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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez reacting to the other members not liking their s/o (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K7.

❦ Requested: Omg yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

It's been 3 weeks since your altercation with the boys. You didn't talk to your boyfriend yet and he was really sad. He was trying to call you every day at least once, but your phone rang one time and the voicemail welcomed him. You were the only one he wanted to talk with right now. And he wanted to fix this situation as well. "Hyung, do you want to play with-" started San, handing the console remote to him. Still angry at them, he didn't bother to glance or reply neither. He just slammed the door's room loudly. "Us." Finished San. "He's still mad." Declared Yeosang. "Congrats Genius. You found this deduction by yourself?" Asked San, ironically. Yeosang ignored his comment and took his phone. "Where's Y/N working already?" "I don't know. In a café or something." "Where?" "Itaewon." "Okay then put some pants on." "What? Why?" "Wow Sherlock." Replied Yeosang in the same tone San used later. "We are going to apologize to her. Hongjoong was obviously happier with her." "And he didn't have this serial killer look." "Let's go." Claimed Yeosang.

The 2 boys entered at least 16 cafés to find where you were working. They were about to give up when San spotted you, cleaning a table under the terrace. "Y/N! Y/N!" Yelled San, running crazily. You thought that you were dreaming when you saw these 2. It almost felt unreal since they never gave you attention. "What is happening? Are you guys, okay?" "We are really sorry Y/N." They both bowed respectfully. "We had wrong assumptions about you. We are really ashamed of ourselves." Continued Yeosang. "You were not taking advantage of Hongjoong Hyung. But in fact, you made him happier." You felt bad to know that your boyfriend was sad because of this situation. "It's okay..." you smiled nervously. "I guess that you wanted to protect him." Yeosang and San nodded. They were really sorry. "Lift your head boys. We are fine now." "There's a last person you need to be fine with." Added Yeosang. San and you stared at him weirdly. He pointed at the other side of the street, where Hongjoong was smiling at the warming scene. San, completely unaware of this plan, whispered to Yeosang: "how did you planned this? And when?" "You know how long you take to put a pant on?" "Are you a genius?" "Why are you surprised?" Replied Yeosang. While they were talking about their strategy, you asked your manager, 15 minutes break and ran to your boyfriend. His arms were open, waiting for you. "Mission accomplished." Declared San happily. "Congrats Partner."

SEONGHWA

Just when the rest of the group entered the room, Seonghwa was waiting for them with a wide smile. "What is going on? And why are you smiling like that?" Asked Wooyoung. "Yeah. It's scary." Whispered San. "Well boys..." he started. "We have a guest tonight." "A guest? Your mom?" Hongjoong freaked out a bit. Judging that it was the best moment to appear, you came out of the kitchen, an awkward smile on your face. "Hello." You waved nervously. You saw all of their faces darkened at the moment they saw you. "What is she doing here Hyung?" Asked Jongho. "She came here to talk and to arrange the situation." Replied Seonghwa. "But who said that we wanted to talk to her?" Sighed Mingi. "Guys." You tried to interpose, but Seonghwa stopped you. "Let's talk comfortably in the kitchen." He smiled. Even if the boys were reticent, they walked one by one to the kitchen. All of them, taking an empty seat, except San who decided to seat on the counter. Seonghwa and you sat at the end of the table like 2 serial killers waiting for the justice. "I wanted to know why you hate Y/N so much." Started Seonghwa. "I'm sorry if I did something bad." You apologized. "But I would appreciate if you were honest with me instead of being so cold." "How are we supposed to act with you when we know you are just taking advantage of him?" Asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa raised a brow, "taking advantage of me?" "Yeah. She appeared right when we were rising in the charts and stuff like that." You stared at Seonghwa, who was still looking at you. You both busted in laughter. "They thought you were the one asking me out." Laughed Seonghwa. All the boys were confused. "I was the one insisting to date her. I was practically stalking her." "Creep." You whispered. "She had like no interest in me." "Yeah. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Rien. Nieten. Que Tchi. Walou.*" You added. "Hey." "Sorry." "So, you are telling us that we were wrong since-" "The beginning." "She was my prey. And I was the hunter." Smirked your boyfriend. "Seems like we had a misunderstood." Admitted Hongjoong. "Yeah. Seems like." "Can you be friendly with Y/N now?" They all nodded and apologized once again. "Cool! Now should we goo at the restaurant?" "Heck yeah! I could eat a whole bear!" Claimed Yunho. "Babe, do you want to come?" "Yeah sure." You finally accepted, not scared anymore to ruin the mood.

*Nada, Rien, Nieten, Que tchi, Walou: expression to say “nothing” in severals languages.

YUNHO

Your boyfriend was feeling down. He was working for his first k-dramas. he should be happy and in a good mood. But instead, he was simply acting well in front of the cameras and was almost depressed backstage. It wasn't right and you didn't like this at all. The rest of the members were trying to talk to him. In vain, he was simply ignoring them or spending most of the time at your apartment. This behavior would not help to solve this situation. Removing all of your bad thoughts, you planned a quick visit to the other members; especially Mingi and Wooyoung. ["What are you doing today babe?"] You sent a text to your boyfriend, praying that his schedule hasn't changed. ["I'm filming. My break is over in 10 minutes :(. Do you miss me?"] He replied. ["Always haha. Have fun filming too."] Now that you were sure that Yunho won't interfere in your plan, you paid your taxi and get straight to the building. You decided to use the stairs so you wouldn't have more time to think of a strategy. Just right when you entered the hallway, Wooyoung and Mingi were closing the door. For a quick second, the thought of running away settled in your mind. But Yunho's health and spirit were the most important things right now. "Hi." You greeted them. "Hello?" Started Mingi. "Yunho isn't there, he's-" "I came to talk with both of you actually." You said. "Yunho explained what happened 2 weeks ago." "Yeah sure." Growled Wooyoung. "I think it would be easier for us to get along if you tell me what is going on. What did I do wrong?" You asked. "We know you with another guy." Declared Mingi. "And you seemed close enough to hug for at least 2 long minutes." "Listen Y/N, we just don't want Yunho to suffer so we didn't tell him yet that you were seeing someone else." "Are you talking about this tall guy, with a lot of tattoos?" You raised a brow. They both nodded, reminding exactly every detail. "That's my cousin. He moved in Mexico. For his work. So yeah." You sighed. "I hug my family." Wooyoung and Mingi were looking at you dumbly. "Well... what a useless situation." You admitted. Wooyoung ran his hand through his hair and stepped forward you. "I guess you deserve apologies." "Instead of this, can we make a deal?" You offered. "Sure." "Let's get along." You handed both of your hands to each of them." "Deal." Mingi shook your hand, quickly followed by Wooyoung. Before leaving, you asked one last thing.

["Guess who's going to have a dinner with us tomorrow?"] Yunho instantly called you, wondering how you managed to take a selfie with his friends. ["I'm so happy that I could combust right now! How you managed to do this!"] ["Anything for my man!"]

YEOSANG

"Yeosang wait!" You followed him in the hallway. "I want to be alone for now." He replied, opening an empty backstage room. "But you just can't run away like that!" You held his wrist. "Y/N." "We can fix this. Or just at least try to live without them hating me." "I do not think they are ready to do that." Yeosang gently pushed your hand and entered the dark room. Before you could say anything else, he slammed the door in front of you. A quick and loud noise made you realize that he locked the door. Knowing that being loud or begging your boyfriend to open wouldn't help, you decided to fix the problem by yourself. "Okay! If you prefer to stay here and hide, then FINE! I'll handle it!" You gave a quick kick on the door and walked back on your previous step. "What a baby..." Without knocking, you opened ATEEZ' backstage room. They were all gathered around Hongjoong, probably claiming how much they hate you. "I have many things to say guys." You started. "And one by one." They were all looking at you as an alien who just came from another planet. "I'll start by you Kim Hongjoong! As a leader, you should be comprehensive and try to fix things which could hurt any members!" "Y-Y/N." "And you Park Seonghwa! Yeosang told me that you were the nicest here, but I only saw a rude and cold guy! I'm really disappointed." "Please-" "Yunho and Mingi." You sighed, putting your hands over your hips. "You were the first one who were nice with me. But something made you change your mind and you both kept hurting my feeling. Especially when you leave every room I enter." You said angrily. Both of them bent their head, feeling guilty. "Oh, and this trio!" You pointed at San, Wooyoung and Jongho. "I would appreciate if you could stop looking at me like you are looking at a trash. Surprise! It hurts my feelings too! Because YEAH! I have feelings!" You almost screamed. "So, tell me NOW, why you hate me so DAMN MUCH?!" A long silence settled after your monologue. The boys were looking at each other, waiting for one to talk. Hongjoong as a good leader, stepped forward. "We are sorry Y/N." They all bowed to you. You had no idea that your words would affect them that much. "Ah... Huh-Okay." You scratched your arm. "After Yeosang quick departure, we talked a bit about our behavior, and we concluded that we have zero reason to dislike you." Explained Hongjoong. "Let's trying to get along." Said Hongjoong. "For Yeosang." You accepted. "It might be hard for us because you were really not into our heart." Added Seonghwa. "Yeah, don't worry y'all made it clear." "But if you are important to Yeosang, then you are important for us." He said, smiling warmly. "Thank you. I truly appreciate that." You bowed back politely. "Now we just need to get Yeosang out of the room."

SAN

Seongwa entered the kitchen. He was surprised to see San and Wooyoung actually sitting at the same table. San was eating his cereal and Wooyoung was scrolling on his phone. It almost felt like a random and good day. Until Seonghwa asked: "You are finally getting along again? It's a good thing!" San sighed, "why should I get alone with this guy?" "Oh no..." "Just ignore me like you used to do. I'm fine with it." Said Wooyoung, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I should have stayed quiet." Whispered Seonghwa. "Exactly like him. He should have shut his mouth." Replied San, leaving the room, bowl in his hand. "I said that to help you!" He shouted. "Jung Wooyoung." Called Seonghwa seriously. "You should fix it." "Me? Why? It's him which was dating this girl! And you weren't liking her too, right?" "Yeah, but have you seen San these days? He's barely smiling or talking to us." He replied. "You need to fix this. And today." "Today?! Hyung! Come on." Growled Wooyooung. "Not my problem." Honestly, this task wasn't helping Wooyoung to like you, but he needed to do or at least try something for his friend.

That's why, now, he was waiting at the restaurant next to your college. You said that you would show up, but he wasn't sure about that. Until, you sat, in front of him. "Hello?" He greeted you. "Hi." "Okay... I'll be totally sincere and straightforward with you." "As you always do." Wooyoung was surprised by your attitude. But in a good way. "I don't like you because I'm pretty sure you take advantage of my friend." You sneered. "How many times do I need to tell you that I don't give- that I don't care about his career." "What if he was an employee or a technician?" Asked Wooyoung. "Do you date people for their image? I'm not like that. I don't date him because he's an idol. I just love him. For his personality, his kindness. Everything that made San, our San." "You love him?" Said Wooyoung, surprised. "Yeah, of course I do." I thought it wasn't serious at all yet." "Well maybe if you tried to talk more and sooner with him or me, you'll know." "If you us to get along, you should be nicer." "And you, less rude." Wooyoung rubbed his forehead. You were stubborn as him. "How can we get along?" "Are you free right now?" "Huh, yeah?" "Cool. Let's hanging out without beating each other." You offered. "A-Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asked, not convinced. "Well, San, always says that people get closer around-" "A good meal." Finished Wooyoung. "Cool then let me call the waiter." You paused. "But you pay." "Argh... this woman." Sighed Wooyoung.

MINGI

Hongjoong sighed when he saw Mingi, eyes glued on his phone. It's been 2 weeks and still no sign of you. You declined all of his calls, ignored his messages even on social media and obviously you were not sleeping in your apartment anymore. "Mingi, your view is going to be terrible if you don't leave this damn phone." Scolded Hongjoong. The tall boy gave him a dark look. "My view would be fine if you've learned Y/N better. Instead of judging her." Seonghwa growled next do the leader. "Here we go again." Mingi rolled his eyes, still pissed by this behavior. "Yeah, here we go again." He repeated. "It will be like that until Y/N accept to talk to me again. Or just listen to me." "Why does it matter so much?" Asked Seonghwa. "Because she's the one. Why? I don't know. I just feel it. She's the only one I need." Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a quick, guilty glance. "Y'all decided that she wasn't made for me because of a stupid "instinct". Mingi air quoted. "We are trying to help you. We know how sensitive you are." Declared Hongjoong. "Then why do you need to put me in this situation? You are the only ones who are hurting me right now." He finished, plopping angrily on the sofa. The 2 boys remained quiet for a second, looking at each other. Finally, Seonghwa asked: "Okay so how can we help you?" Mingi smirked, when he finally heard those magical worlds. It was exactly what he wanted since these past weeks. "Okay call everyone here." He ordered.

You were sadly applying your night cream on your face. Since your break-up with Mingi, your skin decided to be terrible dry and itchy. You were the worst. Tired of this situation, you buried your face on your arms. You shivered a little when your forehead touched the cold surface. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby I think I wanna marry you!"* You didn't need to hear it twice to recognize Mingi's voice. Not believing that he did something like this, you rushed to the window. At your big surprise, he wasn't alone. The other members were there too: Hongjoong was holding the phone and speaker, while the rest of the group was holding a sheet of paper saying, "Can you forgive us?" But Yeosang was holding the quote mark in the wrong side. "Song Mingi! Are you crazy!" "Crazy of you!" The members gagged behind him. "We all want to apologize for treating you this way." Claimed Yunho, louder than the music. You were affected by this effort. They all realized that you were not a bad person. "If you accept our apologies than come here so we can have a discussion." Declared Seonghwa, speaking for the whole group. "Got it, I'm coming. Do y'all need snacks?" They all yelled and shouted an incredible about of snacks' brands in only few seconds. Mingi winked at you. Your kindness got them. And food too.

*Song reference: Marry You by Bruno Mars.

WOOYOUNG

Your roommate entered the library again. She couldn't help but to let out a quick sigh when she saw you: your head buried behind a ton of books, which didn't seem interesting. "You didn't move since I left this morning." She sat in front of you. "I need to pass this exam." "You could have at least answered to your phone. I wanted to have a lunch with you." "I forgot my phone." You shrugged. "Did you really forget your phone?" She raised a brow. "Or you made sure to let it on your bed? To avoid texting Wooyoung?" "Study is the only thing that keep me away from my problems." You sighed. "You should confront your problems." Advised your roommate. "I can't. Nobody can force someone to like them." "It's not true. You can do it." She replied. "Meg...." you rubbed your nose. "Even if I want to. I can't." Your roommate opened her mouth to prove you the opposite, but finally she decided to stay quiet and open her books instead. This silence lasted only 30 minutes before someone tapped your shoulders. "Ye- Yunho?!" You freaked out. "Hi." He scratched his head, embarrassed. "Is everything okay? Wooyoung is sick? And how did you manage to find me?" "I'll let you talk in peace. I have my science lesson anyway." Said Megan, burying her books in her bag, before leaving." "See you later Y/N." "Is everything okay?" You repeated. "Yeah, don't worry. Wooyoung is fine." You sighed in relief. "Fine but sad though. He's missing you." "I do too but... I don't want to interfere with his career. I got it. It's important for you and the rest of the members as well." You claimed, sadly. "It is. But we only thought about the group and our success." He added. "It's a complete selfish behavior." "It's okay." You smiled nervously. "You wanted the best for the group." "I can understand if you don't want to forgive us, but we are truly sorry." "For Wooyoung, we should try to get along. And to find the right way to move on." Yunho nodded, happy that you didn't plan a revenge. "So... you are the one who decided to come here? So brave." "Hm... honestly, we are all here except Wooyoung. But I'm the only one who succeeded to jump the gate. "W-Who what?" "If you hear security guard running here than we should run too." "The heck-"

JONGHO

"I can't believe we hide ourselves for 3 hours now." You complained, shoving your hand in a pack of candies. "What do you want to do? Confront them?" You raised a brow, "yeah! We should." "Come on Y/N, we don't even know why they don't like you." "That's why we should open the door, enter the living-room and ask all of them." Jongho sighed, "Y/N." "Jongho." A long eye-contact battle started between both of you. The one who is going to blink will be the winner. "I won't give up." You said. "And I won't give up too." Your eyes started to feel dry and itchy when a loud knock resonated in the whole room. "Jongho, Y/N. Come in the living room please." Requested Yunho." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. Your boyfriend gulped and your hands became moist. "We are coming Hyung." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. "Why do you want to talk about?" Asked Hongjoong, sitting next to the coffee table. "You asked if we had a particular hate toward Y/N." Replied San. "And yeah, a bit." "At least that's straightforward." You whispered. "Can I know why?" "Well, you made Jongho cry just after 5 days of relationship." The maknae facepalmed and blushed at the same time. "I what? You cried?!" You looked at your boyfriend shocked. "Yeah... it was our first argument. You were really really really mad, and I was so nervous! I was having a mental breakdown and it just happened." He explained. "Only 5 days of relationship." Repeated Yeosang. "So how he would be after 2 years? Depressed?" "Argh no! Of course not. And that's not my intention." You tried to justify yourself. "And an argument is normal for a couple..." "Even after 5 days?" "Seonghwa Hyung..." whispered Jongho. "Yes, it is!" You raised your voice. "You'll understand when you'll get someone in your life." "Y/N." Called Jongho. "I really like Jongho. I don't want to hurt him." You started. "Yes, we have arguments, yes, we cry, yes we ghost each other for few hours or even days. BUT! We will always be going through it." You held Jongho's hand in yours. "Right?" He nodded, completely agreeing with you. "So... I know y'all won’t change your mind instantly, but I'm ready to wait that you give me a chance." You stood up. "here are you going?" Asked Jongho. "Going back home. Maybe you should have a talk with them. "Yeah. We need to gather and explain this situation." Acquiesced Jongho. "See." You winked. "I'll come back tomorrow don't worry." "Okay then." "Thank you for having a talk with us." You thanked the boys. "I really hope you can see me as someone who only wants Jongho's happiness." "We do." Smiled Wooyoung.

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 9 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 2,109

warnings/notes: im so sorry for the delayed update!! midterms have been kicking my ass. anyway. only one part left!

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The second that the words left Oikawa’s mouth, he was paralyzed. He hadn’t expected to say it. His eyes were wide, skin flushed and mouth agape. Surprise and regret immediately masked his anger.

He couldn’t even move as you turned and left.

Let’s paint the picture, shall we? You, a girl who still had an incredible amount of love for your ex boyfriend to the extent that you were comfortable being the mistress in his affair. Kageyama, said ex boyfriend who still had a lot of unresolved feelings for you to the point where he had considered (on more than one account) disregarding his entire upcoming wedding. And Oikawa, your best friend and fuck buddy for the past five plus years who had just accidentally revealed that he was, in fact, in love with you.

Let’s just say that you walked a lot that day.

You walked through the city until the sky turned dark. You walked along the neon lights, through the park, and back into the city streets. You walked near the water, you walked past hundreds of people. It was incredibly melodramatic.

