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estapa-edwards · 6 months

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HIDDEN FEELINGS - M. ESTAPA

paring: Mark Estapa x fem! reader

word count: 3.1k

requested? yes - mark falling for ethan’s twin sister, and never doing anything out of respect but ethan notices his heart eyes and tells him to go for it

warnings: use of y/n. multiple pov

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The rink is where I feel most alive. The smooth glide of my skates over the ice, the echo of the puck against the boards, the camaraderie of my teammates—hockey is more than a game to me, it’s a way of life. Playing for the University of Michigan has always been a dream, and now, here I am, living it.

I'm the twin sister of Ethan Edwards. Yes, that Ethan Edwards who's a standout player on the University of Michigan hockey team, right alongside Mark Estapa. Growing up, Ethan and I were inseparable. Hockey was our mutual love, and even though we both made it to the university level, we ended up on different teams. Ethan plays as a defenseman, known for his strength and reliability, while I'm a forward, valued for my speed and strategy.

Mark Estapa, on the other hand, is a force to be reckoned with on the ice. As a forward like me, he's got an uncanny ability to read the game, find the gaps in the defense, and score those crucial goals. He’s a great player, and over the seasons, I’ve come to respect and admire his skills.

Our growing friendship, however, didn’t happen overnight. Our two teams would occasionally practice together, and it was during these joint sessions that I began to notice Mark's friendly and approachable nature. We'd find ourselves paired up during drills or chatting during water breaks.

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One afternoon, after a particularly intense drill, Mark and I found ourselves catching our breaths on the bench.

“You handled that drill pretty well, Y/N,” Mark said, flashing me a genuine smile.

“Thanks, Mark. You weren’t too bad yourself,” I replied, matching his smile.

From there, our conversations became longer and more meaningful. One day, as we were stretching before practice, Mark turned to me with a curious expression.

“So, Y/N, what made you choose Michigan?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“I guess it was a combination of things,” I answered, thinking back to my decision. “The coaching staff here is amazing, and the program has a great reputation. Plus, Ethan being here didn’t hurt,” I added with a playful grin.

Mark chuckled. “I can see how having family around could be a bonus. I chose Michigan for similar reasons. The team has a great dynamic, and the opportunities for growth both as a player and a student are unparalleled.”

Our conversations didn’t just revolve around hockey; we talked about our classes, our hobbies, and our future goals. It was during one of these post-practice chats that Mark opened up about his passion for photography.

“I’ve always loved taking pictures,” he said, showing me some of his recent shots on his phone. “It’s a way for me to capture moments and emotions that words can’t express.”

I was impressed by his talent and passion. “These are amazing, Mark. You have a real eye for it.”

“Thanks, Y/N. It’s something I hope to pursue more seriously someday,” he said, looking slightly vulnerable.

As the weeks went by, our conversations continued to deepen. We shared stories about our families, our dreams, and even our fears. I found myself looking forward to our practice sessions not just for the hockey but also for the chance to spend time with Mark.

We'd find ourselves paired up during drills or chatting during water breaks. Our teammates began to notice our growing camaraderie, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to tease us about our lengthy conversations.

“You two should just start your own podcast,” Ethan joked one day as he walked past us, a smirk on his face.

Despite the teasing, Mark and I cherished our newfound friendship. Our long conversations became the highlight of my day, and I found myself feeling more and more connected to him with each passing practice.

But lately, it's not just his skills on the ice that have caught my attention.

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Growing up as a twin, you learn the importance of boundaries and loyalty early on. Ethan and I shared everything—our toys, our secrets, our dreams. So, when I first joined the University of Michigan's hockey team and met Mark Estapa, I couldn’t help but notice his attractiveness. His tall stature, his athletic build, and that charming smile were hard to ignore. But I also knew he was Ethan’s teammate, and I would never do anything to jeopardize their friendship or our family bond.

During those early practices, I would steal glances at Mark, admiring his skill and athleticism on the ice. His dedication and passion for the game were evident, and it only added to his appeal. But each time I felt a flutter in my stomach or caught myself daydreaming about him, I would quickly push those feelings aside, reminding myself of the unspoken rule: teammates were off-limits.

As our teams began to practice together more frequently, Mark and I started to interact more. Our conversations were light-hearted and filled with laughter, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable chemistry brewing. I found myself drawn to him not just because of his looks but also because of his personality. He was kind, thoughtful, and genuinely interested in getting to know me.

Despite these growing feelings, I was determined to keep my emotions in check. I didn’t want to create any awkwardness or tension within the team, especially given Ethan’s close friendship with Mark.

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MARKS POV

The first time Y/n Edwards and I really talked was during one of those joint practices. I remember it well— we were both catching our breath on the bench after a tough drill. I looked over at Y/N, and for the first time, I saw her not just as Ethan's twin sister but as Y/N Edwards, an incredible player in her own right.

“You handled that drill pretty well, Y/N,” I said, trying to initiate a conversation.

“Thanks, Mark. You weren’t too bad yourself,” she replied, matching my smile.

In that moment, something shifted. Her smile, her wit, the way she talked about hockey—it all captivated me. She was more than just a talented player; she was someone I wanted to get to know on a deeper level.

As we continued to chat, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about everything from our reasons for choosing Michigan to our hobbies and interests outside of hockey. I was genuinely intrigued by her, and I found myself wanting to learn more about the person behind the player.

But as much as I was drawn to Y/N, I knew I had to tread carefully. She was Ethan's sister, and I didn't want to overstep any boundaries or make things awkward within the team. So, I tried to keep our interactions friendly and professional, all while secretly hoping for more.

The more I got to know Y/N, the harder it became to ignore my growing feelings for her. Her intelligence, her passion for the game, and her kind-hearted nature made her irresistibly attractive to me. But I also knew that acting on my feelings could complicate things, and I didn't want to risk our friendship or create any tension within the team.

Despite these internal struggles, I couldn’t deny the connection I felt with Y/N. Each conversation, each laugh, each shared moment only deepened my admiration and affection for her. I found myself looking forward to our joint practices not just for the hockey but also for the chance to spend time with her.

But lately, it's not just her skills on the ice that have caught my attention.

During one of our joint practices, we were waiting for our turn to jump onto the ice for the next drill. Y/N was leaning against the boards, lacing up her skates, completely engrossed in her task. The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on her face and highlighting the golden undertones in her hair.

I couldn’t help but stare.

She looked up, catching my gaze, and flashed me a quick smile before returning her attention to her skates. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn’t noticed my lingering gaze.

As we took to the ice for the next drill, I found myself distracted, my thoughts consumed by the simple beauty of that moment. Y/N's natural grace and poise, even in something as mundane as lacing up her skates, left me in awe.

I knew I was treading dangerous waters, but in that moment, I couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty. She was more than just a talented hockey player; she was a vision of grace and elegance that I found myself drawn to, unable to look away.

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Y/N POV

I found myself watching Mark as he talked with some of our teammates. He was animated, gesturing with his hands and laughing at something someone had said. I was captivated by his energy and charisma, and for a moment, I lost myself in the way the sunlight caught the highlights in his hair and how his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Ethan approaching until he spoke, "You okay, Y/N? You seem a little distracted."

Startled, I quickly looked away from Mark, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine," I stammered, trying to regain my composure.

Ethan gave me a knowing smile but didn’t press further. "Alright, just making sure," he said, patting me gently on the shoulder before heading back to the group.

Relieved that Ethan hadn’t called me out on my obvious distraction, I took a deep breath and refocused on the practice. But even as I skated back onto the ice, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Mark was becoming more than just a teammate to me.

One evening, I found myself at Ethan's apartment, sprawled out on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, ready to watch a movie. Ethan had invited some of his teammates over, including Mark, to hang out and relax after a grueling week of practice and games.

As I settled into the comfortable cushions, Mark walked into the living room, a casual smile on his face. He greeted everyone warmly before taking a seat on the armchair opposite the couch. Our eyes met briefly, and a subtle spark passed between us, but we both quickly looked away, maintaining a friendly distance in front of Ethan and the others.

As the movie started to play, Ethan and Mark began discussing a recent game, dissecting plays and strategies with the kind of intensity only true hockey enthusiasts possess. I found myself drawn into the conversation, sharing my own insights and opinions, and soon, Mark and I were engaged in our own little world of hockey talk, much to Ethan's amusement.

Throughout the evening, I couldn't help but steal glances at Mark, admiring his easygoing demeanor and genuine interest in our conversation. His laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing along with him, feeling a connection that went beyond our shared love for hockey.

Despite the casual setting and the presence of Ethan and the others, I couldn’t ignore the growing tension between Mark and me. It was as if we were dancing around the undeniable chemistry that had been building between us, both of us aware of the line we were toeing but unwilling to cross it in front of Ethan and our teammates.

As the evening wore on and the movie came to an end, I realized that my feelings for Mark were becoming harder to ignore. He wasn’t just a teammate or Ethan’s friend; he was someone I genuinely cared about, and I found myself looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time with him, both on and off the ice.

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ETHANS POV

As the evening unfolded in my apartment, I couldn't help but notice the subtle undercurrents between Mark and Y/N. From my vantage point on the couch, I could see the way they exchanged glances when they thought no one was looking, the way their laughter seemed to echo in sync, and the way they both seemed completely engrossed in their own world, despite the presence of our teammates.

At first, I brushed it off as mere camaraderie—after all, they were both passionate about hockey and had been spending a lot of time together at practices. But as the evening wore on, I began to sense something more—a genuine connection that went beyond friendship.

I glanced over at Y/N, who was laughing at something Mark had said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Then I looked at Mark, who was smiling back at her, his eyes softening in a way I had never seen before. It was clear that there was something special between them, something that went beyond the confines of the rink and our hockey team.

As Y/N and Mark continued to talk and laugh together, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity. Mark was my teammate and one of my closest friends, and Y/N was my twin sister. The thought of them being more than just friends was unexpected, but the more I observed their interactions, the more it made sense.

Despite my initial reservations, I couldn’t deny the connection between them. They seemed to complement each other in a way that was both surprising and endearing. And as much as it caught me off guard, I found myself rooting for them, hoping that they would find happiness together, both on and off the ice.

As the evening came to an end and everyone started to say their goodbyes, I pulled Mark aside for a moment.

"Hey, man, are you and Y/N...you know, getting close?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

Mark looked slightly taken aback but then smiled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Yeah, I think we are," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

I smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Well, as long as you're both happy, that's all that matters," I replied,

"Are you serious? I was so scared to tell you that I think I'm falling for her." Mark said.

I looked at Mark, surprised by his honesty and vulnerability. His eyes were sincere, and I could see the genuine concern in them.

"Mark, I had no idea you felt that way," I said, feeling a pang of guilt for not noticing his hesitation earlier. "I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like that."

Mark chuckled softly, his smile returning but with a slightly nervous edge. "It's okay, Ethan. I guess I've just been overthinking things. I really care about Y/N, and I didn't want to mess things up, especially since we're teammates and she's your sister."

I clapped Mark on the shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. "Look, as surprising as it is, I'm actually really happy for you two. Y/N deserves someone who genuinely cares about her, and I can see that you do. Just promise me you'll treat her right, okay?"

Mark nodded earnestly, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise, Ethan. She means a lot to me, and I want to do right by her."

Feeling reassured, I smiled at Mark, grateful for his honesty and commitment to Y/N. "Alright then, I trust you. Just remember, if you ever hurt her, you'll have to answer to me," I added with a playful smirk.

Mark laughed, his tension finally breaking. "Understood, Captain."

As we rejoined the others to say our final goodbyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement. Despite the unexpected turn of events, I was genuinely happy for Y/N and Mark. They had found something special in each other, and as their friend and brother, I couldn't wait to see where their relationship would lead.

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Y/N POV

As we approached my apartment building, the atmosphere between Mark and me had shifted subtly. There was a sense of anticipation, a tangible connection that seemed to be growing stronger with each step we took. When we reached the entrance, Mark stopped and turned to face me, his blue eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice slightly shaky but sincere. "Earlier, when Ethan asked me if we were getting close, I told him that I think I'm falling for you."

I felt my heart leap in my chest, a rush of emotions surging through me. His confession was unexpected but also exhilarating, confirming the feelings I had been trying to suppress.

"Mark," I started, searching for the right words to express the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. "I'm not sure how to say this, but... I think I'm falling for you too."

