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why-what-no · 2 years

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Dating Bella Swan Would Include

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warnings: Wuthering Heights. God, why did I make this so long.

Notes: Yes, I’m outing myself as a Twilight fan and a Bella simp, fight me. I could treat her right. (And no, I don’t support a lot of what SMeyer wrote in those books).

When you first heard of Bella Swan, you didn’t really care. She was more of a conversation topic for the guys or the school gossips.

Even when she first arrived, snatched up by Jessica and her friends, you didn’t care at first.

She was just some classmate

Sure, she was cute. But definitely the shy type, clearly uncomfortable with the level of awe she was receiving from the guys in your classes.

You guys first spoke a few days after she arrived. She was in the parking lot, leaning against her car. A book in her hand with a title you recognized.

“Wuthering Heights, huh?” You tilted your head to get a better look at the book title.

She was surprised for a second, not used to people asking her about books. People asking her about anything she liked, actually. “Um, yeah, have you read it?”

“Yep.”

Bella sat up a bit. “Oh, what did you think?”

“Meh.” You shrugged, being honest. “Not great. Everyone kinda sucks. It’s cool that you like it though.”

“But that’s the point.” You were a little caught off guard by her sudden investment in your conversation of your dislike of the book. But also glad to see her animated about something. “The best thing about them is their love.”

“Obsession isn’t love.”

“It’s not obsession.” The pretty brunette argued, mildly stuttering-ly. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” The halfway triumphant face Bella made when she quoted the book was kind of cute if you were honest.

You chuckled. “Fair enough, I’ll give that book one thing, it had a few good quotes. Although I prefer that heaven quote, personally. You know… I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I’d fall asleep in his; and he said he couldn’t breathe in mine”

You grinned at her, waving goodbye as the bell rang.

Bella just stared after you. Other people in Forks were interested in her, but none except you actually talked to her about things she liked. Even if you didn’t like them as well.

She started to pay attention to you the next day, curiosity about Edward Cullen being replaced by curiosity about you.

Fighting through her anxiety, she approached you in the library the next day.

“What do you think of Jane Austin?” Bella immediate winced at her bluntness as you turned to her in suprise.

But, thankfully, you didn’t comment on that. “Umm, I only got halfway through Sense & Sensibility. So I can’t really say.”

She was a little crestfallen. “You didn’t like that one either?”

“No, I liked it. But I got really busy, and it was a library book. So I had to hand it in before it got due.

“Oh.” Bella had no idea why she was relieved that you liked that book. “You can borrow mine, if you want? I can… drop it off at your place. Tomorrow, maybe?”

While you didn’t quite know why she cared so much about it, you agreed. It was the weekend, and your parents were busy. So there was no problem about Bella stopping by.

Well, no problems except the rain. But for some reason she turned up anyway.

“You could have stayed home. I would’ve understood.” You chuckled helping her out of her jacket.

“I know.” She gratefully took the towel you handed her, giving you the book she had been hiding from the rain under her jacket. “I just… It’s a bit of rain.”

You knew she was lying, it was obvious from the way she looked outside that she wasn’t happy about the storm. You supposed there wasn’t much rain in Arizona. “Okay, well. How about you hang out here until the weather gets a bit better. I can turn on the movie?”

“The movie?”

“You know.” You held up her copy of Sense & Sensibility, obviously meaning that.

“Oh… sure.” She blushed a little. “Can I just call my dad first? Let him know I’m at a friend’s place?”

When Bella returned from the phone, the two of you curled up on the couch. Her eyes were focused on the movie, giving you a chance to look at her properly.

The two of you got much closer after that. When Cullen returned to bio class from wherever he had been, he saw that Bella had already moved to a back table with you

That family moved away soon after that, not telling anyone about it. You weren’t surprised, they had always been weirdos.

When you finally admitted your feeling for her, it was definitely awkward. And for a long moment, you were sure that she didn’t feel the same.

But to your relief, she did. She kissed you gently, like she was afraid of hurting you. Or of you disappearing on her.

So many things in her life were uncertain, with Bella always being the one to make other people lives easier.

But she didn’t have to do that with you.

Most dates included movie nights are your house, cuddling under a blanket.

You’d listen to her talk about the books and songs she liked, just like she would do for you. Bella usually wasn’t comfortable with questions and attention. But she liked knowing you were interested in what she had to say.

Charlie took it pretty well when Bella told him, as you had already been around their house a lot. He was a little surprised, but already liked you. He knew you cared about his daughter.

She normally liked to avoid school dances and stuff, but if you wanted to do it she would go just for you. Letting you pick her outfit, watching you dance with your friends while looking all nice.

When it came to Jacob, he was a little defensive around you at first. Still having a crush on Bella.

And at one point you had to shut that down, telling him that if he really cared about her he would grow up and let them just be friends.

He accepted your relationship after that, becoming your friend as well. In fact, once he got over Bella and found a girlfriend of his own, you four would do double dates sometimes.

You and Bella were a steady couple. You knew she had a hard time letting people look after her or letting herself be happy. But you reassured her that you were on her side.

She was so grateful that you had spoken to her all those months ago.

You guys planned your future. Neither of you wanted to get married too early, letting things happen naturally. But you guys went to Arizona for university, with Bella wanting to be an English teacher

Her mother loved you, just like her dad did. Both of them seeing how much happier Bella was now that you two were together.

Your future apartment was cozy. Filled with her books, maybe a pet, and all of your love for each other.

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years

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Game On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Supporting Character: Frank Castle

Warnings: None really, maybe a couple swear words but other than that, this is pure fun. There are a few smooches.

Word Count: 5,065-ish (I’m sorry, it’s a little longer than what I usually put out )

Summary: Your best friend and co-worker, Ginger has an idea for a fun Saturday afternoon. She suggests a game of laser tag and also suggests you bring along your boyfriend Billy and his best friend Frank.

A/N: This just sounded like so much fun that I had to write it down. And my sweet friend Lily @munsonownsmyass mentioned how much she loved Ginger from my Happy Birthday fics so I figured I’d give her more love. She is based on my bff, she is the most fun and I can so picture her doing this. I hope you guys like it! Oh I did stick a quote from Mr. & Mrs. Smith in here

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

“Hey! What are you doing next weekend?” Ginger asked you excitedly as she looked over at you from her desk which was next to yours. The work day was always filled with interruptions from either her or you randomly bringing up obscure ideas that just popped into your heads.

The clicking of your keyboard stopped as you looked over at her. “Next weekend? I don’t think I have anything goin on. Why, what’s up?” You were very intrigued, Ginger was always full of great ideas and fun things to do.

She removed her blue light glasses and set them down on her desk. “Because I was thinking that we should go and play laser tag.”

Your eyebrows automatically raised like being pulled up by strings. “Laser tag?!!”

“Yeah!! Get a few people from around the office, you bring that smexy boyfriend of yours, oh he should bring Frank…and his kids would probably love it!”

You pondered for a minute before answering her, it did sound like a lot of fun. “Ya know what, that does sound like fun. I’ll talk to Billy when he gets home tonight.”

Billy Russo was your devastatingly handsome boyfriend and former boss. After confessing that he had feelings for you last year at your birthday party, you resigned from your position at his company, Anvil, and started your relationship.

Since that night, you have never been happier, you got a new job working with your best friend and you and Billy recently moved in together. Life was very good.

“Laser tag?!!” Billy exclaimed, flashing that blinding smile at you. “How many people will there be?”

“I dunno yet.”

“What kind of set up is it?”

“I dunno…”

“Is it a point system or is it a you get shot and you’re out situation?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Alright, soldier…at ease! I don’t know yet.” You were smiling because you saw the competitive glow in his dark brown eyes begin to brighten at the very mention of a game. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to play next weekend, that’s all.” Billy was quite the competitor, he always had to be the best—at everything.

He bit his bottom lip and looked down, tilting his glass of bourbon back and forth, you knew he was already strategizing in his head how he was going to win. “I know that look, Billy!”

“What look, baby?”

“Don’t you play innocent with me, I know you’re already thinking about how you’re going to win. Besides, it’s not a sure thing that you’re going to win, I’m a pretty good shot, ya know.”

Billy set his bourbon on the coffee table, the amber liquid moving back and forth in the glass, he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him and you started to rake your fingers through his soft hair.

He touched his forehead to yours. “I know you’re a good shot, sweet girl. You had a great teacher.” You wanted to wipe that smug look right off of his handsome face.

“Oh and you and Frank can’t be on the same team either.” You said with a warm smile and a wink.

“What?!! If you’re such a good shot, my love, it shouldn’t matter if Frankie and I are on the same team.”

You pointed a finger right into his chest. “Don’t you try to get in my head, Russo. I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna work.”

Wide eyed and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Billy couldn’t defend his actions, he couldn’t hide what he was trying to do but he loved that you knew him so well.

You always knew when he needed a little extra attention, you could tell from his texts if he was in a good mood or a bad one, you could even tell by the way he took his bourbon if he had a good day or bad day. If he had it with ice, it was a good day, no ice—a bad day.

On days he went to visit his dying mother, he always put on his black and blue tie, little things like that you picked up on, you paid attention to him which he still wasn’t used to, but he loved, and if he felt like talking about his day, good or bad, you were there to listen.

Because Billy held a lot inside, the times where he did want to talk, you stopped whatever you were doing to listen, you wanted to encourage him to talk more, to make him feel more comfortable telling you what was bothering him.

Today, however, was a very good day and he was the only one talking at dinner, telling you all about what he and Frank did on assignment today. But he seemed very curious and excited about laser tag. “Well I’m all in for laser tag, baby. I’ll ask Frankie if he wants to do it and bring the kids.”

You lightly clapped your hands together. “Oh yay! This is gonna be so much fun! I’m going to text Ginger right now.”

Billy carefully watched you get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen to get your phone, and he kept his gaze on you until you came back to the couch. He always did that, stared at you with great affection any time you had to step away from his presence.

He was still quiet when you sat down and draped your legs over him. “What? What is it?” You asked him.

Billy inched closer to you, leaning you backwards so your head rested against the arm of the couch and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. “Nothing.” He said shaking his head. “I just…love you.”

You always thought Billy’s beautiful dark eyes were looking straight through you, like he could see everything that was happening on the inside of your body.

The flutters in your stomach that happened any time he looked in your direction, the goosebumps that erupted on your skin when he touched you, and the way your heart skipped any time he flashed you that gorgeous smile. You just had a feeling he could see it all, he loved you so much.

“I love you too handsome—and you’re goin DOWN!” You said with confidence.

He just laughed a little and told you “We shall see, beautiful. We shall see.”

The following week at work was just a competition of who could do the most shit talking. You and Ginger had recruited three more people for laser tag, and Billy asked Frank if he wanted to come and bring the kids. Altogether there were nine people, so you’d split everyone up into three groups of three.

Team 1 would be Billy, Joe, and Frank’s daughter Lisa, Team 2 would be you, Phil, and Frank Jr. and Team 3 would be Frank, Ginger, and Chris. Joe, Phil and Chris were friends of yours that worked in your building.

“Ginger, where are you going? I thought we were going shopping?” You asked after clocking out for the day.

“Oh I can’t! I forgot I have to meet Frank and Chris for a strategy session. Oh and I’m telling Frank that I get the biggest gun they have. The team captain should have the biggest gun.” She stated with conviction.

You started to laugh. “You’re having a strategy session? Also, does Frank know you designated yourself team captain?”

She had a devil like smile on her face when she replied with “No, but he will when he sees my special laser tag outfit I made with a ‘Captain’ patch on it.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes. “Wait…you made your own laser tag outfit?”

“Of course I did! It’s all camo.”

You nodded your head. “Yep, of course it’s all camo. Ok well have fun strategizing! I’ll see you guys tomorrow for lunch before game time!” You waved goodbye to Ginger as she headed off to meet Frank and Chris.

On your way to lunch, you were thinking about the only strategy you had for the game which was you had picked two of the shortest people to be on your team and made sure that they wore dark color clothing.

You and Billy were both dressed in black from head to toe and even though you loved to see Billy in his nice suits, he looked so good in more casual clothing also. From the black boots on his feet, to the black sweatshirt he had on up top, he’s the sexiest man you’ve ever seen.

“What is it, love?” Billy asked you as he drove.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him and delicately moved your fingers up and down his thigh. “I was just thinking about how handsome you are.” Ok maybe you had another strategy, but he could see through your little head game.

“Uh huh, I know what you’re doing—don’t you bat your eyelashes at me.” He didn’t even give you a chance to turn on the charm, although it didn’t stop him from smiling and blushing. “Nice try, beautiful. It takes a lot more to get in my head.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Eh, can’t blame me for tryin’ though, right? I do like this look you have goin’ on though, it’s sexy.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Billy parked the car and the two of you made your way inside the restaurant where everyone was waiting for you. Frank’s kids took one look in your direction, got up from their seats and charged at Billy. “UNCLE BILLY!!!!” They had the look of pure joy on their face when they rushed over to hug him, and after they hugged him, they grabbed onto you to give you a hug also.

“Hey y/n! We’re going to beat Uncle Billy and Dad’s teams right?!” Frank Jr. asked wide eyed and animated.

Frank’s daughter Lisa, looked at her brother, rolled her eyes, and told him. “Uncle Billy and I are going to win, Junior.”

