#if he does not say 'get in loser we're going shopping' every time before you get into his car then there is just no point </3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-firebird69 · 8 months

Text

Receipt of several orders one of them says Garth is waiting for his check in order to release social security money that's due to our son and it's not true then it says this we have to tell people to do it and I understand you're saying something like that but these people are trying to send us orders and we don't receive their orders they don't come across correctly and they are denied quickly and promptly so they can't do it so we're going after them. Now there's a bunch of losers here this is this is not going to work none of them do anything it's running around circles shooting each other and we don't need that and the max are trying to sit there and use it and it doesn't work and they're going to get attacked and we need that. Almost every day they make huge mistakes and they start going around being jerks. The girls stabbed and says by Trump's and we did see them there in the park they're nearby but the guy there who stabbed his Trump so it's the clones and they don't want people talking to her son so we're going to take them apart matrix facilities other facilities and they're going after other things too and we are making sure that these people pay they need to lose all their ships really they're a bunch of animals they're losing all their people and our son and daughter say if you attack their ships more it'll draw the idiots down there everybody needs to and people are trying to take the ships I don't want to draw them down but eventually you will

Thor Freya

You see what they're saying they're going to end up going down there and there's a bunch of them and we need to stop them where we are and we're going to go ahead and do that

Mac Daddy

You're following suit and we're going to get it done and I do see that he's a Mac and he's completely surrounded

Ben Arnold

We approve this to go out

Olympus

I'm in warrior mode but we have a lot of stuff going on and a lot of businesses we're pursuing they're more that we're going to mention and we're going to mention it tonight and get it rolling and several I'm going to mention two right now

-major food distribution companies like Kroger and they deal out to stop and shop and about 50 other huge grocery stores like Winn-Dixie even Publix gets a lot from them and stores all over the world Walmart too it's about 1/3 of their produce and other foods from them usually it's fresh food that they deliver but they do a lot of canned goods as well. This is a huge company and I'm calling on hours to start invading and taking idiots out of there all kinds of idiots

-Lane food distributors we mentioned it before and they were taking over before but right now we have to apply ourselves we need the food safe there's too many idiots in there they're trying to contaminate it all the time and our spies are calling us constantly we need people to volunteer for the above in this service and these companies are huge we need a drastically large number of people and right now

-other food distributors and we do have a list but they are suppliers of major grocery food stores and chains Walmart does their own food and we need people to take over Walmart's food supply chain and as a matter of fact all of the Walmart chain of all their distributors and any manufacturing they do and we need massive numbers of volunteers for the service if anybody was harassed or offended by Walmart employees personnel or service or products please sign up for this duty and there's other things that they do but we need you to sign up they have a lot of assets too and they have a lot of money and they have a lot of hidden stashes and caches near their facilities and they threaten the general public every day to keep it there proof is right behind Walmart where they're building the houses they pull out an object now and then and it is armament we need to curtail that and we need to clear it and we need to take it over or just go in and pull it all out at night and be done with it because it's too much of it we need volunteers and we need serious ones and we need volunteers for every single Walk of Life and task and job you can imagine please sign on now

Hera

We're getting people now but we need a lot more please if you want to volunteer for this do so we need people to sign on for duty too and it is your duty to get people to fill your shoes as you sign on for this we need you to get your own people your family and friends to sign up it is a mandatory thing it is your duty

Frank Castle hardcastle

Duke nukem Blockbuster

0 notes

pepper-up-potion · 3 years

Text

A Day in London (Oliver Wood x fem!reader)

Summary: Oliver and reader start off their weekend together in London. (This is quite possibly the worst summary I’ve ever written)

Warnings: None that I can’t think. Please let me know if you do but I think it’s just fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This is (sort of) part 2 to London to Manchester. All you need to know for this to make sense is that they are in a long distance relationship. You don’t have to have read the part 1 to understand the story. Also I wanted to pick a public garden in London but I was tired of researching so I settled with a private garden, it is what it is I guess.

(Y/n) is standing on the platform rocking on her heels impatiently. Every couple of minutes she cranes her neck towards the time panel, and then towards the train entrance. She fidgets with the strap of her bag and chews impatiently on her lip.

The train finally makes itself known. First, she hears it, the horn blaring and the wheels churning. Then it rolls into sight. It takes all her strength not to start bouncing up and down with glee. Soon the wagon doors open and people start to filter out. She scans the crowd looking for one specific person.

