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azzibuckets · 10 days

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Paper Rings [Part 5/10 | Paige Bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: the morning after

a/n: i love making people cry so some pretty angsty stuff up ahead 😁 forgive me for turning paige into a slight asshole

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FLASHBACK: 1 YEAR AGO

The green LED light on Paige’s alarm clock blinked 3:07 AM. Paige had been up for the past two hours. Tossing and turning seemed like the right phrase, but she didn’t want to wake you, so all the turmoil stayed inside her head.

A burst of warmth ran through her body and flooded her senses whenever she looked at you. You were curled up against her side, lightly snoring. You looked so soft in the moonlight, and Paige wanted to take a photo of you like this and ingrain it inside her brain. But her mind’s been running non stop for the past 120 minutes, overcome with regret over what you two had just done.

Paige had always known of her tendencies. She wouldn’t call herself a player, because she never intentionally led girls on. She always made it clear to her one night stands what they were - a hookup, with no strings attached. But some girls never seemed to get it. Every so often there would be someone who got attached to Paige after just one night together and ended up leaving her apartment in tears, cursing her name. She hated when that happened, hated seeing them cry.

So she vowed to herself never to sleep with you. Not because she didn’t want you, because God knows how many sleepless nights she spent in this very bed, dreaming about the pink of your lips and the curve of your hips. But because she knew how complicated things would get. Your friendship was the one thing that had remained stable in Paige’s life the past few years. There mere thought of losing you made her heart pound and head throb.

So Paige had stayed strong. Never mind all those moments where her hands had lingered on your waist a little too long, or the fact that the wallpaper of her lock screen and home screen were both pictures with you, or the fact that you were the only person pinned on her messages app besides her family. She knew she couldn’t have you.

Paige brushed a strand of hair from your eyes, letting the pad of her thumb trail down your cheek. You stirred in your sleep, a smile drifting faintly across your lips, and shifted closer to her, burying your face in her abdomen. And in that moment, Paige realized two things.

#1. She was in love with you. Yeah, she’d always loved you as a friend. You were thoughtful and supportive, a best friend a person could ask for. But beyond that, you made her feel seen. To you, Paige wasn’t just a basketball player or a pretty face. You had broken through her barriers and made the effort to know her on every level, and that was what Paige in love with you.

#2. She didn’t deserve you. Paige thought back to all those times she’d canceled on movie nights because somehow she’d ended up again at the bar with her teammates, flirting with pretty girls while the prettiest girl sat alone in her room. Or when she’d briefly dated Anna, who had apparently been cold to you for their entire relationship, always making snide comments when Paige wasn’t around. But you had saw how happy Paige was (but not as happy as she was whenever she was with you), and had kept silent, not wanting to ruin Paige’s relationship. And even though Paige had broken up with Anna as soon as she’d found out about her behavior, she couldn’t quiet the voices in her head blaming her for letting someone treat you like that. You were the best person in the world, Paige thought. And you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Not me.

So after having come to those two conclusions, Paige knew what she had to do.

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You woke up in a daze. Checking your phone, you realized it was only 8 AM. Tired, you slumped back into the pilllow. The events of last night only came back to you when you moved the sheets of Paige’s bed and saw your bra.

You couldn’t help but smile as memories of fisted sheets, shaking legs, and hands intertwined in each other’s hairs came flooding back. You pressed your fingers to your lips, the lips that Paige had kissed over and over again just hours before. You and Paige had slept together, and everything had felt so right. And god, that was the best head you’d ever gotten.

Getting up, you heard clattering in the kitchen and footsteps outside. Assuming it was Paige, you didn’t bother to cover up when the door swung open, but your mouth fell open when you came face to face with Azzi.

“Oh my god!” Azzi shrieked. Both of you stared at each other for a second before you grabbed the comforter off Paige’s bed to cover your body. “Get out, get out, get out!” you yelled.

Azzi slammed the door. Heart beating fast, you rushed to find your clothes. “Did I just see what I thought I saw?” Azzi yelled from the other side of the door.

“Azzi Fudd, I will smack you,” you yelled back as you started to pull on your jeans.

“Did you and Paige sleep together?” She screamed. “Oh my god, she’ll kill me if she finds out I walked in on you like this.”

You fiddled with the buttons on your jeans. “That’s why we’re gonna keep this a secret. You’re not gonna tell anyone we slept together.”

“What?! But now Aaliyah and Nika owe me twenty dollars,” she complained.

You tugged on your shirt. “I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t just tell me that three of our closest friends made a bet on us sleeping together.” You opened the door and glared at a sheepish Azzi. “Now where the hell is Paige?”

“I dunno. I heard her leaving an hour ago. I thought I was home alone. You scared the shit out of me,” Azzi side eyed your sex and bed hair, and you ran your hand through it, trying to make it look less messy. “So, how was it?” Azzi leaned towards you with a sly smirk on her face. “Was it good?”

“Oh my god, Azzi.” You pushed her out of the way and grabbed your purse from the couch. “I’m leaving. You better keep your mouth shut.”

“No promises!” Azzi called after you, cackling as you left the apartment.

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5 DAYS LATER

“Open the fucking door, Bueckers.” You rapped on the door of Paige’s apartment, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited.

After you heard noises from inside but she still refused to open the door, you knocked even harder. “I know you’re in there, asshole. Azzi told me you’ve been in here the entire day.”

Finally the door swung open, and I laid eyes on Paige for the first time since we’d slept together 5 days ago. Her hair was in a messy low bun, and she was wearing her grey UConn sweatpants and a sports bra. You ignored the blush that rose from your neck from seeing her bare abdomen, all sculpted and taut, and instead glared at her.

“What the fuck, Paige? You haven’t responded to any of my texts and calls in the last week. Are you seriously ghosting me?” You pushed past her into the apartment.

Paige stared at you, still not saying anything. The last five days had been hell. You knew that sleeping with your best friend would change things. It would be awkward, and unsure, but you and Paige have always been able to figure everything out. So you didn’t expect for her to drop all communication with you, leaving you alone in bed the morning after and then ignoring all your attempts to talk to her after.

Paige smirked at you, but it wasn’t tantalizing and seductive like the last time you saw her. It was sharp, calculated, like she knew something that you didn’t. “Damn, I was that good, wasn’t I?”

“Paige, I need you to be serious right now.” Your voice was rising in pitch, your frustration showing. “We need to talk about us.”

Paige folded her arms, and she had never looked so distant. “What is there to talk about?”

You pushed her, not hard, but enough for her to stumble back. “Okay, so you fucked your best friend, and now you don’t even wanna talk about it?”

Paige swallowed, and she looked away. “We lost in the Final Four that night.”

“Yeah, so?” Your face was flushed red with anger, and you felt hot all over. “What’s that gotta do with anything?”

She turned back to look at you. Her face was impassive now, and you wondered at who this girl in front of you was. It seemed like you didn’t even know her, this version of Paige. “It was a tough game,” she said curtly. “I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.”

I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.

You physically recoiled. Those words resounded in your mind, ricocheting from every corner, repeating itself until you went numb. You tasted something bitter in your mouth, a confirmation of what you had been worrying yourself sick about 24/7 for the past several days. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Paige regarded you coolly. “I’m starting to get the feeling that you thought that night was a declaration of love or something. I mean yeah, you weren’t bad for your first time, but it was just sex.”

A jumble of something terrible and bitter began brewing in your stomach. It was a mixture of anger, and horror, and shock and pain, threatening to spill over. You didn’t know whether you wanted to sob or throw up. That night you had basically admitted to Paige that you had wanted her for so long but…had you been so foolish to believe that she actually liked you back?

“You’re really nothing but a slut, huh,” you scoffed. You felt like a dagger was stabbing you, brutally piercing you in the heart as those words were spit from your mouth, but you were so angry, so furious, you couldn’t stop. “You don’t care about anything but getting laid. You’re so fucking shallow.”

For a moment, you thought you saw hurt flash through Paige’s eyes. But she quickly recovered, and her face turned stony again. “I’m not the one who was like a little fan girl, so desperate that you jumped on me as soon as I gave you the chance.” Her lip curled.

We, whatever we were, were over, and we both knew it. We were throwing out insults, maiming each other in an attempt to mollify our own hurt. We were drowning, and you knew it, god you knew it, your lungs felt on fire and you felt like you were losing everything in my life all at once. And you were too weak to stop it. Too cowardly to apologize, to take all your words back, to tell her you loved her so much, that you would be willing to stay friends and only friends and ignore the fact that you were heads over heels for her, just so she would stay in your life and you could go back to what you were before you made the most stupid decision of your lives.

But none of that came out. Instead, you said words that you didn’t mean.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, Bueckers. I fucking hate you.”

“Gladly.”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x you #uconnwbb #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #wbb #wcbb

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apple-and-berry · 1 month

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Queen of Tears presents us this incredibly flawed couple in such a heartbreaking yet funny way that it will tug your heart strings and will tickle your belly.

This is a story about how two people who are irrevocably in love with each other but are separated due to miscommunication. This is not a story about who is right or who is wrong or who suffered more. It's about how different each human being is and how we act regarding that.