Billy adored Frank’s children. “Alright, alright let’s eat so we can go play ok?” Billy said to the kids and ushered them back towards their seats.

As you walked over towards the group, you overheard Ginger say “I just don’t understand why we have to be stuck with Sasquatch over here, no offense Chris but you stick out like a sore thumb and you’re an easy target is all I’m sayin’.”

All Frank could do was roll his eyes. “Does anyone want to change teams? And can we talk about how Ginger made herself team Captain?” He leaned back in his chair with his arms extended out to the sides.

“I have the patch, Frank. I get to be Captain.” Ginger made sure everyone saw her patch.

“You have the patch that you sewed on YOURSELF!! And where did you get that outfit anyway?” He asked.

Ginger loved messing with Frank. “Don’t worry about it.” She said.

You chimed in. “She made it, Frank.”

“Of course she did.” He said with a furrowed brow.

Following lunch, the group made their way to the laser tag arena. It was quite a large facility, you took one look inside and saw all the obstacles, barriers, and flashing lights that were all over the place, this was going to be a lot of fun.

After a couple of employees explained the rules, they led you into the room that held all the vests and “guns.” There was an upstairs area as well as the main floor and the object of the game was to knock players out of the game by hitting all of their sensors. Last team/person standing, wins.

There were sensors on the front of the vest, the back of the vest and one on the gun itself. After a person is hit, their gun is temporarily disabled and will not fire so others have a chance to hit more sensors and/or knock them out of the game.

Aside from a few black lights, the rooms had all the lights turned off so after putting your vest on and helping Frank Jr. with his, you took a walk through the rooms so your eyes had time to adjust to the darkness, the lights on your vest provided a small amount of light when you moved from room to room.

After walking around in the darkness for a couple of minutes, you heard someone call out your name, it was Ginger. “Soooooo they just told me I can’t use my night vision goggles, what’s next? Are they gonna tell me I can’t do a barrel roll?!”

Frank just shook his head. “No barrel rolls, Ginger! We’re trying to win this, yeah?! And how did you get night vision goggles?!” He looked exasperated already, but it just made you laugh harder.

“Your team rules are like prison Frank, ya know that?!!!” Ginger yelled back and giggled. It brought her such joy to harass Frank, it’s probably why she suggested that Billy ask him to come along.

Frank Jr. was wondering why everyone on your team was shorter, you told him it’s a good thing that everyone on the team is shorter, it’s easier to hit a taller target than a shorter one. “So let’s try to take Chris out of the game first, he’s the tallest one here. You ready, kiddo?” Junior nodded in agreement and gave you a hi-five.

Each team started in a different area, your team carefully made their way to other parts of the arena to search for members of the opposite teams, making sure not to bunch together. There were different objects for you to hide behind or take cover behind like, barrels, make shift walls, piles of sand bags.

Starting upstairs, you made sure to remind Frank Jr. to check around corners before moving out, Billy’s military training advice to you, paid off. His sister came rushing around the corner and Junior took out two of her sensors before taking off running and laughing maniacally, leaving Lisa there unable to fire her weapon back at him. “I’m gonna get you, Junior!!!”

You always knew when Ginger and Frank were nearby because they did nothing but argue with each other, Frank would try and get away from her but she would just follow him, mostly just to get on his last nerve. “Ginger, don’t make me take out my own teammate. Or maybe I’ll just take myself out so I don’t have to deal with you anymore, yeah?”

It was so amusing to watch the two of them interact, you didn’t want to give away where you were so you tried very hard not to laugh out loud at their banter.

One thing you knew about Billy was he was very light on his feet, you never heard him coming. It’s how he managed to sneak up behind you and scare you at least once a week when you were cooking dinner or folding laundry. He was stealthy like a cat, planned out his attacks very carefully and he’d laugh every time he got a jump scare out of you.

So you weren’t surprised when you watched him from upstairs, sneak up behind Frank and Ginger and knock out one sensor each on their backs and disappear just as quickly as he appeared.

Phil and Junior found Chris and knocked out all of his sensors all at one time. He tried to hide but he was so tall, he didn’t fit behind anything or couldn’t crouch down low enough to get out of the way of the lasers. He ended up being the first one knocked completely out of the game, so now there were eight players left.

As you cautiously and quietly watched from your perch, you heard a lot of commotion coming from downstairs. Sensors going off left and right, while keeping a close eye on Billy, his silhouette gliding in between obstacles, as he tried to avoid getting hit.

He moved along the bottom of the stairs, pointing his gun up to check for the “enemy” and you observed him start to climb the stairs so you hid behind some stacked barrels. You’d have your chance to stun him when he moved forward to observe what was going on below him.

“You up here, sweet girl? I swept the entire first floor, you have to be around somewhere.” He murmured.

Billy was smart, even though he thought he might be alone, he still kept his weapon close to his chest. You’d have to make these shots count.

He walked out slowly towards the railing and you had a clear shot of the sensor on his gun so you took it. Got him. “Gotcha, handsome!”

With a shocked look on his face, Billy watched you walk around the barrel barrier and over to him, he couldn’t fire his weapon in retaliation for a full 30 seconds. “Oh look at that, I’m winning.” You chuckled and gently brushed his beard with your fingers.

The competitive fire in Billy’s eyes was burning bright, he couldn’t believe you got the drop on him. He hated to lose and would not take it easy on you once he was free to fire his weapon again. “That’s only one, baby. Only one. Care to make a friendly wager?” He couldn’t resist.

And you couldn’t help yourself either, you were on a high from landing your first shot so you grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, quickly let go, and started to back away before he could draw you in close. “If I win, you have to buy me something pretty.”

“And what about when I win, beautiful?” He smirked and wiped the sweat off of his brow.

You pondered for a split second. “You still have to buy me something pretty but I’ll take you to dinner…and I won’t wear any underwear. How’s that?”

Billy lowered his weapon because he couldn’t contain his smile. It took over his entire face and he started to blush. “You got yourself a deal, love. Shake on it?”

You weren’t that stupid, his stun time was almost up and you had to get downstairs quickly. “Oh no, no my love—you’re going to have earn the shots you take at me, no freebies.” Before heading down the stairs, you took one more shot and hit one of the sensors on his chest, you were going to need all the help you could get.

“DAD!!!!” Lisa yelled after her father shot out her last sensor.

Frank was having a blast with his kids. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you know I can’t let you win.”

“Real nice, Frankie. Taking out your own daughter like that.” Billy’s voiced echoed from up above.

Frank pointed his laser up towards Billy and replied. “Yeah and I’m gonna take out my son too, as soon as I can find him! Hey why don’t you come out to where I can see you, Bill?!”

Lisa had hit one of the targets on your chest before Frank hit her last one so you hid behind a pile of sandbags while the stun wore off and Joe had fired the final shot to knock Phil out of the game.

Six players left.

Frank Jr’s strategy, despite what you told him to do, was basically to just run around and see if he could hit any targets which worked well for him until it didn’t. Billy, Frank and Ginger all took shots at Junior as he ran back and forth.

And he continued to run around even after Ginger nailed his last sensor. “You’re out, Junior!! Don’t make me tell your dad!!” She yelled at him as he hurried past her and the announcement over the loud speaker stated that everyone left had one live sensor left except you had two left. And you were the only one left on your team so you knew everyone was coming for you.

Billy wasn’t the only one who could be light on his feet, you managed to sneak up behind Joe and took out his last one so now Billy was the only one left on his team.

“Ginger, what are you doing? It’s two against two, y/n and Bill are the only ones left on their teams, we can win this! I said no barrel rolls!” Frank yelled in typical Frank fashion as Ginger tried to roll from one barrier to another but Billy shot her last sensor on her gun.

“I’m hit!!” She extended her hand to try and get Frank to grab her and pull her to the side and in dramatic fashion yelled “Leave no man behind, Frank! Take my hand!”

Frank crouched down next to Ginger and angrily stated “Great! Now I have to do this by myself.” And no sooner had he said that, Billy knocked out Frank’s last sensor on his lower left side.

“You’re done, Frankie.” Billy laughed, and Frank just threw his hands up in defeat.

You could hear Frank and Ginger arguing with each other all the way back to the holding room.

“If you just stuck to the plan like I told you, we could have won, Ginger.” Frank grumbled.

Of course Ginger had a reply at the ready. “Yeah but how cool did I look when I did my barrel roll? You think anyone got that on video? I’m gonna ask.”

Now that it was down to just you and Billy, you had to figure out how you were going to win this. Outsmarting your boyfriend in combat was going to be difficult, this is what Billy does best.

And during Ginger’s dramatic performance roll, she did manage to hit the sensor on your back as you were running away from her, so you were down to one now also and you needed to get to higher ground before he did.

“You still alive, baby?!” That line from Mr. and Mrs. Smith always made you smile, you shouted it in Billy’s direction and most likely gave away your position, as you headed for the stairs, not knowing that Billy had already made it to the top without you noticing.

You kept your gun close to your vest, the last live sensor was the one on your upper left side so you wanted to keep that one hidden. Stopping at the foot of the steps, you pointed your gun up towards the top and you heard and saw a few laser shots fired down at you and then you heard his voice.

“Come on up, beautiful. I’m waiting.” You could tell he had a sly grin on his face when he said that.

There was another staircase that led to the upstairs on the other side of the arena and maybe since your live sensor was on the front of your vest, you’d be able to get there without getting hit but you wanted to finish this now so with your gun at the ready, you started to climb the stairs. When you made it to the top, Billy was standing in the middle of the area with his gun resting on the ground.

You stared at him with a very puzzled look on your face. “What are you doing, Billy? Why is your gun on the ground?” You took notice of his lone sensor, it was opposite yours on his upper right side. The guns are tethered to the vests so it was just resting on the ground next to him.

“I thought we could settle this duel style, baby girl.” He licked his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this and his cockiness was showing. “Put it down.” He said in a stern, low whisper.

Everyone in the other room watched on the monitors as the two of you stood across from each other. “What are they doing? Why doesn’t she just take him out, he’s unarmed.” Ginger said while pointing at the screens.

“Bill wants to settle this with a duel, it looks like.” Frank said with a little laugh. “He’s fast, but I’ve seen her shoot, she’s quick on the draw too.” He was curious and folded his hands in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

You placed your weapon next to your right foot, Billy studied your glowing white sensor, narrowing his dark chocolate like eyes at you and you knew he was trying to get in your head. “You think you can beat me, baby?” He slowly ran his tongue over his teeth and crossed his arms across his chest.

The smile that spread across your face was hard to control, the heat within your body caused you to blush, and you hated the way he was looking at you but loved it at the same time. This was turning you on and he knew it.

Back in the other room, Frank asked his kids “Who do you think is gonna win?”

Lisa was the first to answer. “Uncle Billy is gonna win.”

“Nah, y/n will win. What do you think Dad?” Junior asked.

“I wanna see y/n win. Your Uncle Billy is too cocky for his own good.” Frank said with a slight smirk.

“What are they waiting for? I’m ready for happy hour!!” Ginger remarked.

“Your call, handsome.” With a smirk on your face, you narrowed your eyes to match his. “Hands up, so it’s fair.” Billy raised his hands to mimic yours.

“We’ll go on three. Ready?” Billy asked.

You nodded and then waited.

Billy counted off. “One…two…three.”

After the word “three,” you each pulled the gun up by the tether, pointed it at each other’s chest and pulled the trigger. His sensor went dark, but so did yours and you weren’t sure who won.

The arena lights turned on and you both shrugged your shoulders. “Who won?” You asked him. “I saw your light go off.” You extended your arm and pointed at him.

“And I saw YOUR light go off. Maybe we have to look at a replay but I think I won.” Billy said with confidence.

“Oh are you that sure of yourself, Mr. Russo? Let’s go find out.” You said as you raced over to the stairs with Billy hot on your heels.

After turning in your gun and your vest, the two of you went into the holding room where everyone else was. Half of them said you won and the other half said Billy did, but you were anxiously waiting for someone to come in with the official results.

“Well, we checked out the footage, it looks like…the two of you hit each other’s target at the exact same time.”

Everyone groaned and demanded to see the footage so they played it and after analyzing it for a good ten minutes, there really was no doubt that both sensors went dark at the exact same time.

Frank’s booming voice yelled over everyone. “Alright, alright, let’s go get a beer and Shirley temple’s for the kids, yeah?!”

They all followed Frank out of the room while you and Billy stayed back for a minute, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head. You had your eyes closed as you rested your head against his chest.

“Looks like you get to pick out something pretty.” Billy smiled against the top of your head. “This was a lot of fun. You are definitely a good shot, beautiful.”

Pulling away from Billy slightly, you extended your arms to lightly stroke his beard with your thumbs. “Well, I did have a pretty good teacher.” He had that smug look on his face again. “And it looks like you get to have a nice dinner…on me.”

He leaned forward to look into your eyes. “And?”

You rolled your eyes. “Aaaaaand…I won’t wear any underwear to dinner. Anything else?”

“Kiss me.” He growled with a purr against your ear.

You didn’t hesitate at Billy’s command, looking up at him through your long lashes, you pulled his face back towards yours and delicately pressed your lips against his. He tasted like salt and peppermint.

His hands moved from your waist to cup your face and he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours but you pulled away before he could lay you down on the couch that was in front of you. You’d definitely be banned from laser tag forever if things had continued. And even though your hair was a mess and you had been sweating from all the running around, Billy still looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Come on, handsome. Everyone’s waiting.” You kissed him on the cheek.

Billy laced his fingers with yours and led you out of the room, everyone else was waiting at the entrance.

“Where have you two been?” Ginger asked. “Ohhhhhh, I know what you were doing.” She gave the two of you a wink. “ANYWAY!! I already have ideas for our next group outing. Karaoke sounds fun doesn’t it, Frank?!”

She knew she hit a nerve, you could almost see Frank having flashbacks to your birthday party where Ginger entertained the guests with her singing “skills.”

“Absolutely not, Ginger! Nope, not gonna happen.” Frank started to walk ahead of everyone else.

“What about Go-Karts?! We can get racing outfits.” She chased after him.

“No, Ginger.”

“A trampoline park!”

“No.”

“Ok, but seriously we need to talk about my barrel roll. It must have looked really cool, right? They caught it on video and sent it to me, wanna see?!” She asked excitedly.

“We wanna see!!” Frank’s kids said in unison.

“Stop encouraging her!” Frank said with a slight smile. You could tell he had a really good time despite playfully arguing with Ginger. He glanced back at you and Billy, mostly looking at how happy Billy was.

For a long time, he didn’t know Billy was even capable of being that happy and that was all because of you. He thought about how much his kids love their uncle Billy. And with a smirk on his face, his final thought before turning around was maybe sometime in the not so distant future, he would get to be called “Uncle Frankie.”

Frank let out a deep breath and even though he may regret what he was about to ask, he asked anyway. “Alright Ginger, tell me more about these Go-Karts.”

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whentherewerebicycles · 9 months

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morning with the pups. I have a headache from crying but I bought myself a small treat (orange scone from panera) and managed to get some good work done this morning. I will be honest I feel Bad still but am trying to ground myself so I don’t spiral off into the deep despair again.

here are five small positive things:

I am being actively befriended by this very gruff middle-aged women’s studies faculty member who was on my search committee. I thought she hated me for the entire Zoom interview and the first seven hours of the campus visit but then in the last hour of the visit it suddenly became apparent that she liked me a great deal and just has a very brusque no-nonsense demeanor. we have been emailing back and forth all morning about this faculty pedagogy fellowship she’s leading and I think we are going to co-teach a couple workshops together. also we’re going to start going on walks together because we live so close. it’s nice to be befriended! and it’s nice to think about work as a place where I could build more friendships, especially with people who are there for the long haul.

my best friend lives so close to me now 😭 it was nice to break up the crying jags last night by going over to see her.

I’m genuinely excited to be an aunt. there is a lot of pain around it too and it is going to take some time to work through that but it will be so nice to have a baby in the family. also I am requesting nicely of the universe that if my brother & sister-in-law MUST have a baby before I do, please let the baby to be born on my birthday so we will have a special aunt/niece or nephew bond forever. I do not think this is too much to ask. ugh my heart hurts a lot but I am being brave about it.

last year I wrote a long letter of rec for my old boss/beloved grad advisor for this major mentoring and leadership award she was up for. she won the award and I guess they sent her the file with the letters attached. anyway she sent me a box of woolf & vita sackville-west books, a beautiful handmade glass vase, and a long letter where she said my rec letter made her cry and cry. it was really nice to hear from her—she’s been dealing with really scary long covid health issues since early 2020 and there was a period of time where she was in and out of the hospital so often with such serious issues I thought she might die. she is doing better now though and she says she’s retiring this year, which will be a huge loss to the university but I hope good for her. idk I was happy to hear from her and it was nice to get a surprise package of books (with more on the way, apparently).

oh friends. to quote that tumblr meme from the other day, they should invent a way out that isn’t through. I just don’t want to do the soul-work of trying to break down this grief and metabolize it and integrate it into my sense of self all over again. I’m just sad, you know? I’m sad and I’m tired of feeling sad, I want to feel otherwise, but it’s exhausting to think about clawing my way through these feelings again. I want to be on the other side of this experience and I thought I was there but I see now that I’m not, or maybe that the grief and painful agonizing uncertainty about future losses is going to keep surging back every time something reopens the wound. I feel like I’ve spent the past seven weeks swimming so hard for shore, and I’d finally managed to haul my exhausted self up onto the beach only for a massive tidal wave to crash down over me and pull me back out to sea. and I know it is just the start. liz will be pregnant soon and my SIL will have the baby and people in my social circles will continue to post their pregnancy announcements online and ugh. ugh. I just have this hugely selfish wish that everyone would hold off for like six more months so I could crawl a little further inland before the next wave hits. this is not a positive thing from the day but I can’t quite wrangle myself into feeling gratitude for all the good things in my life today. I think I’m just going to be treading water for a while.

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ereardon · 8 months

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Your top 5 dialogue quotes from anything you’ve written.

Or your top 5 of what was hardest to write in anything you’ve written.

Orrrrr top 5 cocktails 🍹

Omg this is too hard I want to do them all lol. I'll start with dialogue! I'll break this out by character:

Bradley Bradshaw fics

From Ch. 7 of Come Back:

“I wish you would have told me,” he said softly. “I wish I would have known. I would have been there, Maggie, no matter what had happened with us. Fuck, I am never going to forgive myself for not being there for you.”

It was the most genuine thing he had ever said to you.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” The anguish in his voice made you want to curl up and hide.

“You walked out of my life, Bradley,” you said, standing up. “You made your choice and forced me to live with it. Why would I go back to the man who broke my heart to tell him I lost the baby we were never supposed to have?”

Jake Seresin fics

From Ch. 4 of As It Was:

He brushed past you and jogged down the steps. “Bradley!” you shouted. “Baby, please. Don’t take this the wrong way.”

Bradley looked up and shook his head. “Without even realizing it, you’re choosing him. You two are the same, you know. It’s going to get you in trouble one day.”

He climbed into the truck and peeled off, and you were left standing on the porch, watching him drive away.

“Abby.” You whipped around to see Jake standing at the door.

You walked over and he reached out to cup your cheek with his palm. Looking up at him, you said, “Is he right? Do we choose each other over other people? Are we doomed?” You laughed, but Jake was still. He had shifted so one hand was pressed above your head against the door frame as you leaned back against the white wood.

“Diana said the same thing to me the other night,” he replied softly. “And the truth is, Bubs. If it came down to it, yes. I’d choose you.”

From Ch. 22 of The Off-Season:

“Why are you here?” You turned to him with heated eyes. You were doing this now.

“You asked me last night on the phone if I was happy,” he whispered. “The truth is, I wasn’t. All I knew was that the only way I would be happy is if I was with you.”

“So you got on a plane and flew to Boston? On Christmas Day.”

“Yeah.”

You shook your head. “God, you’re stupid.”

“Maybe.” He crossed the room to where you were standing and put his hands on either side of your face, thumbs pressed softly against your cheeks. “Maybe I am stupid. Because only a stupid fucking person falls in love with their friend’s sister.”

From Ch. 16 of My Girl:

You stepped forward onto the porch, out from the rain. “I quit my job. It was the only thing keeping me from you and nothing is worth that.” Your voice trembled, and you were almost scared to make eye contact with Jake, choosing instead to keep your eyes trained on his broad chest. “I love you, Jake. You were right, I was afraid. I made all the wrong decisions. I thought I was saving you from myself. That by taking myself out of the equation I was making things easier for you, and Ellie.” You shook your head, wet strands of hair slapping your neck. “But I was wrong. You’re still it for me. You both are. If you’ll take me back.”

Jake reached out, one hand brushing over your face. You couldn’t read his facial expression. There was something hard in his gaze. “Natalie,” he finally murmured after a moment, his voice thick, shaking his head, confirming your worst nightmare.

You knew that tone. You pushed away from him, out of the shelter of the porch roof, back out on the foot path and into the rain. Let the rain run down your face as the tears spilled from behind your eyes and you bent in half, hands on your knees, gulping for air, trying desperately to hold on but it felt like everything was slippery and any moment you might tumble to the ground and never be able to get back up. “I’m sorry,” you cried through the tears, throat hoarse and cracked. “I’ll leave. I was wrong to come back. You’re mad at me and you don’t trust me and God, I’m so fucking stupid. I’ll go, Jake. I’m sorry.”

As you turned to go, Jake reached out, his strong arms pulling you out of the rain. You thrashed against him.

“Let me go!” you shouted, pushing him until the both of you were standing under the downpour, his eyes burning into yours. “Just let me leave! Pretend I never came back. And you can go on living your life perfectly content without me.”

“Natalie,” Jake said and his voice was sharp. It stopped you in your tracks from where you had been fighting against him. “There is no life without you. I was nothing when you left. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I could barely function.” He stopped, his hands warm on your arms. “Natalie, I have spent every single day for the last three months without you in agony. Say the word and I’m yours. I said it once and I’ll say it again: you can come home any time you want. We’re your home, honey. Me and Ellie. If you’ll have us.”

Bob Floyd fics:

From Ch. 15 of Friends Don't:

“Bobby?” you murmured, groggy.

He smiled. “Let me put her down, OK?”

You nodded, following him slowly to the hallway, watching as he laid Sarah down in her crib. He stripped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, wrapping you up in his arms, your head tipped back against his chest, eyes fluttering closed. “Did you have a nice time?” you asked.

Bob kissed the top of your head. “Yeah. But I couldn’t get home fast enough,” he whispered. “Needed to see my girls.”

“We were here waiting for you.” You pulled his arms around you tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. Somehow, everything felt right. This is how it was always supposed to be. “We’ll always be waiting for you, Bobby,” you whispered.

#top 5 game #jake seresin fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bob floyd fanfiction

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therubyreader · 7 months

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My Review of Foul Heart Huntsman by Chloe Gong

See a full list of my book reviews here

*Disclaimer: there will be spoilers later on in the review*

Review Word Count, non-spoiler: 697 Review Word Count Total: 1,480

After a year of waiting, we finally got the sequel to Foul Lady Fortune, and of course I need to scream about it in a long form way even though I’ve been screaming about it all week through various posts. I preordered the book on Apple Books (not sponsored), so I got it at exactly 12:00 a.m. EDT and I read it in a little over day because I have no self-control. Did it cause me to get behind in work? Yes, but that’s neither here nor there.

Moving on! Foul Heart Huntsman picks back up after the plot twisty events of Foul Lady Fortune with Rosalind dealing with not only her identity as the nationalist spy Fortune being exposed and Orion’s absence after he was captured by his mother and his memories wiped. She grapples with how to get him back after her identity is exposed, a task that is near impossible, but under the guise of a national tour meant to inspire unity in the countryside, she manages to make it out of Shanghai to try and find Orion. But when the tour goes wrong, she must rely on old adversaries to save Orion and all of China from his mother’s chemical invention and potential foreign invasion.

I will admit I am a little (or maybe a lot) biased since the entire Secret Shanghai series has become one of my favorites in this last year, especially the Foul Lady Fortune duology, so my thoughts on this book are mostly positive. I love Chloe Gong’s writing style so much so that I, someone that doesn’t highlight or annotate books, started highlighting my favorite quotes. There were tons of truly poetic lines in the book as well as its fair share of humor and just strong emotions in general. I was honestly amazed as to how one person could capture so many distinct genres in one book so beautifully and also tell such a compelling story at the same time.

One of my favorite parts of this book was that despite Rosalind being the main character we get to see story arcs for pretty much every other relevant character, they all change in different ways during the events of the book which was super entertaining to read. Without spoiling anything I will say Pheobe’s arcs was one of my favorites as she grows up quite a bit throughout the course of the book and it probably near the top of the list when it comes to trauma and internal issues resolved.

My main complaint with this book is just how quickly we jump from one plot point to another. I understand it was something that had to happen as there was a lot to cover but not enough material for a third book, which I’m grateful that isn’t the direction that Chloe took us, but it still was a bit intense. There were multiple times I had to just put down the book since I got overwhelmed with the sheer number of things happening at once, but I would rather have this than a drawn-out book just to create a third one. Because of this there were multiple points in the book where things were too coincidental, and I get that this has to happen to a certain extent in fiction, but it did feel like it was happening a lot just to advance the plot quicker.

Despite that I had a great time reading the book and it was a beautiful conclusion to one of my favorite series of all time. I will let you all know that we had the happy ending we were promised, and it was honestly much better than I could’ve ever imagined, which I will scream about in the spoiler section. I really couldn’t have asked for a better conclusion to this series, I was screaming and crying for various reasons throughout my entire read through and was very emotional about the whole thing for at least two days afterwards. I’d give this book an “I cried about it for days but in a good way” out of ten and really recommend you all go read it if you haven’t already.

Spoilers Below!!

As per usual I have a lot of thoughts, but because I have been very emotional about this book over the course of the past week (please scroll through my Foul Heart Huntsman tag if you want to see more nonsense) so I’m going to try and talk about new and cool things.

First I just want to expand a little on the whole “things were too coincidental” point I made earlier. The one thing I have more of a gripe about, the rest I’ll excuse since they can be played off, but when Orion was dying, and Rosalind just so happened to take him to Lourens’ lab, and he just was there. I mean I guess you can say he wanted to see his lab one last time or whatever which is why he left Roma and Juliette’s house, but it just felt a little too plot convenient for me. I mean, I’m glad everything worked out for them, but the everything surrounding it just rubbed me the wrong way. Just a minor complaint but I’ll get over it.