“(Y/n)!” Her person shouts from a distance. She turns towards the origin of the sound and their eyes meet. A wide smile forms on both their faces. It’s like everything around them stops, goes fuzzy. It’s just the two of them in the buzzy train station.

“Oliver!” She exclaims, pushing past people and running to him. He opens his arms wide and she jumps into them. She wraps her arms around his neck, his around her waist and he spins her while letting out a cheerful chuckle.

Oliver puts her down but keeps his hands on her waist. They look each other in the eyes smiling wider. His eyes are bright and excited.

“I’m so happy to see you.” He whispers leaning down to touch his forehead to hers. She hums at the delightful feeling of his presence. Oliver pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. She leans into his hand as he cups her cheek. Oliver looks at her with adoration as he shakes his head in disbelief. It’s been weeks since they last saw each other. They’ve both been so busy with work, Oliver especially with the preparations for the start of the new football season.

“Are you gonna keep swooning or get over here and kiss me?” She asks playfully as she runs a hand from his shoulder to his chest. He laughs lightly before he brings a hand up to her chin, fingers gently rubbing underneath. “I’d love to kiss you.” He tips (y/n)’s head up a little and tilts his head to meet her lips. It’s a soft and short kiss keeping in mind that they are in public. The kiss still sends a thrilling chill down (y/n)’s spine.

“I’m happy to see you too.” She says when they pull apart. Oliver smiles before picking up his suitcase and lacing his fingers with hers with his free hand.

They walk from the station to (y/n)’s appartement where Oliver drops off his bags. (Y/n) waits for him by the front door. Minutes later they’re back out the door and out on the town.

Oliver claps his hands and rubs them together. “So, where are we going my dear?”

“One of my favourite places in town.” She takes his head and pulls him down the sidewalk. She walks quickly, knowing the terrain by heart. They wind down different streets for a quarter of an hour.

“Here we are.” She stops in front of a gated green space. “It’s a private garden.” She explains. Oliver tilts his head towards her, a little confused. “My friend lives here and never uses it so they told me I could.” She adds. She smiles wide and gleefully as she opens the gate and waves him in.

(Y/n) slides her hand in his once more as they walk around the private garden. She shows Oliver her favourite flowers. Then she leads him to her favourite bench where she reads on weekends or after a long day. They sit there for a little while taking in the scenery.

There are kids playing football in a grassy patch of the grounds. (Y/n) can see Oliver itching to join them. His leg is bouncing and his eyes are invested in their game. She smiles softly before patting his arm. “Go.” She says. Oliver’s eyes go bright like a child receiving candy. “Oh thank you, thank you.” He pecs her cheek before running off and joining their game.

She watches him play with them, he’s so kind and attentive to them. He teaches them plays and techniques to improve themselves. He laughs and falls on purpose to give the kids an advantage. Instead of running away with the ball, they jump on top of him as they all laugh together. She can’t help herself from laughing, happy that Oliver loves her happy place as much as she does.

Oliver comes back to entice (y/n) to join their game. “We're short of a player. What do you say? Fancy a game?”

She smiles but shakes her head. “I haven’t played in years.” She’s a little intimidated by Oliver’s skill.

“Ah, this isn’t the big leagues. No one will judge you here.” He offers an outstretched hand which she hesitantly accepts. He leads her to the kids who cheer for their newest teammate.

An hour flies by as they kick the ball around. (Y/n) and Oliver argue whether tickles merit a red card or not. Oliver is a sore loser and (y/n) thinks it’s hilarious. The mother eventually takes her reluctant children home with the soccer ball. The couple decides to move to the next activity on their agenda.

They walk to a coffee shop Oliver visited once and quite liked but found it closed. That is when they realize the time. It’s much later than they anticipated and most shops have already closed for the day. They stop by the grocery store to purchase ingredients for the night.

Back at the apartment they make freshly squeezed lemonade, a beverage much appreciated after all the running they did. They drink it on the patio, looking at the cars and people below. They update each other on their lives, the news from work, the articles they read in the paper, funny anecdotes they experienced over the weeks apart.

They make a simple supper. Spaghetti with fresh basil and tomatoes made into a sauce. They set the table with a tablecloth, a candelabra, and linen napkins. They both change out of their sweaty clothes and into something a little more date appropriate.

“I must say this is quite a romantic setup.” Announces Oliver as he walks out of the bedroom now wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt. The top two buttons are undone. It’s fitting for the setting and suits him well, much better than the uptight suit and tie she first met him in.

