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nofingjustaninchident · 6 months

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i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

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we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n

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kvthgok · 1 year

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Art Project | Miguel O’Hara x Child Spider Reader (Platonic Ofc)

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Summary- You needed help with your art project and asked Miguel for help !

Side note- not proofread cuz I’m literally so lazy rn. But please feel free to send over some Ideas cuz I can’t think of any .Ik some of y’all got awesome Ideas that ur gate keeping🙁</3! I would gladly write them.😭🙏

“Didn’t I tell you to do it yesterday?” Miguel questioned.

Before I even did anything he said, “And don’t give me that look. I’ve got better things to do than babysit you and help you with your art project.”

“C’mon it’s due tomorrow and I really need help!” I begged .

“Why should I help you when you've been slacking off like this? I told you to do it yesterday, and you did nothing!”

“But like I was doing something with Gwen sand Hobie sooo..” I trailed off

“Excuses, excuses. I don’t care if you were doing something else. I gave you plenty of time to work on it, right? So you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Please” I said dragging out the “e” in please.

“Oh, no. Not even if you beg.” Miguel crossed his arms and frowned. “I'm not helping you. You're on your own. And you better get it done on time this time.” I brought out the puppy dog eyes. Miguel rolled his eyes. “Don’t try that puppy dog look with me. My answer is still no.” “C’mon!” I whined

“Did I stutter? I'm not helping you. End of discussion.”

“ It’s a art project about who you look up to!” I begged him again.

Miguel chuckled. “Oh, that’s a sweet, sentimental thing to choose for an art project. Still not helping you, though.”

“Just c’mon” I rolled my eyes

“Nope. Not gonna happen.” Miguel shook his head. “Why should I help you? I already tried to warn you before. The deadline has passed. I'm not giving you special treatment. You can get help from someone else.”

“But everyone else is busy!” I whined

“Not my problem.” Miguel shrugged. “You should have planned better.”

"Please Miggy” I said using his nickname while giving my puppy dog eyes. That had to work.

Miguel sighed. “You’re really giving me a hard time here. Fine, fine. I’ll help you but you have to owe me a favor, okay?”

I nodded, “Deal!” extending my pinky, “Pinky promise!” I smiled

He sighed again. “Okay. Pinky promise.” Miguel smiled and extended his pinky finger as well, wrapping it around mine.

Then we got started with the Art Project.

Miguel and I were now sitting together at a desk, working on the art project. I was relieved that he had agreed to help me after all "So, who is the person you look up to for this project?" Miguel asked.

“You!” I looked up at him and smiled sweetly.

"Me?" Miguel chuckled. "I appreciate the compliment, but are you sure you don't want to choose someone important like your mom, or your dad?"

“Nope”

"Alright, I guess I'm flattered, then." Miguel chuckled. "I'm curious, why do you look up to me?" I had started to tell him why.

“…and your always pushing me to make good decisions that I won’t regret in the future. Almost like another father figure” I added.

Miguel looked pleasantly surprised by my answer. "That's a very mature and kind thing to say, kiddo. I'm glad you view me that way."

I paused for a moment and smiled.

"It does touch me to know you think that way of me."

I slowly nodded happily.

Miguel and I worked on the project for a while longer. I was grateful to Miguel for helping me finish the project in time.

As I looked at the completed drawing we had created, I smiled and looked up at Miguel. "I'm so glad you helped me with this. I couldn't have done this without you."

Miguel smiled back.

“Your welcome kiddo”

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spider man 2099 #x child reader #child reader #spider-man: across the spider-verse #cute #fluff

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jrueships · 1 year

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AHEM.

Why Jaren Jackson Jr. is a bottom: A List

1. The poor guy will do anything for attention from the team, ESPECIALLY from Ja.

2. Big guy that just wants to impress his tiny boyfriend (the same boyfriend that definitely tops him). He shows off just for the praise 😭

3. That one video of him doing that little tip-tap dance when Ja gave him the attention that he was practically begging for. IT WAS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

4. His outfits. He’s just showing off for his man (in hopes of something happening 🥰).

5. His legssssss. No way Ja doesn’t take advantage of his thighs. His thighs and ass are the main reasons why he’s the bottom. Always COVERED in h*ck*es.

6. Ja may be WAYYY shorter, but his personality is big. Jaren is WAYYY taller, but his personality is smaller (which is still quite big lol).

7. I almost view their relationship as a Kyle/DeMar type thing. If that makes sense?? Kyle and Ja are bossy and most people would assume they are both bottoms. But they aren’t. THEIR BIG GUYS ARE.

8. Jaren always looking at what Ja shows him on his phone. He’d do anything for that man to be happy (bottom behavior).

this was all off the top of my head, so it may not make total sense??? if i think of more reasons why i’ll tell you 😭😭😭

REAAAAAALLL!!!!!! IVE BEEN JUST READIN N READIN THIS AS A LITTLE DOG BISCUIT FOR ME... AN LITTLE TREAT <33 ... but i have decided to POP THIS BABY OUT N CELEBRATE WOOHOOO HAPPY DPOY JARENNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! *posts ask containing listed statements on why you are a sheet clawer

happy dpoy ? confused and scared but still trying to act happy jasper the dolphin voice before tyler in a wig and heels evaporates his whole existence

FIOOORST of all,,, thank u for numbering these down bcs u KNOW I love love LOVEE tackling ALL my moots details this is so FUUUN!!!!!

1. The poor guy will do anything for attention from the team, ESPECIALLY from Ja.

LITERALLLYYYY!!! EXAAAACTLY!!!! YESSSSS!!!! made me whip out my 3 go to replies after listening to my friend hate on the same shit i hate or make THE REALEST points to ever point in the whole history of points, on the latter side FOSHURE!! youre literally so right tho like....

you can't look at him... at his ACTIONS!! and TELL me he is Not FOR THE TEAM!!! LIIIKE (i DONT listen to icespice i am NOT a munchI AM NO T A M U NCH‼️‼️)(I SAID LIKE BEFORE HER AND AFTER MEAN GIRLS OKAY!!!!!!) Everyone was lowkey getting a little jealous of the ABSOLUTE LEAASH brandon Clarke has had on jaren.... but like. Can You Blame Him. Clarke is GORGEOUS. He's like a 6'8 ja but more importantly without the mental problems. Ja acting out by being all 'alpha male whatever 🙄'.. he wanna be jarens man again soo bad. JA!! get this thru ur SKINNY BEAVIS N BUTTHEAD HEAD!!! jaren liked U bcs u were a LESBIAN!!! who is also bisexual. He will ALWAYS be YOUR LITTLE MEOW MEOW or whatever u guys roleplay in bed or discord lmfao WHEN URE AROUND!!! Jaren is just a very im gonna give up 110% of myself to whoever i happen to be around AND U GOTTA LEARN TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!!! like he literally opened his legs to u and ure like 5ft tall like. Let's not act like he has high standards now or something. He dreams of dill*n brooks. Daily. Not even nightmares. Full on straight up not straight wet dreams bro. Find your inner zen ja. Please. For the good of your baby mama (jaren.

2. Big guy that just wants to impress his tiny boyfriend (the same boyfriend that definitely tops him). He shows off just for the praise 😭

THE AMOUNT OF SHORT KING PROPAGANDA BEING PASSED RN!!! I AM TRULY LIVING Y E S !!! THIS THIS THIS!!!!

he said WHEN U FEELIN COCKY!! I M FEELIN COCKY!!!!!! .... u know... and if u feelin like... a certain COCKy.... just so happeningly around u know... someone submissive and breedable...ME then...you know... im still feelin kinda cocky too... namean 🥺👉🏿👈🏿..?

Ja pausing briefly in peace to read this 3:02 (minutes kept random to make it seem like jaren hasnt been agonizing & planning this text for over fifty days and nights) before he's about to tweet out another threat to yet another small child: ........ what 😑?

it's so cute... and a little sad 😭 like he wants him so bad. Walking all normal but suddenly prancing all giddy like a done up horse (unicorn) whenever ja even as much as LOOKS at him!! please jaren.... ure whining at this point. Salivating all over this little pebble of a man. This twig. i Love it, frankly. i Do. he needs this santas helpers d*ck and he needs it Bad .give it to him NOW, ja! RIGHT NOW.

TURDAE ‼️‼️

3. That one video of him doing that little tip-tap dance when Ja gave him the attention that he was practically begging for. IT WAS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

LIKE GET IT TOGETTHER JAREN!!! he is head over TIPPY TAPPY DANCEY H E E L S for that online thug it's SO funny 😭. Ja half assing to pretend hes a security guard like jaren started and jaren being so happy abt it 😭😭 when the bf agrees to be the rainbow pony to ur pink pony in ponyville. THEN WHEN DESMONDS TRYING TO JUST GET HIS INTERVIEW DONE JAREN PLOPS HIMSELF NEXT TO HIM MIMICKING HIS POSE?? STARING?? pulling out ALL the stupid little tactics to try and get him mr handsome to notice him.. then he scoots closer when he doesn't PLEASE babygirl!!! Daddy's working 😾. IMKIDDINGSORRYLMFAO i need to stop saying that ironically, people are gonna think imsrs.. Anyways. I took a screenshot but thanks to jarens long neck.. he looked like a roadside 4legged human-like creepypasta monster so. Nvm. BUT AFTER THAT HE TRIES LIKE? TAPPING DESMONDS giant hunk of an ARM! by God. I know what you are jaren! AND HE DOESNT EVEN GET NOTICED THERE??? like throughout that whole thing desmond didn't even look at him once 😭. AT LEAST JA SPARED THE POOR SOUL A SINGLE SECOND GLANCE FOR HIM TO GET ALL GIGGLY OVER!!!! Desmond is so cool guy who doesn't have a personality to him and only makes npc responses if any. I think jaren is kind of obsessed. He wants to suck his **** so bad. Maybe that's why ja spared him a crumb of attention. Like when u let the leash a lil long then suddenly keep it short. That's so mean. Do it Again, ja.

4. His outfits. He’s just showing off for his man (in hopes of something happening 🥰). 5. His legssssss. No way Ja doesn’t take advantage of his thighs. His thighs and ass are the main reasons why he’s the bottom. Always COVERED in h*ck*es.

combining because i am a GREAT THINKER 🗣!!!! but moving on YES!! TIMES A MILLION! The fact that jjj has admitted he has a habit of buying new clothes like everyday.... who do u have in mind when u buy those jarebear? Is it someone little that likes to hype up whatever cool new thing you've got interesting to him ? Hm? Suspicious.

H*CKIES ALONG HIS THIGHS PLEAAAAASEE PLE A SE!!! P L E ASE!!!! just ONE fic where someone tops him and leaves h*ckies ob those HUGEMONGO CHUN-LI thighs PLEASE anyone PLEASE!!!! IM TIRED OF US ONLY HAVING THE VISION!!@ WE NEED THIS IN PICTURE OR PAPER!!! N O W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i KNOW ja **** him *** i just KNOW he does he probably BITES it im so. LISTEN. THIS IS COMIN STR8 FROM THE SOURCE. I AM JUST THE MESSENGER!!! we know. We KNOW. Jaren ALWAYS wears compression leggings... and for What. FROM what? FROM WH O M?

