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landograndprix · 8 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ vii

part six - part eight

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ life goes on and it's up to you to decide who stays and who goes.

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ reader really growing and living her best life like she should. Spelling mistakes add character 😉 if you haven't been tagged, know that I either wasn't able to tag you or simply forgot to add you to my list, I'm not ignoring you, please send me a message if i did!

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y/nusername

📍 Nice, France

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y/nusername life. 🐠

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charlesgirlies can you tell zoë to stop growing so fast? 🥺

yukisan who's the other girl?

↳ bott_ass their nanny

yukisan since when?

bott_ass girl how should I know? 😭

norry4 cutest little kid on the block 😍

milliexoxo ❤️

mrsnorris once again lando hanging out with them..

↳ norrizz okay and?

mrsnorris what about Charles? How would your bf react if you hang out with anorhers guy all the time?

norrizz pretty sure they broke up

mrsnorris sure because you know them personally right?

norrizz no girl because in one if her vlogs she's moving, she now lives in Nice without Charles or is that something couples do nowadays??

chilisainz so what if her and lando hang out, they're good friends! You should follow y/n a bit more before you judge them..zoë adores lando and the other way around. They're good friends

hamilt44n can't wait for bahrain in two weeks, hope I get a chance to meet you!

yourmumsuser my beautiful grand baby 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

landonorris we did in fact find nemo 🐠

↳ y/nusername and now we've lost dory :(

milliexoxo we'll have to go to the aquariums again to look for her!

norrislandooo stop it why is this so cute?! 😭

charliecharlie who's millie?

norrislandooo their nanny

charliecharlie why she look so young?

norrislandooo idk lmao y'all Charles girlies so obsessed with y/n and all the people she's hanging out with

milliexoxo I'm 19 that's probably why I look so young, thanks 🤩

norrislandooo oh god, she's one of us 😭

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y/nusername

📍 bahrain

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y/nusername week 1. 🇧🇭

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yourmumsuser my pretty pretty grandbaby ❤️❤️❤️

norry4 y/n back on the tracks LFGOOOO

julieeeexo zoë is such a cute little thing 🥺

milliexoxo my cute little gurlfriend is stealing the show 😍

↳ landonorris just like her mum

norrizz lando norris get out of here, stop trying to flirt with the milfs for gods sake 😂

manon_roux ma petite princesse me manque :( (missing my little monkey)

bott_ass can't wait to see you and jenson judge Danica on love tv 😍

↳ hamilt44n honestly can't wait for y/n to shut Danica up

charliecharlie I don't think jenson would've survived another season without y/n 💀

charles_leclerc ma jolie princesse ❤️ (my pretty princess)

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📍 Saudi Arabia

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y/nusername week 2. 🇸🇦

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milliexoxo okaaaasy mom 😍

↳ y/nusername 😐

charlesgirlies millie >>>>> noelle

bott_ass millie >>>> manon

charlesgirlies millie is queen <3

milliexoxo stop it, the fame will get to my head 😇

hamilt44n is zoë always so happy? 😭

norrizz okay girl, I see the subtle hints 👀

↳ norry4 the nails 😭

charles16 they're orange not mclaren colors..

norry4 same thing to me 😭

charles16 y'all reaching too much, she's still with charles

norry4 it's alright bestie, I've been living in delulu land too, I'll help you through it

yukisan I love you mother, I hope you know that 🥰

landonorris amazing photographer, could you tag him?