It wasn’t until you realized that you were actually tired, and your feet hurt, that you sat on a bench. It was pretty secluded. The bench sat facing the water, the city behind it, and you did nothing but sit.

A body sat beside yours, on the complete opposite side of the bench with as much space as possible between you. You almost giggled to yourself, despite everything.

“Hey.” The person spoke, and you knew who it was. There was only one person on the face of the earth that would take it upon themselves to be that respectful to sit on the opposite side of the bench you were sitting alone at, at night.

“Hey, Hinata.” You looked up at him. He’d grown a lot since high school.

“You found my bench.”

“Your bench?”

He chuckled, making you smile. “No, not my bench. But the bench I like to sit at when I have a lot to think about.”

“So, you would sit and think about volleyball on this bench?”

“Yeah.” He smiled brightly. There’s something about Shoyo Hinata that made it impossible not to smile. “It’s really pretty here. And there’s a lot of good food behind us.”

You turned back to the water, eyes scanning for answers.

“I’m still in love with Kageyama.” You told him.

“I know.”

“And Oikawa just told me that he was in love with me.”

“Wait, really? Finally!” He stopped himself. “I mean. I knew that, too.”

“Does everyone tell you everything?”

“Yeah, usually.” He moved a little bit closer, but not by much. “If you think you know someone’s secrets, I’m sure I already know about it.”

“Even Tsuki?”

“You mean how Hana cheated on him with Kageyama and now you are going to the wedding with him, him being Tsuki, to make them both jealous?”

“Damn. You’re insane.”

“Nah, I’m just a short stack of secrets.”

Another bubble of laughter.

“You don’t plan to ruin the wedding, do you?” Hinata asked.

You shook your head. “No, no. We aren’t monsters. We just want to make the two of them shake in their boots a bit. There’s way too much money being spent for us to ruin the wedding. Besides, I would somehow end up being the one sending out apology letters to family and friends for coming.”

“Yeah that would be embarrassing.”

The wedding was the next day.

You didn’t go to the rehearsal, and even took it upon yourself to stay the night at Tsukishima’s.

When you arrived at his door with a bag (that you quickly snatched of necessities from Kageyama and Hana’s), Tsuki just opened the door and simply asked you to join him in watching a murder mystery podcast. You accepted.

“Why can’t I wear a fucking suit?” You complained as you shoved yourself into the nicest dress you owned. It was beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and hugged you in exactly the right places. You just hated the process of getting ready.

“Because you look great in that dress. Now hurry up because we don’t want to be the only ones late.”

You left Tsuki’s bathroom in full glam.

You watched Tsuki’s eyes shift from your chest to your eyes. You smirked. “I guess the dress works.”

“It definitely works.” Tsuki rolled his eyes, bringing his arm up for you. You linked your arm through.

“You guys have fun!!” Yamaguchi called from the living room. You waved as you walked by. “Holy shit, you guys look likes gods.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss.” You said.

“You’ve obviously never talked to him.” Tsuki scoffed. “We’ll be back later. Or, at least, I will be.”

“Don’t die. And don’t kill anyone!”

“No promises.”

Tobio Kageyama always thought that on his wedding day, you would be the one walking down the aisle in white.

He would never admit it; but to be completely honest, he had thought about it a lot during the duration of your relationship. He had imagined standing at the end of the aisle and you walking down, and kissing you as man and wife. It was a stupid imagination for a high school relationship, but he did imagine it.

He watched as you walked into the building by yourself. He was greeting everyone, welcoming them before the wedding and telling the women where to find Hana in her dressing room.

You were absolutely stunning in the most brilliant red dress he had ever seen. The wedding was white and blue, and you stood out in the most amazing way he had ever witnessed.

Kageyama couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you turn to the door, where Tsukishima just entered. His stomach churns when he sees you greet him with a hug and the two of you laugh at something Tsukishima said. And he hates how evidently the man is your date.

He has to physically stop himself from chasing after you when you pull Tsuki by the hand and drag him through the sea of bodies to where a few members of the old volleyball team are (ie Hinata, Daichi, Suga, and Noya).

His heart leaps violently against the bones of his chest when a thought floods into his mind. The thought that you were with Tsukishima, the thought that you knew of everything that happened since you’ve been gone.

He felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

You kept yourself at Tsuki’s side the entire time.

There was a little get together before the actual wedding. Everyone just stood around and chatted with everyone that they only get to see once a year, greeting the groom and making him more nervous. After a bit, it would be time to sit down and watch the ceremony.

The thought made you want to eat dirt.

Tsuki put his hand on your waist and you looked up at him. The two of you were still in the middle of talking to the old volleyball boys, Hinata talking about his travels.

“He can’t take his eyes off of you.” Tsuki muttered into your hair. It wasn’t unnoticed by Daichi and Suga, who just exchanged a look (as they always seemed to be all knowing).

“Just wait until Hana gets her eyes on you.” You lean into his side. “She won’t make it down the aisle.”

He chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, feeling the eyes of Kageyama on your back.

“The man of the hour.” Daichi spoke up.

Kageyama appeared beside you. Tsuki’s hand stayed on your waist.

“How are you feeling?” Suga asked, eyes shifting between you and him. You could swear he knew more than you could ever imagine.

“Good, good.” Kageyama plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just nervous.”

“Well that’s normal.”

“Can I borrow her for a second?” Kageyama turned to Tsukishima. You blinked. “I just have to talk to her for a second.”

“Yeah.” Tsuki let go of your waist. He sent you a look, basically telling you to fuck the shit outta him in the broom closet.

“I’ll be right back!” you sent them a smile.

Kageyama looked absolutely delicious in his suit. Black, with a little bit of blue accents throughout. It brought out his eyes. You couldn’t focus as you followed him to an empty room.

“Hey.”

“If you have something you have to say, you could’ve said it out there.”

“No I.” I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I should just leave with you right now and run away and get married and live in a forest. I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Instead, “What are you doing here with Tsukishima?”

“What do you mean? He’s my date.” You shrugged.

“Yes. But why?”

“You expected me to come to your wedding by myself?” You blinked. “Or, rather, you expected Tsuki to come by his lonesome?”

“No, I…”

“That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think Kags?” You felt anger rising in your chest. “To think that I can’t have a date to a wedding when you’re literally getting married.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You were exasperated. “It’s incredibly clear how you think of me, Kageyama. But as for someone who will never be loved by anyone, it’s nice to go to a wedding with…”

“You’re loved by me!”

It was the first time in Kageyama’s life where he truly understood what earth-shattering silence was. It was deafening and loud; too loud. He stood there motionless as the howling of his blood pumping in his head, his heartbeat inside his chest. You were silent.

His world seemed to have stopped the second he had said those words to you. The moment those words left his lips, he wished to take them back. Not because they were lies, but because it was the first time he had said them in the most honest way possible.

You shook your head.

You shook your head and Kageyama’s world shattered. He knew that he had hurt you, over and over and time and time again. But he had done it. He had hurt you to the point that you would simply shake your head at the confession of his love.

Whatever was left of whatever the hell was still there was gone.

“Kags,” You closed your eyes. “You don’t. I’m not.”

“I do.” He reached for your hand. You backed away.

“Me and Tsuki coming to your wedding together was not to get you to tell me that you love me.” You were muttering. You were babbling. You couldn’t do this. “It was to get you jealous, yes, but.. not this. Maybe rile you up. Get Hana to admit her bullshit for sure. But not… not this.”

“I…”

“You are getting married today.” You reminded him. “To Hana. You’re getting married to her. Today. And I cannot do another confession like that.”

“Who else has confessed to you?”

“Oikawa.” You said before you could think.

“Tooru Oikawa told you that he was in love with you?” Kageyama laughed as though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. You basically heard your heart break.

“See? That right there?” You headed for the door. “That’s why you can’t possibly be in love with me. You’re so fucking convinced that I can’t be loved by anyone because I fucking moved away in high school. Jesus, Kageyama, get over it!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He was literally wiping tears from his face. “It’s just. I knew it. I fucking knew it.” He stopped when he seen your face. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Seriously fuck you.” You moved to open the door to go back to your date and get ready for the ceremony. Because this was for Tsuki, not you.

You started to walk out, but turned to him with a glance over your shoulder. “By the way, I’ve been in love with you for years. This shouldn’t be new information.”

You didn’t stay to gauge his reaction.

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lupinblacktheone · 3 years

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"So, I was thinking": a modern college!AU:

Johnny is bored. He has already finished all of his crosswords; all of his friends are busy minding their own business and won't pick up their phones.

Classes won't begin until next Monday. Johnny arrived at his dorm last night and he doesn't know when his roommate will be there. All he knows about this person is his name: LaRusso, Daniel.

Wondering about this mysterious boy could set Johnny free from his boredom. Is he a nerd? Or a drama kid? Johnny hopes he won't sing all the time. Of course he likes music (who doesn't?), but musicals... he isn't ready for them yet.

It would be nice to have some common likings with him. Maybe horror movies or breakfast for dinner (well, Johnny is so broke that he eats it for all meals, basically).

Remembering the old times, which weren't good, not at all, tugs at Johnny's heartstrings. He doesn't miss arguing with his parents all the time, but he certainly liked not having to iron his clothes himself. And he misses messing around with Tommy, Jimmy, Bobby and Dutch after school.

Oh, and Karate! Johnny misses it so much that it hurts. He couldn't find a Karate club to join (is this a thing? In Johnny's opinion, it should be. There are clubs for everything in this campus. If he can't find one, he'll form one). Maybe he can practice with Daniel and he could be the second member of the Karate club.

"Hello! I'm Daniel!"

Johnny stares at the boy. He's short, dark-haired and has round brown eyes.

"Johnny", the blond boy gets up, approaches Daniel and shakes his hand. "Can I help you unpacking?"

"Please", Daniel sighs and rubs his neck. "My mother just dropped me off and turned the car around. I barely had time to say goodbye. Can you believe it? I think she wants to rent my room while I'm gone, but I don't think I'll be going home anytime soon. How about you?"

Obviously, the first thing Johnny learns about Daniel is: he's a chatterbox. Second thing: he's from Jersey. He lives with his mother and would love to learn martial arts, but her mother wouldn’t let him because she’s afraid he will get hurt.

"I know Karate", Johnny confesses with a little smile.

***

Sometimes, Johnny regrets having told Daniel about his passion for Karate, because the kid didn't stop begging Johnny for some classes until he finally gave up.

Their dorm is too small and they would destroy it sparring there, so Johnny decides to have the class outside, behind the gym. Daniel said he would meet Johnny there after dinner (and yes, Daniel also has breakfast for all meals, since he is just as broke as Johnny).

December is on the way, so Johnny is wearing as much sweaters as he can (including his Cobra Kai jacket). He leans his back against the red brick wall and puts a cigarette between his lips.

Daniel shows up some minutes later, carrying a heavy messenger bag on his shoulder and wrapped in hoodies and coats (he has lots of cool hoodies; Johnny loves to borrow them and he is using the baseball one right now).

"Ugh", Daniel puts the bag down, massaging his shoulder.

"Are you ok?", Johnny asks with a worried look on his face.

"Perfect. Let's do this."

They get on fighting positions and spar for a while. When they get tired, they walk back to their room, peacefully talking about the day.

"Let me carry this for you", Johnny picks the messenger bag, even though Daniel has already bent to pull it.

He places it over his shoulder and Daniel walks beside him, ranting about his lame Calculus professor.

"I couldn't convince Mrs. Warter to postpone the paper's due date", Johnny complains when Daniel asks about his day. "I'll be lucky if I get a C on it."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Yes, please, he almost answers. Johnny enjoys having Daniel around. They don't have many common likings besides Karate and breakfast food, but he really enjoys staying up late with him, sharing their only desk (Johnny begun to work as a cashier in a store near the campus and Daniel writes other people's assignments for money and they are saving money to improve the place) and laptops on study sessions. Or to spend rare and lazy Sundays in their room, doing crosswords (Daniel bought some magazines and gave to Johnny). Or to share breakfast meals in the middle of the night because they can't sleep.

"Are you free tonight?", he asks, his voice sounds desperate, just as his eyes.

"Is this a study session or a date?", Daniel replies jokingly and raises an eyebrow. "Sure. I can help you."

Johnny opens his laptop and shows Daniel what he's working on.

"I mean, it's not bad, but could use some adjustments here and there. Let's get to work."

Daniel presses the keyboard keys hard with strong movements that emulate a pianist, but with perfectly tied hair. His brain is formulating what should be in the text and getting rid of what shouldn't be read by Johnny's professor.

"I think we're done here", Daniel declares.

"Thanks. I'm gonna buy you a coffee tomorrow, with extra cream."

"Much appreciated", the boy winks and Johnny's heart skips a beat. "So, I was thinking..."

"What a miracle", Johnny teases, smiling to distract Daniel from his blushing ears.

"Anyway, are you going home for Christmas?"

"I don't think so. You?"

"Also no. I don't have enough money for a ticket to Parsipanny."

Daniel looks at Johnny for a moment. His blue eyes are usually shiny, but now... he's more than just sad. Johnny looks depressed and scared.

"Are you alright?", Daniel reaches for Johnny's hand. "You can talk to me. I'm here for you."

Johnny doesn't talk. Instead, he goes for a hug. A big and warm hug. He clings onto Daniel as if he was the only thing keeping him from being blown away.

He doesn't want to cry. However, he can't fight the tears anymore. Daniel holds Johnny, trying to keep him together only with his bare hands. He doesn't try to whisper comfort words in Johnny's ear, he just stays there, providing his roommate all the support he can.

That night, Johnny falls asleep in Daniel's arms. He has never felt this safe before.

The next morning, Johnny rushes to the closest cafe shop to get the nicest cup they have. He drops by the dorm to put the coffee on the desk with a note: To the best roommate ever. Thank you for everything. Love, J.

He sends the paper to Mrs. Warter as soon as he takes a seat in the computer lab for his first class, hoping Daniel's help can save his poor ass from failing Warter's class.

A few hours later, Johnny is waiting for the last class to begin so he can get to work. Not that he likes standing up by a counter telling old people where they can find raisins, plum juice and other things old people buy. But at least, he gets to listen to his music and does little pieces of homework between a client and another.

There is something Johnny can't do at the store: see Daniel. Too bad they don't take many classes together, because every time Johnny sees Daniel entering the classroom, the world changes. It becomes brighter and more beautiful. He knows it's cliché, but Johnny is tired of pretending to be the perfect son, athlete... he just wants to be Johnny.

And Johnny is brave.

"So, I was thinking...", Johnny says when Daniel sits by his side.

"That's unusual", Daniel lets out that amusement air through his nose. "What is it?"

"Do you wanna go out? With... with me?"

That is really unusual. Johnny never was this reticent before. Not even when he noticed he had a crush on Ali Mills.

“Yeah, sure. When?”

“How about Friday? My shift ends at 5:30.”

“Sounds great.”

***

Johnny spends Christmas in his dorm, with Daniel. They curl up on Johnny’s bed, wrapped in Daniel’s hoodies, solving crosswords puzzles and drinking tea while listening to Johnny’s music. Neither of them wants to talk about their families.

Growing up as an only child, Johnny never had to share his things. He wouldn’t even allow Ali to read his poetry (he wrote some about her, tho), or let his friends go through his Spotify playlist. Not because he's embarrassed to like these songs, but because the lyrics describe him so perfectly that he's not comfortable with someone listening to it in front of him.

When he met Daniel and found out they could be good friends (maybe more than that? Johnny certainly hopes so), he felt an urge to take the boy on a journey through his world. First, they shared Karate, then crossword puzzles and went on and on, discovering little things about one another.

“Huh… I couldn’t get you anything for Christmas, so I wrote you a poem. Wanna hear it?”

Daniel doesn’t say anything, just gets closer to him as Johnny clears his throat and searches his notebook for his newest composition. Once he finds it, he puts the paper in front of his eyes (he was brave enough to ask the boy out, but not to have that lovely brown eyes gazing at him while he reads his feelings out.)

“I loved it, Johnny. Now get ready for your present.”

Johnny doesn’t close his eyes when his lips are pressed by Daniel’s mouth. It feels so good that they do it again and again until they fall asleep, holding each other.

***

Graduation is almost here. Most students have moved from the dorms or plan to do it soon. Daniel and Johnny, on the other hand, haven’t mentioned the matter yet. As you can imagine, they don’t want to live with their families again. The only thing Johnny wants is to stay with Daniel and he wonders if Daniel wants the same thing.

“Hey, Danny”, it was supposed to be a nice and quiet study session before the finals, but Johnny can’t hold this down any longer. “I was thinking… do you wanna live with me?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re never getting rid of me, blondie.”

#lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #college au #fanfic #Johnny's POV

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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Do you have any more info on the fiance situation in Las Nevadas au? :-D or just anything in that au in general (only if you want tho sbajjdkfL) since its vv cool <3 /p

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i've talked about the fiances before but i'm down to expound on it a little further :DDD this is kinda half assed but still long so MSJDJD

tw: self-destructive behavior, memory loss, breakups (not too horrible i promise)

/dsmp /rp

quackity is definitely immensely hurt by his loved ones leaving him. it ruins him. he feels like his heart is left to bleed out every single day he sees that no one from the south is coming over. he has a telescope atop his hotel, the tallest building, which he uses to look closely at the south (where kinoko kingdom lies). on his free days, or sometimes in the afternoon when he doesn't attend the events, he sits on the roof and looks out at a distance.

i think the longest he's been out on the roof was when karl messaged their chat through the communicator. it was a simple “where am i”, and quackity was quick to respond. he instructs karl to go to las nevadas, assuming he was lost, so he basically cancelled every gig he had to observe his surroundings.

(turns out, he never came. quackity sat on that roof for 15 hours before he was pulled away by fundy.)

but their abandonment was never intentional. quackity knows there has to be something more to it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

he at least also got word from sapnap. after much encouragement from schlatt, quackity finally was brave enough to send him a message. first, he sent a simple “sapnap? where have you been”, then a more desperate “what happened to us?”.

sapnap replies almost immediately that it threw quackity off, “been around, adventuring, getting away from things.” then the second one took a bit longer, “not gonna lie, i thought our engagement was off ever since we kinda. stopped talking to one another. you kind of left us, didn't you?”

and quackity is hurt. he's baffled, he's irritated, but he's fucking livid. schlatt has told him multiple times that he needs to control his anger a little bit better, but in times like this, no matter how petty it may be, he wanted to fucking wreck his room. and so he did— first he threw his communicator against the wall. it was still salvageable, so quackity decided to grab his glowstone lamp and toss it against the communicator. he flips his dresser, throwing it against his bed, and it bounces off and destroys his cabinet. when he looks at his right, he sees a window, and he raises his fist to punch—

and someone is grabbing back. “q, quackity, alex, please,” schlatt pleads. when did schlatt get to his room? “come on, self-destruction is my kind of thing,” schlatt adds, and it summons a smile from quackity's lips before a sob tears out. and it doesn't stop. quackity cries— and he doesn't cry often, especially in front of his coworkers or family or whatever they are. he hates it, he hates emotions— he tried to fucking suppress it all in las nevadas because all of this, all of these casinos and hotels and bars are meant to be his coping mechanism, his distraction. the tears always finds a way to seep through, though.

eventually, they do crumble to the ground, and they sit like that for a while. quackity crying against schlatt's blazer as schlatt merely rubs comforting circles on his back. eventually, fundy does come in with some snacks and a deck of cards, and it was enough for quackity to at least feel better for the rest of the day.

on another day, where quackity was supposed to have fun partying around and doing the same old shit he does every other day, a mysterious green, whorled portal appears in the middle of his casino. most of the staff and the customers stand back, but from the portal, a white-clad brunette falls from it. he doesn't look all to phased by his fall, but when he stands, he realizes the predicament he's in and immediately stiffens awkwardly.

quackity knows him. that's karl— the karl who somehow disappeared from the server for so long that quackity forgot he even fucking existed. what happened to him? why is he all white? why have his eyes become spirals? what's going on?

“hi,” karl greets casually, but his eyebrows are furrowed awkwardly, “uhm, where am i?”

“karl?” quackity says immediately. he stands in uncertainty before fundy nudges at him to go closer whispering “talk to karl, i'll be in charge of the event.” fundy claps twice and immediately announces that their slot machines will double in payout for the next hour, and the crowd immediately goes wild. karl seems a bit lost by the noise, but quackity quickly grabs him away from the crowds and out to the streets.

“gee, those people were. eager to waste their money. gosh darn rich people,” karl says, and quackity laughs, but his smile immediately drops when karl adds,” nevermind them, i guess, but uh, who are you, exactly?"

and quackity's heart churns. he's heard of a few memory loss cases in their server—it's quite scary to hear how common it's become to just lose yourself entirely—but he didn't think it'd apply to karl. he doesn't even know where karl has BEEN all this time. what happened? why does karl not remember? does sapnap know about this?

quackity decides to not reveal much immediately, so he puts on his typical charming façade and replies, “i'm quackity, or alex, any will do. i'm the owner of this place— las nevadas. it's a place for gambling, drinking, and well, fun! do you, uh, do you remember me?"

quackity sees karl visibly shift awkwardly, and it does summon a sigh out of quackity. “guess you don't, huh?” he says sardonically.

“time travelling kinda... ruins you, sometimes,” karl replies

time travelling...? is... is that what made karl leave? not make karl remember? when in the ever living hell did karl, the nicest, sweetest man he knows, ever been allowed to time travel?

“oh,” he just says instead, “well, uh, i was a close friend of yours."

"oh?" karl replies, “kinda like uhm, uh, do you know sapnap? or george."

damn. quackity's façade immediately melts— how does he know about them and not HIM? why did karl remember them and not quackity? why was he forgotten? quackity immediately hisses, turns away and responds, “i'm giving you a free hotel room for the night and i'm calling sap to pick you up. just walk seventy blocks to your right and talk to manifold, or something, christ you fucking irritate me.” he knows karl probably won't understand, and he knows he's breaking this already broken relationship even more, but he can't... he can't look at them the same way anymore.

karl does get to a hotel room, and quackity does visit him just to make sure everything is alright. thankfully, fundy did repair his communicator after his last tantrum, and he uses it to tell sapnap to pick karl up from las nevadas. sapnap doesn't ask where it is— he simply tells him “ok” and goes offline.

when sapnap arrives, he doesn't look as miffed as quackity expected him to be. he looks... well, definitely more composed than him and karl, but he still looked a bit tired. he has some new scars, but quackity guesses sapnap probably wasn't lying when he said he was out adventuring. before quackity could greet sap, sapnap enters the room abruptly and karl practically throws himself at sapnap.

and jealousy is a fickle thing, isn't it? quackity's heart is still torn, it's still bleeding, and it continues to do so the longer he stares at the sight of the other two. he withholds a scowl, mostly because he knows he might go on another temper tantrum if he doesn't, and he also knows he can't... he can't get mad at them. he's waited forever for this moment.

“wow,” quackity murmurs, and sap turns to him, “things really have changed."

sapnap sighs, “we built you a house in kinoko, but you never came."

"and i made las nevadas entirely for you as well." quackity responds, “i guess it's just... unfortunate timing, and all." it's silent for a few moments until, “i'm sorry”.

sapnap's look softens, “i'm— i'm sorry too.”

there's so much more words to say, things to clarify, stories to catch up on, but quackity wonders how worth it it is to cling onto his past. karl and sap's visit is quite... underwhelming, to say the least. but maybe it isn't underwhelming at all— maybe he just found a new purpose outside of them, and he's just... moved on. it hurt, obviously, but when he looks out of karl's hotel room window, he sees las nevadas. he sees the casinos he's designed for schlatt and fundy, and the bars he's designed for jack and sam, and the stages he's designed for charlie— it's just... different now. he loves karl and sapnap still, of course, but he's also been hurt by them, and he's grown into a different person from that hurt. he thinks sapnap has grown the same way as well.

but still, “you know you're invited to las nevadas if you ever want to visit again,” quackity offers with a melancholic smile.

sapnap sighs, but he mimics quackity's smile and nods, “i'll consider it.” sapnap pauses for a bit, then, “thank you for everything, quackity— i really do mean it. i hope... i hope you enjoy the life you've made for yourself here, kinda looks cool,” sapnap says, and his words were very soft and genuine— something quackity needed to end this chapter of his life with them.

“thank you too, i hope you guys do well too. take care,” quackity says, and sapnap and karl take their leave with simple goodbyes.

it isn't exactly forgiveness or getting back together but it's... closure. quackity's journey up to this point isn't exactly all smiles and rainbows, but he's happy where he is now. he just hopes sapnap, karl, and george are feeling the same as well.

#mcyt #dream smp #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #jschlatt #fundy #famberg las nevadas au #long post

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Genre/TW: mentioning of alcohol consumption, indication of molesting

Pairing: Idol!TaeyongxFem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Neither one of you was usually into turbulent or spontaneous dates. The common ground of wanting to spend your days off or maybe just nights off with some quality chill activities was what originally drew you towards each other. You appreciated Taeyong a lot for his ability to manage a loud Kindergarten-like group of people and guiding them through everything safe and sound, so you knew very well how mad his job could be. How much energy it drained from him and you were more than happy to spend your time with him recharging.

That being said, neither one of you was a huge troublemaker either. You liked having a great time wherever you went but you always made sure to stay out of trouble. The fact that Taeyong was who he was made it difficult enough to schedule date nights and actually go somewhere outside your apartment. Getting into trouble or even worse - attracting bad press was unspeakable. So you did your best to stay out of anything shady.

With all of that in mind, there still were nights like this one from time to time. Nights when friends of either one of you ask you to go out with them. Checking out some clubs or bars, enjoying alcohol and music and dance. Which is what Taeyong was truly amazing at. Even if it was just jumping in a crowded club - this aura around him would never fade.

So tonight was one of these nights. You were all dressed up, sitting in the corner of this exclusive club one of Taeyong’s producer friends invited you into because he knew what a pain dating a celebrity/non-celebrity was. At this location everyone was either well-known or with someone well-known. Everyone appreciated the selection of clientele.

A few hours had already passed and a few drinks already found there way into your system. You were dancing with Taeyong a lot, having his hands subtly roaming over your body when things got so intense on the dance floor that no one was paying attention anyways. At first you laughed it off and told to take it down a notch because even tho the club was upper class and selected customer only, there was no guarantee no one would record you, or leak anything to some sort of social media news account. But you quickly noticed that all your warnings didn’t really reach your boyfriend. He was way too caught up into the surroundings. Loud music, bass banging, crowds of raving people. The lights, the time of the night and the alcohol. It all added up to his urge of letting off steam, wiping work out of his head just for a few hours.

By the sixth song and after countless attempts from his side you finally gave in and turned around. Since you stood still in a pit of jumping people a few of them bumped into you but you paid them no mind. Instead you pulled your boyfriend in closely, bringing you lips close to his ear and whispering shouting into his ear:

“How about we just go somewhere more private?”

You pull away and observed amusedly how the expression on his face changed within seconds, as soon as he noticed that he didn’t mishear.

Taeyong nodded, strongly agreeing and shaking his head towards the door shielding the hallway and the restrooms from the main dance floor.

You softly patted twice with your flat hand on his chest before turning around and leaving towards the restrooms. He would follow in a few moments, maybe after the song finished. Just waited long enough for no one to really catch any suspicions.

The door closed behind you and suddenly you noticed how obnoxiously loud the dance floor was. There weren’t a lot of people in the hallway since most of the guests rather enjoyed what they came here for instead of hanging around in some meadow. So you shook your head adjusting to the absence of noise and made your way across the hallway, past some people heading to the restrooms. One mustn’t forget what you came here for and what you were expecting.

But when you were walking past a group of maybe 3 or 4 guys one of them dropped his drink, the glass bursting on the floor and the raining alcohol splattering across the wall and floor. You quickly turn around thinking that you might have bumped into him causing the small accident and apologised even before you could overlook the entire situation.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ You say crouching down and starting to pick up the shards of glass but stop immediately as you noticed that no one else was making a move to help you. Instead the men looked at you interestedly just as one of them seemed to recognise you.

“Hey, aren’t you Taeyong’s girlfriend?” He smirked."

“Taeyong?” One of this guy’s friends asked and another chimed in.

“NCT Taeyong. This SM boygroup. Yeah, I think it’s her."

“Oh look at her, she’s really pretty up close. I can see why he’s into her."

By the time he said that you had already gotten up and regained full posture just to notice that even fully standing up these guys were much more intimidating than you originally realised. “Listen, I am really sorry I spilled your drink and I will get you another one later but for now I really have to go."

Offering him to buy another drink was insanely stupid in this situation but like most of the time your manners got the better of you. Of Course you noticed how they looked at you. And of course you were aware of what dress you wore and how it make you look. “Where you gotta go?” One of them asked looking past you and smiling. “To the restroom? We’d be more than happy to accompany you. Just to make sure, you know, you don’t forget about that drink you owe my friend here."

“If she owns him a drink, I would be more than happy to pay for it but I honestly doubt that she made him drop it in the first place.” Someone said and your head spun around just to see your boyfriend being the owner of those words.

“See, that’s him.” Someone of them said, bopping his ellbow into his friend’s rips. “I honestly don’t see why so many women are into him. You’re actually real skinny up close. Your girlfriend here really deserves better and she will know once we show her what she’s missing out on."

As soon as the sound of these words hit his ears Taeyong shoved himself between you and these awful men to keep them from looking at you any longer. He reached into his pocket pulling out some random small bill that would surely be enough to cover another drink and shoved it into the drink-less guys chest pocket.

“I would really like you to leave now. I hope this will do. Now if you excuse us."

He grabbed your wrist more firmly than you would have expect him to and was about to march out of the club but one last comment from the group of strangers made him freeze on the spot.

“That’s so like you!” They laughed. “Throwing money at problems so that they go away. What an unfair world we live in. Being born handsome really is a guarantee for being successful regardless to how talentless one is."

You had never in your life seen Taeyong opting for violence and you honestly thought you never would. But within the blink on an eye he appeared in front of whoever said that and was about to place his fist frontally on to his opponents nose bridge but luckily for Taeyong the other one was quick enough to dodge his swing.

Now it was your turn to grab your boyfriend’s arm and whisper:

“Don’t lose your temper over someone like him. Your career isn’t worth it."

You pulled him away before anyone could say anything else and when you reached the door to the foyer you could hear them shouting something about how he weak he was having to be saved by his girlfriend and that all he could do was look good for money. Taeyong bit his tongue to not shout anything offensive back at them.

You on the other hand made your way cool heatedly towards the coatroom getting your jackets. In the nicest and most professional way possible you asked the lady at the counter if you may report this group of gentleman in the hallway since the not only cat-called you and threatened you but also insulted your boyfriend and provoked a fight.

Via the entire time of the two of you getting through the process of explaining everything to the security Taeyong stood by your side, still holding the jackets in one hand and your hand in the other.

Eventually you were waiting outside the club trying to flag a cab which would take you home.

“Thank you.” He suddenly said, not looking at you.

“What for?”

“For keeping me from folding this dude right there."

“Don’t thank me. I would have loved to see that. But as I said: Your career isn’t worth some fist fight in a club."

“You are tho.” Taeyong now looked at you and you could see how what those men said earlier really got to him.

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deadmansgun · 3 years

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A Heartfelt Talk Under The Snow ||Drabble for a friend||

@bcrnitdown

I’m not feeling as festive this year, but I figured Xmas would create a very cute environment for this.

Anyway, Nightmares are absolutely terrible. Especially if they are more terrifying each time, if it becomes scary enough, it can even be slightly scarring. I apologize in advance for possibly(Likely) butchering Ashe in this but I’ll do my best to be as exact as I can, tho there’s no way it would ever be as amazing as your take on her is.

I hope this helps brighten up your day at least a little bit Anarchy <3

Please enjoy below the cut since it will likely be long.

After a busy week full of successful heists and robberies, the Deadlock gang was pretty much set for the holiday. Everyone at camp was in a festive mood and the decorations John had helped Ashe put up were really creating a peaceful holiday environment for everyone. The gang seemed to be having a great time, a bunch of the guys were drinking with a game of poker, some playing five finger filet and dominos, even horseshoe. It had been a very long time since he had been in a gang of Outlaws, but it was thanks to things like this, that would remind him that even a group of murderers, robberies, liars, cheats and thieves, could still be considered a family, and John had to admit, it made him remember the good old days of his old gang, the memories of his time there with everyone would forever remain in his heart, and he’d take them wherever his future would go.

Although this would seem like a mistake to his old friends, they had their own lives to live now, so whatever he did, was up to him. As for Uncle, well he would probably be fine, he had the whole ranch now, and honestly, he didn’t care too much for going back to Beechers Hope, precisely why he had decided to join them. Despite being back in the old life again, something very good came out of it. John had met Ashe. And despite the two of them trying to keep it professional, over time, it had developed into something much more personal and special. They had become very close and it was a connection that John cherished.

While everyone else got completely hammered in the background, while John and Ashe were drinking, they weren’t drunk yet, maybe a little buzzed but that was it, for right now anyway.

As everyone carried on with their drunken holiday fun in the background, John and Ashe were sitting near a cliff. John had directed them to Shady Belle as their new spot for camp, and it had this cliff that gave off this amazing view of the water below and the beautiful environment after it.

[{ ☠ }] - “Ya know. it’s been a real long time since I celebrated the holiday season like this..”

John speaks, reflecting on the only other time he had celebrated which was back with the Van Der Linde Gang, he was still with Abigail back then, but ever since he had joined Deadlock, the name Abigail Roberts was nothing more than a ghost to him now. Did he still regret failing to prove himself to Abigail? Well, sometimes, but not so much anymore. Though the odd time here and there, he did find himself wondering how they were doing, and if Jack actually followed his dream of being a Lawyer.

“I reckon it’s been’a few years then ain’t it?” She asked.

A nod in response.

[{ ☠ }] - “Yeah, last time I celebrated like this, I uh... I had me a family.”

Red eyes widened a little, she was pretty shocked at finding out he used to have a family. She felt the urge to make a playful joke about it, but seeing how different he was acting, Ashe knew this was a likely a deep wound for him, so she decided against it.

“A family? Like with a woman an’ child?” She softly asked, to which John gave a slow nod.

Ashe looked over at him, curious eyes as she observed him carefully. He seemed to be having a good time at first, but now, Ashe noticed a look of slight sadness in his eyes. Ashe was never the one to openly show affection, especially in situations like this, but when the moment called for it, Ashe could be gentle and sweet, of course, only outside of the eyes of the others in Deadlock, she had a persona to keep after all, but with John, she had no problem shifting to support him if needed, they had a special connection after all. so instead, she sat there and listened.

[{ ☠ }] - “Yeah.. I met after my group saved her, she joined us...sometime later, had me a son..Jack was his name. The boy never did like me much. Don’t blame him though, I wasn’t the best father back then.”

[{ ☠ }] - “But t’make a long story short, after it all went to hell, I tried changin’ my life around. Makin’ an honest livin’ an such. One day, I had to pick up my guns again to protect the place we was stayin’ at. my old lady didn’t really like me bein’ some gunslinger and after me and my son got shot at by some revenge seeking bastards, she went and left me. Tried my best t’show her I could be a different man, even went outta my way t’make a bank loan so I could buy us a ranch. Two friends and I built it. Sent her a letter, but... she didn’t come back.”

Ashe listened in silence as he told his story, this had been the first time that John had gave this much details about his past, so Ashe was a little caught off guard by it all, but she felt for him. The poor man really had done his best, and the fact she still didn’t return to him after all that? It was sad. Her expression softens.

“I didn’t know ya had yerself a family before... wow, I’m real sorry John.”

A slow nod of acknowledgment.

[{ ☠ }] - “I don’t blame her, if I was her, I’d leave me too..” The sadness in his tone was more evident at the end of his sentence.

Ashe would gentle rest a hand on his leg in comfort. A brief silence would follow, but a comfortable one even despite the grim topic. After the two stared out at the view watching the snow gently fall gracefully to the ground. It was snowy but it wasn’t cold out and was actually pretty nice.

With a gentle bite of her bottom lip, Ashe moved closer to John and gently rested her head on his shoulder. It was sudden, but John didn’t hesitate to tilt his head her direction so they were touching heads. After a few minutes, she would lift her head off his slowly but looked up at him slowly inching closer until they were touching foreheads.

“Personally John, I think you’re a much better Outlaw than a Father..” She would reach her hand up to gently cup his cheek caressing it gently.

“But ya know what? There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, and I think yer a great man, perfectly bad, but ina’ good kinda’ way..Ah’m real glad ya joined Deadlock, My family, is your family..”

Ashe’s words made John’s heart flutter a bit, for others, that would probably be considered some kind of insult. But what she had just said, had been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him in a very long time, he was used to Uncle belittling him for everyone and being the target of Uncle’s jokes. He had no regrets about joining Deadlock.

[{ ☠ }] - “Ashe...y-” John’s sentence was suddenly cut off by Ashe gently putting a finger on his lips shushing him.

“..John.. look up.”

John takes his head off hers for a moment to notice that there was a mistletoe above them. The exact moment John looked back down at her, she cupped his cheek, leaned in and kissed him on the lips. John was quick to wrap his hands around her waist while she put her arms around his neck. The kissed they shared had been a long passionate one, and the moment they pulled away, they went in for another and proceeded to escalate into a make out session, but a heartfelt one full of passion until they finally took a breather. The warmth of their personal campfire next to their spot on the cliff was keeping them warm, so laying on his sleeping bag, Ashe would lay her head over his chest.

[{ ☠ }] - “Ya think the others are wondering where we are?” John asks.

“Ahhh those guys can wait a little. Ah’m comfy.” She shifts her head to look up at him.

“Don’t think Ah’m headin’ back in anytime soon anyway..” She says giving him a little smile.

A soft chuckle followed by a warm smile of his own.

[{ ☠ }] - “Good, I ain’t moving either.” The two would lay there enjoying each others company for a while before John finally broke the silence.

[{ ☠ }] - “Ashe... you’ve given this fool right here, a home... thank you..”

A light blush on her cheek, but she’s quick to lay her head back down on his chest and hide it.

No John.. thank you.

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manthamu · 3 years

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DISCORD THREAD: if you can’t take the heat...

WHO? aaron hart & cillian kelly

WHERE? in the kitchen at coast city crab shack

WHEN? february 24th, 2020; afternoon

WARNINGS? n/a

OVERVIEW. aaron drops by the crab shack to see how business is. cillian happens to be working. they have a heated interaction in the kitchen that leaves cillian breathless and confused.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢��𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

cillian absolutely could not stand aaron hart. the ceo and businessman had only been in coast city for a short amount of time but he'd already made quite the impression. of course, cillian had known aaron from what seemed like another life ago when the two of them were a couple of overeager teens experimenting in a closet at some party they somehow both ended up at. cillian had blocked that out of his brain almost entirely, but ever since aaron showed up, cillian's mind wandered back to that closet every now and then. and it was hard to avoid the guy now that cillian worked for him. cillian was still bitter that aaron was attempting to turn the crab shack into some tourist destination. he much preferred the gritty sort of dive it used to be. but all good things came to an end, cillian supposed. speaking of which, cillian's shift had actually been going relatively smoothly. that was until aaron decided to stop by for a quick check in. his visits didn't seem to be consistent, and cillian never knew when he'd be poking his head in the kitchen to spy on him. it felt like it had been happening a bit more frequently lately. "what's up boss man?" cillian asked, the disdain clear in his voice as he greeted the business man. he didn't even have to look up from what he was doing to know that it was aaron. he had this sort of aura about him that belonged to absolutely no one else. it was unmistakable. "if you were hoping to catch me smoking weed or something, you missed that about 20 minutes ago."

Aaron.

Aaron wasn't very fond of the idea of moving to coast city in the first place. Of course he was going to move so that his kids didn't have to live a childhood of traveling all the way across the country to see their mom and dad. He had plenty of friends in town too, but he had a hard time leaving New York. It was his home, and despite the fact that Aaron had done a lot of traveling in his 27 years, New York and Paris were really the only two places that he could ever call home. Could he really call some random beach town his home? Aaron thrived in big cities, and Coast City was the exactly opposite. He decided to stop by the crab shack today...just to check in and see how everything was going. Of course Cillian was working. He was there almost everyday. No doubt Aaron's laziest employee, but it was hard to find someone willing to do a shitty job like Cillian's. "Mr. Kelly." He half smiled, clearing his throat and fixing his tie. "I don't give a fuck if you get high, Cillian, just don't smell up my fucking kitchen." Aaron hated this place. He wasn't prepared for all the renovations and changed he needed to make when he bought it. He walked around the kitchen like he owned the place (which he did). "I'm going to make sure that your manager has you guys cleaning the place every night. I can just..." He put his hands out, palms up in front of him like he was holding something "...feel the grease in the air." He scowled.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

cillian sighed in frustration, dropping the dish he'd been scrubbing along with his sponge into the sink and spinning around on his heel with a flourish. he leaned back against the sink, folding his arms across his chest and giving aaron a look to communicate that he was not welcome here. aaron may own the crab shack in a physical sense, but cillian had made this kitchen his own over the last four years. this was his territory. and aaron was intruding. "it's a shitty seafood restaurant in coast city. what did you expect?" cillian questioned. his tone was sharp, irritated, defensive. it may have been a shitty seafood restaurant, but it was just as familiar to cillian as his apartment. it was kind of just a part of his identity at this point. cillian turned his back on aaron then, pulling another dish out of the soapy water. "why'd you buy this place anyway? you obviously fucking hate it here."

Aaron.

Aaron blinked when he heard the dish crash in the sink. It startled him a bit, but he didn’t jump. He smirked to himself when he noticed how much Aaron’s words had seemed to bother him. The businessman shoved his hands on his front pockets and sat back on his hip. “This is prime real estate. This location is perfect. It’s a crab shack now, but who knows what it’s going to be in a few months from now. You know I own one of the nicest Italian restaurants in Manhattan back in the city.” He accent seemed to stick out even more here when he talked about New York. He stepped a little closer to Cillian when he turned his back to him just for dramatic effect. “You won’t be working at a crab shack for much longer, Mr. Kelly.” He assured the younger male.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

it was annoying how easily aaron could work his way under cillian's skin. he was just so fucking irritating. cillian spun around on his heel again, faltering only for a moment when he realized how much closer aaron was, though he recovered quickly enough. "i'll burn the place to the ground before i see you turn it into some boujee ass italian restaurant," cillian threatened, dish still in hand as he glowered down at aaron. he had a few inches on the older man, though cillian didn't feel that have him much of an advantage. everything about aaron was dominant. regrettably, cillian had to admit that this asshole was the definition of big dick energy. fucking annoying.

Aaron.

Aaron didn't really take Cillian's threat as an actual threat. This guy couldn't actually threaten Aaron. He was the king of new york and what was going to to stop him from becoming the king of california too? Certainly not Cillian Kelly. "Right. I'm sure you will. Then I'm sure you'll get along really nice with the murders in prison." He chuckled to himself as he leaned against the countertop next to the sink. Aaron smirked up at Cillian. "You know, you're kind of sexy when you're mad. Like the pouty look is good on you. Though, I don't think I've ever actually seen you smile." He raised his brow like he was waiting for Cillian to give him a little grin, even though he really didn't expect him to. He just wanted to poke fun at him, even though he really did look hot when he was mad.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

the snappy comeback that had been forming in cillian's mind died on his tongue the moment aaron called him sexy, cillian's nose wrinkling almost instantly as he looked away from aaron with a sort of huff and a roll of the eyes. even still, cillian felt his face get hot. he knew aaron was just trying to get under his skin, piss him off, but for a split second cillian wondered is aaron even remembered the night they had met. of course he didn't. he was a rich hot shot asshole who didn't have time for people like cillian. cillian was certain that aaron hadn't even recognized him when they'd been reintroduced for the first time after aaron took over the crab shack. but cillian remembered. and it was hard not to think about it in detail with aaron standing so close to him and saying things like that. "fuck off, aaron," cillian mumbled under his breath, returning his attention to the dishes in the sink.

Aaron.

Shit. Aaron could tell that that really pissed the younger male off. For some sick reason, that put the biggest, most evil smile on Aaron's face. He didn't like Cillian. Not one bit. But Aaron really wanted to run his hands through his thick, brown hair, tug his head back and kiss his neck. He wanted to taste him. He was hot, but such a bottom feeder - Aaron was someone who loved his worked and cared about his status. Cillian didn't give a fuck about what people thought about him. But...he was so sexy when he was angry. Aaron reached to turn off the big faucet completely, then stepped closer pressed his hand to his arm as a way of telling him to set the dishes down. Aaron's blue gaze shifted from Cillian to around them for a brief moment, just to make sure that no one was looking. He'd probably never admit that he was doing this. "So grumpy..." He hummed, parting his lips slightly and gaze from his lips back up to his eys.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

if cillian was thinking clearly, he would have pulled away, out of aaron's grip, would have told him to fuck off, maybe even shoved him a little bit. but it wasn't exactly a secret that being man handled was somewhat of a turn on for cillian, rebellious in nature but submissive behind closed doors. of course aaron didn't know this, and cillian wanted to keep it that way, though for whatever reason, cillian stayed where he was. cillian set the dish down in the sink obediently, as if aaron had ordered him to, his eyes raking upwards from aaron's grip on his arm to aaron's parted lips before finally meeting his gaze. "you're such an asshole," cillian muttered, though his tone was hardly convincing, his eyes returning to aaron's lips again as he bit down on his own somewhat uncertainly.

Aaron

Aaron kind of figured that this would be the best way to get running through Cillian's head rent free, which was what he wanted the most. Just for his ego. Lord knows that thing doesn't need to grow anymore. Aaron's lips curled up into a devilish smile. With his hand still rested on Cillian's arm, he brought his other hand up to traced his thumb around his lips. He felt Cillian tighten slightly, but he barely moved or even coward away from his touch. "So what if I am?" He said, before leaning in to kiss him. He licked on the other's lower lip immediately asking for entrance. He cupped the back of his neck and pulled him closer towards him.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

cillian's eyes widened when aaron's thumb brushed across his lower lip. he stiffened slightly, though he stayed still, his breath catching in his throat as he searched aaron's face for some indication of what he was thinking. he had to remember that night then, didn't he? or was this kind of thing just muscle memory for aaron at this point? entirely meaningless. cillian wasn't sure he cared either way, though he felt himself panic when aaron leaned in and pressed his lips to cillian's. before aaron could push his tongue into cillian's mouth, cillian pushed him away, his hand firm on aaron's chest as he stared at him, eyes wide, and lips parted, his breathing uneven. a brief silence passed between them, cillian's heart hammering in his chest as he tried to collect himself. then, against cillian's better judgement, he grabbed a hold of the collar of aaron's shirt and forcefully pulled him back in, their lips crashing together as cillian kissed him eagerly. "fuck you," he muttered against aaron's lips.

Aaron.

Aaron actually got a little nervous for a second, but he didn't show it. He tried to keep his cool, but he wasn't exactly fond of rejection (he had a decent batting average, but getting rejected had happened more times than Aaron would like to admit). And for the spilt second that Cillian had pulled away from him, he genuinely thought that Cillian was going to tell him to fuck off and get back to the dishes. He wasn't getting those vibes though. He was pleased with himself when Cillian pulled Aaron back into him for another rough kiss. Aaron's hands seemed to automatically move up to run his fingers through Cillian's long hair. The businessman roughly pushed the younger male up against the wall behind him and pressed their bodies together. He let out a guttural, satisfied hum as they made out in the back of this shitty crab shack that Aaron had the audacity to call an investment. Until he finally pulled away. He let his lips linger over Cillian's for a brief moment, letting their eyes meet so that Aaron could read his face. He cleared his throat and gave the dishwasher a tiny smirk. Stepping back, he collected himself and smirked at Cillian before walking out of the kitchen silently.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

there was an undeniable heat between them and cillian wasn't sure if that was just the hatred or something else entirely. all he knew was that something about this was undeniably hot, even more so when aaron pushed cillian back against the wall and pressed their bodies together. cillian grabbed at aaron eagerly, a little too eager maybe, but cillian had given up on playing it cool, entirely too occupied with giving into his guiltiest of pleasures. just when they were nearing the edge of something a little heavier than make out territory, aaron pulled away, leaving cillian breathless and a little dazed. definitely confused. and when aaron smirked at him like that, cillian's forehead creased with further confusion. who had won here? which of them had given in? aaron had made the first move and yet he was treating this as if he had cillian right where he wanted him. cillian's lips parted to speak, but no words came and soon aaron was on his way out of the kitchen, leaving cillian behind with the dishes and a hunger for something more.

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little-bard · 4 years

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The one where Jaskier is cursed and becomes a women

I haven’t written fan fiction in a long time this is my warm up bear with me. This may get kinda NSFW but I’ll try to keep it tame.

Jaskier hadn’t seen the Witcher in some time, maybe 6 months. Last time he did he was basically told he was the worst thing to ever happened to Geralt and he caused all the problems they came across. He wouldn’t have agreed to that statement a month ago, but now he was possibly considering it to be true.

•••

While traveling on his own he had drunkenly flirted a little too hard with a sorceress. He wouldn’t have approached her and accidentally grazed her bottom with his hands had he known and had he not been drunk. She played into his act all to get him alone and curse him with having to feel what women experience every day from drunk men. Or what they just experienced every day of their lives.

When he awoke the next day not remembering what had happened he felt strange. He slowly rose from the bed he looked down at a body that was not his. Very obviously not his. It was the body of a voluptuous woman. He quickly hurried over to the mirror in the room he was staying in. He stared at himself. He didn’t see his normal self in the mirror instead he saw a woman barely covered by the shirt he had on last night. It was a curvy woman with a large chest, wide hips, plush thighs and ass. She was shorter then he was. He would have thought it was a whole different person had she not had the same cornflower blue eyes he did and the same chestnut brown hair only longer. He touched his face and his body. His hands were smaller and more feminine but still had a small callous from playing his lute. He pinched himself, as this must be a dream. It had to be no way this was real.

“Ow... fuck.” He exclaimed with a sigh in a softer more feminine but equally as beautiful voice to his own. Suddenly what had happened the night before came back to him. He silently cursed himself for being a horny idiot. After an hour he had calmed his nerves and sorted himself out. And went on the hunt for some new clothes as his old ones wouldn’t fit this new body too well.

•••

That was a month ago and Jaskier had spent his time searching for a way to break his curse. He had figured out the simple tasks of being a woman. He did enjoy the dress he has bought himself and styling his hair and making himself as beautiful as he could. It was an art form the women he loves did that he found amazing and now he enjoyed doing. But he has also figured out some of the bad things of being a woman some he felt he had added to as a man. He learned within a week he couldn’t travel alone and as he had to travel to maybe find a way to break this curse and get his regular body back, he found a nice group of musicians to travel with. They were all men but only tried to flirt and hit on him when drunk. When they played shows Jaskier always noticed even tho his new lovely sirens voice brought in crowds and certainly his beautiful face brought in men he always got paid less out of the group of them. He also noticed that men thought it was okay to touch him or grope him during songs. He had dealt with that before but not to this extent. He learned to fend for himself and get them to leave him alone but it didn’t help his fear that he had to pull a knife on men who couldn’t take no for an answer.

He was often asked if he was a whore for a few coins which he found offensive yet not. The women who were prostitutes he met in this month were the nicest and always willing to help him fix his hair or dress or tell him which men to stay away from. So he didn’t mind being lumped in with them but he also didn’t want to sell himself for money. That was the one thing Jaskier hadn’t done in this body, let anyone touch him intimately. He had, of course, touched himself but always to the same dream, one of Geralt. But that wasn’t new, he had been having that dream since he first met the Witcher. Jaskier had been with men and women as a man before but once he laid eyes on Geralt he found every other partner he was with lackluster. He realized early on that he loved Geralt and only wanted the Witcher’s strong arms to be the ones to hold him. But he knew Geralt would never love him back so he filled his time with random lover one after another.

•••

Today Jaskier thought he had finally found a sorcerer to help him break his curse, but turned out to be just a man lying to get him alone. Jaskier left that situation bruised and the man left castrated. He walked into the pub where he and his travel companions were singing tonight with a saddened expression. He walked over to them and picked up his lute.

“Smile. We won’t get any money if you don’t smile girly” said the eldest man of their troop. Jaskier put on his best fake smile and nodded. The man then turned to the crowd and said “I heard the white wolf was here tonight! So we thought we would sing the song of his adventure by the bard Jaskier”

Jaskier’s head snapped up from his lute and looked around the pub. Suddenly his eyes saw him. They connected with yellow cat eyes in the corner. He’d know those eyes and that silver-white hair anywhere. Geralt. Geralt was really there. He had wanted to see Geralt for months but.. not like this. He was still in the wrong body. There’s no way his Witcher would recognize him.

Jaskier played and sang with his companions. The whole time his eyes catching with Geralt's more then he would have wanted but he couldn’t stop staring. Had the Witcher gotten hotter? Once they had played a few songs Jaskier got a drink and sat across from Geralt. “Hello.” He spoke softly. He had now gotten used to his female voice so it didn’t phase him as much to speak or sing anymore.

“Hello.” Geralt spoke. Geralt's voice was still the same. As deep and as lovely as ever. It sends shivers down Jaskier's spine and did something weird to his heart and body. Geralt was giving him the same eyes Jaskier had seen him give many women on their adventures. The ‘things I would do to you’ eyes. Jaskier had always longed for those eyes to be on him but now that they were but in this situation Jaskier felt dirty and angry. Why couldn’t Geralt have looked at him like this when he was a man?

“Geralt of Rivera... would you mind accompanying me to my room?” Jaskier asked in his softest most lovely voice.

“Hmm.” Geralt responded and Jaskier knew what he meant because they had spent so much time together. ‘Go and I’ll follow’

Jaskier chugged his drink and stood up heading for the room the pub owner rented him. He could feel Geralt’s presence behind him. He opened his door slowly and stepped in. Geralt walked in and placed his bag down. Jaskier found himself sitting on the edge of his bed not knowing what to say. He had gone mute. A rare thing for the bard. He didn’t want anything to happen but there Geralt was in his room, pining for him, his dream. Geralt kneeled in front of him and lifted his skirt with his hand slowly to trace his thigh.

“Hmm.” Geralt basically purred. Jaskier stared at witcher. At his witcher. Geralt looked up and paused his action for a moment staring into Jaskier’s eyes. He shook his head slowly after a few moments. “Sorry, you just reminded me of a past friend.” He continued to rub Jaskiers thigh and slowly went in to kiss it. Before he could Jaskier’s head cleared and he spoke.

“Geralt it’s because I am your friend. I’m Jaskier.” He spoke softly and held Geralt's hand still and moved it off his thigh.

“What? No stop lying wench.” Geralt stood up disgusted almost.

“GERALT LOOK AT ME! LOOK INTO MY EYES! A curse may change my body but it doesn’t change who I am! I know you can see it Geralt! I know you can if you just look.” Jaskier pleaded. He needed Geralt he needed him to notice him and help him and hold him. He needed to have someone know the truth.

Geralt paused for a moment. He stared deep into Jaskier’s eyes. It could have been for a moment or maybe it was for 5 whole minutes neither one of them could tell. But the Geralt spoke.

“Fuck,” he said softly. “That was the curse I could feel on you. I assumed it was a small one or something.”

Jaskier’s eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t tell if they were from relief or happiness or something else entirely. “Geralt I’m so sorry. You were right I am the worst thing that ever happened to you.” He sobbed.

“No Jaskier, I was extremely wrong. You’re one of the best things that happened to me. I was stupid to say those things to you. I was upset about something else and you were there so I took it out on you. I was wrong.” Geralt said the most he has said all night as he took Jaskier into his arms. He had been wanting to say this to the bard but didn’t know if he would find him so soon. Jaskier held onto Geralt as he sobbed.

Geralt slowly moved them up the bed and laid them down. He held Jaskier and let him cry. He had no idea what Jaskier had been through but he knew it couldn’t have been easy. And to be honest the Witcher felt more at home with Jaskier then he had the whole 6 months he had been alone. Jaskier quickly fell asleep after he stopped crying, tears still staining his cheeks.

Geralt slowly moved out of the bed. He grabbed a blanket and placed it over Jaskier. He looked down at the person before him. He knew there was a reason he followed this maiden after not entering a single person’s bed for 6 months. He convinced himself it was just guilt over being so mean to Jaskier that slowed his libido or how the road had made him start to smell worse then roach. But staring at Jaskier it all finally clicked. He hadn’t wanted anyone else because he missed the bard, his bard. Jaskier had always had Geralt’s heart, the witcher was just too ashamed to admit it even to himself. He loved it when Jaskier sang. He loved that Jaskier understood everything he said even when he didn’t actually say it. He loved Jaskier’s beautiful blue eyes he could almost drown in. He got jealous when Jaskier’s attention was on anyone else. He loved how Jaskier’s arms felt around him when they rode roach together. He loved Jaskier.