For WHOM???? Ja's playing around pretending to help the pt stretch jarens legs by coming from the side or behind and he kinda grabs his thigh-like and grips it a little teasingly cus he knows.. it's a little Sensitive. From last night. Well it better be anyways. And his fingers squeeze near that inner thick of the thigh and jaren let's out a jolt and a lil HEY :oO !!!! That makes the pt guy usher ja out (he just thinks they're playin.. has no idea.) (Jaren intends to PLEASE JA. KEEP IT THAT WAY!!!) And ja snorts n snickers n scampers off Knowing that Jaren Knows HE knows. And jarens trying not to giggle, trying to keep his frowny face or roll his eyes like that wasn't anything but annoying. Like his face isn't feeling like a forestfire right now. it's Sick. it's Sickening. . . M o r e.

6. Ja may be WAYYY shorter, but his personality is big. Jaren is WAYYY taller, but his personality is smaller (which is still quite big lol).

HE IS A S H O R T KING!!@@! MAMA AYE!! i belive in his SHORT KING SUPREMACY!!! okay!! Jaren is but a mouse compared to his giant ego. When jaren tries shoving someone it's like... ok little guy. Let's get you to bed. When someone shoves ja it's Uh Oh. For Real. Top girlboss bottom malewife relationship my Beloved. LOVE hearing other's thoughts n comments on players personalities !!!! it's so cool!!

7. I almost view their relationship as a Kyle/DeMar type thing. If that makes sense?? Kyle and Ja are bossy and most people would assume they are both bottoms. But they aren’t. THEIR BIG GUYS ARE.

THIS IS.... I DO NOT GURANTEE UR SAFETY FROM THE KYLE/DEMAR GIRLIES. but i LOVE the idea behind it. Just because a person in the relationship has the fatter ass doesn't mean they can't top ok!!!!! Im so big behind this FLAT ASSES NEED LOVE TOO!!! Shoutout sauce gardner for leading the 2 dimensional bttm booty charge. I believe in you an them bones, my bratty bttm king. anyways... ur mind may be too great for this world... cherish it. Always. Big guys bottomimg... ure so real for this. My sibling in stronghold.

8. Jaren always looking at what Ja shows him on his phone. He’d do anything for that man to be happy (bottom behavior).

YHE PHONE OBSERVATION PLEAAASEEE !!! YES!!!!

Ja just looking up: How Do I Play Papa's Pizzareea On My Phobe. 💯

And jarens smiling and laughing and staring at dreamy like he's watching ja write up their marriage vows. Jaren thumbs up jas memes physically when they don't get thumbed up digitally on reddit. He's his little 6'10 cheerleader and he will live and die by the pompom. Giggling and twirling his hair and kicking his feet and getting all happy to write in his fuzzy pink princess diary abt how ja gave him a Cool and Aloof😎 Signaturely Awesome Sauce 😎 ja head nod of approval when jaren helps him spell restaurant in the Google maps. (Jaren also got it wrong and they were 25 minutes late to the restaurant) (their table was taken but ja took care of it.) (Don't Ask How.) This 6'10 man rlly makes himself SO babygirl all for these little gremlins to ignore or sometimes nod at. It's like snow white and the seven dwarvOKAY IM KIDDING IM SORRY LOL. jarens just so. All of This. Yeah. You really read him like a book 😭😭 caught him spread eagle LMFAO! i YEARN to hear more I REALLY DO!!! DO NOT BE SHY IN REMEMBRANCE........ this is for History. this is for... Ted .

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kurazaru · 10 months

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What do you wish you had the courage for?

I wish I had the courage to say no. I wish I had the courage to confront people and call them out on their bs. I wish I had the courage to be different, to be who I am, unafraid to be judged by others. I wish I had the courage to be everything I ever wanted to be....

College has been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly bad ones. I met this one guy during induction, nd we became pretty good frnds. But as i started hanging around him more nd more, ive seen soo many red flags. He doesn't take accountability for his actions, he always blames something or another for his failure. He talks shit about his family, who as far as I've seen, is so caring, but who am I to have an opinion ant his family matters. I don't know what happens behind the scenes, and I don't get to comment on that. He gets so angry while gaming, snapping at the most smallest inconvenience. Like the other day, my roommate accidentally tripped over the extention box, which was connected to my frnds laptop, nd he blasted my roommate. And then, asks in a "cute" nd "apologetic" way, "Are you Angry" to my roommate. That pissed me off. He always does that. Gets angry, hurts the other person's feelings, and then apologizes INSTEAD OF CHANGING HIMSELF. He keeps complaining that the reason he doesn't get marks in maths is coz they didn't teach that stuff in his prev school, but doesn't try to solve suns nd improve himself either. If u know that this stuff is new fr you, you should hv studied it SOMETIME BEFORE 24HRS OF THE EXAM. And omg he keeps asking me to teach him stuff. Like , once or twice is fine, BUT THE DAY BEFORE EVERY EXAM?? UMM I NEED TO STUDY TOO?? And also he doesn't even hv the most basic knowledge.. I am not here to teach you everything frm the beginning. We both attend the same classes, if i can do everything properly without any help, you should be able to atleast understand the basics of the class if u listen rightttt. Then I can help. And omg the other day he told me that he cried coz "he didn't have anyone" like??? I was ALWAYS there fr him. And ok, you can say whatever u want abt me, but there is this another guy who's just the sweetest, nd he ALWAYS took care of him. Saying that he didn't have anyone is a huge insult to that guy. Nd then when he told me abt this in class, he told me that I'm his "best frnd" but I don't even care. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT?? LIKE OH DON'T WORRY IM THERE FR YOU? LIKE I WAS THERE FR YOU ND YOU STILL FELT THAT WAY SO LIKE HOW WILL THAT HELP. Then he told me that when he was born, he was abt to die. And I was like, well you sure are so lucky that you lived coz?? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT RANDOM PIECE OF INFO? Like the moment he said that, I knew what he was gonna follow it with, that he should hv died nd suicide nd blah blah blah. And then he told that. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY THEN OMG😭 And then he told me that everyone who he ever loves leaves him. Maybe coz ur pretty fucking manipulative? Like what is the point of all this 😭 Welp that's that. I didn't talk much to him today(i slept on accident last night writing this rant so currently it's the next day) nd I had SUCH A GREAT DAY. Now, let's go to the next problem ✨

This is pretty stupid but MY ROOMATE KEEPS DRINKING ALL OF MY WATER?? MD DOESN'T FUCKING REFILL IT. I get so fucking annoyed. I always drink water the first thing in the morning. So i fill my 500mL waterbottle the prev night, BD EVERYDAY ITS FUCKING EMPTY WHEN I WAKE UP. ND ALSO THROUGHOUT THE DAY I FILL MY WATER ND WHEN I WANNA DRINK IT ITS ALWAYS FUCKING EMPTY OMFG IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE I HATE HIM SO MUCH. He's also so fucking lazy nd dirty nd SEVERELY LACKS BASIC MANNERS. I hate him 🥰

I'm done ranting fr now, nd now I'll go cry coz idk what else to do.

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crepuscollo · 2 years

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you know what i think the problem is? i continuously let people who don’t meet my mandatory needs into my life. thats why i end up hurt. i never told them what i need and half the time idk what i need anyway. i just let things go for everyone. i dont speak up. i usually dont even know it bothered me till later. and sometimes i think thats j how things are and i cant fix them theres nthn this person can do; blame everything on myself. from here on out, i wanna rlly make sure that i communicate my feelings. im so fucking tired of my emotional needs not being met and walking over myself and just keeping the peace. well, im not at peace.

god. i always let them. im “unproblematic” “low maintenance” “carefree” “everything is simple and nothing is a big deal”. right? cause thats how i gotta be. or else everything would go up in flames. this is how i was fucking raised alright?

my mum makes everything a problem w ruins everything for everyone. so im never gonna be like my mum; always sharing her opinion and expressing herself and saying things and shit. even if all of it is stress, its easier to not show it, it’s easier fof everyone around u. and its not like its unhealthy, right? no bad side effects. and its not like thsres room for 2 stressed and overwhelmed indiciduals right? there cant be. i havs to stay sane. cause she has to act insane.

my dad on the other hand? dont care. carefree. life is simple. life is too short to worry and stress and react and feel. unbothered, unprovoked, uninterested. he seems happy he seems okay. and my mum doesnt.

so how the fuck do u think i turned out? my dad telling me the way to live ur life is to not care and not cause problems and j give ppl simple solutions to their problems. just salek. and no one and no thing can be a problem big enough to make u give a reaction or stress or falter. keep the peace, yeah? all this while my mums anxiety eats away at her. constantly worrying ab this and that and overwhelmed and overstimulated and her minds in bits and pieces and here and there and not sleeping and not focusing not asking no more fucks to give no more space to care about her daughter and fuck, no one gives a shit. LIFE IS EASY ITS SIMPLE JUST DONT WORRY ABOUT NOTHING.

so, how. the fuck. do you think i turned out?

i bottled up my emotions so much to the point where im so overwhelmed but i cant even pinpoint a single feeling. its just all there, overflowing, but i cant see it. i cant feel it. i dont know how. and im afraid that if i start i wont be able to stop.

fun fact: when im crying i dont like being held. i want space. i need reassurance and being told im normal im okay ill be fine cuz it may seem pointless but i need to hear it “youre okay. its okay. youre okay. everything will work out. ill be there. together well make everything right again. dont worry, okay? we got this. you and me? we got this. there’s nothing we cant handle. nothing. is everything is in our hands and is handled and is fine. dont worry. please dont worry. we got this.” and god, i need my tears to be wiped away by some loving hands.

dont talk. just listen to me. tell me that if i share it, and say it, and let you in, well be in it together, and youll help me, and hear me out, and share and unbiased outside perspective. tell me you care so much you just want to take my pain away. you want to hear it. all my thoughts that are eating away at me, if i let them out they lose their power. tell me why you wanna know and dont tell me u wanna know bec u wanna help tell me u wanna know bec u wanna keep me safe and u care and u dojt think i should be alone in my mind. then stop talking. dont over do it. dont be desperate. i need to know its okay if i dont talk. once u tell me ur here with me and i have space to say everything out loud, then create that space with your silence. give me a moment. i need a moment to say it. dont interrupt me. dont give ur opinion. dont try to guess what i want. just dont try. tell me to tell u exactly what it is that i need. let me tell u the story and everything and then ill tell u oh this situation is making me sad or making me regretful so that means i need comforting or ill tell u idk what to do or im confused or idk how i feel then i need advice or if im j overwhelmed and stressed and needed to talk then i need a distraction. let me tell u what i want because if u interrupt or guess or give the wrong expression at the wrong moment itll make me feel misunderstood and unable to communicate how i feel and ill stop trying to talk. i need u to wipe away my tears and give me kisses. not hugs. kisses. let me initiate the hugs.