Hyun-woo fell in love with Hae-in for who she is without having the knowledge of her family background. Like mentioned in the show he wanted to be by her side. This shows his devotion and loyalty to her. But what happens when your wife treats you in a cold manner infront of your office colleagues and doesn't stands up for you when your in-laws are constantly insulting you. Some people may say that she did support him behind his back but it doesn't work like that. What happens when your wife clears out the nursery built for your child that both you and your wife wanted but lose due to miscarriage, you are obviously hurt and angry. Would you feel okay if your partner doesn't care about your parents and your side of the family going as far as not saving their contact numbers and not visiting them. People would say she did help his father when needed and it only happened after the change of heart she had after her diagnosis, so I appreciate Hae-in for doing that but that doesn't cancels out the rest. Hyun-woo felt ghosted after the honeymoon phase of their relationship ended. It's a taxing process to be with someone who refuses to have conversations and internalises everything. He felt isolated in that relationship and Hae-in who was supposed to be by his side played a major role in it. He was miserable in that relationship because he comes across as someone who is definitely commucative and understanding. The thought of separating from her unscathed was a luxury he desired but couldn't dream. So he was happy and content with the knowledge of her dying because in that moment he was looking after himself. I don't agree with his reaction but I understand how toxic and awful things must have gotten to bring out such a reaction from someone who once doted on his wife. He is someone who doesn't have a single bad bone in his body and Hae-in obviously loved him but her actions were quite opposite. It was nice to see him realise his mistakes and take ownership of it and continue to do the right thing.

Hae-in is the best example children growing up in broken homes. Her family dynamic shows that you can have all the luxury and money in the world but love and togetherness can't be bought. Growing up in such situations can always make or break a person and in her case it broke her. She is someone who internalises everything because she thinks no one cares about her feelings and that she would be a burden if she told her problems. Her family has the biggest hand in her being that way. Her mother accusing her for her brother's death when she was a kid herself and then continuing to treat her that way is sad. It's no surprise that she thinks she doesn't deserve to be sad after the loss of her baby. She was happy in the brief period of time when she and Hyun-woo dated and later married because he was the first person who truly saw her and wanted to be with her. She loves him, there is no denying in that but as they say actions speaks louder than words. Regarding her I always question myself that would she have a change of heart if not for her diagnosis. The diagnosis obviously plays a big role in her life and now she is looking at things with different perspective and is trying her best to mend. I liked when she said she divorced hyun-woo because of everything he suffered during their marriage. She is taking accountability.

I just want both of them to actually have a real long conversation. I want both of them to put whatever they have felt on the table and work on it. Its not about who is right, it never has been. It's been always about their marriage.

#queen of tears #netflix #kdrama #kim soo hyun #kim ji won

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saintsenara · 25 days

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Weird question but do you think the centaurs SAd umbridge in ootp? It kinda feels like it’s written that way and it’s pretty disturbing tbh

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

the spoiler alert is that i don't - i think the series' approach to sexual violence leaves a great deal to be desired, but i don't think this is one of those cases - but obviously this discussion does come with a trigger warning for rape and is under the cut.

i know where this interpretation comes from - since a huge amount of the classical greek mythology surrounding centaurs is based in the idea that they rape human women - and i also know that the series' general view that any violence which happens to someone who "deserves" it is fine means that readers consider it plausible that jkr would have thought it acceptable for umbridge to be subjected to such a "punishment"...

and the text certainly can be read as showing the aftermath of a sexual assault:

All six of them looked around. Professor Umbridge was lying in a bed opposite them, gazing up at the ceiling. Dumbledore had strode alone into the forest to rescue her from the centaurs. How he had done it - how he had emerged from the trees supporting Professor Umbridge without so much as a scratch on him - nobody knew, and Umbridge was certainly not telling. Since she had returned to the castle she had not, as far as any of them knew, uttered a single word. Nobody really knew what was wrong with her either. Her usually neat mousy hair was very untidy and there were bits of twig and leaf in it, but otherwise she seemed to be quite unscathed. “Madam Pomfrey says she’s just in shock,” whispered Hermione. “Sulking, more like,” said Ginny. “Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this,” said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around. “Anything wrong, Professor?” called Madam Pomfrey, poking her head around her office door. “No... no...” said Umbridge, sinking back into her pillows, “no, I must have been dreaming...” Hermione and Ginny muffled their laughter in the bedclothes.

but i think its actual intention is for us to take ginny's reading of the situation as the correct one.

the series likes to punish its bad characters for their bad deeds with a punishment connected to their defining flaw. lockhart - the epitome of grasping narcissism is felled when he believes that he'll be able to perfectly cast a memory charm, too convinced of his own brilliance to notice that ron's wand is broken and the spell will backfire. fudge - a coward who's obsessed with his own public image - is forced from office when his year-long burying his head in the sand is revealed and the public turn on him. marietta edgecombe - a traitor, and a character jkr is on the record as loathing - is punished for wanting to remove the risk of negative attention falling on her and her family by having her crimes, quite literally, written on her face.

bellatrix is taken out by her arrogance, wormtail is taken out by his moral insubstantiality, and - of course - voldemort is taken out by his attempts to outrun both love and death.

what the series hates about umbridge is that she is the encapsulation of bureaucratic bigotry - she's someone who is obsessed with maintaining control and order by subjecting everything in her life to elaborate rules, she values the rigidity of social convention, and she is completely intolerant of anything which contradicts this rule-system. her ruthless discrimination against "half-breeds" is because she wants to confine things she fears or doesn't understand into rigid boxes - she doesn't want to risk discovering that a colleague she likes is a werewolf, because that would undermine the belief system she upholds, and so she removes that threat to herself by passing legislation which prevents werewolves from working alongside her.

her punishment for these crimes - in the series' world-view - must therefore directly relate to her prejudices, and - specifically - to her prejudices being wrong. it wouldn't do for her to be raped by creatures she considers subhuman, because this would justify her belief that centaurs [and werewolves, mermaids, goblins etc.] are savage beasts who will violate wizarding norms at every opportunity, and who, therefore, need to be subjected to violent wizarding control.

it makes more sense to suppose that she is subjected to something she would find it impossible to deny was "civilised" - i imagine, for example, that centaurs have their own legal system, and that she is dragged off to stand before the assembled community and have something which she can meaningfully recognise as a trial - and that her shock and disorientation is because her conviction that she'd be brutally attacked by a group she considers incapable of restraining or governing themselves did not turn out to be true.

and she is also, i think, supposed to be read as affected by the fact that dumbledore - whose authority she has been trying to eradicate from the school - is the person who rescues her, and who achieves through his commitment to [ostensibly] respecting centaur autonomy, far more authority over them than the ministry does.

her humiliation, then, comes - in the text's eyes - from the fact that her hypocrisy has been utterly exposed. and so ginny is right to say that she's "sulking" as a way of trying to save face.

#asks answered #asenora meta #dolores umbridge

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naksushadows · 5 months

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My favorite dramas of 2023

Honorable mention: Death Games which is still in release, so I won't include it here yet.

Alchemy of Souls Light and Shadow: As it ended this year I will include one of the biggest obsessions for me in recent years, it was a sublime experience following this drama and despite some unnecessary complaints regarding Go Younjung (who was not to blame for anything and that the hate and misogyny towards a new actress was very unfair) part 2 was a good conclusion to the story, perhaps if there had been more episodes and less insistence on the memory loss plot, and more screen time for the main couple who were the more charismatic characters that supported the plot alone, could have been even better.

Moving: The best drama released this year.

Moving is a story that is not just about the power of a superhero saving the homeland, but about family ties, friendship and companionship.

The story manages to make you relate to the characters with all their anguish, joys and despite them having unusual powers, they are believable and identifiable characters.

Everything in this drama was perfect, from the script, cast, photography, CGI, soundtrack, etc.

Twinkling Watermelon: I love watching stories that focus on family relationships, and one where we have a son going back to the past and meeting his own parents in his youth would definitely be a hit.

I liked how they approached music, art and sign language in this story and how relationships built from these shared experiences between people can change someone's destiny to live life better and enjoy it even with difficulties along the way.

Some things bothered me but nothing that took away the shine of the story for me. It was exciting to follow the journey of such charismatic characters.

Daily Dose of Sunshine: This drama deserved more recognition. The way he portrayed mental health was very sensitive and human. The actors were incredible, especially Park Bo Young who delivered a believable and emotional character.

My Journey to You: The most anticipated drama for me this year did not disappoint despite the open ending.

I believe that the entire story was so incredible and well executed that the ending didn't interfere with the watching experience.

The highlight of this cdrama was the female characters, I thought that even though most of them were spies/assassins they were very diverse, each one with a motivation and past that made them neither good or bad but rather human and complex.

Till The End Of The Moon: I confess that I expected to love this one more. I don't know if I created many expectations that were broken by the dream part, which I found exhausting and broke the rhythm of the drama for me. But it was still very striking, an iconic and well-executed enemies to lovers. The main couple had a lot of chemistry and both as solo characters supported the story itself. Tantai Jin was incredible and complex👉🏻 simply the most suffering demon I've ever seen

The Glory: I had high expectations regarding this drama, which were met and I believe that waiting to watch it after releasing all the episodes was the best option, because this way it didn't end up breaking the rhythm of the story and I could appreciate the way it was conducted revenge unlike some.

It's the first time I've watched something by Song Hye Kyo and I was positively surprised, she's a great actress.

The Good Bad Mother: I love stories focused on the relationship between mother and child, because even though it is different from my reality because I live on another continent, I can still relate to some issues that are universal.

The highlight of this drama was the performances and the cast's great rapport. If the ending hadn't been so rushed and there had been about 2 more episodes, it would have closed the story perfectly.

King the Land: This was the best romcom of the year for me. I looked forward to the weekends so I could be graced by the smiling couple. It was the cliché and comfort I needed after a stressful week of work.

I loved the vibe and lightness of old dramas that King the Land brought back.

And thankfully they avoided the murder plot in the middle of the story haha

I loved seeing Yoona doing an unpretentious romcom after a heavier drama like her previous one.

Doona: I confess that I was very involved in this drama, I don't think it was perfect but there was a lot of dedication and envolviment from the main couple, they had a lot of chemistry and the melancholy and uncertainty that the story brought really impacted me.

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they-are-a-prolife-autist · 2 years

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I was very very depressed in 2020. I remember going on a date, and having unprotected sex once during this period. During the act, I remember feeling like I didn't matter, that I wasn't in my body, I just wanted to die.

I didn't get pregnant that time. I tried to kill myself the day after, and since then have not had sex and I'm learning to be better about my boundaries and my self worth. But everyday I feel so ashamed about having put myself in that situation. I still struggle with depression and suicide.

What I wanted to ask you was, if I had gotten pregnant what should I have done? I'm so scared that any potential children of mine would inherit my family's mental illness, which I would never wish on anyone let alone someone I'm supposed to care for. I feel like an abortion would have been merciful, and yet also a sin? Life is supposed to be a gift, but... I truly wish I had never been born.

Everyday I think back and wish I had made better choices. I feel so responsible for what could have happened that night, and I'm just left so confused and ashamed.

Sorry if this is just bothering you, I was hoping I could hear your opinion (even though you're probably going to think that I'm a terrible person)

Anon you aren’t a bother. I don’t think you’re a terrible person. Everybody has their own baggage to carry and it is not my place to judge you harshly. God knows I have my own trauma and guilt to manage without making yours my business. ♥️ my page is a safe place for you, and my DMs are open.

I understand depression, suicidal thoughts and attempts, feeling like you shouldn’t have been born. Anon, you and I both are whole, complex, beautiful human beings and we deserve to live full lives regardless of the mistakes we have made and the trauma we have suffered.

I can’t look into your past and give you advice on the foolproof way to handle that hypothetical. I don’t even know what I would have done if my molester had gotten me pregnant in my teenage years. People in desperate, dangerous situations oftentimes will make bad choices. I think the important thing is, it didn’t happen. I can only say that there are crisis pregnancy centers, organizations, charities, and churches that revolve around providing help for situations where a pregnancy does occur. For anyone reading this who is in a desperate situation I would encourage to look into those options and reach out for help because someone will help you. You are loved, you’re still precious, you aren’t used or broken or ugly and I understand the shame, but it’s a lie.

I also feel the fear of passing on my flaws to my children. I catch myself wondering if they’ll be depressed like me? If they’ll be autistic and suffer because of it? I worry about all the wrong in the world that could affect my future children and I find myself panicking and wanting to protect them from that. The thing is, everyone is flawed. Everyone has to live in a broken world and write their own story. Everyone has to struggle with doing their best not to hurt themselves or others with their choices. I think that’s part of why human beings are social creatures. We are meant to help each other, support each other, and at times… we’re meant to restrain each other from making bad decisions. It’s important to have a trusted community around you who loves you and who can help you when the brokenness of the world is too much to bear alone.

However, ending the life of a vulnerable human being to prevent them from experiencing life isn’t a mercy though. I think I speak about this in my pinned post. I’ve experience great trauma. I was poor, abused, I’ve been shot at, I’ve attempted suicide… I also play the piano. I have two cats that I love. I read. I write. I like to dye my hair. I have a life beyond what I have suffered and I think that you do too. Us survivors (of whatever we have survived) are more than our suffering. It took me a long time to be glad I was alive, to build up dreams of the future, to look forward to anything… but it happened. There is hope and light at the end of the tunnel.

Below is a picture of my brothers and sisters and I. Our lives have been pretty fucked up, and you can see bruises on my arms (middle in the blue shirt). But- this picture still brings me so much joy because it reminds me I still lived. And, if nothing else, I still have six other somethings to live for.

#my dms are wide open

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pressedlil · 2 months

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03/06/24

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Why am I constantly thinking of you? What would talking to you about what’s going on do for me? It’s not really fair to you looping you in on all of this, none of what’s happened to me is your fault. I am the only one accountable for my actions. I don’t want to be toxic. It’s hard because this really could have been me and you. Deep down I think I always wanted it to be me and you.

Mercury by Steve Lacy is definitely my anthem right now.. I am so in love with my baby and I don’t regret having him. But I wish I could provide him with a father who has loved him unconditionally from the start. I feel like I’ve truly made a mess with the choices I’ve made. I should be focusing on building my family but all I can think about is you.. am I really attached to who you are? Am I just attached to that feeling? I want to experience those mutual feelings, I want to be in love again with my partner. I don’t want to feel alone. I want my independence but I truly feel like I am built to be with someone else. So we can both be strong individuals but working towards that goal of doing our best together. I want to spend time with someone, I want to experience moments and build a relationship. I don’t want to be afraid that I am too much for someone. I don’t want me or my baby to feel like a burden. I want someone who wants me.

Im so sorry to my baby. His mommy really isn’t happy right now and I know this is affecting him too. I only want happy thoughts but it’s so hard when I don’t feel support from the person I need it from the most. It’s not fair, I didn’t want to avoid responsibility and I can’t get the same treatment of my baby’s father actually stepping up, actually DOING THINGS instead of just saying whatever he thinks I want to hear.

Thank you to my first love for not putting me in this situation. I know you didn’t want this and you showed me that. I fell for lust and broken promises. I believed the “give me a kid, let’s get married” bullshit. I let this boy ruin something so sacred and special and make me feel like it’s all my fault. The longer I go without speaking to him, the less my feelings grow. It sucks because it feels like my son will never get to experience his parents actually being together. He doesn’t deserve that, I’m sorry baby. I just want the best for you and I want you to feel loved and wanted. You are loved and wanted always by me. You are going to be so amazing and do great things. You have so much potential instead of you and I want you to pursue all of your dreams and passions. Life is too short not to do what you want. Please be more responsible than your momma. I can’t wait to meet you so we can start our lives together.

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wishesmsg · 11 months

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Dreaming of a Broken Tooth - Interpretation of Front Tooth Breaking and Bleeding

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Dreaming of a Broken Tooth

It is a negative dream for the individual. It indicates that there will be some arguments within the family. The dreamer will have to deal with malicious individuals. It signifies sadness and sorrow. It is interpreted that they need to stay calm. Additionally, it suggests receiving distressing news. The person should stay with their family during this period, as otherwise worse things may happen to them. Dreaming of a Decayed Tooth Breaking The breaking of a decayed tooth symbolizes getting rid of troubles. It is interpreted as an increase in income. It is evaluated as an increase in luck. It also signifies that the earned money will be lawful. It denotes happiness both in work life and social life. It is interpreted as the problems gradually disappearing over time. Dreaming of a decayed tooth breaking signifies leaving behind days filled with sorrow. A decayed tooth represents trouble. Therefore, its breaking carries a different meaning. The dreamer should keep their spirits high. If there is someone causing them distress in their life, they will face the deserved consequences. Dreaming of Half of a Tooth Breaking It indicates short-term stress for the individual. The cause of this stress can be various issues. For example, it could be stress from work or financial difficulties. Commentators have stated that this situation will definitely be temporary. It is also interpreted as victories to be achieved. It implies an increase in responsibilities day by day. Dreaming of half of a tooth breaking also signifies a long career. Although the process may be tiring, there will be abundant income. It indicates being loved by one's family. It is a sign of raising righteous children for the nation and society. Dreaming of Front Tooth Breaking It indicates that a friend will be lost in the dreamer's life. They will not be able to understand the reason. It is interpreted as the disappearance of valued individuals. Although the person may initially feel sad, they will later adapt and overcome this situation. Dreaming of front tooth breaking also signifies a change in luck. If the person is looking to get married, they need to wait a bit longer. They should not trust the people they encounter too much. While it may mean financial gain, it indicates spiritual distress. This dream serves as a warning to the individual. Dreaming of Upper Teeth Breaking It signifies experiencing troubles from the paternal side. It is indicated that the dreamer will have to borrow from unfamiliar people. The dreamer will become a very patient person. They will acquire this characteristic through their experiences. For those who have siblings, it represents short-term sorrow. Correcting the mistakes of a sibling is a great virtue. Therefore, the dreamer should be aware of their maturity and act accordingly. Dreaming of upper teeth breaking also symbolizes gained power, respect, and influence. They will prove themselves to everyone. They have worked hard to reach their current position, so they may be a bit arrogant. They will temporarily distance themselves from close relationships, especially with relatives. It indicates financial gain in the work life. Dreaming of Tooth Breaking and Bleeding In general, the sight of bleeding in a dream indicates a disturbance in interpretation. If the person immediately notices the bleeding, it prevents the disturbance. The breaking of a tooth followed by bleeding signifies a troublesome period in the work life. It is interpreted that the dreamer will receive support from family members and they will compensate for the loss. Dreaming of tooth breaking and bleeding also signifies strong family bonds. It means having power, respect, and wisdom. It is interpreted that the dreamer will respond with great patience to the wrongs done to them. It is indicated that they should stay away from malicious individuals in their life. Dreaming of Teeth It signifies that the dreamer will embark on significant endeavors. It is interpreted as an increase in income. It also indicates that prosperity will continue to grow within the household. Seeing healthy and beautiful teeth represents a bright future. Read the full article