“Bonne appétit.” She wishes, raising her lemonade. They clink their glasses and dig in. The warm glow from the candlelight, the good food and company make for a very romantic and delightful evening. They talk, sometimes about more serious topics and other times they joke around. It’s a pleasant date, (y/n) could not have asked for a better Friday night.

After cleaning the kitchen they change into more comfortable clothes and set up on the couch. (Y/n) reads a book while Oliver looks at some football stats on his computer. Sometimes they excitedly explain things to each other. Oliver, happy to see his favourite players doing well or (y/n) wishing to share a funny part of her book or a new word she’s learnt.

(Y/n) is lying on the couch, her head resting next to Oliver and her legs dangling off the armrest. Oliver massages (y/n)’s scalp as he scrolls aimlessly on his computer. The movement of his hands in her eventually makes her groggy. She curls into herself, setting her book aside.

“Sleepy?” He hums. She nods while covering her yawn. Oliver shuts his computer and bends down to plant a kiss on (y/n)’s nose. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

She raises her arms and pouts. Oliver smiles, getting up from the couch and picking her up. He carries her to the bed as (y/n) hums delighted she doesn’t have to walk.

They settle into bed, cuddling up to each other. “Goodnight my love.” Whispers Oliver.

“Goodnight.” She mumbles sleepily kissing his arm, being the closest thing to her face and she doesn’t have the energy to do more.

Oliver simply chuckles lightly. “Today was good.” He murmured. She hums in agreement. It’s the perfect start to their well-deserved weekend together after weeks apart.

#oliver wood #oliver x reader #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x fem!reader #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood x y/n #oliver imagine

68 notes · View notes

leeknowsredeyeliner · 3 years

Text

break up - choi hyunsuk

hyunsuk x fem reader x yoshi (?)

summary: you finally confront your boyfriend and get everything off your chest. how does it result into a break up?

genre: college au, break up au

word count: 3.8k+

warning: minor cussing, mention of anxiety, minor anxiety attack (passing out), mention of anxiety pills/meds, break up

note: the first sad fanfic i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoy :)

You're trembling at the sight of the audience from backstage, basically the entire university is present. Having anxiety and dreaming of becoming a performer is obviously not the best combination, you always need to have your pills ready in case of an emergency. You're completely used to performing in front of your classmates and a large crowd but they opened the theater until every seat was filled, you can barely see the people in the back.

The only thing that keeps you going is your best friend, he's always front seat at your recitals and other performances. Even when Yoshi's not physically there to cheer you on, you know he's watching from a FaceTime call with your moms. You've been best friends since freshman orientation, you've even thought you would end up together but there was someone else that caught your eye -- your current boyfriend, Hyunsuk.

Most people suspect that Yoshi's your boyfriend because he's always seen around you, but you don't blame them, it logically makes sense. Even you sometimes feel like Yoshi treats you as more than just a best friend. Hyunsuk tends to be busy on weekends which is totally understandable, you just wish he'd make the time and effort to see you perform just once. He's never been to any of your performances or recitals, you wouldn't be surprised if he was unaware of them. Your moms are concerned for your relationship but you repeatedly remind them it's no big deal to you and he's just a busy guy.

"30 seconds," one of the backstage staff whispers passing by you. You mentally prepare yourself for your last performance of the year. 'I can do this.' Is all you repeat in your mind. The only way you can survive is by searching for your silver haired best friend in the audience and he'll give you all the encouragement you need.

"You’re up," the same person from earlier whispers from beside you. You take a deep breath in and out to slightly calm down the rollercoaster of nervousness mixed with puke in your stomach. You make your way on the stage and before the song starts, you don't hesitate to distinctively skim the first row. Your eyes stop near the middle as you see Yoshi with a big smile on his face. He gives you his iconic thumbs up of motivation and the song starts.

You sing your heart out to the audience but caught yourself looking at Yoshi a bit too often. Then again, he's the only one out there that came for you. Not even your moms could make it because of how close the performance is to the holidays.

[7:09pm]

You gather your belongings from the dressing room and speed walk out of the hall. Opening the door to the main hallway, Yoshi is leaning against the wall holding a box of chocolates. You run up to him as his arms open wide, ready for you to tackle him. Your bodies clash together, pulling him into a tight hug. His head nestles into your neck as he mumbles, "You killed it as always, (Y/n)."

"Only because of you. You know I can't do anything without you around," you giggle. You both pull away from the hug then he takes your bag away from you, slinging it over his shoulder.

