#intro end of the world extended

[feminemmeline]

Probably has been said before, but I really like how she ends with "would you be the one on mine (mind)" and then starts the extended verse with "please pay me no mind"

It's growth and self-reflection while also fitting into the lyrics seamlessly

[metaphoricalcolours]

just listened to the brighter days ahead tracks... can't believe i finally get to use this meme .

[tarottingboi]

I broke your heart because you broke mine

[stella-xp]

how can i tell if i'm in the right relationship? aren't you s'posed to know that shit? feel it in your bones and own that shit? i don't know then i had this interaction i've been thinkin' bout for like five weeks wonder if he's thinkin' bout it too and smiling wonder if he knows that that's been what's inspiring me wonder if he's judging me like i am right now

i don't care i'd rather tell the truth than make it worse for you

if the sun refused to shine, baby, would i still be your lover? would you want me there if the moon went dark tonight? and if it all ended tomorrow, would i be the one on your mind? and if it all ended tomorrow, would you be the one on mine?

please, pay me no mind while i jump into your skin and change your eyes so you see things through mine can't you sense me? i've been right here all this time

would you still be here pretending you still like me? pretending you don't regret not thinking before asking now you're long gone in cali and me, i'm still unpacking why i even allowed you on the flight

i broke your heart because you broke mine so me, i am the bad guy 'cause i'd already grieved you and you started to realize i do need ya, i did i wish i could un-need ya, so i did

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!!! ariana.

[dissociativewriter]

Heyyyy about the event (congratulations, you deserve it!!!).I would love one with Caleb and intro (end of the world) (extended) by ariana grande (i think it fits them very well), it being non mc reader (they have met since they are children) I would love if it was veryyyy angst, please and thanks:)

hiii anon! thank you <3 i hope you like how this turned out! not sure if its angsty enough but i tried :)

wc: 752

cw: angst, grief, regret, not a happy ending; not proofread

“Hey, pip-squeak!” Caleb’s voice rang through your shared apartment, loud and cheery. You glanced over, watching him closely. His smile was bright as his voice, the widest it’s been in weeks. The Farspace Fleet was hovering over him, you knew, so you were glad he was finally able to relax.

But why couldn’t it be with you?

He sat sprawled on the couch, cradling his phone like a high school girl with a crush.

Or at least, a boy with a crush on a girl since before high school.

You’d grown up together. You, her, Caleb, and Zayne. Sometimes it felt like each other was all you had.

You knew it then, you figured. The way Caleb looked at her. It would never be the way he looked at you.

So, why couldn’t you stop your own feelings?

You grieved when he died. Of course, she got more comfort than you did. They were practically attached at the hip, so she was the priority at his funeral.

So, you grieved in silence.

Then he was back.

Different, but back.

You heard from her how different he was, heard how they could never be the same.

When you finally saw him again, it was like those feelings had never left.

You accepted everything, took care of him, loved him.

And now he was your boyfriend.

Technically.

Though from an outsider’s perspective, you’d think it was she that was dating him.

But no, she had Zayne, so Caleb had to settle for the second best thing: Being her best friend.

And you, of course.

You wondered, if she and Zayne ever split up, ever went through some kind of separation, how fast would it take Caleb to discard you?

For him to stop pretending.

You watched his bright smile, something ugly pooling in your stomach.

What would it take for him to care about you that way?

“I don’t mean to interfere,” Zayne had told you once. “But it’s clear that he’s not treating you the way he should.” You hadn’t said anything then, only looked away from the doctor. He’d long since been able to read you, understanding that you knew what you couldn’t accept. He sighed. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you deserve better. Why waste your time with someone who doesn’t care for you above all else?”

You dropped your head into your hands. You knew what you had to do. It was due to happen for sometime.

You couldn’t grieve in silence forever.

You waited until he finished his phone call with her, grin still plastered on his face. It disappeared, though, when you moved to sit next to him.

Of course it did.

You felt your stomach sink. How had you lasted this long, living like this?

“Caleb, I think we should break up.”

Something passed through his eyes. You hoped it was regret, but the Colonel was getting even better at hiding his emotions.

He agreed. Maybe he thought this would be his chance. He could split her and Zayne up forcefully, now that you weren’t in the way.

You packed your things quickly, leaving to stay with a friend. You left that same week.

Caleb was left with a nearly empty apartment. How had he never realized how much of his life was yours? The things that made him know he was home, they were all yours.

The apartment was too quiet without you.

Caleb didn’t know what to do. The Farspace Fleet was constantly pressuring him, and now there was no one there to relieve it. His plan to finally win over her had failed.

Of course it did.

He knew he had faults, and it seemed the doctor had none. The picture of perfection, Caleb thought sourly. If he didn’t hate Zayne before, he certainly did now. He’d taken everything that was dear to Caleb.

Why hadn’t he done something when he first overheard that conversation between you and Zayne?

Why wasn’t that his wake-up call?

Why did he have to take you for granted?

He texted you, called you, bombarded you with desperate attempts. You ignored all of them, until one night you finally got fed up.

Why couldn’t he let you live and heal in peace? You texted him back a single message;

I’ve already grieved you, Caleb. Now, it’s your turn.

You should have realized you needed me sooner.

The words blurred through Caleb’s watery eyes.

Oh, he realized, this wasn’t Zayne’s fault.

It was his own.

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[hcneymooners]

✸ TO REBUILD [HER] IS TO WELCOME WOUNDS I STARVED IN [MY] YOUNG TISSUES SO THAT I COULD SUSTAIN. (x)

⤷ POST-COLLAPSE!AU. SPECIAL OPS!PAIGE BUECKERS X DOCTOR!AZZI FUDD.

𝐀: i'm not a survivalist.

𝐏: i'll stay if you do.

✸ after the collapse, nothing ends clean. it just quiets. borders dissolve, factions rise. sky still blue, maybe bluer. grass still grows between the bones of gas stations and malls. some people are hoarding what's left. some are killing for it. others, like azzi—a doctor turned primary commune medic with a quiet grief and a tenderized memory—are barely managing but seem primed to survive anyway.

it's been months now, months of living alone in a sun-drenched a-frame designed by an ex-architect from louisiana who fled north when the floods came. months in this house, with its columns and southern-style symmetry and a porch that wraps like arms around the house. alone, which she wasn't before.

she tends: to fevers, to bullet wounds, to fear, to the garden. everything she owns smells like spiced soil and antiseptic. she hasn’t had a real conversation in months.

then paige shows up, tall and sun-touched, with dirt on her jaw and her rifle across her back. leather boots dusty, cross necklace glinting, no family left to speak of. she was special ops, once. now, she scouts. she doesn’t say much. wouldn't be the worst roommate. so, azzi extends shelter, and paige accepts.

they share meals. paige shoots the animals azzi promises to use all of. they grow what they can. azzi thought she knew every plant, but it turns out love is the world's most invasive species. it tears you down. it connects you.

a heart and war drum. they can sound the same.

paige taught her that. CH. I.

CH. II.

CH. III.

CH. IV.

© hcneymooners.

note: do i still need to finish the popstar au? yes. but the state of the world has me in a constant state of stress, so i've decided to write it out. this is for the girls who wished more fics would be posted on ao3. i might eventually cross-post on tumblr as well, but i miss my roots. the first chapter will be posted this weekend if all goes as planned, at the max by monday. i will update this post with the link and link it in my intro post.

tagging some mutuals: @loeysoi @lupinqs @azzibuckets @souplored @luvergirl-535 @sierrale8ne (ty for inspiring this, ily) @cherryswisherz @marieeeluvsyou

see you soon. x

[prodkwh]

WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE ᯓ★

where in ── you completely remove him from your memory after a bad breakup.

⤷ pairing :: boyfriend-turned-ex!felix x f!reader

⤷ trope / genre :: lovers to exes... some fluff, but mostly angst oops

⤷ content warnings :: lots of emotional distress, brief mentions of food / beverages (matcha latte, cake, froyo), small mentions of medical procedures, crying & a mini breakdown, mentions of therapy, strained romantic relationship

⤷ word count :: 4.2k words

⤷ playlist :: intro (end of the world) - extended, warm, Hampstead, we can't be friends (wait for your love), i wish i hated you & twilight zone (all by ariana grande!)

⤷ note :: first actual post how we doin ....... hope yall enjoy <3

Three things you saw: a counter, the woman behind the counter and a painting of the solar system hung on the wall. 

Three things you heard: the woman behind the counter making an appointment with someone on the other line of her call, the muffled weeping of the elderly lady sitting opposite you and the sound of your own breath.

Three things you felt: anxiety, sadness, numbness and more anxiety. Wait, that’s not three.

It was a grounding technique you’d learnt during therapy to keep yourself calm and sane while facing something that made you nervous. By now, it had already been 5 months since you started going to therapy. This also meant that it had already been 5 months since your breakup with Lee Felix. 