The moment the words left my lips, a wide smile spread across Mark's face, his eyes lighting up with joy and relief.

"Really?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

I nodded, feeling a warm blush spread across my cheeks. "Yes, really. I've been trying to ignore my feelings, but the truth is, I've been falling for you too, Mark."

A look of pure happiness washed over Mark's face, and without hesitation, he stepped closer, cupping my face gently with his hands. "Y/N, I'm so glad to hear that," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine.

Feeling emboldened by our mutual confession, I leaned in, closing the distance between us, and our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss. It was a simple yet powerful affirmation of the connection we had both been feeling but had been too afraid to acknowledge until now.

As we pulled apart, our faces flushed and smiles wide, Mark looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with warmth and affection.

"Do you wanna come in?" I asked, my voice soft and inviting, the words coming out almost on their own accord, as if guided by the newfound courage and excitement that bubbled within me.

Mark's eyes sparkled with anticipation, but he hesitated for a moment, wanting to be respectful of the situation and our budding relationship.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and caution.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, feeling a surge of boldness.

A broad smile spread across Mark's face, his eyes shining with happiness and relief. "I'd love to," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth and excitement.

Taking my hand in his, Mark followed me into the building, our fingers intertwined as we headed up to my apartment.

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indelicateink · 2 months

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@limonmelon you made a really great post about vampires and creativity, and it really struck a cord with me, because i have passionate feelings on the topic. and I started typing up this response, and then it because a gd entire ted talk/half plea to the writers that got off the topic of your post, and i thought: christ, what an asshole i'd be to maybe post this on someone else's post, lol??? (and I didn't want to make it ttly independent, bc then it felt like vagueing, which is weird.) but after typing it all up i feel committed to the time/brain investment and am just posting it on my own blog lol.

anyway: read limonmelon's post bc it's very insightful.

i'm very curious about how they will handle lestat's music in the show, and do I hope they let him be a good artist. because although I totally agree about their unchanging, magically unnatural bodies, i feel like they are emotionally allowed to learn/grow/change? (this isn't meant to be a rebuttal--more my differing pov on something I see come up on this topic a lot.) so...personally, likewise i'm not sure their relationship to art is necessarily stagnant.

to my mind--and it could ttly be projection--i felt like louis's abandonment of his photography was more about fear of failure and frustration. and personally, as an artist, I fight the deeply entrenched societal idea that some people are Naturally Gifted and everyone is consigned to mediocrity: innate talent can exist, but hand to god it is the time you put into your craft that matters so much more than the beloved fairytale of divine skill. (when people look at my art and say the dreaded That's So Great I Could Never Do That, it's pain.) I think louis knows what he likes and has hit the barrier of not being able to YET create what his mind's eye wants, and it's too frustrating to continue being Not Good Enough (Yet) because he knows good art. and that is so incredibly human. I don't think vampirism has cast his sensitivity/self-expression in amber--i think he cut himself off at the knees, and we'll maybe never know if he could've excelled. instead he nurtures his eye for others' art (which i feel is just a different way to channel his sensitivity).

i feel like our go-to example of vampiric artistic mediocrity is marius. iirc in the books it's implied that marius's art was never special enough to be immortalized like some of his peers were. which is also just...life. and objectively hilarious because he was so goddamn pompous about it (and kind of an asshole lol). that was so human to me--not a vampiric curse, though i suppose they're not mutually exclusive. but even with forever, he's just not going to make the kind of art that will land him the (highly subjective) recognition of a museum, though his pursuit of art may please him personally, even if the results don't. THAT'S ART, BABY (i'm directing this at marius, lol).

I love that amc/AR gives us of examples of vampires who don't always make "good art" or they stagnate--maybe the TdV, maybe Marius, etc. It's a great statement that even with their supernatural abilities and, ostensibly, all the time in the world (caveat: you have to practice; caveat: i posit that vampires have fewer active hours in our 24 hours than we do, and usually have to spend a chunk of that time hunting & eating instead of making a sandwich), they still aren't also given the ability to knock it out of the park every time when it comes to making art. they gotta earn it like everyone else.

i agree they are trapped in those unchanging bodies, and i do feel like that could add some angst to their lives that might make making art harder, given it's possibly an emotional burden sucking up all their bandwidth? that seems to me like a case-by-case thing, though.

but I don't think vampires' immortality inherently necessarily translates to, say, soulless art. that one can't imbue one's art with relatable emotion or expertly express feelings and emotions just because death isn't looming. I do think they face different obstacles in relating to existence--they're operating on a whole different way of existing, becoming daily killers, eating people to survive, never seeing the sun, hiding who they are from the world, being forever in good physical health, living on a different scale of time--but these are generally passionate beings, and I don't feel like their differences would hinder making engaging art? (though, interestingly, it could be more alien to us, and harder to relate to.)

so I really hope they don't take the tack that lestat's music sucks just because he's a vampire. lestat came to vampirism already highly skilled in and passionate about performance, and the magical abilities of vampirism helped him pick up the ability to play all the musical instruments he could want. and i think it would be inconsistent for amc to decide he--they--can't make "good art" despite their skills, that they can't express themselves in a human way, because they can't grow and change?

because I think it's shown they can change.

in temperament/action, in the show at least, it's implied that lestat grows from a short-tempered insecure mercurial partner/father (granted, this is a bitter louis relaying this characterization lol) who learns a "very hectic lesson" and, is hinted, grows to someone who will one day possibly engage in a more functional relationship with louis in the 21st C.

amc louis, likewise, is someone with depression, anger, and a lot of compounding angst--and then with daniel's revelation, pivots, it's implied, into a new way of existing.

i feel like we're given the hint these characters will continue to evolve. i'm guessing they will remain fundamentally who they are (lestat--impetuous, passionate, violent, sensitive; louis--thoughtful, astute, ambitious, slower to show the intense feelings he keeps beneath the surface), but the potential for growth is there.

idk, I'm just passionate about these beings having the ability to sucessfully express themselves artistically in a way that resonates. i get it could go either way. and i mean, if amc decides it's just a supernatural curse that they can't make "good art" than there's nothing I can say to that, it's arbitrary lol. but it doesn't feel right to me, given the givens? and what a shame to randomly go little mermaid with this, and take away their voice in exchange for the ability to walk on the land. amc, let passionate vampires make good art if they can manage it, just like everybody else lol. I want to see what they make.

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #separate post bc dialogue is different for all of us and i don't want to come off like a dick i'm just enthusiastic #meta #the music of lestat de lioncourt #the weirdness of being an immortal serial killer

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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Burning Sun: Chapter 6

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Semi-Angst, Slow-Burn Romance, Attempted Sexual Assault, Illegal Street Racing, Smoking, Drinking, Flirting

Chapter Theme: Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messaging, Bold/Italic = Flashback, “Words” = Thought, but out loud

A/n: None

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You went off to college like any other post-high school graduate. But, in actuality, it was to get away from Forks... And Rosalie...

"Can't believe you decided to stay in that shitty little town," You tease one of your friends over the phone, “With your photography skills, you could;d definitely start a small photography business over there.”

"You can't blame me, parents need someone running the diner nowadays," She sighs, "Besides, I need to understand business and financing to start my own photography business and build that portfolio."

“Okay, point taken,” You chuckle

“By the way, I heard about what happened between you and Rosalie outside of the movies a few weeks ago. You doing alright?” She asks

“Honestly... I don’t know,” You truthfully answer, “Like... It felt good to finally get all that pent up anger out on her but... I just...”

Your best friend listens on the other end as you try to figure out the ‘gaping hole’ feeling you were feeling deep in the bowels of your heart.

“Do I sense a continuing of harbored feelings towards Rosalie?” Your friend asks

“Hell no,” You lie

I... Don’t know...

“You’re definitely lying to me Y/n, you still harbor feelings for her,” She teases

"Hey no! Rosalie knew she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship and she didn’t communicate that to me and ended up leading me on, making me believe I had a chance to have her be my girlfriend," You groan, “She simply ghosted me. Even though we had times where we had our moments...”

"And you never called it official?" She asks

"Nope," You say, "It was never in discussion. We we're simply enjoying each others' company..."

"But... What was that stunt at the movies?" She asks

"No clue," You reply, "One point she wants nothing to do with me, next, she gets all jealous that I'm out with my friends and not her."

"Ooooh you picked yourself a fiesty one huh?" She teases you

"More like she pined for the hot headed bitch," You chuckle, "More like uh... Mutual pining... I guess..."

"Oh do I sense dormant feelings for Rosalie still y/n?" She asks, in such a tone your head shot towards your phone

"No!" You say, "She never liked me. That's that! I gotta go... My class starts soon..."

You hang up your phone and lean against the countertop. You let out a deep sigh before throwing stuff into your backpack before heading out from your apartment.

*Rosalie’s POV* Not a day went by when you thought about the day you saw Y/n last; at the movies with her friends. How she wasn’t all close with you... How she stood up to you... You also thought about back during Freshman year, how she was able to stand up to football players... Compared to your human life and your current life, she was the first person to ever make you feel... Anything... Whether it was happiness, safety... It was anything... And everything.

“Rosalie,” Carlisle calls

You were snapped out of your daydream as you hear your name.

“We’re going hunting,” He says

“I’m... Going to stay here,” You sigh, remaining on the couch

“Rosalie,” Esme comes to sit next to you, “This is the third time you haven’t gone hunting.”

“Carlisle is still willing to bring me food,” You scoff

“Rosalie, Esme’s right,” He follows to sit on your other side, “You need to come out hunting with us... This isn’t like you...”

“She's sulking about Y/n,” Edward says

“Will you butt out of my mind Edward?!” You turn to him, giving him the death glare

“Rosalie,” Carlisle kneels in front of you, “I’m sorry that you are hurting right now... But, hunting is the most important thing right now.”

“Jesus Rosalie sulk about it later,” Edward says

You get up from your chair and stride right up to him, “Read my damn mind one more time...”

You growl.

“Come on Rosalie, we need to hunt,” Alice tries to diffuse the situation

*Y/n’s POV* You just finished an assignment that was due the following night over your laptop.

Oh what to do now...

You look at your phone and clear any notifications you saw. However, just as you were about to put your phone back down, you see Rosalie’s name pop up.

Hey what are you doing right now?

Just finished an assignment that’s due for class tomorrow night.

Would you want to go out?

Rosalie... Last time we had ‘gone out’, you didn't say anything to me for the rest of the night and ghosted me for the last 2 years of high school. What’s going to be different this time?

I wanna take you to one of those underground car shows...

You let your thumbs hover over the digital keyboard... Wondering of how to respond...

I do want to unwind a bit and go out but... I don’t know how to feel since it’s Rosalie...

You have a cool car to show off?

Do I have a- Yes I do!

Wasn’t sure if you still had the other one you said your dad gave.

Been modifying it ever since. Where is it?

Seattle...

Holy- Okay... I’ll meet you there I guess...

Fortunately it was the weekend, you had no other plans; you were all caught up with your assignments and there was nothing but waiting for the weekend to begin.

Guess it wouldn’t hurt...

You look into your phone and Rosalie gas you the coordinates to the meeting spot.

However, once you pulled into the lot, and into an open spot... It was already overwhelming for you. You didn't know what to think.. Semi-fresh 18 year old at a car show...

Fun...

However, your eyes finally dart to a familiar blonde...

“Rosalie!” you call, beginning to make your way towards her

“Oh...” You sigh, seeing Rosalie with her ‘date’

You try to play it cool and hop onto the hood of your car, pulling out a vape pen, taking a hit from it but immediately breathing it back out; not inhaling it into your lungs.

“Y/n?” Rosalie spots you

Damnit...

You look up and see her coming towards you, her boy toy trailing behind her. You let out a grunt as she simply runs into your arms, acting as if you hadn’t seen each other in years...

It’s only been about a month...

“You move on quick,” You conclude, gently pushing her out of your embrace

“Oh.. Him? He's just-”

“Women like her need big strong men,” He concludes, flexing his muscles

Oh, god another ‘alpha male’....

“Don’t listen to him Y/n, I only showed up with him is because I was walking and he was the first to offer a ride...” She explains

“You could have told me to pick you up...”

“Y/n, you were four hours away from home,” Rosalie says

Did I say that out loud?...