"What? Am I like your lucky charm?" He jokes and you both laugh but in the back of your mind you take it seriously, he technically is. Whenever he's watching over the phone, you make the slightest mistakes and just pray the audience doesn't notice. His live presence is much more comforting to you. "These are for you. I know you hate flowers because you consider them a waste of space in your apartment." He hands you the box of chocolates -- your favorite box of chocolates.

"Thank you. I'll finish these tonight. Do you wanna go for some cheesecake?" Yoshi and you celebrate after every performance with food or if he's feeling generous, he takes you out to go shopping.

"Ooh, I can't. I'm going out with Asahi and Jihoon. I'll make it up to you tomorrow though."

"There's no need to make up for it, the chocolate's enough." The two of you don't always need to celebrate with food afterwards. Maybe going back to the apartment and spending the rest of the night with Hyunsuk will be better anyway.

"You don't need a ride home?" He asks as you make your way outside of the building.

"It's across the street, I can walk." Perks of living close to the university means saving cash for food.

"Alright, you be safe. And don't forget to take your anxiety meds once he get home," he orders, throwing your bag at you. You say your goodbyes then part ways.

[7:32pm]

You unlock the door to your apartment and while taking your shoes off, you see Hyunsuk's daily pair. It seems like he casually threw them onto the floor with no care in the world. You neatly place them in an available cubby and put your shoes away in their rightful spot.

You walk into your room to see Hyunsuk passed out across the bed. You clean out your bag, putting your belongings away where they belong. While getting dressed into your house clothes, you hear movement from outside the bathroom. Walking out of the bathroom, you throw your hair up into a ponytail.

"When did you get here?" Hyunsuk asks as you join him in the kitchen.

"Around 10 minutes ago? How long have you been home for?"

"I came here straight after school. Where were you?" He casually responds, grabbing a popsicle from the freezer. "Out with Yoshi again?" He asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but maybe you're just annoyed with the words that came out his mouth. It's obvious he doesn't listen to a word you say. He really had no idea about your performance? Also, what's the reason for bringing up Yoshi in that way?

"I had my monthly performance," you bluntly say. If he really had no clue, there's no way you'd be able to tolerate his ignorance. The list of things he does that piss you off keeps growing longer and longer.

"Since when do you have monthly performances?" Your eyes follow his body moving from the kitchen to the couch. The TV flickers on and you notice his interest beginning to fade away like in any conversation you've had in the past.

"Can you please turn the TV off when we're talking?" You order him like you're his mother. Does he have even the slightest drop of respect? He treats you like his sidepiece, like you're there to entertainment him whenever he feels like it.

"Don't worry, I'm still listening," he responds with his eyes glued to the TV. His eyes haven't met yours since you've arrived.

Hyunsuk is your first boyfriend. You were never the type to date before college because the only thing occupying your mind was school. Although you started off clueless in relationships, after being with Hyunsuk for a year, you eventually learned the attributes to a toxic relationship and how certain behaviors are formed.

In the beginning, it was never like this, Hyunsuk did anything and everything just to gain your attention for more than 20 seconds, trying to win you over every day. You loved playing hard to get with him, testing his limits. One day, you gave in to him and his constant courting. The two of you became the happy couple everyone aspires to be.

"But I don't want coffee today!" You whine and jump a bit in place to show how desperate you are. "Ice cream please."

"Fine, only because I love you." The word 'no' doesn't exist in his vocabulary, at least when it comes to you. He feels bad when he sees how disappointed you get when things don't go the way you want. You and Yoshi walk through the campus on your way to the ice cream parlor nearby.

Acting like a child is a natural instinct to you. You're the youngest in the family so you were babied the most and those behaviors never faded away. You enjoy your foot to stay in the squares, never touching the lines as you walk along the sidewalks. Yoshi found your actions interesting and would sometimes copy you when he felt like it, other times he'd watch you from behind as your pace quickens.

"Do it with me," you say. It was supposed to come out as an order but the baby side of you stopped yourself. You take Yoshi's hand in yours to line him up to your speed. As you hop over each line, Yoshi walks beside you looking like a loser. "You're so lame. You owe me two ice-"

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Hyunsuk chirps from beside you, cutting you off. Hyunsuk's been convincing you to let him take you on a date for too long. Every day it's the same thing, 'How does this weekend sound?' 'Just one date.' It's not that you didn't want to go out with him, you'd actually enjoy it very much. You just want to test his patience, see how long he can last, and to what extent he'll go to.