↳ y/nusername @.lando.jpg

landonorris nice, great guy that is

landonorizz YOU'RE TELLING ME LANDO TOOK THAT SEXY ASS PICTURE?!

luhamilton I bet they make sex tapes 👀

landonorrizz only fans when??? 👀

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Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-com @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki @dark-night-sky-99 @sheslikeacurse @nerdreader

Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife @harrysdimple05 @minkyungseokie @pretty-little-bunny382728 @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @severewobblerlightdragon @cherry-piee @namgification

Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew

#lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x you #charles leclerc x you #lando norris #charles leclerc #lando norris fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 x reader #lando x reader #charles x reader

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lakanakana · 2 years

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tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by: the sexy beast @thatlittledandere

Currently reading: a couple of manga I have on my anilist “reading” and “paused” lists, my faves being Otoyomegatari / The Bride Stories (a slice of life story about Central Asian women and their lives centering around marriage and chores etc and IT’S GOOD IDK HOW BUT IT IS AND I AM GAY FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM and I know that like only 2 of them might be queer but still. I am having less bean thoughts for them) and Tongari Boushi no Atelier / Witch Hat Atelier (a fantasy story about a girl finding out that witches cast their magic just by drawing runes - yet they keep this a secret from the general populace - and she’s about to start a shitshow about it from the looks of it)

Favorite color: ourple.......

Last song: not counting the song on Dandere’s post, it’s Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait bc I’m obsessed with the shitty cgi in that vid and also the lady looks so 80s that I’m starting to bite my lip. She would probably drop and flop like a fish on dry land if she time travelled to the present day.

Last movie: Moeru Butsuzou Ningen / The Burning Buddha Man which was... uh. and experience. I watched it bc an acquaintance said that it’s his fave movie. Basically some girl’s parents get violently murdered right in front of her eyes by some Buddha statue and she goes into the fucking afterlife or something for revenge, only to slowly become a Buddha statue(?) herself.

Currently working on: fan art piece that I’ll be posting when the stars align. Fr I started it before christmas (I think?) and then just forgot about it bc it was harder than I expected and also I had to finish my courses, work on a coding project and most of all my mom was hospitalized somewhere around the new year’s eve and she passed away last week which has just halted my ability to even properly take care of myself or my apartment tbh. Yesterday I had a random inspiration to tidy up my room so that you could see the floor and idk I’m taking my time to recover.

for tagging I’ll pick the last 9 people from my notes >:3c @manillaroad @pajunkissa @flyinginanimeheaven @solemnrosary @mas-arte @moltenmountain @wizardchampion @stunks (i know that your Thing™ is like cute little animals but this is what you get for interacting with me) @parsakaalimato

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escapewriter · 4 years

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Lover

pairing : vernon x reader

synopsis : love makes you do crazy things, except this wasn’t really crazy for him. he’s just a man in love who’s willing to do it all for you.

genre : fluff, like a lot of fluff, humor

word count : 3.6k

warnings : none

posted : 2/17/21

a/n : ty ty to @woozisnoots for beta reading. i really needed it or it would’ve sounded so awkward so tysm alex <3 and HAPPY VERNON AND SEOKMIN DAYYYY. tell me why this took me almost a month to write even though its like... eh. neway, I HOPE YALL ENJOY, it has that princess and the frog vibe.

TAGLIST : @vibecheckvernon @beomiebear5 @lightoflife @skylions-den @noniesgirl @woozisnoots

won’t let me tag : @pandora1834

send me an ask/dm if you would like to be on the taglist

pieces of love masterlist // playlist // main masterlist

‘Letter 355’ was written in big letters on the front of the envelope. You sat on the bed as you tore the sealed flap open. Vernon has been writing you small notes ever since your 6th year anniversary. This is the first real letter you’ve gotten because before, it was simple post-it notes, and as your 7th year together approaches, you can’t help but wonder what he has planned this time.

You took out the paper, unfolded it and scanned his messy handwriting. You smiled as your fingertips touched the ink on the paper. You began to read:

Ma Belle,

I hope you will have a wonderful day today. Are you surprised you’re getting a letter instead of a post-it note? You probably are lol. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the messy handwriting, I had to leave early this morning and didn’t have time to write neatly, or spell correctly so if you see some typos, you didn’t (cue the clown emoji).