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Sfw alphabet for Chloe and btw I love ur posts

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - not proofread, cussing, talk of drugs, alcohol, smoking the devils lettuce

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - bruh I didn't proofread this I apologize, pretty proud of it tho

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- Yes. That's it. That's the letter. She's a touchy feely person. She'll insult you as a joke, it's her way of compliments but she gives those too. A lot of those. Likes slapping your ass when walking past you, no matter what, do not bend over in front of this woman. She's always lurking, reading to grab you and spin you around or scare the ever loving shit out of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- The daring, always doing something they should not be doing and then calling you to come help them. Gets drunk at a part? Your gonna get a phone call at 3am and if you ever needed her she'd be there in a heartbeat no matter how much she complains about it. She'll always be there because she knows what its like to not have anyone there for her.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- Touchy feely as I said before. Loves laying on your chest or on your shoulder, or she likes when you lay on her back while she's laying on her stomach. Sometimes she'll watch something on her laptop while laying in-between your legs with a blunt in between her fingers, looking up at you every now and again to see if you've fallen asleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- The girl cannot clean, she tries if you make her, and even then... it somehow looks worse than when she started. She's a better cook than you'd think though, her mom will always top her but she's caught on to some of her tricks. She cannot wait for the day you two are out of the Arcadia shithole together and on the road. She plans for the future in her head, just will never tell you that, she's too prideful to look that sappy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- Would try to let you down easy but would get angry. She probably wouldn't, getting attached too easily, I don't think it would ever come down to her breaking it off. But if it does, she'd try to push the blame from herself to something else, probably a problem you two were having. She would push it all away, pretend it never happened.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- Marriage... is something Chloe would consider. Like Rachel it would probably rely on more you bringing it up than her. She'd do it, especially if you seemed like you wanted it, I mean you've been the only person who's never abandoned her, left Arcadia with her, stayed with her through it all. If you wanted it, she'd make it happen, but it would probably be something small, knowing her probably spontaneous. She'd cry.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- Chloe is a very soft person when you get past the tall walls she puts up for everyone. She doesn't cry in front of people, unless she angry cries but when it comes to you, she'd cry her heart out. You're her safe place, she likes laying her head on your shoulder while you both stare at her ceiling. She's usually rough, jagged around the edges, but to you she's like a fluffy teddy bear.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- Oh yes. They're a must. She likes coming up behind you and hugging you, especially when she gets to hear your little giggles. She'll wrap her arm around your waist when you guys walk side by side, or she'll wrap her arm around your shoulders when its cold and your walking back to her truck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- She holds off as long as possible, she's terrified you won't say it back. She's scared she'll jump the gun and you'll back away from her. She's so scared to lose you, you begin to doubt she loves you, and she sees it an panics as you begin pulling away. She'll say it in a moment of desperation between the two of you, this whole speech comes falling out because its every thoughts she's ever had flooding out of her mouth. Just nod, smile and then kiss her. Then assure her because she'll probably tear up.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

- Yes. She gets very jealous, cue abandonment issues. (Alexa play Daddy Issues by the Neighborhood) She'll make snide and sarcastic marks to whoever is talking to you, rolling her eyes and laughing at them. Not with them, at them. You get annoyed and have to say goodbye to anyone you were talking to. She'll feel guilty but also defend herself until you walk away upset. She'll find someway to make it up to you. No matter what.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

- Loves kissing your lips. Or your thighs, but not sexually. While laying in your lap smoking, watching whatever show her clouded mind chose. She presses feathery kisses to your skin, looking up at your sleeping form. She loves make out sessions, especially high, soft deep ones where you two pull away after and talk about ghosts or if aliens exist. Never sexual, just you two laying together.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- Hates children. Probably tells them things that would give them nightmares or make them start crying. But if you wanted kids, WAYYYY in the future, she MIGHT consider. MIGHT.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- They're not. She doesn't wake up before 12:00pm. She will keep you there, trapped under her arm, snoring loudly in your ear until the sun is mid sky and you are begging for her to get up so you can pee. If by chance she does, she wants breakfast, always, even if she wakes up in the afternoon.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- Smoking, concerts, drinking, music, late night walks. Whatever she decides to talk you into that night, you go along with and keep her company. Along with keeping her safe from herself and whatever trouble she'll walk herself into. A lot of the time though she likes staying in, smoking while you talk to her about the most random things while a reality TV show plays in the background. Watching you go on and on about how its all a scam.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- She falls fast and hard, attaching herself very easily to people. I think as soon as she trusts you enough. Little things at first, David and maybe a few things about Max. Then she'd start really talking about Max, then Rachel. Then her dad, but not until she knows you aren't going anywhere, or if you haven't already put the pieces together.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- With you, it'll take a big argument for her to get really angry at you. You doing something stupid that could've gotten you hurt or something else. Other people, she gets pissed off easily, snapping at people and sarcastic comments when people frustrate her.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- Would remember some things, the things about you that she loves the most but if you tell her something random like your second favorite color don't expect her to remember off the top of her head. That's Rachel's thing. She listens to you, but she had the tendency to space out and no she will not remember your aunts birthday, half the time she barely remembers her own.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- A late night, she got drunk and broke down at a concert before you two were dating. You drove in your moms car two hours to pick her up, she'd gotten too drunk and high, freaking out. It had never happened before and she didn't know you to call so she called you. And you came, picked her up, and sat with her in the Junkyard until she sobered up and told you everything.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- Would literally beat anyone up for you, even if she loses. She does not care what is happening, she would jump in front of a bullet for you. You need a body buried? Chloe is your gal pal to the end of the world.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- Chloe would rather lay in bed with you all day and call it a date than do some romantic gesture. She finds doing that is more intimate, you find out more about each other laying in a silent room at 4am then you do at some fancy restaurant that will make you go bankrupt.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- Tends to blame her problems on other people and then regret it really bad. But she tends to not admit when she's wrong. And you hate it, you get into some pretty bad fights over it. Arguments are rare between you two, but when they happen they're deadly and she dives for what hurts the most.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- Barely besides her hair. She dresses how she wants, does her hair how she wants. She cares about how she looks in hers and your eyes only, not anyone else. She could give two fucks what they think.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Completely. You're her lifeline, the only person that she's told every deep secret too besides Max and even there she holds things back. She'd quite literally shut down if she ever lost you. Her issues are major and they run deep inside, the fear of abandonment and you leaving her like everyone else terrifies her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- She does your makeup for you, like she'll hover above you while you lay down on the bed and do your makeup for you. Like the iconic eyeliner style every girl wears, she will make it her life's mission to get it right on your eye if you want to wear it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- Chloe def ain't strict when it comes to friends bruh, have you seen Frank? She doesn't have many clear icks? Maybe constantly wanting to stay inside, not wanting to leave Arcadia? Wanting a picket fence family? She'd die if you ever said that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- Sleep is love, sleep is life. Once slept 23 hours straight, you practically broke her door down making sure she was okay. She had just taken too many edibles. Hugged you and assured you everything was fine before passing out again. You nearly smothered her with a pillow.

A/n: I want a gf

#chloe price #chloe #chloe price x reader #chloe x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange #dontnod #nevy writes

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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) ) here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з

summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways.

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such.

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie.

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins.

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again.

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem.

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up.

So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch.

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

。:°ஐ

Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up.

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing.

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat.

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning.

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again.

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

。:°ஐ

The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal.

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night. She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room.

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end.

。:°ஐ

It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him.

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.”

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going.

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.”

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles #harry styles angst #im pretty proud of this one #if I do say so myself #harry styles fanfiction #its kinda short tho sorry

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Selfish {1}

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Reader AU

Warning: Angst, Flashbacks, Fluff, Plot, Backstory,

Words: 4.5k

Summary: You and Yahya had a 4-year relationship not too long ago. The love was strong, and the forecast was happily ever after, but cloudy skies bring thunderstorms and your relationship ended. Neither of you really ever got over the other, no matter how hard you tried. Two years later, you’re back in your hometown for work when you get the shock of your life by coming face to face with none other than your ex-fiancée, Yahya who is getting married but not to you.

Note: This two shot is inspired by “Selfish” by Rihanna & Dirt Bag F**ure and “What If” by Babyface

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-Three Years Ago-

Joy. That was the only word you could think to describe the way you felt and had felt for the last three and a half years. Absolute and unequivocal joy. Everything was the way it should be. Your career was on track, you were months away from making senior partner in your firm which was a huge deal not only career-wise but also financially. Your skin was glowing, body on point just the way you wanted it, mental health was stable, and your personal life was sublime.

It really was true that when one thing aligned the rest fell into place. It all began with Yahya. From almost the day he walked into your life he turned it upside down. He knocked everything out of order and created chaos for a good month. Your stubbornness and fight-or-flight instincts were mainly to blame. When he showed you that you could trust in him, you put more effort into fighting the flight.

Smooth sailing quickly came. It was like the two of you were two sides of a coin, yin, and yang, complimenting directions on a compass, but completely combustible elements that burned fast, hot, and bright. It was a burn that quickly enveloped you both and kept you in the most intense rapturous state. Your passion for one another was so powerful that no matter where you were everyone and everything ceased to exist. Your hands were always all over each other, tongue down each other’s throats and bodies always connected. There was just no other way.

Your passion for each other was unmatched, but so was your volatility. You argued just as wildly as you fucked. It didn’t happen often but when it did it was like a nuclear bomb went off and you both screamed, shouted then ignored each other. Neither of you made it past a few hours but you were both stubborn and hated to be the first to give in.

“I’m gonna make you my wife one day.”

You smiled and turned your body to his from your laying position between his legs. You couldn’t see his eyes from behind his dark-tinted sunglasses, but you knew they were on you.

“Oh yeah?”

Yahya nodded and licked those sinful lips of his. God, the man was walking temptation if the God of temptation was ever personified.

“Feel like telling me when one day is?”

Yahya chuckled, cocking his head back giving you a view of his weak spot. You pushed up onto your hands and kissed his throat and trailed your tongue along his jugular vein, tasting the salt still on his skin from the ocean, until you reached his earlobe. Your teeth grazed the skin there before you dipped down to where his neck and shoulder met. As you sucked his skin into your mouth his moan was guttural. Yahya’s large hands at the small of your back dipped lower to cup your ass pulling a moan of sheer need from you.

“Better be careful girl. I have no problem breaking your back like a glow stick right here on this beach. Ion’t care who’s around.”

You snorted and laughed in his neck. You knew he wasn’t lying.

“Whatever.”

As if to prove his points, Yahya grabbed you, pulled you until you were straddling him. Once on top, you felt the beginning hardening of his erection. That quickly wiped the smile off your face.

“Yahya,” you mewled before his lips swallowed any further words. He controlled the kiss from the beginning sucking your bottom lip, nibbling your top, and swirling his tongue around yours until he was sucking it. The man could kiss, and he knew it.

As you were getting into the kiss, Yahya pulled away trailing kisses along your cheek to behind your ear. You released a breathy sigh and bucked your hips forward, completely forgetting where the two of you were.

“Soon,” Yahya whispered in the sexiest and huskiest voice that gave you such a hot and cold chill your body didn’t know how to respond. It shivered but the hottest burst of heat rushed through you at the same time. He then sloppily kissed your shoulder. “What will your answer be?”

Face to face, you lowered his sunglasses and peered deeply into Yahya’s orbs that were reminiscent of amber, with a hint of molten lava deep within them. God, you loved his eyes.

“I do,” you whispered. As you spoke the words you actually felt your heart swell. You wanted this future he was hinting at. You wanted it badly.

Yahya smiled in a way that had you feeling not only his excitement but every bit of his love and joy. You said a silent prayer that you saw the day he was before you on bended knee.

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-Present Day-

“Can I count on you for this, Y/N?”

You looked across the conference table to Connor, the President of the firm. His green eyes inquisitively stared at you, waiting for you to reply. Glancing at the screen of your tablet once more, you skimmed the details that had been ironed out while you were halfheartedly listening.

“If not I can give it to Brian if you’re worried you can’t close. It should be an easy two-day thing,” Connor pressed further.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think you could close the litigation. It was where the litigation was taking place that had you paused. You hadn’t been back there in a long time—a really long time.

“Y/N?”

“Yes,” you blurted out, pressing ignore on the red flashing warning sign going off in your head. “I got this, Connor,” you finished giving him a reassuring smile.

“All right, that’s what I like to hear from my Senior Partner,” Connor chided with a wide smile on his face. “That’s why you get the biggest bucks.”

You leaned to your assistant and whispered instructions for her to get done before the close of business then listened to the remainder of the meeting. You didn’t process any of it though. Your head was in the past. A past you may very well have to face sooner than you’d ever planned to.