You let go of Yoshi's hand and bring your hands to the straps of your backpack. "Uh, hi?" You act totally uninterested. You like to see him stutter and think of ways for you to say more than four words at a time.

"Did you tell Yoshi you want two ice creams? I can buy you two ice cream cones, if that's what you want." If someone is willing to buy you more than one of any kind of food, you're not passing up on that opportunity. Hyunsuk willing to pay for the food just to win you over is quite worrisome though, it's a sign of easy manipulation.

"I guess," you keep your response short.

"It's okay, dude. I can buy for (Y/n)." Yoshi says from the other side of you. He may have not gotten the message that this was a test for Hyunsuk.

"I just got paid, paying for her ice cream won't hurt," Hyunsuk throws a sassy smile at Yoshi. Hyunsuk runs in front of you to get to the ice cream parlor before you and Yoshi.

"You really got him using his money for you, huh?"

"Yup! You know, he seems to like me a lot," you state the obvious.

"Really? Hm, I don't know. To me, it seems like he doesn't even want to be around you," he sarcastically says.

"I kind of like him now," you blurt out.

"A Hyunsuk confession to me? That's a shocker." He's known about who you felt about Hyunsuk for a few days now. He was neither happy nor upset about the news, he must've seen it coming. "What? Are you finally going to answer him today?" He laughs with no idea that you've already created a plan before today.

"Um, yeah." Yoshi stops in his track but you continue to walk, not caring if he gets left behind or not. "Can you walk? I have ice cream waiting for me."

"You're going to tell him? Today?" He sounds absolutely shocked. It's hard to tell whether it's because he's afraid you'd abandon him or maybe he'll feel bad if things don't work the way you'd want.

"Is that not what I just said?" You walk back over to him and wrap your arms together. "Now, let's go."

The two of you walk over to the ice cream parlor and Hyunsuk's already waiting at a table with your two ice cream cones in hand. Yoshi orders his ice cream while you sit with Hyunsuk. "Thanks," you say as he hands you both cones.

"Yeah, no problem. I remember you always had strawberry ice cream at uni so that's what I got you," he flashes a cute smile.

"Do you not have some for yourself?" You ask and he shakes his head. A frown forms on your face, it's unfair that he's bought you dessert but left himself empty-handed. You extend your arm out and force him to take your extra ice cream cone.

"Are you free this Saturday night?" You blurt our before taking a lick of your ice cream.

Hyunsuk's taken by surprise, you're never the one to initiate any conversation that demonstrates interest but you had a sudden burst of boldness. His eyes widen and he begins to stutter, "Oh. I- Well- It's a weekend- Uh-"

You cut him off, his stuttering's cute but you want a straight up answer, "If you're not free, just tell me. We can figure out another day."

"Thursday night?"

"It's a date."

The date is what initiated your relationship, it was a new beginning as a couple and for you as an individual. By the end of the date, Hyunsuk's impatient self had asked you to be his girlfriend and you proudly said yes.

You can't put your finger exactly on when your relationship went downhill, all you know is leading up to your one year anniversary, things changed.

Hyunsuk started off sweet, caring, a whore for your attention but turned into an unsupportive and distant boyfriend. He never takes you out on random dates, walks with you to school in the morning, and most importantly, you don't sleep in the same bed anymore and if you were, there'd be a line of pillows separating you. You're the only person putting in the effort nowadays and it's tiring.

You snatch the remote from beside him and turn off the TV. "What the hell? Give me back the remote!" He slightly raises his voice but it doesn't bother you. He's done it way too many times for it to have any sort of effect you.

"Oh? You want the remote back? Here, take it." You rip the batteries out from the back and slip them into your back pocket. Mercilessly, the remote is thrown onto the couch next to him.

"What the fuck was that for?" He yells yet again. His eyes meet yours for the first time, his eyebrows furrowed and face burning red.

"I can't take this anymore! I've been taking your shit for way too long. What happened to you the past few months, huh? You are a whole 'nother person. You're not the Hyunsuk I met in literature class my freshman year," I scoff. "The old you would do anything to see me, spend time with me. Please, just tel-"

"What do you expect? People change, (Y/n)! Do you want me to stay the same for the rest of my life?" He has a point, people change but never to the extent where they begin to lose interest in their girlfriend's life.

"I expect you to act like my boyfriend! You're never there for me. I'm always at your dance recitals and soccer games but never have you been to one of mine." Your vision becomes blurry because of your teary eyes. "I- I'm so fucking tired. Tired of- of having to look in the crowd and not see my boyfriend's face. Do you know how helpless I feel up on stage? You're supposed to be my number one supporter."

