon as he realized that you had sent him a gift he started gushing about how wonderful it was and how inspiration was raining down on him like tiny droplets.

What's a better way to let his raw emotions out than poetry? That's right, this man wrote you a poem expressing how he feels because of your gift. He almost forgot to say his gratitude because he got carried away but thankfully, Epel pointed it out to him before he could give it to you.

Epel Felmier

"Dear friend," he rarely got any gifts from anyone outside his relatives so when he saw you give him a gift, he was excited to say the least. There's always a certain joy you can evoke in a person when you give them a gift it was almost euphoric for some. He thought that it was sweet of you to give him a gift and decided to give one back with a small message.

Friend. For some reason, it felt a bit off addressing you as that but he quickly shook his head and shot down that thought. As for his gift, he prepared a little something he made himself. Hehe, he's quite proud of it too!

Idia Shroud

"@YOU" it was interesting how Idia didn't bother changing to formal speech when he decided to give you a thank you message for your gift. He's typing the same way he would to his friend, namely "Crimson Muscle", but perhaps that was because he didn't know of any other way to talk to you without sounding unnatural or weird.

People would normally not even think about giving him something and yet you gave him one. He couldn't help but smile a bit when he said how you were a bit of an oddball—he came up with various nicknames for you inside his head. Most of them being different words for the term "weirdo". Yet they always had a hint of affection whenever he would think of it.

Malleus Draconia

"Dearest," Malleus started off. It was rare that he received gifts from people outside his family or nobles back in the Valley since a lot of people found him intimidating—terrifying for some, even. He was glad that you felt comfortable enough around him to show simple gestures such as these. Upon receiving your gift, Lilia noticed how it came from you and urged Malleus to write his thank you message differently from how he usually writes it.

Did you perhaps know of the legends surrounding the Thorn Witch...? If so, then maybe he could sneak in a little joke. The gift of beauty and the gift of song—ah, nevermind. He pursed his lips slightly, he'll just handpick a gift for you himself. A small gargoyle statue, maybe. Or he could ask the other members of Diasomnia to help him.

Lilia Vanrouge

"My dear," his lips formed a small smirk. Lilia appreciated all surprises, big or small. Though, in particular, something about your surprise gift made him more excited about it than usual. Was that just his old age getting to him or was it something else? He couldn't be bothered to think about it that much.

As a form of gratitude, he weighed his options. It was either giving you a gift back or letting you ask a favour of him. He thought the latter would be more acceptable until an idea popped into his head as his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. He knew you didn't know what it exactly meant but he gave you his signature nonetheless—he'll leave you to figure out.

Silver

"Hey you," Lilia taught Silver that it was common courtesy to show gratitude when someone gives him a gift. He tried thinking of countless ways to say thank you with his old man bugging him to ask you out on a date instead in the background. In the end, he paid Lilia no attention and instead went with the standard short message and giving a gift back.

He urged himself not to fall asleep as he typed out his message even though he already let out a yawn without him noticing. He glanced at the screen blankly, wondering if he forgot to add anything until he slowly felt himself snoozing off. Head resting on the keyboard and typing out whatnot. When Lilia arrived at the scene, he didn't bother waking him up and just sent the message as it is.

Silver was so embarassed the next day and refused to talk to Lilia temporarily.

Sebek Zigvolt

"Human," he didn't even try addressing you as anything else other than that even in letters. When he found a gift lying by his room, he was a tad suspicious but loosened up when he read the tag attached to it. As stated, it came from you and the gift was meant for Malleus—wait, what. Sebek scrunched up his face as his eyes scanned the words printed on it.

"To Sebek Zigvolt" This was a mistake, right? Sebek was a bit flushed but quickly shook it off by saying how it was probably a subterfuge or whatever that was. There was no way it was for actually for him, right? Surely, you must've sent this in hopes of hearing more about the great Malleus Draconia. Right?

That is... Wonderful!

Grim

"Dear underling," it was cute how he made an effort to write you a letter despite being in the same dorm wherein he could just talk to you directly. But perhaps he was so touched to the extent that he wanted to do this—did you give him tuna? He struggled thanking you properly and ended up boasting about how he was going to be the greatest sorcerer.

Even though he called you underling at first, he couldn't help but soften up a bit. That didn't sit right with him somehow, he didn't know why. He let out a groan as he racked his head for a more appropriate word until-!

Partner... Sounds about right.

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clairecrive · 4 years

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“Small thing” - Alfie Solomons x reader

A/n: So, I failed to post this on saturday but here it is! Thanks again for requesting @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby! I changed a few things however I hope you’ll like this!

Summary: Alfie can’t help but step in when he sees that the man you were talking to was about to hit you. Then, one thing leads to another and eventually it’s your shared love for animals that’s what brings you together.

Word count: 2.2K (roughly)

TW: violence on animal, abusive behavior but fluff overall

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“Hey, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Your voice resounded in the streets, its echo jumping through the buildings amplified. You weren't one to shout, nor did you get into fights easily. But if there was one thing you hated, it was bullying. Especially when those pieces of shit always picked on people half their size or age. It wasn't fair and showed how insignificant they were. However true that might be, the cuts and bruises that their kicks and fists would leave on them weren't insignificant. Especially compared to a smaller body such as the one of this little kitty that piece of shit on the other side of the road had decided to kick.

Unfortunately, it had taken the small kitten cries for you to notice what was happening. But now that you had, you couldn't turn a blind eye to it. Not even if you weren't a strong muscular person and there was no one in the streets could give you a hand. Given the hour, the street was deserted.

"This little shit has decided to pee all over my doorstep. That’ll show him." Not happy with the kick that had probably broken the kitten's ribs, the bloke spat on its trembling body and was about to keep going.

"Don't you see that it's a little kitten? They don't even know what a doorstep is." You pointed out incredulously but wasn't it obvious?

"You almost killed him", you added to show that it was totally unnecessary and simply a dick move.

"I don't fucking care. He peed on my doorstep and I taught him a lesson." His voice became even harsher as he bragged what he thought was a grand gesture. But really, he only proved your point further.

"You're a piece of shit." Simply put.

"Oi, lady, I don't know who the hell you think you are but ain't no one gonna talk to me like that." You could see that he trying to make himself look bigger and threatening but you didn’t expect anything less from him and were set on not let him win.

"If only you cared about yourself just half as much as you cared for others than I wouldn't have to point out the obvious." Dismissing him, you turned towards the poor kitten that was pathetically laying on the floor. Their breath was uneven and you could tell they were having trouble doing so.

Your words must have confused the man, who apparently wasn't accustomed to a more complex way of speaking. You hadn't apologized but he wasn't sure that you had offended him either. By your tone though, he figured out that it must have been the second. And of course, his ego was bruised.