-Two Years Ago-

Yahya’s smile was so huge. You loved his smile. It was almost as bright as the twinkling tree lights that were all around you. He looked perfect among them in his three-piece suit. The excitement within you bubbled because though you hadn’t expected this tonight it wasn’t unwelcomed. You couldn’t stop yourself from bouncing.

“Excited?”

You clamped your hand over your mouth and nodded. Yahya smiled again then bounced with you for a few seconds before blowing out a rush of air.

“Wheew!”

“Nervous?”

“Damn right I am. Lord have mercy.”

“Aww. Babe, don’t you know my answer?” You softly grazed his jaw rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip.

Instead of answering, Yahya gazed into your eyes in a way you were familiar with. Whenever he did it, your belly always did flips, and you always felt so cherished.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied feeling tears prick your eyes.

Yahaya took another deep breath and dropped down to one knee while holding your hands as if he was afraid you’ll float away like an illusion. That was when those tears decided to make an appearance. You bit into your bottom lip hoping to keep it from trembling.

“Wow, Y/N. I’ve imagined this moment so many times over the last four and a half years. from the day I met you I knew you were special and from the first time we went out with your friends and you shut down ol’ dude who thought he was spittin’ game with your slick mouth I knew you were the woman I wanted to spend all my time with when we went to Skate Key and you showed off those tricky skate moves of yours to the best oldies playlist. I knew you were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with that night you came over to my place a two in the morning to take care of me and nurse me back to health without a shower, a meal, or any sleep. You have no idea how much that meant to me. You mean everything to me.”

You were full-on ugly crying while trying to keep it cute and you knew you weren’t cutting it. You kept your hands in his not caring about the possible snot that was dripping from your nose of the rivers running down your cheeks.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, talking with you, laughing with you, teasing you about how you don’t put turkey necks in your collard greens, laughing because I know you’re home by the sound of crunching ice from the hallway. I want to spend my life holding your hands as I am now, holding you every night as you fall asleep. I want you to be the mother of Yah Jr, and Yaya.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. The man was still stuck on these names for your future kids. Seeing how amazing this proposal was going you were thinking of completely giving in.

“You are the love of my life. You are my home. Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?”

That was your que, but no words came out. The rapid beating of your heart made everything seem as if it were going in slow motion. You were convinced he could hear it.

“Babygirl don’t leave me hangin’.”

You smiled. He was so adorable when he was nervous. The fact that he was nervous only melted your heart more. He really thought you would say anything but yes. Adorable fool, you thought before you crashed into his arms, taking him to the ground while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yes, yes, yes! Four and a half years of yes and yes for the rest of your life. Yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes! Of course!”

The elation on his face was like the eruption of a volcano, sudden and intense. Yahya wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as the two of you giggled together like complete idiots. You both got lost in your joy for a few minutes not caring that you rolled along the tar surface of the rooftop you were on.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Yahya began bringing you upright to straddle him. He then dug in his pocket and revealed a red leather ring box that he quickly opened to show the breathtaking diamond engagement ring.

“Say it again,” Yahya softly demanded.

You gripped his face with both your hands keeping his head there ensuring he was looking into your eyes.

“Yes. I will spend the rest of your life with you. Yes, I will marry you,” you answered.

A stray tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt you were making the right choice. Yahya slipped the rock on your finger and the two of you screamed out just before an intense make-out session began.

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-Present Day-

Your fingers twirled the six-carat diamond ring that you’d taken off of your finger a year ago. The etiquette was to return the ring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to part with it. It was a gorgeous ring, but the reason why was because of all that it meant. This one rose gold ring held four and a half years of love, trust, growth, pining, and devotion in it. It held hopes, dreams, plans, wishes, and desires. If you gave it back you felt it was like throwing it all away.

Without even realizing it a tear rolled down your cheek. Sniffling you quickly wiped it away then lifted the crystal tumbler on the table to your lips and finished its contents. The burn was welcomed because it distracted you from your thoughts and the pain that still lingered in your heart. Leaning back in the first-class seat you stared out the window and sighed.

“Get a grip, Y/N.”

Another tear rolled, completely ignoring your command. An exasperated sigh left you and you said a silent prayer to get through the next two days as you closed your eyes and listened to all the voices echoing in your head that said this was not going to be as cut and dry as Connor expected.

When you landed, you claimed your luggage then found your hired driver. As he drove you through town all memories came rushing back. New Orleans. Your old stomping grounds. The place where you were born, mostly raised, went to school, formed close friendships, and bonds, fell in love, got your heart broken, lost your virginity, and agreed to spend your life with the man of your dreams. Coincidentally it was also the place your future plans were set on fire. The place that held the most pain for you.

You passed a billboard that advertised the French Quarter and that was all it took for you to think back to the night you were proposed to on that rooftop in the middle of the quarter. Afterward, Yahya had somehow arranged for a mini-Mardi Gras parade to congratulate you and you walked around a few blocks of the quarter with the quartet following you while both of you wore tens of white beads. A sentimental smile quirked your lips upward. It was a good night.

Ten minutes later you passed a streetcar and thought back to your private ride on one that was also decked out in sparkling lights with cans tied to the back making a ruckus throughout the street. Everyone you passed cheered and shouted their congratulations and well wishes. The night held so much promise for a beautiful life. It was just not meant to be, no matter how badly you’d wanted it to be.

The sound of your phone ringing brought you out of your head. It was Steph’s name that showed.

“Hey, Steph.”

“Hey girl. Did you land?”

“Yep. I did and I’m—here,” you said on a sigh.

“You sound real happy and excited about that.”

The sarcasm in her voice was not missed. “Oh yeah, real excited.”

Steph sighed long and loud. “It’s just two days. In and out. Plus I doubt he’s there anyway. Last I heard from Tommi who heard it from Angela that he’s been busy and spending a lot of time in France and Italy. He got a huge fancy promotion and is the big dick over there.”

Your heart sped. You’d purposely avoided hearing any news about him the last two years because you didn’t think you were strong enough to hear it. This bit of news both proved and disproved it. you didn’t feel like you were falling apart, or that you couldn’t breathe, or that you wanted to run to find him. you were holding tough.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Steph muttered.

“It’s fine. Honestly, I’m fine. I don’t know why I avoided talking about him. I’m good,” you hammered.

“I know you’re good. Sometimes I worry you’re too good. You’ve been on go the last two years never stopping for a break or a sick day and you’ve pushed yourself way too much.”

“Well, that push got me to be senior partner. I now make boo koo money and that penthouse in the sky the Jeffersons sang about is mine,” you boasted.

You hadn’t worked like a zombie the last two years for the money, the position, the substantial bump in status, or the fancy penthouse with heated floors and walls. You’d worked like the undead to avoid thinking about your past, your decisions, and the man who still held a very huge chunk of your heart.

“Yeah cause that’s what keeps you warm at night,” Steph dryly said. It hit home.

“Maybe you could make time to see some of the old crew while you’re there. I’m sure they’d love to see you. it’s been years.”

“Nah, I’ll be busy. You had it right, in and out,” you reiterated.

You heard Steph’s annoyed sigh but ignored it focusing on the car rolling to a stop outside the hotel.

“We’re here ma’am.”

You nodded, gathered your things then stepped out of the car. When the driver rolled your luggage to you, you thanked him then turned to walk inside but instead, you bumped smack into someone.

“Damn, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all good. No harm done,” a deep voice responded.

Looking up, your heart stopped.

“Wait…Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath. You’d been recognized.

“Hi—Dante. Hi.”

“You remember my name. Wow. How are you?”

“Good. I’m really good.”

“How long has it been? Two years?”

He’d asked like he really didn’t know the answer. He knew. Fighting your eye roll you kept your plastered smile on.

“Just about.”

“Wow, you look good,” Dante chattered on.

“Thank you. So do you?”

“Wow, this is great. Are you here for the wedding?”

Confusion hit you and a shrug was your response.

“No, but I gotta go. I have a lot of work to do. It was nice seeing you, Dante.”

You hurried away and inside the hotel toward the front desk dodging bodies. It looked like a full house.

“Hi welcome to Omni Royal Orleans, where we strive for your happiness, satisfaction, and joy all in one. My name is Horatio, how can I help you?”

“Checking in please.”

“Okay, your name and ID please.”

You followed check-in procedures while looking at the décor of the lobby while finishing your talk with Steph. Your assistant really decided to splurge on the company dollar. The vibes the lobby was giving was southern charm and luxury all in one. After a few minutes, you had your room key card in hand while maneuvering to the elevator bank with your phone still to your ear.

“You have to send me pictures of the company dime room.”

“You know I will,” you said as you pressed the call button repeatedly. You were dying for a hot bath and a meal of what New Orleans did best. The beep on told you that you had another call coming in. When you glanced at the screen you sighed.

“Steph I’ll call you back.”

“Cool.”

Ending the call, you picked up the other. “Hello?

“Sister dearest. I hear you’re in NOLA.”

“Who told you that?”

“A little birdie.”

“Well, I hope that little birdie sits on a power post and gets fried to a crisp and turns into a gator dinner.”

“Wow, wow, wow, very violent.”

“You know me,” you said in a honeyed sing-song voice as you pressed the call button again, your annoyance raising another notch.

“Since you’re home and all, do you plan on seeing you know who?”

You rolled your eyes at Lindy’s question. She sure wasted no time.

It was then the elevator doors to the far right opened up and you rushed to claim it as yours. Judging your phone in the crook of your neck, your luggage in one hand and your carry-on latched on your arm you focused on hurrying onto the elevator. Once inside, you pressed your floor then replied to Lindy.

“No.”

“Just no? Why not? It’s two years overdue don’t you think?”

“Lindy I can’t. Like—it’s been so long—too long. So much has happened, we’re both different people. Who’s to say that what happened back then even matters now?”

“You wouldn’t know unless you talk.”

“He’s not even in town. I hear he’s some rich big dick boss in Europe. So seeing each other won’t happen.”

“I still think you should call. I can get his number for you?”

“No. What would I even say? What would be the point?”

“Y/N, come on it’ll come to you. Plus, you and I both know he was the one and any of us would be lucky to find our soulmate in this lifetime. You actually found yours,” Lindy counseled.

Your heart broke. “Soulmates.”

The word tasted bittersweet on your tongue, like pure dark chocolate. It was bittersweet.

“We were young, dumb, and horny. None of that makes for a soulmate,” you countered.

“Still trying to talk yourself out of it after two years? Doing that doesn’t make him not your soulmate. It just makes you scared to go after what you want and finally be selfish enough to take it and hold on to it.”

You closed your eyes. Lindy was dropping all the classic older sister nuggets of advice.

“He made his choice Lindy—and I wasn’t it.”

“He made his choice, you were it, but you made the other choice for him.”

You groaned. That was a piece of the past you tucked so deep you couldn’t dig it up. You only dared to on profusely drunken nights.

“I’m too sober to think about this Lindy.”

Silence stretched in the elevator and from behind you, you heard someone clear their throat. You paused as your panic rose and embarrassment began to creep in. How hadn’t you noticed you weren’t alone in the elevator when you got on? Your eyes finally registered the two numbers lit up on the dial, symbolizing two different floors.

“Oh no,” you whispered still afraid to turn around.

“Uh, hello! I’m talking to you!”

Her voice was loud, rude, and obnoxious. Your apologetic mood was quickly fading, spinning around you were ready to pop off at the mouth because rudeness wasn’t necessary. When you turned coming face to face with the woman your eyes barely registered her before they darted to the man beside her. Yahya.

Your heart stopped, and your legs turned to jelly. Staggering backward you collided with the wall of the elevator, but your legs still weren’t satisfied. Feeling yourself begin to slide down, you tried your best to prevent it. The man in the elevator lurched forward with his arms out as if he intended to catch you. However, it was not to be, the rude woman slapped his hands.

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

Her voice was nasally and piercing almost shrill and completely nerve grating. Yahya looked conflicted between listening to the woman and following through on what he’d planned to do. Pulling yourself together, you pulled yourself up keeping your back pressed to the wall.

“As I said. You shouldn’t be in here. This elevator is quarantined off for a reason. It’s not for others to use.”

“Vanessa,” Yahya snapped.

“What! She should have read the signs.”

Before anyone else spoke, you spoke up.

“I’m—I’m sorry. I uh—I didn’t mean to—I should have--.” You sighed, shook your head then continued. “Sorry.”

The elevator door opened, and you sprang out on wobbly legs not even caring what floor you were on. You were so shocked, mortified, and angry that you couldn’t think straight. Countless minutes passed with you learned on the nearest wall panting while your brain rehashed the only important fact of that encounter.

“That was Yah,” you breathlessly croaked out, the realization finally sinking in.

A burst of energy and strength rushed through you making you able to push off of the wall to spin to the closed elevator doors. Yahya was here, in NOLA, and in this hotel, you internally drilled. It had been so long since you’d seen him, so long since you’d been that close to him. as soon as that burst of energy came it went. You stumbled backward and grabbed the handle of your rolling luggage to steady yourself. This was not what you’d expected this weekend and you were completely unprepared.

Rather than getting back on an elevator, you took the stairs. Yeah, it was more of a struggle with your bags, but you’d choose this over another accidental meeting. You’d thought for years how you’d meet again after all this time. You’d thought if you wanted to or even should. Part of you wished it never happened but the other part actually looked for his face in a crowd all the time. You’d convinced yourself it was an unconscious thing.

By the time you made it to your suite, you were a wreck pretending you weren’t. You wished you could raid the minibar but you didn’t have the time. Your first sit down with your client was in less than an hour. Pushing everything else to the side you forced yourself to become the professional you’d strived so hard to become.

After a shower, new clothes, and fresh make up you gathered the needed file and walked out of your room with your head held high and back straight. As you waited for the elevator you scanned your emails and did some last-minute preparations for the meeting. It was a pretty straightforward arbitration meeting.

Party A served party B with divorce papers claiming irreconcilable differences not knowing that Party B had hired a fancy and expensive investigator who’d found evidence of infidelity that stretched to two mistresses and two separate households. All of which left party A wide open for not only retribution but the wrath of party B. That wrath manifested in party B seeking half of everything under the sun. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You represented party B, the wife matter of fact you only ever represented the wives and you were a savage beast when it came to it. In every case, you’d walked away with more than was being asked. You went after what the wives deserved. Maybe you did it as a way to avenge yourself after your breakup with Yahya.

The ride to the lobby was quick and when you stepped out the lobby was still bustling with guests and staff.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where conference room four is please?

The bellhop gave you instructions pointing out the route over heads and around bodies, assuring you that you couldn’t miss it. With more than enough time before the meeting, you weren’t worried about being late. A passing guest bumped into you sending you staggering sideways a little into a banner that was standing.

“I’m so sorry darlin’,” a man who looked like Colonel Sanders said in a deep southern drawl.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.”

He nodded then walked off. You took a breath and quickly glanced to your right at the banner there before continuing on your way. After a few steps, you froze. While the lobby was noisy with the sound of chattering, crying babies, and classical music from the sound system you didn’t hear any of it. All you heard was the pounding of your heart.

“What?”

You backtracked and came face to face with the banner again. Slowly you read the words then faster again and again.

“No.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“The wedding of Yahya Abdul Mateen II and Vanessa Crosby.”

Underneath the words was a couple’s picture of Yahya and the woman who was in the elevator with him.

“What—the—fuck?”

{To Be Continued}

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neoheros · 4 years

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fuckboy! bokuto headcanons

— find the fuckboy! masterlist here ♡

the day you and bokuto met was one of the most annoying days of your life

hands down, even the thought of reminiscing what that day put you through is enough to send chills down your spine

it was your first year in a new school and work had already been piled on you mercilessly

you had plans on going to a high quality university once you graduated so you figured you’d better start on extra curriculars as soon as possible

of course when you joined the school newspaper and student council you didn’t really expect to end up being that busy

you, on the verge of tears: hi are you taking in member applications because i’m short on one sports activity and i really don’t want that to be the reason why my favorite uni rejected me because i’ll be damned if volleyball ruins my life and—

bokuto, alarmed: please stop crying

he was the only silver lining that day that made it worth it to recall how hard your first year was

now you’re both graduating and close as ever that you’re actually kind of thankful that you went through all that just to meet him

he wasn’t exactly the most attentive boy in class but what he lacked in academics he made up for in sports

when you saw him play volleyball for the first time, you were flat out star struck at his skills and that’s when you understood why so many girls would go after him

he had a reputation in school and you were well aware of the fact that hanging around him meant that getting hated by his numerous dates and flings

you didn’t care though, you were there to graduate and get a fantastic gpa like everyone expected you to

you told bokuto all this the first time he tried to hit on you and at first he was confused to why you’d turn him down but then you offered him to be friends instead and he was more than ecstatic to accept

so now you’re in the running to graduate senior year in the honor roll and all your references have been backed up by solid hard work and proof that you’re sure if the uni doesn’t accept you then it’s going to be their fault and not yours

you: at this point i’m gonna be the most eligible college applicant there is

bokuto: but at the cost of blowing me over every time i ask to hang out 😔

you: personally i find those to be the highlight of our friendship

being best friends with bokuto is quite literally the meaning of getting the best of both worlds

he was there to redirect your focus when you were clearly too frantic to remember your goals but he was also the one to drag you out for a break or two when you’re too deep in your head

“i’m with someone right now but i had to ask— have you eaten yet?” he says into the phone, smiling shyly at his date who’s kind enough to let him take a minute to himself.

you snort, “i have this new technique where i get through my chapters and diet at the same time and it’s basically a win win situ—”

you hear him sigh and mumble an apology to the person he was with, shuffling over the phone as you try to tell him you were gonna be fine

bokuto: i’m on my way and just so you know, you owe me

you: bro this was from your own volition

he snaps you a photo of him in his car with a gloomy expression, but you’re quick to notice the mcdonald’s sign in the corner

you snap him back, “if ur getting me food, get me a mcflurry too ok <3”

to which he replies almost too quickly with a picture of himself giving you a thumbs up and the caption, “i know i’m not an idiot”

he takes care of you a lot and sometimes you find yourself guilty for putting that obligation on him but he never fails to reassure you that it felt nice to be committed to someone every now and then

you: you know that you’d actually be a good boyfriend if you stopped slutting around right

bokuto: you know that you’d actually be a good girlfriend if you stopped dating your books right

you, defeated: touché asshole

when it came to you, you just didn’t have time to worry about relationships and whatnot

you saw how your friends would get obsessed over them and completely derail their futures just to live in the ‘now’ of it all

you obviously called bullshit on that but could they blame you? you had high expectations for your life and you were sure as hell not gonna let some guy take you away from that

besides, you were best friends with the guy that made girls believe in love and break their hearts in one weekend, if the universe wanted you to have faith in dating then maybe they should’ve thought this one through

your phone dinged, ruining the silence you so enjoyed as bokuto peered over your shoulder to see what it was about

“hi ! i’m from your class and i’ve always found you so pretty, would you mind going ou—” he read aloud in a laugh and you delete the message before he could finish

bokuto: yknow one of these days you’re gonna get murdered by one of your admirers who just couldn’t let anyone else have you

you: and i will thank them for that 😌✨

“if you’re turning down all these men because you’re waiting for me to ask you out then all you have to do is say so.” he grins, and it gets wider when he sees you divert all your attention towards him.

you look at him dead in the eye, “no.”

his expression drops, pointing at his heart as he pouts, “that’s hurtful.”

you roll your eyes, telling him all about the plans that you would rather prioritize over falling in love, going on and on about how it would bring you nothing but setting you back and all that

he could only cross his arms as he listens to you ramble, amazed at how you’re saying so many things and all of them were just flat out wrong

it used to hurt him when you talked about swearing off love but the more he listened to it over the years the more amusing it got

he knew one day you’d end up finding someone to love the way he thinks he loves you and maybe it’d be him or maybe it’d be someone you just haven’t met yet

one day you’d realize how important it is to feel and give love to those who mean much to you

maybe you’d even notice the signs that he’s been trying to give you all these years

but in the mean time, you were his problem to deal with, and he didn’t mind taking all the words you said about hating love as long as he could spend every moment of it with you.

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hi ai! thank you sm for updating us with another amazing chapter 🤍

i can’t believe we started out asap with y/n’s health condition 🥲 idk how to tie these all together, but i just know there will be a connection between y/n inheriting her mother’s illness, her mother dying from it, the trauma from her mother passing away, and satoru inevitably finding out about this trauma. and i’m excited to see how this will change him, considering his own mother also “left” albeit not bc of death

i find it sooo funny how he expressed concern that the events in bora bora would cause a domino effect like sir? this domino effect already began on the very first day of your marriage lmao

“he would never in his life be like the twisted man who ruined his childhood and drove his wife away from his son” — read that again satoru. slowly. slooowly. i know we’re just at the very start of satoru’s redemption arc but i hope he catches up soon lol. the cognitive dissonance is too much

let’s talk abt sera! look, i’m sorry she had to be born into a family like that. but her self-pitying, self-destructive if-i-fall-i’m-taking-everyone-down-with-me attitude has got to go. i really think this will come to back to bite satoru in the ass later on in the story. she will do something reckless and he will have to take the blame for it. not necessarily a pregnancy. but i liken it a bit to sera being a hostage taker and satoru urging everyone else to run away while he holds her down, potentially risking his life and maybe even dying with her. something like that. the ship they’re steering is abt to sink and considering the part he had to play in its sailing, it’s only proper he also partakes in its fall; he will be forced to accept the repercussions. i’m also on the fence abt the pregnancy. i don’t know if she’s gonna end up pregnant, or maybe she will pretend to be pregnant. after all, we saw her imagining her pregnancy in front of the mirror. that could be a hint as to where things are headed. one other thing i like abt this chapter is how we see just how dismissive she is towards satoru’s emotions and past history. many times in the story she refers to him as “different,” “unappealing,” and “not being himself,” wc is a stark contrast to how y/n accepts satoru for both his good and bad sides. sera has this idea of who satoru “should be,” and now that he’s not looking like that anymore, she’s beginning to show her true colours. and when sera told him to “move on” ?????? BITCH 🔪🔪🔪 the audacity “there were more problems to face in life” she’s really acting her problems are the only valid problems in existence. who’s being an attention seeker now huh??

toji! i love how his presence in the story immediately calms both y/n and us readers lmfaooo. i know they’re not meant to end up together romantically, but i love how their friendship is so calming, for y/n especially. and when he called her mrs zenin?? BYE my brain short-circuited. literally just being around him will improve her health, no joke. also! i’m so excited to see the zenin kids 👀 lowkey hoping satoru sees them all together, happy like a family 🥴 this reminds me of one of the songs in the playlist but i couldn’t remember the title nor the lyrics ahajsjsk. another thing, i love how you portray the zenins in sn as a happy family, even if in canon they’re anything but 😩 tho since we have asshole satoru, wc is a contrast to canon satoru, i’m not complaining!