Geralt leaned down and softly kissed the tear marks on Jaskier’s cheeks. He laid back down in the bed next to Jaskier holding the bard once more. He fell asleep smelling Jaskiers hair.

•••

The next morning Jaskier awoke first. He watched Geralt sleep, something he had done many times before, but never from this close. Geralt was as marvelous asleep as he was awake but somehow him looking so peaceful brought a big smile to Jaskier’s lips. Jaskier quickly closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep as he noticed Geralt starting to wake up, hoping he was fast enough for Geralt not to notice his staring.

Geralt did notice but chose not to say anything. He stood up and stretched. “Jaskier it’s time to wake up” He smiled looking at the bard obviously faking sleep.

“Oh wow, good morning Geralt how long have you been awake?” Jaskier ‘yawned’ and asked as innocently as he could.

“Long enough,” Geralt said simply. He grabbed his bag and looked over at the bard. “We’ll head out tonight after I kill a monster and get some coin. I’m assuming that gives you enough time to say goodbye to your traveling buddies?”

Jaskier climbed out of bed and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll tell them and do one last grand performance tonight. Will I see you there witcher?” He put his hair up in a quick bun and looked at himself in the mirror trying to make himself presentable and have his face clean of drool.

It was weird seeing Jaskier as a woman, but Geralt was already strangely use to it. Jaskier looked marvelous as a man or a woman, he still looked like Jaskier to Geralt. The more he looked at the women before him the more he saw it. “Hmm. I’ll kill the monster as fast as I can just so I can come watch. We’ll leave after.” Geralt said as he put on his shoes and smiled at the back of the bard.

Jaskier turned around and smiled kindly at Geralt. The very same smile he always had. “I wish you luck good witcher.”

Geralt stood up and walked towards the door. “Alright, I’m off my fair lady” He chuckled a little bit. Jaskier threw a pillow at the closing door with some grumbling about “I’m as much of a lady as you are a gentleman” Geralt couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to have Jaskier close again.

•••

Geralt walked into the pub as the performance was going on, but it had just started. Jaskier was in rare form tonight, he was bright and glowing. He had a few men try to touch him inappropriately as he preformed but he always slapped their hands and gave them a glare. Geralt was proud of how he handled himself. But he stepped close to the one he thought might take it too far and stood against the wall near him. Just in case. The performance ended and Geralt clapped along with everyone else. Jaskier gave Geralt of his beautiful smiles as he bowed.

A little while after Jaskier met Geralt outside where Roach was waiting. “I’m almost ready. Just one of the boys was borrowing my lute. I’m gonna go get it and then we can leave.” He placed his hand on the witcher's arm before walking off quickly. The faster this was over the faster he could leave with Geralt and the faster they could break the curse.

Jaskier saw Thomas a member of his traveling troop outside on the side of the pub. “Hey bud, can I have my lute? I gotta go.” He smiled at the man.

sexual assault warning

It was dark and as Jaskier stepped closer to him he felt in danger. But not soon enough because Thomas grabbed him. He tried to scream but quickly found a hand over his mouth. “Shhh. I know you’re leaving with that Witcher we wouldn’t want him to hear you.” The man whispered is Jaskier’s ear. Jaskier’s eyes widened in panic. The one time he let his guard down and this happens.”No Jas, you're a lovely lady I’m sure you know what I want. Just give me the same service you did the witcher last night before we have to say goodbye.” He added in a voice Jaskier now found disgusting.

Jaskier found against the man’s grasp. He started to fondle and grope Jaskier with his free hand all still holding him pinned against the wall so Jaskier couldn’t move.

It's over

“I heard a scream are you alright Jaskier!” called out a familiar gruff voice. Geralt walked around the corner and once he saw the action in front of him, he was filled with rage. He grabbed the man and tore him off Jaskier. He then threw him to the ground and started beating him ruthlessly.

It took Jaskier’s brain a moment to un fuzz as he stood there crying silently. Once it had he knew he had to get Geralt off the bloody man. “Geralt! Stop it! He’s had enough, I’m fine.”

Geralt punched the man one more time before standing up. “If I ever see your face again, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He snarled as the man stood and ran away. Jaskier hugged Geralt and held him tightly.

“Thank you. I let my guard down I’m so sorry” He cried softly into Geralt’s chest. Geralt held Jaskier equally as tightly.

“Jaskier, you have no reason to be sorry. He should be sorry for doing what he did. I promise to never let anyone hurt you again. You’re my bard, no one shall lay an ill-intentioned hand on you again.” He spoke softly. Sweetly. He cupped Jaskier’s cheek in his hand and looked down at him.

Jaskier stared up at Geralt and sniffled softly. He had stopped crying while hearing Geralt's words. They looked into each other's eyes and slowly their faces neared. They kissed softly and slowly. It was full of love and passion.

Jaskier’s mind cleared and he pushed Geralt away after a good minute of kissing. Geralt looked at him confused.

“Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do to me as a man Geralt. I love you. I have loved you. I can’t have you treat me this way as women and never again after we break this curse. My heart can't handle having you close and then never having that again. I’m very much a man. I like to think a very strong man, but when it comes to you Geralt. I’m weak.”

Geralt pulled Jaskier close again and gave him another kiss. “Jaskier, I love you too. I think I even prefer you as a man because then you're you. The Jaskier I fell in love with.”

The biggest smile reached Jaskier’s lips. It was the most beautiful thing Geralt had ever seen. “Okay, lets head out I’m sure roach had missed me.”

•••

Since Jaskier hadn’t actually received his lute back that night Geralt had spent his saved-up coin on a surprise for the bard. He arrived back to the inn where Jaskier and Roach were waiting for him outside.

“Kill the monster?” Jaskier called out when he saw a familiar shape with white hair approaching. He had bathed while Geralt was away and had his hair in 2 long braids. He was outside braiding Roach’s mane waiting for his handsome Witcher to come back.

“Don’t I always?” Geralt chuckled. “What are you doing to roach?” He cocked his head to the side as he walked closer.

“She wanted to be beautiful for your return. Besides, I have to use my new-found knowledge and she's a perfect model” Jaskier smiled brightly. Geralt was half surprised Jaskier hadn’t tried to put flowers in the horse's hair.

“Hmm” was all Geralt responded with and held Jaskier in his arms.

“I love you too” Jaskier responded knowing what Geralt meant, like always. He gave Geralt a small kiss. That's all they had been doing. Jaskier didn’t want to go too far until he was himself again. He needed to know Geralt loved him that way for himself even if Geralt had said it a million times throughout the week they had been traveling. “Come up, I have a bath half started for you.” Jaskier smiled and lead Geralt to their room.

Once in their room, Geralt started stripping off his clothes as Jaskier finished preparing the bath. He tried to make his staring at the scar covered muscular body not obvious. The Witcher noticed but once again said nothing.

Geralt climbed in and let his body relax into the water. Jaskier was still putting salts to make Geralt smell nice. He then sat behind Geralt's head on the floor next to the tub. He began to wet Geralt's hair and wash it for him. “Hmm,” Geralt said softly and happily, like a cat’s purr.

Jaskier smiled and started to sing songs softly to Geralt as he helped him bathe.

Once Geralt was done bathing he sat on the bed with Jaskier. Jaskier had started a habit of always brushing Geralt’s hair every night. He put two small braids in Geralt's hair near the front on each side. “There, perfect.” He smiled at Geralt and his work.

They laid down in the bed holding each other and sharing soft kisses. “It's so hard for me to hold back... I’m sorry” Geralt spoke after one of their kisses got a bit heated and Geralt’s hands on Jaskier’s ass became too much for the bard so he pulled away.

“I know me too,” Jaskier responded with a small blush on his cheeks. “Let’s just get some rest. We’ll break the curse soon.” He sighed.

•••

Jaskier was right. The next week they finally stumbled on a town with a mage who knew how to help.

“So he said I drink this and I say these words, and if I truly know what women suffer with in life the curse will be broken?” Jaskier said staring at the bottle and piece of paper in front of him.

“You also have to be looking at your reflection... naked.” Geralt added. He was sitting on the edge of the bed across from where Jaskier was standing. Jaskier had spent his last bit of coin on this room once Geralt had told him he found a cure. He was too excited not to.

“Oh okay. I guess I’ll do it now...” Jaskier said with a shaky voice. He had been waiting for his moment for a month and a half and yet he was scared.

“It’s okay to be nervous Jaskier, but I promise nothing bad will happen to you while I’m around.” Geralt gave his lover a kind smile.

“Okay. I can do this.” Jaskier said more determined now. He trusted Geralt. He stripped down and could feel the witcher’s gaze on him but ignored it. He took one last look at his woman's body in the mirror. “I’m gonna miss braiding my hair.” He said softly.

“You can always braid mine or roaches. Or grow yours out. I bet that would look cute on you.” Geralt said reassuringly.

“Okay, here it goes,” Jaskier said before drinking the liquid in the bottle. “a'baeth aen beanna” (a kiss from a woman in elder roughly)

It took a moment but Jaskier felt something pain inside him and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes he saw his body. His actual man's body. He stared at himself in disbelief. It was the same as it was before this all happened. Well, it had changed a little, or at least he thought it had. He stared at his ass and thighs and thought they had grown the slightest bit plusher. As he stared at his naked body in the mirror he finally noticed the witcher in the corner of the mirror watching him. He grabbed the blanket that was on the chair next to the mirror and covered himself and turned around. “Hi Geralt,” He said in his regular beautiful yet still manly voice.

“Oh, how I’ve missed your voice.” Geralt stood up and walked over to the bard. He pulled Jaskier into a hug. “I’ve missed this you so much.”

“You do realize we forgot to get clothes that would fit me now right? I sold off all my old ones.” Jaskier said with a laugh and hugged Geralt back.

“I don’t clothes are going to be important now. I’ve been holding back for 2 weeks. I finally don’t have to.” Geralt smirked and leaned in to kiss Jaskier deeply and passionately. He lifted the bard up and wrapped Jaskier’s legs around his waist. He laid him down on the bed.

“I guess you’re right” Jaskier blushed when their lips finally parted. “I love you Geralt. My handsome heroic Witcher.”

“I love you Jaskier. My handsome talented bard.” Geralt replied before kissing Jaskier again.

•••

For the next 2 days, they didn’t leave their room at the inn. They lived out Jaskier’s every fantasy and more. He felt as if he could write a thousand songs about what he and witcher did and how the white wolf made his heart feel. Actually, he probably will. Jaskier stayed in their room in one of Geralt’s shirts as he waited for the witcher to arrive with clothes that would fit his, much smaller than the buff man’s, frame. He looked at all the marks Geralt had left on his skin and smiled.

Geralt returned a few hours later and handed Jaskier new clothes. “I hope you like them.” He smiled “Though I do quite love how you look in my shirt and nothing else.”

Jaskier blushed and changed. “Don’t worry witcher you’ll see in me in much less a lot more” He winked.

“Hmm,” Geralt responded with a small smile and hed Jaskier from behind and kissed his neck.

“I love you,” Jaskier said simply.

“I love you too.” Geralt responded with the 4 words Jaskier could never get enough of.

Okay, Thats the End! I hope you liked it. I haven’t written in awhile but this made me so happy to do. I feel like the whole trapped in female body might be from what I’ve been feeling lately. Sorry if you didn’t like it

#geralt of rivia #geralt #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #the witcher #fan fic #jaskier #geraskier #littlebardfic

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killer queen - chapter seven

Series summary : Y/n, a native to London England, gets asked by the legend himself, Freddie Mercury, to help manage the band. Obviously she accepts, and it ends up being the best decision she’s ever made. Quickly she becomes close with each member of band, Roger Taylor specifically…

Chapter Summary : Two months after Queen’s first tour, y/n’s relationship with Scott leads to some surprises. The band finally prepares for the production of their new album.

Word Count : 3.7k

Pairings : Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings : Swearing, cheating

a/n - I’M BACK BITCHESSSSS!! LOL sorry I was gone for so long but I REALLY appreciate all the support you guys are giving me on this series even tho I started it in January...luv u!!

chapter six | chapter eight

Queen’s first tour had come to an end. You knew that there would be more tours as each concert filled up more and more until they sold out. But a quarter of the money went to the recording company, another quarter went to the private jets, tour bus, and equipment, and another quarter went towards them fully buying the small recording studio, so they could only split the last quarter amongst themselves. Freddie and the boys insisted that you be included in the money split, they said that “They couldn’t have done it without you” although you disagreed with them, you gladly took the money. Since then, the boys decided to take a bit of a break, not from each other, just from making music. Although, they promised John Reid that they’d have a complete album done within the next 6 months. John Reid had also gotten the band a lawyer, Jim Beach, who was a very nice man and was always willing to help. Even though the band was not making music you all still hung out all the time. Roger had been keeping his distance from everyone, he mostly spent his time drunk, high, with hookers, or all three. You have been with Scott for about two months now, and still no action in the bedroom. He has been treating you like a princess, opening car doors, pulling out your chair, alwaysing saying “ladies first.” He was doing all this for you, because he really cares about you. Scott looked at you like you were his world, like without you he wouldn’t be able to survive. And that is the reason you haven’t broken up with him yet. Plus he makes you happy, he is funny, kind, and can always make you smile no matter how bad your day has been going. The moment Deaky told you that Roger has feelings for you you wanted to end things with Scott, you wanted to go to Roger and tell him you felt the same way, you wanted to kiss him, you would kiss him like you have wanted to since you first saw him. But you couldn’t do that to Scott, he was too nice, too chivalrous, too perfect. Despite all of this, being with him still didn’t feel right deep down. Since about a month ago Roger had began to go down a spiral that you and the boys were just constantly trying to get him out of. Roger always had at LEAST one girl with him, you hadn't seen him sober in four weeks, and he was always starting arguments with Freddie. It was driving everyone insane, and it made it much harder to get together as a group. You knew that you being with Scott was annoying Roger at first, but you just assumed since he had so many hookers around he was over it.

That morning you woke up beside your boyfriend and smiled before looking at the clock. “Oh crap! I’m supposed to meet Deaky and Brian for brunch today.” You said before throwing the covers off your body and scrambled to grab your jean jacket. Scott groaned and propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you grab your hair brush and brush your hair. “You’re cute.” He said, making you roll your eyes at him as you looked at him through your mirror. “Shut up.” You countered, a smile slowly growing on your face. You riffled through your drawers until you found the sweater you were looking for, and walked out of your bedroom and into the bathroom. It was weird for you, not being able to change in front of your boyfriend, but over the last two months you’ve gotten used to it. You had just come to the assumption that Scott hadn't done anything with a girl before, so he was waiting for the right time. Shaking these thoughts away, you changed into your bright red knit sweater and blue jeans before walking back into the bedroom to give Scott a quick peck on the lips. “Okay, I’ll be back soon but I know the three of us might be meeting Rog and Fred at the studio, they want to start their new album, so I could be late.” You told him and he nodded his head. “Don’t know how I’ll survive.” He said through a toothy grin. He always seemed to be in a happy mood, sometimes it was just plain obnoxious, but you just assumed he was an optimist. You shot him a grin back and then walked towards the front door, your fake grin instantly dropping once your back was turned. After you put on you shoes and walked out, you got in your car and drove to the small diner where you were meeting John and Brian. On your drive you began to think about Scott, you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen him in any mood other than insanely happy and upbeat. You realized that you barely even know him, he was just some stranger you met at a concert. By the time you got to the diner, you had made a decision that you had been thinking about for a month now.

Once you got there you parked your car and walked in, seating yourself at a booth. After a few minutes of you looking at the menu you heard the chime of the door opening and you glanced over your shoulder to see your two friends walking towards you. “Hello there.” You said as you watched Brian slide into the seat in front of you, while Deaky sat beside him. “Hey y/n!” Deaky said happily as the waitress handed them their menus. “Hey, I-” You interrupted yourself for a moment and then looked at the two boys. “Guys I need to confess something.” Brian and Deaky looked at each other and then back at you. “Alright then, what is it.” Brian said as he picked up the menu. “Is it about Rog..?” Deaky asked as he raised an eyebrow. You didn’t respond for a moment, until you let out a sigh. “Kind of..uh, I don’t-actually, no, it's about Scott.” You told them as you took a sip of your crappy coffee. “I think I’m going to break up with him.” You said, feeling a weight being lifted from your shoulders. “About time y/n.” Deaky said giving you a small smile as he finished reading the menu. “ None of us really liked him all that much anyways.” Brian laughed. “Yeah, he always seemed a bit too upbeat for my liking.” Deaky added just before the waitress came up to your table. The nice young girl took all three of your orders and then let you be. “So y/n, does this sudden decision have anything to do with a certain drummer I know?” Brian asked as he moved his tea bag around in the gray-blue mug. “No it does not, and this decision is not sudden I just haven’t told you two about it yet.” You quickly corrected Brian. “I’ve been debating this for a month now, I just don’t feel the connection I think that two people should feel when I’m with Scott. Don’t get me wrong, he is probably the nicest and funniest guy I’ve ever met, but it just, ugh! It doesn’t feel right with him. You know? It almost feels as if we’d be better off as friends.” Both boys nodded, even though they probably didn’t know what you meant by that, but they knew that it was best to let you go on. “When are you going to do it then?” Deaky asked you, you shrugged in response. “I should do it today, it’s just cruel to lead someone on for that long.” You added wrapping your cold hands around your mug. The waitress came back to your table with the three plates of food, it all smelling of the most delicious breakfast foods. There wasn’t much talking while the three of you ate, but it was never an awkward silence with those boys, they were like the older brothers you never had, and sometimes the older brothers you never wanted. But all in all, you would trust these boys with your life. At the end of your meal you put both your hands flat on the table and stood up. “I need to do it now, if I’m going to break up with Scott, it has to be now or else I will chicken out.” You said as you looked down at the two of them. “You’re good with paying for the meal, right?” You said with a sly smirk as you grab your car keys out of your pocket. Both their mouths opened and you laughed. “ Hey! I’m kidding! Here’s £6, I’ll see you guys later!” You said, waving to them as you left the diner and briskly walked towards your car.

Once you finally got back to your flat, after a drive that felt like seconds, you tossed your jacket onto the couch and dropped the keys onto the counter. “Scott?!” You called looking around the flat. “In the kitchen y/n.” He responded. You walked into the kitchen and looked at him, he was making himself a cup of tea as he smiled over to you. “That was a quick brunch.” He said with a small chuckle. You didn’t want to do this to him, he did nothing wrong, all he did was be kind to you, but he just wasn’t the right person you felt like you should be with. You decided to simply rip off the bandaid. “Scott I think we should break up.” You said quickly, the chipper smile quickly fading from his face. “It’s not you Scott, it’s fully me, I just-” Scott interrupted you. “You’re in love with Roger.” He said quickly which made you furrow your eyebrows and quickly deny it. “What?! No!” You said causing Scott to run his hands over his face in frustration. “Then you found out.” He said, you had absolutely no clue what he was talking about but you nodded, deciding to see what he meant by that. “Yeah, I-I did find out.” You said as you slowly walked towards him. He dumped his tea down the sink and ran one hand through his hair. “Look y/n, I didn’t tell you about her because I didn’t want to hurt yo-“ Your eyes widened and you could feel your body fill with rage. “Hold on a moment, you’re cheating on me?!” You yelled in disbelief. “You said you found out?!” He yelled, obviously confused. “I was lying to make breaking up with you easier on me!” You pinched the brim of your nose as you began to think, the rage simmering down quickly. “Wait hold on...is this why you wouldn’t sleep with me? You were fucking someone else?” You asked, everything finally falling into place like puzzle pieces. He looked at you in the eyes for a moment, and then slowly began to nod. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Honestly y/n, I thought that you just didn’t want to...you know...because you were a virgin.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You were shocked, which was evident in your dropped jaw. “For the record I am nowhere near a virgin. But...I thought you were a virgin?” You said all of your frustration and rage completely leaving your body. You both let out a chuckle. “Well I mean, I guess this does make breaking up with you easier.” You admitted giving Scott a small smile. He sighed. “Yeah I guess it does.” He agreed and opened his arms for a hug, which you gladly walked into and gave him a friendly hug back. “Hey, because we didn’t sleep with each other this means that it’ll be easier to stay friends.” Scott said once you guys pulled away. You laughed and nodded. “I would love that Scott.” There was a bit of an awkward silence for a moment before you broke it. “Well, I have to run to the studio help the band make more songs, and when I get back later...I hope you’ll be moved out.” you said which made Scott laugh. “Don’t worry, I will be.”

Soon you arrived at the studio, assuming no one would be there yet, but Freddie and Roger were setting up the equipment. “Oh! Hey boys, what's up?” You asked them as you set your jacket and purse on the sofa. “We’ve decided it’s time to start working on our next album.” Freddie said, sounding excited. You nodded and clapped your hands together. ‘Well I have some news...Scott and I broke up.” You gave both of them a reassuring smile as they both walked over to you in surprise. “What happened y/l/n?” Roger asked, a half empty beer in hand. “Scott was cheating on me.” You said quickly, almost dismissing it. “I’m gonna kill him.” He said running his hand through his hair. “Rog…” You said and he just shook his head and looked at you. “I told him we should end things, and then he accidentally told me he cheated on me. It actually was mutual, I think we’re gonna stay friends.” You explained, which did not seem to help Roger’s anger at all. “No one treats you like that y/n! You deserve better!” He yelled and Freddie looked at him. “Roger calm down, killing him will just get our drummer put into jail.” Freddie said, you nodded in agreement. “Rog, your giving a more dramatic reaction than I did, trust me it doesn’t even matter. Honestly I don’t even know if I ever really liked him in that way.” You said as you looked up at Roger, who was staring at you, almost as, if he were to look away, you’d leave. “Alright, your cool now, right? Good. Let's finish setting up before Deaky and Bri get here.” You said, not even giving Roger the time to answer your question. You knew that Roger was dramatic at times, well most of the time, but it was odd how he acted when you told him about what Scott did. “I hope you guys don’t mind but I’ve invited Paul to come and help us with the first day of making our new album.” Freddie said as he sat down on the sofa. You and Roger looked at each other and then back at him. Before Roger could pipe in, you smiled at Fred and said, “Yeah Fred, that’d be great.” You said before shooting Roger a side glare. He rolled his eyes and went to go grab his drumsticks from the control room. You knew that none of the guys liked Paul, well matter of fact neither did you, but Freddie did like him, so you don’t care as much as the boys did. Finally after you were done setting up, Brian and Deaky arrived at the studio, the first thing they did was ask you what happened with Scott. “So y/n, how did it go?” Brian asked, tossing his jacket onto the couch where Freddie sat scribbling things into his notebook.“What? How did they know beforehand?” Roger asked, most likely out of jealousy. You shrugged and walked over to Brian. “I had brunch with them earlier, so I told them. You jealous Taylor?” You asked looking at him over your shoulder with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the drum kit. “Yeah Bri, it went really good actually, he ended up cheating on me and the-” “Woah hold on, he cheated on you?” Deaky interrupted you and you nodded. “Well yeah, but I don’t care that much, to be fair I don’t even know if I liked him as much as I led him to think. So it was mutual, but we’re gonna stay friends I hope.” You said with a bit of a smile. Just then the phone began to ring and you did a little jog to get it. “Hello, y/n y/l/n speaking.” You said into the phone while everyone else began talking about their upcoming album. It was John Reid on the phone, whom none of you have heard anything from since the end of the tour. You chatted for a bit before he finally told you what was going on. “No way! That’s awesome, I can have the boys ready by five. Thank you so much Mr. Reid.” You said excitedly before hanging up. You ran over to where the boys were with a huge grin on your face. “That was John Reid on the phone…” You began. All of their heads turned towards you, focusing their attention on you as you spoke. “Bloody hell we haven’t heard from him in ages.” Roger exclaimed. “What did he have to say y/n?” Freddie asked. “Well, Reid has a meeting set up with EMI records, they want to talk more about our album, and are willing to give us funding for it!” You exclaimed, you all knew that the band would run out of money soon enough, so this was a huge deal. “Holy shit! That’s awesome!” Freddie said. “You all need to look your best, look professional, so I need you all to be at EMI at 5 sharp, even five minutes early would be amazing.” You explained. “So I’m sending you all home to get ready.” You stood up and smiled at them. “Come on! Let's go, you all only have 3 hours to get ready. Roger you need to sober up, and Freddie you need to figure out what is going on with Paul.” You told him as you all began to get ready to leave. “All right, all right, relax!” Roger said as he went to go down the rest of his beer, but you quickly placed your hand over the bottom end of the bottle so it couldn't be tilted any further up. “Not on my watch… give it to me.” You said, making Roger glare at you. “No, what the fuck? You’re not my mother.” He said, jerking his arm away from you. You looked him dead in the eyes. “I know that Taylor, I’m your fucking assistant, so give me the beer so you don’t fuck up this oppertunity for the rest of us by showing up to the meeting drunk.” You brutally explained to him, causing everyone to go into an awkward silence.

“All right well I’m gonna head out.” Brian said, breaking the awkward silence, the other two following behind him. You crossed your arms and sighed as Roger put the half full beer bottle down on the small table. “Look Rog, I don’t know what has been going on with you since the end of the tour, but it needs to end soon. I’ve been trying to help-” Roger interrupted with a scoff. “Are you joking? This is all your fault, y/n.” He grabbed his beer bottle from the table and turned his back to you. You scoffed right back at him. “How the hell is your downward spiral my fault?” You said angrily. Roger turned back around to face you, and if looks could kill his would, his eyes felt like daggers staring into yours. “Do you have no memory of the tour y/n? Do you not remember the early morning coffees, the afternoon naps we took together? Or maybe you’ve forgotten about what almost happened backstage at our concert in Miami?” You stood there as these memories flooded back to you. It’s almost as if you blocked them out when you began to think that nothing would happen with Roger. You remembered how he would bring you a coffee every morning, even if he didn’t get one himself. You remembered how before the concert started and after you had finished setting up, you and him would lay in the dressing room and just fall asleep. You remembered the way he looked at you when it got later into the night, how your heart skipped a beat every time you caught him looking at you while he was performing. You never thought anything of these actions because...well because it was Roger Taylor! Roger was usually drunk and had hookers and was always out into the early mornings. You felt you heart drop as you remembered laying in your bed after meeting Scott and dreaming of what would have happened if Roger had feelings for you. “I have never gotten that close to someone in that way, ever, and when I finally worked up the courage-” “Rog you never need courage, your the most outgoing man I know.” You countered. “With you it’s different, it’s always different.” He told you slowly shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter now, I’ve gone through so many girls since then I don’t even remember what that feeling was like.” You knew he was lying, it was so easy to tell with him, but you didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry Rog…” You apologized sincerely. He nodded. “It’s also my fault for thinking I had a chance with you anyways, your killer y/n, Scott was a lucky guy.” He said before giving you a sad smile and walking out the door. You stood in your place for a moment, shocked as you realized that Roger had completely fallen for you, at the exact same time you had fallen for him. But you were stupid enough to completely ignore the signs that Roger was giving you. You have never felt this stupid on your life. You shook yourself out of this thought train and chased him outside. He was about to get into his car, with one hand on the open drivers door. “Roger!” You shouted causing him to turn around to face you, his one hand resting on his car. “You’ll always have a chance with me.” You told him, completely serious.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 9. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Man I live for Sam Wilson. He's too much to handle. He's that chaotic friend for sure.

Warnings: Probably like none? Idk.

Word count: 2.9 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven Part eight

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

For the first few seconds, you couldn't see a single face sitting in the crowd, cheering for you loudly. The lights made you blind, and all you could focus on were your own feet clapping on the high heels and the chair you held in your hand. You were the last one to from the backstage and the one with the most nervous smile from all of them.

You heard as some man introduced your charity in a quick summary before leading the crown into the racy intimacy of your performance. Most of the people were cheering, but you also heard some things from the gents and giggling from the ladies who were present.

You exhaled loudly. All of this, no matter how it looked like, was for fun. You were going to nail all of it. You knew you will be good, but the nervousness made you tremble.

When the first melodies of the song made you swayed your hips, you turned onto autopilot. You manipulated with the chair, bending, arching your backs, making your legs stand out since the girls told you that they are your nicest features.

A huge wave of cheering could be heard from everyone, when you took off your tuxes and threw it away from you, staying there only in your skirts and shirts. Just two another dance moves away, you took your skirts down and stood there only in your jean shorts. A way bigger wave of cheering took through the hall. After that, your moves became purely seductive, because you could hear and feel that Steve is somewhere out there and he's cheering for you as well.

Then the coolest part of the choreography came - every one last of you jumped off the stage, with the help of the marinas and dances through the crowd. You knew where Steve was sitting, you could recall the reading of the hall plan, but you couldn't remember at that moment. You just knew he's somewhere in your sector, but your panicking, hysterical brain which needed to pretend that it is completely cool held you from finding the seats.

You made your way through the tables, smiled at the men and women around as Deena did just in the aisle on your left side. Some men gave you a shy smile or a little touchy-touchy, nothing too harsh, cheering you up and some women stood up, gave you a high five or a quick hug. Some people were even recording the whole thing.

It seemed that people liked the things you were doing in the rhythm of Christina Aguilera's Candyman, which was possibly the biggest win in your eyes. Then you looked in front of yourself. You only saw that man coming for you. He was walking slowly with a wicked smile.

You laughed loudly when he offered you a hand to dance. He was truly dreamy - not high as a skyscraper, but nos as small as a gnome, his brown eyes shined playfully and his skin reminded you the best chocolate.

You could feel on your spine that Steve's somewhere out there and watching you - only little could you know he's directly in front of you, bobbing his head in the rhythm, hidden under a hoodie. He watched you all along. And Sam's bold move surprised him. Sam couldn't even guess you were Steve's WhatsApp date.

Sam just adored the look of you - dressed in the tightest denim shorts ending above your knees, the way you practically owned that look in the shirt showing just a little bit of your skin under your breasts because those shorts were really high wastes. And your hair was done in 40's style and those black high heels on your feet? You were a hotshot for Sam since the moment you stripped the tux of your khaki-green uniform.

Sam, as he liked to say a lot, was a hunter and you became his prey. He couldn't sit there without making you dance with him.

And a second later you found out that he has really good dance moves, dancing with you like his life mattered on it. He was hot, his skin burnt under his a bit too much tight t-shirt and those forearms? They held you T I G H T. But even tho, you felt your heart racing at the thought of Steve being present.

He just sat there next to Bucky who was grinning at the sight of a birdbrain, drinking his beer. He had his cap on, the hair from the front of his shoved into a messy man bun lead through the back of the cap. Steve couldn't thank more that someone who looked like Jesus was sitting beside him.

Because of his thoughts? Those were the most dangerous. He couldn't reveal himself yet he imagined how his hands held your hips and swayed them instead of Sam's. He imagined how your body must've felt so hot against Sam's skin... He was jealous of you actually. He should make you smile like you did. It was meant to be him, not Sam. There was a slight moment when his body tensed completely and Buck noticed it, just to Steve let go of it in the next second.

He heard you laughing so carelessly when Sam was spinning you around. He heard him laughing as well. It felt like if you two have... Clicked. And boy, did that piss Steve off. You were his lady for god's sake. He watched as Sam swooped you off your feet just to catch you before you landed down.

"That's that. I need to go!" - You shouted at Sam, laughing when he refused to let you go off his arms. He twirled you once again before just holding your arm. And then he playfully kissed your knuckles. You seemed to be taken off rails, opening your mouth and laughing out loud nervously. You were surprised, but it a nice way. Steve could just feel it. You liked Sam's behavior.

Then you run off, giggling. You were late, the others already stood in the stage. And you saw Deena's and May's looks on you. You knew that May will play her Hawaii 5-0 on you later but at the moment you have too swayed away.

A man, a certain attractive man in his best years just couldn't let his gaze off you. He was a good dancer... Good looking... Flirting... And then you stopped. You were there for Steve. That off stage? A show. On stage? Just for his eyes.

Each of you saluted in the rhythm and then took off the stage with loud giggles. You were definitely successful. Some Marina men helped you back on stage again, touching you at your waist, two pulling you up with your palms tightly holding you.

Deena was all-natural kissing every one of them on the cheek. They were basically drooling over her, but she was well aware of her success with men. She always said, "they can look, they can touch, they can fuck, but I'm nobody's girl". You wished to say that about Steve. That you were his girl.

Big applause made you basically deaf for a good few moments to come. All of your girls just hugged tightly on stage, laughing loudly. You've done it. And nobody was dead. And plus you danced with some really sexy man. That was more than what you originally anticipated. The nerves left your body completely when you just stood there, waving at everybody and blowing some kisses to the air.

The marina men and women continued on with singing the basic line of the song, prolonging the song more and more. When no one took notice, Suzie got to the microphone, starting to sing the first chorus with her own angelic voice. You caught as you sang along with the others, clapping in the rhythm. Everybody was singing at that moment. That was the danger of choosing a well-known song for your choreography.

Some elder couple in the corner even got up and danced, which encouraged the others to stand up and make some dance moves too. Even the little kids were showing off. You were out of your mind, filled with happiness, slowly feeling how you're about to cry like a little girl.

You liked the second part, which was totally unexpected, even more than when the reproduction was shouting the song loudly. This was somehow more enjoyable and sweeter, making you feel slightly dizzy. You could hear about one hundred people clapping, singing along, stomping in the sloppy rhythm and laughing.

"May I?" - Deena reached her hand to you and you accepted it without thinking. She twirled you around and so you did with her. Then you circled your hand around her shoulder and started to dance in a sloppy rhythm. In the end, she was holding you from the back just as Leo held Cate in Titanic as you both sang the final catchphrase out loud. You yelled it because you knew that no-one can hear you at that point, swaying your hips against each other in some rhythm which didn't even match the sloppy one.

When the marina finished the chorus on their own with the rest, everyone clapped, yell, whistled and God knows what. You were clapping on the stage as well. That was beautiful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ladies from St. Peter's Charity with the residence in Queens. Let me hear you, how you loved this performance!" - The moderator got his microphone back from Suzie somehow and asked the audience for another wave of applause. - "Now we have The Dancing Queens band ahead of us, so please, leave your seats if you don't have the following tickets. If you loved this performance, leave your donations at Kate's or Rosie's counter and raise some funds for the families of the Marinas and soldiers who fell for our country. We'll be back after a brief pause!"

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The trio walked from the hall you had your choreography in. The people were excited about your performance, everyone was chatting about this and that, your tuxedos and the song, they were thrilled. Bucky was smiling silently - it was a nice throwback to his old days full of those sweet, sweet ladies.

Sam had a dreamy look on his face. That girl he danced with? She was a killer. She was hot but sweet, so innocent yet seducing him with her gaze. He was certain that he felt it.

And Steve? Steve was smiling to himself. You were truly something. Something cute and so sweet it was too much for him to handle. He already left his donation at the counter and had a special request - Rosie was going to give you a necklace which he bought for you.

But they stopped all of a sudden because Sam stopped.

"What's wrong? You forgot something in the hall, birdbrain?" - Bucky asked silently. Steve watched them with a frown. He knew the look that Sam was pulling off at that moment. And he didn't like it for sure.

"That woman, man. Have you seen her? I think I need her number. She was... Wow." - Sam laughed, smoothing his face with his palms. Yeah. You were completely dreamy. Especially when the performance turned to go seriously off rails with people making all of you go for another round and you had the weird dance something with your friend.

"No need to go back. I can give the number if you want it so much. Trust me, she's one of the sweetest ladies you will ever have the luck to encounter." - Steve answered silently. He was sure that Sam seriously froze at one place at that moment.

"Ya mean... That dat lady, dat hot chick was your internet date? Are you kiddin' me? You must ask her out, propose to her, marry her and have children with her. Even at the one same day. She's so stunning." - Sam muttered in shock. He was sorry about the comments he made just a few seconds ago, but his friends were more than anything in the world. You were Steve's girl? You stayed Steve's girl. - "Sorry about that. I didn't mean it. She's all yours."

"No. I don't think you should be sorry. I think that maybe you'll not be the only one thinking like that." - Steve stated. He was seriously worried about his position. You were a breathtaking woman, something he was completely taken by. And he knew more men, not only Sam, got their eyes on you or your friends. What if somebody asks you out before he will have the guts to do so?

"I liked the girl next to Y/N." - Bucky stated all of a sudden, taking everyone by a surprise. - "There was something nasty about her. And I'm not gonna lie, I would die to know that girl better. You mind getting me her number?"

"Yeah. You can marry them on the same day. You know. Like a couple wedding?" - Sam joked and that broke a wide smile on Steve's frowned face.

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"Do you have an acceptance speech?" - Rosie from counter asked you after an hour on the bar, watching the other. There was a slight competition for the most rising performance of the night. May looked at her, giggling.

From the moment you got off the stage, every one of you was blasting with happiness, pouring some drinks on the bar. May was basically drunk at that moment. - "Noooo, why should we, darlin'?" - She wined, hugging Val's shoulder to be able to walk on her own feet.

"You should work on it then, we'll be giving you the certificate in twenty minutes." - Rosie laughed when she watched you.

"We won? Are you shitting me?" - Deena squealed in surprise as each of you watched Rosie with a surprise on your faces. You knew were good, that was for sure. But you were so good that you have won? Was she shitting you?

"Some man left you a ten grand check which helped you a lot to climb onto the top. Plus the people basically fought to give you at least two dollar donations. Girls, your performance was sold out. Bet your drunk asses that you've won." - Rosie laughed and every one of the girls started to scream, drunkenly singing We Are the Champions and you just laughed. - "And he left you this. I think he really liked you." - She winked at you and gave you a small package. Steve.

Fucking Steve made a ten grand donation. So much money. Hella money. Just because you were there. You covered your mouth, being completely taken away by the package, opening it instantly. Every girl from the office and also Rosie watched as you opened it up. It was a beautiful necklace with a short note.