"You have never mentioned your performances before. How was I supposed to know?" This is his excuse? That's the fattest lie ever made on the planet.

"What do you mean?" You raise your voice. Your voice is very unstable and so is your mind, you could break at any second. "I've been bringing it up even before we started dating. I'd tell you every month, 'I have a performance next week. Do you want me to buy you a ticket?' You always have an excuse, it always has to do with work or going out with your friends. Do you just not have time for your girlfriend?"

"No! I don't! I have a social life and I need to pay the bills. All you do is go out with that stupid Yoshi boy!" He had absolutely no business bringing him into this. Is he using Yoshi as an excuse to ignore his own girlfriend?

"Pay the bills?" You quietly say to yourself before repeating it as loud as possible, "Pay the fucking bills? Your money goes straight to drinking with your friends. I am the only one paying the bills here. Me!" His head lowers down from embarrassment because he knows he's wrong. Yes, he makes money, but where does it all go? To food and drinks with his friends the night after earning it. It's a complete waste of money and a complete waste of your time. Because of how much money he spends, you end up working night and morning shifts to earn the money that he's responsible for paying off.

"And what the hell does Yoshi have to do with this? The only reason why the two of us are together so much is because he actually makes the effort to support me. He's my best friend and you're supposed to be my boyfriend. Instead of being a jealous brat, bringing up his name in an argument that has nothing to do with him, why don't you try to act your part?" You say all in one breath.

Just then, you break down into tears. You were holding it all in for too long that the pain and frustration hit you all at once, bringing you down into a ball of tears. Your breathing was obviously uneven as you were crying but it soon became hard to breathe. Hyunsuk stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say or do. Was he supposed to comfort you or let you cry on the floor by yourself? After listening to your constant hiccuping and sobs continuing for god knows how long, he kneels in front of you.

Your cries were longer than usual and from the sound of his voice, he was concerned. "(Y/n)? Di- Did you take your pills when you got home?" You shake your head in response. This is why Yoshi is always there to remind you to take your pills, he knows you tend to forget at night.

"Okay." Hyunsuk disregards everything that's been said the past few minutes to focus on you and your health, "We're going to stand up and get you to the bed." He holds you up from your armpits, lifting you up from the floor. Once all of your weight is on your feet, nothing.

You see absolutely nothing. Pitch black.

[9:12pm]

You open your eyes to face the ceiling and stretch your arms and legs. "You're awake," a voice from beside you says.

"Yo- Yoshi. What are you doing here? What time is it? Where's Hyunsuk?" The questions flood out as you have a hard time remembering what happened to you.

"A lot of questions, huh? It's a bit past 9. Hyunsuk called me and told me about the fight you had and how you passed out. He didn't know how to handle you so he asked me to come over and help. He also didn't know how you'd feel if he was the first person you saw," he lets out a soft giggle at the end.

You forgot about your fight with Hyunsuk. Everything's coming back to you: The annoyance, the slight confusion of his words. You know if he were to walk through the door right now, you wouldn't hesitate to pounce him.

"You forgot to take your medicine when you got home, didn't you?" He breaks your train of thought. He knows you so well.

"Ho- How did you know?"

"Who's the one to call you at 7:40 every night to remind you?" He asks pulling out your phone to show you a missed call from him at exactly 7:40pm. Sometimes, you learn new things about yourself, like how high maintenance you are to the point where you need another person to remind you of what to do every single day.

"I didn't have to take my meds. I just shouldn't have went off on Hyunsuk, then this would've never happened."

Yoshi sighs and gently pats your head, "We both know it was bound to happen. There just needed to be something to trigger it." Again, he knows you so well, a bit too well.

"Can you bring him here? I want to finish my conversation from earlier." Maybe you won't pounce him, you have absolutely no energy for that. But you do need this weight to be lifted off of your shoulders.

"Only if you promise to not attack him or yell at him," he holds out his pinky. You connect your pinkies and do your quick handshake.

"Promise."

Yoshi leaves the room and shortly after, Hyunsuk walks through the door sending you a soft smile. You pat the spot next to you on the bed and he respectfully and quietly sits, waiting for you to say something.

"I think it's time," you softly say. You avoid eye contact with Hyunsuk because you knew if you were to look into his eyes, all it'd reflect is pain. Even though he wasn't the perfect boyfriend, maybe didn't even act like your boyfriend at all, he loves you and no matter how he acts, you both knew that. You never stopped loving him despite how many times he angered and tested you.

"Can we please try again? I swear I'll be the perfect boyfriend to you, (Y/n). I- I was thinking while you were asleep, looking back at the past few months. You put up with so much shit that you shouldn't have had to go through and I'm truly sorry. I want to make it up to you by making things right," he says with hope in his voice. "Please, (Y/n)." You look up at him, he genuinely is sorry. The regret and pain in his teary eyes are strong, no one could see past it.

You take a deep breath to quickly recollect your thoughts, "I'm sorry, Hyunsuk. I'm not happy in this relationship anymore. This could be the time to better ourselves." You keep it short, not wanting to hurt his feelings even more.

"I- I don't get a second chance?" A tear rolls down his face.

"I've given you more than just a second chance these past few months. Maybe in the future we'll have a chance to try again together." You still love Hyunsuk. There's no such thing as a perfect relationship, there's bound to be mistakes and obstacles in the way to drive you apart. If the two of you are truly meant to be then you'll meet again.

"Maybe," he softly says. "Or maybe it's Yoshi that should be given a chance."

84 notes · View notes

waterloou · 4 years

Text

Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb!

Oc extravaganza Saturday guidelines

Below are links/blurbs for the featured ocs this week! Go check them out!

Amreen Carr created by @emiliachrstine

Headcannons

Headcannons 2

Headcannons 3

“Stay”

Game of Survival

Fluff

Edit 1

Edit 2

Edit 3

Edit 4

Gotta love a kick ass mama to baby yoda. Her and mando and the whole family are just wholesome and cool and please go give them some love! They deserve it!

Belle Sinclair created by @lilhemmo

Multifandom Queen:

5sos:

Sunshine

Soon to be Riverdale

Background:

“her name is belle sinclair - she was kind of a tom boy growing up, but her brother died when she started high school. he died while she was driving him home from a new years eve date and he was drunk so he was distracting her, but then they got t-boned by another drunk driver. however, her whole family blames her for his death and she has extreme survivors guilt.”

“she's a sunshine, little sun drop, sunflower! she's really kind and very forgiving and a people pleaser”

Go show her some love!

Billy Holmes created by @humangrumpycat

Introduction

Mythology moodboard

Playlist

Billy cackles, turning his chair to face an irritated Sweet Pea.

'I'm sorry,' Billy wheezes, wiping the tears from his face.

'You saw some dude spray paint a wall, and when you threatened him, he pulled a gun on you?' he asks, his lips pressed in an attempt to stop laughing.

'Yes,' Sweet Pea grits through his teeth.

'That's the best thing I've heard all week,' Billy smiles. 'Thank you for telling me this.'

Sweet Pea clenches his jaw, taking a deep breath.

'It's not funny,' he hisses.

'It was, though,' Phoenix snickers. 'You should've seen his face,' he says to Billy. 'Dude pulled out an M1911A1.'

'Holy shit,' Billy gasps.

'He pulled out a what?' Fangs asks.

'Colt .45,' Billy explains, followed by Fangs nodding.

'How would you know?' Sweet Pea asks Phoenix. 'You weren't even there.'

'I was right across the street, leaving the candle shop,' he answers.

'Why were you at the candle shop?' Fangs scoffs.

'Buying candles,' Phoenix comments, raising the bag on eye-level. 'I thought that was pretty obvious.'

'Can we focus on my problem?' Sweet Pea interrupts. 'And how I need to take care of it?'

'"Take care of it"?' Billy mocks.

'You got something for me?' Sweet Pea asks, nodding to the closet to his left.

'Oh, NOW you want a new weapon?' Billy scoffs. 'I've been telling you that for years now. I mean, I get the nostalgia bullshit. But like I said: we're big guys, and big guys need big weapons or it'll just look weird.'

'Like he's holding a toothpick,' Phoenix adds, followed by both Phoenix and Billy nodding at each other.

'Shut up, Phoenix, I don't see you carrying a machete around.'

'Don't I?' Phoenix smirks, opening his jacket to show a machete strapped on the inside.

'What the-' Fangs gasps. 'How-'

'Gem sewed in the straps for me,' Phoenix explains with the widest grin.

'So, can you get me something new?' Sweet Pea asks, growing more impatient by the minute.

'I might could,' Billy says. 'But not tonight.'

Both Fangs and Sweet Pea throw up their hands.

'I'm sure y'all can beat him up tomorrow, and I'd love to join,' Billy comments. 'But it's Tequila Tuesday at the LOVE Club downtown, and I'm meeting Ace, Spades, and Snow White in ten, so I'll be a wreck tomorrow.'

'Can I join?' Phoenix begs. 'I can dump my shit at Viper's on the way.'

'Got your fake ID?'

'Always,' Phoenix answers.

'Why the LOVE Club, by the way?' Phoenix asks. 'Don't we normally go to The Maple Leaf?'

'Well,' Billy smirks. 'There's this pretty blonde who sings there every Tuesday, and we've had some "eye-contact" for the last couple of weeks.'

'You mean, real-life Disney princess? Nice!' he chants.

'Also, The Maple Leaf's starting to attract more Ghoulies, and we don't need that shit,' Billy mentions.

Billy is a great bad boy. He’s hilarious, resourceful and it’s just extremely easy to like. Go give him some love!

Oli Parker created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

Introduction

About ramble

Summer Camp AU

This boy is a hardworking, wholesome, compassionate ray of sunshine! Go give him some love!

Rhett Butler created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Question

The common room of the boys dormitories was a ghost-town during this time of the night. Usually it was alive with haughty Stonewall Prep males, bragging about the colleges their showboat parents bought their way into, laughing at crude jokes and arguing loudly about theory and theology. Now though, in the late hours of the night after the RA’s were done skulking around the hallways with citations in hand, it was almost peaceful. Rhett Butler liked to sneak out of his dorm room and sit at the piano, basked in the milky color of the moonlight as it streamed in through the large, glass-paned windows. The high archways and ceilings made the soft tinkling of the piano keys sound like they filled the air around him and tucked themselves into every corner. He liked the emptiness of it all, how serene it could be to take comfort in his own loneliness. Rhett would wait until after lights out, way after the final few night owls broke themselves away from their studies, and would tiptoe out into the common room with his composition book in hand, jotting down music notes and time signatures while still trying his best to be quiet. A big anthology of British Literature is wedged in the doorframe, with Rhett trying his best to close himself away to conceal the noise. He’s too busy tinkering away at his next assignment for music class that he doesn’t hear the quiet thunk of the anthology hitting the parquet floor as someone slipped into the room with him.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice pipes up from behind Rhett’s left shoulder, nearly scaring him out of his wits as he jumps, slamming the piano case down hard onto the keyboard.

“Holy hell” He chuckles, trying his best to recover and even out his breathing. His spindly fingers are shaking as he turns around to see the new scholarship student, Bianca something, in her pajamas, her curly hair dented and pressed from where her head pressed into her pillow.

Rhett had seen her around before, he sat in on the advanced writing seminar on the right day, he guessed, because he heard the girl make a snarky remark to that asshole Bret. It cost her an after-school detention but she gained Rhett’s respect immediately, and he had been intrigued by her ever since. Everyone knew about the scholarship kids, it was kind of hard not to. There were only a handful of them, a losers club of their own. But most of them kept their heads down and cowered at the taunts being thrown by their snooty classmates, making remarks about their thrifted textbooks and not-so-pristine school uniforms. Not this girl, though; it was a strange twist of fate, how he had wondered about her and now she was here.

“You know what time it is?” She asks with a raised eyebrow that doesn’t seem malicious, but Rhett doesn’t know how to take it.

Rhett palms the top of the upright piano until he finds where he tossed his phone, he clicks the home button, 3:13 am. “The witching hour” He muses, running a hand though his hair.

“Are you the one who’s always out here?” She asks again with that same hint of mischief. “That girl Donna’s convinced a bunch of freshman that there’s a ghost.”

“S’just me” Rhett mumbles, feeling embarrassed at the idea that his late-night musicalities weren’t as secret as he thought.

The girl walks across the room and sits on the other side of the piano bench next to Rhett. There was a funny sort of confidence she had, giving him an all-teeth smile as she says “So you’re the ghost”. Rhett smiles, excitement brewing in his stomach.

“Name’s Rhett Butler” He offers his skinny hand for the girl to shake and she does.

Gotta love a good, malnourished, take no bs academic boy. And he’s musically talented??? King. Give him some love!

#oc community #ocextravaganzasaturday #ocappreciation #friends ocs #star wars oc #riverdale oc #5sos oc #5sos #riverdale #star wars #oc: amreen carr #oc: rhett butler #oc: billy holmes #oc: oli parker #oc: belle sinclair

19 notes · View notes