Five months after you broke up with the person you once called your first love, you’d arranged a very expensive procedure to completely remove him from your memory. A procedure that your therapist was heavily against – “Why erase him from your memory when you can just come to terms with everything that happened?” – but you knew it was for the best. After all, it would be easier for things to go back to how they were before you met him. 

Wouldn’t it? 

“Y/n L/n?” The woman behind the counter called, getting up and walking over to you after seeing your raised hand. 

“Please fill in this consent form before you go in to get your procedure done.” She handed you a clipboard with the consent form and a pen. You took it and skimmed over the printed text until your eyes landed on the last line. 

‘For this procedure, I officially give Sunshine Inc. the full consent to entirely remove this person from my memory.’ 

Below that line were two check boxes, marked with ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. The pen you held hovered over the one marked with ‘No’. You were hesitating. 

This one procedure meant that all your memories of Lee Felix, good and bad, would be gone. 

You ticked the check box marked with ‘Yes’ and signed the form. Then, you picked up the big box of things that reminded you of him and walked into the operating room. No hesitation. 

This was it. Lee Felix would be gone from your memory in approximately 3 hours.

Three things you saw: your box of things, Dr Bang – the one who would be doing the erasing in your brain – and his assistant Dr Myoui. 

“So, Miss Y/n? We’ll be removing Mr Lee Felix from your memory for today’s procedure, are you ready? Mentally? Physically?” Dr Bang asked. You gave him a small nod, then started to space out while he listed the rough sequence of how the procedure would go. 

“... No after-effects or brain damage apart from the procedure itself. We’ll be using the items you’ve brought today to get a rough gauge of the role Mr Lee has played in your memory, then erasing him from it based on the mapping we’ve done. You’ll be good to go afterwards, okay?” Dr Bang continued while connecting you to the heart monitor. You gave him another small nod. 

He places a dome-shaped apparatus over your head. 

Three things you heard: the sound of your own breath, your heartbeat (faintly) and the slight whirring of the appliance over your head. 

“Dr Myoui will now be showing you different items from your box, okay? All you have to do is react to them. No words needed, just react to them silently. All good?” You gave Dr Bang another small nod. 

The first item Dr Myoui showed you was a teddy bear. You smiled.

Your first date with Felix happened 3 years ago, at the arcade near the froyo store where you worked. 

“You think claw machines are, like, legit?” You’d asked while munching on cotton candy. 

“You think they aren’t? The prizes they give you aren’t figments of your imagination, you know. They’re real.” Felix said, chuckling while taking a bite from your stick of cotton candy. 

“That’s not what I meant, idiot. It’s always so hard to catch a prize from a claw machine. My dad always said they were some sort of scam; you put in money and hope to win a prize, but most of the time you get nothing.” You retorted, side-eyeing the claw machine. 

“Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s completely unattainable, dumbass. Look, I’ll show you.” He walked over to the claw machine. “You got any 20-cent coins?” 

“If you win nothing after 3 tries, you owe me dinner.” You drop one in his palm.

“You’re on, gremlin.” 

The first two tries were disastrous. He was close to owing you dinner. 

“Trust me, I can come back from this. Third time’s the charm, remember?” He said, inserting another coin into the machine while furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. 

“Yeah, say that again when you’re the one buying me dinner.” 

Famous last words. The teddy bear descended from the claw’s grip into the collection funnel. 

He looked at you with a mischievous grin. “I guess you owe me dinner now.” You groan. 

He bent down to take the teddy bear out, then held it out to you. “Yours. Dinner’s on me too.” 

You smile, blushing slightly. Taking the teddy bear, you tiptoe to hug him. “Thank you, Lix,” you say before planting a small kiss on his cheek. He pulls away and ruffles your hair, his grin widening. 

“Anything for you, gremlin.”

“Okay… Positive reactions indicate positive memories associated with the respective items. Thank you for reacting well, Miss Y/n. Everything alright so far? Show me a thumbs-up if yes.” Dr Bang asked, looking away from the monitor on the table to face you. 

You show him a thumbs-up while flashing him a slight smile. 

“Good, thank you. Dr Myoui, please show her the next item.” 

The next item Dr Myoui shows you is a crocheted snow duck. You smile again, but this one doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

6 months into your relationship, you and Felix had your first real argument. 

It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal; it was just one of those days when nothing was going your way. You overslept, missed your bus, was late to work and got yelled at by a customer. One of those days when the smallest thing irritated you, and all you wanted to do was go back home and rot. 

The moment you stepped foot into your shared apartment with him, it hit you. 

Your original schedule for today wasn’t packed, so you thought you’d come home early in the evening and bake brownies with Felix since the both of you had been craving it recently. What you forgot to tell him was that one of your coworkers called in sick at the last minute so you had to cover for her shift, which caused you to come home 4 hours after you promised you would. 

“You’re home late,” he said, standing up from where he was sitting on the couch to greet you. 

“You started without me.” You bitterly shot back when you caught sight of the 2 batches of brownies sitting on the counter. 

“What was I supposed to do then? You said you’d be home at 5 and it’s already 9.” He protested, eyes narrowing as his tone became sharper. 

“I didn’t have a day off today like you did, Felix. Work dragged on late, okay?” You sighed, taking off your shoes and hanging your cardigan on a rack near the door. 

“You could’ve told me. I was looking forward to spending time with you.” 

You turn to look at him and instantly feel a small sense of guilt wash over you. His expression was unreadable, but you could tell from his gaze that he was hurt. Upset. It seemed like all you did these days only made the people around you upset. 

You clicked your tongue. “I don’t want to fight.”

“Me neither.” He stated, voice flat before moving to wipe non-existent dust off a spot on the counter. “Just tell me beforehand next time, if there even will be one.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snap. 

“Nothing, forget it. I’m going to bed.” He stormed off while brushing his hair back, something he always did when he was stressed or frustrated – a habit he’d picked up from you. 

You stare after him and roll your eyes, any ounce of guilt you’d felt immediately vanishing after hearing his words. You open one of the boxes on the counter and steal a brownie. They were good, but they didn’t taste the same. 

Felix wasn’t there to enjoy them with you, and you weren’t there to make them with him. 

A few days later, Felix had visited you at work, a cup of matcha latte in one hand and the crocheted snow duck in the other. He couldn’t stand the silent treatment you both gave each other, apologised for saying words he didn’t mean and said he followed a YouTube tutorial to crochet the snow duck as a peace offering because the first snow came while you were simmering on opposite sides of the bed. 

You couldn’t stand being mad at him for long, so you forgave him. Relatively speaking, things went back to normal after that. 

For weeks after the argument, the both of you could tell that your relationship dynamic had shifted. Your movements around him became more calculated, and he grew more analytical of what he said when you were near. 

Yet, none of you had said anything about it. The shift kept building, but ignoring it helped until you couldn’t ignore it anymore and neither could he. 

The first crack in the glass was a brownie baking date that you’d flaked on without meaning to.

“Not so much of a good reaction this time… Bittersweet memories then,” Dr Bang let out a loud exhale. “Everything good, Miss Y/n?” 

You nod. 

“Awesome. Dr Myoui, next item, please.” 

A polaroid. Dr Myoui shows you a polaroid. Your smile falters.

Your birthday was 5 months ago, the day before your relationship with Felix ended. 3 weeks prior, you and him had argued again. 

This was the worst argument you’ve had since the brownie incident, and the longest you’d gone giving him the cold shoulder. 

When you first got to know him, you didn’t think you could handle not talking to him for 3 weeks. 

Now, you weren’t sure if this silence was temporary anymore. For God’s sake, you didn’t even remember what the argument was about. The only thing you knew was that all of your emotions and all of his had been festering for a very, very long time. 

The final crack in the glass. 

The night before your birthday, you’d gotten home late after covering another one of your coworkers’ shifts. You were fully prepared to sleep with your back facing Felix again, but he had been awake and his gaze was now on you as if he’d been inwardly manifesting your presence for the past few hours. 

“I texted you this time. Told you 2 hours ago that I’d be back late,” you snicker, but your words were void of any humour. 

So were his. “Funny. We need to talk, Y/n.” 

“Didn’t think we needed to talk about anything, but sure. Go ahead.” You gesture for him to start saying his piece, and he looks at you like you’d just grown another nose. 

“Seriously? You think there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this relationship?” He asks incredulously, and you scoff while removing your makeup. He brushes his hair back again, clearly annoyed. 

“Whatever, I just think that this isn’t working anymore.” 

You turn away from the mirror to look at him. To really look at him. 

It weighs down on you that he’s right. You’d stopped telling him things immediately after they happened, and he no longer reached out or looked at you like you were his entire world. 

Maybe you weren’t anymore. 

“I’m sorry for everything, Lix… For – for being a bitch, and for every single moment I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care as much as you did,” you say hesitantly after a few moments. You weren’t reluctant to apologise; you just didn’t know how to phrase it, or whether an apology would fix everything that’d gone wrong until now. 

He lets out a breath he probably had no clue he was holding. 

“You remember that voice message you sent me 2 months into our relationship, when you’d gotten your valedictorian award at graduation?” He asked, his voice starting to shake. You nod – there was no way in hell you would forget that. 