one last detail i loved: how satoru didn’t even bother wearing a necktie when we all know y/n is the one who ties it for him in the morning. it’s always the little things 😩

part nine really greeted u all with a hospital scene hhhhh but most ppl called it anyway. yn has been showing signs of a heart condition since the earlier chapters. and omg ur rant abt sera ahah mood

the zen’ins in sn are sooo ooc but like toji did say in part 5 that they do have problems within the family, tho that has more to do w their elders than the kiddos. aside from the company and the pressure of being an heir, there’s not much drama w the zen’ins. maybe that’s why naoya is always up in somebody’s business 💀 he knows everything

the necktie ahahah yea he just goes to the mirror and forgot how to do a tie properly bc he’s so used to yn doing it neatly for him. he misses her the most in the mornings when she was gone <//3

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #tw.illness #tw.death

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more thoughts on jj really not liking to take responsibility for things & spencer and his mom please! i love ur rants

alkshdfjkjsfd anon ur gonna get me in so much trouble

putting this all under a readmore bc it got… a lot longer than i expected

honestly i think it has a lot to do with how she grew up. we do get to meet her mom a couple times and see their very tense relationship. so a lot of this is me just basing her home life on the very few interactions we get.

her family didn't talk about things. they didn't talk about mental health, they didn't talk about her sister's suicide, they didn't really talk much about anything. and i think that in itself is pushing aside responsibility. wrapping up any potential conversation with a quick "oh well she was troubled i guess" and moving on without ever addressing how they could've helped. they still feel guilty obviously, but i dont think they really let that show in front of jj, or even each other. because talking about things and being vulnerable is a sign of weakness. and this is where i think a lot of jj's flaws stem from.

i dont think she likes her mom. i dont think she respects her mom. but i still think there's a lot of unintentional similarities, like not wanting to talk about complicated situations with your child. like not wanting to openly take the blame for something. whats that one end quote at the end of an episode? “children dont always listen to their parents but they never fail to imitate them”? obviously that isn’t applicable to everyone, but it certainly lines up with jj and her family, which is why i think she’s so flippant about throwing that sentiment around casually in front of people who’ve been abused by fathers/father figures

i think thats where it starts. but we see it come up in a few places: in that episode we were talking about where reid’s talking about how much she hurt him and she says it must be because he couldn’t read their microexpressions to know they were lying; in ‘the forever people’ when she doesn’t want to address her trauma at all without snapping at reid for trying to bring it up; in ‘the itch’ when she was pissy that the girl wasn’t thankful that she forced her to self harm; when she finds out she’s pregnant for the first time and just doesn’t want to talk about it—w hotch or anyone. there are more examples that aren’t as significant, but she doesn’t like addressing problems or failures at all.

and she recognizes it. in ‘in heat’ when she admits to running away from responsibility. in ‘revelations’ when she wants derek to be mad at her for her, not wanting to feel that guilt herself, but knowing she deserves it so seeks it out from someone else. in ‘the forever people’ when she can’t even apologize or thank reid directly but still gives him that look of understanding. to an extent she realizes that this is a flaw she has, even if she doesn’t really get any better at it.

i just think verbalizing guilt is difficult for her. she’s been brought up with this idea that talking about things like that is shameful. and she never quite manages to break away from that. she projects that into other areas too, like how she views hotch as this emotionless, unyielding wall of stone, even when that’s not who he is. she respects him, she sees how he stays strong in front of others, and she doesn’t let herself see the parts of him that she would consider weak. which is why she tries so hard to be as detached and unfeeling as she imagines him, even when he’s looking her in the eye and telling her it’s okay to lose it once and a while. because the way she grew up? it wasn’t.

as for reid?

i don’t think reid has ever had the healthiest perspective on his mother’s mental health. he’s always viewed her schizophrenia as something he could fix, something he should try to undo so she can return to “normal”. which is problematic first of all akjsdhgl but whatever. in his case tho i think its just… childish? its naive to think you can “fix” someone, and part of growing up is accepting and appreciating life for what it is. and reid never got there. even in the early seasons when he’s around 25 he still wishes that he could “cure her schizophrenia”

this kind of fades over time just because we don’t see it brought up again, but when his mother is diagnosed with dementia its the same shit all over again. that mindset never went away. instead of focusing his time and energy on enjoying the time he has left with her (what literally everyone is telling him to do) he flies her all over the country to put her in facilities with experimental medication/therapy. now im sure reid did his proper research or whatever and made sure it was safe and all that. but it isn’t what diana wanted.

just annoyed in general ab the whole reid-prison arc thing lmao like that was Not Done Well At All. but especially bc they tried to make him this poor uwu baby about the whole thing and how tragic it is that this innocent angel is trapped with all these meanies >:( but honestly?? reid fucking had it coming kasjhdla. talk about a fucking wake up call. this is what you get for not just accepting the situation and making the best of it—now you cant see your mom at all.

AND HE STILL DOESNT LEARN i think thats whats the worst part of this whole thing. he still wants his mom to go through more studies and medications and whatever else to try to change her. and she doesn’t want it! and gets mad at him for continuing to push her to go through all that! this is one of the last seasons and the most important lesson for reid to learn still hasn’t sunk in yet. and im sorry but thats just really fucking childish of him.

#asks #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #endgame spoilers #like... at least with jj its interesting and makes for a good character flaw #but for reid its just annoying #anyway #long story short:#people with mommy issues are fucking insane

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You know after reading and reading and reading peoples theories and the meta from before the spn finale aired and the meta writers reactions to the finale I think I have a theory of my own. We don't have any answers tho, so this is pure speculation. If you wanna add something to support or discredit any of this that's cool but there's too many things floating around. Know I dont have proof for this conclusion at all. A lot of what I say is just guesses based on previous facts.

This all came together in my head when I realized how much this finale REEKS of the original producers and who the show was originally for. It REEKS of Robert Singer. Like if the execs started saying they didn't want it, Robert Singer was the one pushing that the story was about the brothers. That kinda thing.

Then, I was thinking of the problems in this episode and it struck me these are all of Supernatural biggest issues and to be honest all of it feels completely deliberate.

Take the sexism for example, Supernatural in it's later seasons largely out grew this, we have Jody, Rowena, Donna, Charlie, Mary, Claire (and even a wayward sisters pilot with MORE women/girls) all making regular appearances. They're mainly good characters and mostly aren't there to hurt our boys. Rowena, of course, is the one outlier being very about herself but it's clear she still cares for them, I mean its part of her development. But they're all real, with character flaws just like everyone else. (And we have Death too and she was POC 😭 THANK GOD)

Now look at the earlier half of Spn, we have Ellen and Jo, who's appearances were far in between. There's Bela in season 3, recurring for quite a bit (5 eps), but she is a character that is only there for herself, definitely not found family (unlike Ellen & Jo), and she's got more episodes in season 3 than Ellen and Jo in season 2 who aren't seen again til season 5. The "fans" send in hate mail after hate mail to try to get these characters off, and eventually they are. Then there's Ruby who's character stayed for a whole two seasons and was a largely recurring character. Why does she get to say so long? She's a plot device. She's supposed to be there to betray Sam. She has to stay (plus Jared obviously likes her). But she's not just a character the writers like writing about. Same with Lilith. Obviously not as recurring but still a plot device. Did they get hate mail tho? You can bet on it. Why? because tHeY'rE gOnNa PuSh ThE bOyS (Dean and Sam) aPaRt ThE sHoW iS aBoUt ThE bOyS oNlY. Without even thinking about the hate mail, just notice how large the difference is from how women are seen in the earlier seasons to the later seasons. Misha got tons of hate mail too for being a character that could split up the boys (probably only being allowed to say because he a man, thanks sexist producers and execs).

Only after Castiel was killed off and then Castiel fans successfully (thank you guys) got him back on the show did the hate mail largely simmer, which means female character's were allowed to stay! Which has lead us to a show with a good amount of female characters. But can you imagine having to kill characters off time and time again because people keep complaining that the show is "only about the boys." Fun times really.

So now we get to this final and we see sexism. But it wasn't just the plain old regular sexism you find in the earlier days of spn. Because now, there ARE women to talk about, talk to. But this episode was DESOLATE women wise, unless they were used for plot (which is also sexist!). Small scenes, they're barely there. Women gets her tongue cut out. Random women from s1 gets killed. Sam doesn't SPEAK of Eileen. Nothing. No mention of any female characters from the boys mouths unless they were from/in this episode itself. That's WIERD. I know we've all said it. But that goes beyond forgetting about characters. I mean its SAM'S GIRLFRIEND for Christ's sake. There is NO REASON they couldn't have said Eileen's name. Notice how Sam's wife is just... faceless. This is literally an age old sexist trope. Like... one of the things about bringing Mary back to life for s12+ is that it takes this trope... of basically a generic mother, and gives her life and feelings, whether you like them or not, they're real feelings. They said Mary isn't just a mom she's a person. Mary's existence in the later half of spn is to fix this kind of female tropes that fall upon her character, to not let these her stay a 2 dimensional character. They said we should know she's more than just the mom who tried to save her kid. Do that is the exact opposite of Sam getting a nameless, faceless wife. The sexism of the old spn wasn't just brought back, it was completely amplified. It wasn't just accidental or some exec "fixing" the story it was DELIBRATE. Whoever wrote that, didn't do ALL OF THAT by accident. Because an exec or a producer who doesn't see the flaws in old supernatural isn't going to write it that deliberately.

Let's bring it back to s10 when Charlie was killed (singer was mainly to blame). Dead in the bathtub, age old classic of burying ur gays. If you were here you know people never let Supernatural live that down. THEY KNOW what bury ur gays means. Hell, Robbie Thompson left because of Charlie's death and you think the writers don't know what it means? I mean both Bobo Berens (especially) and Steve Yockey's careers are centered around LGBT+ storytelling and you think they don't know? They know. They know.

And Dean wasn't just apart of the bury your gays trope, it is so far BEYOND that. Dean being killed on a rusty nail/screw, the tongues ripped out, things that seemed to be meant for other people. Jensen's acting in the last two episodes was giving us "DEAN RECIPROCATES" but no one ever actually saying it. I think it's clear that Dean was killed for being Bi. They didn't address it for a reason, they just silenced him. His narrative was supposed to be about letting him be HIM for the first time, to say what his feelings are instead of having them miscommunicated, and instead of doing that, they just silenced him. And the more we look at this scene the more horrific it gets. The more it's a complete slap in the face and it's supposed to be. Some guy who knows nothing about the LGBT can't write a scene this horrific.

Some guy who knows nothing about Dean couldn't write a scene that deconstructs all of Dean's character development and gives Dean his worst nightmare. I MEAN DEAN WANTED TO LIVE HIS LIFE! THEY DIDNT HIDE THAT JOB APPLICATION (or whatever job related thing that was) IN THERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES THEY WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST SITUATION. Dean isn't Barney from HIMYM. If you watched HIMYM then you'll know Barney went from being a stereotypical ladies man and treating women terribly to being in love with a women and treating her right and working hard for it. The last episode of HIMYM (why its so bad) Barney's character development is thrown out and he's back to being a stereotypical ladies man. You don't need to know Barney's character very much to do that.

To kill Dean during a hunt his father never finished, to not have anyone at his funeral, to have Dean die young like his life didn't matter. Those are Dean's worst fears and you'd only truly know that if you watched the gin episode in s3, where they are basically laid out for you. You HAVE to know Dean's character to tear him apart like this.

This episode took all the core elements of the show and did a complete 180° the name of the episode itself is "Carry on" and Dean and Sam very much did not carry on. Sam grieving his entire life so that he good get to heaven and see Dean again. Dean being ready to live his life, despite the enormous pitfalls and learning to love himself only to be killed. "Family don't end with blood." Um.... it did in that episode either literally with Dean's death or you know BECAUSE NONE OF THEIR FOUND FAMILY WAS THERE. Not Jack, Not Cas, Not Eileen, Not Donna, Not Charlie, Not Jody, Not Claire... on and on we go. No one was there, nobody was even mentioned. Dean's funeral, no one even called that we know of. It was just Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean. And Bobby. Don't forget Bobby. But yeah Sam and Dean.

That's what the show is about right, the brothers.

Except it's not anymore. It hasn't been for years.

Cas not being there was deafening but it brought us to a major point. Becky. Becky's telling us about the terrible ending.

And many of us are wondering why would they literally tell us this is the worst ending and then... make it the ending.

Now before we move on, it very apparent many of you think Dabb doesn't ship Deancas. And Dabb doesn't care about the characters.

Say what you will about any plot holes in his writing, the point he is VERY GOOD at writing the characters, and giving us good ones.

Why do we know Dabb ships Deancas? (ill say when its cowrote, other wise its not) cowrote ep 8.02 - purgatory "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" "Cas, Buddy, I need you." "I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you." 8.08 Hunteri Heroici - Cas helps them hunt! 😊❤ Dean & Cas have a serious convo about why Cas doesn't want to see/go to heaven. 8.22 Dean's mad at Cas. Sam's explanation of why Dean should be easy on Cas: "It's Cas." Dean then points out how he'd knife anybody else if they did what Cas did. 9.10 - Cas comforts Dean when Dean can't take seeing Sam (Gadreel) being tortured anymore. Also tons of Cas. 9.20 (bloodlines) - Canonical couple parallel "I was there, where were you" 9.22 The angels make Cas choose between them and killing Dean and he "gave up an entire army for one guy" 10.09 Claire's reintroduction. Cas heavy ep. DeanCas date. 10.22 THE PRISONER - u know the ep where Dean beats the shit out of Cas but loves him enough to not kill him.

We COULD keep going but I think I've made my point. If Robert Singer is the guy that is like "the show is about Sam and Dean only" Andrew Dabb is the DeanCas shipper. And you could even say a Cas stan.

Notice! How in s13 for SEVEN episodes we have a story that revolves around Dean's grief about losing Cas. Notice! How often the stories in all these seasons have a focus on their relationship. THAT is Andrew Dabb. If it weren't for him doing that, we wouldn't be able to easily say after Dean's lack of a response to Cas' confession, that Dean reciprocates.

To me, when I was (binge) watching s12 for the first time, I thought damn this is really got a lot of DeanCas. So I went to look at who was in charge, who was writing. I saw Andrew Dabb, associated him with Deancas episodes, saw all the new writers, Bobo, and then I saw that Yockey is known for same sex stories and it clicked. Dabb assembled a team to give us Destiel. THAT WAS IN SEASON 12!!!!!!!!

The amount of people saying he's homophobic flabbergast me. Open your eyes! That isn't what's going on.

Imagine making a show and trying to right all the wrongs of Supernatural. Imagine trying to write the greatest love story ever told and you have the entire season planned out for it to end off beautifully, it may possibly be your greatest achievement when it's done and then boom. someone comes in and tells you you aren't allowed to make Dean bi or make destiel endgame, after he was most probably already given the go ahead.

Sure. You could imply he's bi or into cas still in a way. Still make nice-ish ending. just give everyone what the kinda want.

Or you could scrap the last season, nothing close to a canonical bisexual Dean Winchester or Deancas endgame in site. People can be done with it be happy with the show, continue to live their lives in ignorance as to how close they were to Canon destiel.

OR you can lead everyone to the very closest you can get them to what you were aiming for and then show everyone the ugly truth and reality. Light it all on fire. Burn the show to the ground in your wake. Try your darnedest to making these people's (the people saying no) pockets suffer. Show us, the audience, what happened. Show us what this show really is.

I've seen people talk about the ending being changed during covid but I dont think that happened. I think what happened was Dabb already had this season planned out before it even started. Obviously the details were wobbly but it was all lead up to this ending. Destiel endgame, Canon Bisexual Dean, whatever it was. They were ready to write the greatest love story ever told and then someone shut it down.

Imagine the pain that must have caused them to be told no when they already said yes. They must have been so excited to give this to us.

I think someone (some producers) told him what this show is "really" about. The brothers. Can you imagine, after being told no, some kinda bullshit like this is said to you: "Why aren't you bringing it back to the brothers, Andrew? that's what the shows about. What with all this homosexual stuff, you know the audience won't like that. Not really." Imagine the original producers pushing this kind of view on you. "You know when we started it was Sam and Dean. It should end with Sam and Dean." That kinda sounds like someone huh? huh.

So why give us a nice acceptable finale, when you can take every problem Supernatural's had either up front or behind the scenes and create a finale so incredibly bad that people don't want to watch it anymore.

Someone made a good point about how Sam was originally supposed to be the main focus (this isn't to put any hate on Sam or Jared). Dean and Sam are the main characters but Sam was supposed to be the focus and for Dean to have become the focus, must have annoyed the producers because... well here we are. They wouldn't listen to Jensen. The producers liked this ending. Jensen's opinion didn't matter to them.

In some ways, if this is really what happened, it can be seen as childish from Dabb. To hurt all of us like that. Yes, he's hurting the producers, the execs, the cw. But to hurt us? Yeah it stings.

But in other ways, if this is really what happened, this is Dabb showing us the muck and gunk under the shiny surface. The hate for Misha. The hidden hate for Jensen. The underlying sexism. The underlying homophobia. The people REALLY in charge don't care about us, they just want our money. He needed to open our eyes and free us, at least free the people that he was writing for. The people he sees that care about this show.

This is the ending the powers that be wanted and its a big fuck you for a reason. I dont think this is Dabb spitting in our faces for loving this show, I think this is him trying to get revenge for us.

But from here, you can see it how u want it. If this is really what happened, I'm not in charge of your emotions, if you wanna be mad be mad if you wanna be grateful be grateful. And you don't have to believe me either I said this is speculation.

Also, as for all of the rumors like there being shots to the confession scene that we didn't see, which Jensen himself implied, I think that might have been a last ditch effort to canonized DeanCas but obviously it was cut. Like the name change was pretty clear. As for Misha possibly having shot some stuff for 20 I dont know what to tell you. If it's true I dont know where the blame would lie.

I do think however, that if all this was the case, the writers were prepared to become villians here. I mean they told us the writers were villians with Chuck right? So. Who knows what went down so they could give us such a vile ending. It could've been the producers or the writers, who truly knows. I do think tho that people we "trust" did some pretty shitty things to push the narrative in certain directions so now one would see this as the actual ending that was coming.

So again do with my SPECULATION what you will. This was in no way meant to put Dabb on a pedestal or anything. Just meant to give a bit of perspective.

(Also Jensen didn't unfollow Dabb recently he was already unfollowed for years)

#15x20 wank #spn finale wank #spn finale meta #15x20 meta #Andrew Dabb #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #misha collins #jensen ackles #long post #sorry im on mobile #this is the longest post i have ever writen

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heeberry · 3 years

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She’s Not With You

(Loona) Ha Sooyoung x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: hey! i luv ur blog<3 could you please do yves x reader where she gets super jealous/possessive bc reader has been spending more time w lip?

A laugh suddenly escaped your lips, your eyes closed as you couldn’t control yourself at the very moment. Jungeun soon cracked a laugh with you, clapping her hands when the video the two of you watched together had ended.

You leaned onto her, wiping the tears from your eyes when you calmed down and spoke, “we should watch another one” making Jungeun quickly nod, jumping to the next video.

It was currently Saturday in the afternoon, you had visited Loona’s dorm like you always did since you were a well known visitor. As soon as Jungeun opened the door for you, you couldn’t help but to jump into her arms, engulfing her into a big hug after not seeing her for days. She had been busy with a packed schedule, so when today was her day off you were quick to see her.

Of course you were there for your girlfriend, Sooyoung. But you couldn’t find said girl anywhere. Before sitting with Jungeun you greeted everyone as you looked corner after corner and seeing no sign of your girlfriend, you took this as a assumption that she probably had to be called in for schedule, forgetting to text you about it.

Sending her a quick message, you jumped onto the couch with Jungeun, which led you to this very moment.

Jungeun suddenly laughed out loud, making you look at her with a smile that was about to burst into pure laughter with her. You didn’t how you ended up here, going into a deep hole of videos that were reccomanded for you on youtube. Being too engrossed with what you were watching, you hadn’t noticed someone step into the dorm with a frown.

It was none other than Ha Sooyoung. Coming back from a hectic schedule all she wanted was to rest with you, leaning by your side and falling asleep. Though, when she opened the door with the spare keys she had she frowned at the first thing she saw.

You leaned onto Jungeun, the two of you breaking into laugher every second like you’ve inhaled some laughing gas. Sooyoung couldn’t help but to feel her heart drop, her body filled with different emotions that she couldn’t describe. She knew that the two of you had a close bond, never bothered whenever you spent time with her. You are your own person, so why would she stop you from being with your friends?

It got to a point where Sooyoung felt a burn in her heart. Everytime you came over you immediately went to Jungeuns side, making her slowly turn jealous. The way you hung out with her made Sooyoung think that you’ve developed some sort of a crush on your best friend. Thoughts soon spinned in her head, making a frustrated sigh leave her lips before walking toward the two of you.

Sensing a presence next to you, you smiled “Sooyoung!” You happily cheered, engulfing her into a hug. Jungeun greeted the girl causally but her eyes were glued to the screen.

You pulled away after not feeling her arms wrap around you. “Are you okay?” You whispered, making Sooyoung only scoff in response. Raising an eyebrow at her actions you turned back to the screen, thinking about what had happened to your girlfriend. Maybe she had a hard day? You thought.

Jungeun soon wrapped her arm around you, trying to maintain her laughes as she squeezed you everytime she was about to. You didn’t mind, knowing how much the two of you had your stomach twist whenever you chuckled too much for your own liking.

As much as you didn’t mind there was someone who definitely did. Sooyoung was surprised, she was only right next to you how come you acted like she wasn’t? And the fact that you accepted Jungeun’s affection, leaning onto her slowly made her frustrated once again.

It hurt her more than it frustrated her. That’s why she didn’t talk as her body already seemed to do it for her. Sooyoung unwrapped Jungeun’s arm around you with force, making her turn with confusion. You slowly got off of her, concern written on your face. Sooyoung looked at you while also giving Jungeun the side eye.

Jungeun soon sighed at the older, knowing what was coming next, she quickly got up and left. Plus she didn’t wanna get involved with whatever argument that’s about surface but she knew her name was gonna get thrown in there anyway. Mind as well not witness the moment, she thought.

“Do you like her or something?” Sooyoung asked with a harsh tone, making you widen your eyes.

Never have you seen your girlfriend this mad over something, it almost looked like smoke was coming out of her ears. Surely it made you scared, freezing up at her question because of the harsh tone she said it by.

Instead of talking you shook your head in response, of course in denial. “Then how come you never hang out with me anymore y/n?” Sooyoung frowned, “I don’t mind that you spend time with lip but you’ve been doing it too much that you barely noticed your own girlfriend, who may I add, LIVES in this dorm too”

“You aren’t with her, your with me. But it doesn’t seem like it when the two of you cling onto each other like a newly married couple!”