It wasn’t too much longer when the realization hit that you were willing to drive four hours to pick up Rosalie for this... Event.

“If you're done with this lady Rose, I want to introduce you to my boys,” The mysterious man says

You watch as Rosalie’s expression flinches as the man grabs her by the wrist, seeing his grip on it; deadly... Tight... Unappealing.

Rosalie gives you a look... One you only recognized as ‘help me’ before your wounded pride and jealously-

Wait...

Am I- Jealous?...

took over and you only watched as Rosalie gets dragged off into the crowd of testosterone.

+*+

You had a couple of guys come ask you about your car; hopping off of the hood to pop it open for them to see the engine you’ve been modifying: it was your senior year project. Obviously, you aced it.

“I told you she was a looker,” A familiar voice echoes through your mind

Your head shot up after hearing it; but the crowd...

How?...

You hop off the hood of your car and begin tracing the steps towards the voice.

“Y/n...” Another familiar, but feminine voice calls out to you

“Rosalie...” Your mouth mutters

your body began moving through the crowd of men (at least majority of the crowd were male), trying to find one blonde female...

Iridescent eyes... Skin that sparkled in the sunlight...

The crowd parts to reveal Rosalie’s location. Almost immediately you walk into her direction, that damned attractive smile as she watches you approach her.

You shake your head out of your little fantasy as you continue trying to search for her.

“Rose...” Your voice calls, your legs breaking out into a run

“Y/n...” Her voice echoes

“Rose!” Your voice raises in decibels

Once you pushed through the sea of people, you see her and the guy she showed up with attempting to press himself against her... You could easily read her face that she was uncomfortable and looking for a way out.

“R-Rose!” You call out, your legs picking up the pace

*Rosalie’s POV* Your head turns to the direction of Y/n’s voice, as you see her briskly walk up to the man.

“Hey!” A voice screams

Both you and the stranger man look to the origin of the voice. y/n was approaching the both of you faster than your mind can process what was going on until you found yourself feeling weightless.

“What the hell?!” the guy holds his jaw

“Read her face dumbass,” She gestures to your scared expression, “She clearly doesn’t want any of your advances.”

“Oh and you think she wants anything to do with you?!” He asks, striding up to her, clearly an attempt to impress you and intimidate her

“No,” She replies, “But, it’s clear harassment on your part buddy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking down at you, “What will you do about it runt?”

“We have all of these cars,” She says, smirking, “Why don't we have a race?”

You immediately jump in front of y/n, staring up at her.

“Don’t do it Y/n,” You beg, “Let’s just leave.”

*Y/n’s POV* You were actually considering it... Considering it was coming from Rosalie Hale. And the look she gave you is one of many that you couldn’t resist. You were in the process of reaching for her hand until you saw her being ripped from your arm.

“She ain’t going anywhere unless you race,” The guy smirks

“Fine,” You say, walking back up to him, “Let’s race then.”

+*+

The both of you pull up to the end of the street...

“Course is easy,” The flag woman explains, “Race through the abandoned warehouse, and back.”

As you start your engine, you see someone approaching your window.

“What Rosalie?” You ask

“You still have a chance to back out,” She says

“And let you go home with him?” You scoff, “Not a chance.”

“So you’ll be able to do that?” She asks, scoffing as well

“More like keeping you out of something you may regret later,” You counter argue

She stands and takes a few steps away from the two cars.

“On your marks...”

Engines rev...

“Get set...”

The flag girl raises the flag above her head...

“Go!”

The flag comes down.

Immediately the both of you slam on the gas, sailing down the open road. You felt the pit of your stomach hit the back of your body... God it felt thrilling. However, your euphoria feel was short-lived as you saw the guy’s car speeding forward.

Ahh, guy uses some boosters huh... Bad idea... HIs type of car can only handle so much before it begins to falter.

You shift your eyes over for a second to see what the guy was going to attempt to do in order to intimidate you...

“I’m’ going to win!” He yells

You shift your gear for smoother sailing through the street. Thank god for construction for repairing the roads. You hear an engine beginning to sputter. However, you were still cruising smoothly. But, when you look into the rearview mirror, the guy’s car was lagging behind.

You cross the finish line and then do a donut.

“Guy’s ass got beat by a female!” One of his friends teases him

You look to Rosalie’s direction, as she smiles, tucking hair behind her ear.

As you take the trophy from the flag girls’ hands, sirens blared... Everyone was in a state of panic and began either: running away or hopping into their cars to drive away.

Rosalie was about to turn to the guy she showed up with however, he was already in the process of getting into his vehicle and driving off. Her next objective was to search for you however, she was beginning to assume that you driven off without her.

As the police sirens blared, you were hopping into your drivers seat to escape, however, you call out to Rosalie to get in as the sirens closed in. But, she didn’t move an inch.

“Rosalie get your cute ass in my car now!” You yelp

You grab her bridal style and pull her into your lap as you shut the door, finally getting the chance to hit the gas, dashing your way out.

It wasn’t long until Rosalie realizes the situation. Immediately she wraps her arms around your neck to prevent being flung around as you made tight turns. No cops were on your tail but you had to make sure that you were at a decent distance from the area so you could drive back to your apartment peacefully.

“You okay?” You ask, with a tense tone

“More importantly, are you okay?” She asks, “You sound tense...”

“Well, trying to evade cops at the age of 18 is not the most fun thing to experience if they catch you,” You sigh in frustration

*Rosalie’s POV* You could hear her rapid heartbeat... Hell, you could even feel it...

“’cute ass’?” You ask, smiling

“Shut up,” She replies, not letting her eyes veer away from the road ahead

*Y/n’s POV* The both of you walk into your apartment, trophy in hand, a blonde woman trailing behind you.

“Not what I expected to have in my apartment,” You joke, placing the trophy on your desk

You look to where Rosalie was and she comes walking back in with a first aid kit.

“Sit,” She sighs, “I can’t believe you simultaneously took on three guys... And won.”

“Don’t think I can hold my own in a street fight?” You ask

“No, but, just simply surprised,” Rosalie answers

You watch her kneel in front of you, looking at you intently; a bashed cheekbone was what she was looking at. But, when her finger trickles across your cheek... That familiar coldness you felt when you tried to warm up Rosalie during her sleepover party...

“You’re still cold,” You say, taking your hand into hers, “Here...”

Rosalie stops patching your busted cheek as she takes in the warmth of your hand. Despite that it won’t ever warm you.

“I’m fine Y/n,” She says

She pulls her hand away from yours and continues to patch up your wounds.

“Th-There,” She says, “Patched up.”

Your face nearly eats your bedsheets as you attempt to lean into her touch. She stands, but the awkward silence greets the both of you.

“I’m going to head out... Since... Carlisle is most likely expecting me home... Eventually,” She says

She turns her back to you, beginning to head for the door, rather quickly.

“No you’re not leaving at a time like this,” You say, catching up to her

Your hand slams on the door, closing it just as she opens it. Rosalie knocks her back into the door, looking up at you as you hover over her; a hunter stalking its prey.

“It’s dangerous out here in the middle of the night,” You explain, “I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning. I’ll tell Carlisle you and I got back to my place really late.”

*Rosalie’s POV* This was how the man was attempting to kiss you... However, with Y/n... The atmosphere was different... She as calm... Not-so demanding, willing to give you an option... The thinning air between the both of you was wearing thin...

Not that air mattered to you anyway... But, the tension, lack of oxygen... Everything was thinning out...

“Stay...” She says, gently begging, “Please...”

Her breath after saying ‘please’ trickled against your cold lips. Part of you wanted to kiss her. Your head unconsciously nods as she begins following you back into her place.

*Y/n’s POV* Dude, what are you doing?! Having the girl who played you stay in your apartment?! You’re unbelievable...

You’re not sure what’s coming over you. But, it was like how you were willing to see Rosalie, despite that she’s hurt you. Like... You weren’t willing to hurt her. Albeit you did weeks ago, but, that was the only time...

“Are you sure?” She asks, “I- I don’t want to be a burden...”

No.

“Yeah,” You lie to yourself

She brushes past you and into your apartment; drinking in the supposed scenery.

“It's not much,” You say

“But it’s nice,” She replies, “Could fit two people...”

“Yeah, no,” You sigh, “But, tonight is an exception.”

You pout out the extra length of the couch to set up the couch bed for yourself.

“What are you doing?” Rosalie asks, “The bed can fit the both of us.”

I’m used to sleeping by myself, so just take it for what it is,” You tell her

+*+

You wake up to your alarm; for you to do anything regarding school. But, the last thing you were expecting was a woman still sleeping in your bed. You get up from the couch to check on Rosalie. Her back was turned to you.

Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the blinds. However, as soon as you tucked hair behind her ear, you wince in pain.

Damn sun...

But, it wasn’t the sun... You look down again and see little sparkles upon Rosalie’s skin.

Beautiful...

You nearly jump as you watch her stir. Since you were already up and awake, you decided to make yourself breakfast.

“Y/n?” Rosalie’s sleepy voice calls out to you

“I’m here Rose,” You reply

“What time are we heading back?” She asks

“Whenever you want,” You say, “We can go now if you want.”

“Not now, I was just wondering.” She sits up in your bed, “I was thinking that I wanted to stick here for a little while.”

“Hmmm,” You hum, “How long is... Awhile?”

“As long as you’re willing to give me,” She answers

It is the weekend...

“Well, I did notice that I do need to restock my kitchen, care to join me?” You ask

“Sure,” She replies, smiling

+*+

The both of you walk side by side as you walk through the isles, figuring out what you need for the week.

“If you want anything, let me know,” You say, reaching for instant noodles

“Oaky,” She replies

*Rosalie’s POV* You couldn’t find the words to make a conversation again with her... The only thoughts you had were the gentle feeling of her the night before.

“Please...”

The way it bounced right off of your lips.

“Rose,” A voice brings you out of your impure thought

You look up at Y/n and notice her staring...

“What?” You ask

“I’ve gotten everything, do you want anything?” She asks, offering once more

“I’m okay,” You reply

+*+

There was a break in the day where Y/n was simply sitting at her table, laptop in front of her.

“You want to go out tonight?” She asks, her eyes not wavering form her laptop

“Are you asking me on a date?” You ask, attempting to hide a smile

“We’ll see how tonight ends up,” She chuckles

With time she finally finishes up her computer work.

“Hey do you have anything I could possibly wear tonight?” You ask

“No, why? Impressing some guy?” She asks

“More like a girl,” You chuckle

“It’s not me is it?” She asks, chuckling

It is... It always fucking is...

“Not you either,” You lie, “I just don’t want to be smelling like gasoline.”

“Fair, I may have something but can’t guarantee it, get in here,” She calls you over

You walk over to her as she steps aside, allowing you to walk into the supposed closet.

“Technically this was meant to be the room but I was not about to move all of my bedding into here,” She explains, “Besides, I don’t have ay roommates.”

“None of your friends came here?” You ask

“Well, they are going to school in the fall, I’m here early,” She says, “Plus, I wanted to have a place of my own first.”

You nod as you take a step into the makeshift closet.

*Y/n’s POV* You hear your closet door opening, you look up and see Rosalie in one of your nicer tops, and pants.

“It’s a little odd that we have a similar body sizes,” Rosalie checks herself out

The fact was it was hugging Rosalie a little tighter than you would have liked to see.

“You look good,” You mumble under your breath, looking downward at the floor

You hear her walking over, slightly giggling to herself.

“Why don't you go put on something to impress me?” She smiles

Your head instinctively nods as you walk into your closet to put on something other than your pajamas.

You throw on one of your crop tops and a pair of ripped jeans, topping it with a flannel.

You step out from the closet space. Rosalie on her phone.

“You ready?” You clear your throat

She looks up from her phone, a smile protruding across her porcelain skin.

“Took you long enough,” She chuckles

You scoff at her remark as you grab a pair of shoes near the doorway.

+*+

The both of you walk into the coffee shop as a group of familiar faces look at you both.

“Well look who showed up!” One of them announces

You pull out a seat for Rosalie before yourself.

“Ms. Beat the big bad guy in a street race,” Another leans into the table, whispering

“I went because Rosalie wanted me there,” You explain, “I raced to save her ass from that ‘big bad guy’ you describe.”