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ocakess22 · 1 year

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#Blog 5

“CELEBRATING LITTLE SUCCESS”

I. Who are you?

My name is Ralph Pascual Betis and my family calls me “Raprap”. I am a grade 11 (HUMSS) student at Saint Pius x Institute of Cuyapo and I live in District 6, Corpuz street, Cuyapo, Nueva Ecija. I came from a family of five and I occupy the first position. My father works in other country while my mother is a full time house wife. I have 1 brother and 3 sisters. My hobbies include playing basketball, watching movies, playing online games, and spending time with my loved ones especially talking to my girlfriend everyday beside that my other hobbies are cleaning our house, fixing broken things, folding my clothes etc. I’m a good and responsible son to my parents, a good brother to my siblings and a supportive and understanding friend. I set goals for myself and work hard to achieve them. I’m not a perfect person Like everyone I have bad habits too, but I constantly working towards making myself better person.

II. How are you?

So far so good, for me I think I’ve got so far but I wish it could be better. There is so many circumstances but I choose to be brave and continue to find my purpose in life. People have different strengths include things like creativity, leadership, problem-solving, communication, and more. It’s important to develop your own strengths, while respecting and appreciating the strengths of others. My strengths are doing house hold chores, driving different land transportations (except train). While some of my common weaknesses include lack of confidence, poor time management, difficulty with public speaking, procrastination, and difficulty with confrontation.

However, I know that I have my own unique set of weaknesses so it's important to identify and work on improving them. When I’m losing myself or there’s a problem I am facing I have discovered that I don’t let insecurity, anxiety and sadness weaken me forever. I understand and accept them as part of life, and as part of a journey to find my lost self. I have realized that accepting myself as whole includes accepting my failures, betrayals, imperfections, mistakes and other weaknesses willingly. Rediscovering myself begins with accepting myself completely, both strengths and weaknesses. By accepting myself completely, I become more peaceful, more understanding and wise in looking at life, as well as accepting others as they should be.

III. Message for myself

Those tears are temporary. Your breakthrough is coming. Don’t give up. Don’t move backwards and move forward. It`s okay to be scared, but stop letting your fears win. I understand it’s hard to believe because of what you’ve been through, but you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved and you deserve to live life beautifully. You deserve good things. It’s okay to say “this isn’t for me” and it’s okay to follow your dreams. No one’s plan for you matters, what matters is God’s plan for you and what matters is your happiness. It’s okay to cry but you won’t cry forever. Problems will not win. Your are more than enough and you are someone important. You are someone special.

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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Loved your first fic of Lewis!💛

Can you make one where Lewis Hamilton and Y/N have a fight and have been living separately and then Lewis comes to meet Y/N one evening and makes an excuse that his toothbrush is with Y/N? And then Lewis confronts Y/N that he knows Y/N still love him but won't admit?

* I know this is a very specific prompt. Bare with me. I just wanted more Angst/ Fluff with Longing for each other and Deep feelings and keep it Non-explicit. *

A/N - I'm so glad you liked the fic 😊

We're Meant To Be

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (female)

Fandom - F1

Summary - After a messy fight, you don't know where your relationship stands. But when love is that strong, an argument can't stand in the way.

Warnings - Angst, fighting, swearing

Angered shouts. Tears of frustration. White noise. Desperate pleads. And then silence. That's what your neighbours would describe if they were asked to describe what they had heard from your house. An argument that seemed to have started over nothing, had blown up into a full scale fight. When had it become this bad? Only yesterday, you two had had a date night at home, with movies and wine. Everything was perfect. But then, suddenly everything seemed to go down a downward spiral.

Your relationship with your boyfriend had always been calm, it had been the type of love where you just loved each other with all your hearts, where fights were an incredibly rare appearance. You were both working, and he was away at races most of the time, so usually, you didn't waste time fighting, something that was an unnecessary waste of time in your opinion. But then, something had just switched for a second. It was after the race in Baku, and it hadn't gone well. Lewis had been heartbroken, after coming P15, and had heavily berated himself for it. To make him feel better, you had taken a couple of days off work. to just be with him and give him company to feel better.

It had been on the third day of you spending time with him that he had made an offhand comment that had struck a nerve with you. "I wish you could be there at race weekends more often. It's like you don't care enough about the races" The comment had pissed you off, to put it lightly. "What do you mean, I don't care about the races? I watch all of them Lewis, I'm always supporting you" you had practically seethed at him. "Don't get all huffy, darling, all I'm saying is that the other girlfriends and wives come quite often, but you only come to like three races a year" he had said, already regretting his words. "Maybe that's because I have a job?! I work for my living, and I love my job. I don't have time to fly around the world to accompany you to your races, and its damn hard to get leave off of work anyway, I was lucky to even get a week off of work, and you want me to be there every weekend? It's not possible for a working person, Lewis" you had said, anger bubbling in your voice, pulling away from him to sit up straight. "I know, I just meant-" "No, I know what you meant. I'm sorry I can't always be there, and don't you think I feel bad when I can't be there for you ?" "I know you do, I shouldn't have brought this up. But can you come for the next race?" He had asked, not looking at your eyes, regretting the answer. "I... can't. I have a really big meeting coming up and-" "And you can't come I get it"

And he had just left. You had felt your heart shatter, hating yourself for being so harsh with him. But it was true, you were a very hardworking person, and you had worked damn hard to get to where you were, successful at your job, one of the best in your field. It took years of hard work and perseverance and you were proud of it. But a part of you also knew that Lewis didn't deserve any of the crap you had given him, and you also knew that he was right, the other guys had their partners to support them during various race weekends, and you only showed up to one or two of them. He was well in his rights to tell you that. And you hated how it had ended.

You all alone, in your house, in a cold and empty bed, in a quiet house with silence that was much, much more deafening than words ever could be. It was heartbreaking, to see a future you had dreamed of just shattering in front of your eyes, dreams of having a family of your own with him fluttering away like wisps of smoke, the burning flames leaving only a heartbroken mess of a human being behind. Was that what it felt like? To be burned and left to turn to ashes, when a person that knew exactly how to ignite your flame just left you to burn away? To have someone who could ignite your all consuming passion, and turn you to putty in his hands, who could mould you back into shape, leave you to melt into a liquid through his fingers to just lay on the ground, a sad, broken, person.

And here you were, lying on your bed, the sheets that had warmed the both of you on cold nights, or been home to your pleasure laced activities now offering only some of the warmth it used to, cold and unforgiving, as you turned your pillow for the fifteenth time, neither side cool anymore. Even the pillow didn't want to forgive you, the sweat settling in on your neck again, beads of sweat running down your forehead again. The pulled curtains shielded you from the over bright sunshine, your damp hair sticking to your shoulders and neck. Your eyes, red rimmed and tired, shut to protect them from the faint light in the room, the tiredness not permitting you to even open them to look in the dim light of your room.

Somewhere near you, your phone buzzed again, for what felt like the hundredth time in three days. It had been three days, three long, painful days since you and Lewis had fought and not seen each other, and those 72 hours had ripped a part of your soul out. You had spent those three days in bed, your leave days still saving you from getting out of bed and dragging your body to office. Was your relationship over? Were you never going to meet the love of your life, the man you were destined to be with again? Sighing, you rolled over, pushing the damp strands of hair away from your face. Using strength you didn't know you had, you pulled yourself up, feeling your head spin.

Slowly, you made yourself walk into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and popping it into the toaster. Then you splashed some water on your tired face, shuffling over to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After finishing your toast, you peeled off the sweaty shirt you had pulled on when he had left, realising with a pang that it was Lewis's nightshirt you were wearing, a purple one he loved. Dropping it into the laundry basket, you turned on the shower, stepping under the warm shower. The warm spray untangled the knots in your matted hair, as you soaped your body and hair, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as memories of your showers together with Lewis came flooding back, as heartbroken sobs wracked your form again.

An hour after the not so great shower, you found yourself in another shirt belonging to Lewis, the bed in fresh sheets and covers, your pillow finally cool on both sides. You were clean and refreshed, albeit heartbroken, waiting on your takeout Chinese food and ice cream. Just as you lay there, scrolling through your Netflix account to watch some episode of FRIENDS to help you keep your spirits up, the doorbell rang. The thought of flavourful Chinese food and ice cream was enough to lure you out of your bed again, bare feet padding across the wooden floor to go to the door. You grabbed your wallet, opening the door, to find not your dinner, but Lewis, at the door, in one of your favourite sweatshirts on him. Did the clothes make you feel better? No. In fact, it just shattered your heart further.

"What are you doing here?" was the predictable line that left your lips. "I um, I left my toothbrush at your place. Can I have it back?"

"I beg your pardon? You left your toothbrush? You came back for a toothbrush, but not for me? Is that all I mean to you?!" you said, anger and a hint of sadness creeping into your tone. "You do mean a lot to me" he replied in a sigh. "Look, I didn't actually leave my toothbrush. That was a lie, and wow, I'm just realising how stupid that sounded, I'm sorry" His words were met with silence. The sadness in your eyes said it all. You were upset. Of course you were. "I don't have any toothbrushes except mine, so please leave" Before you could shut the door in his face, he pushed it back open, stepping into the house on his own.

"No do not come in here, please just get out!"

"No" was his frustrating reply. "What do you mean no? I said get out of my house!" "Not until we stop fighting and talk about what the hell happened!" Lewis yelled back, matching your tone. "Why the hell do you care?!" "Because I still love you damn it, I always have, and this stupid fight cannot, and should not break us apart!"

Your burst into tears. Sliding down against the wall, you buried your face in your hands, the sweatshirt arms covering your face as you sobbed. In an instant, Lewis was walking across to you, strong muscled arms wrapping around your shaking frame. "I'm sorry" you managed to blubber out, "I thought it over, and I don't go to support as often as I feel I should, and I'm sorry"

"No my darling, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that to you. You work so hard baby, and I'm so proud of you. And I know that you try to come whenever you can, and I love you so much for that. I'm sorry, and I never shouldv'e asked you to prioritize my passion over yours" rubbing your shoulders softly, he let his chin rest on top of yours. Sniffling, you let your head rest on his shoulder. The soft hiccups that left your lips broke his heart even further, something he hadn't thought possible.

The last 3 days had been pure hell for him. He had missed you, God, he had missed you. He had missed having you in his bed in the morning, tracing patterns on your bare skin. He had missed leaving kisses on your soft cheeks and hands and on your cute nose, missed smiling against your skin as you giggled. He had missed you playing with Roscoe, the doggo following the both of you around the house. Even Roscoe had missed you, sniffing around the house for your familiar smell, cocking his ears up and looking at his dad questioningly.

He had missed your perfume, the scent filling his senses, intoxicating him in the best way possible. He missed you curling up to him, playing with his hair or tracing his tattoos, leaving little kisses around the compass tattoo, tracing his 'Still I Rise' tattoo, missing the goosebumps that would rise on his skin when you traced Michelangelo's Pieta on his skin, and kissed the family and faith tattoos on his sternum. He missed you everywhere, and it had taken three days for him to realize that your presence grounded him. Your presence was something he needed, not to survive, he had done that before, he needed you for his happiness.

And having you in his arms, crying over what he had said? It shattered his heart. And he wanted to just fix everything, to bring everything back to normal. Stroking your hair softly, he kept his lips pressed to your ear, whispering soft "I love you's" and "I'm so sorry baby's" and "I'm here for you's" into your ear, feeling his heart lighten ever so softly when your sniffles decreased and your grip on yourself relaxed.

Moving up to meet his eyes, you moved so you were at eye level with him. "So we're both idiots who are sorry?" You murmured, running your hand up to his collarbone. With a soft laugh, he nodded taking your hand into his, rubbing his thumb over yours. "Fighting sucks" he mumbled pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It really does" your replied, moving so you were straddling his waist. "Let's never do that again, and let's just make a schedule. We can figure out when you can come and visit me, and I'll just deal with the fact that my ethereal girlfriend won't grace the race tracks every race weekend-" "It all sounds lovely but all I want right now is your lips on mine" you interrupted, bringing a smirk to his lips.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours, hand moving to maneuver your head closer to his, your hands moving up to cup his cheek, as your traced his jawline, his thumb running over your waist. Breaking apart softly, he let his forehead rest on yours. "I love you" he whispered softly. "I love you too" you mumbled back. Before he could lean back in, the doorbell rang again.

"Damn it. That's my chinese food and ice cream" you sighed, smiling when he laughed. "Was it that bad?" He asked, letting you get up to open the door. "Like you wouldn't believe it"

After getting the food and paying for it, you set two plates on the table and put enough on your plates. "You know what the worst part was about fighting?" "What was?" "Not waking up to you tracing my tattoos" "Aww that's what you missed?" You giggled, walking up to kiss the tattoos on his hands. "I really did. You're cute and adorable and you're all mine. That's why I don't wanna fight. Let's keep it that way" "I love you so much" "I love you too"

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A/N - I'm so, so sorry I took so long to write this, I really suck at angst, and I hope this is what you wanted, the last thing I want to do is give you subpar work 😭😭

Anyways, have a great day 💙

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #sir lewis hamilton #sir lewis #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton blurb #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #f1 drivers x reader #f1 drivers imagines

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hello-nichya-here · 3 years

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How NOT to write romance - How I Met Your Mother edition

Warning: long-ass post and lots of bitterness over a TV show that ended nearly eight years ago.

Basics for story-telling

If the romance you want to write is dysfunctional, fucking embrace it and have fun with the concept instead of pretending the bad shit the characters do is okay because “it’s true love”

Acknowledgde that your main character has flaws instead of acting like he is a saint who can do no wrong for no reason other than “he is the main character. Definitively don’t make him do, of his own free will, the exact exact same things the supposedly “selfish and cruel” womanizer does and then excuse it as him having “succumbed to/been tricked by a bad influece” like he’s child who doesn’t know any better instead of being a grown ass adult.

Don’t make your characters be annoying, entitled fuckers who think they have the right to judge others for wanting different things out of a relationship/not wanting a relationship at all. Don’t act like monogamy, double dates with other couples, marriage and children are something EVERYONE secretly wants deep down.

Don’t demonize the “evil” character of the group and act like the “heroes” being appalled by the shit he does is anything other than hypocricy. There’s literally nothing forcing them to be friends with him, so they’re obviously not as horrified at bad shit he does as they say they are, otherwise they would have ditched him a long time ago.

Don’t have the “heartless womanizer”, who we later find out is the ex-husband of the girl the lead wanted for himself, be shown to us exclusively through the eyes of the an unreliable narrator who had motivation to make him see worse than he is likely to be (get his kids to want him to get the girl instead of the “douchebag”). Also, don’t make his schemes to trick women into sleeping with them so completely absurd and ridiculous that the audience is pretty sure that 70% of the women he banged were completely aware he just wanted a quick fuck and went along with it anyway because they wanted some dick (and because the character is played by Neil Patric Harris, who is incapable of not being charismatic)

Fucking let you characters (especially the supposed hero we’re supposed to think is the best boyfriend ever) grow instead of making them constantly repeat the same mistakes

Lily and Marshall

Don’t make one of the characters hide something very important from their partner, and then have the audacity to be mad at them for “just not understanding” as if they were given any reason to understand what the problem even is

Don’t act like someone being heartbroken that their partner lied to them and practically made a plan to “escape” being married to them means they’re not being “supportive” of said partners dream - you should especially not do that after we were shown that they took a job they didn’t like just to make sure they’d have a secure future that would allow said partner to follow their dream.

Don’t have the character who was obviously in the wrong need to be convinced to get their shit together and apologize to their ex.

If a character forgave the ex who wronged them and even got back together with them, don’t have them constantly hold their past mistakes over their head like it that problem has not already been solved - you especially not make them do that on what was supposed to be their wedding day. They can either forgive their partner or not, they can’t keep going back and forth.

Don’t have them constantly hide important shit from each other (having a huge financial debt, getting a job, etc)

DO NOT have the character who fucked up years prior suddenly be willing to do the same shit again for the EXACT same reason (”I think our relationship is in the way of my dreams and I’m now completely isolated because I refuse to talk things out with you”) and then expect the audience to sympathize with them.

Ted and Robin

Unless you’re writing a Disney/Disney-esque romance, don’t have your lead just look at someone across the room, decide they’re “The one”, imagine their life together and full on say “I’m love with you” AND “I love you” on the first goddamn date.

Don’t have the lead stalk his love interest, and throw three parties in a row just to have an excuse to get close to her now that she made it clear she is not interested in having a relationship with him.

Don’t have the “hero” lie about having broken up with his girlfriend so the girl he wants to be with will sleep with him, and then have him blame his actions on time. “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” Grow a pair of balls, Ted!

If one of the characters says “You’re going too fast on the whole ‘love’ thing. Can’t we just go on a few dates and see what happens instead of already starting to plan our lives together?” and the others throws a fit, that is called “being incompatible” and “damn, this dude doesn’t respect boundaries”, not “Wow, she’s so afraid of commitment”

If you want the audience to believe the main character’s feelings are not one-sided, don’t make the fact that said feelings ARE unrequited a running joke, and don’t have the girl only accept giving him a chance after having to deal with the fucker whining “But I love you” for months and/or after going through bad break ups. Also, if you have to retcon half the fucking show to “proove” that “she DOES love him”, that pairing fucking sucks.

Don’t compare the couple you want the audience to root for to the main character’s divorced, dysfunctional parents, and don’t have flashbacks showing that the lead had no clue what his girlfriend actually liked in bed AND that she literally covered up his face so she could pretend she was fucking someone else.

DON’T MAKE HER GET RID OF HER DOGS, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

If your lead character is still jealous/possessive of his ex, thinks he still has a chance even after she told him to his face that she didn’t love him, and acts like she and her fiance (who he says is his friend) being happy is somehow them being selfish and cruel, your lead character is a loser AND an asshole.

Don’t throw away the entire premise of the show (Ted finding the REAL love of his life) just to force a bad pairing down the audience’s throat

Ted Mosby in general

Don’t have your “romantic, sensitive hero” break up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, come back into her life without warning years later because he’s afraid he’ll die alone, and find out that she never heard the message but was actually told about it by her friends and family who were at her apartment preparing a surprise party for her. You should especially not make his first reaction to this new be being mad that he was not invited to the party, and for the love of God, don’t make him break up with her on her birthday AGAIN.

Don’t have the “hero” cheat on his girlfriend and excuse it with bullshit like “Nothing good happens 2 a.m.” and “But I genuinely love Robin so it’s okay that I’m lying to both of them”. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have him blame it on his girlfriend being distant when she didn’t pick up the phone one night and then called back the second she was free to do so, while he was enjoying the gifts she sent him and LIED to her about having sent her some as well.

Don’t fucking make an entire episode with the premise of him turning a no into a yes - and telling that story to his children like it’s romantic.

Don’t have his fiance, who he knows has a rocky relationship with the father of her daughter, tell him she is uncomfortable with him inviting his ex to their wedding and then have him decide “This means I should invite her ex as well”. Also don’t expect me to feel bad for him when she runs off with said ex.

Don’t have him spend YEARS waiting for one of the hundreds of girls he thinks is “the one” to be single and even ask her neighbour to spy on her and let him know when/if she breaks up with her boyfriend - again, for YEARS.

Don’t have the lead say he’s gonna tell their kids about his love story with their DECEASED mother, only for it to secretly be an excuse for him to go “By the way, I’m still in love with aunt Robin despite her having rejected me for 25 years, can I go screw her?”

Don’t act like making the characters reverse back into who they were at the beginning at the story means they’re gonna make things work this time when the whole point of their break up in the beginning on the story was the fact that they’re just not right for each other.

Robin and Kevin

A therapist who was supposed to help their patient move on after a bad break up that messed them up, dating said patient is a major red flag. It is also a bad sign that, when she cheats on him and wants to break up, he realized what she was doing to used his job as “evidence” that he knew better and that she should NOT tell her partner how she felt/what she actually wanted.

Do NOT have said therapist date yet ANOTHER patient that asked him help to move on from a bad break up. Seriously, Kevin was a creep, stop acting like he was some angel who “deserved better than Robin.”

BONUS: How NOT to break up a couple - Barney and Robin edition

Don’t act like their relationship falling appart after their friends kept meddling, and even kept them locked in a room against their will until they labeled their relationship as something they aproved of, is somehow “proof” that they’re not good for each other.

Don’t retcon their relationship to force a break up (seriously, Barney was super supportive of Robin long before he even fell in love with her, but I’m supposed to believe he’d be a bad boyfriend who is never there for her? And he loved advantures and always said “challenge accepted”, but was suddenly miserable travelling the world with her and couldn’t deal with not having wi-fi at the hotel? Fuck off)

Don’t spend an entire season focusing on their wedding, have them get married and then divorce THE NEXT FUCKING EPISODE! Why do you hate your audience? Even people who don’t want them together can see this a terrible idea.

And most important of all, when people question what the fuck were you thinking, don’t have a meltdown on twitter and say that people who think Barney can change are responsible for Donald Trump being elected, you fucking weirdo, go see a therapist (that isn’t like Kevin)

#how i met your mother #himym finale #swarkles #anti ted and robin #fuck ted mosby #worst finale ever #barney stinson #barney deserved better #robin deserved better #they deserved better #i deserved better

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yandeeznutz · 2 years

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Archons’s love

Zhongli x reader

:reader is also a god(not an archon just god), death, sacrifice, angst no comfort

Short summary: you sarificed the world to protect them yet your lover thinks it’s selfish.

@poweredbyghostadventures

The world of Teyvat once again is on it’s rampage. The abyss attacking nations by nations. You were fighting with the adeptis, helping citizen escape, saving each person on danger.

“At this point we need a sacrifice to burst each abyss,” Cloud Retainer stated.

“Adepti or not, mortal or not,” 1 sacrifice is needed and we’ll give support. You were worried for everyone, families dying, children traumatized.

You thought who would be a good sacrifice, but everyone deserve to live.

“I’ll be the sacrifice. I’ll unleash my powers and just support me with all of your elements,” you explained. Your lover, Morax but now was called Zhongli heard it all.

‘You’re sacrificing?’

“No. You’re not sacrificing yourself. We’ll find someone else,” He told you.

“They’re mortals Morax. They have short lives. And I have already lived for millenials. It’s better this way,” you answered.

He can’t lose you. Not that both of you are already on peace and have started planning your lives together.

“No. Please...,” he said sadly.

“We need to protect them. They’re your people. They have dreams to achieve,” you stated.

“We have ours too! Please...I can’t live without you..” he stated.

You looked towards the adeptis signing them to stay far away for the both of you to have your times.

“My love... We’ll see each other soon. In another life? okay?” you smiled.

“THAT’S TOO SELFISH. WE CAN JUST SACRIFICE ONE PERSON. NOT JUST YOU PLEASE.” he shouted. Wanting to make you change your mind. be with him forever.

“This is the only way my love please....For your people okay? I’ll see you soon,” you smiled.

He hates this. That smile of yours comforting himself. He can’t stop you. The wish was too selfish or was it just him...

All adeptis bid you goodbye and circled you. You started unleashing your powers and the others supported you.

“We’ll see you again, (your God name),” Ganyu stated sadly.

Everything turned white....Abyss disappeared..Everything went peaceful. People cheering that the adeptis saved them. Not knowing they just supported you.

Then there’s their God. Morax. Grieving.

Eyes dull, heart broken. The lover he wished to be with. The lover who wished to bare his child and have their family. Died, and not a single of them remained.

credit the one who gave me this idea. It was an anonymous one but I hope u see this I give you my biggest thank you!!!

#zhongli #Zhongliangst #zhonglixreader #angst prompt #angst #angst no comfort #angst ideas #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #adepti #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin angst

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jolie-goes-downton · 2 years

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(here is the rest, well, part of it) Again, do not feel the need to answer, I'm only sharing my mostly organized thoughts.

Attention, DA2 spoilers

Just imagine how much nicer his departure would have felt if, for exemple, we had a nice scene with everyone wishing him well, with a nice tête-à-tête with Phyllis, and idk, maybe Daisy mentioning how envious and excited she is; Mrs Hughes telling him to WRITE and visit when he can….

Not… nothing? (when the time skip happened I was just, what, that’s it? Not even a good bye?)

And it’s infuriating, really, because I really am not against Thomas finally spreading his wings and being happy and in a nice respectful and fulfilling relationship. And if leaving Downton is the way, so be it! If Dexter is the Guy, well, as long than the relationship is good, alright, I can get behind it (with my love for found-family trope, it would hurt deeply, but at least there would be some closure).

But NOT LIKE THIS? Not by abandoning all he’s accomplished in life, both on a relationship level (his friends); and on a professional level (the new arrangement doesn’t feel like a step up, and for someone as ambition driven than Thomas, it feels wrong). I think a lot of people already highlighted how the relationship might be unequal, how Hollywood at this period WASN’T as glamorous as it seems, and actually pretty dangerous. 1929 is coming, Thomas is entirely dependent on Guy…

And can we talk about how weird was the « proposal »? « Taking care of him » because he knows how to run a house? I know the point was probably to offer Thomas the dream home-life he wants (he’s a romantic, and we know how jealous of the Bates and their cottage he is); but with the way it’s formulated, all I could think during the movie was « what in the 1950’s housewife hell is this? ». He’s an accomplished Butler for god sake. What happened to Thomas Not-A-Sort-Of-Anything Barrow? And what about HIS needs. Thomas deserves a supportive environment, someone to take care of HIM as well, and I found the relationship really one-sided during the whole movie. Thomas doesn’t even seems in love until the very end, and getting into this arrangement, with someone he barely knows and who knows nothing about his mental health history, in another CONTINENT, so far from everyone he loves, and so soon after having his heart broken, when he is vulnerable… I can’t see that as a good or happy ending, I just can’t. It IS supposed to be hopefully, but realistically? It’s not. Not at all. The romance just felt lackluster.