Speechless, oh how your lips were sealed like glue. She was right and you didn’t notice until now. How oblivious could I be? You thought, now realizing how much time you’ve spent with Jungeun.

You spent so much time with your best friend that you felt like you neglected your girlfriend for the past few days.

You watched as Sooyoung rambled on and on, fustrated but you heard the sense of hurt in her voice. It made you frown, stopping her rambling by giving her nothing but a hug.

It wasn’t the best thing to do, since she was angry with you. But it sure did do something.

Inhaling her scent made you feel less overwhelmed by the words she kept hitting you with. Sooyoung shut her mouth when she suddenly felt warmth engulf her, immediately wrapped her arms around you.

It was silent, the sound of the two of you breathing was the only thing you heard. You saw her members peak their head out the door, hearing the commotion go as quiet as a library.

Jungeun mouthed if the two of you made up, making you slightly shake your head, you had to make it up to her.

You felt hot tears stain your sweater, making you let go of her in a instant. “Sooyoung” you whispered, “Listen I’m sorry”

Wiping the tears away from her cheek with your hands you gave her a warm smile. “I didn’t mean to hang out with lippie more, I thought you were always busy whenever I came over. Seeing how focused you were whenever you were using your phone and such, I thought you’d want some space since you had lots of schedules”

“I hadn’t realized you felt this way, and I’m sorry. I don’t like Jungeun at all by the way, I’m sorry it came out that way” you lowly mumbled, but it was audible for the girl to hear.

You grabbed her hand and led her to her room, where the two of you easily fell on the bed. Her arms wrapped around you, stained tears on her cheek and the imaginary smoke that came out her ears disappearing into thin air.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier either.” She deeply sighed, “it’s just, I miss being able to hang with you and seeing you and Jungeun-”

You shushed her by placing a finger on her lips, shaking your head. “It’s all in the past, I’m with you now and always will be”

Sooyoung smiled at you, your heart just about to jump out your chest. She giggled at the light tint of blush that covered your cheeks, pulling you closer to kiss you.

You were glad, resolving the problem quickly and being able to calm her down. You didn’t blame her, realizing your actions and putting yourself into her shoes. Of course you’d feel neglected if Sooyoung hung out with her best friend more than you.

The two of you pulled away moments later, you rested your head on her chest. “I love you” you suddenly said, “I love you so much.”

“And I’ll never make you feel like your being neglected again, never ever again”

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Surprisingly, i really love your oc (Eliza Dimitrescu) Senior! Ahem- okay so, my question is could you do a headcanon for the dimitrescu daughters (including Eliza) reacting to their youngest sibling (the reader) die because of various ways such as illness or being killed and others?

I really want to see the bond of caring for their youngest sibling- and this idea has been stucked in my mind for a while, and That's why I drew Eliza's Death and Daniela visited her grave because she still cares about her little sister even though Eliza is already gone-

Oh i almost forgot, it's okay. It's not a canon. Maybe not yet- (hehe)

welp- thank you for ur time! remember, ur junior is always here to help and support u >:3

-Snowwy

Broken Truth: Anything for a friend, Snowwy. Now, let the words weave together!!

Warning - Very Dark, Involving Death [PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

- Bela Dimitrescu (Unaware) -

Bela was the Eldest of the Dimitrescu Daughters.

She was the most responsible one.

The one who was aware of anything going on with her sisters.

But in this case, she wasn't and it caused the House of Dimitrescu the loss of something precious - something that would not be returned.

And Bela was to blame.

She stood before the grand fireplace and looked upon the golden urn that sat upon the top of it.

Upon the surface of the glass was a golden plaque with the words: [Y/N] Dimitrescu - Gone But Never Forgotten.

Bela could feel the tears building up.

Her youngest sister was gone...and it was all her fault.

The 2 of them were in the library - Alcina had to attend a lord meeting, while Cassandra, Dani, and Eliza were in the village for some manner of business.

Leaving Bela with the youngest of the Dimitrescu Spawn - a little toddler named [Y/N].

She was young - small. Only 5 years old but could still get into trouble just like her sisters could.

She was mortal - too young for the Cadou Parasite; Mother Miranda wouldn't give it to her until she was at least 15 to make sure she would live through it.

Bela wanted to read something and gave the child a book to read, sitting her in a chair beside her with the stack of baby books with bright and colorful pictures, along with a doll that Eliza had made for the infant.

Bela sat in the chair next to her and the two of them began reading their books.

Hours had passed and it was silent - just as it would be if Bela was alone in the library and it was that silence that made her slip into her own little bubble.

That bubble made it impossible for her to noticed the child got out of her chair and began to walk around.

That bubble stopped Bela from looking up from her book to see her youngest sister climbing on a very unstable bookshelf.

But that bubble popped...when the bookshelf came crashing down...right on top of the girl's tiny book.

Bela's eyes widened as she threw her book away and ran over to the down bookshelf and pushed it off her sister but she could tell by the look on her face...

She was too late.

The toddler's neck was snapped clean half and the light in her eyes was fading fast.

Bela gathered the girl in her arms and tried to hold her head to make her breathe easier but it was no use - no air was coming from her lips...and her heart began to slow its pace...until it stopped completely.

She screamed.

The door burst open.

And the entire family came in.

Alcina shoved her eldest away and held her baby in her arms but seeing as there was no longer a heartbeat, she knew her baby was gone.

The mother cried out in agony as the daughters looked at their eldest sister and asked...

"What have you do?"

She couldn't give an answer.

There was a small service.

The Lords and Mother Miranda attended.

The body was burned and the ashes were placed in the urn and secured above the fireplace.

No one said a word to Bela who just stood there...with her little sister's doll clenched to her chest.

Never again did she enter the library.

Never again did she read a book.

Forever would remain aware - for the sake of her other sisters.

And in honor of the one she lost.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu (Reckless) -

Her mother always told her that she needed to make sure she closed the door to the cellar when she comes and goes from her experiments.

She always thought her mother was overreacting.

But it wasn't until she lost something precious.

Cassandra was bored and wanted to have some fun with the creatures in the cellar.

She took her key and went down there but she didn't notice that she didn't lock the door from the other side to keep anything from getting out.

She had her fun and played with her toys until she was bored again and went up the stairs to return to the castle, only noticing that the door was open and bloody footprints were leading out of the cellar.

Her eyes widened and her blood froze.

One of them got out...

Loud screaming made her jump in her robes - something was wrong! Someone was hurt!

She ran out of the room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it behind her before she followed the bloody footprints.

She began noticing that the footprints were more apart - showing that the creature was running.

No - it was hunting.

But what would it be able to hunt? Everyone in Castle Dimitrescu could take care of themselves.

Except...

Oh no...

Mother Miranda, no...

[Y/N]...

She ran after the footprints and rounded the corner when she saw something familiar on the ground - a bright yellow stuffed bunny.

Not just any bunny - that was [Y/N]'s Bunny, she's had it since she was a baby and she never left that bunny anywhere.

As she got closer - she noticed that the bunny wasn't so yellow anymore.

It was stained.

Stained red.

And the red stained recked of iron.

Blood

And it was still fresh.

Cassandra picked up the bunny and followed the bloodstains down the hall until she came to an open room - crying from the inside.

that was her mother crying.

She entered the room...and her heart sank...

In the room were her mother and sisters - her mother on her knees with her back as she held something in her arms.

On side of the room laid the missing creature that escaped from the basement - dead with his throat sliced open - and its mouth...fresh blood was dripping from its open jaws

Bela noticed Cassandra standing there with the bunny in her hand...and she marched over to her middle sister with fury in her eyes.

"What have you done?" Bela hissed.

"W...What?" Cassandra stuttered but that just made Bela even madder.

'"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!"

SMACK!

Cassandra's face hit the ground as her elder sister struck her - she opened her eyes and in her mother's lap...

She could see a small lifeless arm...dangling...

Her worse fears...were confirmed.

Her recklessness...killed her little sister.

- Daniela Dimitrescu (Accident) -

Dani loved danger.

It made her feel like more of a badass and she loved the feeling.

But it made her mother and her sisters uneasy and they constantly warned Dani that she if wasn't careful - there was gonna be an accident.

She didn't believe them.

She didn't listen.

But now...

She wished she did.

Daniela was in the weapons room - testing out a new bow that her Uncle gave her.

She was always told to lock the door to the room to make sure no one came in and was caught in her crosshairs.

But that day, she didn't lock the door - too excited to try her new weapon.

She gathered her arrows in their quiver and began firing them at random targets.

She loved the feeling of the bow in her hand.

She loved the sound of the arrows hitting the hearts of their targets.

She was so entrenched with the feeling that she didn't hear the door open.

When she turned to face the target at her 6, she saw a figure but it was covered in shadows - a new target.

She pointed the arrow at the shadows and released the arrow...

It went soaring...

And hit the heart of the shadow...

And the shadow...screamed in pain.

The rush began fading as the confusion rose and when everything began clear - she was horrified at what she saw.

The arrow did hit it target - the heart.

The heart of her youngest sister.

The girl was groaning in pain as the blood began leaking from the wound.

The girl opened her mouth to speak but it came short.

Dani threw the bow to the ground and rushed to her sister's side - gathering the girl in her arms, careful to miss the arrow in her chest and run out of the room to reach the doctor.

Her mother and sisters stood with her outside the doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to tell them she was able to save her sister.

"What were you thing?!" Eliza screamed at her, "Firing an arrow at an infant?!"

"It...It was an accident. I didn't hear her come in the room." Dani said.

"This is why you were told to lock your door! To make sure nothing like this would happen!" Bela screamed with tears in her eyes.

The doctor came out with her head down and Alcina asked the question.

"How is she?"

The doctor shook her head and said...

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those were the words that shattered the Dimitrescu Family and all the time, all Dani could think was...

'It was an accident.'

- Eliza Dimitrescu (Killed) -

The day she became the youngest sister was the day that destroyed both her mind and her heart.

It was a normal day - she and her youngest sister was going shopping in the village for a new winter coat for her little one.

Everything was fine until they ran into her.

Eliza's Birth Mother.

She hissed at her.

Demanding money.

"I'm your mother, you have to do what I say!" Was her reason

But Eliza was a Dimitrescu and she owed her nothing and warned her never to approach her again.

But she didn't listen - it must have been a mental problem or maybe she was drunk...but that would cost them both deeply.

The stray woman lunged forward and grabbed the little girl by her wrist, yanking her away from Eliza and pulled her into her body before taking a few steps back.

Eliza was ready to tear out her throat but she saw the woman pull out a blade and hold it to the young girl's throat, making her shiver.

She told her she would give her money, she'd do whatever she asked but begged her to let the child go.

She was 5.

She was innocent.

She had nothing to do with this.

But the woman didn't see it that way...

She wanted to hurt Eliza for not doing what she said.

She wanted Eliza to hurt as much as she did when she lost her husband.

And most importantly...

She wanted to hurt Alcina Dimitrescu for saving Eliza and giving her a perfect life.

And she would do that.

She had to do that.

And she did...

By slicing the throat of the little girl.

Eliza screamed out as the blade went across her little sister's throat and her noble blood stained the ground and snow.

Eliza lunged with her claws and fangs out.

Tearing into the body of tainted flesh like a vengeful tigress.

Once she was done - she crawled over to the little girl's body and roared like a mournful dragon, causing her mother and sisters to come out.

No one blamed Eliza for not being able to save her.

No one thought it was her fault.

Eliza blamed herself.

Every time she went to the grave, she would tell her little sister's soul this...

"If I had killed her time the same day I killed her husband...you would still be with me."

[End]

Broken Truth: Thoughts, Snowwy? @snowflakestree

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