Also, a heads up, I may be returning home late due to the guys wanting to hang out, so if you need me, call me. And yes, I’ll text you if I have to stay at one of their apartments and I’ll text you when I leave. I know the drill ;)

Please be safe today, and you know MY drill don’t you? It’s the exact same thing I said above, HA! So, text me when you leave the house and when you arrive at work. I can’t wait to see you again (even though we live together). I love you Ma Belle. Just 10 more days!

Love, Vernon

You smiled at the nickname he had given you as you felt the familiar rush of fireworks erupt in your stomach, hugging the letter close to your chest. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have a man like Vernon. He took time out of his day for almost a year just to write you a letter every morning so you could wake up happy. He is an absolute crazy man for doing this.

You folded up the letter and carefully placed it back in the envelope. You went to your desk, grabbing the photobook on the shelf and opened it, seeing where you kept all his notes for the past year. You flipped to a page and inserted the letter in an empty slot. You closed the book and placed it on the shelf once more, looking at it as you thought about how he was capable of doing something like this for a whole year, who knows what he has planned for your anniversary.

Vernon has a lot planned actually. He is going to keep writing you letters every morning before he goes to work, but on the day of your anniversary, it’s going to be a little different and he couldn’t wait for that day to come.

He walked alone, glancing into the stores that he passed as he waited for the call. He turned around and began to head back to where he came from before, feeling the buzzing of his phone. He looked at the screen and answered.

“Hey Shua, are you guys done?” He bit his lower lip a bit, hoping they got what he had asked for. He heard his friend sigh on the other end of the line.

“Hell yeah we got it.” Letting out a breath of relief, he nodded as he listened to Joshua tell him to return back to the car so they could go and eat. Hanging up, he walked quickly back to meet up with his friends.

He could not wait for the day to come.

You saw ‘Letter 360’ taped to the refrigerator when you reached the kitchen to prepare yourself breakfast. You had only received small notes like before ever since ‘Letter 355’, so you were a bit taken aback because you simply thought that he wrote a long letter due to his busy schedule that day. You weren’t sure what to expect of this though as he told you the night prior that he would be home before dinner.

You tore the flap of the envelope and took out the paper, quickly unfolding it as you began to read his messy handwriting:

Ma Belle,

Did you sleep well last night? I hope so because then I’ll feel bad for not being able to be there with you to make you feel better :( But!!! I hope this will make your morning a bit brighter if it wasn’t already. Inside the microwave are some pancakes that I made Mingyu bring for me because I would’ve burnt them. But they’re probably cold so you have to heat it up. There were 4 in total but I was hungry and ate one hehe.

Anyway, I’ll see you in a few hours, Ma Belle. Stay safe at work and text me! I love you!

Love, Vernon

You felt the warmth creep up in your chest as you grinned, rereading the letter again. Although this made you incredibly happy, you couldn’t help but think about what you could do better for Vernon in this relationship. You never want him to feel as if he was the only one putting effort.

After making a quick decision, you put the letter back in the envelope and brought it to your room, placing it in an empty slot of the photobook. You went back out to the kitchen and heated up the pancakes Vernon had mentioned, deciding that you will make a small trip to the store after having breakfast.

Unknowingly, you walked down the same path Vernon had the day he went out with his friends secretly without telling you. You passed multiple stores as you racked your brain for some sort of idea on what to get him. You already had your anniversary gift planned out for him, but that’s a secret that you have been keeping from him since day one. You just hope he doesn’t go searching for the photobook.

You walked slowly, glancing into stores to get some sort of idea before stopping in front of a jewelry store. You hesitated knowing that Vernon never wanted you to spend so much money on him, but look at where you are. You decide to tell him it’s an anniversary gift instead of just giving it to him tonight so that way he wouldn’t get mad at you. Yeah, that’s a better plan.

As you enter the store, your eyes immediately go to the locked glass cases of beautiful jewelry. Maybe you should’ve thought this through because you had no idea what to get him. Looks like guessing is the best bet for you.

You made it home from work just before Vernon got home. