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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 9 months

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I Want Forever

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Gif credit goes to @londonharry (So sorry! I don’t normally use gifs so I forgot to give credit!)

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Warnings- angst, smooshiness, you may cry

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September 2021

“Y/N, love, please! I haven’t seen you in weeks! Can’t you take just a bit of time off to come to my next show?”

I sigh into the phone and shake my head, knowing full well he can’t see me.

“Harry, you know I can’t! I’m swamped with school! I skipped 4 assignments and took zeroes for them when I was with you last! This is my future-.”

“And what about our future?! I told you! I want a life with you! You don’t need to be working this hard! You don’t even need to work!”

I scoff and bite my lip.

“Harry, you know I won’t! My career is important! This is what I’m working so hard for! I want to work and I want to be somebody! Not just a pop star’s girlfriend! You’re always gone. If you can’t drop your career for me then you shouldn’t ask me to drop mine for you. I thought you understood that..?”

My heart breaks more and more as he sighs into the phone.

“So that’s it then? You’re just… You’re giving up on us?”

“Harry-.”

“No, no, don’t bother. We should just end it before it gets worse for either of us. I hope things work out for you, Y/N.”

He hangs up and with that, I breakdown. I cry and I cry, praying that this was just a nightmare. But I knew he was right. And without Harry… I could focus…

July 2023

It had been a long week. In fact, it had been a long few years. After the break up, I distanced myself a lot. I got off of social media and threw myself into finishing school and eventually, entered, I got my dream job.

As much as I love helping kids, the ones that are like me and the ones that struggle worse, it breaks my heart. After the break up, I got myself back into therapy to cope.

While I am no longer spiraling, the pain is still there. I never tried to get my things. I never made contact again. I just ran. I ran from everything.

After another long, emotional day of work, I stumble into my apartment and crash on my couch. After giving myself a few moments to scream my frustrations into the couch cushion, I get up and make myself a light dinner before getting some extra work done.

I park myself down at the coffee table with a glass of white wine and a frozen dinner, turning my attention to my laptop when there’s a knock at the door. I glare curiously at the door and hesitantly get up, making my way to the door.

I hesitantly open it and my mouth drops when I see who’s on the other side of the door.

“Harry…”

He looks in my eyes, his face sullen.

“Y/N…”

Before I can really think, I try to close the door but I hear a small ‘ow’ from the other side of the door. I look down and see Harry’s foot in the door. I sigh and let it go, opening it again. He looks at me and pulls his foot back.

“Can we… Can we talk?”

I fold my arms and frown.

“We don’t have anything to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me-.”

“Y/N, please! Just- Just hear me out!”

He steps forward and I take a step back as he backs me into my apartment and closes the door.

“There’s nothing left to say, Harry. I’ve made my peace. Obviously you have too. So you should just go-.”

He places his hands on my arms and looks into my eyes.

“Y/N, you’re all I’ve thought about since we broke up… I have missed you so.. So much, love. And I know I was horrible to you and I will never forgive myself for that. But I can’t- I need you, Y/N. I can’t take one more day without you…”

Tears well up in my eyes and I shake my head.

“You can’t just come back into my life and say that! You were the one that ended things Harry, you! I supported you through everything! And you couldn’t support me?! My career is important to me! School was important! You were important!”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down before I continue.

“I shouldn’t have to choose between them! And you made the choice for me! And you, you moved on! Multiple times! I-.”

Harry shakes his head, tears spilling down his soft cheeks.

“That’s not true! I- I couldn’t… It was hard, Y/N! I-I made a mistake… I tried to move on but I just couldn’t.. I missed you Y/N. I miss you. And.. I just want you back. I-I know I don’t deserve you, even after all I’ve done… But I just can’t let you go. I refuse to let you go without a fight.”

Before I can say anything, Harry moves to his knees and he takes me hands, forcing me to look down at him.

“Harry-.”

He pulls out a ring box, his hands shaking as tears continue to spill down his cheeks.

“Just.. Hear me out. The last two years, I have done nothing but berate myself for chasing you away. No matter how I tried to move on, you were always on my mind. 3 years. You were with me from the start. And I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been-.”

I attempt to pull him up and he shakes his head.

“Just wait. Please just let me finish… I made a mistake Y/N… But I don’t want to make another… Please… Y/N L/N… Will you marry me? Will you let be make it up to you? I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel like you have to choose. I’ll support you and I’ll-.”

I begin to cry and I drop to my knees as I sob. Harry drops the ring box and takes my cheeks in his hands, wiping my tears away with his thumb as he makes me look at him. His expression softens though his eyes remain teary, and he gives me a small smile.

“I am so, so sorry my love. I will spend every day making sure you know just how much I love you. And I know have a lot to make up for but please.”

I sigh and close my eyes for a minute. I take a deep breath before opening them again.

“Yes… I’ll marry you, Harry.”

His eyes light up and he opens his mouth to speak but I place my finger on his lips, stopping him.

“But I have a few conditions. These past couple years haven’t been easy. For the first few months… I couldn’t stand even hearing your name-… I want to go to therapy. You and me. Couples counseling. And- I want to take some time to heal… You coming back is putting salt in old wounds.”

He lets go of my cheeks and looks down, his sides dropping. I sigh and despite my better judgment, I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before he sinks into the kiss, deepening it. After a minute or so, I pull away and Harry looks into my eyes.

“I want you to listen to me, okay?”

He’s quiet for a second before he nods, gesturing me to continue.

“You made a mistake. And you’re owning up to it. I want to be with you Harry, I do. But I think we need to spend some time working through things together before we tie the not.”

He’s quiet for a moment before I hear him grab something off the floor.

“So… Does that mean you don’t want to wear the ring yet?”

I let out a small snort and shake my head. I pull away from him and hold my right hand out to him.

“No, gimmie that! I had been waiting for that! But it does mean that you’ll have to wait a little longer before you can marry me.”

He smiles and slips the ring on my finger and picks me up, twirling me around in his arms as I laugh.

It won’t be easy, but I want forever, and I want it with him.

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I hope you enjoyed lovelies! I would definitely be open to writing more for them!!! Requests are closed for now, until I catch up, but I will let you know when they’re open again!

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captainsophiestark · 3 months

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The Best-Laid Plans

Platonic!Annabeth Chase x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Annabeth's best friend and older sibling figure since she ran away at seven helps her execute the perfect birthday surprise for Percy in their first year at college.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To those new to the fandom from the tv show, weclome! This fic has hella spoilers for future books, so be warned

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I just want to do something special for him. It's his first birthday away from home, and I can tell it's bothering him."

I hummed, twirling my dagger and staring at the ceiling while kicked back on my couch. Such was the life of a demigod, that we fiddled with weapons like fidget toys.

"And there's no way you guys can go back?" I finally asked. Annabeth, my little sister in every way but blood, shook her head.

"We've got orientation for the next week and a half, including his birthday. It's the only reason we're here so early in the first place. We can't miss it."

I frowned. Annabeth and her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, had just started college at New Rome University. They'd gotten to the Bay Area yesterday, which I'd been incredibly excited about. Annabeth and I had been attached at the hip since I was eleven and she was seven, when we'd met as runaway demigods. Out of our little group, Annabeth and I had stayed the closest. After the Titan War, I'd decided to go USF, the muggle university in San Francisco. Leaving her had been the hardest part.

Now, luckily for me, she and Percy had moved out here too. Annabeth had finished unpacking and setting up her dorm room within a few hours of arrival, and so had some free time this morning to spend hanging out with me. Percy had not, so he was otherwise occupied on their last day before school activities started.

"Well, I'm happy to help with whatever you want to do, Annabeth," I said. She sighed, chewing at her lip and staring out the window of my apartment as she thought. "Maybe you could show him around the Bay Area? He probably hasn't spent much time out here, has he?"

"I really haven't either," she said. "I've barely been back since I was a kid."

"True..."

"Maybe we could go on a tour of New Rome? Percy told me he wanted to show me around, but I don't want to make him be the tour guide for his birthday."

"Yeah."

The two of us fell silent for a moment, thinking things through. Then, like a blast of lightning from Thalia, an idea hit me.

"What if you baked him some cookies or something? He's probably already missing his mom's baking."

Annabeth shot up straight in her seat, staring at me with wide eyes.

"That is the perfect idea. Can I make them here?"

"Of course! I'm not going to make you use the shared freshman kitchens."

Annabeth grinned, then stood and headed to the kitchen table. I watched her go with interest as she pulled out a notebook and pen and started scribbling away.

"Uh... Annabeth?"

"Making a plan. Don't worry about it."

I grinned to myself. My little sister was nothing if not predictable.

A few days later, Annabeth managed to sneak away from Percy and orientation to come back to my place for a baking party. Percy's birthday was tomorrow, so we only had tonight to get everything ready.

"I came up with the perfect plan," she said in lieu of greeting as she pushed past me and into the apartment. I smiled after her, joining her in the kitchen as she plopped down a massive bag of baking supplies. "I got the recipe, I timed everything out, I got a ton of blue food coloring. By the end of the day, the perfect birthday surprise will be completed."

"I'd never doubt a plan from Athena," I said, giving her a smile. "Just tell me what to do, and I'm on it."

"Right. Well, first we need to preheat the oven."

That was about the only part of the plan that ended up going off without a hitch. Annabeth didn't bake often, and she'd happened to choose a pretty difficult cookie recipe. I did my best to help, but I didn't have a lot of experience in the area either, so things went quickly off the rails. Just under two hours later, the two of us stood in the kitchen covered in flower, eggs, and bits of way too watery dough, staring at the absolute disaster of a mess we'd created on the counter.

"This was not part of the plan," she said. I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing.

"I don't know, I think sugar cookies are supposed to be so wet we can't pick them up," I joked. I turned to see Annabeth with a very serious frown on her face.

"I haven't had a plan fail this miserably in... a long time."

"Well, I think it's probably time for plan B. That can be your redemption."

Annabeth's frown just deepened, so I did what any good sibling would do and took it upon myself to cheer her up. By throwing a wad of dough in her face, of course.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as sugary, goopy dough dripped off her chin. Then she whirled on me with a fierce look and fire in her eyes that I recognized from the few times she'd really been on the warpath for capture the flag.

"That was a mistake."

She picked up the nearest glob of dough and chucked it at me as I tried to dodge. It hit me in the back with a thunk, and I cackled before turning around to reengage with a clump of flour.

The baking battle raged for a few fierce minutes, before Annabeth and I slipped in some dough on the floor while wrestling to smear more of the stuff on each others' heads. We collapsed in a heap, both of us laughing like crazy people.

"That was so worth everything that came before it," I declared, slumping against the nearest kitchen cabinet. Annabeth immediately followed suit, leaving us shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the mess.

"What about the cleanup that comes after?"

"Also worth it, especially since I have you here to help me."

Annabeth snorted, but didn't say anything. After a minute of comfortable silence, she sighed.

"What am I gonna do for Percy's birthday tomorrow?"

"Well, were the cookies the only plan?"

"No... He took me to one of his favorite spots in the city a few days ago, so I planned a picnic for the two of us there. The cookies were going to be the final surprise."

"Well, there you go then. The rest of the plan remains intact. If you wanted to, you could even make him a little coupon or something that promises 'one day of baking cookies' or something like that, and the two of you can pick an easier but still delicious recipe to try."

Annabeth looked at me with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"Would you let us use your kitchen again?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Maybe Percy's better at baking than us. And even if he's not, having someone who can control water to help us with cleanup will at least make a round two of this easier."

Annabeth smiled and huffed a laugh, leaning against me.

"Thanks. For this, and for everything. I'm really glad you're here in San Francisco with us."

I smiled too, reaching out to put one arm around Annabeth. We'd known each other more than a decade, and we'd both changed so much. But our relationship had stayed the same.

"Any time, Annabeth. You know I'm always here for you." The two of us sat there for a minute, taking a breather and appreciating each other's company, and then I sighed. "Alright, time to get the cleaning stuff out. This is going to take hours."

"You know, I actually have a lot of coursework I need to get started on-"

"Nice try, but it's orientation. And even if you were in the middle of finals, you wouldn't be getting out of this."

"Fine. But next time, let's plan to avoid the massive kitchen food fight."

I grinned. "Sure. We can plan on that."

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brasideios · 1 year

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WIP Wordsearch Game

I was tagged by @sleeplessincarcosa, thank you my dear!

My words are: help, eye, sit, hair and touch.

This was pretty fun - like a tour of my own WIPs :)

Help

From A Story Set in Sparta [I really must choose a better title for this project!]