"He was really here, fuck me." - Deena whispered and told you to turn your back to her so she could hang the necklace around your neck. - "What a fucking man. It looks so good on you. He knew for who he was shopping." - She said with a contented smile. It made every one of them make a little "awww". And you shone with happiness.

"So, who'll have the speech?" - Suzie asked the relevant question. - "I nominate Y/N. She's the only one who has their shit together at this moment."

"Agreed. The economic accountants are usually the smartest. She's a sly fox." - May said drunkenly. Deena just nodded and Val just showed you thumbs up.

"I hate you so fucking much it makes me love you." - You laughed out loud. But you marched to the stage with liquid courage in your veins. When they said your charity's name everyone clapped when you climbed onto the stage with the marina's men help.

You shockingly giggled when Tony Stark walked from the second side of the stage with a hilariously big certificate for the winner of the Event night. At the moment, there were basically only some Stark Industries employees and mostly the performers drinking.

"I think it's time for me to crawl out of the shadows." - Tony Stark took the microphone as the first one and you just stood there with a big smile. - "Not gonna lie, I wasn't here. I just came from some boring meeting and I've heard only the things miss Potts told me." - He continued and everyone giggled.

"But thanks to all of you for taking the time today. You were raising money for a good cause and this year was really, really good for our event. I hope that the next will be even better. But let's face the reality here - even though you tried to be the best, there is only one first place." - Stark looked directly on you, his stare told you to hold the second side of the certificate. - "This year, St. Peter's Charity based in Queens have won. Try your luck next year and congratulations to you, ladies." - Stark finished and hold our his palm to shake yours. He leaned and kissed both of your cheeks before handing you that board. You loudly yelled and raised the board above your head.

And the people who were your contest cheered for you loudly.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #steve rogers imagine #sam wilson #the falcon #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #may parker #here ya go #love ya

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itsapottersword · 5 years

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It means true Love

A\N : Hiii ! Second imagine on this blog. First, it was supposed to be a James’ one... but then it turned out it’s a Sirius’ one ! I’m happy with that one. Just a little reminder : English is NOT my mother tongue ! So if you see any errors, please tell me so I can correct them !

Pairing : James X Reader - Sirius X Reader

Warning : Noneeee

Resume : Sirius is teaching to the reader how to make a Patronus. Turns out it’s not what they tought....

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Being friends with the marauders, and being the only girl, meant a lot of things. People always thought you were with one of them. Of course, you were all very close to each others. Meeting them in the first day in the Hogwarts Express was probably the reason behind that. Sirius, Peter and Remus were all like your big brothers. You never felt that way with James, touhgt. Maybe that was because of your huge crush on him. You never knew why him and not another one. James made you feel like home, wherever you were. And you felt that way since the first day.

You were now in sixth year and James was more than ever into Lily Evens. You understood; Lily was really nice. She had beautiful long red hair and a face only an idiot would not find attractive. And she was doing the one thing that made James fel for her : she did’t want to be with him. She was nothing like you. You were not that confident and even tho you did try, you couldn’t find a way to put your hair up like hers.

The only one who knew your secret was Sirius. You didn’t say a word, he just knew. Maybe him fiding you crying your eyes out the first time James told you he was having a crush helped a little. Even tho James was Sirius’ best friend, the Black never said anything about it. He did tried to find a way for you to talk about it, but it never worked. James was your friend. And you didn’t want that to be ruined for feelings that were not the same.

You were all in the common room, Peter trying to explain to you how to make a patronus. All of them nailed it, but it was the only one you struggled with.

- «(Y\N), as I have said a millions times, just tried to remember the nicest memory you have.» - «Well, sorry for me, Peter, I don’t have any in mind. None of the ones I’ve tried were enough.» - «You are a lost one.»

You giggled a little. Peter was not the most patient in the universe.

- «I’m not as good as you guys in that kind of spell. Remember when it took me a year to spell stupefy correctly?» - «Oh, I do remember!» Laughed James, who was sitting next to you on the coutch. «I almost got caught spelling it for you on the final exam.» - «Shut up, would you?» You said, low voice. «I don’t want anyone to know about this.» - «A ‘’Thank you James’’ would have been better.»

You gave him a punch on the arm, a small smile on your face. You were a muggle born. The first two years at Hogwarts were not that easy for you. Your parents never really understood what was the magical world, and you neither. It has been six years and you were again so surprised by how this world was beautiful. James suddenly excused himself and ran of to the boys dormitory. An eyebrows in the air, you looked at the three others.

- «What was that ?» - «He’s meeting Evans for a study date,» informed you Remus, who was still reading.

Without a look, you knew that Sirius looked at you, but you didn’t want to looked back. If you looked back, everyone would know and you were not ready for that moment. Seeing you not saying anything, Sirius stood up and gave you his hand.

- «Come with me, my dear. We are gonna make you do a freaking Patronus.» - «You think you’re going to do better than me, Pads ?» asked Peter with a smile.

Sirius just gave him a smile while you took his hand and followed him. He didn’t say a word and made you pass the Portrait, pushing you in the corridors. Sirius really was your best friend. He was there for you, even in the little moments of sadness, like this one. You weren’t THAT sad, because you were used to James being with Lily. But each time he leaved to meet her, your heart broke a little, and the Black knew it without even looking at you. Following him outside, you watched him with high eyebrows.

-«Stop looking at me like that, (Y\N). We’re going to the Quidditch field. You need to be alone to create a perfect Patronus. I’m the one who tought it to Peter... and you don’t want to be caught by any professors..The Patronus is a form of advanced magic which even the most qualified wizards can struggle with.»

You drank his words. Sirius often underestimated himself. He really was a good wizard, even better than the three others. Even if you gave him Potions lessons every Saturday night (you were all having your strengths and your weaknesses !), he was one of the most brilliant students of your year. You let yourself explored his face. Sirius was a good looking boy. Long and straight hair that stops at his shoulders, a big bright smile and a laugh that make yourself laughed every time. He was tall, a head taller than you, and he has great big hands that you wish were grabbing... Woh. You shook your head. What were you thinking ?

While you reached the Quidditch field, he finished what he was saying.

-«... Did ya know that, that’s pretty rare, thought... If two person have the same Patronus, that’s means they have a really strong connection. It means true love, in fact. »

He paused. He scratched the back of his head, like he had just said something wrong. You gave him a small smile, feeling your face warmed. You took you wand and looked at him, ready for his instructions.

-« Er, okay...» he cleared his throat, taking his wand too. «So... Peter was not wrong. You have to think about the greatest memory you have. Not the happiest necessary, just a memory that... make you feel like home. A memory that get you warm.»

You searched in you head. You closed you eyes, looking into the tons of memories you had. You had already tried every James memories you had in mind. You tried the one when you learn you were a witch. Even the one when your mom bought you a dog when you were little... But, out of nowhere, a memory popped in your mind.

It was the last Christmas break. Every each of you were invited to the Potter’s, they were having a big party with a lot of important witch and wizards. The Potter’s alway had huge celebration and it was your first time, you were a little excited.

You were upstairs, in James’ room, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had a long and beautiful blue dress that flattered you really really well. Your shoulders were cleared and your hair were up in a cute little bun. You put a little makeup on your face, not too much, just to make a little difference than usual.

You were asking yourself so much questions. Were you enough for that kind of night ? Or were you too much ? You knew that a lot of your professors were downstairs, the Minister of Magic too. What if you looked ridiculous ?

But before you could asked yourself more, a knock on the door made your gaze out of you. You saw a blacked hair guy trough the door, a small smile on his face.

«- What is taking you so long, dear ?» he asked, closing the door behind him. «- Do I look ridiculous ? Be honest !!» you were almost frustrated. «- Woh, woh, woh, back up beast !» he laughed, putting he’s hand in his pockets. «You looked incredible, (Y\N). Seriously.» «- I am too much, Sirius ?» «- Stop worrying, would you ? You are stunning.»

You took a deep breath. You looked at him and laughed a little. You needed to calm down. Sirius gave you his hand, and you took hit without even a doubt. Without a word, you get downstairs with him, knowing that the night would be a dream if you stayed by his side.

Back to reality, you opened your eyes, Sirius was in front of you. With a smile, you waved your wand in the air.

«- EXPECTO PATRONUS !»

And with surprise, a cleared blue Dog came out of your wand. A big and sincere laugh came trough your throat while you watched the dog ran around you and Sirius. Overexcited, you let out a scream of joy and jumped in Sirius’ arms.

«- I got it !! It worked, it really worked !!»

You turned around to watched to dog disappearing in the ground. With tears in your eyes, you looked at your friend, happiness screaming out of your body. But seeing his face, your smile faded a little. He seemed a little sad.

«- Sirius ?»

Without an answer, he let out the Patronus spell out of his mouth. The same exact dog ran a little around you and disappeared a little after. Your back to him, you covered your mouth with your hand. What did it mean ? His words get back into your head. ‘’If two person have the same Patronus, that’s means they have a really strong connection. It means true love, in fact.’’ All this time, you taught James was the one. All this time, you talked about James but dreamed about Sirius. After the Potter’s party, all you could think about was how Sirius’ hands were so strong and fits perfectly right on your back. All this time you lied to yourself because you were too scared to admit that you were in love with your best friend.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

«- What was your memory ?» he asked, low voice. «- You. » you replied, turning to face him. «You are the one that... makes me feel like home.» «- You also are my memory.»

You looked at him. Sirius was smiling, a bit too much to look like he was not happy about it. Why does it took you so long to understood that it was him ? It’s always been him. Every time your were ‘’sad’’ about James, Sirius was you happiness. Sirius’ hands cupped your face and you closed your eyes. You knew, at this exact moment, that it was in his hands that you wanted to be. Forever.

And he kissed you. A long and breath taking kiss. It was so intense, so...

«- Mister Black and Miss (Y\N) ! It’s past curfew and I would like you to go back to your dormitory, right now !!! »

With a laugh, Sirius took your hand and you two ran back to the castle.

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hammyhamimagines · 7 years

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Fat Fingers part 4: Morning kisses

Note: Wow. That took me a long time. Sorry about that. Here’s the next part of Fat Fingers tho. Hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2267

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Idk. A bit of swearing. Mentions of racism, bigotry, homophobia, male chauvinism and all in all just discrimination. Probably still shouldn’t read if you’re a Trump supporter

You were kind of surprised to see Daveed waiting for you at the door, leaning slightly against the door frame of his apartment. He looked at you as if to make sure that you had not been hurt. Scanning you for physical injuries. He lastly moved his gaze to your face, noticing the tear stains on your cheek and your red eyes and at that he opened his arms, welcoming you in and it was all you needed. You practically let yourself fall into his arms, letting him comfort you and letting his strong arms pull you close.

After simply holding you close for some time, Daveed pulled back a little to look at you. “What happened to you, Y/N?” He asked, sounding really concerned as he gently wiped one of your tears away with his thumb.

You shrugged, not knowing where to begin. “What didn’t happen?” You whispered, your voice sounding a lot weaker than you thought it would.

Daveed sighed softly, simply pulling you close again. You knew that you would definitely have to explain at some point. But, for now you just stayed in his warm embrace with his strong arms wrapped tightly around you.

After a while, the two of you finally pulled away. He smoothed your hair gently, before speaking; “Do you wanna head inside?” He asked.

You nodded and let him lead you inside, you followed him all the way to his couch where you sat down before you spoke. “So… I should probably explain.” You started, as he sat down beside you.

“Yeah, that would be pretty great,” Daveed admitted. Maybe he could tell that you were somewhat nervous because he gently took your hand. “Just go slow, okay? It’s gonna be fine.” He reassured you.

“Right… Well. I went to dinner at my parents’ place...” You started, grimacing slightly. Daveed actually looked terrified about that. You understood, though. Your parents probably did not seem like the nicest people at all. “Garrett had obviously told them about when he met us. My father disapproved strongly. Mother didn’t say a lot. I had a really big fight with my dad and he basically called you the most disgusting things, so I stood up to him and gave him a piece of my mind. Us fighting pissed my mother off and she basically said that if I wanted to have any kind of relationship with you, then I couldn’t be part of their life and I don’t really want to be either, so I guess that’s fine….” You rambled.

He looked really stunned at first. “Wait. So, you aren’t going to see your family again?” He asked, trying to process everything you had just said.

“I guess not. A lot of other stuff happened too, but that is a story for a time when I’m not about to cry.” You tried to joke it off, but tears soon ran down your cheeks again. Sure, you hated your family. But they were also your family.

He wrapped his arms around you again, carefully pulling you close. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s difficult. I get it.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him as well, clinging to him as if you would dissolve if you let go and you actually felt like that.

“We’re gonna figure this out okay, Y/N? Everything is going to be fine.” He mumbled against your hair. You were not exactly sure how long the two of you sat like that, but once Daveed finally pulled away again, you were pretty close to being asleep in his arms.

You stretched a little, offering an apologetic smile. “I should probably head home.” You sighed. You did not mean for this to take this long, as you had honestly just imagined him to reject you. But he did not and now you felt even more exhausted than before.

“Stay.” He simply said, pulling you close yet again. You were not about to complain about him asking you to stay, so you simply snuggled closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the soft scent of him. You were not sure how the two of you got to this point, after all, you did not really know each other that well. But, it still felt so right and you could not find yourself caring whether or not you knew him well enough for this because it really did not matter, did it?

You must have drifted off at some point because when you opened your eyes the next time, you were lying in a bed with the sun peeping through the blinds, the light hitting your face ever so softly and heating up your cheeks. You had never seen the room before, though you already knew where you were. You sat up, stretching lightly. Daveed was not beside you, so either he was already up or he had slept on the couch. You suddenly felt really bad. What if you had forced him to sleep on the couch?

You quickly got up, making your way out of the bedroom. You were soon met with the nice scent of breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon and everything that belongs to that kind of breakfast. You made your way to Daveed’s kitchen, leaning against the doorframe lightly.

“Did you sleep on the couch?” Was your initial question.

You must have startled him because he jumped slightly before turning to you. “Y/N. Good morning to you too. Yes, I did sleep on the couch.” He admitted as he handed you a mug of coffee.

You felt your cheeks light up and you lowered your gaze. “I’m really sorry, D.” You apologized as you took a sip of the still hot liquid, burning your tongue slightly.

“It’s cool, really. I’m good.” He answered with a small chuckle, making you giggle as well. “How’d you sleep?” He added.

“Well, I woke up in something that wasn’t my own bedroom, so I guess I just need a moment to get over that.” You joked.

Your joke made him snort and he shook his head at you. “At least you didn’t have to sleep on a couch.” He teased with a wink.

You groaned slightly. “Fuck you, D.” You simply answered as you put your mug down on the counter. “Do you need help with anything?” You asked. You did not really like standing around doing nothing while he cooked breakfast.

“Sounds like fun, but maybe we should wait a little.” He joked. “I’m almost done. You can help me with the dishes later, though?” He then suggested.

You simply decided to ignore his joke, but could not help the small blush that spread across your cheeks. You felt a bit bad for not being there to help, though. But you simply nodded anyway. “Sure.” You agreed. It was the least you could do after everything he had done for you.

The two of you sat down at the table shortly after. You felt weirdly at home with him, even if you had never been to his apartment before. Perhaps that was just how Daveed made you feel; at home.

“Do you wanna go into more detail about what happened last night at your parents’?” He questioned.

You shrugged shortly at his question, leaning your elbows against the edge of the table, folding your hands under your chin. “I’m not sure if there’s much more to tell. My dad just started by saying ‘So, Garrett saw you with a black guy on the street the other day’ and I was stupid enough to talk back to him and just snapped at him after he basically told me to behave and asked me what I was doing with a guy like you.” You started with a weak smile.

Daveed did not even seem surprised. He had met Garrett after all, so he had figured that your parents would be the same, if not worse. “And then? What did you snap back at him with?” He asked.

You took another sip of the coffee Daveed had given you earlier. “I said; ‘A guy like him? Really? You and your friends ruin every form of relationship that I have with any person who doesn’t have the same values and views as you. Why does his complexion even matter to you?’ And I was almost yelling at him at that point.” You chuckled slightly because you were honestly so happy that you had finally stood up to your family and especially your father.

Daveed seemed proud in a way that made your heart swell. “You really said that?” He asked in awe.

You nodded with a slight grin. “Yeah. I decided what I wanted even before I got there. I knew he was going to bring the situation with Garrett up so I just decided that I wouldn’t take any more of his crap.” You explained.

“Did he snap at you after that?” He asked. Neither of you seemed to be focusing on the food that was getting cold in front of you right now. He needed to hear what had happened.

“Yeah, definitely did. He basically said that he wouldn’t tolerate me speaking to him like that and called me a brat. He told me that he had given me everything I could ever ask for and said that this was what he got in return. He even told me that he didn’t want me to see you anymore.” You answered with a snort. I was a huge mess.

Daveed looked mildly pissed at that, clenching his fist a little, which made you place a gentle hand on top of his. “How the hell can he even think that it’s okay to speak to anyone like that?” He asked through slightly gritted teeth.

You shrugged. “I did give him a piece of my mind after that. I told him that he could find someone else who wants to be subject to his male chauvinistic views because I couldn’t deal with that shit anymore. I called him a bigot, racist, sexist and a homophobe and that he didn’t get to tell me what to do with my life. I told him, that he might be my dad but that I never asked or wanted anything from him.” You added, lowering your gaze at the next part. “I told him that… That you had made me happy, but because of him and my mother I would never be happy.” You said in a low voice.

Daveed gently tilted your head up by the chin. “Yes, you will.” He simply said, offering you a soft smile.

You started to tear up a little again. “My mom didn’t really interfere until that point, where she basically slammed her hand on the table and yelled enough. I thought that she would save my ass, but that wasn’t the case.” You murmured, biting your lip lightly to hold back the tears.

Daveed got up, pulling you with him and pulled you into a tight embrace. You were not even sure why you were crying again because standing up to your parents was something you had wanted to do for a while now and now that you finally did it, you were so worried about the consequences that would follow. Daveed simply held you close for a while, his strong arms holding you gently.

“I thought my mom had finally realized that they had been wrong all along because she started to say that if I wanted to be with ‘a black’, they couldn’t really tell me not to.” You started, sniffling slightly.

“A black? She really said that?” Daveed snarled angrily. You were angry too because they had no right to say anything like that.

“Mmmh. Then she continued to say, that if I wanted to date you, then they wanted nothing to do with me and they told me I couldn’t ever contact them again. She literally said that they don’t approve of this lifestyle of mine.” You murmured against Daveed’s chest.

He placed a light kiss in your hair, shaking his head lightly. “God. I wish you didn’t have to go through that.” He sighed. No one as amazing as you deserved to go through something like that, he thought. No one deserved to go through that, period. “Did anything happen after that?” He asked.

You looked up at him with a weak smile. “It did… I told her that it didn’t even matter because I screwed up whatever I had with you because it was that or getting screwed over by my own family. I told her that I didn’t care anymore and that I didn’t care about losing all the people I knew because they were practically all like them and I would still have done the right thing. I told her that if her and my father didn’t start realizing soon that what they are doing is wrong, then I wanted nothing to do with them.” You rambled.