And, speaking of cottages… you can’t tell me that if Thomas had found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he wouldn’t have obtained said cottage.

Thomas is precious to the Crawleys (as a worker I mean), he’s worked here for more than 10 years, and knows the house and it’s inhabitants. And it’s Robert and Mary we are talking about. Robert if-I-screamed-every-time-someone-tried-to-kiss-me-at-Eton Crawley; and forward thinking Mary my-son-adores-Barrow Crawley; who’s never given a tit about Thomas’ sexuality; and who’s been in more scandals than anyone in her family.

There absolutely was a remote cottage for Thomas to live in. Period.

II- From a storytelling point of view, him leaving doesn’t make much sense, at least, not so soon after having being made butler. (5 years later, maybe? But barely two??? Idk, I don’t like it)

Him leaving basically makes everything that happened during season 6 worthless. Be it his relationship to the children overall; the OBVIOUS parallel drawn between his relationship with George and the one Mary has with Carson; the way Carson FINALLY acknowledged Thomas with pride, when he became his successor; his newfound support and acceptance by the entire staff; the fact he worked SO HARD to get there… all of it, gone for someone he barely knows.

And, by the way, not only does it make not much sense for Thomas, but it’s also disruptive to other characters' story arc as well!

Oh wow, Carson suddenly can serve, I guess he’s not sick and aging anymore, isn’t he?

I have very conflicting feelings about Carson, but I do find him a compelling character, despite everything. He has his faults, and at times I hated him. But. If there is ONE thing he deserved, it’s being WELL LEFT ALONE TO ENJOY HIS RETIREMENT AND WORK ON HIS VEGETABLE PATCH. For god sake Mary, he’s 70 or some shit; let him rest!

Or are we gonna talk about how Andy has been hinted as the next butler (or at the very least, sort of Carson’s right hand man?). Andy.

The guy who’s just married Daisy, who since season 6 wants to be a farmer; who’s ALREADY working halfway in the farm and at the Abbey; and who, in THIS ACTUAL MOVIE, gets to have the farm, since Mr. Mason is retiring to live with Mrs. Patmore? Which means, it’s basically HIS AND DAISY’S farm now??? How is he supposed to run the farm AND work as butler? Is he to hire an aid then? With what money (a footman does’t earn much), and what about the fact that he WANTED to be a farmer (I know part of it was to get closer to Daisy, but considering all the struggle he had and how determined he was about learning to read, for this very dream; it seems really weird to get him to be butler. I don’t remember him expressing any sort of ambition about climbing the steps of service before). And well. THOMAS was considered young to be a butler, isn’t Andy like, at least 15 years younger than him???

This makes no sense.

Mary. Just hire a new butler. Are you seriously thinking you won’t find anyone decent when so many people from service are out of a job? You know, with Thomas nearly taking his life two years ago because of this exact issue? (well, part of it)

(part 3 is coming, and should be lighter in content. Just a list of suggestions about « how to get Thomas out of Downton if it really must be done, without ruining established relationships, aka his found family and Richard » unless, you want to suggest such alternative!)

You know what? No, I‘m not going to answer this. Because you‘ve all said it perfectly and there is literally nothing for me to add. Kudos to you! 👏👏👏

#da2 spoilers #downton abbey 2 #downton abbey 2 spoilers #downton abbey a new era #downton abbey movie spoilers #downton abbey movie sequel #thomas barrow

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beetsandskzreads · 3 years

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silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

#skz fluff #chan fluff #bang chan scenarios #bang chan oneshot #bang chan imagine #bang chan fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fluff #bang chan angst #chan angst #skz oneshots #skz angst

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leaving out the side door - k. brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x royalty!reader.

genre/warning: slight angst.

words: 1.3k.

summary: every time he left the palace, he left out the side door, and every time he swore that’d be the last time. but it wasn’t, it never was. he knew he’d always come back to you, no matter how hard leaving you was. (loosely based on exile by taylor swift).

It was doomed from the start really, and Kaz knew this, but he liked to pretend he didn’t. He allowed himself to recover all of the hope the Barrel had knocked right out of him and decided he could allow himself to dream a little, even for just a few moments, even if just when it was only the two of you, even if he knew he was betting on losing horses. How many times had he made fun of people that came to him and held a hopeful glint in their eyes? How many times had he claimed he didn’t have the luxury of being hopeful? And now here he was, standing on the sidelines of a ridiculous ball held in a ridiculous palace full of ridiculous people, watching you. Him, nothing but a thief, a criminal, and you; a glistening diamond, surrounded by people of the same wealth as you.

He was sure you could feel his gaze on you, of course you could - you’d always been good at sensing him and predicting his every move. He doubted you could tell, however, that his stare wasn’t on you, but rather on the arms of someone else that hung around your body, embracing you as you swayed while you danced. His stare was on everything surrounding you, and how much you belonged here, how much you fit in with the luxury the palace granted you.

He knew it wasn’t true, you’d told him how every laugh was fabricated and how every party was miserable. You’d told him how attending these balls felt like seeing a film over and over again, knowing the ending because it always ended the same way, and still hoping things would be different this time around. However, seeing you thrive around these people, he felt like he was the film you watched over and over, hoping he won’t let you down, hoping he’d get out of his own way, hoping he’ll choose a different way of life - one that would allow him to be with you; and being disappointed each time the film ends in the same way it always did. Each time he’d get back to Ketterdam, leaving out the palace’s side door and leaving you asleep on your expensive bed.

You saw Kaz enter the room and immediately felt your world stop, just like it happened every time you saw him. He was dressed as a guard, Inej and Jesper both by his side dressed the same way. As you locked eyes, the hands that had been embracing you suddenly felt too heavy, they felt as if they were weighing you down and holding you in place, and you knew it was stupid to think, but it almost felt like a metaphor for the situation you and Kaz share. You felt trapped and caged down inside the palace walls, just as you felt trapped and restrained being inside the embrace of someone who wasn’t Kaz. The palace and its rules prohibited you from running away with Kaz, just as the arms of the person holding you did.

You’d seen Kaz angry before, which is why the look in his eyes shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did, but it was different this time. The cause of the anger in his eyes this time wasn’t because he couldn’t formulate a plan or because he’d allowed his vulnerable side to show, but because he had to watch someone else touch you the way he couldn’t - give you what he couldn’t. He was working on healing and dealing with his issues, and you’d always been nothing but patient with him; never rushing him, always supporting him, and he’d never even heard you complain about it. He had made progress, he could hold your hand for limited periods of time, and on good days he could lay beside you on your bed. However, he’d never be able to give you this, he’d never be able to embrace you through a dance and sway with you through a crowd, and you’d never be able to parade him around in front of your parents’ friends and family; that was the reason behind the anger in his eyes and the closed and clenched fists by his side. You’d always be royalty, he’d always be a thief.

He saw the way your lips moved as you announced you were retiring to your room for the night, and he didn't miss the glance you cast his way as you did so. He waited to follow you, and in the meantime told Inej and Jesper not to look for him, which caused both of them to share questioning glances, but Kaz had requested weirder things from them in the past anyway.

You saw Kaz enter your room out of the corner of your eye from your vanity mirror as you removed the jewelry you’d had to wear for the night. “You looked ready to knock him out back there.”

“Is that why you turned in for the night earlier than usual?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Didn’t think you’d last much longer without getting your knuckles bloody for me.” you replied, finally looking at him and meeting his eyes through the mirror in front of you. “Maybe it would’ve been for the better.” you finished on a lower tone of voice, turning around in your chair to look at him fully now.

“It wouldn’t have, trust me.” he replied. Stern, sure of himself, which pissed you off.

“But maybe then we could finally stop hiding, sneaking around all the time, and actually be together.” you suggested, standing up and trying to get closer to him, before he let out a big sigh and looked at you straight in the eye - trying to get the message across.

“I’m not worth you risking your title, your relationship with your family and your whole lie.” he said firmly.

“I wouldn’t care about losing all this if i had you.”

You were walking towards him but he held a hand up, making you freeze in your place. The gesture was firm, commanding; but his eyes were pleading, as if being even in the same room as you was hurting him. “Please stop,” he whispered. You’d never heard him sound so… broken.

“Kaz-”

“You belong here and you deserve someone like that. I won’t break you out of here or help you escape because I can't watch you throw your whole life away for me,” he finished.

You took a deep breath, and tried keeping your tears at bay. You understood: you understood his rage and you shared his sadness and helplessness, but he still didn’t think he meant as much to you as you meant to him.

You ignored his previously raised hand and walked towards him nonetheless, cloth in your hand, and took his gloveless hand in yours. “Listen to me,” you began, “I can wait, and I will. I don’t need you to break me out of here today, tomorrow, or next week. There’s nothing holding me here and all my loyalties lie with you, and when you realize i mean that and i want to be free to be with you as much as you want me to be free to be with me, i’ll be here waiting.” you finished, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, putting the piece of fabric you’d walked over with in between your skin.