It was dark as Adimantos passed out of the village, having slipped through the sleeping streets, the cold wind of early spring sharp on his skin – but he was used to that, used to ignoring it, bearing it stoically, like everything else. His thin cloak, something between a winter and summer garment not sufficient to either season, did little to help. The mountains, his destination, were at a distance as he slipped over fences and through long, empty avenues of olive trees, passing the small houses on individual lots, the kleroi, where the helots who worked the fields eked out an existence. All was quiet, no lights shone; they knew better than to draw attention at night with the ever-present threat of the krypteia – and with something of a start, it occurred to him once again that that was him right now. They feared his passing; it was his footsteps in the night that made the women hold their children a little closer.

Eye

This snippet is from a kind of breakaway piece of Arity - I have no idea where it fits, if at all, though I suspect it will end on the cutting room floor.

I found myself at five in the morning, or thereabouts, in the back seat of Brett’s four-wheel drive. Naturally, Jake has pushed himself in next to me; another guy Rowan, sits on the other side of him; and Brett and Luke are sitting in the front. They’re talking, at length, about breaks in New South Wales. I’ve tuned out, and am looking out at the ocean as the sky starts to lighten, and the water turns a very dark, rich green. I’m distracted when Jake’s hand slips casually along my calf, as he reaches (allegedly) to pick up his water bottle from by our feet. I look into his eyes, and he grins, a mocking kind of smile that says, you are so mine. I feel a shiver across the nape of my neck – it may well be a draft, it’s very cold again this morning – but I take it as an omen. I move my leg away from his hand, and give him a look that says, No matter how hot you may be, no matter how much you might strut around, there's no way I'm giving in to you. But I let myself smile too, because I don’t mean ever.

Sit

From the last scene that I added to Arity before I fell in a hole with it:

The coffee shop he chose was on the foreshore of Langarrin, the bottom floor of a high rise with woven cane chairs and dark wood everywhere. Elaborate ceiling fans whirred slowly, doing less than one would wish to cool the room. We sat in a booth on one side beneath one of them, for all the good it did us. It was busy that morning, with many people coming and going. Jimmy would nod or raise a hand now and then, but no one interrupted us. He ate like he hadn’t seen a meal in three days, and was finished long before I’d picked my way through the pancakes I’d ordered. He took the opportunity, sitting back with his cup of coffee in his hand, to say, ‘You wanted to know about my family.’ I nodded. ‘Only if you’re comfortable talking about it, though.’ He waved that off. ‘I told you my parents were older?’ ‘You did; and that you never knew your grandparents.’ He nodded, looking into his cup. After a long moment, he said quietly, ‘It’s hard to know where to start, actually.’ ‘Wherever feels right,’ I said encouragingly. ‘I’m listening.’

Hair

Another from A Story Set in Sparta:

The grasses shivered as the wind passed through them, the mountain above glimmering in the heat, the horses cropping the grass and flicking at insects with their tails and an occasional shake of the head. He ran a hand along the flank of the bay colt, still young, still clumsy and all legs, who flinched at his touch but watched him boldly, with one eye. He closed his own eyes, feeling the breeze blow his long hair away from his face, and stirring his beard. The colt suddenly nickered and dashed away across the field, and Brasidas opened his eyes in time to see the colt reach his mother, calmly grazing at the crest of the hill.

Touch

From Newcastle 1929:

Fred went out to open up. There was always a bit of a rush from the regulars, the women whose homes lined the streets around them – small workers cottages, from the end of the last century; but that morning, a man came into the store in this first rush of women. They looked up at him sideways – he was head taller than any of them, and had wild blonde hair touched with red. He was obviously down at heel. Fred felt his heart sink even before he spoke. He saw him visibly square his shoulders and swallow his pride, before asking in a broad Scots accent, ‘Can y’ spare my family anything, lad? We’ve gone two days with nought to eat.’ He gestured at the doorway, in which two small girls stood, their eyes wide. ‘I’m sorry,’ Fred said, sighing deeply, and meaning it. ‘We may have something at the end of the day. Come back then.’ The man studied his face a moment, then nodded once. ‘Thank y’. I will.’ When he’d gone back outside, John stuck his head in from the kitchen. ‘You shouldn’t encourage them. You know there won’t be enough for even half who come.’ Fred only shrugged at his father, unrepentant.

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Tagging (and apologies if you've already been tagged!) @ainulindaelynn @aeide @findusinaweek @myriath @woodsman2b @erzsebetrosztoczy @theinkandthesea @merelyafigment

Your words if you choose to accept them (lol) are: Spare, situation, certain, real and question.

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selenacosmic · 2 years

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Romance in the office.

Chapter 1 - getting used to the working place.

Previous chapter.

I had arrived at my office not long after talking with my new boss, my previous shock to his personality has, thankfully, faded away. I was finally processing what just happened in his office and wasn’t as surprised as I was before. Perhaps if I had researched a bit more about him before coming to work here, i wouldn’t have frozen on the spot to his flirty pick up lines. My heart had calmed down when I was already sitting on the chair, my desk was already full with everything I needed to work as a secretary.

Good, I can just… forget whatever those pick up lines were and start working hard!

I won’t lie, his words did affect me in a way, I guess it was because of how natural he made it sound. If it was anyone else, I don’t think those words would have worked at all. Was everyone at this company used to that personality of his? I thought that Yukimura would have at least mentioned this!

As I was about to start my work, it finally came to my mind a moment in the interview that actually made a lot more sense…

I remember that near the end of the job interview, Yukimura made a question that, at the time, seemed strange.

“Just to make sure… you don’t fall easily for flirting talk, right?” He seemed really serious when asking me that, but at the time I thought it was related to a possible “no dating on the job” policy. So it turns out he was referring to our boss…

Regardless, I wouldn’t let that stop me from doing my work. I suppose that, at this point, I should specify what exactly we are working with. This was a food company, they focus mostly on candies and sweets, but have other types of foods that they sell. Their sweets are actually very popular in the market, they say that it has grown a lot ever since they created the company. I myself enjoy the sweets from the company (it’s easy to tell that the sweets biased me a bit in the decision to work here).

Of course, i wouldn’t be silly to let only the sweets motivate me to work. I was a secretary now, so most of the subjects regarding Mr Takeda would be handled by me. And it was clear that I had a lot to do. I looked at the emails first, most of them were either from other companies, some were offers for partnership and there were few who were irrelevant. It makes me think… who was handling all of these emails before me? Because they were a terrible mess.

It took me a long while to actually organize everything and answer the important emails, I didn’t realize how much time passed.

Seriously… who left this mailbox this messy? They would hear from me…

By the time I actually finished the most important stuff, it was already lunch break.

“Oh geez, have I really worked for that long?” My stomach was rumbling too, I really should take a break and eat, otherwise I won’t work properly.

As I walked out of my office, I took a moment to look around, this place was huge, I would definitely get lost around here. Still, i should still be able to find the cafeteria, right? Well… I proved myself wrong, I was lost in this company.

I must have made it pretty obvious that I was lost, because i suddenly heard a voice calling out to me. A familiar voice, actually.

“Hey, aren’t you the new secretary?” It was the guy that interviewed me, Yukimura Sanada. I immediately turned to him, hoping to get the help I so desperately needed.

“Yes! I am a bit surprised you still remember me.” I walked closer, seems like he was on his way to have lunch on the cafeteria too.

“It’s not that hard to remember how you look, you know? Are you lost?”

“Oh, I am, actually. I haven’t received a tour around the company. I just knew my way to the boss’s office and he told me where I would work.” I tried to explain it briefly, though it seemed like he seemed more interested when I mentioned Mr. Takeda.

“You met him already? So, what happened? You don’t feel like… dating him or anything, right?” There it is again, those weird questions. Except that now I understand why he would ask them, kind of…

“What? No way, I don’t feel anything like that! But, don’t you think you shouldn’t have kept the fact that he is like that on the day of the interview?” Now I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow as I waited for his answer.

“Listen… most people would find that odd, don’t you think? Mr Takeda is a man that I respect a lot, but he can be too… you know.” He seemed embarrassed now, he was what? Too flirty for others’ taste?

“The thing is, most people, specially women, actually fall for his sweet talk. I have to make sure the secretary won’t just fall for him.”

Ok, that makes sense, it would only be more work if that were to happen.

“Listen, I will tell you more, but first we should get going. I am not losing my lunch this time!” Losing his lunch…? What exactly does that mean?

I thought about it but my stomach was begging me to just get going to the cafeteria, I was too hungry for this. Yukimura guided me there, I could already smell the food!

“I won’t be your your guide for the whole company, I am too busy to do that. But I can tell someone to help you with that. Seriously, they should have done that sooner…”

“Oh, right, thanks. I was actually going to request that.” As we were talking, we heard a voice that I didn’t think I would hear so soon.

“Yuukii. Come join us for lunch, and on your way bring the little beauty with you!” It was our boss, Mr takeda. He was sitting with another four people, and it seems like they were just waiting for Yukimura.

Did he just call me that..? He must be referring to me since I am the only one close to Yukimura.

And it seems like he noticed it, Yukimura was already looking tired when our boss said that.

“Do you see what I mean? Listen, you don’t have to come-.” Before he could said that, mr takeda was already close to us, putting his arm over Yukimura’s and my shoulders.

“You shouldn’t keep us waiting, I am specially more excited to talk to this angel than to eat.” He had a smile that was quite charming, and I won’t lie… it did make my heart beat faster.

I could only wonder what this lunch was going to be like…

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen

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hsr-texts · 9 months

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Vacation Log: Zamboanga City

Hey guys! After such a long vacation, I am finally home with proper wifi to use and I can tell you all about my wonderful trip to Zamboanga City! Long post ahead

First Day

It actually wasn't too eventful when we got there because my brother and I were so tired from the trip there and ended up napping for 5 hours since I didn't sleep at ALL the night before. The flight was at 5:40am so we had to get there at 3am and I couldn't sleep at all. 😅

After that my mom went to coordinate with the office of tourism to get us our stops for the next few days.

We had dinner at the hotel. My meal was Korean Chicken with garlic rice and a strawberry milkshake.

The meal itself was quite nice and I enjoyed that they added these chip things into the garlic rice. They warned me that the chicken might be spicy but as I ate it, I was wondering whether I just had a high spice tolerance or if it just isn't spicy at all.

Either way, we went to bed after that.

Second Day

For the second day, we had breakfast at the buffet. I got a ham and cheese omelette, rice, beef stew, and some bread with butter and strawberry jam

Once breakfast was finished, mom coordinated some trips again because we needed a ride.

Since my mom booked a trip SUPER FUCKING EARLY we had to buy food from the mall since there's no way we'd have enough time to eat breakfast with that sort of schedule.

On the way to the mall, my mom got an idea to get a ride from the taxi driver for a city tour on that day so instead we sorta went all over the city to check out all the notable locations.

The driver was really nice too, great guy.

The city tour was so FUN!!

Our first stop was this really fancy Church and I took a bunch of pics, trying to pretend I was a professional photographer codjodbskx

Then I got to go to Fort Del Pilar

There was a museum inside!! I learned so much about my country's history before colonisation!!!! It was one of my favorite experiences that day

Among our stops was a trip to a butterfly garden, it wasn't very noteworthy though since it was kinda small and didn't have that many different butterflies 😅

But after that we got to go to the Yakan Weaving Village where I got three beaded bracelets and three earring sets :D

I think my mom also got some fabric from them

And not too get all sappy about this but I felt... happy when I bought the bracelets and earrings. It felt like I was connecting with and supporting my own culture. Growing up, I felt alienated to most of my peers because I struggled speaking Tagalog. Most people thought I was a foreigner in my own country even though I've lived here my whole life. I tried to get in touch with my roots by researching our history and culture but... I didn't feel like it was enough. I get insecure whenever my mom points out that I have an American accent whenever I try to speak Tagalog, which discourages me.

But that trip to immerse myself in my own culture felt so lovely to me. I was able to learn all sorts of new things! I found out that the process of weaving took 4 days to create and that the Yakans were modernising the craft a little. It gave me hope that such practices won't die out any time soon and that our traditions could live on for very long.

So that was day two, a great tour of the city while learning all sorts of new stuff about Mindanao culture. Apparently they also speak Chavacano according to the nice driver who told us some interesting stuff about living in Mindanao.

After the tour, we bid the driver goodbye and had dinner at a Japanese restaurant.

Third Day

Yeah we had to wake up early and left the hotel at 6am to go island hopping at the Once Islas. We rode on a boat to see 11 of the islands.