I already had my cry about Roma and Juliette being reunited with Alisa and Rosalind, which was a great moment for me, but seeing the whole gang back together (including Celia, Marshall, and Benedikt) plus Orion was one of my favorite parts of the whole series, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Another thing that made me feel all warm and fuzzy was just all the couples. We finally saw Oliver and Celia get together, Rosalind and Orion reunion, Pheobe and Silas! I think I was most emotional about Pheobe and Silas’ kiss scene; it tore me apart just as much as Celia and Oliver’s first kiss but for some reason Pheobe and Silas hit.

Another thing that really tore me up was how much Rosalind and Orion love each other. Despite the fact that Orion lost his memories he still loved Rosalind and while she had a bit of a struggle since he wasn’t her Orion, she still loved him a lot. They have one of my favorite couple dynamics, I love how Orion is just a giant sap and Rosalind isn’t having any of it but is secretly loving it. Also, just how they gave up their abilities and became normal people for each other was so touching. Rosalind had accepted her fate that she was going to live like that for the rest of her life, and then eventually die from it after Lourens told her that the serum he used was unstable, but the way Orion was literally dying and chose to save her. Like Rosalind said, she had wanted someone to choose her, and Orion did, he was willing to die for her and I’m getting emotional typing this. Maybe I cried when he proposed in the epilogue, who knows.

I also need to talk about the exclusive Barnes and Noble epilogue (there are links to read it in the notes of this post I made if you haven’t read it already). I need to scream about Roma and Juliette having a whole entire child, I cried a little when Rosalind showed Orion the little card in the first epilogue and cried even more when we were introduced to Katherina. Another thing that made me cry was just how Pheobe and Silas were together and in love and happy and when she asked him for a kiss, tears. Of course, Oliver and Celia being married made me so beyond happy, I love that for them so much. The whole wedding also made me cry because Rosalind and Orion are in love and of course there was an incident at their wedding because that’s the kind of people they are and the daffodils and the amount of love they have for each other. The whole thing was so sweet I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better ending for the series and if I think about it too hard, I’ll cry again.

I’m going to keep this ending in my brain and not think about how like four years later China gets invaded by Japan and all of World War II, Chloe mentioned this in her authors note and now I won’t stop thinking about it. Everyone survives the war and they’re all happy, that’s cannon, I said it, I make the rules. Anyways I was, and will continue to be, super emotional about this book until the end of time. I encourage you all to please come into my inbox to scream about literally anything in this book, I love talking about it and will continue to talk about it forever so please join me!

#foul heart huntsman #foul lady fortune #secret shanghai #these violent delights #our violent ends #chloe gong

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hello! 💕

hi! wow i’m so!! excited to be here, this muse has been eating my brain for a long time but i finally have the time and energy to actually apply, so here we are now 💓 i’ll be getting back to any messages asap, but i figure i should introduce myself properly here too. i’m carly! (she/her, 25) and i’ve been in krp forever so i’m sure i know some of you already, so if you think we’ve met before feel free to say hi to me i’d be happy to catch up 😊 regardless, i’m really excited to get to know everyone and their muses, and to get writing, so please like this post if you’d like to plot and i will run into your arms. i tend to plot best through tumblr ims actually, but i’m also @YURlLECLERC on twitter so feel free to follow me there even if u just want to chat or witness my unhinged ramblings.

onto joomi now, aka guy whose quote on his app should’ve been “stop it. get some help.” he has an about page here, which has just about all the info you could want to know about him, but i’ll ramble about him some and try my hand at some plot ideas under the cut too! even though it’ll be repetitive if u look at the about page it’ll be fun

u see that gif icon? yeah that’s joomi like. 1% of the time. i don’t actually know how he settled on jeongin as his face bc he’s not nearly as cute and happy but it be like that sometimes. maybe one day

he’s an ‘02 liner, but early ‘02 (january 9th) and he’s very mature for his age

( ABUSE TW ) mainly bc he has been through a lot, namely just...a cycle of abuse. his mom had/has a lot of issues and got divorced and married three different times so far, to a shitty man each time, who were all abusive in their own ways (aside from one who was just a Regular Old Asshole)

he was also in an abusive relationship himself unfortunately ( END TW )

he managed to escape the toxic wasteland of his life in busan to seoul last year when he got into snu

except he didn’t actually go to snu, he lied to everyone, broke up with his boyfriend, moved, and decided he was too much of a fucking mess and that he needed to work on himself first or else he was just going to absolutely crumble

so he started picking up a bunch of part time jobs + his occasional allowance from his family (who was never poor, luckily) and started going to therapy

he works as a waiter and at lotte world and then kinda makes money doing other random jobs. namely ghostwriting things for people (essays, mainly)

but he also ghostwrites music for his band that he’s been in for several months now. their lead singer is an asshole and attention whore and joomi just wants to write from his heart and would feel too vulnerable if people knew He wrote the songs, so he lets their lead singer claim the songs he writes. the lead singer also Named the band so yes, the band is named eat schmidt, no, joomi doesn’t know who schmidt is quit asking please

joomi fell back on music a lot as he grew up. he can play guitar and is really good at piano and can pick things up pretty fast. he plays keyboard in the band right now but is confident that he could fill in anywhere (and he wants to be the lead vocalist tbh...but that’s just a distant dream. don’t worry joomi i will give you your band frontman arc.)

honestly i started this intro last night and am picking it up now tonight and i have no memory whatsoever of what i wanted to write but ok

personality-wise, he’s not exactly Prickly, but he is pretty stoic and tends to keep to himself. he’s good at holding conversation tho, especially if it’s about weird deep philosophical shit (best of luck to me writing it) and actually a very caring guy tho he’s Also a tsundere LMAO very sarcastic, but also very wise and pretty good at giving advice. he Likes listening to people and when people open up to him but he tends to offer a lot of unsolicited advice so he may not be the Best listener he would be very upset if he knew this though.

he’s also kinda a bullshit detector, good at seeing through people and kinda cutting to their core (just scorpio moon things) so he Will call people out. all the time. if you’re hurting yourself or other people, that is; if you’re hurting him he usually just takes it and is like ok whatever. he’s working on that in therapy tho so this might change soon enough

tl;dr Band Boy That Is Tired

PLOT IDEAS

fans of eat schmidt. people that hate eat schmidt. generally just people from the band scene. joomi is not that proud to be part of this band but he does love rock music so he also kind of lives for it. he should be able to bond w anyone that vibes w this

also band members would be fun? i Do have intentions to make joomi the lead vocalist of the band in the future if all works out and guitar may be spoken for depending on how things go but!! anyone else!

coworkers! the lotte world job is probably oddly specific but the waiter job is pretty open to be Any restaurant. he will also write y’all’s essays...and can be convinced to do a lot of other odd jobs if bribed, especially if it’s taking care of your cats while you’re away

i would like as many people for joomi to call out as possible. he is not afraid of conflict for the greater good whatsoever so i think it would be so fun to have him fight people <3 feel free to hate him he Does Not Care

alternatively he doesn’t just fight people to be an asshole he Means to be genuinely helping. most of the time. so people he can genuinely help! he will stage interventions he will give u tough love but he also is capable of being gentle, he’s pretty good at tailoring how he acts to what he thinks people need. to some extent

i don’t know how to get joomi to learn how to do anything other than sing and play instruments but if someone can get him interested in that that would be amazing i think he’s currently the most useless muse in the roleplay as far as becoming an idol goes LMAO

he’s totally uninterested in becoming an idol atm, like it’s not even on his radar, so people to put it on his radar would be nice since this is an idol rp SDFSDDGDG not that i would be mad if he doesn’t get signed for years but! u know

neighbors? he has a roommate rn but he’s an asshole and they fight all the time. it may be concerning or u may just want them to shut up or maybe u have no clue and u just see each other around a lot, lots of options here. he will eventually move out but for now 👍

joomi loves writing songs sm that is pretty much his Passion so?? i don’t have ideas related to this but maybe you need a song for something and don’t want to make it yourself? he will ghostwrite u a song and have a blast. fellow composer friends would be fun too but he might get grumpy if he thinks your muse is a better composer than him. that could be fun in itself tho!

honestly this is way more than i usually provide i am way more of a brainstormer so let’s cook up something fun ok <3

#–– ooc #be:intro #be:plotcall #i think i can use those tags

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therexasher · 9 days

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Price of Fame PT2

I make my way to a nearby bar, I really need to get my mind off of things. I push past the doors, still wearing my usual suit, I probably should’ve changed, but, honestly, I don’t care. I sit down at the bar stool, resting my arms on the counter, my head resting slightly on them, the bartender, Jimmy, I’ve known him for a while,

“Hey Ash, the usual?”

“Yeah…” I whisper, my voice so low, I start to think he didn’t hear me, Jimmy knows how I am, after a few shots, I’m back to normal.

“Rough night?” He says with a small smile, the corners of my mouth curve, but not quite to a smile, I can’t stop thinking about my partner. What can I do to make him like me more? Probably nothing. Maybe I will never know. Maybe it’s best this way. Yeah, maybe. I take the shot Jimmy hands me, downing it in an instant.

“Another please.”

“Alright, but you know your bar tab isn’t going to be happy.” Jimmy says with a quirky tone as he pours my drink, he’s always like this when he knows I’m down in the dumps. I take the other shot, not feeling any better than before.

My mind wonders to my partner, what the hell I ever do to him? Why is he so rude to me? Before I know it, I’m crying, crying over a guy I don’t even know, who doesn’t even want to know me. But for some reason, it hurts like hell, but why? This feels so weird, but I can’t stop my tears, they keep coming, flowing down my cheeks, onto the bar counter, I can’t take this. I don’t need a drink anymore. I need an escape. I stand up and leave the bar, practically running. I jog to a nearby alleyway, placing my hands on my knees, letting out a choking sob, my vision blurry from tears, I slowly stand, breathing sharply, I then feel something tap my shoulder, I whip myself around, only to see my partner, I quickly wipe my tears away, not wanting to show any weakness to this guy.

“You don’t have to hide the fact that you were crying, I couldn’t care less,” He crosses his arms, slowly pacing back and forth, “boss called me in, said he had a mission for us.”

“What ever happened to never wanting to be partners?” I quote him with my fingers, sniffling as I do so, gosh I’m a mess right now.

“As much as I don’t want to, I have no other choice. This doesn’t make us-“

“Doesn’t make us friends, yeah, got the message already. You can stop repeating yourself now.” I push past him, but he grabs my arm tightly, I turn back around, seeing his face, it’s dark, but I can see his face from the light of the moon, that face, the same one I’d seen on the rooftop. The same one my heart captivated.

“Let go.”

“No. I have a feeling there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“You don’t know anything! Let me go!” He lets me go, now I feel empty, what do I do or say? I hold onto the wrist he once had ahold on. It stings, but not too bad, it’s manageable,

“I’m going to go to bosses office right now. Figure out some more information about the mission.”

“Do what you want. I sure as hell ain’t stopping you.” He begins to walk away,

“Why did you find me? If you really hate me so much, why look for me?” I yell, loud enough for the next person ahead of him to hear, again, his back is to me, but he turns only his head,

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He walks away, this time faster, so I don’t have time to respond, he cared? But why? This doesn’t make sense. Better talk to boss, and soon. Something tells me I’m not going to like this talk.

Better brace yourself, Ash. I think to myself, I take a deep breath and start my way back to base, with a determined expression on my face, I won’t let this guy tear me down. Not today, not the next day, not a week from now, a month from now, not ever. I’m my own person, I’ll do what I need to do, with or without him, nothing will stop me. Nothing.

#michael jackson #king of pop #70s #80s #michael joseph jackson #writing #fanfic writing #fanifc #enjoy #call 911

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pepaldi · 1 year

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Hello there! How have you been? Hope everything’s well.

Thanks for taking the time to both read and answer my huge asks, I’m really glad to see you’re okay with it

I have, like, three other things I wished to ask, but I want to go over your story first…

No need to apologize. Ah, College. Sometimes I wish I had had that experience. I do hope you are enjoying your time and learning a lot

Oh I am, thank you! I hope you get the chance to do something similar some day, it’s quite stressful, but it’s all worth it!

I think my experience was a bit like yours in the beginning. Maybe not the whole fantasy as you say but beginning. When Harold re entered my life I started reading about him a lot. Interviews and articles. As I got to "know" him I also felt that guilt. I do think that love was a rather mix of Harold/Egon to be honest.

It’s impressive how easy it is to transition from loving Egon to loving Harold, it’s almost automatic, and the more you read about him, the more you want to know, the cycle never ends! (funny, I use the same quotes when I say that I “know” him😁). And this guilt, in my opinion, is totally justifiable, I once thought: “Who do I think I am for even thinking that I know him? I don’t have the right to say that, I don’t have the right to love him this much, I never met him.” I don’t know if these were your thoughts too, but either way it makes me so happy to know that we went through similar things, it brings me a lot of comfort.

I think, this is just my thoughts but I do think Harold would smile at you and tell you it's ok. He would not hold it against you. The man knew what a charmer he was.