“You also did it so it would hurt him,” She snickers

“Right in the dick,” You snicker with her

*Rosalie’s POV* “Yeah, I’ve been settling in fine and the classes are normal,” Y/n explains to her friends

“Agh, sorry guys, I have to bounce,” One of her friends announces, “Mom needs me in early for family business.”

“Drive safe,” Y/n tells them

You lay your head against Y/n’s shoulder. It wasn’t because you were exhausted or anything. You physically no longer could become tired. But, you wanted to just feel Y/n.

To your surprise Y/n didn’t shake you off, but she was still conversing with her other two friends. As if she was going through with your little act. Despite that it wasn’t an act.

You wanted Y/n to notice you like she did those four years prior to the moment.

“Rosalie what have you been up to since graduation?” Her friend asks

“Hmm?” You ask, lifting your head off of Y/n’s shoulder

“Other than that one street racing thing legit last night, what have you been up to prior to that?” She repeats her question

“Just been at home,” You answer

“You’re... Not going to college?” She asks

“Not everyone has to go to college,” Y/n sighs

“It’s common that most high school graduates do but, it was simply a genuine question Y/n,” They explain to her

“College isn’t for me,” You answer

“Absolutely fair,” They reply, “Just a curious thought, I thought you and Y/n didn’t end on such good terms?”

“Let’s call it a truce for right now,” Y/n looks at you

“Can I take you ladies for a ride back to my place?” A mysterious man comes up to your table

He offers his hand to Y/n, and y/n in particular. Boiling whatever was inside of you.

You immediately stand up and insert yourself between Y/n and the man.

“I’m pretty sure the woman can answer for herself,” He gestures to Y/n

“And SHE says no,” Y/n stands from her seat, “I think it’s best if you leave...”

Y/n inserts herself between you and the man.

“I’m pretty sure I was asking you, and not... Blondie over here.” He explains

*Y/n’s POV* You take note of the pause he took before saying Rosalie’s hair color.

“Don’t insult her,” You growl, “Now, let me repeat myself. And I know damn well I hate repeating myself... Best if you leave pal. Don’t want things to get ugly...”

“One way or another it will,” He smirks

In an instant he grabs your arm. However, Rosalie’s grip on you was stronger, she shoves him back, knocking him into a table.

“Whoa hey Rosalie, it’s fine okay, we’ll go okay?” You try to calm her down, “You too...”

You gesture to your remaining friends, “You two text me when you get home...”

Just as your friends pass the commotion the man straightens himself out and attempts to grab at your arm again.

But Rosalie... It was like she became something else entirely. She grabs him by his mere fist and holds it. You could see the expression change on him as his usual smug expression turns to hurt... Scared even.

“Rosalie, let’s just go,” You attempt to get her to let go, “He isn’t worth it. Look at him

She does...

*Rosalie’s POV* A scared man...

You smirk to yourself as you finally give a plea to Y/n’s request... You take a step away from the man but Y/n remains, kneeling

*Y/n’s POV* “Now don’t insult her ever. Again,” You growl at him

You stand onto your feet and follow Rosalie out of the coffee shop, leaving its patrons and the man dumbfounded.

+*+

You let Rosalie into your place before stepping inside, throwing the door shut.

“What is up with you?!” You ask, “You almost lost your shit tonight!”

“Don't blame me for being over protective of you,” She scoffs

“I don’t need protection,” You say, “I can well handle myself in a fight.”

“That isn’t the point, those guys weren’t other human beings,” She explains

“So what were they?” You ask, “Because they looked human to me.”

“They're like me,” She says

The air around thickened...

“How so?” You ask

Chapter 7

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie twilight #twilight saga #female reader

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I have been having Nanamin brain rot for last few days. Okay I couldn't stop all these ideas are absolutely overwhelming me so here we go with part 3 of Nanamin Kento headcanons

Continued from part 2

25. His mother and his maternal grandfather taught him to cook. Let's talk Bread making, baking and all things sweet, he has been making bread since he was 10. His mom owned a pastry shop because she loved baking and he helped around as he grew up. Also he took up cooking classes in high school (that being jujustsu tech, they do provide with more normal forms of education because well, they do train kids for jujustsu sorcery but kids need real life skills too. ), for two reasons he loved cooking and to distract himself from the terrible stress and grief of losing Yu and then Geto.

26. Geto scouted both Yu and Nanamin, even though Geto was too young, yet sometimes Geto, Gojo, Shoko or Utahime would go with principal Yaga to scout kids. Although Geto turned all Conservative after his identity crisis he still absolutely believed in protecting and training sorcerer kids to control their negetive emotions especially those who come from non sorcerer families. The reason being most of those kids would have been labelled schizophrenic or druggies by general public if they weren't properly trained or informed about their shaman powers. Also explains why he lost it when he saw those two little girls abused to the point of death. Geto always liked Nanamin as a junior. He had a soft corner in his heart for Nanamin. (would write more about Geto's pov when I write his head canons)

27. Nanami catches cold easily. And list of his sick food is pretty short. His sick food list includes chicken stew with butter rice with some crushed black pepper. Congi. Tomatoe soup and toast. Cauliflower soup with some macaroni and cheese in it (not in obnoxious amount just the right amount) . Chicken noodle soup. (just imagine : Nanamin wrapped in a fluffy blanket sitting under a kotatsu with a bowl of chicken noodle soup on the table while his comfort movie plays. His hair tousled. Him in his comfiest pjs. *sighs in Cuteness * this man needs a warm hug)

28. He can forge his own knives. His paternal grandfather forged all kinds of knives, from katanas to wood carving knives. He taught a teenage Kento to forge knives. Later he learnt to imbue cursed energy into his knives when he came to jujustsu tech. The blade he uses is handmade by him.

29. The tie he wears was handmade by his maternal grandmother. She was a very skilled seamstress. She had made him two leopard print ties, a small one because he was 7 years old, and a adult sized tie if he wanted to wear it later. Why leopard print you ask, Nanamin loved leopards as a child, that's why.

30. Kento is a man of many interests. Some interests have already been disclosed but this one might seem over the top cliche. He has a knack for photography. It makes sense because photography deals a lot with ratio and given his cursed technique he naturally understands prepectives and angles. Gojo being Gojo, exploits this quality of Nanamin to its fullest, even annoyed Nanamin complies. Half of the Instagram post on Gojo's account are taken by Nanamin. Also his knack for architecture came in handy too. Also...Bonsai ? Yes he loves the idea but hasn't yet come around to practice it.

Bonus : 31. Kento doesn't have a type when it comes to dating. He believes it's pretty spontaneous and doesn't always has to have a set in stone rules to fall in love. As long as they can work together and are compatible he's absolutely satisfied.

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lprww · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Project: Sights

— Sypnosis; ✎ Niki, a student at decelis academy, has a project to fulfil which consists of doing a collage with the photos he takes in the following week. The subject; sights he finds appealing and beautiful. What he didn’t know was that you were going to be apart of them.

— Pairing; Student N. Riki x Student Fem!reader

— Genre/warnings; Fluff, one sided crush, cursing, au, This story is mostly Riki’s pov.

— W.C.; 2k

— A/N; This is my first tumblr ff! Not going to lie it isn't my best, but I hope it's still readable TT. English is not my first language and I apologize if I did make any mistakes (it isn't proofread)! Anyways, enjoy reading ^^

It was now lunchtime, so I sat down in the cafeteria along with the rest of my friend group just like the usual. They were all chatting while I had my mind on something else while eating.

"what's on your mind Riki?" asked Heeseung.

I got back to reality as I felt a nudge from Sunoo.

"Oh, uhm it's nothing."

"Okay..." he eyed me suspiciously "anyways, what was I saying? Ah right, so..."

I returned to eating my food and zoning out at the thought of the girl.

Flashbacks (a few days earlier)

It was the last class of the day and I was sitting down with my bag occupying the place next to me in the back of the class. “I will now assign you a project to complete by next week.” said Mr. Hwang as he wrote in depth information on the chalkboard. “All of you, individually, will have to do a collage with multiple photos that you will take in the span of a week. It can be anything, so you all should get creative and find some nice looking subjects.”

My eyes sparkled at the thought of finally being able to showcase my skills in photography. I looked out the window while thinking of what I could take pictures of.

The bell rang and I got up walking towards the exit of the classroom. It was the end of the day, so I took my things and decided to go to the local park near my place.

While checking my phone, I took notice that this weekend was Mother's day and I decided to get something for my mom in advance which resulted in me going to the flower shop instead, picking out a bouquet, and taking pictures of the flowers for the school project.

Then you walked in.

The sound of the door opening farther away from where I was picked my interest and made me slightly turn my head around as a reflex to take a glimpse of the new customer.

You walked in gracefully with your hair plopping down your shoulders. They were a dark shade of red which matched very well your necklace that adorned your neck wonderfully. For some people you might've looked intimidating, but as soon as you entered the shop, the cashier instantly looked at you with a smile on their face. Then, you both engaged in a conversation which made you laugh here and there. I suppose you failed to notice how long I was looking at you, but how could I not when you were looking so magnificent?

'Hold up... I sound so down bad right now... I don't even know her...' I thought as I mentally slapped myself and looked back at the roses before me to snap a few pictures.

I got up from the crouching position I was in, and decided to head out the store to start organizing my collage at home. Of course not forgetting to pay for the bouquet. and staring at you quietly

+++

I arrived home with the flowers behind my back as I walked towards the kitchen to find my mom cooking food for diner. I tapped her shoulder and handed it to her which she thanked me for. I then went up the stairs to my room and let myself fall onto my bed and daydream of you while wiggling from side to side like a lost cause.

'Am I actually falling in love at first sight like in those kdramas?? No way.'

+++

I woke up to my alarm going off. I got ready to go to school and headed out.

I walked through the main doors of the building and then to my locker where I found Jungwon, one of my friends, waiting for me.

"Yah Riki, what's up?" he asked finding my unusual calm self odd.

"Nothing..." I replied confused by my own feelings.

Jungwon looked at me then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah right... What is it now be honest."

My eyes shifted to his and quickly back to my things.

"I went to the flower shop close to my place yesterday..." I started.

"...And??"

"I saw this girl... I have no idea who she was though..." I continued on talking about the situation of yersterday for a bit and Jungwon just kept looking at me and nodding till realization hit him.

"Can you describe her physical appearances? I might have an idea on who you're talking about... " said the shorter friend.

"Uh... she has dark red hair that are quite long I guess? She also wore a red necklace that matched her hair..." I said confused on why my friend asked me what she looked like.

'Is he trying to tell me he used to like her or something...' I mentally told myself as I subconsciously stared blankly at the ground.

"Yep I know who that is... Actually-" Won said till I shushed him with my hand covering his mouth.

"No don't tell me you like her? Right?" I nervously said while glaring at him.

The guy chuckled and removed my hand from his mouth before speaking.

"No no. I don't like her that way don't worry. You're talking about y/n that popular girl." He stated as I looked away due to my false assumption.

"Popular girl?" I questioned putting back my attention to my friend.

"Yah, you really are clueless huh?" he said jokingly.

"Well sorry for not knowing everyone in school." I said as I rolled my eyes.

Jungwon continued to look at me with a wide smile on his face until I finally looked back at him puzzled.

"Why are you looking at me like that hyung…?"

"Oh Riki... Dear Riki..." he started, inching his face closer to mine.

He closed his eyes giggling then gave me a look of amusement.

"I think you might've fallen in love for the first time" he said smirking.

I gave him a disapproval look which made his smirk grow even more.

“Yep, you’ve definitely fell in love!” He confirmed, jumping around saying it out loud.

The students eyes were on us as I went forward grabbing Jungwon and shushing him.

“STOP. I don’t like her!” I said with a stern look.

“Riki, you do know that you’re currently proving my point right?”

Confused, I took his arm and brought him away from the crowd of people that were around us whispering to eachother.

‘Did I hear that right?’ ‘Riki likes y/n… poor him’ ‘I think he doesn’t know that y/n isn’t interested in dating for now…’ whispered the students to eachother. Fortunately, the two guys were already far away.

“What are you talking about??”

Jungwon eye smiled me and said;

“You’re in denial Riki”

+++

For the next few days, I tried concentrating on the project to finish it before the deadline. However, my mind kept thinking of other things that were irrelevant. You for example. I started to truly consider my friend’s word and seeing you again confused me even more proved Jungwon’s point.