“Hey, Y/N. You didn’t screw this up. I’m still here, you know.” He tried with a weak smile, gently tilting your head up by your chin to meet your gaze again. “I’m still here.” It was barely above a whisper as he bent down to kiss you.

You felt paralyzed at first, but your arms soon snaked around his neck, pulling him further down towards you as you kissed him back. Your lips moved together in perfect sync and the kiss pretty much took your breath away. Was this really happening? Definitely was.

#I know you guys love my gifs #oke #pls love me #daveed diggs x reader #clipping.#black-ish #former hamilton cast member #hamilton x reader #hamilcast x reader #i'm sorry this took so long #but now it's out #and I hope you enjoy my trash writing #comments are always appreciated #fanfics #imagines #reader inserts

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[2/8/17, 8:06:20 PM] dom (Festive BB2 Host): dr: OF COURSE IM NOMINATED FOR EVICTION OF COURSEEEEEEEEEE

[2/8/17, 8:26:45 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: so basically my plan this week is to win veto and pull zach down and put up nic!

[2/8/17, 8:27:18 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: nic and dom are a power duo and they keep making snide comments at me and julia and its getting kind of annoying. i KNOW that they would target me if they won hoh so i might as well take the first swing!

[2/8/17, 8:27:39 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: while i do want to see if zach is actually here to play, i do want to keep him around

[2/8/17, 8:38:26 PM] veronica [ sin-hoe host ]: dr: ok whew so obvs i was not nominated and im a lil bummed i dont get to play in veto but its alright since i know im 100% safe and so now i can just rest up all of my energy to hopefully win next week’s hoh and just pass it back and forth between nicholas and so we make it to the end!

[2/7/17, 11:03:24 PM] Ruthie: (*) NICHOLAS WON HOH. HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT THAT? (*)

[2/9/17, 12:03:41 AM] Sydney Dianne Hickery Dickery Dock: IM HAPPY NICHOLAS WON HOH WOO

[2/9/17, 8:51:11 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: GUYS I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THESE RESULTS!

[2/9/17, 8:51:15 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: ANYONE BUT DOM

[2/9/17, 8:51:17 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: CAN WIN

[2/9/17, 8:53:45 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: IF DOM WINS POV MY PLAN IS SPOILED

[2/9/17, 9:05:32 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: IVE TURNED INTO SUCH A BITCH SOMEONE HELP DSMFKMDFSS I FEEL SO MEAN

[2/9/17, 9:06:58 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: its probablyfoolish of me to be playing so hard this early

[2/9/17, 9:07:11 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: but i need to make sure what i want to happen happens

[2/9/17, 10:09:45 PM] zach: On 2017-02-09, at 9:26 AM, zach wrote:

> hey khaled you straight ;)

On 2017-02-09, at 9:26 AM, zach wrote:

> hey khaled you straight ;)On 2017-02-09, at 9:26 AM, zach wrote:

> hey khaled you straight ;)

[2/9/17, 10:09:47 PM] zach: its for my friend

[2/9/17, 10:17:12 PM] Ruthie: :O

[2/9/17, 10:17:24 PM] zach: im just asking i promise

[2/9/17, 10:17:40 PM] jeffery: i hope he says “now i am"

[2/9/17, 10:35:21 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: I WON VETO

[2/9/17, 10:35:23 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: OH MY GOD

[2/9/17, 10:35:34 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: ME RIGHT NOW

[2/9/17, 10:35:36 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: IM SO HAPPY

[2/9/17, 10:41:47 PM] zach: dr:

honestly my dad won veto so he’s going to use it on me and nic’s being backdoored like im actually happy my kink! nicholas is honestly one of my fav people ever and like im so glad i met him literally first wheen i joined this community

[2/9/17, 10:43:04 PM] jeffery: nicholas nominated you and he’s using veto on you?

[2/9/17, 10:43:16 PM] zach: yeah bc he promised everyone safety

[2/9/17, 10:43:20 PM] zach: so he put me up bc i offered

[2/9/17, 10:43:27 PM] zach: and he and i were going to try hard in veto

[2/9/17, 10:43:30 PM] zach: it was a plan

[2/9/17, 10:44:07 PM] zach: also ill post tea here

[2/9/17, 10:44:14 PM] zach: [2017-02-09, 11:58:22 AM] Madison: Zach i hope you dont get evicted so i can take your crusty ass to f2

[2017-02-09, 12:07:55 PM] zach: ilysdfdsfns

[2017-02-09, 12:08:57 PM] Madison: If you dont get taken off I'll vote to keep you even tho you're on the block with my best friend

[2/9/17, 10:44:15 PM] zach: i love her

[2/9/17, 10:46:39 PM] veronica [ sin-hoe host ]: dr: woohoo ok so nicholas won veto which is great and means dom is probably going but i kinda want to just get zach out anyways bc like the sooner i can get some of my friends ive had before the game started the better because the longer theyre in the game the more chances of us having fights are gonna happen so i want to not fight them and just have them be out of the way. i accidentally exposed that nicholas is my duo f2 to madison but i think most people know already because everyone knows we know each other irl its not a secret anymore and like i finally had a chance to be on the detention call and so i think i bonded a lil more with matthew colin and madison and so thats good but either way i just dont trust people enough so i do wanna win hoh and since its over the weekend i should have enough time to try and do whatever the comp is and if i dont win hopefully another warbler wins idk im going to message more people after work and just keep being me and hopefully slide under the radar considering i know a lot of these people know i can do really well in orgs

[2/9/17, 10:47:16 PM] veronica [ sin-hoe host ]: also i wanna do vl shout outs but im going to do them tomorrow considering ive told ppl i went to bed already when in reality i wrote a dr fjldksafjslakfj

[2/9/17, 10:47:24 PM] Chrissa (survivor island of shade hoest/ihos germany host): I don't have anything to dr about except dom and Zach are on the block and that's crazy but I am split on who to vote at the moment lol idk

[2/9/17, 10:48:41 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:50:43 PM] Matthew Henning: PoV went just fine, I knew that the outcome didn't really matter, Nicholas said I'm safe. Two of the three in my clique I think are going to be deadweight, I think Sydney will probably carry the group if she's active enough. Otherwise it's going to be me using Elijah and Nic as meatshields.

[2/9/17, 10:50:59 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:51:53 PM] zach: i fucking love my dad like idk he is literally the nicest person and unless he memes the fuck it and doesnt save me idk dsfosudbf id laugh still but i love nicholas and i trust him and he’s like the greatest person i met from this community and im so happy he won like idk its fun and i kind of dont want to leave this game??? im ready to?? win??

who’s in my clique again

[2/9/17, 10:54:07 PM] zach: ok so

daniel? walked bye i guess he’s gone but thats sad bc he was an obvious target but was annoying zz

rhea? i love her she’s precious and my memequeen but like idk i havent messaged her once in this game and tbh i forgot she was in this game till i just read that chat and saw she was on my clique??

madison? i love her so much omg no like she’s such a good person and wants me safe and i love her i am just worried that if i have to cut her later it’ll get messy bc i am a GLEEK!

[2/9/17, 10:54:58 PM] zach: i dont think i’d actually ever cut madison bc i like her too much and im such an easy person to manipulate but

[2/9/17, 10:47:50 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:52:16 PM] Madison: Nicholas winning pov is great because now I know that my alliance has full control over this week. I'm hoping the rumors are true and he uses it on Zach and puts up Nic because I would like for both Zach and Dom to stay this week and Nic to go because he annoys me and could be very dramatic. As for my clique, I feel a lot better about them now that Daniel is gone, and I'm hoping that we don't lose any more members this week!

[2/9/17, 10:51:35 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:53:01 PM] dom (Festive BB2 Host): Nicholas isn't gonna use it and I'm so upset because I really want to stay and fight in this game but I know I'm gonna get evicted against Zach

[2/9/17, 10:53:30 PM] dom (Festive BB2 Host): and my clique is just too much for me they're not gonna save me

[2/9/17, 10:47:31 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:54:18 PM] Colin McC: Nicholas winning hoh AND pov?? YAS THATS MY DAD AMERICA. Nicholas is such a king and an icon and the Warblers would be lost without him. As for people in my clique? I literally love them all. so. much. Chrissa is a literally like the nicest person ever, the queen of foot diseases herself. Nicholas, like I said, my dad. I can def rely on him to win comps for the clique, not to mention he has an amazing social game as well; everyone loves Nicholas. And finally, Veronica. Tbh I was kinda on rocky terms with Veronica, like we didn’t mesh super well in the last game we played but we had a long, nice conversation yesterday and??? She is so nice and fun to talk to omg.

[2/9/17, 10:49:59 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:54:45 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: omg I’m happy i won pov!!!

[2/9/17, 10:54:49 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: I LOVE MY CLIQUE

[2/9/17, 10:54:54 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: THEY ARE ALL SO PERFECT

[2/9/17, 10:54:59 PM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: AND I WOULD KEEP THEM SAFE EITHER WAY

[2/9/17, 10:49:28 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 10:55:15 PM] Rhea <3: Diary Room

So, when I found out Nicholas and I were going to play a game together I nearly SCREAMED out of joy! He has hosted me twice, and I hosted him once, but we have never played together.

So, I think this will be lovely! And so far he hasn't nominated me which is nice. He controls all the power this week's and if he's being legit with me, that's good because it means I am going to be safe. I REALLY like him and I hope he and I can take this game and let it ride! I think he's someone I can work really well with. So I am looking forward to this!

[2/9/17, 10:56:07 PM] Colin McC: On 2/7/17, at 10:12 PM, Colin McC wrote:

> (i’ll try to do a video of cast assessment for a dr tomorrow unless I forget kdlsgjdkg)

YIKES i forgot to do this. Ummm I promise I’ll do one tomorrow, and if not I’ll AT LEAST do it over text sakljgdg

[2/9/17, 10:47:09 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/9/17, 11:42:06 PM] elijah D: DR: WHAT A KING , and honestly I want different clique mates

[2/9/17, 11:43:35 PM] dom (Festive BB2 Host): On 2/9/17, at 11:42 PM, nicholas wrote:

> whew ok first of all thanks so much for messaging me!!! this week is wild so i am going to take some time to think things over and make a decision but i will take that into consideration! have a good night!

UGHHHH HE IS SO FUCKING FAKE LIKE JUST FUCKING TELL ME THAT YOU'RE NOT GONNA USE IT ON ME

[2/9/17, 11:43:42 PM] dom (Festive BB2 Host): I HATE ALL OF THESE PEOPLE HERE FUCKING SHIT FUCK THEM ALL

[2/10/17, 12:11:17 AM] andie welch: I feel good about Nicholas winningg pov!! idc about these noms that really I know dom is in a premade with madion + nic so yeah I want them #gone

ALSO people in my clique? I love Julia rae, dom is okay, Julia roxy is a FREAK and it's kinda funny but also weird.

[2/9/17, 10:49:08 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/10/17, 12:32:42 AM] Roxy (EMVivor Host): Nicholas is bae and p I my cliwueare there

[2/9/17, 10:48:07 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*)

[2/10/17, 3:33:09 AM] julia rae: I feel good about Nicholas winning bc hes prob one of my closest allies and we best buds!! but we've been fake fighting a lot on call so it seems like we don't like each other hehehe

[2/10/17, 3:33:35 AM] julia rae: and then the people on my clique are alright, I like andie and julia but like dom is gross

[2/10/17, 5:55:02 AM] zach: i heard tea that matthew told nicholas to use the veto on me ?? why am i so loved oh my god people want me here

also veronica has an advant. in the next hoh so she scary. her/nich f2 confirmed, ver leaked to Mad about it.

im going to be asked to be nominated every week bc that sounds fun

i think everyone wants dom out over nic but like i prefer nic bc nic is emotional and dumb zzz and i think i can forge a relationship with dom since talking to nic is like talking to a fucking wall

also i didnt know colin/rhea were in this game

andie is a king but he’ll nom me soon i know it

elijah king but will be pawned by others zzz

[2/10/17, 7:00:19 AM] Chrissa (survivor island of shade hoest/ihos germany host): so I can't sleep but that's not new lol so I am just here lol thinking about how I am jesse st. james trash but Sydney got him first lol

[2/10/17, 8:19:12 AM] Chrissa (survivor island of shade hoest/ihos germany host): also I will answer: I love my clique honestly I get along with all of them.

[2/10/17, 8:50:03 AM] nicholas [ sinnoh host ]: ok so i'm pretty sure i made my mind up about what i might do with the veto but i'm going to brew over my decision while i'm at school today! i definitely need to lay low moving forward and do my best to not draw any more attention to myself!

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rahvenboys · 7 years

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update on the crush situation + my date w a different guy for the anon

oh god you make it sound like my life is a romantic soap or something. Nothing really exciting happened but I’ll give you an update anyway.

WARNING: THIS IS SUPER SUPER LONG

I’ll give you an update on my crush first!! I still like him veeeery much! I actually managed to talk to him again! Have I not told you?

(all of this happened the week before easter break)

So I skipped half a lecture to finish an assignment I had to hand in on thursday (it was tuesday). I first went to the library of our department. At like 4pm I went downstairs to the general section of the library. I needed to look things up in encycopledias. I was in the isle where the encyclopedias were held. I was sitting on my knees on the floor. I was looking at the encyclopedias while texting a friend when I suddenly noticed someone had come in the isle. And guess who it was?? IT WAS HIM OF COURSE. And I didn’t even notice at first. I was suddenly very happy I was wearing a dress (with bare legs) and very sad I wasn’t wearing any make-up!

I was actually just taking pictures of the books bc I didn’t feel like staying in the library any longer. But he changed things. Suddenly I had a burst of motivation. I went to search for a free desk I could work at. Preferably close to him. One of the only empty spots was right opposite of him. Sooo I sat down in front of him and god I was kinda shaky!

Then we both still had to go back to the encyclopedia isle a few times. So he went there first and after like a minute I had to be there too. So I went there and saw him kneeling in front of the book I needed. So I kinda awkwardly knealt down too. He made a bit of room for me and we were sitting like 10cm apart and ahhhh. That was nice. I took out the book I knew covered my subject. And quietly told him thank you as I got up. And I went back to my spot. When I said that he seemed kinda surprised??

After a while we were both in the same Isle again, (we weren’t following each other or anything, we were just answering the same questions, tho we had different subjects we had to look up) and I saw him with an open book in his hand. Before I could think things through I had already asked: ‘can you find it,’. He looked up and said yeah I think I finally have now. So I answered after picking up a book myself ‘That’s good,’ I said that with like a half smile. And you know what that asshole does?? He gives me this radiating smile. I’m not even kidding his whole face just lit up and it was so beautiful??? I went back to my spot kinda dazed lol.

After another few minutes I went to return my book and get a new one. And as I’m browsing the bookshelves he comes into the isle, and goes looking for another book too. And he asks so how’s your assignment doing? and I went uhm kinda? I’m trying with weva (abbreviation for the course) you never know. And I don’t really remember what he answered. I remember asking him what library he had to go to for assignment 4. He answered and I said oh I had to go to... which is a pretty chill place to work but the fact that it has big windows, so everyone who walks by, just looks at you. And he said ‘I can believe that’. I also asked about who he had to research for the task we were doing. And he was just really really nice and it felt kinda comfortable. Usually I’m so nervous I just can’t act normal but I feel like I was quite normal and nice.

A while later I was browsing again and he comes in and says hey sorry do you have your syllabus with you, I forgot mine in my dorm. Can I borrow it please? And I was kinda surprised and bewildered but I still managed to say yeah sure so I went back to my spot and handed it to him.

When he gave it back, he made sure to look me in the eyes when he said thank you. Like there are these lights right on your eyelevel so you don’t really see much of the person sitting opposite of you. So he leaned down and made sure we made eyecontact when he gave it back and it was just so sweet??? I feel like he’s the nicest person?? We didn’t really flirt and I don’t think I made a real romantic impression on him. But I at least hope he thought I was nice and looked good in my dress (it had an open back kinda so I hope he looked at that lol). God I just really want to get to know him more. I want to make him smile again!! I still don’t have the nerve to add him on fb tho as we didn’t tell each other our names. As soon as he mentions his name I will.

Then my date, which happened the day after the library thing. But I’ll give you some more info on the guy. So this guy I knew from middle school (in the American system/ we call it high school too) randomly sent me a message while I was in class. I didn’t think much of it so I answered and the conversation went flirty pretty fast. Bear in mind that since we were in the same class a few years ago I had seen him only a handful of times. Besides, I knew he had a girlfriend. And according to fb they were still dating so I was very suspicious. Basically he was saying that I could stay over after a night out. He mentioned his dorm a lot! So we were talking about meeting up and I was under the impression it was just as friends (bc he has a girlfriend or so I thought). My friend already thought it was a bad idea but I was like what could the harm be? So we met up on Wednesday to go for a drink. We were talking and it wasn’t very datelike ya know until we kinda gazed into each other’s eyes?? The moment was ruined by another table who were talking about sperm loudly. He also told me he did have a girlfriend for a while but they had broken up two weeks prior our date. Bc she cheated on him and lied about it. And I of course told him that he deserved better.

He mentioned that we could go to his dorm a few times and I was like noo I still have to finish my assignment at the library. (which was kinda true I still had to finish the damn thing). So he walked me back to the library and he just came closer and put his arm around my waist and idk how I felt about it. I didn’t expect anything like that okay. So we were walking through this alley and we kinda stopped and he started giving me kisses on the cheek and he was like ‘I wanna kiss you’ and I was kinda like idk dude this doesn’t seem smart. I kinda felt like I could have been anyone. I mean he was very insistent on us meeting that week even tho I told him that I had lots of work. I kinda felt he was doing it just to get back at his ex in a way?? I was just confused at that point dude. Besides he’s kinda one of my friend’s exes. (Tho she doesn’t mind when I told her I went on a date with him and said I rejected him she was like why didn’t you just kiss him??) I was sooo confused and I kept telling him that this wasn’t smart and he was frustrated but I just didn’t know what I wanted bc at one point it was cute and kinda romantic and if it had been with my crush it would have been a perfect date! But I feel like he just wants me in his bed to have someone in his bed ya know? I felt like he wanted to use me kinda?

So I didn’t kiss and went to the library. Afterwards I went home (still a little tipsy) and he sent me a message saying he’s sorry but he just thought I looked pretty and he really wanted to kiss me. And I told him that he didn’t really do anything wrong. And maybe next time.

I literally don’t know how I feel about this guy. He’s nice and all and not unattractive but I don’t entirely trust his motives. Besides I don’t really have that much experience so that makes me nervous lol. However, I have been thinking about him a bit lately and I think I’m going to give him an another chance? So I messaged him and we’re probably going out again next week + we’re probably going to kiss and idk how I feel about it all. What has my life turned into?

Boys are confusing.

#tp #crush tag #I could use some advice #I can't believe you're interested #but here is my super super long update #I don't know if I should focus on my crush #bc I'll probably never get him #or to give my date another chance #my life is never this dramatic #boys are trouble #messing with my heart all of them #jolien speaks

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