The feeling of him being the first person to share every emotion with you. 

“I remember how proud I was of you, and how sorry I felt about missing the whole thing because I was overseas. When your sister sent me that video of you walking up to the stage and receiving the award, I was so happy I actually burst into tears. Seungmin looked at me like I was crazy.” You let out a small chuckle, moving to sit on the bed and lean your head against his shoulder. 

“I don’t want to forget that. I don’t want to forget how happy you made me; how much I loved you, but… I feel like we’ve let this thing snowball for so long that it made me forget.” 

You pull back to see his eyes brimming with unshed tears, and immediately move to wipe them away before they fell. Even now, you still couldn’t bear to see him cry. 

“I’m sorry, sunshine… I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you preserve those feelings, I’m sorry for letting this bother us for so long; I’m probably apologising too much right now for it to sound sincere, but I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” You utter, wrapping your arms around him tightly like you never wanted to remove yourself from his embrace. 

The both of you stayed like that for a long time, just crying until you were too tired to continue. 

After a while, you broke the silence between you. “Do you think we can try again, Lix?” 

He hesitated. You take his silence as a no. 

“Is this it? For us; is this it, Felix?” You look up at him, desperate for him to say something. 

“I think so… I don’t know if we can try again, Y/n. I’m sorry.” You almost crumble at his words, but you stop yourself. You didn’t think you deserved the right to feel sad when you had allowed the inevitable to finally happen. 

“Celebrate my birthday with me tomorrow? One last time, then I’ll be out of your life for good.” 

He nods, a sad smile on his face.

The next day, you sit on the counter and watch while Felix lights the candles on your birthday cake. 

“You’re a year older now, grandma.” He says fondly, hopping onto the counter before holding the cake out to you. “Happy birthday.” 

You playfully roll your eyes before closing them, clasping your palms together to make a wish. 

I hope that Lee Felix finds happiness in someone who will treat him right – better than I ever did – and that we will get our own happy ending in another life.  

You open your eyes and blow the candles out. 

He beckons for you to hold the cake for a while, reaching for his polaroid camera to snap a picture of you and the cake. “What’d you wish for?” 

You looked at him like you used to, before all the arguments happened and the dynamics shifted. It was as if everything had rewinded itself to when your relationship first began. Your grin widens. 

Click. 

“World peace,” you shrug. 

From the furthest corner of your mind, you could hear Dr Bang saying, “That’s pretty much it for the mapping. I think we can proceed with the erasing now.” You ignore it, willing your mind to focus on submerging yourself in the last few memories you had of Felix before you no longer could. 

The polaroid is left on the counter to develop. You smear icing on his face. He smears icing on yours. You fall asleep in each other’s arms on the couch, but he’s gone when you wake up. 

It’s weird, because you didn’t feel like anything was missing when you woke up. It was as if he was never a part of your life. 

Your memory of Lee Felix was getting erased.

Your eyes fly open. The heart monitor was beeping like crazy. Dr Bang and Dr Myoui rush to stabilize your condition, but all you could think of was Felix. 

The world looked blurry. You were crying. 

“Miss Y/n? Can you hear me?” Dr Bang frantically asks, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

You grip the pendant hanging from your neck; a matching half-heart you’d gotten with Felix at the fair 2 years ago, the one thing you forgot to put with all the other items in the box. 

“I… I know I – I wanted to get my memory erased… I know I had to gather everything that reminded me of him for this to work, but… Can’t I just keep this one? Please? Dr Myoui, Dr Bang… Just let me keep this one. Change the way I got it in my memory; I don’t care. Just let me keep it.” You let out in between sobs and sharp breaths. 

“Noted. I’ll change it for you, Miss Y/n. I’ll change it, okay?” Dr Bang rushed over to the monitor, typing furiously on the keyboard while Dr Myoui tried to anchor you back to reality. 

Three things you saw: Dr Myoui’s concerned gaze, Dr Bang at the monitor and your trembling hand gripping the necklace without a single intent to let it go. 

“You’ll remember it as something else, Miss Y/n. Stay with me, okay? Breathe – in, out… in, out…” Dr Myoui held onto your free hand in consolation until you calmed down, your features relaxing.

You could’ve sworn the necklace you were wearing was given to you by another person. 

It definitely wasn’t given to you by your best friend Ryujin; it had to be someone else who gave it to you. The only problem was that you’d forgotten who. 

Maybe you were thinking too much. Maybe it was really just Ryujin who gave you the necklace. 

One thing was for sure: your memory of Lee Felix was now completely erased.

You’d woken up 30 minutes later with both Dr Bang and Dr Myoui telling you that the procedure was a success. 

You’d shaken Dr Bang’s hand and hugged Dr Myoui, thanking them for their hard work. 

Once you’d exited the room, Dr Myoui closed the mini door to the incinerator and ignited the flames for your box of items to burn. 

The only recollection you had of the procedure was that you did it to get over someone who used to be in your life. You couldn’t remember who, but you silently wished them well.

A year after you’d gotten the procedure, you and Felix crossed paths again. 

Some things stayed the same: you still worked at the froyo store, still wore your matching necklace with “Ryujin”, still loved baking brownies even though a part of you always felt missing whenever you taste-tested them. 

Yet, things were different. Felix was now in a far better headspace than he was a year ago, but you still occupied a portion of his mind. The ‘what-if’s that could’ve taken place if you’d tried again plagued him, but the procedure erased him from your memory so intensely that even the sound of his name was now foreign to your heart. It was as if he’d never stopped being just a stranger to you. 

When Felix stepped foot into the froyo store for the first time in ages, his heart stuttered after seeing you. He still thought you were beautiful; he always did, but you also looked… Lighter, as if you no longer had the burdensome weight of him to carry. 

You were sitting at one of the tables near the window after your shift, a cup of vanilla froyo in your hands while you read a book. He always used to joke that your go-to froyo order was far too boring for someone who worked at a froyo store, but that was something you didn’t remember anymore. 

Just then, his breath hitched. 

Your necklace. You were still wearing it, and so was he. 

His body moved before his mind could, approaching your table without a second thought. His inner conscience screamed at him to stop, to turn away, to follow Dr Bang’s instructions and not do anything that could trigger a lapse in the procedure, but he didn’t. 

He almost ditched his entire plan and bolted out the door when you looked up at him, your eyes now carrying only a hint of curiosity. No more trace of the love that used to be his. 

“Can I help you?” You asked politely, your tone slightly distant. 

“No, um, would you mind if I sat here? All the other seats are taken,” he said, immediately wishing he never opened his mouth when you looked around to see every other seat unoccupied. 

You chuckled. “Nah, of course I don’t mind. Do you need me to help you order anything?”

“It’s okay,” he managed to get out, almost choking on his own words. “What are you reading?” 

“Oh, this? It’s ‘Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982’ by Cho Namjoo. My favourite book.” You said, slightly sheepish. Everyone always told you people would never guess that a feminist book was your favourite based on first impressions, assuming you’d rather read other books with fluffier plots. 

Then again, Felix wasn’t just anyone. He knew your favourite book by heart. He knew your favourite everything, even after a year. 

That familiar ache in his chest surfaced again, Dr Bang’s instructions replaying in his head. “She’s gotten the procedure. She’s not going to remember you anymore, so just… Don’t do anything that could reawaken that destroyed part of her memory. Let her move on, she’s hurt enough; it was obvious from how the procedure went.” 

He ignored it and stayed put, because he knew he would rather have multiple first-meetings with you than never get to see you again. Even if the first option eats him alive more than the second one does. 

He nods, holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Felix.” 

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Felix,” you grin while shaking his hand, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to refrain himself from telling you that you’ve not just met, but also loved each other before. 

“Nice necklace. I’ve got a similar one.” He comments before showing you the pendant on his. The matching half-heart, though he knew that part of your memory had already been erased. 

“Wait, that’s a crazy coincidence!” You laugh. “Mine’s a matching one with my best friend, yours?” 

“I’m… matching with my younger sister, yeah.” He says with a smile that he doesn’t mean. 

“Cool.” 

The both of you remain in silence for a while after that, the atmosphere between you bordering between comfortable and awkward before a notification sounds from your phone. 

He catches a small glimpse of your lockscreen before you pick your phone up to check it, and a sinking feeling dawns over him when he sees an unfamiliar man’s picture there. 

“Who’s that on your lockscreen?” He asks before he could stop the words from tumbling out, and wishes for the ground to swallow him whole when you look at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“Pretty personal for a first meeting, don’t you think?” You squint your eyes, your suspicious facade breaking as you cackle while he stutters his way through an answer. 

“I’m kidding, that’s just my boyfriend. He comes here almost everyday, but he’s on an overseas exchange trip right now.” You clarify. 

Boyfriend. This time, Felix wishes for the ground to really swallow him whole. 

It’s not like it was unexpected for you to move on, but a selfish part of him had still hoped that maybe you were waiting to meet and fall in love with him again. 

“Cool.” He mentally slaps himself for giving such an awkward answer. 

You walk out of the froyo store a few minutes later, saying you had somewhere to be and telling him that you’d love to see him again. He returns the smile and wave you gave him as you left, before plopping his head down on the table once you were out of sight. 

Maybe he was being stupid, but he didn’t want to move on from you yet. He still wanted to cling onto the memory of you for a while longer, before it no longer hurt to remember the things you forgot. 

Even after everything that happened, he still loved you with every fiber of his being. 

He didn’t need you to remember, and he most definitely did not need you to love him again after seeing how much happier you looked after moving on. 

The only thing he knew was that if forgetting everything was what you needed to feel okay again, he would cherish all the memories you’ve shared for the both of you. Always, without a doubt.

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[petersasteria]

intro (end of the world) [extended] - Choi Seunghyun/T.O.P

Pairing: Seunghyun x fem!Reader

Summary: your relationship is crumbling.

"can't you sense me? i've been right here all this time. would you still be here pretending you still like me, pretending you don't regret not thinking before asking?"

You didn't know when it started, but you knew that something shifted in your marriage. Both of you were famous celebrities and you knew it would be a lot to handle, but you always thought your love for each other would rise above it all.

After three years of marriage, now you weren't sure. Seunghyun wasn't acting like a husband anymore. He'd just treat you like a roommate. He'd rarely come home because he's sleeping over at one of the guys' place or he'd sleep at the studio. It extremely hurt your feelings.

He used to come with you when you're on tour, but as you start preparing for your upcoming tour, he'd brush you off. You wanted to have a sit down talk with him, but both of you became extremely busy.

Then one day, he shocked you.

"Hey, I'm coming with you on tour." He said casually after ignoring you for weeks. He grabbed a snack from the pantry and looked at you, waiting for your response.

Being weak in the knees for this man, you simply smiled and nodded. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

You didn't understand why he was being that way, but at least he wanted to come with you. Your friends keep telling you to leave him. Even the guys tell you to leave him if you're not happy anymore.

"Just leave if you're not happy anymore. It'll hurt you even more if you stay too long." Daesung said.

"Yeah, and maybe your love story was only meant to be for four years. One year as a couple and three years as husband and wife." Jiyong added.

"Or maybe, it really wasn't meant to be in the first place." Youngbae said. "And you know what? That's okay. It's part of life. Maybe you were meant for someone else."

"Or maybe you and Seunghyun weren't supposed to get married yet. Maybe you were supposed to meet later in life and get married then." Daesung nudged you, not wanting to be negative.

"You're only 29, Y/N. It's okay to take your time." Jiyong reassured as he gave you a tight hug.

They were probably right.

When your tour kicked off, you were too busy to notice Seunghyun. After all, all your fans were hyping you up, your team was all over you, and you were busy doing photo shoots for magazines in every country you're in. Despite all that, you needed him.

You needed him to calm you down when things got overwhelming. You needed him to hold you when you cried yourself to sleep. You needed him to tell you that you did great despite being tired. You just needed him; you needed your husband.

Instead, he stayed in your dressing room while you performed. On your days off, he'd always go out on his own. He's calculated, though. He'd always be on time to greet you once your performance has ended and he'd always go to places where he wouldn't easily be recognized every time he's on his own.

When you landed in London, you were extremely excited. Majority of your fans were from London. You planned to stay there for a week just to relax with Seunghyun after the concert, but he had other plans.

"I'm going to Cali." He said as both of you ate breakfast in your shared hotel room.

"What?" You asked, eyes wide in shock.

He looked at you and nodded as he poured more syrup on his pancake. "London's not for me. I liked it in Cali. It was hot and we were only there for a few hours. I want to explore it more." Seunghyun said.

It seemed valid, but little did you know, he wanted to go there for a completely different reason

You stared at him and nodded, "Alright. I'll bring you to the airport."

Upon arriving at the airport, you held back your tears. Seunghyun had a spring on his step, like he was excited to finally be separated from you. You gave him a tight hug and said, "Please call me when you land."

Surprisingly, he hugged back and nodded. "I'll call you." He kissed the top of your head and you said, "I love you, Seunghyun."

He froze for a moment and smiled, "You too."

Just like that, he left. You were back at the hotel, crying to yourself as you unpacked your things. "It wasn't supposed to go this way..." You thought to yourself.

Two days later, you found out that he was moving on from your marriage. You were blindsided. You had to find out from the guys because he called them saying he met someone he liked... and it wasn't you. That shattered you entirely.

During your concert, you had to act like everything was okay. You didn't want anyone to know about your business, anyway. You were grieving while everyone wanted more from you and you were just tired. You were extremely tired.

When you came back to Korea, you had already became unofficially separated for almost a year. Your shared home was cold and it felt empty even though all of your things were still in there. Tired of feeling this way, you decided it was time to move out and get a divorce. You refused to be sad over a man who didn't love you anymore.

You left your ring on the table with a note and moved out. When you did, you started dating again. You also sent him divorce papers a week after you moved out. There was no point in staying married to him, anyway.

Seunghyun went home to an empty house. He saw the ring, your note, and the divorce papers in the mail. He had been travelling around while being busy at work to even pay attention to you. He honestly didn't know what was happening to your marriage until he received a text from you saying that you'll be sending him something in the mail.

He frowned at the sight and decided to call you. You picked up after a few rings.

"Hello?" You answered.

"What's all this drama?" Seunghyun asked. "What's all this bullshit, Y/N? Let's talk this out."

"What's there to talk about? You don't love me anymore." You stated. "If I didn't realize it before, I know now. It's crystal clear to me, Seunghyun."

"You're being crazy again, Y/N." He rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch and leaned back, clutching his phone to his ear.

You nodded your head, even though he couldn't see you. "You didn't want to be with me anymore and it was so obvious, even your band mates saw it. I'm just- I'm tired of missing you when you're with me because even if we're right next to each other, it feels like you're miles and miles away. I tried, I really did, but my heart can only take so much."

"So, are you saying it's my fault?" He scoffed.

"I'm not saying it is." You said calmly. "I just want you to see it from my point of view. If tomorrow never comes, would I still be your wife?"

"I mean, yeah. We're married." He shrugged off.

"Let me rephrase that. If the world ended tomorrow and we're far apart, would I be on your mind? Would you still think of me?" You asked, tears brimming your eyes. "Would I be the first person you'd think of? If tomorrow's your last day on Earth, would I still be on your mind?"

He stayed quiet. He wasn't one to talk about things like this, anyway.

"Because I would." You cried softly. "It hurt to realize that I'll never mean a lot to you, you know? You're the love of my life, Seunghyun. I just wish I were yours."

"I don't know what you want me to say." He finally said.

"You don't have to say anything." You said, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. It wasn't worth crying anymore, but you were grieving something that was supposed to be your new life; your new chapter. "Besides, you called me; not the other way around." You added.

He pursed his lips, "Yes, I did. I just thought this is just another drama that could easily be talked over."

"No, Seunghyun."

"Okay. Well, it seems that you've decided to leave." He confirmed.

"You left first. I just followed and made it official." You corrected.

"Okay." He said, not having the energy to fight about it. "I'll sign it and send it to you. Good b-"

"I do have a question, though." You hurriedly said, not wanting to end the conversation until you get your answer."

"Shoot."

"Did you regret it?" You asked quietly.

"Regret what?"

"Did you regret marrying me? Did you regret choosing me?" You questioned.

Did he? He thought about it for a while. The silence was eating you alive until he finally answered.

"No, I didn't. I don't think I ever will. We just didn't work out like we thought we would. Good bye, Y/N."

"Good bye, Seunghyun. I only wish the best for you."

"I hope you find someone who can make you happier. I'm just sorry that it's not me." He said before hanging up.

Months later, you meet Park Bo-gum because he's starring in your music video. He was cute and kind. He's a gentleman and he's very funny. Your divorce was handled privately and only yours and Seunghyun's inner circles knew about it. Bo-gum was nervous at first because he thought you were still married, but you assured him that your marriage was over and done with. You even showed him the papers.

Your relationship with Bo-gum started going well. He's such a sweetheart. Always patient, always had no problem reassuring you, always showing you he loves you, always telling you he loves you, always seeing things from your point of view, always considering your feelings, and always there for you when you need it. By the time you were serious, the general public found out and accused you of cheating on Seunghyun.

When asked about the whole thing, Seunghyun revealed how he was heartbroken to see you already dating someone else. You were mad because he's the one who left first.

"He doesn't get to say that because we already had a conversation about this. I already grieved him. It's his fault if he's only grieving about it now." You huffed.

"It's okay. Everything will fall in the right place in the end." Your new boyfriend smiled at you as he held you in his arms. "The truth will come out eventually."

You could only hope he was right.

"I don't want this thing to scare you away." You whispered. Bo-gum looked at you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I'll go wherever you are and you'll go wherever I go."

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A/N: hope you liked the first part of this celebration! x

seunghyun taglist: @loveesiren @millytugby

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[kkurami]

END OF THE WORLD ☆ shitty best friend

SYNOPSIS. y/n’s high school relationship ends in heartbreak, and it takes her months to move on. now, in her third year of university and completely removed from any ties to her past, she releases a cover to “intro (end of the world) - extended” by ariana grande. however, this cover ends up catching the attention of her 3-year long first boyfriend, who refuses to leave japan until y/n gets back together with him.

the ride from the airport was silent. iwaizumi tried to seem normal on the surface, but the nerves that had been building up for the entirety of the 13 hour flight had finally manifested in his gut. he couldn’t shake the uneasiness he felt, nor the burning stare oikawa was sending his way.

iwaizumi always found himself to be relatively levelheaded. straying away from that didn’t often lead to good outcomes.

of course, they were only in this situation because of iwaizumi’s impulsiveness.

“seriously man, you need to get a grip.” oikawa said, his eyes forward. his hands were gripping the steering wheel as if he were trying to hold himself back from hitting someone. he was. “what are you going to do know that you know she’s taken?”

“kill myself.�� iwaizumi said in 100% truthfulness. he’d never felt more ashamed than he did in that moment.

“maybe you should’ve kept more in touch with people from high school. after all, everyone knows they’re dating.” oikawa said. “you know bokuto, atsumu, and the shrimp from karasuno? they’re all apart of her friend group with sakusa.”

iwaizumi’s eyes widened. “seriously?”

oikawa hummed in agreement, letting out a sigh afterwards. “yeah. after we graduated and you went to california, y/n started hanging out with us less and less. it makes sense, since we still talked to you. but then she met those four and…. yeah. she’s close with the rest of the team.”

unsure if he even wanted to know the answer, iwaizumi braced himself. “um, when did her and sakusa start dating?”

“hm, i want to say towards the end of our freshman year of uni?”

iwaizumi frowned at this. he was still in love with y/n, clinging onto a relationship that ended years ago, when y/n herself had moved on in a matter of months.

he flew across the globe for a girl who wasn’t even single, with the assumption that she still had feelings for him. how conceited could he get?

as if he could read his mind, oikawa smirked. “you’re so conceited, iwa-chan.”

iwaizumi just grumbled, speaking incoherently about how he wanted to ‘pummel oikawa into the ground’. hearing this, oikawa just chuckled. he then turned his head to get a good look at the man next to him, taking in his best friend after not seeing him for years. despite the circumstance, oikawa was excited to see him.

“california did you good, huh iwa-chan? maybe my fangirls will finally notice you.” oikawa had a shitty look on his face, one that iwaizumi was all too familiar with. it was the face that he was always provoked to punch back in high school.

things were a lot simpler back then, when his friend group was all together and he was dating the love of his life.

“i see you’re still the same as ever, shittykawa.” iwaizumi responded, rolling his eyes.

“you know i prioritize consistency.”

before oikawa could start to laugh, he was interrupted by iwaizumi punching him on the shoulder. hard. he let out a small ‘ow’. “yeah, i didn’t miss that….” he mumbled while rubbing his shoulder.

it was silent again for a moment, both men just enjoying the ambiance of night. despite the stress of the situation, it felt nice to be in each other’s presence again. between all the bullying and bickering, oikawa and iwaizumi understood each other when no one else would.

suddenly, oikawa clicked his tongue. “i don’t want to do this, because i respect y/n and her relationship, but i can help you with one thing.”

maybe there was a way after all.

fun facts !

☆ iwaizumi has not been back home ever since he graduated high school

☆ the guys offered their extra room for iwaizumi to stay in the meantime since his parents don’t know he’s back home and he’s too scared to face mama iwaizumi

☆ the whole flight all he could think about was seeing y/n again— but after finding out she’s dating sakusa it’s the last thing he wants

☆ oikawa feels bad for plotting but he also doesn’t want iwaizumi’s trip to be for nothing

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authors note. i almost made iwaoi kiss at the end of this chapter than i remembered its not an iwaoi fic😞

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[pankowcrumbs]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Below will be where you can find my work related to the show Stranger Things and the actors that play them

You are more than welcome to request anything and I am happy to write it.

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+ ❤️‍🩹 Angst 🖤Sad 💛Male reader ❤️‍🔥 possessive 💔 heartbreak

Main MasterList

Joseph Quinn Masterlist

Eddie Munson

💕 You wanna kiss me (One shot)

You and Eddie bicker and fight but he knows you wanna kiss him.

💕 Friends with Benefits (One shot)

Eddie gets jealous because you are definitely more than friends with benefits.

💕 You again (One shot)

You bump into Eddie years after you both broke up and you both admit you never stopped loving each other.

🌶️ You Owe Me, Sweetheart (One shot)

Eddie helps you and now you owe him a favour of his choice.

💕🌶️Skirt (One shot)

Eddie's hands up your skirt.

💕On and off again (One shot)

You and Eddie are on and off again and he gets jealous.

💕Cold war (One shot)

You and Eddie hate each other but is there something more...

💕 Labels (One shot)

You and Eddie don't put a label on your relationship until Eddie gets jealous.

🌶️ Play Me Like That (One Shot)

Eddie's hands make you horny when he is playing the guitar.

💔End of your World

Story is inspired by the song Intro (End Of The World [Extended Version] By Ariana Grande

Joe Keery

💕The proposal (one shot requested)

Joe is acting all Shy and Nervous but only because he is going to propose.

💕Coffee and Scripts (one Shot requested)

You bump into Joe while working as a barista and he asks for your help with this line.

💕Parody (one Shot requested)

You and the Stanger things cast make a Parody Horror movie.

💕 Mrs Keery (one Shot requested)

Your proposal and wedding with Joe.

💕 Spilt coffee (one Shot requested)

When spilling coffee on Joe keery might have just been the best accident.

💕 Accidental Bump (one Shot requested)

On your wedding day you reminisce on how you and Joe met.

💕 Little song (one Shot requested)

A sweet moment while Joe tries to teach you guitar.

💕 Girlfriend (one Shot requested)

Joe brings home his girlfriend from College.

💕 Misunderstood (one Shot requested)

You see a text on Joe's phone and assume he is cheating but what he was actually doing makes you melt.

💕 Comic-con (one Shot requested)

Joe and you meet at comic-con while you are taking your Neice to see him and it's love at first sight.

Dad Joe AU

💕Lucky Star (One Shot requested)

You listen to Joe telling a story to your toddler that melts your heart

💕Giggles (one Shot requested)

Joe and your daughter plays hide and seek

💕Coming home (one Shot requested)

Joe comes home to you and your daughter after months of filming.

💕 Letting go (one Shot requested)

Your daughters first day of Kinder and Joe is struggling to let go.

💕 Daddy-Daughter Date (one Shot requested)

Joe and your daughter go on a cute daddy daughter date.

💕 Surprise (one Shot requested)

It's Joe's birthday and you surprise him with a pregnancy test and sonogram.

💕 Two pink lines (one Shot requested)

Follows your pregnancy Journey with Joe.

💕Birthday (one Shot requested)

Your daughter gives Joe the cutest Card and presents on his birthday.

💕Perfect Family (one Shot requested)

You are a single mum and never would have imagined the life you now have with Joe.

💕Big sister (one Shot requested)

You give birth to your second child and Joe brings in your first child to meet her.

💕 Trick or Treat (one Shot requested)

Joe takes your daughter trick or treating for the first time.

💕 First Words (one Shot requested)

A bet on if your baby girl would say mama or dada first.

💕 No training wheels (one Shot requested)

Joe helps your daughter ride her bike for the first time with no training wheels.

Steve Harrington

Dacre montgomery Billy Hargrove

Jamie Campbell Bower

🖤💕 Maybe in another life (one shot)

“Maybe in another life we would’ve been meant to be together.”

Henry Creel

Noah Schnapp Will Byers

Gaten Matarazzo

💕 New york apartment (one shot Requested)

Apartment hunting in New York with your boyfriend Gaten.

Dustin Henderson

Finn Wolfhard Mike Wheeler

Caleb McLaughlin Lucas Sinclair

Charlie Heaton Jonathan Byers

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[norrisjpg]

intro (end of the world)

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summary: in which, the weekend didn't exactly go the way he wanted it to, but he'd be okay, because she was there.

content: self-doubt, insecurities, fluff, lando is low-key clingy, lily being emotional support animals, soft and sweet lando

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

rora's thoughts: actually obsessed with this song, especially the extended version!! i'm really enjoying writing this series at the moment, it's my coping mechanism for my feelings post-race, and it's how i like to vent!! also, couldn't find any good pictures of the chinese grand prix track, so you get that pretty green one in the middle instead. also, i'm writing this post-miami and absolutely outraged, so... if the real events of the grand prix in china are inaccurate - sorry not sorry. hope you enjoy this one, i think it's cute as fuck!!

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THE MCLAREN GARAGE thrummed with a new found excitement, something different to australia, something hopeful but tinged with the pressure of delivering after lando's melbourne masterclass.

but lando, he wasn't as happy as he would have been if he was on pole position, but overall he had been happy for the team.

that was until it was clear lando was faster, and he'd been told to hang back, it was oscar's win, according to the team. well no, it wasn't, was it? lando was faster, by at least two tenths, but no, the team told him to hold position and to respect their decision.

so he was quiet in the interviews, putting on a façade in the cooldown room, and pining to be let out of those team briefings he was slowly growing to hate. yes, he was happy for oscar and his win, but the team had, once again, made it feel like a chore to let his teammate win. surely they had to back the british driver this year? he'd driven so, so much better in australia, proving he was the more experienced pilot and most likely candidate for the twenty-five world drivers' championship, hadn't he?

lily was in the hospitality, chatting away with hattie piastri, when her phone silently rang in her pocket, and it wasn't until a minute or so later that she happened to use the device to look at the time — 'you have one voicemail from lan.'

voicemail: — [0.27] "hey pretty, i'm uh [pause] i'm in my driver room, not sure where you are, i would have come to find you but [deep breath] didn't wanna deal with media 'n' that shit. uh [pause] could you come 'n' see me? god this is so pathetic [chuckles] just feel like i need my girl right now, yeah? hopefully see you in a bit, love you."

"who's that?" hattie asked, tilting her head as lily's expression softened upon hearing the voice on the message.

"lan," she mumbled, sliding her phone into her handbag. "i've got to go, hattie, i'll see you in..."

"oh, miami, see you in miami, lily."

"cool, see you then, bye hattie!" the girl called out as she hurried down the steps and toward the mclaren motorhome.

she walked with purpose, bag clutched in her hand, mind wondering what state lando was in. she knew he got in his head after races like these, even though he'd done so well. the team just made him doubt himself in the most subtle, manipulative way possible - had done since canada last year.

"lan—"

"—come in."

lando had already changed from the podium, the champagne dripping from his body had felt like guilt and unspoken frustrations, compared to the usual glory and victorious feeling that went hand-in-hand with the sweet liquid.

he was in his drew hoodie, paired with the light blue jeans and multicoloured dunk sneakers he'd worn to the paddock in the morning.

"am i doing something wrong?" he sounded snappy, snappier than usual. "because it sure as fuckin' hell seems like i am."

"you're not doing anything wrong, lan." lily shook her head, shutting the door behind her and plopping down on the couch next to him.

"i could have caught him so easily, but no!" lando slapped his thighs in annoyance, shaking his head. "you just stay back there, let your teammate win! god, why is always me that gets fucked over? first hungary, then monza, and almost australia — they were just gonna let him overtake me and probably take both of us out—"

"—lando." lily spoke up, voice soft and pliant. "take a breath, it's one race, it's only the second race of the season. you're going to get the drivers' this year, and you can't expect oscar not to put up a fight about it."

"i hate you sometimes, you know?" he sighed, tension easing from his shoulders. "you always know what to say, you're like... better than jon."

"i won't tell him you said that." the girl laughed softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "but i'm serious, oscar has his priorities, you have your own, okay? he wants a championship, so do you — but who's been racing for the team since twenty-nineteen?"

"yes, but—"

"—who's been racing for the team since twenty-nineteen, lando?"

"me," he mumbled. "but that doesn't mean they'll support me and not oscar, again."

"well, they'll have me to deal with if that's the case, and we know how scared thing one and two are of me." she smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, a laugh escaping his lips as he was reminded of their nicknames for zak and andrea.

"you can say that again."

• • • •

THE PLANE JOURNEY back to woking was quiet. the team was clearly exhausted, and lando was flat out asleep, head in his best friend's lap with his arms around her tummy.

"how was he earlier?" jon asked quietly as he sat down in the seat opposite the pair.

"annoyed, understandably." lily nodded, pursing her lips. "he was frustrated with the whole 'hold position' thing, and he got in his head about it."

"and you worked your usual magic, i assume?" the man raised his eyebrows, a gentle laugh leaving his lips as lando tightened his grip around the model.

"i wouldn't call it magic, just logical thinking." she said matter-of-factly, in the most modest way possible.

but jon was right, lily was magic.

lando was in a bad mood all day? probably because he hadn't seen her, and as soon as his eyes fell on her, his mood drastically increased. lando was snappy during interviews? probably because he was yet to debrief with his saving grace, and after that he'd be a lot more optimistic. lando had driven a 'bad' race? give her maybe ten minutes and you would have thought he'd won the grand prix.

a few hours later, the pair found themselves in bed together, wholesome and wrapped up in each other's embrace — pretty much how every grand prix weekend ended, now that lando had sworn of drinking in aid of his championship campaign.

"lily?" he asked softly, lifting his head from her chest.

"mhm?" the girl hummed in response, searching his expression for a hint of what he wanted from her.

"nothing, wanted to look at you, that was all."

"such a sap, you know that?" lily giggled softly, ignoring the pink hue that spread across her cheeks. "what would the world think if they knew championship leader lando norris was just a big baby?"

"shut up, you know i'm only like this with you." he smiled sheepishly. "and if you tell anyone, i will get you deported back to italy."

"what the fuck?" the girl laughed loudly, tilting her head back at the random threat as she chuckled. "i'm legal!"

"yeah, yeah." he shook his head, smiling at her laughter. "or i'll get you banned from my family dinners."

"oh please, they'd disown you before that happened."

lando simply looked at her, gazing intently at the pretty features on her face. she was so enticing — her lips looked so kissable, he could drown in the way she looked at him (and he quite often did, as he was now), the way she blinked every time she cursed — like her body was rejecting the word — the way she'd always cover her mouth when she laughed around other people, but never him.

oh god, he was so fucked.

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[only-kiwi]

eternal sunshine masterlist

(a story inspired by ariana grande’s eternal sunshine album)

1. intro (end of the world) | instagram blurb

2. bye | instagram blurb

3. don’t wanna break up again | instagram blurb

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 13

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You sit on the other end of the long sectional as your mother continues to rumble. You’re happy at least that she’s getting rest, more relieved that she isn’t cognizant enough to track your every misstep. You choose a movie you’ve heard of; the synopsis seems okay. You only really watch the old DVDs your mother bought a decade ago. 

You lean into the armrest as Steve reappears and puts down a large bowl of popcorn on the low coffee table, along with two bottles of clear soda. The very stuff your mom tried to forbid you. It’s the one thing you can say for him, he doesn’t let her ruin his fun. You wish you could be that strong. 

“Let me get the lights,” he goes to shut off the lamp and you blink as the screen blares bright in the sudden dim. “Better.” 

He surprises you as he comes back and sits between you and your mom’s snoring form. You press yourself tighter to the arm rest. The couch is pretty big but next to him, it’s cramped. He sighs contentedly and he reaches forward for the bowl of popcorn. He offers you some and not wanting to be impolite, you take a few kernels off the top. 

You stare at the television as you nibble. You try to block out the room around you as the opening credits give way to the intro. You flinch as Steve nudges you, offering the bottle of cane soda. You thank him and sip slowly, nursing it as you make sense of the dialogue on screen. You don’t think the movie is very good, you’re almost embarrassed you chose it. 

The barely established meet-cute brews to sudden culmination in a bed, shot with flowery music and slow-down shots that stretch out the manufactured intimacy. Steve clears his throat as you shift, pressing your mouth to the bottle to hide your discomfort. You should have checked the rating before you hit play. 

Well, you are an adult. These things are normal right. Sex might be a mystery to you but he’s old enough to know a lot more. It’s probably nothing to him. You lean forward to put the half-finished soda on the coaster and sit back, wiping your slightly damp hand on your tee shirt. 

As the scene ends, you exhale in relief, squeezing your legs tightly together as you keep them bent beside you. God. This is really boring. You lay your head down on your arm as you lean into the armrest. Your eyes barely cling to the television as the colours blur to fuzzy orbs. 

You yawn, the effect of the sun setting in as the windows darken completely. The day of standing outside in the heat, sweeping and mopping, and scrubbing, it all gathers over your eyelids. No wonder your mother was so quick to pass out; she had better reason for it too. 

You yawn quietly as you sense the shadow next to your stir. You glance over and see how Steve’s arm extends over the back of the couch. The glow of the television limns his features as he watches intently. You’re slumped down, almost sideways, well away from his thick bicep resting over the back cushion. 

You drop your head back down and blink long and hard. The itchiness in your eyes is too much to resist. You sink down into a foggy haze, tinted softly by the hue of the television, the voices droning to low murmurs. 

As you drift on the tides of your unconscious, there’s sudden rolls in the water. A wave rolls over you, leaving you dizzy as the world moves around you. You groggily grumble as your eyelids slit and you catch sight of the large screen. You descend back into sleep, nape thrumming with unease but too tired to rouse. 

The abrupt change in tone jars you. Your eyes snap open as the credits roll white on black. You snort and rub your cheek, taking in your bearings little by little. You’re on your side, a pillow under your head, your legs slightly bent and lifted. A coolness settles on your stomach and you tug down your rumble shirt as it exposes your midriff. 