Flashback

As I was walking in the corridor with my music blasting in my ears, I heard a familiar laugh that caught my attention yet again. It was yours. You were with your friends talking about who knows what. At that moment though, your eyes met mine. You smiled at me tenderly while I returned it and quickly spun around embarrassed.

Present

‘Was Jungwon right?’ I kept asking myself. ‘What should I do…’

+++

The time to turn in our projects came along with an announcement from Mr. Hwang.

“The best collage will be exposed on the cork board outside this class for the students to see by tomorrow.”

I kept mentally telling myself that it’d be nice to see mine there while I, like my usual daily routine, walked home.

+++

The next day, I found Jungwon at my locker yet again and decided to turn around and walk in the opposite direction to avoid getting bugged about my ‘first love’.

As I did so, my friend instantly ran up to me and announced something unexpected.

“YAH NISHIMURA RIKI! NICE WORK THAT COLLAGE IS AMAZING!!” He said which which made me gasp.

“Wait… I got chosen??” I questioned as I felt happiness take over me.

“YEP! You should definitely go check it”

I smiled, curious of what it looks like and what others think about it.

Speeding through the groups of students that occupied the hallway, I finally arrived at the board to see my project on it. A sigh of relief escaped my lips before quickly changing to a wide smile as I small jumped around, cheering myself.

“Excuse me?” Said a girl behind me.

“Yes? Do you need something?” I replied not turning around.

“Are you the person that made that?” She asked.

I looked behind me with a smile plastered on my face and my eyes closed and affirmed that it was infact mine.

“Ooh! It’s very beautiful, I love flowers!” Said the student. “I’m y/n!”

“I’m Riki, nice to meet yo-” I chocked on my saliva as I opened my eyes and saw you.

‘Holy shit-’ was the only thing that came to my mind before Jungwon grabbed my arm and smiled at the girl infront of us.

“Hi y/n!” He said smiling warmly.

She smiled back.

“Jungwon, hello!”

I side eyed him so he could notice. Which he did, but that was his plan. To make me jealous and accept my feelings. And of course it didn’t work

It did

“Hey y/n we’ll be back alright, I have to ask something to Won real quick.”

She nodded

“Okay, take your time!”

We left and went a bit further away then I stopped in my track.

“Jungwon, no.” I said furrowing my brows.

He laughed and showed his dimples.

“Just accept your feelings Niki! It’s not that hard”

“Mhm… yeah whatever” I mumbled.

“Huh? What’d you say?”

“Okay… maybe I DO have feelings for y/n.”

I looked down as I could feel myself heating up.

“WOOO finally!!” He said taking me in a side hug. “See? Wasn’t so hard, yeah?”

“If you say so…”

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‘I tried multiple times to get closer to you but I have a feeling that you don’t think the same way of me. We did get closer but I feel like what I feel towards you only worsen considering that you probably won’t feel the same way if I do end up telling you the truth. Maybe this is only a crush and I’ll eventually fall out of love. We’ll have to wait and see. If we should be together, I believe fate will make us meet again one day.’

This was all I wrote before giving up on you, or at least for now, since I had to move back to Japan due to the worsening health of my grandma.

Time skip 5 years later

Finally back in the city of Seoul, I entered my new work place and went to the boss's office to have a talk with him before officially being a worker here. In Japan, I had continued my passion for photography and became even better which influenced my career path decision. I opened the door after knocking to see a man standing up Infront of a desk and another woman who was facing the opposite direction. The head of the company then looked at me and smiled.

"He's here" he said.

"Welcome new worker!" said the woman.

As I switched from looking at the boss to the other female worker, my mouth went agape and so did the woman's.

"Oh! You're Riki right? From school" she questioned still smiling warmly.

'She remembers me…' I mentally told myself.

"Ah! Yes that's me, y/n right?" I replied trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Yep! Glad to see you again" she said.

"Same goes to you"

Looks like we’re back to square one huh? I guess fate really do exists…

THE END

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@neinart asked: 4, 5, 10, 18 and 20 for the Asian QL ask game

Thank you~ 💜

4. Who is your ultimate Asian ql blorbo?

Payu from Love in the Air. I've experienced brain rot over a character before before, but never for this long lol

5. Who is the Asian ql villain you most love to hate?

Jin Guang Yao / Meng Yao from The Untamed. He was so skilled and covert in his evildoings and deception that I had no choice but to respect his game.

10. Which Asian ql couple do you think is under appreciated?

Sky and Paper from Second Chance. Honestly, not just the couple but the series itself is under appreciated in my opinion.

18. You get to pick a side character from two different qls to put in a show as a main pairing--who are you choosing and what kind of story is it?

Boston from Only Friends and Max from Be My Favorite. For the story, I'm thinking the "I'm busy chasing my dreams. Who's got time for love?" trope. They both end up in New York, Boston to study photography and Max to study fashion design with a minor in communications. They meet a few times at parties thrown by their mutual acquaintance. Nothing much comes of it at first, but their relationship evolves into a FWB. Everything's great, but Boston can't help feel a twinge whenever he wakes to find that Max has already left as of he was never there. Why does it matter that he never stays till morning? They both know what this is. Max finishes his program and the time has come for him to return home. Everything's fine. Boston is fine. A couple years have passed and Max is launching one of his largest collections since he established the "For All" fashion house. "Sam, do you have that list of photographers I asked for?" Max calls out from his office. "We need to start shooting these new pieces soon." Sam walks in and hands Max an iced americano. "Sorry for the delay, phi. I just sent sent it to your email. Their resumes and portfolio are attached" He takes a sip of his coffee as he opens the file and begins scrolling. A few pages in, he stumbles across a familiar name and a little smile plays across his lips.

21. We are retelling your favorite Asian ql from the POV of a side character--who is taking over the story and what do they have to say about the mains?

Definitely Plakao's POV from Wandee Goodday. Dee had that man FED UP so I know his commentary would be gold lol

Asian QL Ask Game

#rae replies #ask game #✨nein✨

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dailylittlenightmares · 11 months

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Hello! Me again.

I considered splitting this ask into many, but I do not want to overflood your askbox with JUST my insanely specific requests, so I decided to compile all the things I've been meaning to ask about in a single long ask. Thank you if you choose to reply and even if you don't! Again, I love your blog😊💖💖💖

((Most of these are requests pertaining the Residence chapter, but there's also some stuff from Little Nights 2 that I've been thinking about...))

If I may, I would love to see a close up of this statuette. Since she's always on her pedestal so it's hard to look at her up close.

^ I've already seen the other three thanks to some first person pov gameplay -- Rk gets really close to them to grab them so it's considerably easier. This may be a silly request, but if it's possible then I'd like to see them in high quality as well because... the screenshots I could take of them are really goofy😭

A closeup of the Lady's music box would also be nice!

There's two tables with flowers in the Residence and I've been trying to understand what flowers they are for so long... one is in the room with the petrifying eye, near the little crack in the wall that leads to the small altar with three Lady statues and a flotsam. The other two flowers are on the piano and should be in a vase. I would love to get a screenshot where the color is visible; flower meaning changes drastically from color to color even if the flower is the same🤔

There's also this cage in the room before the piano one... the one where the Shadow Children all decide to attack while RK has to open the door gradually. I'd love to see it up close because it looks like there is a child inside?

This time from LN 2 - the wiki has a picture of a tiny Lady statuette found in the Hunter's house, but I have no idea where to look for it. It'd be nice to see it more up close.

I PROMISE THIS IS THE LAST REQUEST FOR NOW: LN 2 again, in the apartment where the Lady picture and statuette can be found with a . Up near the fridge there should be pictures of the Maw and Guests; every time I try to look for them in our of bounds videos they always look very blurred. I think you could make them look at least recognizable with your photography skills.

Yes these are all mostly Lady centric. Yes I am deranged. Thank you for taking the time to read! 😊

hello!!! i can do all this no worries, but i hope you dont mind if i post these separately and not all at once ^^; ill break my two photos per day rule for some so you dont have to wait too long... thank you again!

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judybasha · 1 year

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Assignment 5

In BBC, The Genius of Photography (2007), snap judgments, episode 6 19:48s, the visuals presented are captured by Seydou Keita, Born in 1921, a Photographer all the way from Bamako, Mali, in a business “portrait studio”. Seydou Keita’s studio is for people who mainly “wanted to have a good picture of themselves”. Seydou Keita’s portrait studio was mainly for locals in his hometown and never thought of expanding worldwide. Usually, people pursue and work for their dreams, but for Seydou Keita, it was completely different, as André Magnin, the curator, came all the way from Europe to Mali, searching for the “unknown photographer” who captured these photographs. Later, Seydou Keita’s agent became Jean-Marc Patras and Emmanuel Pierrat was his copyright lawyer. Seydou Keita is an artist because he spent the entire time he was in Mali working as a photographer in an artistic style, taking one-of-a-kind images, and positioning his subjects in the frame at unusual angles to create outstanding pieces of art. Creating these artistic masterpieces he was skilled at arranging his models (locals in his neighborhood back in Mali) in his own portrait studio between background patterns, foreground objects, and props. The subject, a Malian female citizen, is placed mid-frame to appear more dominant; a patterned background fills the frame and prevents it from looking bland or plain; the hat and shirt she is wearing at one point represent her cultural attire; and finally, various accessories, including bracelets, the chair in the foreground, the hat, and rings, interestingly fill the frame to give the impression that there is more to discover in the frame than just the subject. There is a sense of depth in the frame, therefore I believe the lens used for the medium shot is roughly 50 mm-75 mm. Since it is a medium shot or a medium-close up to be more precise, it is not considered a close-up shot or a full-shot, and the frame is not flattened, so it is not a zoom lens. The light utilized in most of Seydou Keira’s photos is natural lighting. In order to convey a sense of connection, the point of view (POV) is at eye-level with the model who is in the frame. In addition, Seydou Keita is very inventive in how he accomplishes this given that he lacked a thorough understanding of camera angles and positionings.

The genius of photography (2007) : BBC : Free Download, borrow, and streaming. Internet Archive. https://archive.org/details/tGoPhoto/BBC+The+Genius+of+Photography

Just to give you an overview of this portrait's value and importance, the frame I chose to re-make costs about $8,200. https://www.thebetsyhotel.com/seydou-keita

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ulkaralakbarova · 2 months

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Inquisitive journalist Grace Collier is horrified when she witnesses her neighbor, fashion model Danielle Breton, violently murder a man. Panicking, she calls the police. But when the detective arrives at the scene and finds nothing amiss, Grace is forced to take matters into her own hands. Her first move is to recruit private investigator Joseph Larch, who helps her to uncover a secret about Danielle’s past that has them both seeing double. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Danielle Breton / Dominique Blanchion: Margot Kidder Grace Collier: Jennifer Salt Joseph Larch: Charles Durning Emil Breton: William Finley Phillip Woode: Lisle Wilson Arthur McLennen: Barnard Hughes Mrs. Collier: Mary Davenport Detective Kelly: Dolph Sweet Louise Wilanski: Olympia Dukakis Arlene: Catherine Gaffigan …: Bobby Collins Lobster child (uncredited): Cathy Berry African Room Waiter (uncredited): Art Evans Elaine D’Anna (uncredited): Justine Johnston Guard (uncredited): James Mapes Druggist (uncredited): Laun Maurer Extra (uncredited): Bob Melvin Hospital Attendant (uncredited): Burt Richards Film Crew: Original Music Composer: Bernard Herrmann Original Story: Brian De Palma Editor: Paul Hirsch Sound Mixer: Dick Vorisek Producer: Edward R. Pressman Screenplay: Louisa Rose Director of Photography: Gregory Sandor Casting: Sylvia Fay Production Design: Gary Weist Associate Producer: Lynn Pressman-Raymond Associate Producer: Robert Rohdie Assistant Director: Alan Hopkins Key Makeup Artist: Jeanne Richmond Sound Editor: John Fox Sound Recordist: Russell Arthur Assistant Editor: Susan Braddon Movie Reviews: John Chard: Sisters are doing it for themselves… Sisters is directed by Brain De Palma who also co-writes the screenplay with Louisa Rose. It stars Margot Kidder, Jennifer Salt, Charles Durning, Lisle Wilson and William Finley. Music is by Bernard Herrmann and cinematography by Gregory Sandor. When newspaper reporter Grace Collier (Salt) observes what she perceives to be a murder in the apartment across the street from her own, it proves to be the catalyst for a trip down a dark psychologically damaged street. To be honest here, the continuous complaints about De Palma being a Hitchcock clone got boring around about the mid eighties. As Hitch is my personal favourite director it has never bothered me one bit that he homaged and borrowed from the great man’s cannon, in fact I have always found that when on form it was great to have someone like De Palma to keep the suspense thriller genre going. It’s not as if he’s the only one who owes his career to director’s from the past really is it? Sisters is a wonderfully trippy suspenser, where De Palma lifts from some great Hitchcock motifs to portray a clinically edgy story based around an article he read about Siamese twins Masha and Dasha Krivoshlyapova. Infused with technical flourishes such as split screens, POV filming and close quarter framing, the director is donating his own blood for the veins of the piece. Suspense is rarely far away, be it characters in some sort of danger, or the possible discovery of a body, there is no pause for pointless filler fodder. While twists and revelations engage the brain instead of insulting it, something many of today’s horror/thriller directors could learn to “homage” from actually, and a nightmare section of film literally unfurled out of the minds eye is top draw. Herrmann was enticed out of near retirement to score the music, the genre and themes at work in the story ready made for his skilled compositions. The score in all essence is lifted from his own major works for Hitchcock, with added sections taken from Jason and the Argonauts and Mysterious Island, but reworked in such away it drifts a perfectly off-kilter vibe across production. Kidder and Salt do great work in tricky roles, and Finley is suitably edgy. Durning is a little wasted, though, but it’s a small complaint in the acting area. There’s a couple of plot holes and one turn of events that just doesn’t make sense, but this is a prime De Palma thriller a...