At one point we wanted to take pictures near some rock formations and something absolutely insane happened during this

So let's paint a picture first:

Imagine like this very rocky environment and I'm having difficulty traversing the land due to exhaustion. I see my brother getting his picture taken because he wanted a new profile picture for his facebook page so he poses like he's watching the sea with a contemplative expression. My mom is facing towards him with her back against the rocky wall.

I decide to rest a little so I was about to place my hand on the rock but I suddenly notice something long and bright green on the spot where I would rest my hand. My eyes adjust and realise...

It's a fucking snake staring at me.

It was about the size of my forearm and had such large black eyes. Honestly it was cute at first, especially since it was just sitting there.

I stepped back and calmly tried to tell my mom, "Mommy, don't panic. There's a snake beside you."

She turned around, saw the wild snake, then screamed.

But then started recording the snake??? 😭😭😭

Yeah so the tour guide brought us away from the snake but for some reason we just went further into the rock formation area instead of just leaving. We took a few pictures there and then returned to the beach.

When we went back to the area where the snake was, it was gone.

After that we went to the last island to swim at the ocean then finished the island hopping there.

On the way to Merloquet Falls, I decided to play HSR and won my 5050 at my second pull! I was so so happy I got Blade.

Then we got to Merloquet Falls. The way there was really long, like there was a shit ton of stairs.

Though, a dog kept following us all the way. It kinda freaked my brother out since he's a germaphobe.

Yeah so we got there and there was another dog apparently and at this point my brother was pretty upset because he didn't want to swim in a "germ-filled" place

Meanwhile I was ecstatic because holy shit the falls were BEAUTIFUL

We were just gonna hang around there but then I got bored since there was no signal or wifi there so I went for a swim in the river near the falls. It was really fun. There was no sand (I hate sand) and the water was perfectly cold!

After we were done we had to go back through the stairs and it was hell for my legs. I was so exhausted I think I almost passed out by the time I got to the van.

My brother told me not to keep the aircon up so high because I could get sick from the cold but I didn't listen

Spoiler alert: I should've listened, got sick as soon as I got back to the hotel and couldn't last dinner before I got back to bed and fell asleep

Fourth Day

Woke up early that day again but was at least able to get some breakfast at the buffet. We went to Pink Beach and at first I was like "That doesn't look very pink" but then I got closer to see it up close and turns out there were little red pieces of coral fragments mixed into the white sand, which made it look rather pink.

So yeah we swam for a moment but mom told us we'd be getting a tour of the lagoon so at first I was a little miffed about being interrupted from my swim session but got over it.

We got a tour of the mangroves as well and I was really impressed by how clear the water was. I could see all the seagrass under the boat and the air smelled so clean.

I listened to the tour guide talk about the place and how the seagrass filters the water which is why it was so clear. He also explained how caviar sorta hurts the ecosystem due to how its made so he showed us the alternative to caviar, which was these sea grapes.

Then he asked us if we wanted to hold a jellyfish and that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so obviously I accepted. Feeling the jellyfish was so fun, it was red and soft and slimy. It fit perfectly in my palm.

So after that we swam a little bit, had some lunch, then went back to the hotel to shower.

After the shower, we rushed straight to the mall to go see Barbie and Oppenheimer.

Barbie was awesome and is now my favorite movie ever next to like- Puss in Boots: The Last Wish.

I didn't feel too keen on watching Oppenheimer because it genuinely just doesn't seem that interesting to me but I was willing to sit through it since my mom and brother were looking forward to it.

We were going through the movie but then there were scenes of nudity and definitely not safe for children scenes. My brother is like 16 so he was allowed into the theatre after my mom showed his ID but he got disturbed by the nudity scenes and left.

I thought it was fine and kept watching it for my mom's sake even if my brother left but then she also decided to leave since she didn't want to leave my brother alone.

So yeah we didn't get to finish Oppenheimer.

After that we had dinner at KFC and decided to go shopping. I got a new jacket and a nice portable charger.

Then we went home.

And that's pretty much the end of the vacation since we left the next day.

More on the snake

so apparently we looked up what type of species the snake was extremely dangerous??

my mom keeps saying I saved her life but honestly I'm still horrified because I was a second away from accidentally touching that thing.

If I was too late in noticing then I would've been in a world of trouble 😭😭😭

#vacation logs #♡ sugo speaks .ᐟ [ ✦ ]

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Cosmos

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet af

Concept Puppy

I hummed my little tune to myself as I made our bed making sure to fold things nicely and leave things soft and inviting when I heard the front door and the crashing and cluttering of items.

"Good afternoon Sam" I giggled

"Hi honeybun" he smiled so I finished up and headed out to the rest of the flat seeing him cluttering around in the kitchen were I couldn't really see him "hey"

"Hey, How'd it go?"

"Pretty good, but I uhh I have something to tell you"

"What is it?" I asked a little worried

"Well I went to the doctor this afternoon"

"Oh? Finally brave enough to let them look at that weird thing on your leg"

"No. It's something else, something magical"

"Ohhh?" I asked a little worried

"Shut your eyes"

"Fine" I sighed closing them waiting a few moments hearing him move closer

"I have some great news my love, were pregnant!" He says

I quickly opened my eyes confused and he clearly had something hidden under his hoodie giving the illusion of a heavy pregnancy immediately I gave him a look

"Are we now?"

"Ummm hummm. We're going to have a lovely little baby" he Cooes stroking his hoodie "oww! He kicked me" he complained

"Sam, I'm very confused. Did you piss off a witch?"

"No but-" he began before a small bark came from his hoodie

"Sam what do you have under there?' I glared

He sheepishly pulled up his hoodie and out into his arms plopped a small very fluffy black puppy who barked at being set free his tongue hung out panting from the heat of Sam's hoodie "Our son" he says giving him a cuddle and a pet

"Our son?"

"Aren't you happy?'

"You got a dog without consulting me?"

"...yes but-"

"We don't even own this flat Sam"

"I know but-"

"You think either of us are responsible enough for another life form?"

"...butt" he says turning the puppy to show me it's wagging tail

"Sam. Be serious"

"I am. Luke had to pick up some food for him and Lisa's cat on the way home from practice so I said I'd go in with him you know. And I've been thinking for awhile about how awful I feel when we go touring and I'm away from you leaving you all alone for months on end, I know it makes you lonely and… given everything you haven't felt that safe lately. I was thinking of just getting you a hamster or maybe a little mouse to keep you company when I go away but this little guy was just so irresistible" he says cuddling the puppy"he was playing in that big pen they have with all the other pups and he was being such a sweetie he was sat looking at the door making sure to wag his tail at everyone who came in and out, I thought you'd like him"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled "but you really shouldn't make big decisions without telling me"

"I know. I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you"

"Thank you Sam" I smiled giving him a kiss on the cheek and taking the little puppy from him for a cuddle he was ever so soft and sweet happy for cuddles and affection egar to give kisses "ummm hello little boy, hello. What's is name?"

"The pet shop called him Oreo"

"Ummm noo I think he should be called Cosmos"

"Awwww cosmos. I think that's a perfect name my love" he Cooes giving us both a cuddle "are you mad at me?"

"No, but for the first week your cleaning up the accidents till he's house trained" I told him

"That's fair" he sighed

"Come on then let's go fine cosmos some toys and tools"

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #sam smut #sam imagine #sammy #loveactully

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djmossback · 4 months

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Spacebar 12/16/23

Third Space Saturday

Tasting Notes

So many semi-grandiose plans for the night: Christmas music. Refreshed crates. New records for the mix. You know what they say about best-laid plans. Not only did I leave my wallet at home, I also left my auxiliary record bag on the floor of the staging room. I need a tour manager. The one time I actually prepare for a gig, and get there early, I do something to make it more difficult for myself. The bag I forgot contained the Christmas records. All seven of them. IGA and I were texting each other about the December show, and how much he always looked forward to it, and it is fun to switch it up a bit and try to integrate something so specific into a regular set. Well, no choice in the matter now, just have to roll with what I have. Mr. Grant Olsen thinks I bring too many records anyway.

I roll up on the elevator – it works – and I’m at the booth in no time. Brando has the night off, so Trystan is on door duties. I know him from the outside world, so it’s cool to see him there. Brando shows up later anyway, as a patron.

I unpack my records, get set up, check out the turntables, and turntable left is completely unplugged. I’m there in plenty of time to do cord management and still be ready to start at 9.

When I inform Cyberjewel that there will be no holiday music in the set, she looked at me a long time and said, ”That is SO ok. Do your thing.” She had the sound set up and kicking, and a glass of Athletic with a bottle of water chaser waiting for me. Gracias.

I start right at 9, with the venerable George Clinton jam “Do Fries Go With That Shake?” – an incredible banger, one of my favorite of his, long but not too long, lots of detail and sound flourishes on this track.

Van McCoy is a surprise. Tavis starts doing disco moves behind the bar, and I loosen up a bit. This single I have is a reissue, from a Record Store Day not too long ago. It really works. Crowd digs it, too.

After that I go on a 7” single jag, including a Jackson Browne to Eddie Rabbitt transition that was rocking.

I mentioned the semi-grandiose plans earlier. This included some Sixties music. I wanted to see how the early ’60s monophonic records would work in this setting, but I forgot I brought them in until later, when Nicky Mustard had already gone home. I think he would have loved to hear “All Day and All of the Night” while he and his bandmate/friend Alex played Centipede. Next time.

I left my Ray Price record at home. I was thinking of playing some crying uptempo honky tonk to see what would happen, but decided against it before I even left the lab. That stuff, like Buck Owens and Merle Haggard, was built to cut across the din of the barroom and stand out. But I have been sparing in my use of that genre. I’m so happy to not be limited to one style or sound.

I did play some stuff that didn’t work. The B.I.G. track I played is a favorite of mine, but too wordy for this setting, and I left it before the gunfire coda. Perhaps it didn’t fit with the vibe of the Pet Shop Boys song that preceded it, or going into the Vibrators track, which didn’t fit either.

I got back on track with the Bush Tetras. The Cramps track was misplaced, too, so I cleared the slate with some New Jack Swing.

During the Amii Stewart track, a girl came up and asked if I took requests. I told her I was not set up for it, but asked her what it was she wanted. Remarkably, it was a track I was thinking about putting on anyway: “Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go?” by Soft Cell, the 12” extended mix. I told her I could never play that track. She said she was asking for a friend. She leaves. I see them in the back putting on their coats, so I fade “Knock On Wood” early to keep them in house.

The “friend” came up later and asked for “Car Wash” – you know 🎶“workin’ at the CAR WASH݉🎶 – darn it! I would have totally played that. Need to get that and “Love Rollercoaster,” too.

I was finishing up close to 1 and had plans to end on the Khruangbin track, when a lady my age came up and asked for New Order, and I hurried to look for the “Temptation” 7” I had just noticed earlier, and I had to throw ESG in to buy time. I found it with about 30 seconds to go in the track, and hurriedly cued it up and let it rip. I had forgotten how great that track is.

I didn’t want to end on it; I like to have slower, downtempo or other different styles of music to transition to the regularly scheduled program. So I got the wonderful Junior Murvin to finish up.

I really love doing this gig. I really take it seriously, and want to do things in a different way, but still help the Spacebar provide a good vibe. It’s important to me that people enjoy themselves, and are surprised by things. One thing I’ve noticed from the younger people is that they know a lot of the older music as well as the new, probably because it’s been in so many movies and video games, and Tik-Toks and the like. I approve of the fact that there is no mass audience any more. It always bugged me anyway. Not the music necessarily, just the sameness. I liked some of the songs, and I am not immune to nostalgia for time and place. I just accept it. That’s who I am. That’s who I’ve always been. Thanks for reading. -Mossback

Next Third Space Saturday is January 20th,2024!

Track List

George Clinton, Do Fries Go With That Shake 12” single

M|A|R|R|S, Pump Up The Volume 12” single 45 RPM

Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony, The Hustle (Disco Mix) 12” single 33 RPM

Pointer Sisters, He’s So Shy 7” single 45 RPM

Police, Message In A Bottle 7” single 45 RPM

Jackson Browne, The Boulevard 7” single 45 RPM

Eddie Rabbitt, Drivin’ My Life Away 7” single 45 RPM

The S.O.S. Band, Take Your Time ((Do It Right) 7” single 45 RPM

Tears For Fears, Change 7” single 45 RPM

Fun Boy Three, Our Lips Are Sealed 7” single 45 RPM

GO-GO’s, We Got The Beat 7” single 45 RPM

Tom Robinson Band, 2-4-6-8 Motorway 7” single 45 RPM

The System, You Are In My System LP cut

Level 42, Something About You Extended play promo thing, Shep Pettibone mix 33 RPM

Climax Blues Band, Couldn’t Get It Right 7” single 45 RPM

Chic, Dance,Dance,Dance (yowsah, yowsah, yowsah) 12” single see below 33 RPM

Fatback Band, Take It Any Way You Want It LP cut

Althea and Donna, Uptown Top Ranking LP cut

Heatwave, The Groove Line 7” single 45 RPM

Beastie Boys, Brass Monkey LP cut

Pete Shelley, Telephone Operator 12” single 45 RPM

Kylie Minogue, Can’t Get Blue Monday Out Of My Head 12” single 33 RPM

Laid Back, White Horse 12” single 45 RPM

Coldcut Featuring Lisa Stansfield, People Hold On (Radio Mix) 12” single

Killing Joke, Follow The Leaders LP cut

DEVO, Turn Around 7” single 45 RPM

Snoop Dogg, Drop It Like It’s Hot 12” single 33 RPM

King Curtis, Jump Back 7” single 45 RPM

Otis & Carla, TRAMP 7” single 45 RPM

Abyssinians, Declaration Of Rights LP cut

Bobby Brown, My Prerogative 7” single 45 RPM

The Cure, Let’s Go To Bed 12” single (Fiction Records extended mix) 45 RPM

Michael Jackson, Rock With You 7” single 45 RPM

Naked Eyes, Promises Promises 7” single 45 RPM

Taste Of Honey, Boogie Oogie Oogie LP cut

Pet Shop Boys, West End Girls 12” single 33 RPM

Notorious B.I.G., Gimme The Loot LP cut

Vibrators, Keep It Clean LP cut

Bush Tetras, Too Many Creeps 7” single 45 RPM

Simple Minds, Promised You A Miracle 12” single (45 rpm cut, import)

Gary Numan, Cars LP cut

Gap Band, You Dropped A Bomb On Me LP cut

The Cramps, Domino Gravest Hits ep 45 RPM

Wreckz-N-Effect, Rump Shaker 12” single 33 RPM

Amii Stewart, Knock On Wood 12” single 33 RPM

Soft Cell, Tainted Love 12” single 45 RPM

David Bowie, Let’s Dance 12” single 33 RPM

KC & The Sunshine Band, Get Down Tonight LP cut

SKEE-LO, I Wish 12” single 33 RPM

Vince Staples, Big Fish LP cut

Patrice Rushen, Forget-Me-Nots 7” single 45 RPM

Human League, Sound Of The Crowd LP cut

Missing Persons, Words EP

UB40, King LP cut

Khruangbin, Evan Finds The Third Room LP cut

E.S.G., You’re No Good 7” single 45 RPM

New Order, Temptation 7” single 33 RPM

Junior Murvin, Police & Thief 7” single 45 RPM

0013

#vinyl records.#djmossback #barcade #djset #vinyl #music #spacebar arcade

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elwynten · 7 months

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Chapter 33

Curie moves in.

Since the rogue liminal had been caught, so to speak, we didn't need to stay for the whole Expo. Although we did stay another day so we could see everything without having to worry about Kim being attacked or kidnapped.

We retrieved Curie's few belongings, she only had two suitcases, and we took them and Curie back to the house. I gave her the fifty-cent tour so she would know where everything is and so she could pick out which bedroom she wants. Since Papi had taken the bedroom on the far end of the hallway on the same side as my room and Cerea had taken the last bedroom on the opposite side of the hall of Papi. Curie took the bedroom across the hall from my bedroom. And Suu uses an inflatable wading pool in Papi's room. I have an inflatable wading pool in my room as well because Suu likes to spend the night in my room sometimes.

As with all the other girls, I gave Curie a set of adjustable clothes.

Once Curie was all settled in and she had come out to the living room. "Hi Curie. Just to let you know, we have lots of different kinds of juices you can drink. And before you say anything, yes, I remember you don't need to eat and drink. The rest of us don't need to eat or drink either, but we do anyway, because we like the taste and it's difficult to get out of the habit of eating." I chuckled. I handed Curie a pair of sunglasses. "You might want to use these, so the sun doesn't blind you. And since you don't like flying, if you would like, I can turn your wings into regular arms." I offered.

Curie had a shocked look on her face. "How can you do that!?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's a long story and I'm not really sure myself, but I have the ability to change people's bodies. I even turned a very evil person into a hamster a while back. So, I'm able to change your wings into regular arms. It won't be that difficult because your wings are just elongated arms and fingers with extra skin between the fingers." I told Curie.

"No one would be able to tell I used to have wings?"

I shook my head, no. "Not a bit. It will look like you always had arms and hands. I'll even let you keep your Extra Arms if you want them. There are several different Monster Girls that have four or six arms, so you wouldn't really stand out with the Extra Arms."

"I would like that. I would have my own arms." Curie stated.

"Okay, if you would stand up." I told Curie. She stood up. "You'll have to remove your robe. I need to see your wings to be able to change them into arms." I told her.

Curie blushed and looked at the floor as she removed the robe she was wearing. I'm not surprised she was blushing. Because of her wings and how the wing membrane was attacked along the underside of her arms and along her body all the way to her hips. The clothes she had on, went over her shoulders and down to below the wing membrane on her hips. There was no way to secure the top around her, so if she bent over just a little bit, she would be exposed.

"Hold your left wing out to your side." I told Curie and she followed my instructions. Used my Transformation power, I removed the wing membrane below her arm and from between the finger bones. I made sure where the membrane had been attached to her side the skin on her side was smooth and with no trace of having the wing membrane attacked. I reduced the length of the finger bones to that of an average hand, then I reduced the length of her arm, until her arm and hand looked like any other woman's hand and arm. I repeated the process with her right arm. When I was finished, she looked like anyone else as far as arms and hands go.

Curie moved her hands and arms up where she could see them. She moved her arms around and moved her fingers, wiggling her fingers back and forth, twisting her wrist around and making fists with her hands. "Th-they're a-amazing. They look real." Curie told me.

I chuckled. "They are real. They're just 'new' to you so they don't really seem real. And now they are all yours." I told her.

Curie jumped at me taking, me by surprise. She flung her new arms around my neck and hugged me to her. She also brought out her 'Extra Arms" and hugged me with all four arms, then she started crying.

I was sure she was crying from happiness and/or joy. I put my arms around Curie and hugged her tight to me and I kissed her on the top of her head.

Curie's crying died down and she leaned back so she could see my face. "I'm sorry for crying like that, but no one has been so nice to me because I'm a vampire. I don't really understand why you want me here either, but I appreciate you letting me live here. I don't know how I will ever be able to repay you." Curie told me.

I smiled at Curie. "You've been under a lot of stress so you crying is probably just part of the stress being lifted and because you're happy to be with people that care about you. I want you here because you're a sweet and caring person. It was your father's spirit that forced you to do what you did, so it wasn't your fault. As for repaying me, your being here and being happy is payment enough. And you can stay here as long as you want." I replied.

Curie looked at me in surprise. "I can stay here as long as I want to? You mean I can live with you forever?" She asked and hugged me again.

I chuckled. "Yes, you can live with me forever, or if I get tired of this place you can go with me to wherever I go to from here." I assured Curie.

Curie hugged me again. I returned the hug. I wouldn't be surprised if in the next few weeks or months if she hugged me and the girls quite a bit because being a vampire no one wanted to be around her or hold her or hug her. And since she is around people that don't care that she's a vampire she'll be hugging and holding us quite a bit. She reminds me of Yuki in that respect.

Papi entered the room and saw Curie and I hugging. "Curie!" She yelled excitedly. "Do you want to play a game with me?" She asked Curie.

Curie looked surprised. I removed my arms from around Curie and put my hands on her shoulders and stepped back so I could see Curie's face. "You can go and play games with Papi if you want to. This is your home now and you can do pretty much what you want to." I informed Curie. "Papi loves playing video games, but if you don't feel like playing, just tell her you don't want to play right now. She'll understand, although she might keep trying to get you to play. Plus, it will give you a chance to get used to using your new hands." I added chuckling.

Curie looked up at me. "I wanted to spend more time with you Master." She told me.

I chuckled. "Master, huh?" I queried.

Curie nodded her head in agreement. "That is what Suu, Papi and Centorea call you. I thought it would be ok for me to call you Master also."

I grinned at her. "If that's what you want to call me, that's fine with me." I told Curie. "And since you live here with us, you can spend time with me later on if you would like to play games with Papi right now." I told Curie.

Curie looked from me to Papi, then she smiled. "I'll play with you Papi." She told Papi. She hugged me again then released me and walked over to Papi. "I've never played video games before. You'll have to show me what to do." Curie told Papi with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Papi smiled from ear to ear. "Curie is Papi's friend. Papi will show Curie how to play games." Papi told Curie and took her over to the game console and turned it on.

Cerea walked into the room and saw Curie and Papi at the game console.

"Papi's got someone else to play games with." I told Cerea. "Which means we have a fourth for the RPG game, now." I told Cerea as I put an arm around her waist.

Cerea nodded her head. "Another member to our family." She said and smiled as she watched Papi teach Curie how to play the tennis game.

"Yes, another member of our family." I said smiling.

Cerea smiled. "And another wife for you."

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement. "Quite possibly. We'll just have to wait and see. That will be up to Curie."

#Monster Musume #Monster Girls #Monstergirls #Curie #Cerea #Papi #Suu #Centorea #Japan #Harpy #Centaur #Slime girl #Vampire #Slime

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star2sworld · 8 months

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Hiii 9/10/23

hi, I’m going to recap today :)

- my day started off bad.. last night I catched up with my cousin after 2 weeks and I told her about my hyper sexual issue and the fact I’m talking to very old guys and sending nudes and FaceTiming guys at the age of 16. She told me how her life has gotten a lot better and even has her first boyfriend now who loves her very much. I guess I was jealous. I envy her. Or envied her. So, I was upset. I am very happy for her but I was sad because I felt unlovable I’m never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. I haven’t had any talking stages either it makes me feel as if I’m unlovable and there is no one out there for me. I was listening to rap songs as this happened so I didn’t feel or care as much and I got over it quickly and realized there’s 7billion people in the world just because she has a boyfriend doesn’t mean I won’t get one!! Everyone’s path is different. I’m sure he will come once it’s time. I also blocked the 32year old guy I was talking to yesterday thanks to my online friend. It took a lot of courage but I blocked all the guys I sent to :) afterwards I went to sleep.

- today I woke up feeling extremely exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe it’s because I start my period at the end of this week? Or maybe todays is just one of those days. I ended up eating chips & watching the ultimatum for about 2 hours. Then I hated on my body because of my scars for about an hour. Afterwards I finally got up and took a shower. I did my after shower routine and I felt good. I smelled nice and I was CLEAN my hair was soft and clean. I went to sams club with my family besides my sister because she decided to stay home. I had created a list of things to do today before I took a shower so I wanted the shopping run to be quick. We got food and there was a slight problem at the end but it was solved. We went to Taco Bell after and I saw the guy I use to think was cute working there ( I’m shocked ) …. we came home and my brother and I put everything away. I thought I was going to get some of my work done but then my entire family went to my mama(uncle) house. He lives 35 minutes away … before we left I decided to delete social media for good. For at least a few months until I feel better about myself. My goals is 3 months to get my life together. I want to love myself and I feel like social media distracts me too much. Once we got there we ate some mango & grapes and I toured the house.

- We came home and i immediately went to go find my cat Angel :) after playing with her I got to cleaning. I vacuumed everywhere and wiped the floor. I picked my outfit for tomorrow and I think it’s so cute. I’m wearing a tube top and as I was searching for my patch one of my drawers got stuck. My sister gave me her patch and I pulled the drawer out & I found 145$!! I am shocked lol wtf!! I’m very happy and grateful I found my money though. I put my supplies back and put a blanket up on my door that connects to the kitchen for more privacy. I cleaned angles litter box, made my bed, too I picked up all the trash in my room, threw my trash outside, and put all my clothes on the floor away. My sister waxed my armpits & then I ate some corn that was cooked in the grill with my family. After I finished eating I did my algebra 2 homework it was quite confusing but after a bit of research I kind of got it. I made my grwm to sleep as I debrief tiktok video & then I brushed/flossed. My brother came in with snacks that we got from the store today. I went to the kitchen and divided the other snacks and my cat also came inside my room. I changed her water & gave her food. Now she’s sitting on my window seal as I’m writing this. I am currently under my blanket & am listening to music ( show me by kid Ink) on my Bluetooth speaker. Life feels good.