"Right, you sl*t, it seems that you need to be taught a lesson too." Too busy cooing over the small thing, his words didn't even register. It was probably going to be too late once they did but luckily for you, a guardian angel interceded for you.

"It ain't very manly to hit a woman, mate, right." A loud husky voice spoke behind you and you looked up, cradling the kitten to your chest, ready to make a run for it if it came to it. A tall figure of a man leaning on his cane with a big hat that cast a shadow over his face was the newcomer. You had never seen this man before but one look at him was all it took to understand that you did not mess with him. If you didn't want to end up bloodied and broken, that is.

The bully was about to shoot a retort but the burly man spoke again before he could, "Just like hitting small animals. What fucking beast would do that, hm." And then he spoke no more, only stared at the guy. You found amusing how big and mighty the guy was trying to be just a moment early when it had been only you, and how scared and spineless he was being now, under the stranger's unwavering stare.

It only took a minute, maybe even less, for him to lower his head and retreat.

"That's right, no more lesson teaching for you, bastard." You snickered, mocking him. When the man in question turned to send a death stare your way, you shivered and moved behind the stranger's back, just to be sure.

"Keep on going, mate." The stranger said fully ridding you of that menace finally.

"Asshole", you muttered under your breath as the man disappeared into his house. You must have been louder than you thought because that prompted the stranger to look at you.

"What are you doing, lass, getting head to head with a guy bigger than you, eh. Got a death wish?" As you were standing close to him now, you were able to see his face clearly since he was looking down at you for the height difference. What a lovely face. A guardian angel had sent him for sure because there was no way that such a handsome and kind man would stumble into your life by coincidence.

"Look, he almost killed this kitten and was definitely going to if I hadn't stopped him." You didn’t move to put some space between you. His eyes were too mesmerizing to look anywhere but at them and the way his lips trembled before forming a small smirk, was too endearing to miss.

The stranger’s name turned out to be Alfie, but that wasn't the only thing you ended up knowing about him. He was a fellow animal lover and the human of a sweet bullmastiff. He had a trusted vet and offered to take you to him. On the way, you got to know each other. Albeit, he did all the talking, only stopping to let you answer the many questions he asked you, it wasn't annoying as it may sound. His rumbling was… comforting, in a way. It gave your mind no room to think back about what happened or worry about what could have happened if Alfie hadn't shown up. It only allowed you to lightly caress the kitten's fur and hum now and then to what he was saying.

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And after months of knowing him, you could vouch that it was.

He was an interesting fellow, this Alfie. Such a scaring looking guy, all burly and dishevelled. His cane angrily stomped the ground, his boisterous voice and confident stride successful kept away any wandering eye and unwanted attention despite how difficult it was to not notice them walking down the street. Of course, since you had just met him, you couldn't know that this happened mainly because of his reputation. And you would have never guessed either because despite his rough exterior, there was an underlying tenderness in the way Alfie looked at the small thing in your arms and how quickly and unprompted he had offered to help. It was the recipe for a sweetheart, wasn't it?

"Right, I reckon we should get him some help, don't we?" Alfie couldn’t help but find you amusing and was more than willing to spend a little more of his time with you. His day had been uneventful up until now. Besides, the small thing in your arms did need help.

After the kitten was entrusted to the vet's care and eventually saved, Alfie, moved by your love for animals, had asked you to take care of his boy, Cyril. Of course, you happily took the job. Yes, the money was good and certainly helped but you mainly agreed because of him. As naive as it sounds, Alfie had made a really good impression on you that day and always had been the portrait of the perfect gentleman around you.

He would welcome you in and offer a cup of tea when you’d get to his home in the morning and another one when he'd come home in the afternoon before you'd leave. And whenever he needed to stay at the bakery until late at night, he'd phone and tell you either offering to have someone walk you home or when you'd refused to leave Cyril alone - that was your job after all- he had given you one of the spare rooms for you to crash in and get some sleep, always with the promise of a raise for the inconvenience.

You were titubant at first, yes Alfie had always been nice to you but was it enough to trust him? Eventually, you caved and stayed the night. The door of your room locked and a route for a quick escape already in mind. You'd soon find out that you wouldn't need it though. Alfie had come home a little past midnight and despite the late hour, he didn't go to bed straight away. Instead, you heard some noises coming from the living room.

Curiosity got the best of you and you ventured downstairs. You had cooked a small dinner and left some for him in the oven. Alfie however, hadn't even noticed. The concept of a cooked meal was new and far away from him, his nightly routine mainly consisted of whiskey and the papers he'd brought from the office.

Coming home to someone was also something out of the ordinary for Alfie, so when your silhouette appeared in the doorway he thought he was hallucinating. The whiskey made him a little slow but his mind still worked quickly enough that you didn't notice his moment of disorientation.

That night turned out to be an interesting one for both of you. Looking back to it, it was also a kind of turning point in your relationship. Whiskey proved to be something that made Alfie even more prone to speaking and since the night is young, you two talked a lot, and you inevitably ended up feeling closer to him.

After that night, Alfie made sure to come home a bit earlier so that you could talk a bit before you had to head home. And you ended up spending more nights at Alfie's too.

Today was one of those days when Alfie said he would come home in time for tea. So, as usual, you had got everything ready, the cookies you had just taken out of the oven were nicely arranged on a plate beside the two steaming cups of tea.

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"We are restless today, aren't we? But we just came back from our afternoon walk, so what can I do for you, eh?" You were sure you sounded utterly ridiculous, using a baby voice with him but you loved doing so whenever you talked to him. And you’d swear that he could understand you.

"A-ha, these are not for you sweet boy," you tutted at Cyril when he tried to help himself to the food.

It felt like a crescendo, your relationship getting out of the acquaintances’ stage and entering something blurry that you still couldn't figure out. All you knew was that it was warm and it felt a lot like home.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you some cuddles." Yeah, maybe you were a little soft on him but how could anyone be anything but when he looked so cute laying on his back with his little paws in the air?

Exactly.

The sound of the door closing caught your attention and you got up from the ground and walked in the hallway to meet Alfie who was taking his hat off.

"Welcome back, Alfie. How was your day?" Walking to him, you helped him take his coat off. After hanging it on the coat rack, you turn back around to listen to his answer. You expected him to have moved away instead you found your faces extremely close after you had turned around.

A gasp left your lips when your noses brushed whereas Alfie appeared unaffected. His eyes flickered between yours, his moustache tickled your upper lip as he spoke, "it's about to get a lot better, it seems pet. What do ya think?" He whispered on your mouth, referring to your previous question.

The kiss was slow at first, your lips were cautious of each other, tentative and shy. Then Alfie’s hand reached the back of your head and it was like a flip had been switched. Only a brief pause to get some air, your forehead touching, before your lips reconnected. This time with far more hunger, like you had been waiting for this moment. And in fact, you had been.

"Look who's decided to join, cheeky bastard", Alfie commented, amused at his dog who was now panting on his leg. Cyril barked as if he had understood his human and you couldn't help but laugh. This dog was something else.

Your hands trailed on his shoulders up to his neck while the kiss grew more desperate and Alfie pushed you to the wall behind the coat hanger. His hands began wandering trailing down on your body and his mouth was about to follow when something humid and wet interrupted them.

Your eyes bore into his then flickered to his mouth, so close to yours, before you answered him. "I wholeheartedly agree." And that was all he needed to hear before his mouth was on yours. A shot of electricity ran through you when he did.

"I'm sorry mate, but this is a dance for two," Alfie gave him a loving pat on his head, "now where were we?" he turned back to you before connecting your mouths again.

#alfie solomons #tom hardy #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons imagines #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons one shot #alfie x reader #alfie solomons fluff #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine

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bringingglory · 3 years

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@eerna oh my god acshdgagaahhdvsahsv I never expected you to see my post, so I won't lie, I feel like super embarrassed acsgsga

anyway! not gonna lie, this wip has been sitting in my drafts for months now because I wanted to see if I could plan stuff but then I got stuck because Details are hard to figure out BUT I did write out a few scenes, so I'll put them below the cut because they're kind of long. the first one is the "opening" of the fic and the second one is a sort of reimagining of the Silent Princess memory. i have a few other scenes sort of scribbled out, but these are the most "polished" of the stuff i've written alsdkfjasdfk

the opening lol

Link wakes to a faint buzzing in his ear that sends little darts of pain shooting through his skull. He waits for it to end, and when it doesn’t he groans and rolls over, smacking the space around him to find whatever was making that noise and make it shut up. He can’t fathom why his brain is rolling through his skull like that and why there’s an intense pressure behind his eyes, but when he rolls onto his side, he has to press a hand to his abdomen to settle whatever was sloshing around inside his stomach.

Ah. He’s hungover.

Link peels open his eyes and the light sends a fresh wave of pain ricocheting through his skull. He blinks once, twice, and then forces his eyes open to find a phone the size vibrating against the ground a few inches away from his hand.

Link groans and pushes himself up to a sitting position before grabbing the phone and dismissing the alarm. When the phone falls silent in his hands, he finally looks around and tries to assess the situation.

He’s sitting in a bathtub, the porcelain slightly damp from what he hopes is just water. His shirt smells vaguely of cheap vodka and he still can barely look at the sunlight streaming through the window without wincing.

A moment later, he realizes the phone in his hands isn’t his.

Link holds the phone up to his face and rubs the grogginess from his eyes. He swipes up on the screen, surprised that it isn’t protected by a password.

The phone is open on note in the notes app, and it reads:

link, if you’re reading this right now, im so sorry for leaving you in the tub like that!!! my dad’s supposed to come home from the office today and the document case i was telling you about is missing and he cant know i lost it. i know we just started getting along, and im so sorry to ask you this, but could you find the document case? impa’s in my contacts and she can help you. also you have permission to dig through my phone, just dont judge me if i have anything embarrassing on there. can you find the file by midnight? his flight leaves at 3 and i can stall him until then.

it’s 6:11 right now so i have to run before he gets back, but please hurry! i’ll be waiting for you

-zelda

Link blinks and turns the phone off.

Last night? What happened last night? Why can’t he remember anything?

Well, if his raging headache tells him anything, it’s that he had probably blacked out last night.

Link isn’t usually a drinker or a partier. He isn’t really one to go to big social events. So he’s really confused as to why he woke up passed out in a tub with zero memories.

And also, why Zelda left her phone with him.

a version of the Silent Princess memory but they're at a party and its modern

Zelda laughs. “I think I got a little too sober from the Yiga incident to enjoy the party now.”

Link isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh with her, but nods anyway. “Do you want to get some air?”

Zelda gives him an odd look, then sighs. “Yeah. Yes. That would be a good idea.”

Surprisingly, she grabs his forearm and leads him through all the bodies pressed against each other. He can feel the heat of her hand wrapping entirely around his arm like a hot glove, even above the heat of the late summer air and the heat from other people in close proximity.

Somehow, they make it to the other side of the house. Zelda pushes the back door open and pulls him past the other stragglers outside before they find a nice tree with a patch of grass that seems generally clear of alcohol and vomit.

Zelda releases his arm as soon as she finds the tree and she sits down, dropping her head against the trunk.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Zelda waves her hand vaguely.

Link pauses. “Do you need water?”

“If you get me any more water, I’m probably gonna piss myself,” says Zelda. “Sit down.”

He sits down.

The crickets hum vaguely around them, mingling with the distant buzzing and thumping bass of the music from the party. But without people pressing in from all sides and an open field in front of them, it finally feels like he can take a full breath.

The silence settles over them like a blanket. It feels comfortable to him, but he isn’t sure if it’s supposed to be.

“Oh, Link, look.”

Link cranes his head to see Zelda twist around and point out a blue flower glowing vaguely in the dark. It was beautiful with blue petals so light they looked almost white, and a sky blue bleeding out from the center before fading out.

He wants to give her a questioning look, but she’s transfixed on the flower. He can see the smallest of smiles creeping up onto the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a Silent Princess,” she says. “It was my mom’s favorite flower.”

He can tell something important is happening, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“She said that we can’t grow them domestically yet, despite our best efforts.” Zelda breaks into a full smile and it’s radiant. “The Princess can only thrive out here. In the wild.”

They both turn to look back at the house as another loud WHOOP cuts through the air, followed by the sound of a can being crushed against a head.

“Nature is beautiful,” says Link.

Zelda swats him and he has to bite back a laugh.

She turns and runs a gentle finger along one of the petals before sighing and leaning back against the tree.

“Thank you,” she says suddenly. “For being there with the Yiga. And for being there the whole party.” He can hear her swallow. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You weren’t being a bitch,” says Link.

“I was, though.” Zelda inhales beside him. “I mean, just because I’m under a lot of stress from my dad doesn’t mean I’m allowed to take it out on other people. I was acting like a kid.”

“To be fair, your dad sounds like an asshole sometimes.”

Zelda snorts. “Yeah. He can be.” He turns his head to see her lean forward to fiddle with the grass. “But he’s got a lot on his plate. And it probably doesn’t help that his daughter doesn’t want anything to do with his ‘legacy.’”

“Just because your dad’s under a lot of pressure doesn’t mean he’s allowed to be an asshole,” Link points out.

Zelda finally looks up at him and offers him a small grin. “Fair enough.”

“And besides, you’re your own person. You don’t need to follow in his footsteps.”

“That’s what I said,” huffs Zelda. “But of course it’s, ‘blah blah you have a responsibility. I didn’t raise you like this so you could waste your time researching pointless things.’” She sighs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever. I came to this stupid party to blow off steam, I guess. But Goddess, I did not eat enough today to drink that many cans of shitty beer.”

Link sits upright, alert. “Do you need to get food or—”

“No, no, that’s fine.” And that smile returns and Link wonders what else he can say to make it stay. “You’re sweet. But I’ve probably gotten drunk enough tonight.” Her eyes slide up to him and the mischief in them stops his heart for a moment. “You still have to try the Hot Frog.”

Link blinked. “...what is that?”

the endings are abrupt on both of them just bc i wasn't entirely sure how to end them akldjfasd. also the "Hot Frog" is gonna be some kind of mixed drink that gets link really drunk -- me trying to allude more to the original memory from the game haha

anyway, thank you so much for the ask! and thank u for coming up with the shitpost because it made me laugh the first time i read it hasdklfj hopefully i'll continue this one day and do ur shitpost au justice!

#lmao i just realized i titled the fic 'the lelda of zelda: breath of the weath' bc of a meme i saw at the time of making the google doc #also this is completely unimportant but im normally a past tense kind of gal #so it was a bit of an experiment writing in present tense for this #i might end up switching to past tense again later anyway aksjdfhasd #anyway thank you again for the ask <3 #eerna #asks

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obxcunt · 3 years

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Love bites || (1)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: smut, death, cursing, drugs, alcohol, typos.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with vampires for a while, also started rewatching buffy recently. I really wanted to give you guys some vampire shit since i was in the mood for it. This is part one of my new series, let me know what you think, all characters are 18+.

masterlist || part two

“Today, we are still looking for the animal who brutally killed a teenage boy on Friday night, around midnight. The police department is asking our citizens to be extremely vigilant. A curfew might be installed for the next few days, until the end of the police’s researches—"

“Jesus…” Your mother murmured, turning off the tv. “This is scary, how are we supposed to feel safe right now?” You sighed, looking at the delicious meal in front of you, your fork wandering through it. “This thing, could be anywhere—” She paused. “Well, probably not on Figure Eight. I feel so bad for this family, maybe we should do something for them—”

“Like, what?” Your father asked, frowning. “Are you going to make them a cake with: I’m genuinely sorry about your son’s death?” He grabbed the wine, again. “Leave them alone, we already have someone to handle here.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the hint. “Alright, can you guys stop doing this?” You asked, dropping your utensils, the sounds making your mother jump. “I’m literally sitting next to you.” You father sighed, drinking and looking away. “I’m fine.”

“Well, you won't leave this goddamn house until they catched that thing.” Your father stated. “It's too dangerous.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?” You laughed nervously, glancing back and forth between your parents. “You can't be serious! I— I’m not gonna stay here all summer. I have plans, with my friends and—” You turned to your mother, seeking support. “Mom, please!”

She sighed, looking down. “It's only for the nights, sweetheart.” You father groaned, focusing on his meal. “Come on, it's her last summer before going to college.”

“But, wait!” You said, realization hitting you. “I won't be able to party with my friends then—” You father laughed, pointing at you with the knife he had in hand. “That's not fair—”

“That's right, no more parties for you.” He said. “I’d love to know what you were doing on The Cut, the other night. Since when is my daughter hanging out with Pogues?” You sighed, throwing the napkin before leaving the table.“Where do you think you're going?”

“In my room!” You shouted, walking towards the door. “Is it good enough for you? It's on Figure Eight, after all.” You turned around, crossing your arms. “I’m old enough to choose my friends, aren't you tired of judging them?” He rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed. “I wasn't even hanging out with Pogues on Friday night. I was with Rafe, Topper and… Kelce.”

“Right.” He said, wiping his mouth. “Then tell me, what were you doing? If you were hanging out with them, how did you not see—”

“I already told you!” You shouted, losing your composure. “I was with Rafe, we were walking back to his car, we both wanted to leave.” Your mother sighed, drinking. “Whatever, you guys never believe me anyway.”

“Y/N…” Your mother trailed off.

“Probably because you're constantly lying and hiding things!” Your father added, and at this point you knew it was better for you to leave the room.

“I learned from the master himself.” You said, before exiting the kitchen, ignoring him. “Cheating asshole...” You murmured on your way to your bedroom.

It’s true, you were supposedly going to leave with Rafe that night, when you both left the boneyard. However, as soon as you both entered the truck: you magically ended up riding the Kook boy, under the influence.

“Shit-” He moaned, his hands slightly bruising your hips as you bounced on his dick, holding on his shoulders for dear life. “Fuck, Rafe!” You cried, bare chest pressed against his, moaning close to his ear: the sound driving him crazy. His hands moved, caressing your body, his eyes shutting down in a soft whine. You moaned loudly, head falling backwards, giving him enough space to kiss your chest. “Fuck— You feel so good, Y/N.” He said, pounding into you harder, the movement making you fall on him again. You smiled against his neck, ready to answer him before hearing a scream, the sound ruining the moment. “Wait, wait, wait—” You said, panic taking over you. You moved, your back hitting the steering wheel, making Rafe laugh. “What's wrong, Y/N?” He asked, the both of you panting as your hands moved along his toned chest. “You heard that, right?” You asked, the moonlight barely lighting his features through the fogged windows. “Well, of course.” He said, smirking. “I think everyone heard you.” You sighed, smacking his sweaty skin. “I’m serious, Rafe! Someone bloody screamed outside.” He nodded, kissing your forehead. “Relax, baby. It's probably just people messing around.” You weren't convinced by that. “Hey, i’m gonna check, okay?” He said, feeling bad as soon as you started biting your nails. You nodded, moving back to the passenger seat, putting your clothes on. “I’m coming with you.” You opened the door, quickly running to him. “I don't think it's a good—” You held his hand, shutting him off. You both walked around the deserted place, approaching the woods, searching through the darkness, the cold air and a bunch of noises giving you goosebumps. “Wait, what's that?” Rafe asked, stopping along the way to the beach, noticing a body laying on the ground. “Rafe—” You felt your heartbeat increasing, letting go of his hand. “Stay behind me, Y/N.” He said, swallowing hard and approaching it. “Holy shit.” You murmured, covering your mouth as tears emerged from the corner of your eyes, recognizing Kelce’s face, strange marks covering his neck. “Call the cops, Y/N.” Rafe murmured, panic slowly invading him as well. “Go back to the fucking car and call someone, Y/N!” He shouted, kneeling down next to his friend’s body. You walked backwards, almost tripping over something before running back to his truck. You opened the door in a rush, searching for a cellphone. “Shit—” You murmured, shaking as you composed the number. “911, what's your emergency?” A woman asked. “I— My name is Y/N/ L/N, we need an ambulance or the cops, anyone—” You paused, breathless. “Okay, slow down, can you explain to me, what's going on?” “We found a dead body, on our way to the beach, it's our friend—” You suddenly paused, hearing a noise behind you, the sound making you turn around in a silent scream, your eyes scanning the environment in panic, heart pounding against your chest. “Ma'am, are you okay? Can you hear me?” The woman asked, still waiting on the phone. “Shit, I—” You breathed in and out, trying to contain the urge to cry. “We need help, right now, please!”

You turned on the lights, entering your bedroom and closing the door behind you, laying against it in a sigh. You looked over the window, familiar sounds catching your attention: a few knocks, followed by whispers. You moved towards it, a bit anxious as you pulled up the curtains: relaxing as soon as you recognized Rafe’s face.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You asked, opening the window and watching the tall boy coming inside. “I’m pretty sure we still have a front door.” You added, closing it.

“You're not answering my calls or texts—” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I was worried.”

“I’m really sorry, Rafe.” You simply replied. “I— I wasn't in the mood to talk. Things have been pretty crazy lately, especially since—” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Kelce's death and the funeral.”

“I missed you, a lot.” He admitted, surprising you. “I know we are not dating or anything but—” You looked down for a second, a bit embarrassed. “We are still friends, right? I missed my friend.” He cleared his throat, fleeing your gaze. “Anyway, we are having lunch at my house tomorrow, everyone is going to be there. It's for Kelce, do you—”

“I’ll come, of course.” You cut him off, giving him a tiny smile.

“Promise me to be careful, out there.” He said, hands cupping your cheeks. “I already lost one of my best friends.” He tried to kiss you, craving your softness but you moved, making this awkward. “Wow, okay...” He said, laughing nervously.

“Fuck, Rafe—” You sighed, rubbing your face. “I— I can't do this right now. It's too much. My parents are on my back constantly, you probably should leave before they—”

“Your parents love me, Y/N!” He said, sighing as you refused to match his enthusiasm. “Okay, it's fine. I can’t stay any longer, Topper is parked in the street, waiting for me. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“That's very sweet.” You said, pushing up on your toes and kissing his cheek, the action making him blush right away. “Be careful, alright? Stay on Figure Eight, it's safer apparently.” He nodded, opening the window himself.

You watched him leave, closing the window behind him as he walked back to Topper’s jeep. Once they were gone, you looked down, noticing a silhouette standing in front of your house, the darkness hiding his identity.

“What the fuck—” You murmured, turning off the lights and shutting down the curtains. A few seconds later, you lifted the curtains a bit, (curiousty teasing you) searching for the stranger’s presence but there was nothing: they were gone.

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A/N: I’m so excited about this series, comment if you want to be add to the tag-list! I’ll post the next part this week!

#jj mayback x reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #drew starkey #jj maybank x smut #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x you #rafe cameron x you #obx fic #obx jj #outer banks kooks #vampire #vampire fic

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, slight angst in the beginning but not really, fluff

i owe you guys an apology. i’m not very active on tumblr as of posting. i’m sorry about that. school has been hard on me and i’ve been very stressed. i’ll try to do better in the future :)

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option.

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left.

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa."

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood.

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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aestheticallyholland · 3 years

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NEVER NOT | CONFESSIONS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 1.8k words

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NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"It's the end of the Earth and the death of the universe that give me the insane courage to say that I am yours if you want me." - Krystal Sutherland, Our Chemical Hearts

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[ december 20, 2015 . . . ]

SEVERAL DAYS PASSED BY and Y/N still didn't have the guts to talk to Tom. She still couldn't face him after what happened just a few days before.

When they were in the same class, Tom would steal glances at her since she was in the first few seats in front of him. It still bothers him so much and every time he would look at her, he felt pain in his chest.

Of course, Y/N would notice this. She wanted to go up to him and talk through it with him. She wanted to apologize to him but she couldn't.

I guess this Christmas would be so lonely. Y/N thought to herself.

As she walked to the hallway towards her locker, she saw Tom leaning on the lockers near hers. She stopped her tracks until Tom noticed that she was there. She felt her heart beating so fast she couldn't describe the feeling anymore.

She walked slowly towards her locker while Tom was just looking at her and placed some of her things inside.

"Is now the perfect time to talk?" Tom suddenly asked that made Y/N jumped a little.

She looked at him slowly until their eyes were locked to each other. She felt that she couldn't talk so she remained silent but nodded in agreement. She closed her locker and they both walked together outside the school building.

The walk was silent and Y/N just followed where Tom was walking to. They walked until they stopped in front of a black motorcycle. Tom got a helmet and sat on his motorcycle and Y/N just stood there confused. Tom looked at Y/N who was just standing there.

"Come on," Tom said and held his hand out for her. She smiled a little and took it and sat behind him. He gave her another helmet and she placed it around her head.

"Hold on to me, Y/N," Tom mumbled and started the engine. Y/N slowly wrapped her arms around Tom's waist then Tom drove out of the school.

Y/N didn't know where they were going, but she hoped they could talk things through with Tom.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Where are we?" Y/N asked when they took off their helmets on their heads and got off the motorcycle.

They were in a place where they could see the city lights. It was like they were on top of the world. They could see the sunset clearly in there.

"This is so—" Y/N stopped when the wind blew and her hair flew. "Beautiful."

Tom chuckled and looked at her as she watched the sun setting. The ray of light hit her face and her hair flew.

She looked so much more beautiful. Tom said to himself. She always does.

He glanced at her hands and suddenly got one of them. This startled Y/N and turn to his side to face him.

"Look, Y/N." Tom started and sighed before continuing. "I'm so sorry for everything." He said. "I'm really sorry for yelling at you and for being such a jerk."

Y/N didn't say anything so Tom went on.

"Everything that I said during the ski trip is true. I mean those, Y/N." Tom said. "What I feel for you is real." He held both of her hands and brought them closer to his chest.

"I tried to resist it but every time I hang out with you, I just can't help it." He said and chuckled. "You are the most amazing girl that I've ever met, Y/N."

Y/N could feel her cheeks burning with everything he said.

"I..." Tom paused for a while because his heart was pounding so fast. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N's heart suddenly beats so fast with those words of love. She held on tight to his hands and felt tears coming out of her eyes.

"W-what's wrong? Did I do something?" Tom stuttered while asking her when he saw tears coming from his eyes.

Y/N smiled a little although she was crying. It wasn't even a sad cry, it was tears of joy.

"That's the first time someone confessed to me," Y/N admitted and chuckled while wiping the tears from her eyes.

Tom felt relief and pulled Y/N to a hug. "I thought I said something bad that made you cry." He said.

Y/N smiled and said. "I love you too, Tom, so much." She looked at him and he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry that I didn't let you explain your side, Tom." She said. "I was so blinded with anger at that time. It wasn't even about the scrunchie. I just thought you betrayed me." She explained and broke down.

Tom placed a hand on her cheek and wiped away tears from her eyes. "I would never do that to you, Y/N."

"Really?" Y/N asked him and Tom gave a big smile.

"I swear." He held out his pinky finger to her. But instead of intertwining her pinky to his, she pressed her lips to Tom's like a seal for the promise. Tom was taken back at the kiss before kissing her back. Y/N pulled away from the kiss first and said, "It's a swear then." She smiled at him.

Tom smiled back and remembered something that he was going to give her. He let go of Y/N's hand and went through his pockets until he finally got it.

"Here, I got this back for you," Tom said and gave out the Y/N's scrunchie. Y/N's eyes widen when she saw her scrunchie and received it.

"I had to talk to Camille to get it back for you right after you left me," Tom explained. "It wasn't easy, honestly." He chuckled.

"But how did she—" Before Y/N could finish asking, Tom answered right away.

"Remember the first party that went together?" He asked her and she gave a nod. "Camille actually got to talk to me and got it. I don't know why but I forgot about it when she suddenly asked me about you."

Y/N understood him. "I forgive you, Tom. I'm just glad you got it back. It's my only memory of my mom." She said.

"So." Tom started. "Are we okay now?" He asked just to make sure.

"Of course," Y/N answered.

It was already starting to get dark and the city is starting to light up. They decided to stay there for a while to appreciate the beauty of the city while cuddling with each other.

"How did you even know this place?" Y/N asked him. Her head was on his chest and his hand was stroking her hair.

"My family and I go here for hiking and we would end up having lunch or dinner here," Tom said.

"We should do that together," Y/N suggested. "You know, me, you, Erika, and Harrison." She added.

"Would that be fine with you?" Tom asked and Y/N nodded.

They stayed there a little longer until they decided that it was already getting late. They went to Tom's motorcycle hand-in-hand. They wore their helmets and drove down to the city. Y/N held on to Tom as he drove going to her house.

After a few minutes, they have finally arrived at her house. The neighborhood was quiet since it was already night.

"Thank you for today, Tom," Y/N said as she went down from the motorcycle. "I'm glad we got to talk things through." She added.

"Same here." He replied.

Y/N was about to go towards the door until Tom stopped her first.

"Before you go," Tom called out for her and she looked back to him and gave him a confused look.

He walked closer to her until she could look up to him since he is taller than her.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Tom asked her which made her feel her heart beat faster. "For real this time?" Tom was smiling at her which she couldn't resist.

"Yes." She answered right away that made Tom even happier. He wrapped his arms around her. Y/N giggled as she hugged her. He suddenly picked her up and spun her around which made her squeal.

"Tom!" She exclaimed and laughed.

"She said yes!" He shouted and Y/N slapped him playfully.

"You're gonna wake the neighbors up." Y/N scolded him but he just gave her a big smile.

"You don't know how happy I am right now," Tom said.

"I am so happy too, Tom," Y/N replied. Tom gave her a peck on the lips and Y/N deepened it. They pulled from each other and just looked at each other's eyes.

"I love you, Y/N," Tom whispered, loud enough for her to hear him

"I love you, Thomas." She replied and smiled.

"You should go now before your dad opens the door." Tom joked that made her laugh.

"Good night, Tom." She said and remained standing as he walked towards his motorcycle.

"Good night, love!" He said and rode his motorcycle. "Think about me!" Those were his last words before he drove home.

Y/N smiled to herself and went inside her house then went straight to her room. Her house was so quiet so her father and sister were probably asleep already.

She collapsed herself to her bed and gave a heavy sigh. She was glad that Tom was a person who didn't give up on her. She was glad that he is part of her life now. She is so lucky to have him.

After a few minutes of daydreaming, she finally drifted off to sleep.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was already almost midnight and Tom just finished taking a bath. It was just a few minutes after he arrived home from dropping off Y/N.

As he went to his room, he turns on the lights and changed to his sleeping outfit, a plain shirt, and sweatpants.

As he was wiping his hair with a towel, he noticed a white paper on his table that he had never seen before. He placed his towel around his shoulder and decided to read it for himself.

His eyes widen as soon as he finished reading it and placed it back down.

I got in. He said to himself and sat down on his bed.

Now he has more decisions to make and to think about.

What should I do? Tom asked himself.

❃ TAGLIST @allthisfortommy @kait4073 @lovebittenbyevans @l0ve-0f-my-life @spiitfiires @robertpattinson-th @jackiehollanderr @butterflies-glitter

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland series

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sleepy-exe · 3 years

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Shapeshifter AU - 1

Iwaizumi x f!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 >>

Summary: Y/n is a shapeshifter and goes on a run through the forest after midnight when she unexpectedly comes across a regular human.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings for this part: y/n is a wolf shifter, work stress mentioned

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au (not a/b/o), potential enemies to lovers

a/n: I have a short attention span/get distracted way too easily, so I’m trying to keep each part short for people who struggle with longer bits like me.

Part 1: Late Night Run

Running. Weaving through trees and brash, the clear sky letting the moon illuminate the space between the trees. Crisp air brushes against black fur, but the thick coat won’t let the chill reach skin. The sounds of leaves and twigs snapping beneath quick, agile steps and deer, and any other potential prey, fleeing the area. Not a soul in sight beyond the usual nocturnal creatures of the forest - just how Y/n likes it. The fairly large forest in eastern Osaka had become a favorite spot to run freely after dark when humans wouldn’t be around and any nearby parks would be closed, making it a safe location for a wolf shifter to stretch her legs and feel free.

It was a nice contrast to the hustle and bustle of the large city. No loud sounds of cars and busy streets. No bright lights from neon signs and headlights. Just peaceful nature surrounds her here. Sure, there were roads surrounding the forest, but they had barely any traffic after dark and as long as she didn't stray past the tree line, that shouldn’t be a worry.

Y/n had to have been running for over an hour now, needing to let off steam after a very frustrating project at work was finally complete. Plus, the exercise wouldn’t hurt. Actually, after all the takeout this week, the exercise is probably needed.

She had been running in a mostly straight path, circling around any obstacles. Luckily, she had a good sense of direction and hadn’t found herself lost deep in the woods since sophomore year of college. Except that one time senior year, but that was a fluke. By now she was sure she should head back. There is an almost 45 minute drive home and it's probably later than she’d like to admit already.

A little longer wouldn’t hurt.

Y/n hadn’t been quite this far on this end of the forest before and she wasn't tired. The wolf ran on, looking around for anything of interest and any possible markers to remember for the future.

There - she locked onto a group of fallen trees off to the left, not slowing her step forward. The occasional fallen tree wasn’t unusual, but this was several beside each other. That would be easy enough to recall later.

Then she noticed the sudden lack of trees in her peripherals and slowed to a stop. Y/n had ran straight out of the woods. She stood there, looking around for a moment, unfamiliar with the open area. The shifter was still on grass, so at least she hadn’t landed herself in the road that was several meters ahead. Seems this side of the forest rubbed against the suburbs. Best not to say in the open.

Y/n turned to head back to the tree line, but caught sight of a small parking lot to the right and froze. Heart beating against her rib cage, hairs standing on end, she stood there stuck in her tracks. Only two vehicles were in the lot, lit poorly by an old light post, but next to the closest vehicle was a man with dark, spiked hair looking back in her direction. But maybe he didn’t see the wolf. Out in the open. She was at least 15 meters away and he only looked in her direction for a brief moment before slowly getting in the dark green truck. Dark fur would help camouflage her in the night, but the nearly full moon and all of maybe two, though not the brightest, light posts close by probably didn’t help her case. She slowly backed away watching the truck’s lights flash on, then did an 180 and sprinted back in the direction she came from.

Once she was near where she ditched her car, she shifted back to her usual self and quickly got into her Honda. With black paint and the lack of lights in this area, she figured it hid well enough. Falling into her seat, she let her head fall back against the headrest, panting as she willed her heart to slow down. Someone may have seen her - a large wolf in western Japan was completely unheard of and would certainly gain attention. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She had to calm down. She needed to leave. The only person she saw had left without making a scene. He didn’t acknowledge her, didn't make any calls, at least not that she saw. After her breathing had returned to normal she quickly checked her surroundings before starting the car, putting it in gear, and heading for the city.

After driving in silence for a while as she made her way out of the forest, she went to turn on some music but remembered she ignored a call from a friend when she arrived for her late night run and decided to call him back. Sure it's late, but it was fairly late when he had called too. She started the call through the car’s system after up shifting, entering the highway.

After several rings a man’s voice rang throughout the car, “The hell are ya callin’ so late for?!”

She winced at the loudness and turned the volume down on the stereo, “You called me at a quarter ‘til midnight! I’m just calling you back.”

The voice whined, “At 4am?”

She checked the time on the in-dash screen to her left and frown. Was she really out that long? “Ah.. Sorry, I just wanted to see what you wanted. If everything’s okay, I’ll let ya go.”

A loud exhale rang through the speakers, “Well I’m up now. Things are fine.. Why are ya up at 4am again? Are you doing something, it sounds like I’m on speaker.”

She turned down the volume a few notches more, “Sorry. Thought I had it down enough. I’m drivin’, but I’ve got you going through the car.”

“Driving?!”

It’s always hard to get the volume right when her childhood friend can’t pick just one volume to speak at, “Yeah, I’m heading home. Was on a run.”

Only rustling from the other side of the call was heard for a moment, “..It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”

She didn’t reply, only focusing on switching roads instead.

“Y/n.”

He normally uses nicknames, so hearing her actual name here caught her attention, “Yes? Yeah, yeah. I was out at my usual spot.”

“Wait.. Out past Higashiosaka? Are you almost home? Have tomorrow- Er, today off I take it?”

She focuses on what traffic is coming together as she drives deeper into Osaka. Road filling ahead with red tail lights and the glow of downtown in the distance, light shining in the windows from the now close knit street lights overhead. “Yes, no, yes.”

“Um, what?”

“I’m like halfway home. I probably have like 20 minutes left, but I don’t have work, so it’s fine. I misjudged how long I was out,” she apologized.

“..Are you okay? Still stressed?” He was aware of the trouble her most recent work project gave her. He often complained about the lack of attention he got as she ignored everyone to prioritize work for the last week.

“I just distressed, right? I’m fine. If ya want, we can get together later. Like later later,” she giggled quietly to herself, “I’m gonna sleep all day.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” more rustling echoed through the speakers, “I’m gonna nap the next 20 minutes and better get a ‘I’m home’ text from ya when I wake up or I’ll go searching for ya.”

She snorted, “Dude, you don’t drive! But I’ll let you know when I’m home. Enjoy your nap, an’ sorry again for waking you.”

He sighed, “Nah. You know ya can call me anytime. I was just messin’ with ya. Be careful, Y/n-chan.”

“I will. Bye bye,” with that she ended the call.

Part 2 >>

#shapeshifter au #haikyuu!shapeshifter #iwaizumi x y/n #f!reader #wolf shifter #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #slow burn

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etes-secrecy-post · 3 years

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE!⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY! I’LL SEND A DM/ASK MESSAGE FOR A WARNING BEFORE I BLOCK THEM!⚠️

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Titles: Happy Spot Day - 10th Anniversary & I Cuteness Male - Spot Speedster

😁Hello! Hello!😁 It's Spot Speedster's 10th Anniversary Celebration!🥳️🎂🐶🏎

• And boy ah boy, what a journey that he was! All date back to September of 2011 when I decided to create my own OC for the first time while I'm at High School (3rd Year) and a Chowder cartoon fan, which I'm still on it to this day. So here's what Spot looks like in my first reference sheet artwork.↓

• Uh yeah, did I mention that his name was inspired by my Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 3DX+'s tuning card? Yup, I did that! But I didn't made nor register that tuning card though, it was actually given from my old and former best friend (who I won't tell his name and he's now live in somewhere). And yes, I did have that old tuning card via scan, and as of today, I can't find it after I scan it. Here's what it looks like.↓

• And by the way, I'm still love playing Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune to this day, and I missed playing Wangan Maxi at the arcade! I have so many memories of playing games at the arcade (from different malls) with my former friends back from 2010 to 2012, and I can't tell my story. And believe it or not, 2010 is the beginning of my playthrough arcades with my former friends long before my 1st OC debut a year later. Plus 2010 is my best year so far though. So yeah, that's my short memory story.