#detective #evil #hallucination #insanity #model #murder #Neighbor #Police #psychic #report #Top Rated Movies #twins #Witness

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matthew-rimamate-ardn · 2 years

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2 videos based around 2 different photographer stories: brief summary around the content...

as Video 1: This is the disturbing story behind the iconic "Afghan Girl" :

This video is narrated by a photographer named Tony, he talks about his POV perspective and intake on the worldwide famous photographer named Steve McCurry who took an award winning photo of a Afghanistan girl for the national geographic. based on the story that he told me, I briefly found out about the different aspects and importance's when it comes to taking photos of people. based on what Tony has said and mentioned in the video, It is really important to respect peoples privacy and space, and also respect their culture and beliefs. An example of this would be when McCurry took the award winning photo without getting the Afghan girl’s consent or respecting her culture and traditions such as asking her to take off her Burka and showing her face even though that is a very strict rule in their culture is not to show their face, but McCurry told her to do so anyways.

He also only took a photo of her only because of her visual appearance and her eyes. Tony later on says at the end of the video that “what McCurry did, did not represent journalism, it represented unpaid modelling”. I find this little quote to be very true as he only used her photo just because of the way she looked. He later on used that photo to show a twisted visual representation of the fear of war that was happening in that country, when really the visual photographic representation from that photo was the girl fearing Steve McCurry.

What I've learnt from this first video is that whenever you take a photo of someone whatever the conditions may be, always ask for consent and know your boundaries. Always respect cultural rules/beliefs and never use a unconsented photograph and twist the story to your liking just to input a main title for social media or international publish.

Video 2: Teju Cole interview

The second video talks about another photographer and writer named Teju Cole. he talks about his story and his world of photography. he talks about how he woke up one morning only to discover that he was blind in one eye. he went around to every eye examination clinics in search for help and Later on found out that he had blind spot syndrome. this allowed him to change the way he sees things as a photographer. Teju Cole later on created a book based on a project he was working on called ‘Blind spot” based on his experiences with his eyes being sacred to him and how the intensity of looking at the world, and looking really closely can be washed with the presence of light through his point of view in photography.

based off this video, I really enjoyed how he described some of his photographs that he took, especially when he combines his writing skills with his photography. I also found it very interesting how Teju Cole views photography. He said in one of the sections that "photography is like a miracle, it cannot be fixed, you cant got back and do it, you have to take it in that one moment, and then it emerges as a kind of collaboration with what is given by the world”. What he means by this is that photography is like a one time opportunity for capturing moments, you cant go back and re-do the photo because the photo will change, it will look different then what it originally did. In Teju’s eyes/ world photography is like a miracle to him.

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vellichxrr6782 · 3 years

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happy bf day to my non existent bf kaeya

oh and yes you too king

#[ 💬 vellichxrr rambles ]#pov i have no photography skills #ehe

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graymatters · 2 years

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okok, part 2 of trying to clean up my MFL on AO3. Fun fact: since I started actively trying to reduce my MFL, it's gone from 19 to 20 pages. Too much goodness from Cluefest, what can I say?

There are definitely some sensitive subjects covered in a couple of these fics, so as always, mind the tags! Again, randomly selected fics, short list, long rambling, Drarry unless otherwise specified, let's gooooo.

Check out List #1 here.

1. Euphoria by @thehoneybeet | M, 35k💘 I cannot say enough good things about this fic. So much emotional complexity packed into 35k, a wonderfully cool and competent Unspeakable!Draco (are we seeing a theme here?), and the yearning in this fic....jfc

"If Harry hadn’t already been completely gone on Draco by then, he’d have fallen in love with him all over again.

Thinking about it now was like splitting open an old wound—one that healed crooked and raw and wrong.

He had no idea how to go about patching it up though, so settled for picking at it, wondering whether Draco’s memory of that day differed substantially from his own. The silver wisps of the memory swirled slowly in the jar, offering nothing up for Harry. It was as incomprehensible as the man on the other side of the room."

This had such a unique take on fake dating, getting back together, a case fic, magical theory, ALL THE GOODNESS. And the writing was phenomenal, sucked me right in, I read this entire fic in an afternoon.

2. Precious Memories by ravenclawsquill | E, 18k 👓 This was a revisit from last year's extensive research on fics depicting pensieve memories for my own wireless fic, but this was the first time I'd gotten to just sit down and enjoy rather than looking at it technically. And this one had such unique takes on the memories -- how Draco sees himself versus how Harry sees him are clearly distinguished when they both view the same memory. It's fascinating!

“And besides, your memories are completely inaccurate! You haven’t captured me properly at all – I look like a fucking monster in both of them!”

...

“No, you don’t,” Harry sighed. “You look like a terrified kid.”

And again, this pensieve-repairing, glasses-wearing, dare-I-say-competent-again Draco is perfection, and I adored Harry's friendship with Ginny and Dean.

3. Moonfever by @krethes | E, 3k, Remus/Sirius 🐺 I don't typically read Wolfstar, but when I do, I pick through @krethes' Chronicles of Wolfstar, all of which are phenomenal, even the ones I haven't read yet, I'm sure of it. This fic was gritty and raw and tense and dark and had me sucked right in. I adored this glance into who these two are and how perhaps... skewed? their sense of danger is when everything around them is falling apart.

4. The Critiquer by dysonrules | E, 24k 📸My bookmark just says 'absolutely hysterical.' It's rare for me to literally laugh out loud while reading, but this one got me several times over between the *ehem* explicit gifs, the artwork breaking up POVs, the absolutely ridiculous premise of Draco finding employment by critiquing the quality of not only peoples' cocks that are submitted via mail, but the quality of their photography skills, and Harry's Gryffindor-determination to obtain the Critiquer's validation. Side characters were also a blast with this one -- just so much fun. Don't ask me how I hadn't read this one sooner, I've no idea how it's evaded me, but it was a treat to sit down and laugh for an evening.

#drarry #drarry rec list #drarry fic rec #gray does spring cleaning

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faroutharry · 3 years

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If I Could Fly

Hello all!! Thank you for taking the time to read my second ever piece of writing! I’m still new to this so any reblogs or feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!

I sort of switch between Harry and the readers pov so sorry if it is confusing! Harrys parts are in Italics and the reader is the rest.

summary: Harry and his love get into a fight right before she’s suppose to fly out to NYC for hslot, heavily inspired by ‘if i could fly’ by one direction

word count: 4.6k

warnings: angst, fluff, maybe swearing? i think thats it

I have no idea how it started, but I remember how it ended…

“Well if you feel that way then maybe you shouldn’t even come out here at all”

The words were still ringing in my ears; I tried to convince myself that he didn’t mean it, that he was just frustrated and homesick, but he sounded so sure of himself that I had no other choice but to admit that he meant it.

We never really fight much, Harry and I had been together for as long as I can remember, I was there for everything, even X factor. It was easier back then, when we were younger, being able to just finish school and then essentially travel the world with my then boyfriend (future husband) for free, I say free but I always tried to help out, even helping out the photographers.

Then when the hiatus started, and Harry started writing his solo album, he encouraged me to pursue my interests. So I started applying to jobs in photography and magazines where I could help develop my skills and name more. After helping Harry film in Jamaica I got a few calls from small magazines asking for me to come help at some photo-shoots.

It was perfect for the most part, Harry travelled a bit more to write his first album but he was never gone long and he always came back to me. Even when he toured his solo album, Harry invited me along to be the tour photographer, it took a lot of convincing on his part, but I could never say no to him.

It was all starting to fall apart now…

Harry has just started Love on Tour, and even though I could have chosen to go and be tour photographer again, I opted out to take a big opportunity with Vogue magazine. Harry encouraged me to take it even though it meant I wouldn’t be able to come join him on tour for about 3 months. We both agreed to make time for the other and to fly out to see each other so we would last the 3 months.

Harry is a very spontaneous, go with the flow type person, and it’s honestly one of the things I love most about him, but sometimes another side of Harry comes out. We jokingly call it his ‘Diva’, it happens most when he is stressed out about a show or has had a bad sound check or he is feeling homesick or tired.

I couldn’t tell you the reason for his most resent outburst, but I can tell you one thing, I was on the receiving end of it.

Earlier…

Harry had asked me to call him as soon as I woke up, in regards to my flight to come watch him perform some of his shows, starting in NYC. I was already dreading having to tell him that I probably wouldn’t be able to make it after there was in issue with one of the photo shoots and I was required to re shoot a whole day of photos.

So I was already on edge when the phone started ringing.

“Morning lovie” Harry’s angelic voice sounded through my phones speaker.

“Hi H, how was sound check today?” I tried to prolong the likely uncomfortable conversation bound to happen.

“Yeah it was alright, Couldn’t quite get my notes right in She, but I’m not too worried for tonight, you packed your bag yet? Only 2 more days!!!”

Damn.

“Um H, I actually need to talk to you about that…” I quietly answered his question, waiting for him to be upset. “Lovie don’t even joke- he breathily chuckled –I can’t even handle you joking about that, I really need to see you”

“Harry, I’m serious I can’t even explain how sorry I am, I need you too but...” He cuts in, words slicing me in half “What you talking about? You’re getting on that plane in 2 days honey! I don’t need to hear anything else!” He sounded so furious yet somehow so calm, it honestly scared me a little bit. “There was some issues with one of the shoots and I need to re shoot and I’m sorry H but I’m probably not gonna be able to make the flight…”

I was shocked. I couldn’t stand the silence but I didn’t dare speak, it was like he was waiting for me to say I’m joking, but I never did.

I don’t remember much after that, thankfully, but I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t make me feel any better if I did. All I remember is the tears streaming down my face and the words leaving my husbands mouth...

“Well if that’s the way you feel then maybe you shouldn’t even come out here at all”.

I hung up after that; I couldn’t take the shouting and the foul language coming from the man I felt was my soul mate.

I was honestly shattered, I knew he was going to be sad and maybe a bit angry, but nothing could have prepared me for the degrading words that came out of his mouth. He immediately tried to call me back after I’d hung up, but I turned my personal phone off and started getting ready for work, hopefully if I worked hard and fast enough I could convince my boss to let me leave for New York on time.

After I heard the line go dead, I took a second to breathe before I realised what I had done. I had just screamed at my lovie. My soul mate. My wife. How could I do that?

I knew I was having a bad day the second I slept in and missed an important call, Jeff had already yelled at me for that and from there the day had just gotten worse.

I almost always have a smoothie before warm ups and I decided to try a new flavour and it sucked.

I got my favourite vintage Fleetwood Mac tee caught on a door handle and it ripped a hole in the delicate fabric.

I couldn’t hit any of my high notes in She and to be honest I was close to tears when I heard my wife’s personalised ringtone.

I was trying to hold it all in, knowing I would be with my angel soon enough, knowing she would be able to make everything seem better.