- I am very proud of myself for deleting Snapchat. When I was in my sending addiction for validation from men I made quite some genuine ( I hope ? ) friends. I wanted to continue talking to them even tho I knew they were holding my back from 100% focusing on myself. But, today I deleted it! Hopefully in 3months I don’t see myself blocked by them. I told them beforehand that I’m deleting snap and I’ll talk to them in a few months. Now im going to focus on myself 100%. Tomorrow I want to wake up early and put eyelashes on, put fake tattoos on & even do this day of the week outfit video. It’s now 11:41pm. I am quite tired. School also feels less stressful now that I’m not focused on making friends or being anxious about what people think about me. I remind myself I’m only there to get education and that once I’m out of school, I feel so much better. :).

My cat is starting to meow so I’m going to pet her until she sleeps and I’m going to sleep as well! I’m planning to wake up at 5:00 tomorrow to be make sure I have enough time for school. Goodnight ;) I feel happy right now.

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The Ghosts of Gettysburg

by Paul J. Forti

When I was a boy, I remember reading about the Battle of Gettysburg, the most famous battle of the Civil War. During the battle, some 45,000 soldiers on both sides were either killed or wounded. The fighting was intense and terrifying, and many soldiers died of their wounds because of the shortage of medical assistance.

When the battle ended, it left behind a ghastly and ghoulish scene. The smell of death was everywhere, and it was several weeks before all of the dead soldiers were buried.

More than 1,200 Confederate soldiers were interred where they fell, in makeshift graves on the main battlefield. The Union soldiers were buried in an extension to the local cemetery, which became the National Cemetery at Gettysburg.

I first visited Gettysburg in May 2000, and I was overwhelmed by the place. I was most impressed with the cemetery. While I didn’t believe in ghosts, I had an eerie feeling as I walked over ground holding hundreds of soldiers who died in defense of that in which they believed. As I finished the tour, I heard about a ghost walk that was provided to visitors, and I decided to take it the next night.

From Skepticism to Belief

The tour started at 8:30 p.m. and was led by a guide dressed in Civil War attire. We visited a number of supposedly haunted sites in the town of Gettysburg and the surrounding battlefields, and it was almost 10:00 when we arrived at the last stop-the National Cemetery.

The tour guide told us there had been many ghost sightings here. He was a good storyteller, and I thought this part of his act: a way creating a little excitement for the group. The night was moonless, cool, and quiet. Many people on the tour were asking questions about ghosts, and the tour guide seemed to be embellishing stories he had heard. While I thought he was doing a good job, as a nonbeliever in ghosts I thought much of what he said was mere hype.

So I decided to test the tour guide. I asked him if it was possible to get a photo of an orb on a digital camera. (In the paranormal realm, the word “orb” usually refers to floating, glowing spheres of unexplained origin.) He answered yes, and that he had taken many orb photos with his digital camera.

I decided to try to photograph an orb myself, even though I honestly didn’t believe it would happen. I took my digital camera out of its case, turned it on, and tried to find something that I could focus on; it was very difficult to see any headstones or markers. I decided not to use the flash, pointed the camera in the direction of the cemetery, and just hoped for the best.

Not even five seconds had passed before the image appeared on the viewfinder. A woman on the tour was looking at the viewing screen with me, and as the image appeared she screamed, “Oh my God, there’s an orb!”

I looked at the screen and saw a series of what looked like small flashlights glowing in the dark. I was thinking, “How could a photo taken in total darkness, where there was no light or reflective material, show any form of light?” Unable to explain it to myself, I turned to the tour guide and asked for his opinion. He looked at the image and said, “Yep, you have a great photo of an orb.”

I wasn’t convinced that my “orb” photo proved anything, so I returned to the edge of the cemetery alone at 10:00 the next night, where I unsuccessfully tried to reproduce the previous night’s results. But as I looked into the distance, I saw an indisputable sight: a soldier dressed in what appeared to be a Union uniform and marching around a group of graves. I noted that there were no lights or reflections that might cause an optical illusion. I called out to the soldier, but he walked into the darkness. I didn’t know what to think.

The next morning I went to the National Park Service headquarters and asked whether any Civil War reenactors had been walking around after dark. A park ranger told me that no one was allowed in the cemetery after dark, nor had there been any rangers on the property at 10:00 the night before. It was at that point I became convinced that there really are ghosts at Gettysburg.

Over the years, my visits to Gettysburg have made me more of a believer in ghosts. I feel that the more that people believe in the presence of spirits, the greater the chance they will see them. At the same time, I feel that the spirits at Gettysburg are just looking for a little respect. Could it be possible that they present themselves to certain visitors as a way to say thank you for believing in them?

#type read #weird ghosts #no

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thelozzaview · 2 years

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You Know We Belong Together Tour Day 2

Today is a good day to wake up, as usual, did the normal things I do to wake up and had my thyroxine and reflux tablets waited on my phone for 30 minutes and then I thought if I shower I would wash my hair first thing so I can take time to other things to dry my hair naturally so now blogging and keeping busy for the morning hangout my towels outside my balcony took my every morning vitamin and ate my fries so I won't feel like I will spew it up and then more of my morning routine getting ready for the big day I have good sightseeing of the Opera House and maybe even the Harbour Bridge today all day until 7pm

So we got here and got the tour of The Opera House and the introduction as we sat in the audience chairs and watch the crew get the stage set up then walked through the house and saw the dressing rooms and settled some things there and forgetting I needed them later did a rehearsal of the show after lunch break had sushi and apple juice in the green room and without a photo let's say I was told I couldn't take photos of the green room or the lobby but I do want to show my Perth friends how big the green room is there is a view we get but don't have the view of the bridge, not the Opera House because we are already living in here

With a cafe, to buy snacks, lunch or dinner but we have our own dinner plans and remember to have a good sleep for another big day tomorrow because it's a performance tomorrow Today is until 7pm dinner arrangements and watch Tv and keep blogging or call parents to tell them what my day has been like, blog maybe then be on my phone until I sleep that's basically what I hope to happen maybe a walk around Sydney either on the way back or tomorrow morning another thing I am looking forward to is night routine which gets me in a sleeping mood

The time now is 4:52 might have some shut-eye time after going to the toilet but I will find at the dressing room I am sharing with the girls most of my friends and family are commenting on photos of London and saying I should have my own dressing room even though personally that would be awesome having my own time it will also be lonely I do like company so having my own time with the company is my thing it's also a good idea for me to tell them I need time to myself and they wouldn't mind that.

It's a big thing to be away from family let alone parents while on tour even though it is 4 hrs away from Perth they are planning to come over also because dad has her sisters coming maybe brothers uncles and aunties coming on Thursday so that might be a family day for me so I'm excited about that so I will have to arrange that with dad when I get to talk to parents tonight before watching Tv and bed I better remind myself to do that so we had our long break which we needed and we are now watching the stage finish setting up and going into our dressing rooms to get our stuff and have a go on the stage for 20 minutes and then to our hotel to wind down for the night before bed

We all can't wait for that and girl time with Talitha Clare Watson called Katie to give us a wave because we can see them all talking about how the stage is set up and other comments can't wait to get on that stage even if it is for 20 minutes.so we did and that was fun and had a dance party like we usually do before we get into performance mode and busy thinking about ourselves and focussing on my no coughing onstage for a performance and get them all out before it throughout the day until performance ends that's when I can and behind stage or when my microphone is off

Then got everything ready to pack and walked back to our accommodation and wind down for the night Talitha made us some dinner and had some of her chocolate then the sugar rush went all around me until now had my vitamin for the night with my milk and was ready for bed and wasn't much on tv so I turned it off finish off my blog on today and now I'm ready to tick tock and youtube away until I sleep I turned off my alarm because I need to sleep until my bladder wakes me up normally that's my alarm.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Thursday 14 June 1832

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rain in the night – dull morning – F63° at 9 35 – breakfast at 10 ¾ - read Mrs. Norcliffes’ Albion newspaper – no paper of my own – came to my room soon after one - wrote 3pp. and ends to Lady G- ‘Langton hall, near Malton, Yorkshire – Thursday 14 June 1832 - your last letter, my dear Lady Gordon, reached me just as I was leaving home, and, I am ashamed to say, nearly a month ago – I have been wandering about ever since; and this and the melancholy accident which caused the death of my poor manservant ten days ago, must account for my having been so unintently long in writing – I had, in fact, just finished, and was on the point of sending you, rather a long letter, mentioning what were then my plans for 2 or 3 months to come, but, being obliged to change these materially, what I had written was useless – I am concerned to hear from Lady Stuart, that you seem unsettled as ever – I fancied you had made up your mind to go to Tunbridge wells or Ramsgate for the summer, occupy your house in London, in unlet, from September to February, and then think of the continent – this placed between us – under any circumstances that might arise to myself – a gulph of time of at least 8 or 10 months – and, on considering over all I could remember of what we said at Cheltenham, and looking forward as well as I could, the prospect beyond February seemed so obscure, I could distinguish nothing clearly, and felt obliged to confess that the common rules of perspective were useless – Had I passed with you as many years as I have done days, the case would be very different, for tho’ I might have little more confidence on my own account, I should have infinitely more on yours, in attempting to form some plan which might contribute as much to your comfort as to mine – Had this business been upon the tapis immediately after our tour along the Rhine, instead of now, it would have been arranged without much difficulty; and had we gone to Spain together, I feel quite assured that our expectations of comfort, as far as they had depended on ourselves, would not have been disappointed – Do give this a thought, if it seems to you worth it – I have lost all claim to asking you to write soon, by being so long in writing myself – but do remember, that my silence has not been the result of forgetfulness, nor of any want of interest or regard – I do not think of setting to work on plans of my own, till I have heard from you again – I scarce know whether you think the present state of politics terrible or not, or whether the turn of affairs in France is likely to scare you from the rest of the continent – cholera is spreading fast enough at home – we have just had 2 or 3 frightful cases within ½ a dozen miles from us; and my friend Mrs. Norcliffe, with whom I am staying, and with whom I have promised to remain a week or ten days longer, is much alarmed – my own fears are more moderate, tho’ I expect it will have reached H-x, and be within a mile or 2 of Shibden by the time of my return �� (direct from here) of course, you have seen Miss Hobart – never did match seem more universally approved – it surely promises well in every respect – I saw the happy man at Hastings, and afterwards in London, and had seen him before at the Lodge, and liked him very much – I shall direct this to 28 Park street, in the hope that some of the friends will frank it forwards – I cannot find the letter in which you told me to whom I might direct undercover – I would write oftener, if the postage lay less heavily on my conscience – If you could help me, or if I could help you to fix upon something, would it not be a good deed in either case? I have no fears but of your uncertainty – and you yourself would be happier without it? Forget, if you can, how little you know of me by experience – take all you can on trust – but, at least, believe me affectionately yours A. Lister’ the first time I have ever concluded with affectionately I think the above will do I am well enough satisfied dressed at 3 ¾ - and ready and had written all the above of today at 4 ¼ - dinner at 4 ¾ - came upstairs soon after 6 – and sent off to Malton my letter by a young man of the village to ‘Lady Duff Gordon 28 Park street London’ – CN- sometime with me talking coffee – then till 7 ¼ wrote the following to go early in the morning to ‘Messrs. Joseph Rodgers and sons, cutlers, Sheffield post paid’ ‘Mrs. Norcliffes’, Langton hall, near Malton Yorkshire Thursday 14 June 1832 ‘Gentlemen the parcel containing 3 penknives, as ordered for me by the reverend Mr. James Dalton, has been forwarded here, and the knives are quite to my satisfaction – I wait to discharge your bill till I have heard from you what would be the price of a neat case containing 2 of the best razors, or 4, or 6 ditto – and also the prince of a complete, and neat case of dissecting instruments, the saw made to take in 2 – no useless ornament, but everything of the best quality so as to do credit to our English cutlery, and be an acceptable present to a medical professor in Paris – I wish to be informed if you know the shape and size of the bistourie which the French use instead of our scalpel, and, if you do, what you would charge for ½ a dozen such instruments – what do you charge a piece for scalpels separately, and what for your best lancets? – at what price have you any sort of neat cases of scissars for ladies? I am gentlemen etc. etc. etc. A Lister’ had my hair curled and went downstairs at 7 ½ - tea - IN- arrived a little before 8 from Croft – looking well – CN- and I near ½ hour tête-à-tête and came upstairs at 10 55 – I ¾ hour with IN- in her room does not come to me tonight the bed not properly arranged too many clothes came to my room at 11 40 – very showery day – very heavy thunder showers and heard distant thunder once or twice – F59° now at 12 tonight –

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im-a-wonderling · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a fic with Edmund Pevensie and very shy reader? Thanks!