He nodded and looked at you intensively, hoping his eyes were able to say everything he couldn’t out loud. You both pulled away when you heard one of your maids knocking on your door and calling for you.

“Coming!” you shouted over at her as you led Kaz to the side door that connected your room with one of the hallways less circulated by the people in the castle. You looked into each other’s eyes as you turned around to open your door.

You rested your hand on the door handle, but looked back at him one last time before actually opening it. “You’ll come back, right?” you asked him in a hushed tone.

“I’ll always come back for you.” he said.

And then he was gone. Leaving out the side door once again.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows fanfic #six of crows x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone x reader

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Champagne Problems

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In which Wanda rejected your marriage proposal, inspired by Taylor Swift's song Champagne Problems.

Warnings: pure angst, cursing.

Word Count: 1.8k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You booked the midnight train for a reason, you wanted to contemplate your pain with your head against the train window.

The reason for your suffering had a name, Wanda Maximoff.

You sat down in one of the seats, feeling the hurt in your chest burning hard just for thinking about her. The train wasn't too much crowned, however, it wasn't all empty. There were people talking and people sleeping, you were not sure which was worse.

People looked at you, certainly worried about how miserable you were.

You finally rested your head on the train window, looking at the view from the outside. Unintentionally, you remembered Wanda's hand holding yours as the two of you danced on the dance floor.

Wanda smiled at you, and she looked happy. But she wasn't, at least, not complete. Not happy enough to say yes.

However, nobody could ever have thought that she would say no.

You felt the tears coming out, your mouth trembled as you remembered. Your heart was made of glass and she let it drop it.

You had prepared a speech, but when you got down on your knees, you didn't find the expression of emotion and excitement that you had imagined she would had. Instead, you saw Wanda's body tense and fear in her green eyes.

You were speechless.

She didn't even let you ask, she ran away, leaving you there, on your knees and crestfallen on the dance floor.

You were so broken that you hadn't the strength to reach out to her, Wanda's love escaped beyond your reaches.

You saw the pity look that your family and friends gave to you. You had told them that you were going to propose Wanda that night, you couldn't keep it a secret.

You had bought Dom Pérignon and one of your family members had already popped the bottle in an early celebration, it was humiliating.

"Maybe it's just one of her...What does she call? Oh, yeah," Steve remembered before anyone could answer him. "her champagne problems." Steve was trying to calm you down, but he wasn't succeeding.

Fuck Wanda, you thought, your veins filled with angry. Fuck her and her champagne problems.

But even with all the fury you were feeling, Wanda's picture was still in your wallet along with your mom's ring.

You didn't hate her for leaving, you could never hate her.

You remembered the first time you made Wanda blush, it was in November.

You both met in college, and you thought you were the luckiest person in the world for having Wanda as your roommate. She was organized, friendly and didn't ask too many questions, everything a person could want from a roommate.

"Someone said to me that this door was once a madhouse." You said to her, wanting to make small talk.

"Well, it's made for me." Wanda made a joke, and you chuckled.

"A beautiful and intelligent woman like you in a madhouse? I find it hard to believe."

"Beautiful people do have problems too." Wanda's face was getting flush.

"I know, I know." You said. "I just wanted to praise you because, well, you're definitely one of the most beautiful girls on the campus."

And there it was, Wanda's face all red and her shy smile on her lips. You felt your heart beating faster than usual at that moment.

"So do you?" You continued.

"Do what?"

"Have problems."

"Just champagne problems." She answered.

"Champagne problems?" You asked, with your furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, nothing meaningful or worth mention," She explained. "when compared to the others issues around the world."

"Well, champagne or not, they're still problems."

She thought about your words for a moment, but didn't say anything. Wanda continued to devalue her own problems, claiming that her issues were insignificant and there were worse things in the world.

Wanda was very reserved in the beginning, it was usually you who started the conversations. It didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

I mean, how could you not? She was gorgeous and caring. Wanda was kinder than the most people you had ever met. She was a dream girl, with her hair loose and long, her sweet smile and her funny laugh. The way she was always up to help someone in need, and how she tried to empathize with everyone.

Wanda was absolutely flawless.

You only asked her out on a date when you were sure she wouldn't reject you.

Now, seeing from afar, you could see how stupid you were. You should have waited, just kneeling after knowing for sure that she would say yes.

But that's the problem.

You had sure that Wanda would say yes with tears dropping from her eyes. Then, your song would have played, you would have kissed her and held her hand tight while dancing. Your friends would have cheered with joy, and Wanda would have hugged you with a radiant smile on her face.

You let out a breath of pain. You now lived with only wishes. Because she dropped your hand while dancing, instead of holding tight.

Just champagne problems, she would say, about this dramatic situation.

You had a black Chevy that Wanda loved, she enjoyed riding in your car, even if you never go anywhere special. And when the car stopped running and you decided that was time to buy a better one, Wanda didn't let you. Often you saw her on the passenger seat murmuring whatever song was playing on the radio.

Nevertheless, the Chevy wasn't going anywhere. Just like your relationship.

Feeling tired of sitting there in this hurt, you left the train and went to the nearest hotel that you could find, you didn't want to come back home anytime soon.

You lived in a small town, your failed marriage proposal was probably spreading in the mouth of people like a disease.

Your turn on your phone, there were many messages and missed calls from your friends, but no one of them matters to you. Except one.

There was one voicemail from Wanda. Just that. She didn't send you a dozen messages like your friends, just a voicemail.

You set down on the bed, before listening to her voice for the last time.

Hey, Y/N, it's me, Wanda. I think I owed you an apology for leaving you out there standing. I-I can't do this, I'm sorry.

Wanda's voice was trembling, it sounded like she was crying. Why was she crying? She left you, not the other way around.

You didn't know it was possible for your heart to break more, but it did. The sound of her painful voice would haunt you forever.

I really can't give you a reason, I guess I never was ready for commitment. Sometimes you just don't know the answer until someone gets on their knees and asks you, you know?

There was a long pause, so long that you thought the message was over. However, Wanda's voice filled the room again:

You deserve someone better than me, you always had. Someone who is not fucked up in the head like me, someone who will never hurt you like I did. You'll find a real thing out there, she will pick up the pieces of your broken heart and she will patch up your tapestry that I shredded. She will be so perfect that you will not remeber me, or all my champagne problems.

Your vision was blurred because of the tears that fall uncontrollably from your face.

Ours... your friends called, they all are worried about you, please contact them.

There was another long pause.

I lov...

Your heart started to race at the words she was about to say, but Wanda gave up halfway, as if realizing that the words were not true.

Goodbye, Y/N.

And that was it.

Four years of relationship saying goodbye in a voicemail of less than five minutes.

Your throat burned from holding on to crying for so long, you wanted to scream until your vocal cords burst.

You loved her more than anything, and she left as if it were nothing. As if your love meant nothing.

You took the picture of Wanda that was still on your wallet, and tore it into several pieces before throwing it in the trash.

Eventually, the sleep caught you while you were crying in the hotel bed, similar to a friendly hug in the midst of so much pain.

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You heard that Wanda left town, without looking back, on the same day that she rejected your proposal.

Wanda's sweet perfume was still impregnate, along with your memories with her, in every room of the house that the two of you used to live. You didn't manage to stay there, it didn't take long for you to sell the house and buy an apartment in the city center.

You sold your black Chevy, there was no one around to stop you.

You also sold Wanda's things that she left behind, you didn't want anything to remind you of her. Because after the end of the day, you were still mad at Wanda. For leaving, for didn't give you a good reason, for making your waste four years of your life.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head." That was probably the last thing that someone spoke about Wanda, before another big gossip emerge in your town and they eventually forgot the humiliation that she put you through.

At first, you stayed in your new apartment with your heart broken, just watching futile reality shows and eating junk food. Steve, your best friend, was there all the time giving you emotional support, even though he didn't always know how to say the right thing.

But eventually you had to face reality, after all, you suffering or not, life still went on.

It took two years before you were ready to fall in love again. And two years since you had heard from Wanda, you didn't know about her even on social media, since she had deleted them all.

It was as if Wanda had simply disappeared, little by little, she became a myth in your life, a ghost that haunted you from time to time. Not even your friends and family mentioned her name.

Sometimes you wondered if she really existed, if you haven't invented her in your head.

It was in a bar outside the town, that you met Natasha Romanoff. She was self-confident and carried a death look in her eyes, rigid on the outside, but soft on the inside. She had short red hair and was not very fond of wearing jewellery.

Totally different from Wanda.

Natasha was fun to be around, it was easy to understand her because she was always honest with you.

You started to date her on the very first day of summer. Then, after spending all the four seasons together, you started to carry your mom's ring in your pocket and Natasha's picture in your wallet.

And when you got on your knees, she didn't leave you crestfallen on the dance floor. She said yes, and held your hand tight while dancing.

However, in the end, Wanda was wrong.

You still remeber all her champagne problems.

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