After hearing that she couldn’t make it, it felt like the world was against me, I couldn’t control myself, in my head all I can hear are the horrifying words I had just shouted at my wife. The replay of the fight in my head making me even angrier with myself, I threw my phone onto the bed after my 5 calls had gone straight to voicemail, knowing she had turned her phone off meant that she was truly mad, she didn’t want to talk to me at all.

A text would have to suffice until she decided to talk to me again.

H: I know I messed up. I know saying I’m in a bad mood isn’t an excuse.

H: just please call me when you can

H: I love you x

I tried to put our fight in the back of my mind as I went to find Mitch or anyone to distract me until my lovie replied. Nothing much worked unfortunately. I checked my phone every 2 minutes and after 4 hours of checking, I noticed something that made me feel even guiltier than before…

Read 5:47pm

I didn’t check my phone till my lunch break, a few hours after our phone call, I read his texts and I honestly didn’t know what to respond, I was still furious at him for blowing up at me like that and worse it was about something that I had no control over. Of course I missed him and wanted to see him so bad, if not more than he did.

I decided I’d respond after work when I had calmed down a bit and when I knew what to say.

The day had gone by fast, unfortunately for me I wouldn’t be going home at 5 like almost everyone else. Luckily, I had all the failed photos re done that day and was hoping to get all the editing finished tonight and then they would be ready to be finalised and emailed off tomorrow.

It was around 7:30pm when I finally walked into our London home, the house seemed cold and gloomy when Harry was away touring, but if all went well I wouldn’t need to be here much longer. After all my hard work today my day seemed to be looking up, it looked like I would be able to finalise my photos tomorrow morning and email them off by lunch time.

This meant that I would be able to make the flight Harry had booked for me months ago. The only debate I was having was whether or not I should actually get on the flight, Harry had made it clear that he didn’t think I should come, but I know my husband and I know he was just mad at the time of his comment, but I was hurting too.

After a long internal debate with myself I decided to just send a simple reply to Harrys text, still undecided if I would make it to NYC.

I was lying awake in my tour bus, on the way to New York, unable to fall asleep. Usually my angel would call me when she gets home after she finishes work. I waited and waited, praying she would just call and say anything, even if she shouted and swore at me, I just wanted to hear her voice.

No call.

As I was finally starting to drift off, I got a notification from my phone that didn’t fill me with the confidence that she was coming...

Lovie: Good luck for NYC x

After a lot of deliberation, I was waiting in the customs line at the airport. I had finished my work faster than I had anticipated and really I had nothing else to do for 2 weeks, I already had my time off approved and what else was I going to do, sit around our lonely, cold house and mope for 2 weeks…

After my text to Harry he hadn’t tried to call me, I figured he was still slightly mad I wasn’t coming, despite his texts from the day before, maybe he was mad that I hadn’t apologised or maybe he was mad that I hadn’t called when he asked me to.

I knew going to New York was a bit of a risk, I had no idea how he was going to react and it could end up with me getting right back on a plane to London anyway. I figured I may as well try and patch things up with Harry, otherwise it would be a lonely 2 weeks for me.

I debated whether or not to call or text and tell him that I was coming, but I figured I’d show up, call Jeff and just watch the show from the crowd. I’d talk to him after; maybe the concert would let him get some of his aggression out, if he still had any.

I stared at my phone for a while after receiving her text last night, ultimately I decided not to reply right away, I would reply in the morning with fresh eyes and hopefully a happier wife.

When I woke up the next morning in NYC, I’m not going to lie, I kind of expected another text from my love, anything would have been appreciated. But no, just the same 4 words stared back at me when I checked my phone; I decided to try calling her 1 more time. The phone when straight to voicemail again, the flash backs of our fight were circling in my head as I tried to called again. I should have expected this, I know talking to her like that was wrong, hell it wasn’t even talking, I was shouting at her and she didn’t even say anything she just listened to me go on and on and then ultimately hung up.

Fuck. I had to make this up to her, and the only idea I could think of was kind of out there, but if I know my wife, and I do, It should at least get her to call me.

H: I know I don’t deserve anything from you right now, not after the way I spoke to you, but could you please just watch a live stream tonight.

H: I love you endlessly, just say the word. X

When I got off the plane I only had around an hour before the show started, I was going to be cutting it pretty close for the start of the show but at least I made it. After waiting for my phone to turn back on after the flight, I saw 2 texts from my Harry and honestly it made me feel so glad that I got on that flight. I had an inkling that Harry was about to do something big and risky at his show, I just hoped I didn’t miss it. I needed to call Jeff immediately.

“Wasn’t expecting to hear from you today?” Jeff curiously teased as he answered the phone. “Yeah well neither did I! Listen I need a favour…”

I was nervous, my missus hadn’t replied to my texts and I was freaking out a little. I have never changed the set list this close to the start of a show. All my hope was riding on the chance that even though she was mad at me, she’d still watch my show live streamed like she usually did whenever she couldn’t make it. The show was just about to start and I had just finished finalising all my changes for my surprise that would hopefully make my lovie forgive me.

We’ve obviously had many up and downs being together for as long as we have and along the way she has inspired me to write my best and most favourite songs.

One of those came to be written back in the days of One Direction, my love had just decided to go back to her parent’s house as she had missed them quite a bit and hadn’t seen them in almost a year. We had a little bit of a spat when she told me about her plans, I had offered to fly them out to meet us and she had declined and I had gotten a bit defensive. We resolved it after a few bad days and I was fine with it all, but when she was packing her stuff to leave I got sad and I was a distant the whole day before she left.

We had our bitter sweet goodbye in the hotel room we were sharing and she had quietly said “I’m always a phone call away H” and as tears streamed down both our faces she finished with “I’ll be missing half of me while we’re apart and if you need me just say the word and I’ll be there.” And with that she kissed my cheek and walked out.

After that day I wrote her a song and we both got into the habit of saying ‘just say the word’, a subtle phrase meaning more to each of us than the other even knew.

“HARRY 2 MINUTES TO STAGE”, well here goes nothing.

When I arrived at Madison Square Garden it was packed, my driver couldn’t quite get close enough to the stage doors, so I called Jeff to send some security guards to help me not get trampled. I quickly ran into the backstage doors, looking frantically for Jeff, he stood a good 100 meters ahead in the hall way, holding up a blank sign and waving a large black sharpie. As I thanked Jeff, he was watching over my shoulder as I hurried to scribble words down on the sign. He chuckled when I finished and showed me to the back way into the crowd, I struggled to keep up with him, wondering why he was practically sprinting through the corridors. Harry wasn’t even singing right now so I wasn’t even missing the real show.

When we finally made it to the doors that separated us from the mosh pit, Jeff gave me a thumbs up and gestured to the guard by the door to usher me to the front of the friends and family section at the end of the catwalk. I thank Jeff as I quickly followed after the guard, silently waving to the fans that recognised me and motioned to keep it a secret.

When I got to my spot I was just in time to see Harry start his walk down towards me. He didn’t usually talk during this part of the show but I was too excited to see him to care, I had my sign ready to flash at him when he finally looked my way.

I’m sweating profusely and I think my hands are shaking as I walk down the cat walk to where my wife usually stands when she’s in the crowd, I couldn’t bare to look at the empty space as I got there, so instead I just stared out into the crowd as I started my speech..

“Now I have something a little different tonight” The crowd seemed excited about it, probably hoping I was going to sing ‘To Be So Lonely’ again, as the crowd got quieter, I continued.

“As you all know, my beautiful wife is usually touring alongside me because – a small chuckle sounded through the mic as I finished – well because I can’t stand to be apart from her for that long”. The fans awed and clapped upon hearing this.

“However she was suppose to be joining me a bit later in the tour because she’s so good at her job that they needed her to stay in London to finish her HUGE, new project that she working on, and she was suppose to be here tonight as well for a well deserved break, but well to be honest, I kind of messed up and the details are not needed but I just wanted to dedicate this song to my love, just say the word”.

As the fans screamed in anticipation, the beginning chords of “If I Could Fly” start to play around the arena.

I couldn’t stop the tears escaping my eyes after his speech; he still didn’t know I was standing in my favourite spot, right next to him, waiting for him to notice me. I chuckled under my breath looking at my sign and at our ability to read each other’s minds.

As he started to sing our song, I noticed how sad and shaky he seemed, I couldn’t take it any longer, I needed him to see me and I needed him to know that I forgave him and that I was always going to be here.

I held my sign up high in the air, shaking it around to try and catch his attention. He wasn’t looking at this side of the arena at all, just staring straight ahead to the fans in front of him.

It looked like he was so focused on not crying that he was barely registering all the things around him. I looked around at the fans behind me and walked to the barrier separating me from the regular mosh pit, I see 2 girls dressed in bright flares and Harry’s merch immediately recognise me and I go up to them to ask politely for there help.

I was about half way through my dedication when I noticed I was holding back tears, the rest of the arena coming back into view as I finally centered myself back in the moment.

As I was looking at the fans in front of me, I kept hearing a loud combined screaming of my name coming from my right.

“HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!”

I had fought of the urge to look that way for far too long, I finally gave up and turned to the side and I swear my heart melted in that moment. Standing there right in front of my eyes was my beautiful wife holding up a sign that said

“FOR YOUR EYES ONLY ;)” with an arrow pointing down at her.

She had the biggest smile on her face and tears streaming down her face as she sung along with me. I had to fight the urge to run down and cuddle the crap out of her.

I almost missed my cue to come into the final verse of the song, as I finished off the song I wrote for the girl standing in front of me, everyone and everything else in the arena turns into nothing and all I see is my soul mate staring right back at me, screaming the words with me.

I hadn’t even noticed the tears sliding down my face until one landed on my hand and I quickly wiped them away, she giggled at me and I saw her mouth the 3 words I’ll always want to hear from her “I love you”.

I’m missing half of me,

When were apart,

Now you know me,

For your eyes only,

For your eyes only

As he was finishing the final lines of the song, his eyes never leaving mine, I could sense he was really trying to tell me that this is what he means. This song encompasses everything that he feels when we aren’t together and even if sometimes he can’t convey that with his words I know he will always feel it.

After the final words of the song, I finally see him smile and he gestures his head at me, motioning towards back stage. I smiled back at him as I nod my head and go to find the security guard again to escort me back stage.

As he talks to the crowd, as if that the song didn’t happen, as if all the fans didn’t hear him dedicate and sing that song to me while he cried, I feel his eyes watch me the entire way back to the doors leading back stage, before I let the doors part us again, I turn around and hold up my sign one more time.

He catches my sign and with a playful grin he winks at me and says something that surprises everyone in the stadium.

“Thank you very much for letting me switch it up folks, but I think I’m gonna need a quick 2 minute break, I drink a lot of water you know”

I laugh through the urge to run after my wife, I start the way back towards the middle of the stage, dropping my mic back into the stand before whispering in Mitch’s ear “I’m gonna be super quick, keep them entertained” I jokingly laughed with Mitch before making my way down the stairs and running off to search for my wife.

I hurried down the long hallways and everyone who saw me moved quickly out of the way, I turned a corner and there she was right at the end of the corridor, standing in front of me with tear stained cheeks that matched my own.

We both practically sprinted to meet each other in the middle, her arms going around my neck and her legs wrapping around my hips. I spun her around and almost squeezed the life out of her.

“I missed you so much lovie” the words were so quiet I wasn’t sure she would hear them.

“I missed you more H” She pulled her head out of my neck and looked at me, tears were starting to spill from her eyes again and I had to put her feet back on the ground so I could wipe them away.

“No more tears darling, I’m so sorry lovie I didn’t mean any of it I swear I always want you around, I need you around and I -” I started rambling words at her and she just softly smiled at me and kissed me just to shut me up. “I know H, I know, we’ll be alright” she chuckled as she said the second part, loving that she was able to sneak in another reference to one of my songs.

“Just say the word lovie, you know I’d give all this up, you just got to ask.”

I looked longingly into my wife’s eyes, waiting for a sign that that’s what she wanted.

Hearing him say those words was not a first time occurrence for us, he actually says them a lot to remind me, and I think himself, that I’m worth more than all the songs, all the fans and all the fame. I smiled up at him through happy tears.

“H I love you, but you and I both know I’m never gonna ask you to do that, I love you being up there almost as much as you do, I love watching you be yourself and singing your heart out and nothing is ever going to change that. Just like nothing is going to change the fact that I love you and I’m not going anywhere, whether you like it or not!”

I watched as he beamed down at me, his famous grin widening on his face, “I love you more than you know, I’m missing half of me when we are apart darling” he laughed as he kissed the top of my head. I giggled at him and lent up to kiss his lips, as we part he leans his forehead against mine and I get to stare back at my favourite green irises.

“I think there are some people waiting for you H”

I was itching to get into my dressing room after the show finished, knowing that’s where my wife would be waiting for me. I quickly thanked the band and all the back stage people as I started to make my way back to my room. I stopped when I saw Jeff off to the side, I ran up behind him and gave him a big hug.

“Thank you, I don’t know what you did tonight but I know you did something, so thank you”. Jeff laughed as I let him go and as I was running off in the direction of my dressing room I hear him say “Hopefully with your missus around you wont turn into a diva anymore”, I just stuck my finger up at him as I rounded the corner.

I finally made it back to the room that had ‘HARRY’ stuck to the front of it, as I opened it I saw the only thing that I would ever want to see in here after a show.

My gorgeous wife lying across the small couch with her legs all squished up to fit her whole body on there, I figured she came straight from the airport so I’m not surprised she’s already asleep.

I quietly strip out of my stage clothes and change into a clean pair of shorts and a band tee from earlier today, when I’m finished I crouch down in front of my lovie’s face and softly kiss her all over until she slowly wakes from her slumber.

As she peaks open one eye, I giggle at her as I ask “You ready to get going lovie?” and I wasn’t prepared for her reply, grinning as it fills my heart with love.

“I’d go anywhere with you”.

“Really? You’d go anywhere? Anywhere at all?”

“Yes H, I’d go to LA, I’d go to Jamaica, I’d go to Mars, I’d even just go back to our home in London, I’d go where ever you go”

“Oh angel, you are my home”

THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR!!!!! Sorry if the ending is a little cheesy, i couldn’t help my self! Please feel free so send me feedback or requests and pretty please reblog and like!!! xoxo

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hi there, I accidentally saw your post on my timeline and i got interested to ask this to you. What's your opinion about my placement. It'll be so interesting to find your POV on it. My placement:

Sag sun (8H), Cap moon & venus (9H), Libra mars (6H), Scorpio mercury (7H), Aries rising, Taurus saturn Rx (1H), Gemini Jupiter Rx (2H)

Thank you so much and have a great year!🙏💙

You are probably financially knowledgeable about investments and stocks, and are disciplined with your spending.

Excellent public speaking skills?

You have lots of secrets, both about yourself and others.

If you deem something unfair, you will not partake

Enjoy helping others when you can

Were you at one point in your life obsessed with the idea of being famous?

You feel responsible for making those around you happy

As much of a jokester as you may seem to be with your friends, you take love and relationships VERY seriously, although you may put a relationship on hold to better yourself first.

You love learning about different cultures within the world and exploring new lands

Most likely fully aware of the power you have over others at all times, which is why you feel responsible for their well-being.

“Don’t knock it til you try it”

Probably into photography. Either taking the pictures yourself or feeling inspired by others photos.

Workaholic but will make sure to plan vacation time

You want a solid career before you have anythitn serious going on in life

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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 1 (writers)

motivation - so in true me fashion and my aversion to brevity, i've made three (3) posts (see also artists, gifs/edits) to celebrate the wonderful people in this fandom who have made my jatp tumblr experience what it is; a community of people who simply shout into the void about their love of a ghost band and their fearless female leader. i've enjoyed simply being on the sidelines admiring everyone's love for the show, but i thought this would be a good time to really show my appreciation for all these wonderful people, because if i've learned anything from this pandemic, it's that there is NEVER a wrong time to tell someone that they are simply ✨the best✨.

disclaimer: i don't interact with most of these people personally and i simply absorb their content from afar and scream about how wonderful they are in the tags.

This list kind of became a fic rec, so if you're looking for some wonderful fics to read (or reread), I've also included my favs from the author here as well.

Okay this is gonna get a little long so please bear with me. But I just wanted to preamble this by saying that the fanfiction written by the jatp fandom is what resparked my love for reading fiction after about 3-4 years of not reading for leisure (be an adult they said. it'll be fun they said.). So I'm really grateful for that? I don't interact with a lot of people, just because it makes me a little anxious, but I will constantly yell about your content in the tags as if I were on a set of bleachers with a megaphone.

I also know there are so many wonderful fic writers out there (on Tumblr and not on Tumblr) that make amazing pieces of work, and this is just a tiny peek into that, and is not at all conclusive.

Without further ado here are some writers who live rent free in my head, in alphabetical order, so feel free to just skip to your name to avoid my rambling:

@bluefirewrites -> your Merry Ex-Mas fic had me on the edge of my seat every single time you updated. I am so in love with how you wrote the characters into this and at how many words you churned out for this fic. This was filled with so much adventure, and it was really welcome during a time when the world wasn't allowed to travel. And I simply love all the other drabbles and fics you write, but I especially enjoy the hilarity of Ray Molina, Crime Scene Photographer and Matchmaker.

@captainkippen -> I'm pretty sure Love Drunk was one of the first fics I ever read in this fandom. Your stories and your writing feel so goddamn real and I find myself so immersed in the worlds that you've created. I have reread most of your jatp fics and I still manage to find myself stupidly grinning at my phone each time. Your stories flow so easily and are such perfect characterizations of the characters we know from the show, but elevated to fit into your verse. I cannot say enough how wonderful your writing is and how talented you are!! (also a slight nudge that I am still very much following along with The Key and the Crown and I hope you continue it!)

@catty-words -> Your???? Exhaustive??? Music??? Lists???? The amount of work and dedication and microanalyzing that you put into pulling out every detail from each scene is so admirable. You not only manage to find the details, but you also give us EVIDENCE via your intricately selected gifs. You could've just put the video of the performance, but no, you take your time to find that specific 1 second shot to emphasize your point. And your little fics that you sometimes throw out into the world? They're so beautiful, and so fun to read and I enjoy them so much! (I am STILL screaming about this band's a snack) Thank you for validating my yelling in the tags, and for feeding my hyperfixation to this show. (I'm sad these lists are ending soon, but it's about the journey ya know?)

@lydias--stiles -> I don't even know what to say here because I've yelled so much about your fics that I feel like there's really nothing else to yell. Your Road Trip AU was also one of the first ones I read in this fandom, and really just made me go absolutely feral. Pretty sure I absorbed the rest of your fics in an ungodly amount of time and I just simply think you are incredibly skilled and talented. Every time you post a new fic I always wonder what it's like to be in your head because the ideas you come up with are so unique and so well thought out. Thank you for all the art you create for this show, I will constantly be in awe of you. (Special shoutout to the 5+1 fic that became a 31 chapter monster)

@pearlcaddy -> This list would not be complete if I didn't mention you. First of all, thank you for suggesting this wonderful week, it has been so lovely to see so much love being spread around today. Secondly, I never thought I'd find myself reading a Buffy or a Wizarding World crossover fic, considering I know nothing about those two things. And yet I found myself on various nights after work at 3 in the morning just silently screaming and/or crying into my phone. Your writing is so insane. Your world building is so insane. Your banter/dialogue is insane. The way you capture the love between Julie/Luke in different universes is so perfect. Thank you for gifting us these beautiful pieces of art, and I hope you know that you have at least made one person (me) a very happy reader. I also really admire your dedication to "this will only be a oneshot", only to write like 4 other POVs for it. (Special shoutout to 100 Bad Days)

@ruzek-halstead -> Literally every single fic you have written lives rent free in my head. The way you've managed to build this universe of different Julies and Lukes, and each one still captures the essence of them is astounding. You've extended their characters beyond what we know from the show and I am just in awe of everything you write. Please know that dead of night is both triggering to me and yet the most hilarious thing I have read. (Special shoutout to the Fake Dating Christmas AU and of course the Cinderella Story AU)

@serendipitee -> Your stories and your writing are absolutely magical. I think Write It Down was one of the first multi-chapter fics that I followed super closely and whenever you updated, I would literally drop what I was doing and read it instantly. You have such a way of building the plot and the characters for all of your fics and drabbles, and making the reader just want more. Please know that I am so obsessed with Oh, She Waltzed With the Dead and I cannot wait to see where you take the story!

@sunsetcurbed -> I have no words for your writing. I am simply in awe every time I read something from you. The way you've got down Alex and Willie's voice to a tee is so crazy good. You write their characters and their stories with such grace and care, especially with how you approach the topic of mental health. Thank you for all the research you do and for also writing in your own experiences. I literally binged the Princes Diaries AU during work and lost a good half day to it, and I regret nothing because that fic left me in SHAMBLES. I secretly adore the way you say you're going to keep a fic short, and end up writing an insane amount of words for it. (I have not yet left my obligated long-ass comment on Chapter 4 of the College AU yet because I am still processing the fate/destiny concept.)

@tangledstarlight -> Gahh. Rosie. Please. This is going to sound a little repetitive considering I just screamed at you last night, but now I guess I will just have to publicly confess my adoration for you!!! Thank you for being my first online friend in a very long time, and for putting up with me yelling at you about everything (and also nothing at the same time). I can't believe all it took was one message about your Royals AU for you to post it, but I will gladly take that credit any day. You are so so so incredibly talented with your writing, and your ability to transport me to another world while I read your fics is unparalleled. I adore the way you can come up with a new story to write every day, and then proceed to throw it into your pot of other WIPs. I am so so so so lucky to have gotten to know you and am incredibly grateful that I now have someone to cry about everything with 🧡 (If you read anything from Rosie, you need to read her Seasons/Long Distance Juke "friendship" fic and the Reggie x Photography oneshot that made me bawl my eyes out.)

@thedeathdeelers -> No thoughts. Just soulmates. Jk jk, you know I love your Reggie x Ray x Carlos fics, and I will scream in the tags about it until the day I get more of those fics from you. This is lowkey a threat, but wrapped in kindness. You are so wonderful to see on my dash (albeit scary at times because of the sheer amount of headcanons and theories running through your head), but you radiate such positive energy that it's impossible to not want to jump in and scream about soulmates with you.

Some special mentions to fics that also live rent free in my head:

@sunsetsandcurves wrote a Willex Cruise Ship AU inspired by a Simple Plan song and it’s something I never knew I needed until I read it.

@phantom-curve wrote a Juke fic based off of Coney Island and I would just like to say, yes, it did shatter me. (Here’s the fluff sequel that makes up for it though)

@unsaidjulie wrote the Juke dog fic of my dreams and I simply cannot express how much I want the Molina’s to have a dog now.

@pawprinterfanfic managed to get me incredibly invested in a Star Wars AU even though I know absolutely nothing about Star Wars. I just know that I would die for two (2) space boys.

@sanssssastark your Later universe made me realize that I do very much want there to be more mature content for this fandom (and you constantly deliver).

@theobligatedklutz wrote a Tangled Willex AU that makes me screech every time there’s an update. Just read it.

@alexthedrummerboy your talent knows no bounds when it comes to your Social Media AU. Also she’s written ORIGINAL songs for Alex and Willie?!?!?!

@gennified has this really wonderful modern take on pride and prejudice for Willex and I’m so obsessed with how much miscommunication there is.

@bananaleaves okay, I just found your Tumblr today, and I know you don’t know me in any capacity, but allow me to scream about THIS FIC RIGHT HERE. If anyone in this fandom is to read ANYTHING, it’s this fic. This was one of the best things I’ve read in a long time and absolutely wrecked me. Please just read this.

This turned out WAY longer than it was supposed to, and I’m SO SORRY. (I also tried to make sure I got everyone’s pronouns right, so PLEASE let me know if they’re wrong!) A final sincere thank you to everyone in this fandom who writes. Your talent knows no bounds. Gonna stop talking now before this becomes an essay....

#jatp fanworks appreciation week #fic rec #if i realize that i've missed someone i'm gonna bite the bullet and send an ask to you okay. i will not let my anxiety STOP ME FROM #YELLING HOW MUCH I LOVE PEOPLE'S WRITING!!#idk what else to tag this other than i genuinely think this show saved my mental health and so have all the fic writers.#gonna post this now before i chicken out oky aklfwjepofae #motivation monday

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