Prima Donna ~ Edmund Pevensie

Ahhhh, thank you so much for requesting! Shy!reader is a new one for me, so I hope you like it (even though it took me forever to finish it)

Word count: 2.3k

“Whose fabulous idea was it to throw this dinner?” Edmund grumbled, wrestling with the buttons of the wretched jerkin Susan had told him to wear. “I’d like to throw them a dinner in the royal dungeons.”

“It was yours, if I recall correctly.” Peter stood beside him, the perfect picture of composure. “Shall I warn the dungeon master of your impending arrival?”

“I merely suggested that relations with Calormen could be improved by allowing the opera tour to come through Narnia,” Edmund protested, still trying to get the buttons to cooperate. “Nowhere in there did I say anything about hosting a banquet in their honor, and certainly I didn’t say a thing about myself having to attend.”

Lucy laughed from her place on Edmund’s bed. “Ed, if you’re not going to go to the opera tomorrow, it’s all the more important that you attend the dinner.”

“Pete isn’t going tomorrow either,” Edmund said, with a perfect imitation of the pout his little sister used to sport when asked to do the dishes back home.

“And Pete’s going to dinner.”

Edmund frowned and did not deign to answer her, returning to the confounded jerkin.

“You know, in Calormen, the opera season is the height of court,” Lucy said, sliding off the bed to stand beside Peter. “Everything of note happens at the opera, all marriages arranged, alliances formed, grievances aired, it all happens at the opera.”

Edmund snorted. “The fact that the attendees don’t go to the opera to watch and listen to the opera itself should tell you something.”

“Oh, Edmund,” Lucy said with a sigh, shaking her head. “Have you no appreciation for the arts?”

“Now, now,” Peter stepped forward. “Ed is a great connoisseur of art.”

Lucy raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Well, swordfighting is an art, is it not?”

The two burst into giggles, and Edmund scowled. “Shut up.”

“Ready?” Susan asked, floating into the room in the flowing, graceful way of hers. “They’ve just arrived.”

“Ready,” said both Peter and Lucy.

“If I have to be,” Edmund grumbled.

“You’d better be,” Susan said. “Because the director will be seated beside Peter, and the prima donna will be beside Edmund.”

“What is a ‘prima donna’, and why do I have to put up with it?” Edmund demanded.

“The prima donna is the main female singer in an opera,” Lucy said, clearly exasperated. “Honestly, Ed, do you never listen when I’m talking?”

Edmund opened his mouth, ready to defend himself when Susan cleared her throat. “We don’t have time for this. Now, smiles on.” Susan turned and walked out of the chamber, Peter and Lucy close on her heels.

“I’m not scared to meet the Calormens,” Edmund muttered to himself as he tried to multitask walking and trying to keep his jerkin from flapping like a flag in the wind. The small clasps slipped through his fingers, and he cursed. “I won a war and had to lead a country at the age of 10! Prideful divas don’t compare to the Witch.”

Edmund swallowed his pride and looked up, intending to ask one of his sisters to come to his aid when he saw he was alone in the corridor, save for a servant girl lingering at the end of the hall. Her plain, Narnian clothing and the jug of water she carried indicated her to be a servant, but the way she carried herself…

Heat bloomed in his cheeks. Had she overheard him?

He straightened his back. “Are the arrivals from Calormen waiting?” The woman’s eyes flicked up to Edmund’s crown with a little apprehension before she nodded. “Can you help me with this?” he asked. “I cannot get these blasted buttons to button.”

The woman didn’t say anything, but set her pitcher down on the nearest windowsill and came forward, dexterous fingers accomplishing what he couldn’t with ease and efficiency.

“Thank you.” Edmund straightened his jerkin, still feeling morbidly embarrassed. She was unfairly pretty and clearly new to Cair Paravel. He didn’t know her, he would’ve remembered her, for sure. “Er…what’s your name?”

The woman blinked, momentarily meeting Edmund’s eyes with a startled expression. “Y/N,” she said in a mellifluous tone. Her eyes kept darting around, never staying long on Edmund or anything else. Was she uncomfortable? Or was he keeping her from something important?

If Susan were around, she would’ve ordered Edmund to dismiss the girl so she could carry out her duty, but he couldn’t squash the urge to talk to her more. “Have you ever been to Calormen, Y/N?”

“Yes, your majesty.” Her quiet voice was so endearing that Edmund couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“What was it like there?”

She looked up, nervously pulling at her fingers. “Hot.”

Edmund laughed, and the smallest of smiles flitted across her lips. “Thanks again for your help.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um…as you were.” And before he could embarrass himself anymore, he took off.

Hopefully the next time he ran into Y/N, he was composed and in possession of the wit he was so famous for.

He passed the horrid purple curtains Susan insisted be hung over the windows of the banquet hall, trying to get himself back under control before he joined his siblings.

“Ah, Edmund,” Susan said, grabbing Edmund’s arm and pulling him forward towards the group of dark-skinned people dressed in the odd fashion of Calormen. “This is Lalnon, the esteemed director of the show Lucy and I will see tomorrow evening.” Susan indicated the man in the front who wore a glittery coat and upturned shoes.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Edmund said, forcing a smile and extending a hand to the director. “My royal sisters cannot wait to see the show, they’ve been talking about it nonstop.”

“Thank you,” the director said in a heavy Calormen accent before pushing past Edmund’s hand and walking over to the table, clearly done with the conversation.

Edmund tried not to roll his eyes as he turned back to the others in the group. Why did the creative types have to be so sullen and withdrawn? If Edmund had to be here and be polite, the least the guests could do was acknowledge how very polite he was being.

Another Calormen man stepped forward with a bow. “I’m Ishdu, I’m the conductor. I lead the orchestra and instruct the singers.”

The siblings all nodded with regal airs, offering smiles.

The conductor brought forward each member of the crowd, outlining their names and their role in the show. Instead of following the director’s lead and seating themselves at the table, they awkwardly stayed standing, bumping into each other to allow certain members to the front of the group for their moment of recognition.

Edmund bit the inside of his cheek, wishing he could be anywhere other than here. Could he come up with some sort of excuse that the Calormens and his siblings would believe?

Ishdu, who was still talking, gestured to the group with a grander flourish than he’d yet used. “I’m also delighted to introduce our prima donna.”

Edmund steeled himself, trying to prepare himself for some overweight, gaudy woman to come trotting through the crowd to receive her demanded praise. But when the crowd parted, there was no such woman.

Edmund’s mouth fell open as none other than Y/N, the woman who’d helped him with his buttons, came forward and swept into a deep curtsy. “Your majesties.”

“You’re the prima donna?” Edmund asked before he could help himself, earning a glare from Susan.

For a split second, a shy smile flashed on Y/N’s face, but it quickly left as she said: “Yes, your majesty.”

How could she be from Calormen? Why was she wearing Narnian fashion when everyone else in her group wore fashion from their own country? And what had she been doing in the corridor with a water jug? And why had she helped him with his buttons instead of announcing herself?

Edmund tried to form words, but she was scrambling his brains, even though she was doing nothing but shifting, looking as uncomfortable as he felt.

Shooting an odd look at her brother, Lucy stepped forward to rescue the situation. “Y/N, we’re so glad you’re here, let me show you where you’ll be sitting.”

With a glance at Edmund, Y/N followed his sister further into the room, smiling to humor his sister’s conversation, leading the other performers towards the banquet table.

Susan’s hand clamped down on Edmund’s arm, pulling him towards her and Peter. “What was that?” she hissed. “That was not being hospitable!”

Edmund buried his face in his hands, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. “I mistook her for a servant.” He half-heartedly hoped they wouldn’t hear him, but his brother’s guffaw quickly dashed that sentiment.

“You did what?!” Susan almost shrieked.

“What was I supposed to think? She was in the corridor, wearing Narnian clothes and carrying a pitcher of water!”

“What did you say to her?”

“I asked her to help me with my buttons,” Edmund mumbled, causing Peter to laugh harder.

“What are you, twelve?” Susan snapped before massaging her temples. “You’d better do some damage control during dinner, before it’s irreparable!” With that, Susan walked in her floating way over to the banquet table to take her seat.

Edmund sent his older brother a hopeless look. “How on earth can I fix this?”

Peter clapped a hand on Edmund’s shoulder. “You’re the witty one, I’m sure you can come up with something.” Then Peter went to sit beside Lalnon, the director, leaving Edmund to trail behind him.

Y/N was already seated, with her hand neatly folded in her lap on top of her napkin. The glimpse of her delicate fingers served as a reminder of how easily and contentedly she’d helped him.

He felt hot as he finally took his seat beside her. “Y/N,” he immediately began, “allow me to extend my sincerest apologies for my mistake.”

“Unnecessary.” Y/N took a dainty sip from her wine goblet, but the way she avoided his gaze made him nervous.

“It is necessary. I swear, I never meant to offend you in any way.”

“No offense,” Y/N promised.

Edmund winced. “Not even when I called you a prideful diva?”

She didn’t answer, leaving Edmund to wonder if she really was offended or just didn’t feel like talking. But the silence that stretched on made Edmund’s discomfort rise, and he refused to let it go on. “So…” he said, searching for something, anything to say, “I hear Calormen is hot.”

The tiniest of chuckles broke through Y/N’s lips, but she still didn’t say anything.

“Why were you in that hallway?” he asked.

“Lalnon insisted he be allowed to wash his feet before setting foot in the banquet hall, and the servants looked frazzled already.”

Edmund cast a glance in the director’s direction just in time to see him sniff the bite of food on his fork and then promptly set the fork down on the plate. “But you’re one of the guests of honor. Why would you risk missing an introduction with the kings and queens?” Edmund asked, finding it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as her would prefer to notice than to be noticed.

“As it turns out, I got to meet one of the kings anyways,” Y/N said with a sideways smile. “I even got to help him with his buttons.”

He gaped at her. “Er…yes, well, I guess you did, didn’t you?” She turned back to her meal, but Edmund had lost all interest in eating. Instead, he propped his arm up on the table and rested his chin on his hand. “How long have you been performing?”

“I’ve been the prima donna for a year and a half, your majesty, but I’ve been a part of the opera company for as long as I can remember.”

“What does it mean to be a prima donna?” He remembered what Lucy’s answer was, but he wanted to hear it from Y/N.

Y/N lowered her fork. “Being a prima donna means the primary female roles fall to me.”

“That’s quite the privilege,” said Edmund, wondering what it must feel like to know that she would always have the opportunity for center stage.

“And quite the responsibility, your majesty.”

Edmund furrowed his brows. “Why’s that?”

“If a show goes poorly, there’s only so many ways to split the blame.”

“But that doesn’t make sense. Shouldn’t more blame fall on the writer rather than the prima donna?”

“Well, sure, but when the writer and the prima donna are the same, it gets complicated.”

It took a moment for Edmund to understand what she was saying. “Wait, you write the operas too?”

Y/N nodded.

“Did you write the opera you’re performing tomorrow night?”

Y/N nodded again.

Her shyness endeared her to him. All he wanted was for her to talk, to share more of herself with him, but she wasn’t. “What is it about?”

“Love,” Y/N said, and the spark in her eyes made Edmund go a bit speechless. “Most powerful thing ever.”

Edmund felt his heart bounce in his chest, as if it was reminding him of its presence. “L-love?” Edmund stammered.

She nodded, and her eyes went faraway. “The opera is a story of a young man and woman who do whatever they can to be together.” Her distant smile was dazzling. “Their parents don’t approve because the young woman is a priestess-in-training at the temple of Tash, and priestesses swear never to marry.” An adorable crinkle appeared between her eyebrows. “So the young man’s father sneaks a venomous snake into a bouquet of flowers and gives it to the young woman, pretending it’s from her lover. The snake bites her, and she dies, leaving the young man heartbroken…”

Y/N trailed off, lowering her eyes to the napkin in her lap. “Sorry,” she said with a bashful chuckle, “I just told you the whole plot for act one when you probably have zero interest.”

Edmund stared at her, certain she’d just said more words than all her previous words combined. “No, don’t apologize.” He took a breath. “You love what you do.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Edmund nodded.

“Sorry,” Y/N said again, ducking her head.

“No, don’t apologize, it’s a good thing. In fact, I envy you.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying Edmund in a way that made him feel exposed. “Does the king of Narnia feel wasted in the life he’s in?”

Edmund blinked, unsure how to answer such a question. “He feels wasted at big parties where he’s expected to be charming,” Edmund mumbled.

Y/N’s chuckle made Edmund smile. “Well, hopefully, you won’t feel that way at the opera tomorrow,” she said, picking up her fork once again.

Lucy, sitting across from Y/N, looked up. “Oh, no, Ed’s not–” Lucy started to say, but Edmund kicked her under the table.