• Anyway let's get back to my first OC reference sheet! Judging from the looks of him (which I drew using my pencil), he's a pretty short kid, blue clothes, and his trademark turbo shoes/sneakers. And here's my 5th Anniversary reference sheet as a comparison.↓

• His height has grown but his personality and clothes remain intact. He never gets old, huh. And so his age and his ambition, too. Hey fun fact, did you know that his original fur color was cyan? Well actually, quite close to cyan color until I change his color fur to a fitted one. I still have my old artwork from my thumb drive, and here's what it looks like as an example.↓

• So yeah, and the rest is now history on his memory books. And yes, he's still a student driver apprentice with his dad/driver master Bonn "The Spot" Speedster 🚹🐰. And someday he too becomes his dad's successor.

(Title: Happy Spot Day - 10th Anniversary)

• Okay back to my artwork! I made a big party artwork of bday boy Spot, his dad, and his beloved male friends who dressed up as Spot. Not to mention the racing theme that he loves 🏁🏎, raging from Sammir riding a race kart 🏎, Sam's opening a large bottle of soda 🥤🍾 (instead of champagne), to Shadow and Caleb wearing the racing wreath while holding balloons 🌿🎈, and even Maxwell stood tall at the first place podium while holding the "1st place" trophy 🏆🥇. And we cannot forget Chowder brought a celebration cake from their catering company (Mung Daal made that though). I was gonna add Riya, but I want it to make all male OCs just like I did to her previous 5th Anniversary back in 2018. [CLICK ME!]

Spot 🐶🏎: Wow! First off, look cute back then! =3 Second, to be honest, coloring with cyan on my fur wasn't so bad until you change it, so I feel alright with it.🙂👍 Third, I still have my personal tune-up Impreza car[GDB-C], and it never ever gets old! And finally fourth, thanks so much for celebrating my 10th Anniversary, guys! I love you all, and I love you, dad!🥰️❤️️

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): No problem, son! I love you, too, Spot!🤗❤️️

Riya 🐰🏎, Rita 🚺🐶, Cude 🐰🤖, and MuruKir 🔵⭐(wearing Spot's clothes): 🎂🎈 Happy 10th Anniversary, Spot!🥳️🎊

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot clothes): Check it out, Spot! Our creator has a gift for you! Show to him, dude!😁

Well, here you go!🎁↓

(Title: I Cuteness Male - Spot Speedster)

• Here it is! A revamped of his Cuteness Defender form! Hoping that I will make more revamp Cuteness Defender artworks very soon. But for now, this is my first revamped Cuteness Defender artwork using my digital drawing/graphic tablet (and GIMP 2.10.28), the XP-Pen Deco 01 V2.🖊️📝🖥 If you want to see my original, then please [CLICK ME!].

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Wow! He looks awesome than the original traditional art!😃 And his first armor is a great GREAT choice, Spot!😁👍

Spot 🐶🏎: Yeah! You know, I do have my own custom uniform suit, but this recent uniform of mine and my armor suits me well! This artwork looks awesome, alright! Thanks so much!😁👍

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Ya sure do, Spot! And hoping that I will have my revamped Cuteness Defender artwork, too for my 10th Anniversary!😊

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Me too, Ri! I want to see mine as well for my 5th Anniversary! 😊 But for now, Spot deserved this for his 10th-year celebration!

MuruKir🔵⭐(wearing his Riya clothes): I'm so amazed! I already have my own (from our creator), and he looks awesome as I am!😁

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): This looks nice! You made my son proud!🙂👍

Rita 🚺🐶 (wearing Spot's clothes): And he loves it, alright! Great job!😊👍

• Thanks so much for your comments, guys!😊 Uh yeah, as I promise, I will now show ya my two upcoming OCs will be revealed this year 2022! Check it out!↓

• Heheh... A reference to Pinkfong and Hogi colors, am I right? Well, kind of... But nonetheless, I'm not sure what are my upcoming OCs look like. Will these are male ♂ and female ♀? female ♀ and female ♀? Or the opposite of the gender spectrum (male ♂ and male ♂)? I won't tell ya when the OC reveals in their respective months, soon. (Though changes will be made after their first pre-look.)

BTW: These two upcoming OCs of mine are my first time will not be debut in deviantART. But in here on Tumblr (as exclusively).

Spot 🐶🏎: Ooow! I can't wait to see those!😮

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): I'm excited for new friends!😃

Cude 🐰🤖(wearing his Spot clothes): Me too! I'm so eagerly interested!😁

MuruKir🔵⭐(wearing his Riya clothes): Heck yeah! Same here!😃

Bonn 🚹🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): No spoilers allowed, so we're gonna wait and be patient, children!😉

Rita 🚺🐰 (wearing Spot's clothes): He's right. Who knows, what the creator is up to though. But for now, let's celebrate our son's anniversary!😁

🎂🎈*The Speedster family and friends are continuing to celebrate Spot's 10th Anniversary*.🥳️🎊

*Epilogue*

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Hey Spot, you have a message from Vanilla!

* Spot retrieves his own phone and open a video chat app 📲🤳*

Vanilla🐰🎀(wearing her Spot clothes): Hi Spotty!👋😁 I'm wearing the personal clothes (from yours) that you gave me! And happy 10th Anniversary, Spotty! Let's have a private dinner tonight, you and me!😊 I cook some homemade foods that you're willing to try!🍽

Spot 🐶🏎: Awww thanks so much! I'm glad you like it!🥰 And of course, I would love to, Vanilla love! I hope your cooking is delicious!😋 See ya! I'll meet you at your house.

Vanilla🐰🎀(wearing her Spot clothes): Okay! Love you, Spotty!🥰️

Spot 🐶🏎: Love you too, Vanilla love! Bye! *video chat call ended*🥰️

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Awww isn't that sweet!? You and my best friend at her house for a private dinner? I wish my boyfriend Mocho will have a private dinner, but sadly he disappeared... Or not.😟 But I'm not sure where he is... *sigh*😔

Spot 🐶🏎: Hey cheer up, Ri!👋😊I'm sure someday he'll come back to pick up his girlfriend; that's you.

Riya 🐰🏎 (wearing her Spot Clothes): Yeah, I know. <=]

Once again, happy 10th Anniversary Spot! 🥳️ And that's all for now!😊

If you want to see my OC Riya's 8th Anniversary made by my A-Pal @bryan360, then please [CLICK ME!].

Shadow R. and Caleb are owned by @carmenramcat

Maxwell and Sam are owned by @bryan360

Jason Watterson, Jr. is owned by Edalhoff345

(HTF OC) Sammir is owned by sammirbear2k42021

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