Wow, this is so nice to hear! And I believe you’re right, a man like him would never judge or belittle me for doing the only thing a person could do upon meeting him — falling in love (whether platonically or not), and getting painfully attached😅

And you would be absolutely right. He would accept you and help you if he was able to. He would support you in any way he could.

It’s so reassuring to hear this from someone other than myself! Thank you for this, really. Just yesterday (May 9) I had a presentation in class and the second I started to feel nervous, I imagined Harold sitting there, smiling, encouraging me. I like to think he would follow me wherever I’d go and always hold my hand whenever I’d feel overwhelmed, and this thought always makes me smile and feel better, it’s amazing. It’s kinda like that for you too, isn’t it?

So now I feel very simillar as you. Even though I can gush over him being or rather that he was handsome, charming and swoon over him it is a more platonic. Love and admiration for the way he was. His personality, the way he took things as they came, they way he mentored and supported those around him, his love for family, friends and fans, him treating everyone as equals, quick mind and well, the whole package that was Harold Ramis.

It's great that we can do both! We can gush and swoon over Egon (or any of his other roles from the 80s) and also see him as a comfort figure, someone that is like a mentor, a friend, a person that inspires us to be better, to face life and see things in a different light. I used to compare myself to him in a very negative way, thinking how we were so different and how he was so much better than I’d ever be, I wanted to be like him, the whole amazing package that he was, but I felt so inferior… The more I loved Harold, the more I hated myself. It took me a while (and some therapy) to change this mindset, but I think I’m in a better, healthier place now when it comes to Harold.

As for the effect on other areas of my life? Hmm. Well, I have "met" and talked to other fans. I am creating some photo stuff. Quality varies but Harold would be happy to be an inspiration to people. I have written some Egon FF. (Cringe.) Bought some stuff. Got my tattoos.

Oh absolutely he would! He knew he inspired people all over the world, there’s no doubt he would love your work! And hey, same! I’ve written some Egon stuff too, for myself, for fun, and there’s nothing cringe about it! We are creative beings, just like Harold was!

And I’ll be honest: I think it’s so cool and so amazing that you have those tattoos, I’m almost jealous 🤩

I have had moments when I wish I knew what he would say to me. Mostly positive .. although .. ... There was a time my hubby got tired of me pointing out Harold facts or connections all over. Poor guy but honestly my husband is the most supportive man and I am blessed to have him.

He always had something positive to say, didn’t he? For me, it’s my mom, she’s the one who listens to me ramble about Harold sometimes, she likes it, but I think she gets tired sometimes too… And I agree, from what you’ve posted about your husband, it sounds like he’s the best! You deserve this blessing, I’m happy for you (and still hoping I’ll find mine)

Not sure if that was what you meant with you question.

Yes, absolutely! I asked because I know that everything, no matter how great it seems, has a negative side, but as long as we find balance, we can endure the bad and enjoy the good. I’m both satisfied and thankful for your honest answers, once again, sharing with you and learning from you puts a smile on my face.

Before I ask even more questions, let me just say that if you ever want to ask me something, anything, I’ll be more than happy to answer (and I hope it doesn’t bother you that I’m still on anon, I’m not quite ready to leave anonimity yet, but I’ll get there). So, here goes:

I remember you once said you weren’t able to read Violet’s book all the way through the end, but that was like, a year ago, so I was wondering, did you finish reading it? Either way, I’d love to hear your thoughts about it!

I mentioned that I imagine Harold with me whenever I feel bad, anxious, overwhelmed, this is my way of feeling comforted by him. Your way, from what I’ve seen, is talking to him. Do you remember the first time you talked to him? If yes, was it spontaneous or was it planned?

And lastly, are there any songs that remind you of Harold?

Oof, guess that’s it, enough ramble for one day! Hope to hear from you again soon, thanks again for your attention, and for being the coolest Ramis girl! 💗

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Hello there! How have you been? Hope everything’s well.

Hey, hey.

Last few days could have been better but eh, life is what it is. Hope things are well with you.

Thanks for taking the time to both read and answer my huge asks, I’m really glad to see you’re okay with it

De nada. I am a pretty open person and I do enjoy your asks.

While there are differences between them they are both endearing and easy to love. In a way we do know him. Through his own words, actions and the words of those who knew him for real. Of course his family and friends knew him better but we do know him. In a way. You have absolutely the right to love him. There are different kinds of love and Harold had so much of that in him for so many it is no wonder that so many love(d)s him back. Aww, glad it can bring you comfort.

(And you would be absolutely right. He would accept you and help you if he was able to. He would support you in any way he could.)

Oh, that means you sent this around the 10th .. no, 11th possibly. Anyway, I appologize for the wait .. again. That is such a sweet story. Really sweet. Presentations in class, hated those. Yeah, I like to think he is around when I need to talk or vent a bit to him. Or when i have a dark moment while being alone.

Absolutely! I like to think of him as an invisible friend.

I think we all do that in some way. Compare ourselves to those we admire. I get wanting to be like him in some ways. I wish I was as smart and laid back as he was. The way he learned new things and skills so easily. Seems like it anyways. Though having said that it, like you experienced, can go the other way too. Harold was human and had flaws like us all. He would probably point out other people who you should admire instead. I mean, I do not know but maybe.

Oh, honey. (Hope you do not mind. Tend to call people that or Sweetie at times.) That .. Harold .. ah, he might enjoy the photos I do but the FF's. Hmm, well he did have a varped mind (humour) at times so maybe. Yes. Being creative is a wonderful thing.

And I’ll be honest: I think it’s so cool and so amazing that you have those tattoos, I’m almost jealous 🤩

One of them is like a little comfort piece. Eh, probably both. If you can stand the pain and have the money go for it! It can get addicitve though. Really addictive.

My hubby is indeed the best. Loves me and all my quirks. And I love him right back. I hope you find the one that is meant for you one day.

Very, very wise words there.

Aww, so sweet. I always enjoy putting a smile on a face.

I do have one Q for you or two, depending on how you count.. If you could meet Harold during any part of his life when would you want to meet him? And why?

Violet's book. I still have not finished it. I still have other books I have never gotten around to cause I am too darn sensitive. I do love Violet sharing the stories and photos but the over thinker in me wants to know certain things that comes up when i have read snippets. None of my business but the brain eh, does not listen. And there are photos I wished she had share but might be reasons for that. I do feel, that the cat story could have been avoided. I did not need to know that one. And, though it might be hard I admit I would like to know more about his last four years.

Hmm, I do not remember but ... I think this was the first time I talked to him. You probably read it already.

And lastly, are there any songs that remind you of Harold?

I have .. ehm, not really. Songs that would be nice for a video yes but, hmm.. Oh, my memory suuucks. I mean there have been choruses but then the rest of the text do not add up.

Oof, guess that’s it, enough ramble for one day! Hope to hear from you again soon, thanks again for your attention, and for being the coolest Ramis girl! 💗

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Hehe, always a pleasure.

I hope this gets posted correctly cause something happened when I saved what I had answered so it wouldn't be lost and big part of it got messed up.

Best Always.

~Karin~

#Personal Blaha #answer #Harold Ramis #❤️

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deshoveledmess · 2 years

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Thinking Thoughts

Gosh… it’s 0532H, a solid 6 and half hours into my midnight duty. It’s a quiet night, lo-fi on the speaker, phone in hand typing out this… whatever this is. The sound of fans in the background, an incinerator plant in the distant lands, the city lights, the vast amount of ships that fill the empty canvas of water behind me, it created an atmosphere that had me feeling like reading up on old text messages. I don’t know what it was, maybe it was a combination of things like watching romance kdramas, not enough data for the month, and the general atmosphere, but here I am.

So I did, and then I started to think. I started to think things again. For the longest while, probably since my enlistment, I’ve pushed myself to stop thinking about too many things. But… on this particular night, I couldn’t possibly turn down the idea of thinking and reflecting a little. A little on my past relationship of sorts.

I had a little collection of roughly 96 screenshots of our past conversations, the oldest of which dated back to May 24, 2016, a little over 8 years as of today’s date August 22, 2022. It had already been that long huh? It was nostalgic reading through those messages. Messages from hangouts, to sms when I had gotten her number, to Imessages when we started to get older, to calling each other, to… going back to being strangers, again.

Reading through these messages almost made me feel like I’d teleported back in time to those youthful and carefree events before I’d be pulled back to face the harsh reality that it was all in the past. A past that I could never go back to. I still wish to know how she’s doing, if school’s been alright, was she struggling with physics, if she’s made new friends yet, so on and so forth. But I guess I’ll never know, huh. It’s definitely not been easy for me to completely ignore the fact that I still had her contact, and I still could message her if I really wanted to. But you know what, it’s been 3 months and we’re still going strong, well kinda strong.

I can’t help but notice the excessive use of “Lol”s in our conversations. She would say it, then I would, then she would… I’m certain that pretty much every sentence we sent probably contained a “Lol” in there. Maybe it was the awkwardness, or maybe it was how I found her laughs and giggles to be quite contagious, even if they were just over text. I could practically imagine it.

When things took a turn for the worse, I clung to these memories, hoping, praying that things would start to be better. Yea, no, it didn’t get better. It never does, does it. After all, this isn’t a kdrama. One of my biggest pains is that I won’t be able to marry this girl, I’m not gonna lie, it still saddens me, saddens me a lot. I went from imagining futures with her by my side, to futures without her existing in my world. The memories I keep are a part of me, they both hold invaluable happiness and gut-wrenching sadness too.

I was scrolling through TikTok the other day, and I happened across 2 particular ones that stuck in my mind. The first was,

“If you wrote a book about falling in love with someone you can’t have, what would the last line be?”

The other, was a quote, a quote from non other than Winnie the Pooh.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” -Winnie the Pooh

When I read those words on my screen, I just smiled. It was a smile filled with sadness and regrets, but a smile that had told me I had taken a small forward.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 3 years

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All My Firsts Were With You (K.SM)

Warnings : suggestive, swearing

Word Count : 2487

Synopsis : they grew up together, practically attached at the hip. they were each other’s first kiss, first time, first love, and if it was up to seungmin, she would be his last as well.

“I think the only thing I’ll miss is you.” She smiled at her best friend, holding back the tears that wanted to fall so desperately.

“Don’t be so cheesy.” He replied, lightly poking her shoulder. She let out a laugh that almost made Seungmin’s heart stop beating. He studied her upturned smile and sparkling eyes, wondering why he suddenly felt warm.

“I should board now. Don’t want to miss my flight. I’ll call you later!” She hugged him quickly, and in the next moment she was gone. And that’s when he realized; he’s in love with his best friend.

She was standing in front of him, the same smile she always had adorning her face, the same face he fell in love with. He had to pinch himself to check if it was a dream, having her right in front of him, close enough to touch. “I missed you.” He was silent, studying just how much she’s changed in the three years she was gone. Her hair was longer, and she seemed to have lost a bit of weight, but she was still the girl he loved.

“Seungmin!” Jisung called, throwing his arm across Seungmin’s shoulders. “Who’s this?” He smiled at the beautiful girl in front of them, holding out his hand for her to shake.

“Y/N.” She smiled, sliding her hand into his.

“Jisung. How do you two know each other?” Jisung looked between the two of them, wondering exactly how Seungmin, the same guy who never looked at a girl, knew this absolute goddess.

“We grew up together.” Seungmin said before she could say anything. “Nothing special. Let’s go before we’re late.” He shrugged Jisung’s arm off his shoulders and took off in the opposite direction of her, leaving her standing there absolutely bewildered. She thought they’d always be best friends, but it seems like Seungmin had other plans.

“How did you nail that choreography that quickly?” Felix exclaimed; his eyes widened in amazement at the new girls talent. “I’ve been practicing that routine for weeks now.” He added, walking over to her with a water bottle for her to drink from.

“It’s not that hard when you break it down. Here, let me help you.” She handed the bottle back to him after taking a sip before immediately jumping into the routine, taking it slower to help Felix.

“I did it!” Felix yelled in excitement, catching the attention of other students using the same studio. The two spent the last hour working out the kinks of the routine before Felix finally nailed it. “Oh shit, I gotta go meet my friends for lunch.” He said as he looked at his phone. “Why don’t you come with? Unless you already have lunch plans.” He smiled his infectious smile at her, and she couldn’t help but agree, grabbing her things and following him out of the room.

“Hey Y/N!” Jisung beamed as he saw her walk up to the table he was sitting at, Felix looking between them wondering how they already knew each other. “I’m guessing you’re a dance major.” She smiled as she took the seat across from him, Felix sitting next to her.

“Yeah. Dance has always been my passion.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about Seungmin earlier. He’s not good around girls.” She giggled, telling Jisung it was okay.

“I disappeared for three years, I can’t just expect to come back and everything is normal.”

“I swear Professor Park has it out for me.” Seungmin cut off their conversation, slamming his lunch on the table, collapsing in the seat beside Jisung. “I studied my ass off and I only got a 92.” She smiled to herself while listening to her old friend rant, happy to know that some things do stay the same. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked when he finally met her eyes. His voice was cold, so different than the way he used to talk to her. It was as if they didn’t spend everyday together, experiencing all their firsts with each other, and it broke her heart more than she’d like to admit.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asked her, cupping her face, and wiping her tears away. “Who made you cry?” His heart broke more and more with each tear that fell down her cheeks.

“The girls in my class. They keep making fun of me for being 16 and not having my first kiss. It’s so dumb, but their words really hurt.”

“Hey, look at me.” With his hands still on her cheeks, he angled her face to meet his eyes. “It’s not dumb it if hurt you.” He gave her a soft smile, wiping away another tear. “If it makes you feel better, I also haven’t had my first kiss.” He chuckled when her eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”

She sat there, studying her best friend’s handsome face, coming to a conclusion she was too afraid to say out loud. She knew why she hadn’t had her first kiss, and it’s not because guys didn’t like her like the girls assumed. It’s because of all the guys who confessed to her, none of them were Kim Seungmin. “Would you be my first kiss, Minnie?” She pouted, looking up at him.

“You want me to be your first kiss?” She wanted him to be her first everything, and if she was lucky enough, her last as well.

“Only if you want. I’d be your first kiss as well, so if you wanted to save it for-“ She was cut off by his soft lips pressed to hers. The shock quickly wore off and she kissed him back, taking in the feeling best she could, not knowing if she’d ever feel it again.

“First kiss completed.” He whispered, his forehead pressed against hers, his hand still on the back of her head. And in that moment, he not only became her first kiss, but her first love.

“So you and Seungmin grew up together?” Felix asked her the next day. They agreed to meet up at a café just off campus and walk to class together. “What was he like as a kid?”

“Pretty much the same way he is now, but he was nicer.” She giggled. “He’s always been worried about his grades. If it’s not 100% then what’s the point.” She quoted words he told her many times throughout high school. She remembered sitting with him while he studied, amazed at just how smart and organized he was.

“Was he always this cute?” Felix chuckled. She quickly pulled out her phone, showing Felix pictures of the two of them she had saved; some of the pictures taken from a photo album, whereas some she transferred from her old phone.

“He’s always been handsome, yes.” She answered, heat rising to her cheeks when she realized what she had said. Three years was not nearly long enough to get over him.

“Are you sure about this?” Seungmin asked as he hovered over her. Both of them were breathing heavy from the heated make out session they just shared, that slowly led them to the bed they were on now.

“You’re the only one I trust enough.” She answered. Her arms were lazily wrapped around his neck, and she looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Seungmin could get lost in the galaxy she held in her eyes, and if he’s honest, he has many times.

“It’s my first time too, so we’ll figure this out together.” He smiled before pressing his lips to hers again, melting into the kiss while he reached under her shirt.

The next morning, she woke up wrapped in Seungmin’s arms, a feeling she could get used to. She smiled at his sleeping figure, tracing over his face with her finger, studying each part in detail. She wasn’t sure if she’d get to see him this close again, so she was going to take in as much as she could. “You’re tickling me.” Seungmin mumbled with his eyes still closed.

“If you’re awake, we should get breakfast.” She laughed, trying to move from his arms, but his grip only tightened, bringing her closer to him.

“Ten more minutes. Just give me ten more minutes like this.” The feelings he thought he got over in high school were slowly returning, and he just wanted to hold her close a little longer. Mornings didn’t seem so bad when he woke up next to her. He hoped for many more just like this.

But it was at that breakfast that she told him she was leaving. And within that moment, she was his first time, and his first heartbreak.

She started spending more time with Felix, meeting him at the café every morning before class, and joining him for lunch, where Seungmin would ignore her existence as if she wasn’t there at all. She knew that the friendship she once shared with Seungmin was completely gone, and she knew it was her fault. If only she didn’t leave, then maybe Seungmin would still be hers.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” She turned to face the stranger asking for her and was met with a handsome man from her dance class, the same one she shared with Felix. He brushed his long, black hair out of his eyes before introducing himself as Hyunjin. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today? I really want to get to know you better.”

“Oh, uh.” Before she could say anything, Felix was jumping in.

“That’s perfect! I was just going to tell you I couldn’t do lunch today!” He winked at her. “Take good care of her, Hyunjin.” And with that, he left the room, leaving Hyunjin standing there awkwardly.

“Looks like my lunch is clear,” She giggled. “Let’s go then.” Hyunjin picked up her bag from the ground before she could, and the two headed for a diner on campus.

After getting passed the cliché questions, both of them started to open up more, and the conversation flowed better. She found herself enjoying his company, laughing at the stories he told her, and watching as he laughed at the ones she shared. “You and Seungmin seemed to have quite the adventures with each other.” He chuckled, taking a sip of the drink he ordered. “You talk about him a lot.”

She blushed at the realization that every story she told Hyunjin included Seungmin. “Sorry.” She giggled, tucking hair behind her ear. “It’s just, we spent every day together growing up so all my stories include him.” Hyunjin smiled, shaking his head, and telling her it was okay.

He walked her to her next class when they were finished eating. “I enjoyed getting to know you. Hopefully we can do this again.” He told her before she could walk into her class.

“I’d like that, Hyunjin.” She smiled up at him. There was no doubt that Hyunjin was an attractive man, every girl at the school seemed to fawn over him, and maybe if her heart hadn’t been stolen years before, she would too. But unfortunately for her, her heart only beats for Kim Seungmin, even if he hated her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She just wished she could move on.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jisung asked when Felix approached their table alone. A wide smile took over his face as he told Jisung about Hyunjin asking her out. “No way!”

“She was going to say no, so I told her I couldn’t do lunch with her today.” Felix shrugged. “Her and Hyunjin would make such a cute couple.”

“Talented too! They’d be the talk of the school.” Felix agreed as Seungmin sat down, asking what they were talking about. “Hyunjin and Y/N.” Seungmin couldn’t help but scoff.

“As if that would happen.” He chuckled before realizing that she was missing from the table. Though he ignored her when she was around, he had gotten used to having her around again. And honestly, he couldn’t explain why he ignored her. He knew it wouldn’t help rid the feelings he’s had for her for years. They spent three years apart, and he was still just as in love with her.

“It could. Hyunjin asked her out after class today.” Seungmin froze, his appetite completely gone. “You okay, Seungmin?” Felix asked as Seungmin threw his food back down, packing up his lunch and leaving. “You don’t think Y/N is the first love he told us about, do you?”

“If she is, why is he so cold towards her?” The two boys sat there, staring in the direction Seungmin walked in, coming to the same conclusion in their minds; Kim Seungmin was an idiot in love with his childhood best friend.

“Minnie, what are you doing here?” She asked when she opened the door, surprised to see Seungmin standing there. His hair was messy, like he couldn’t stop running his fingers through it, a habit he has when he’s anxious.

“Please tell me you’re not dating him.” Before she could say anything, he was speaking again. “Please just tell me you aren’t dating Hyunjin.” A scoff came from her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What does that have to do with you?” She asked, annoyed that her best friend has been ignoring her for months, but now he’s standing on her doorstep, begging her not to date someone else. Not that she could with how in love with him she was, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Because I don’t want you to be with someone that isn’t me.” She could see him blink back tears. She could see how distressed he truly was over the idea of losing her to someone else. “I don’t have a right to say this, but I couldn’t hold back anymore! I have no excuses for how I’ve treated you these last couple months, but I’m in love with you.” The tears could no longer be stopped and flowed down his cheeks as he continued to speak. “I’ve had all my firsts with you; my first kiss, my first time, my first love, and even my first heartbreak! It’s all been you! And I want to continue having all my firsts with you. I want to have my lasts with you. I want you to be my only because I’m only ever going to want you!”

She stepped forward, cupping his face with her hands, wiping away his tears with her thumbs before calmly speaking. “I’m not dating Hyunjin.” Relief flooded over Seungmin knowing he hasn’t lost her. “It’s always been you, Minnie. You stole my heart years ago, and no one else has had a chance since.” He wasted no time in crashing his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he could. This time, he wasn’t going to let her go.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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if you’re still taking requests for Bucky, can you do one from this quote if it sparks any inspiration: ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’

A/N: please, this is so soft 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

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A heavy sigh escaped soft lips as Bucky laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. There was almost no sound in the room besides the rhythmic ticking of the aging clock on the wall, combined with the sounds wafting in from the open window, and the almost non-existent humming of his vibranium appendage. He reached his hand up to his chest to ground himself by touching the dog tags that had been his for way too many years now. A temporary moment of panic set into his bones when he realized there was nothing there, but revelation quickly dawned on him as he remembered that they were currently with you. The last he’d seen them, you were wearing them, the metallic silver tags safely nestled under the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

When he’d given them to you, a sign of his desire to call you his, among other things, he never actually expected that you’d wear them. The first time he’d spied you wearing them, along a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, he’d almost short circuited. There was something about comforting knowing they were safe and sound in your possession now. They were yours now too - just like he was.

A gentle tugging lifted the corners of his mouth into the semblance of a smile. How foreign it still felt sometimes, the gentle feeling of blossoming happiness and knowing he was loved. Loved. What a strange and odd concept that was. He couldn’t remember the last another soul had told him they loved him besides in the most platonic sense. But the first time you’d whispered those words to him, so effortlessly, so easily, I love you, his whole world came to a screeching halt and he was sent into a wild spiral that left him speechless. Bucky hadn’t reciprocated your words then; but it wasn’t long after that he did. It had been a half shout, half declaration as you just grinned at him, pulling him against your lips and only letting him go when you were both breathless and dizzy.

He relaxed at the thought, settling against the pillow as he reminded himself to swim in happy memories, rather than drown in the ghosts of the past.

His phone vibrated against the glass top of the coffee table as it startled him out of his stupor, causing him to almost roll off the couch in surprise. He scrambled to grab the phone, and relaxed when he saw your name on the screen. Straightening himself up, he cleared his throat before answering, “hi sweetheart.”

“Bucky!” your excited voice on the other end of the line made his heart relax as he just imagined you bouncing around your small floral shop, making sure everything was perfect, “it’s about time you answered, old man. I’ve called you like three times! Did I disturb your afternoon nap, Barnes?”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling an old man,” he snorted as he stood up and stretched, surprised by how easily you were able to read him, “I got decades on you, kid, respect your elders.”

“Respect me when I’m right,” you grinned as he laughed lightly. How easily everything seemed to flow between the two of you; he’d never thought he could have anything like this again. Even once he’d left Wakanda and life slowly went back to a semblance of normality after the Blip, he still had a hard time trusting people; perhaps, more than anything else, he didn’t trust himself.

While he knew he was himself again, Bucky, and not the Winter Soldier, he still was never quite convinced that he wouldn’t ever go back. For so long he had been nothing but a killer, it was hard to believe that he could ever be fully himself again. So he’d closed himself off, steeled himself, despite the constant reassurance from the people around him that it was okay to let others in. He couldn’t trust himself - after so long...how could he? How was he just supposed to be able to pick the pieces and just be James again?

But he was learning, over time, slowly, bit by bit, that it was okay to let people in, okay to feel, and be okay and also not be okay. Sure, some days were hard, but the good days were good. And they were getting to become more and more frequent.

“Bucky? Hello?” you called his name from the other line, trying to get him to snap back into attention, “James? James Buchanan Barnes?”

“S-sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle for a moment, “I...yeah.”

“Yeah,” you teased softly, “zoning out again huh, my love? I know how you get. What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

“Nothing much,” he admitted, shrugging to himself despite the fact that you weren’t able to see him, “when are you off?”

“Whenever I want to be,” you reminded him, “I’m the boss now, remember? Why do you ask? Got some grand plans for us?”

“Nah,” he confessed, “just want to come and see you. Is it okay if I stop in? I’d come and bring you some flowers...but that would seem a little...on the nose.”

“Ahh, look at you,” he could practically hear you grinning, “very clever, aren’t you? Come and see me - it’s been slow so I might as well close up when you get here. Maybe we can go for a walk and get dinner?”

“Sounds great,” he agreed softly, “see you soon.”

“See you soon, Bucky.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

While you waited for Bucky to arrive, a brilliant idea popped into your head. You quickly grabbed a vase and started to gather some of the flowers that reminded you of him. It wasn’t long before you had a variety of them, neatly arranged and topped off with a bow, ready and waiting for him. He walked into your small shop, ready to announce himself but quickly found that he didn’t have to.You were perched up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tilted your head to the side and studied him with a small smile. He was dressed casually today, sporting a dark blue henley and a pair of well fitting jeans. His arm, intricate and beautifully designed golden and black vibranium, wasn’t on full display, nor was it completely hidden. Progress; a step in the right direction, albeit small. He’d get there when he’d get there and if that took another five years or fifty, you planned on being there for him.

“Hi James,” you popped off the counter and met him halfway, letting him wrap you up and envelope you in his warm, tight grasp. His arms, his body, was your favorite place to be. You never felt more safe and secure than when you were wrapped up in him, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” he chuckled as you just nodded, pouting lightly as he couldn’t help but kiss you softly, “it’s only been a few hours since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know,” you ran a hand through his dark hair, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed as you took his hand and pulled him over to the counter. Bucky dramatically rolled his eyes as he trailed after you. Your hand looked so small in his hand; delicate skin contrasted against harsh callouses as you gave him a squeeze of reassurance. Whatever hesitation or tension was left in his body seeped, replaced by a feeling of saccharine bliss, “what are you up to?”

“You always think I’m up to something,” standing in front of the flowers, you paused, studying his features before reaching up to tenderly cradle his face in your hands. Bucky, resilient and strong, turned into a puddle of mush and practical whimpers as you traced a delicate fingertip across his features, “perhaps this time you’re right.”

“Tell me then,” he turned his face, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as you used your free hand to reach behind you and push the vase to your side so he could see the ornate display. Blue eyes narrowed, highlighting the wary crease in his brow before they widened, softening all the way through. His hand slinked down to your waist, a light squeeze followed as he shuffled to the side and studied the flowers. Bright yellows and oranges, brilliant crimsons and pinks, and mellow pastels were suddenly under his intense scrutiny as he took in the sight of the blossoms, “w-what are these?”

“And here I was, thinking you were smart,” standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately and slowly at first so you wouldn’t startle him. His frame stiffened for a mere moment before he relaxed, the weight of your head on his back a welcome burden he was happy to bear, “these are called flowers.”

“Very funny,” you could feel the laugh vibrate through his chest as a hand, one colder and more metallic than normal, but still all him, settled on your own. Pressing a line of soft kisses to his shoulders, you listened to the steady beating of his heart, “what’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” you insisted, “I just thought you would enjoy them. Look at the colors and blossoms, they all reminded me of you. So brilliant and warm and bright and lovely - just like you, Bucky.”

A few beats of silence met your ears as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, a million thoughts swirling around his mind. Before you could speak or say anything else, he turned around in your arms so he was facing you. He gestured between you and the flowers for a few moments, finding himself at a loss for words, “me?”

“Yes,” you promised him, “for you. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” he reassured you, an easy warmth settling over you, “back in the day I would have been doing this for you…”

‘You’ve gotten me flowers plenty of times,” you laughed, a sound that had easily become his favorite thing in almost no time, “besides, you deserve some nice things too.”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s a new one,” you teased as he jokingly groaned, “ I jest! I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more quiet and stoic lately...I didn’t even know that was possible for you. What’s been on your mind, my love?”

“There’s this quote that came into mind...I heard it somewhere, but I can’t remember from what or who,” he mused as he rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, “it’s something along the lines of ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’ I feel like...I can do that with you - like I can be myself and you’re not judging me, even though you know who I am.”

“Bucky - James - I know who you are,” it was surprising you didn’t melt into a puddle then and there, melting into nothingness at his feet. You leaned in, looking at his eyes for a few moments before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. You broke apart slowly, reluctantly before resting your forehead against his, “I know exactly you who are. And I love you for it - a good man, friend, partner, and so many other things. You are good, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks. Fuck them - the people that know you know who you really are.”

“Even after…”

“Even after everything that’s happened,” you promised, “you are safe with me. I’m not going to suddenly turn my back on you and walk away. I love you, Bucky. You have me, now and forever, and I’ve got you, always. That’s not going to change. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you could feel him smiling against your lips as he breathed you in and let you overwhelm his senses, “I know that.”

“Good,” you smiled as you reached for his hand, “let’s go to get dinner. I’m starving.”

“Don’t you need to close up?”

“Nah,” you winked at him, “I closed up as soon as we got off the phone earlier so we would have interruptions. C’mon Buck, I’m going to take you for a night on the town! What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, “there’s just one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“This,” he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply as your body melded into his, “I love you too.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

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toraashi · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

info: kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader, college!au, fluff, 1.5k words, lots of references to poetry, kissing, the quotes throughout are not in order sorry, that’s about it

author’s notes: i love this poem so much, i reference it a lot, so i’d recommend reading it really quickly: somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond by e.e. cummings. happy valentine’s day everyone! sorry if kazuha comes off a little ooc.

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me

Kazuha was…

He was….

You watched him from your spot across the table, eyes tracing the peek of his round nose above the edge of a poetry book, the group project you were supposed to be working on sprawled haphazardly in the space between. You watched his brow quirk when he read an intriguing line, the messy strands of wavy platinum falling in front of his face, interfering with his glasses. Some deep part in your soul wanted to brush the curls away, but the way his ruby eyes flicked up at your scrutiny, a question in his gaze halted your desires.

"Yes?" Flustering, you averted your gaze to the strewn, handwritten notes on the table before you, frantically thinking of an excuse to deflect from your stare.

"I was… thinking of how to go about this. e.e. cummings has such a unique style of poetry, he is quite difficult to decipher." Kazuha did not miss your nervous deflection, and his eyes twinkled knowingly - fondly.

"Perhaps we should've chosen an easier poet to analyze." His words were nothing but kind and understanding, and yet you felt riled up. It felt teasing.

"No!" You raised your voice just slightly, immediately quelling with a swallow when Kazuha set his book down. "Sorry… I want to analyze e.e. cummings' work." Kazuha stared at you for a few moments, eyes wandering across your bashful features with a quaint smile on his lips.

"All right then. Do you have a poem in mind?" He was so patient and attentive. It was nearly infuriating, the way he leaned in like you had his full attention, the gentle nod of his head whenever you spoke, inhaling your words, letting them churn in his mind, and giving them his entire thought. Kazuha was always like this, and he was…

Kazuha was…

"Dove, maybe you ought to take a break." Both the sound of his voice and the playful drag of a pen across your cheek snapped you from your reverie, refocusing your vision to the boy before you. He'd moved his elbows to the table, the sleeves of his sweater covering his palms, a knowing grin spread across his cheeks.

"Don't call me 'dove' if you don't mean it." You grumbled under your breath, swatting his pen away. "I have a poem I want to analyze. Let me find it." He backed off at your faux hostility, and a pinprick of guilt festered in your heart at your abrasiveness. Of course, he was just teasing, but it was Kazuha, and he'd never been anything but kind. It hurt your heart and pinched your cheeks to think about him too much. If you let your mind linger on him for too long… you'd start daydreaming about his rosy smile, how his glasses slid down his nose when he was tucked into a book, the edge of his jawline, the lines of his neck, and how they tapered down to his pretty collarbones.

Shit. He'd catch you daydreaming again at this rate.

Shaking the thoughts away like washing away a sandcastle, you sifted through your papers until a manila one caught your eye, the typewriter ink blotched on a few letters.

Your heart swelled, filling up with woozy thoughts of epic love, and you pulled the paper from its place in the binder flap, presenting it to the boy, casting him a shy look through your lashes.

"S'a little cheesy. Don't tease." You murmured, a shudder running from your fingers to the tip of your toes when his hand brushed yours. His eyes ran across the parchment, while yours rebelliously dipped to the buttons popped at his collar, his collarbone shadowcast by the afternoon light in a nearby window. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, and for your own sake, you wished you could keep your eyes to yourself.

"i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;" He began reciting the last stanza in that silky smooth voice only he could have, and something in your chest fluttered and blew away in the wind. His eyes lifted for a moment, catching yours and holding them as he whispered the last lines, "only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses" You swallowed, willing your cheeks to stop burning. His ruby hues glinted, and you felt your breath stutter, coming out in soft 'put's in comparison to his steady exhales.

"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands" Kazuha finished with a low murmur, and your mind filtered through every memory you'd made since you sat beside him in your poetry class, the professor droning on about Emily Dickinson. He was lovely - a poem himself, and now, after many cafe 'hangouts' and post-class study sessions, he was reciting a love poem to you in golden afternoon light - perhaps Kazuha was an angel. He was gorgeous, you'd thought back then, but gorgeous people often had nasty personalities, and you'd been wary. Yet, every smile he'd given you had been genuine, and he had a devoted passion for the subject, giving every line, every piece of the writing a thoughtful approach. Working with your seatmate had never been more fulfilling, and he never once mistreated your interpretations, always handling them with the most care and consideration before giving you his perspective.

You choked on your words when silence settled over your table. Kazuha's free hand had meandered closer, his knuckles brushing yours, but you couldn't bear to look away. Something was at the forefront of his gaze, something so adoring and careful that you couldn't quite place. The pads of his fingers traced your skin as the silence mellowed into something more comforting, your feelings on the tip of your tongue, heart following close behind as it lodged in your throat.

your slightest look easily will unclose me

Finally, in the warmth of his stare, you unfolded, baring your intense fragility to him, the vulnerable heart you'd guarded behind petals bestowed to him - an offering. You wanted to open for him.

"What did you think?" The sentence came out in a weighted breath, and Kazuha's gaze burned as the golden afternoon melted into a mellow sunset.

"e.e. cummings' is quite the wordsmith. I'm not surprised to hear that he's your favorite. Reading his poetry feels like pressing flowers and perusing old libraries, the flutter of new love and the settlement of eternity. I can easily find you between the lines; it is a pleasant discovery."

"Kazuha-" You started, but the words fell short when he reached across the scattered papers to brush a piece of hair away from your face, dragging his knuckle across your cheekbone and tucking the strand behind your ear. His hand hovered over your face, and the inexplicable tenderness crossing his features held your thoughts hostage.

"I adore you. You know that, right?" He breathed, touching you like you held the world in your small hands.

"You do?" A hopeful whine and you swore your irises were shaped like hearts. Kazuha laughed, his hand withdrawing from yours to cup your face, smoothing his thumbs across your cheeks, darting across your fluttering lashes, leaning over the table enough that if you craned your head, you'd be able to touch your nose to his.

or if your wish be to close me, I and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

"Of course. I've wanted to soak up all of your pretty thoughts since that day we covered William Wordsworth in class. You got stars in your eyes when we spoke about it," He chuckled, lovesick and dainty. "I could've kissed you right there." Something about the way he spoke sounded whimsical as if he was recalling fond memories rather than desperately professing his love. His eyes bled the warmest devotion, something you could dive into and live in forever, wrapping yourself up in everything he had to offer.

"Why didn't you?" Your words plumed against his face, and the scarlet in his eyes thickened.

"I wanted to wait. It would be a little presumptuous of me to just kiss you out of nowhere, don’t you think?" He smiled to himself, the curve of his lips tipped with a subdued slyness. "I didn't mind taking my time."

"You're too patient with me." He smiled fondly.

"Of course I am." Face hot, you watched as he scoured your features with soft eyes. "My heart is yours." And with that, he closed the distance, planting the sweetest kiss on your lips, gentle enough to tickle.

At that moment, your question was answered, and you pulled him back in by the shirt collar, poetry assignment lost between the words of your hearts.

Kazuha was so many things, but he was serendipitous, and anything he wanted you to be (within reason), you would become.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

#kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #if the tags don't work i will actually riot this time

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thora-jane · 3 years

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Lasso The Moon (Tenth Doctor x female!reader Oneshot)

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Weasley fic to bring you: a Tenth Doctor fic! I got a little bored and started writing this, and thought I'd share it with you all!

Summary: On a trip to the stars, you reflect a little on the feelings you have for the Doctor, and maybe he does the same thing.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,294

“You and me. All of time. All of space. Just at our fingertips,” The Doctor began his spiel with grand excitement, gently taking his hand in yours and placing it on a rather large lever on the consol, “Where would you like to go?”

You had been traveling with the Doctor for years, and though he asked this question often, your response was almost always the same, “Let’s see the stars.”

He smiled drumming your fingers with his before gripping the lever tightly, “Then to the stars we go.” This time, the lever came down with a more violent jerk, causing you to fall against him for support as his free arm wrapped around you. And though you hated to admit it, you hesitated to stand on your own two feet again. Something about being with the Doctor, seeing his excitement, his kindness, his bravery, it was impossible to not fall for him.

But you knew he would never have feelings for you in return. He had traveled across the known universe and beyond. There was no way he could reciprocate the love you held for him. You learned to push past it though, and found that being his traveling companion was all you needed some days.

The TARDIS screeched to a halt, and after a moment’s hesitation the two of you took a step back. However, he kept your hand in his as he ran over to the door, flinging it open dramatically to reveal the Milkyway, “Now then, pick a star, any star,” he grinned, craning his head to look up at the vast expanse of galaxy.

“Actually Doctor, I know we usually go somewhere specific,” You began, leaning against the opposite end of the doorframe,” But I was hoping we could just...stargaze? If that’s alright with you?” You tore your gaze away from outside and turned back to him, pausing to read his face.

“Stargaze?” He scoffed, lightheartedness lacing his voice, “Why gaze at them when you can see them up close!” He said, turning to run back to the controls. But before he could leave, you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Doctor, I’d much rather see the view from here. I know you think it boring, but I’ve wanted a view like this for as long as I can remember.” You explained softly, looking back out the door, “It’s truly gorgeous.”

He sighed, stepping back and leaning against the doorframe again, “You never really get tired of it,” he agreed, peering back out at the stars, “You said you studied the stars back at Uni on earth?”

You let out a chuckle, “Not exactly. I didn’t study them as a science, I more just romanticized them,” you looked back at him with a gentle smile, “It’s hard not to, I think.”

“Romanticized the stars?” He turned to you, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, look at them! It’s a dark sky filled with pinpricks of light! What’s not to love? It’s beautiful, it’s romantic. An endless space filled with violent flames but all we see are delicate little lights and the moon,” you couldn’t help but smile, reaching out and taking both his hands in yours, “What is it you want, Doctor? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down-”

“-Hey, that’s a pretty good idea,” The Doctor interrupted, stepping closer to continue the quote, “I’ll give you the moon.”

“I’ll take it,” you continued, impressed that he understood your reference, “What then?”

“Well, then you can swallow it, see, and then moonbeams will shoot out of your fingers and toes and the ends of your hair...Am I talking too much?” He squeezed your hands. “You aren’t the only one that’s romanticized the night sky, (y/n). I’ve been doing this for quite some time now.”

You felt your smile fade. He had been doing this for some time now. Probably with lots of other people. People he loved, not just people he traveled with. You dropped his hands and sat down in the doorway, “I suppose you have.”

“Oi, why the long face, this galaxy not good enough for you?” He asked, plopping down beside you, “No bother, we’ll just move on to the next one, or the next one, go back in time to find one, or jump ahead a few billion years, Whatever we need to find one that’s worth your love.”

“Doctor, have you ever been in love?” You asked abruptly

“Well that’s quite the loaded question, isn’t it?” He asked behind nervous laughter, “But I suppose I have. At least once or twice.”

“Is it frustrating? To know the person you love is far greater than you?” you folded your hands in your lap and looked down at the stars below you, swinging your legs out the door and letting them dangle through space.

“D’you remember when we first met?” he asked changing the subject, “You were parked outside of a restaurant in the middle of the night-”

“I was finishing the closer’s shift,” you laughed.

“You were standing in an empty street, staring up at the sky!” He laughed with you, placing a hand on yours, “I asked you-”

“You asked me what I was staring at, and I told you the stars. Then you asked-” “I asked you what was wrong with them and you said-”

“They’re too far away! They were!” you mock-defended, “How was I supposed to reach out to them when I was back on earth?” You asked, fake-punching the Doctor in the arm, trying to tame his laughter.

As his laughter died down with a sigh, he turned back at you, “It’s like longing for stars that are too far away. You might not be able to reach them but blimey, they’re beautiful. So some nights you’re just lucky to be able to see them, and thankful to have them there.” He looked out into the universe again.

“Yeah, That makes sense. I think I know what you mean,” You nodded slowly. But rather than looking at the stars, you found yourself looking at the man beside you.

“Do you think you’ll ever share love with someone? That you will love someone and they’ll love you and you can be happy together?” You asked, though in your heart it was more of a plea.

He didn’t say anything, and you felt your heart sank as a minute passed between you and the stars

“(y/n) I like to think I am,” he stated humbly.

“What?” you turned to face him abruptly.

“(y/n), I’m scared to think what could happen whenever we leave for a journey, but I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t have you to protect.” His words started to stumble out of his mouth as he grabbed your hand, pulling him back with you into the Tardis and over to the controls, where he began pressing buttons and furiously flipping switches.

“Where are we going?” You asked desperately, trying to catch his eye.

After a moment, he took your hand in his. Placing it on the lever under his fingertips, he turned to you and declared, “You and me. All of time. All of space Just at our fingertips. And I’m going to go and lasso the moon for you.”

It took you a moment to realize what he meant, but you felt your face flush red.

“That’s a pretty good idea, (y/n), I’ll give you the moon.” He continued with a little hesitation. But before he had the chance to regret his words, you threw your arms around his neck. And with your face nestled into the crook of his shoulder, you mumbled.

“I’ll take it.”

#doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #ten x reader #ten x y/n #ten fanfic #doctor who x reader #doctor who imagine #doctor who fanfic

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weirdmarioenemies · 3 years

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Name: Wavio

Debut: Moon RPG

Time to talk about a weird, wonderful game that -if you are a fan of creatures like us- you surely are going to love!

Moon RPG! A game where you heal the creatures that the “main hero” of a typical RPG killed for experience points. Isn’t that lovely? No battles at all, just doing tasks that make people happy and healing the creatures of the land!

This game came out only in Japan in 1997, for the PlayStation, and influenced Toby Fox into making Undertale! And in return, Undertale influenced the developers to finally localize it in english! Since 2020, we can finally relish in this lovely game!

As I previously mentioned, this game tasks you with healing creatures, there are a lot of them! And each one is completely unique! They all have their own design, their own description and their own method of healing.

You really only find them, read their description, figure out how to heal them, and then move on to heal another creature. So you would think that wouldn’t really be enough for me to fall in love with a singular creature, right?

You’d be wrong

You see, Wavio doesn’t have a lot of impact in the story, they’re just another creature, and healing them is quite easy, but their description, WOW their description is PACKED. I’m not even gonna quote it in its entirety, I’m gonna go bit by bit

Let’s start with the first sentence, which instantly vaporizes me:

“Friend of water fleas.”

THEY ARE A FRIEND OF WATER FLEAS!!!!! This funny long pink thing with paratroopa wings and funny eyes is friends with all the little water fleas in the world, isn’t that wonderful?

How did they do it? I would also love to befriend a beloved freshwater microscopic crustacean with a funny shape, Wavio please tell me your secrets!

This already makes me hopelessly enamored with this creature, already a phenomenally silly design, but then you add THIS quality lore to them? I put them in my fave character bingo as soon as I read this first sentence.

But there’s more...

The other sentence goes:

“Bobbingly rises to the surface from the depths each morning seeking light.”

This sweet guy just crawls out of their cave every day to feel the morning light on their body for a while.... As someone who dearly loves morning light, this sentence another One Hit K.O. for me.

And that’s also how you heal them! You have to wait until Sunrise for their soul to come to the surface, and then you can return their soul to their body :)

I’d also like to call attention to the choice of words: “Bobbingly” this funny creature with wings moves in a funny way! As if you had to make Wavio even more perfect!

Maybe I should also bobbingly rise from the depths every morning, and befriend some water fleas, I think we can all learn from Wavio, they’re one of my personal role models, to be completely honest. My life was changed for the better after meeting Wavio.

Wavio....

#Wavio #moon rpg #Funky Friday #Not Mario #Mario WISHES it had Wavio #Mod Sockop #Wavio..... My dearly beloved

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violetlilysunshine · 3 years

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Be Careful

Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Requested

@harryhollandsgirlfriend: Ok, ok, a request for y/n and Harry being in a new relationship and the boys are all hesitant about it and worried y/n is there for the wrong reasons and just Harry defending you and how you all work through that. 🥺

WC: 1,505

Warnings: swearing (one f-bomb)

A/N: Kinda left it between the boys, hope that’s okay. Also first time using a taglist, so hopefully it goes well :)

MASTERLIST - TAGLIST

You’d met the brothers while they were sightseeing in Atlanta, instantly hitting it off with Harry. The two of you had been friendly for a while after that, casually flirting and always finding ways to get together.

He’d asked you out a little while ago, taking you out secretly. He wasn’t ready to tell anybody, specifically Tom, yet; he didn’t know what they would think, given your history together. They were worried that you were just hanging around with them for the fame, knowing that you wanted to work your way up in Hollywood as well. Of course, it wasn’t really anything to do with you personally, they just felt that they had to be cautious of all new people who came around.

Harry, however, knew that you were genuine. He had obviously gotten to know you the best and knew that you really cared more about people than fame. Sure you wanted to act, but you also valued privacy, just like he and Tom did.

Harry met you for lunch a couple days ago, in between scenes just because he wanted to see you. You did little things like this as often as you could, while still keeping things quiet. It was kind of fun sneaking around with him; it made every little second you could steal together even better.

“So, uh, somethings sorta been on my mind,” he stuttered.

“What’s up, bub?” you asked.

“Well I want to tell Tom about us and like, I wanna make sure that’s okay with you.”

“Why are you asking me that, Har?” you chuckled.

“Well, we haven’t told people, so like, I wanna know if it’s okay if I do…”

“You’re the one that didn’t tell Tom,” you pointed out gently, “he’s your brother after all, it’s up to you.”

There was a slight pause in the conversation; you could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you soothed him, “It doesn’t bother me if we tell him right now or not, whenever you’re ready.”

“Well I think I want to tell him,” he said, “I wanna be able to have you over and cuddle on the couch and hold hands around him. Ya know, all the boyfriend stuff…” he trailed off.

“Okay, babe,” you said softly, before repeating, “whenever you’re ready.”

You smiled gently at him, watching his lips curve up slowly. He was so ready to be open with you and couldn’t wait to get it off his chest.

“Maybe I should tell him alone,” he added, “ya know, brother to brother…”

“Whatever you want,” you said, grabbing his hand gently under the table.

“I’ll have to tell Haz too, ya know, since he’s always around.”

“That’s fine - whoever you want, whenever you want. And, to be honest, I wanna be able to come over and do all of that too,” you comforted him.

“Thanks, darling,” he whispered, squeezing your hand for a second before letting go and continuing to eat.

“And for the record, ya know, if we’re telling things…” you trailed.

Harry’s heartbeat quickened at that, “yes, darling?” he questioned, not knowing what could possibly be coming at him.

“I have told someone,” you whispered.

“Oh,” he said shortly, eyes widening, “when? who?”

“My best friend, before our first date… ya know, I just wanted to make someone aware of what was going on and who I was going out with and where I would be, ya know, in case something bad happened. Can’t be too careful these days.”

Harry chuckled at that, dropping his head and shaking it lightly.

“But she’s the only one, and she won’t say anything, promise. I mean, she hasn’t yet, so you can trust me when I say that,” you smiled.

Harry smiled at you widely, “I do trust you,” he whispered, leaning in and pecking you gently.

~~~~~

He decided on Friday that he was going to tell Tom and Harrison about the two of you. Half of him casually wanted to drop it like, “oh yeah, I’m taking Y/N out tonight,” on his way out the door, but the other half of him knew that he just had to be straight up with them.

They came in from the gym, dropping their bags right in front of the door, arguing about who gets to shower first.

“You got it first last time!” Harrison shouted at Tom, kicking his shoes off.

“Well I got there before you, mate, not my fault,” Tom countered.

They stood in the doorway, staring each other down for a second.

“Not happening today,” Harrison said quietly, taking off running towards his bedroom to get his clothes and hurry to the shower.

Little did he know, Tom had already laid his clothes out on the bed so all he had to do was grab them and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom door slammed upstairs and Harry knew what was coming -

“GOD YOU ARSE!” Harrison screamed, followed by Tom’s loud laugh from behind the closed door.

Harrison came jogging down the stairs and into the living room, “god can you believe that guy?”

“Uh, yeah,” Harry chuckled, “brothers…”

Harrison just laughed at him, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram while waiting for the shower. Maybe starting with just Harrison would be easier…

“So, Haz?” Harry asked after a while of just sitting in silence. He was trying to sound casual, but inside he was shitting himself.

“Hmm?” Harrison hummed, not looking up from his phone.

“I uh, I’m taking Y/N out tonight…”

“Yeah? What’re you guys doing? Maybe Tom and I can tag along.” Harrison questioned.

“No, mate, not like that, I’m dating her,” Harry said bluntly, “have been for a few weeks.”

Harrison didn’t know how to react; he wanted his friend to be happy, but at the same time he worried about you using him. What if you got what you wanted and then just left? And broke Harry’s heart in the process? He can’t let that happen.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? What if she’s using you?” Harrison tried to ask nicely.

“Who’s using him?” Tom asked, strolling in the room, hair still dripping wet.

“Y/N,” Harrison answered, “they’re ‘dating’ now,” Harrison said, using air-quotes around the word dating.

“She’s not like that you fucking arse,” Harry answered, starting to get mad, “I knew you guys would be like this and that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!”

“How long?” Tom asked quickly.

“A few weeks,” Harry answered with a huff.

“Oh, so it’s still easy to get out,” Tom said casually with a shrug.

“I don’t wanna get out!” Harry yelled, “I really like her! She’s not what you guys think she is!”

“Mate, calm down,” Harrison tried.

“No! I tried to be calm and you had to go and be a dick!”

“Hellooooo!” Tuwaine sang as he walked through the front door.

“Hey mate, Harry’s dating Y/N,” Tom answered him.

“What?” Tuwaine laughed.

“Harry’s dating Y/N,” he repeated.

“Yay, she’s cool!”

“What? You’re on his side?” Harrison questioned.

“Yeah, why not?” Tuwaine shrugged, “I just want everyone to be happy. If Harry trusts her, then so do I.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, calming down a bit.

“But what if she’s using him?” Harrison reiterated, bringing up his first concern, “or what if she’s just using Harry to get to Tom and then use him? Or the same with me?”

“Yeah, bro, I’m Spider-Man,” Tom added.

“Yeah, we all know that,” Harry answered, “you don’t have to remind us every second of every day.”

“But still, how do you know she’s not gonna split when she gets popular?” Tom asked.

“Because you guys didn’t take the time to actually get to know her,” Harry stressed, “she’s been hanging out with us for quite a while and she hasn’t posted a single picture of either of you, or me for that matter.”

The boys fell silent, that was true and they couldn’t deny it.

“And she’s always paid the most attention to me, so don’t you think if she really wanted to use you guys, she’d have ignored me?”

“I guess that makes sense…” Tom mumbled.

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Harry pleaded, “like Tuwaine said: I trust her, isn’t that enough?”

“We just don’t wanna see you get hurt, mate. Honest, if you’re happy, we’re happy,” Harrison answered, “we just want you to be careful.”

“Well I am being careful, so you don’t have to worry. She’s great, I’d love for you guys to give her a chance,” Harry soothed.

“We will, just know that we’re watching her too. At least for a little while,” Tom said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Harry said, “just don’t weird her out so she runs away, please.”

“No promises,” Harrison piped up.

“I’m just happy for everyone,” Tuwaine said with a big smile from the couch, making everyone laugh.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Harry said, fist-bumping Tuwaine.

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