“I’m sure I won’t,” Edmund said with a smile.

Lucy looked confused. “But you said–”

Edmund stomped square on her toes, and Lucy let out a little yelp. “I will be at the opera,” Edmund said slowly, hitting every syllable as he turned back to Y/N.

He’d only been trying to make sure Lucy got the point, but Y/N’s face broke into the biggest smile he’d seen from her all evening. “Yeah? You’ll be there?”

Edmund smiled back. “Yeah, I will. With flowers.”

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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What If?

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You think back on your relationship with Bucky, with questions of 'What if' surrounding you, four questions stood out to you, so you wonder- which one will come true?

Word count: 4,179

Warnings: melancholy angst, character death of sorts (not real deaths), some fluff, the winter soldier, mentions of violence, civil war Bucky, language, me referencing poems.

A/N: Civil War timeline with some modifications. Italics are daydreams. The question What If? Is my favourite question- it is so hopeful and yet so destructive. Besides the Taylor song, I also based this on the song 'What If?' From the musical If/Then

A/N2: this is based on the song The 1 by Taylor Swift for @captain-kelli Don't Call It A Comeback Tour challenge! When I signed up for it this entire story just came to my mind all at once and I could see it all from start to finish. However when I finally sat down with my outline to write it… something possessed it. I have mixed feelings about this but oh well, I hope you will like it! Thank you @lookiamtrying for beta reading this!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It always came back to your head in flashes; he came back in glances at objects around your apartment, but he never came back to you- not in your reality. You remembered the last night you saw him next to you, you remembered his cold voice that you read so well past. You mostly remembered the look in his blue eyes- they were soft and sad, contrasting his tone just like how his words contrasted their true meaning.

You had found your little piece of heaven in this small apartment, Bucky found his peace with you. He was always cautious, ever since he pulled Steve out of the river and started to remember his old life he run away from hydra, using all of his training to disappear from both sides that were looking for him. And then he found you and everything changed. You didn't know who he was at first, but by the time he opened up and told you who he was he held a part of your heart. It took some time but by the time you earned his full trust you took space in his heart, and when you didn't run away after you found out about him- your place in his heart grew and he kept you there safe. Logically he knew he should never stay for too long, and he shouldn't stay with you, but you were the first friend he had in decades- you helped him through nightmares, and you gave him a diary to keep track of the memories that started to come back. So he risked everything, and took every precaution to make sure he could stay there with you and dissipate his past from his potential future with you. And slowly but surely your relationship together evolved. You were proud of every progress he made- when the nightmares became rare, when you had to buy him another notebook, when he talked to you about it and you saw him forgive himself for something that was not his choice- you were proud when he started smiling and touching you more freely even with his left arm. You were proud of him when he showed his emotions more and told you those three little words with a bright look in his eye that caused you to smile and reply those same three words.

Then he came home to you one night with a heavy look that you haven't seen in a long time- you remember it from the time you were only friends, when he came to your door after a nightmare, panicked, saying he should run away.

He didn't talk that night, but you felt him change again, you felt him being more reserved again, like the Bucky you first met.

Then he came home to you one night a week later with the same look but now you saw his eyes- they weren't cold, they were emotional.

"They found me." No they didn't.

"Bucky," he was never one to lie. "What are you saying?"

You left the mug you held on the counter and walked to him in the living room. When he didn't answer you went to sit on the couch, patting the spot next to you.

"Talk to me, please." Bucky went towards you but he bent down and you knew what he was about to do. He moved the rug away and pulled at the wooden floor until you could both see the hidden space there where he told you an emergency bag will be necessary. He pulled it out.

"I need to go, you can't come with me."

"No, Bucky look at me," you stood up in front of him, "you don't have to run away! I can come with you-"

"It's too dangerous! You can't date the Winter Soldier!" He finally said. You knew he was trying to scare you with his cold tone, but you didn't let him.

"And yet, I am still here! I am not going to leave you Bucky- no one found you, stay with me- please don't run away."

"Doll," his eyes always gave him away. "I need to go, they are close. I need to leave."

"Bucky," tears welled up in your eyes. "Will you-"

"I am not going to come back."

Yes, you remember that night well. You played it in your head over and over again. You remembered your tears, the slamming door, and mostly the quiet.

You felt it when you woke up alone again every day after that. You saw him on the TV a few weeks after he left you- he stood next to Captain America- at least he found Steve. You had a million things you wished you could have said, questions you wished to know. You never know, though, when it will all go away, but you know the greatest loves of all time are over now, they always end. But you could never let it go, he plagued your mind.

It was the constant question of: Would he have stayed for you? If things were different? If he didn't have an excuse to leave?

You knew the answer could kill you, but your mind couldn't help but wonder- What if?

•

What if he stayed?

"I'm not coming back." Bucky closed the door behind him, it slammed harder than he intended to. He took the time to rest against the door, gathering his thoughts as he softly whispered to the air-

"I love you."

You brought life to his grey world, you helped him find himself- is he scared more of hydra finding you, or of you? Everything good seemed to be taken from him, and you were the sunshine for him- the moonlight comfort of the midnight nightmares.

Bucky spent so long running, what if he just let himself have this- you? What if he didn't use his past as an excuse to run away from his possible future?

He didn't think further when he opened the door again and shut it behind him. His eyes were just as soft and glassy as yours, filled with unshed tears. He came to you and you got up from the couch- without missing a beat he pulled you to him, holding you tight.

"I'm sorry, doll, I love you, and I don't want to leave you."

"Then stay, please. We are safe." You held him tighter and let out a shaking breath when you realized he didn't walk away, he stayed for you.

"I'll stay." He promised you that night, both of you refused to let go.

It was a few months after that and Bucky passed a jewelry shop, he watched as couples inside looked at all the shiny items and picked a few to take to their home. You were his home.

When he came back to you, the house smelled like his favourite pie that you made. He wanted to stay forever here with you, you didn't have much, but you had enough to get by and it was everything he could wish for right now.

But at night he laid wide awake, his metal arm surrounding you securely, drawing senseless patterns on your skin as you slept.

He couldn't give you a future like all the other normal couples have, but he could try to do his best, you always told him that trying was enough.

Bucky went to the museum the next night, when the old guard fell asleep he snuck in and searched for his treasure- in the area that displayed his stuff from the 40s- he found it. His ma's engagement ring, it was silver with two blue stones on either side the small diamond- you will look so perfect wearing it.

He was walking home with a smile, hoping to be home before you wake up- he left you a note but he knew you would only worry.

On the way, he decided to purchase some plums and then he saw the newspaper- the assassination of King T'Chaka, blamed on the Winter Soldier. He knew he had to get home fast. The smile dropped from his face and he ran to you.

"Doll!" He yelled to you when he closed the apartment shut, he panicked when you didn't answer. Checking the windows were closed, he saw no sign of forced entry, so he moved to the bedroom you shared."Doll,"

You were still asleep peacefully in your bed, only opening your eyes when you heard him call you again.

"Good morning, Bucky." You smiled at him and went to pull him down for a kiss which he gladly returned, letting himself relax when he knew you were safe. "What are you doing all dressed up-"

You stopped when you saw his nervous eyes.

"What happened?" you sat up on the bed and held Bucky's hand as he told you about the news.

"But, they don't know where we are, so we will be fine… right?" you were trying to stay hopeful, you didn't want anything to get in the way of your happiness, but life finds a way.

"We can't be certain… doll I think we need to go."

"Go where?" you didn't want to leave this house, you shared so many moments here with him, "This is our home."

"You are my home, we can find a place for us wherever we go- but I have to keep you safe with me. So, we need to go."

You only nodded to him, solemnly getting out of bed and packing the essentials he told you to take.

Soon enough, you were ready to go, but he stopped you before you reached for the door handle.

"Wait," his throat suddenly went dry, but he had to do this- he had to do this here. "I just need to tell you something, before we go."

"What is it?"

"We shared so many memories here, you helped me find myself and never gave up on me. And then I fell in love with you and I was so happy when I first kissed you and you admitted to loving me as well- and you let me set the pace. You were always there for me, doll, and I always want you to be."

"Bucky, what are you-"

"My ma always told me to give this to someone special, someone who managed to see the real me, and I have no clue how you did it, doll, but you did." He got down on one knee, "So, I want to do my ma proud, do this properly."

And then he went down on one knee, and then you said yes.

You smiled, you would have been so happy, and he never would have gotten caught, not if he had you. You've only seen the ring before in pictures but… it would have been fun, if he would've been the one.

You really were something together, so you let your mind wonder again.

Little did you know that all that time ago, Bucky had wondered the exact same thing. What if he stayed?

Bucky burst through the door, shutting it behind him as he went to envelop you in his arms.

"I'm not leaving you, not ever." He held you tight- and he promised he won't let you go no matter what happened. He couldn't handle not being with you.

Months passed with you sleeping soundly next to him.

Another day started like any other- right before he heard the explosion coming from the living room, awakening both you and Bucky in freight.

"Bucky, what's happening?" You whispered to him as you saw him get up and grab the gun that was taped under the bed.

"Stay here, I'll keep you safe, they found me but I promise- I won't let them get to you." He told you, and then Bucky went, opening the door and seeing the Hydra agents that stormed his house- his home.

Bucky sprung to action and shot the ones that came near him, protecting himself from the bullets with his metal arm. As soon as he took care of the agents in his home, he heard voices coming up the stairs- he had to get you out of here.

"Doll, come on, we have to go." He urgently told you, seeing you were already dressed and took the emergency bag he kept under your bed- you always knew.

"Where to, Bucky?" your shaky voice didn't escape him as he escorted you through the bodies on the floor, but he didn't have time to comfort you right now- his only mission was to get you to safety. That was all he wished for. That was all he wished for when you went to the roof to look at the stars, when you passed by a fountain and he remembered his ma telling him to toss pennies in the pool and make a wish.

He helped you down the fire escape and held you tight as he jumped onto another roof. Then he simply told you to run as he seeked temporary cover to think of an exit for you. They were shooting at you now, and he ushered you in front of him, having his body as a shield for you.

He found a place behind a vent as soon as you gained some speed and put space between you and the Hydra agents.

"Bucky-" your soft voice called to him, bringing him back to you. He looked at you when you just looked at your stomach, where blood was now seeping through your shirt.

"No, no doll stay with me-" your eyes began to flutter as the dizziness took you. "We will fix it, you'll be okay- I'll fix it."

"Bucky- it's okay." Your hand caressed his cheek; you winced when he put pressure on the wound.

"No, it's not! I can't lose you doll, this is all my fault, please stay with me." You felt his tears on your hand, even when you felt things go dark, you didn't break his gaze.

"This isn't your fault, Bucky. I love you, please promise me you'll stay yourself- don't let them convince you you're anything but a good man."

"No, doll, stay- please." His voice broke. "I love you."

The lights went out in your eyes, and he felt all the light in his life go with you, he sobbed over you, not caring about the hydra agents getting close. No one will take you away from him. He didn't let you go, he couldn't handle being without you.

If only his wishes came true, it would've been you that was alive instead of him, and you would've been safe.

•

What if you had gone after him?

It took you months, but you knew you had to go after him and fight for the two of you. You finally found him- they had taken him to the Avengers facility like you saw on the news. He was captured with Captain America- his former friend, you hoped Steve was taking care of your Bucky.

He had to be safe now, right? From what you heard of Steve… he won't let anything happen to him- so you hoped that maybe you could tell him who you were to Bucky and they will let you see him.

You walked into the facility with your cover, standing idly in the corner of the room as you watched Bucky being locked in a cage. It hurt your heart and you wished you could walk up to Steve but he was with government officials- and those were never good.

Then everything went dark. You were freaking out like the rest of them when you heard a girl talking to Steve-

"Sublevel 5, east wing." She had said and you quickly exited from the room, hoping to get to Bucky. Remembering the schematics of the building you memorized, you rushed to him. Was it dangerous? Maybe. Did you care? Not even a bit.

You ran down the stairs when you heard a commotion.

You entered the floor to see Tony Stark aiming a weapon against Bucky. You've never seen him this way, as the Winter Soldier- but he was still your Bucky.

"No!" you shouted when a loud blast echoed in the room. Tony went to attack him and you stood there helpless, not knowing what to do. You knew in your heart that he will recognize you- he has to. He is your Bucky- he said he will never forget you.

Two girls went to attack him after he pushed Tony Stark away and you rushed forward, getting to him before the others, you grabbed his arm.

"Civilians aren't allowed here, get out of the way!" The Black Widow called to you, but you ignored her as Bucky turned to you. You couldn't see him in the Winter Soldier's eyes but you knew he was there. The Winter Soldier grabbed you by the throat with his metal arm and pinned you to the wall, but you tried to stop him.

"Bucky- Bucky it's me, please come back to me." You said to him and dared to reach out to hold his cheek. "Bucky I'm here, I know you can break out of this- you won't hurt me."

His hard eyes were now confused instead and he did nothing for a couple of moments before you knew you had him.

"Doll?" he whispered to you, before he pulled away from you, realizing what happened. You didn't let him get far.

"I'm here Bucky, you didn't hurt me." You took his flesh hand, shooting a daring glance at the two girls who stood there on edge. "Please don't hurt him."

You brought Bucky closer, seeing the hesitation in his eyes, you assured him.

"I've got you, you didn't hurt me. Bucky, let me keep you safe for once." You brought him closer and he sent a shaky look at the agents, eyes falling to their guns and weapons that stood ready. "Look at me."

He did, and your eyes brought him ever so closer until you could hug him properly. You held him closely, keeping a tight hold around his neck. His arms soon surrounded you, and you knew he had his eyes sharp and open, protecting you all the time, checking for potential threats.

"We need to go." He told you. You turned around when you heard footsteps approaching, and Natasha yelling at them to stand down.

"Buck?" You heard Steve's voice, but with the new people with guns, Bucky immediately pulled you back so he could stand in front of you to protect you.

"Why are you just standing there?" One of the government officials came into the room and ordered around. "Take him down!"

"No!" Both you and Steve yelled. You saw red- no one will hurt him again.

"Listen," you ignored Bucky who was adamant on keeping you behind him and you stepped forward, his hand was still on your waist. "He will do whatever it takes to keep me safe, whoever points a gun at me will be viewed as a threat that he will take out- so I suggest you move out of the room."

Steve looked puzzled between his friend and Natasha, who just shook her head at his silent question.

"Do you think I will leave a dangerous hydra asset- the Winter Soldier- alone by the hands of some girl?" Bucky's hand tightened around you.

"His name is James Bucky Barnes, not an asset- just a man." You spat out at him, "Only these five can stay- I think three avengers are more capable than you or your team to deal with this. So unless you want to lose your life because you insulted some girl- move out, now."

"Listen to the girl, Ross" Tony held his hands up and the other man walked out until it was only the two of you, Steve, Tony, Natasha, the blonde agent and Prince T'Challa. You looked at Bucky behind you before you looked at Steve.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Steve." He nodded to you, "I have heard a lot about you. And I hope you didn't change from who you used to be."

"And why is that?" Natasha spoke up.

"Because all I want is for Bucky to be safe. He hasn't been triggered in two years, not since the Triskelion. He did nothing wrong- he is just Bucky now." You interlaced your fingers with his and you felt him relax behind you.

"He killed my father." The king said and you shook your head.

"I didn't kill your father." Bucky said quietly.

"He was with me the entire time, at a different country too." You hoped they will listen to you.

"Ross will not be happy… but let's take my jet and get out of here. How does that sound?" Tony offered, "And then we can talk."

You looked back at Bucky and nodded, he smiled softly at you, and you knew you will be okay.

Yes, you would have been okay. If you were there you would have talked sense into everyone. He would have been okay if you went after him- you wouldn't have let anything happen to him. It played all out in your head like a film, but you knew the greatest films of all time were never made- all because of a single choice.

Little did you know, that when Bucky sat in his cell as the guy in front of him started reading the words- all he thought about was you. He was so glad you weren't there, he couldn't even imagine what would have happened if you had gone after him.

Bucky felt the words take over him, he shook his head trying to fight it.

"No."

But it was too late, and Bucky was stuck inside his own mind. He tried to fight him, but The Winter Soldier was in control.

It was all a blur to him, but then he saw you- he heard your voice, and suddenly all he could do was fight, trying to break free from all those years of torture just to save you- if only he could save you, he could forgive himself- he could fight.

He hoped you could still see him there, he heard you call out his name.

"Bucky- Bucky it's me, please come back to me." You said to him and dared to reach out to hold his cheek- he could feel you. "Bucky I'm here, I know you can break out of this- you won't hurt me."

He tried- he tried to break free for you and he almost did.

"Bucky-" he heard you call out to him and he was forced to watch as the spark in your eyes, that you reserved just for him, died out. He was caged- and you died because of him, because he wasn't strong enough.

Bucky tried to shake the mental image of your lifeless body from his head. He sat in that chair as the Winter Soldier took over him, you didn't know it but all he thought about back then was you and the only relief he had is that you weren't around for him to hurt.

•

But What if the story ends here?

You pulled yourself out of the memories you could have had and brought yourself back to the present, if only you had done something- anything. You looked around your apartment as you sat on the couch, your tea long forgotten. You rose up with a sigh, and you pondered how long were you going to wonder about the road not taken? He haunted all of your What Ifs. Four years ago you chose to let two blue eyes into your life- and that has made all the difference. Two years ago those blue eyes left your life- and that had changed everything.

You went to close the old bag you found, with the shiny object still in its box- you shut it and delicately put it in the bag and closed it.

You still mused over it though- if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? With each choice that you make you lose roads you won't get to take, with each coin that you toss you lose choices you won't get to make. You choose and then everything changes, and you know there is no turning back... so you wonder- What if?

If only your wishes came true, Bucky would have come back to you.

But timing is a funny thing.

You almost missed the knock on the door. Putting the mug on the table, you went to the door.

If your wishes came true, he would have chosen you.

You opened the door, coming face to face with a man you only saw on TV, with his hair now short, his left arm black and gold- so much changed but his eyes were still the same. He was still Bucky- was he still yours? You couldn't help but wonder…

"Bucky?"

"Hi, doll."

What if it began again?

•

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When He’s Anxious To Date Because Of An Ex ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Your head nodded as Jin began to tell you all about his previous partner and their relationship with the fans. “I just don’t want you to feel intimidated by the fans like she did and end up running away from it all.”

“I know what I’m getting myself into,” you assured him.

“That’s what she said,” Jin lightly smiled, “but that didn’t stop her leaving me in the end.”

“I won’t,” you vowed, reaching across the sofa to take a hold of his hand, “I know you’re worried about history repeating itself, but it won’t.”

His eyes flickered down to the ground as he let go of a shaky breath, “you don’t know how crazy my life can be sometimes, are you sure you want to give things a try.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, “I get why you’re anxious about it all, I would be too. But they’re your fans, and I’ll respect them, just as long as they respect me too.”

Jin’s hand turned to hold onto yours, “I’m sure the fans will love you; I can tell that they’ll adore you a lot more than they did her.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about,” you reminded him, “if you get anxious, tell me, and I’ll be right there to ease your mind.”

“You’re the best, thank you for being so understanding.”

Yoongi:

The moment you suggested taking Yoongi to a work’s dinner, he got his back up and began to worry about the past choosing to get at him once again. “Why exactly are you taking me to this dinner, for a reason?”

“No,” you doubted, “I just thought you’d like to join me.”

“For my name?” Yoongi continued to question, leaving you in a state of confusion. “To make friends?”

“What?” You frowned, staring at him in disbelief, “I wanted introduce you to a bit more of my world, why would I invite you for your name.”

His shoulders dropped as he realised how he sounded in front of you, “I’m sorry, it’s just that’s what happened with my ex. I know I shouldn’t be doubting you.”

“Why didn’t you just ask, I understand that it’s a sore topic for you,” you frowned, shaking your head at him. “Rather than just accusing me of something.”

His head nodded, deserving of your scolding. “My mind just went into a bit of a mess; I know you’d never do that because you’re not like her.”

“Exactly, I’m not her,” you reiterated, “I appreciate you have your doubts but just talk to me about it instead Yoongi, it’s much simpler.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t act such a way again.”

Hoseok:

His eyes had been watching you all night long as he introduced you to his friends, knowing that his previous partner hated the boys, he was determined for you to get on with them. “What do you think?” He asked at the end of your night.

“They’re all amazing,” you smiled, “you’ve got great friends.”

“You don’t find it overwhelming at all, do you?” He questioned, allowing the past to haunt him.

“Not at all,” you mused, climbing into the passenger’s seat of the car, “they’re a lot kinder than I ever expected them to be, I’m surprised.”

His head nodded, letting go of a sigh of relief, “most people I introduce to the boys tend to start distancing themselves once they meet all of my friends.”

“I won’t do that,” you replied, smiling in his direction, “sure, it’s slightly crazy to be meeting your friends, but that doesn’t change any of my feelings for you.”

Slowly, the corners of Hobi’s mouth turned up into a smile, “it’s reassuring to know that; I don’t want to end up being hurt again.”

“If someone left you because of those guys, they’re a fool,” you laughed, “I can’t wait to get to know all of your friends better.”

“I’m so pleased that you get along with them all.”

Namjoon:

The first tour of any relationship for Namjoon usually ended up being the downfall, and as it came around for the two of you, he couldn’t stop worrying. “What’s wrong?” You asked as you noticed him daydreaming once again.

“I’m just thinking about going away,” he whispered to you.

“Again?” You frowned, “I thought we talked about this, we knew that this day would come.”

“It’s not just a day though,” he sighed, glancing across at you, “this day is when my relationships always seem to break down, especially my last one.”

Your head nodded as he opened up to you a little more about what had happened, “I always knew you’d end up going away Joon, I’d never use that as a weapon to end things.”

“I’m going to be gone for a while,” he pointed out, but that was something that you already knew. “I don’t want to come home from tour single.”

A light chuckle came from you as you reached for his hand, “I’ll be right here waiting for you to come home, I promise that you won’t come back single.”

“Do I have permission to hunt you down if you do breakup with me?” He teased, tickling the back of your hand as you nodded back at him.

“I give you permission because it’ll never happen.”

Jimin:

He couldn’t help but feel guilty when he cancelled on date night, despite your cheery tone on the phone, there was still a small part of him that worried. “Are you really sure that you’re alright about me cancelling?”

“Of course, I understand that you’re busy,” you replied.

“But this is all so last minute,” Jimin frowned, “if I were you, I’d be fuming right now.”

“I’m not her,” you then spoke up, recognising instantly what Jimin would be thinking about. “I told you before, I understand your job Jimin.”

A heavy sigh came from him as he realised how he sounded, “I’m sorry, I just still sometimes feel like I’m going to be scolded for having to be at work.”

“I’m never going to scold you,” you assured him, “just get what you needed to get done at work and I’ll be at my place waiting for you when you get home.”

Although you couldn’t see, a soft smile graced his face, “thank you for being so understanding about this all, I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me when you’re finished,” you joked, “but don’t rush, take your time and get things done.”

“I’ll see you soon, promise I won’t be long.”

Taehyung:

Your heart broke as Taehyung told you all about his previous relationship and how poorly he was treated, holding his hand throughout his story as you tried to comfort him. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could say at the end.

“There’s no need for you to apologise,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Nobody should be treated like that,” you pointed out, “I’m just sorry that it happened to you.”

“I hope now you can see why I’m a little anxious to date again,” he whispered, “I don’t want to end up going through all of that again.”

Your head nodded instantly, understanding wholeheartedly where he was coming from. “I can sit here and promise you it won’t happen, but I don’t know whether that will help.”

“It does,” Taehyung mumbled, staring down at the floor, “I know you’d never do it, but there’s still a small part of my head that worries.”

You squeezed his hand a little bit tighter, “I’d be more worried if you didn’t still fret about it, how you’re feeling is completely natural Taehyung.”

“You really think so?” He questioned, as your head nodded back at him, “I’ve always been made to feel as if it’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all, and I’ll proof that to you.”

Jungkook:

The article was damaging to anyone, but as you read through it knowing it had been the cause of a breakup in his previous relationship, you understood why. “The second the media exposed us she went, it’s scary.”

“The article is pretty heart breaking,” you noted.

“I don’t want to show it to you to scare you off,” he mused, “it’s more like an introduction.”

“I get it,” you responded when you noticed Jungkook beginning to get frantic, “at least I know what I’m getting myself into I suppose.”

His head nodded, taking his phone back from you. “I don’t want to hurt someone like that hurt her, and I certainly don’t want to put you into that position either.”

“You’re not putting me in any situation,” you quickly assured him, meeting his eyes, “at least I know what to expect whenever our relationship does get found out.”

You could tell he was still nervous as the words uttered from his lips, “do you think you’ll break my heart like she did whenever we end up having to go public?”

“No,” you smiled, “it’s going to take a lot more than going public to even try and get me to leave you, I promise you there’s no need to worry.”

“That certainly helps me feel better.”

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