You babble as you raise your head and peek over with a flutter of lashes. 

A soothing sensation runs up and down your pajama pants. You see Steve’s silhouette cast against the greater darkness. His hands move up and down your legs, rubbing and kneading your thighs, fingertips edging along the crease between them. You whimper and straighten your legs stiffly, turning to drag yourself up. 

His touch falls away almost immediately. He seems to jerk awake himself and shakes his head. He sniffs and rubs his cheek. 

You bend your legs to your chest and gape at him. What was he doing? 

“Movie’s over,” he proclaims, his voice gritty, unlike you’ve heard before, “you were sleeping so sound... didn’t wanna wake you.” 

You look at your knees and hug them. You’re not crazy. He was touching you, but maybe it was innocent. Maybe that’s just how he is. Touchy-feely. Your mom’s not the type so you’re just not used to it. 

He sits forward and grabs the remote. He turns of the TV, sending you into bleak blackness. You sift through the shadows until you can make out the undefined shapes of furniture around you. Steve stands, the couch shifting with his weight, and a light blooms from his grasp. He shines his phone around, first at you, then your mother. 

“Better get her to bed. She’ll be sore,” he nears and holds out his phone, directing the light away from you, “wanna get this? Lead the way?” 

You take it and nod, standing with effort as your muscles rack across your back, though your legs feel noodle-ish. You aim the light towards the doorway as Steve bends over your mother and lifts her up with a grunt. He pauses and turns back, waiting for you to go ahead of him. 

“Upstairs,” he directs you in a grizzly whisper. 

You obey, going forward as you hold the phone high, making certain to illuminate the way ahead clearly. You turn up the stairs and when you get to the stop, you pause again. Steve lingers behind you. 

“Down towards the studio and across the hall from that,” he says. 

You go forward as he tells you and stop out the bedroom, shining the light inside but not breaking the threshold. He pauses, as if waiting for you to enter, then passes you and uses his elbow to hit the light switch. You lower the phone and watch him lay your mother down on the large bed. 

You don’t know what to do as you stand awkwardly in the hall. You watch his muscular back as he props your mother’s head on a pillow and covers her up. She’s still snoring, louder than you’ve ever heard. You're surprised she hasn’t woken up. 

“I could take the couch,” you offer. “Or go home.” 

“And sleep in that house all alone,” he faces you, crossing the room. He reaches for you and you shy away. You look down as he grasps at your hand and you give him the phone. 

“Sorry,” you mutter. 

“Thanks,” he taps the screen and the light shuts off. “I can’t let you take the couch. I got a guest bed.” He points you to the room beside his studio, “just in there.” 

You retreat and stop by the closed door, waiting for him to open it. He twists the knob and pushes inside. He goes in ahead of you as he reveals the interior, flipping another switch to spark the overhead light. You peek around him as he enters. 

The room is gorgeous. It reminds you of one of those you saw in your mom’s home magazines. It’s a bit girlier than you would expect of its owner but it’s pretty. The white quilt on the bed is white, speckled in bunches of purple petals, and the four posts drape with sheer lilac coloured canopy. The white night tables have an antique style to their feet and handles, and a matching vanity stands against the wall. The velvet stool before it has a back that resembles a clamshell. 

“I ordered the bedding online but they sent the wrong pattern,” he approaches the bed and touches his forehead, “but it doesn’t really matter, I guess.” 

“It’s nice,” you rub your arm as you inch inside. “Thanks, er, it’s fine.” 

The bed is much bigger than your twin. It’s too much space just for you. The room itself must be double your own.  

“Yeah, no problem, let me know if you need anything,” he backs away from the bed. 

“Thanks,” you mumble again, biting your thumb. 

“Did you enjoy the movie?” He asks as he hovers close to the door. 

“Er,” you shrug. 

“Yeah, kinda cheesy,” he chuckles. “But I can’t complain for good company.” 

You stare at the bed. You’re tired. Your scratch your eye and try not to yawn. 

“Go on, tuck in, I’ll get the light.” 

He stands by the door, waiting and watching. 

You lift the corner of the covers and carefully slip in, staying on the edge. As you lay back, the light flicks off. 

“Night, sweetie,” he says before he pulls the door shut.  

The door doesn’t catch and as he walks away, you hear the creak as it opens just an inch. You pull the blankets snug around you and turn onto your side. You just want to sleep so the morning comes sooner. 

[harukyuu2]

Helloo I don’t know if you’ll see this but can you do a crossover of alnst x pjsk with Rui x reader they’re in round 5 singing ruler of my heart :33

you can also decide what happens after, but if you don’t like the idea feel free to ignore this no worries ^^ !!

This is such a creative request !! i loved it, i hope i writted something good for the idea <3 - Sorry i took so long to do it :x

!! - ALNST AU RUI X READER, writted for neutral reader but there are small hints of being a female since its practically inspired on Mizi, one-sided feelings for the past, lyrics on english !! colors: Rui lyrics, reader lyrics, both singing along

A round of applause could be heard when you entered the stage with a low empty gaze after winning your last round, that leaved you empty since you were passing the grief of losing who once was your best friend, she lost against you. All of your feelings were taken. The applause were deaf to you, they didnt matter anymore, or the monsters watching you, they didnt deserve your attention, it was already given by your rival that made them more feral.

The music began slowly, its rhythm setting the tone as you stepped deeper onto the stage. This was a song where you could sing alongside your rival, Kamishiro Rui—an eccentric boy who had grown up with you in the ANAKT GARDEN. Rui had always been intelligent, clever enough to live without a collar, and strangely favored by the aliens. That admiration, however, didnt extend to the other kids, who often called him weird and kept their distance, but you were different since you always finded a way to be at his side.

The intro of the song was long and calm, giving you plenty of time to grab the mic while feeling the weight of your opponent’s gaze. It wasnt one of hatred or fear—but of concern and softness. After all, you were one of the few people who truly considered Rui a friend, someone who didnt mind his “weirdness.” Yet, he recognized that he wasnt your favorite friend or what he wished to be.

He wanted you to lean on him, to truly see him, to care for him—just like humans once did long ago with their lovers. The feeling of being loved was what he craved most.

Thats why he decided to whistle, trying to catch your attention. But when your empty gaze met his, it only bored into him. He missed the lively spark your eyes once held back in the garden—the one that gave him hope, the one that made him believe you both could escape this hell someday.

"You can hide from the light

And still out burn the sun

Don’t you forget you’re my star"

He decided to start singing first, not for the score— that didnt matter to him, even if it meant getting his own death at the end of the round. No, he just cared to bring your light again, the smile that made him keep going all these years. Rui didnt have a problem with invading your personal space— if that meant getting a reaction out of you, he would always do it. Thats why he started encircling you, getting closer and closer while singing the next verse

''See the world in your eyes

A sorrow set in your sights

Like a fine work of art''

He noticed how you avoided his gaze, the discomfort written all over your face at the thought of competing once again with someone you loved. But he didnt want you to see it like that.

To him, this wasnt a battle—it was an engagement. Didnt you notice how your outfits mirrored the attire humans used to wear at weddings? Ah, a wedding... He’d love to experience one. The promise of eternal love, binding two souls together until death do them apart—it sounded so beautiful. Almost like what he was trying to do now: declare his feelings for you before death could tear one of you away from the other.

"My saviour,

God what a beautiful soul"

He fixed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you were really pretty in his eyes to have that sadness and discomfort written on your face. But when your gaze finally met his again, and you started singing by his side, his usual smirk returned. He glanced at the hologram as your score began to climb, the competition starting with the aliens finally votting.

"I don’t believe━you’re a liar

Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

With that last line, Rui grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. He wanted a reaction—anything. He hated this. Hated seeing you so empty, hated how your singing lacked the emotions it used to have. But when he caught the awe flickering in your eyes, a glimmer of hope sparked within him. A part of you was still there, a part that wanted to feel, that craved something just as deeply as he did.

That’s why he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a spin. His hands found their place—one at your waist, the other interlacing with yours. The shock and fear in your eyes made him smile.

Were you coming back to reality? Did you recognize this dance—the one you two used to practice as kids? The one you perfected to impress the aliens? He had never forgotten it, and it seemed you hadn’t either. Slowly, it felt like you were returning to yourself.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

You are forever beautiful

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Memories of the past flooded back to you through the dance, though you were missing steps here and there. After all, until now, you’d been nothing more than a living corpse. You felt out of yourself, but yet the slightest touches of Rui and the lack of distance between you two made your heart burn, until it started to pump again, bringing you back to life.

...

"Rui?" - A child version of you called his attention curiously, wondering why the purple haired boy was studying the walls of the tunnel where the aliens passed by.

Rui turned to see you curiously not expecting you to look out for him. He gived you a sweet smile finding out you had a crown of flowers in your hands - "yes?" - He asked back wondering what you wanted, his attention changing immediately to you while walking closer

You smiled taking his small hand while offering the crown of flowers you did for him - "i finally learned how to do them! here, for you" - You blinked confused when he decided to take it but put it in your head, making you look curiously at the eccentric boy again wondering why he did that, he didnt like it? you pouted a little at that idea but he quickly shakes his head

"It looks better on you!" - Rui leaves a small laugh with a smile taking your hands and waving them around - "can we practice that dance you told me? maybe we can impress our teachers!" - Rui stated even if in his heart he didnt like being around the aliens, he just wanted you to be happy since it was your idea.

You quickly nodded running with him far from that tunnel, he didnt want you to get on problems because of his curiousity. With that being said, the laugh of you two can be heard everywhere while practising that dance, even if you missed almost all of your moves, to Rui you were like an angel.

Rui loves this memory so much, you were so bright back then, he wants to bring that back no matter what...

...

"Building up all your walls

Becomes a fall with no ground"

He sings while leaning back to see the hologram with the scores, he was winning and it was driving him mad— he didnt want to win, he didnt want to lose you, he was pleading to you with his eyes that you start singing again.

"In a single moment (breaking down)"

You sang those words softly, a sudden rush of emotions surging through you—feelings you hadnt allowed yourself to feel before. The desire to live clashed with the unbearable reality that doing so would mean bringing Rui’s death. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to escape with him, to turn back time and be the carefree kids you once were in the ANAKT GARDEN.

Even though those times were dark, Rui had been your light, guiding you through it all. Was this the price you had to pay for the happiness of your childhood? For being cared for by a loving alien? For having such a good friend as Rui?

"I’d go blind and go deaf

‘fore I’d lose you again

Collapsing my world"

As the lyrics carried on, your mind raced with thoughts. You didnt want to die, but your future had already been decided by the aliens. Why would they choose a normal, pretty girl for the final? No, it was obvious they would pick the eccentric Kamishiro Rui. Honestly, you would probably make the same choice.

Thats why, as he began singing his verse, your mind went blank, save for one thought—giving him your goodbyes. You wanted to show him your love the way humans did long ago, something you’d never managed to do before. Back then, the concept had felt strange to you, but now it felt like the only thing left to do.

"My saviour,

My one, my beautiful soul

Make me your god

I can give you everything"

"Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

Rui could notice a change on you— how he wouldnt, he knows you very well. He was curious on whats on your mind while trying to maintain a calm expression, even though fear lingered beneath the surface. He was terrified of the possibility that you might become nothing more than a memory to him, what if he forgotted your voice? your face? he wouldnt handle that, he would scold himself if he ever forgets about the light that guided him in this dark tunnel where the final is an abyss.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Forever mine to behold

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of my heart,

Ruler of my heart"

slowly going closer to him as the words repeated, with a new intense gaze that he picked on quickly. He hoped you werent thinking of doing anything stupid to lower your score— he wanted you to live even if the final was coming with a bad result for you, unconciously studying your face trying to remember every detail of your face because in any case for him, his win or death, he will be separated from you.

You caught him by surprise. His eyes widened for a split second before you pulled him in for a kiss, right after the last “Ruler of my heart,” where you both had sung with all the emotion left unspoken between you. You poured every feeling into that kiss—the frustration of knowing you couldnt stay by his side any longer, but this was your apology. Your final act of love for him, actually giving him the affection he has been craving for.

The interlude of the song became nothing but white noise in your ears as you focused all your attention on the kiss, trying your best to make it feel right, despite your inexperience.

You pulled apart from him with a big smile feeling the laser pointing at you for breaking the rules, the shock in Rui's face just made you giggle hoping he could live without you at his side, you could feel the robots coming behind you to grab you for disrespecting the rules— but yet all you did was finally separate from Rui with a grin since you were going to surrender, you wanted him to live.

Chaos erupted when small bombs appeared on the stage, releasing smoke as masked figures began taking down the robots. You frantically searched for Rui in the midst of it all.

You found his gaze, but instead of rushing to you, he simply smiled. That’s when one of the masked figures grabbed you, pulling you away. You stretched out your hand toward Rui, but just like with the crown of flowers, he refused to take it. Instead, he waved at you with a soft smile. It was already too late for him to run with you, and he couldnt either way.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Among the chaos, he sang—part of it to calm himself, and the rest to distract the attention of the aliens. He continued smiling, finding peace in knowing he had given you the chance to live. He couldnt risk leaving with you, not when he was the one who discovered how some of the alien technology worked and figured out how to communicate with the outside, with the human part of it.

That’s why he would do everything in his power to give you the best future possible, even if it meant destroying this place. Maybe then, in the future, the next life, or in another universe, you two would meet again. He was certain that no matter what, you two would find a way to be together again.

Just like that he sang alone at the start and the end of the song, but with differents emotions since he managed to find a route where you two lived. And who knows? Maybe a miracle happens and he is able to be with you sooner or later.

[sammaggs]

4x02 Easy Money // 3x01 Burning Down the House // 3x02 Eclipse | Rift

Something that always strikes me about Ray's moment of reconciliation with his father (in a show that might as well be subtitled Fathers Kinda Suck Huh???????) is the way this scene in particular is shot.

They focus especially on Ray's bracelet as he extends his hand:

Which isn't the only time they've focused on Ray's bracelet during Important Character Building. There's of course, his intro in Burning Down the House,

The close-up on the similarity with Marcus Ellory's bracelet in Eclipse,

And a bunch of other moments over seasons 3 and 4 that basically use the bracelet as a quick visual stand-in for "Ray Kowalski's a little bit different."

It’s something Ray Vecchio would never wear; hell, it's something most cops would never wear. It's a little bit, as Ray Kowalski would say, queer.

And so is Ray Kowalski.

The decision to focus on this bracelet during the exact moment he offers his hand to Damian as a peace offering is therefore, to me, worth considering. I personally read this as an indicator that part of the reason for Ray's rift with his father was his queerness.

And the first thing Damian says to Ray after they shake hands?

He compliments Ray’s experimental hair! He mentions another “queer” element of Ray’s physical appearance—one his father has likely given him a lot of grief for—and accepts it. Metaphor!!

It is, of course, understandable that Damian would have wanted better for his son than to be a cop, and this isn't to say that there isn't a world where that might have been enough to cause Damian to lose meaningful touch with his son for a decade. It certainly made sense for Ray Vecchio's father, who was likely involved with low-level mob business. But it does seem pretty extreme for Damian!

There's also the beautiful scene where Ray tells Fraser about his family in the precinct mess. At the very end, it really does look like he has something else he wants to say... but then Huey interrupts.

Now I am, of course, aware that Ray was dating or engaged to Stella at the time he graduated Academy. So what could his queerness possibly have to do with anything?

Well, as much as many of us wish it would, your queerness does not disappear when you enter a straight-passing relationship. I've even seen interesting ruminations in fic that some of the early hardship in Ray and Stella's relationship—remember, they broke up for a while during her college tenure—might have been due to the fact that Ray was interested in (or even caught) experimenting with men.

A personal anecdote, if you'll indulge me: I was in my mid-twenties, four years into a relationship with a man I thought I was going to marry, and tormented constantly by the idea that I was, probably, queer. I had no way of finding out while I was in a committed monogamous relationship. When I told my own mother that I thought I was bisexual, she told me it was all right—but also to never, ever tell my father. Even though I was in a relationship with a man, the knowledge of my queerness would have been enough to potentially cause a rift between my father and I that I don't know if we ever could have repaired. [editor's note: i'm a lesbian now and my dad and I have a stellar relationship ftr but i did have to marry a whole man first so] [editor's note: i am also the editor]

Ray gets caught with a man while Stella is in college? Or Stella knows and tells Ray's mother while they're drunk on wine one night? Or Ray's parents find a magazine... or a photo... or a stamp from the wrong club... anything. There's a million reasons why Ray's queerness could and may have come up even while he was with Stella, even while he was monogamous. Because he was still queer.

I know there's a certain element of "sometimes the curtains are just blue, dude, chill” to all of my meta, but when it comes to this show in particular I very much operate in my analyses from a place of "everything is intentional." Small details really do matter; the way scenes are shot matter, the words that are used matter, there's intentionality behind it all. We can't know or understand authorial intent, of course, but we can read our own interpretation of that intent into it. (The author is dead but Paul Gross thought Callum Keith Rennie was hot, so)

This is, after all, another episode directed by George Bloomfield, who also did Burning Down the House and is responsible for that "love at first sight" moment in Say Amen, so the direction here is in the hands of someone who is clearly in lock-step with Gross around the inclusion of queerness in the latter seasons of the show.

This moment is interesting to me in particular when considering intent because I actually would prefer to see Ray and Damian's faces in this moment! I want to know what Damian is thinking, or if he frowns. I want to know if Ray looks nervous or concerned. We don't see that at all.

Instead of seeing them over the GTO, we get the close-up on the hands and the bracelet over the rebuilt engine.

Rebuilding!! They're doing it.

And that makes my little queer heart pretty happy.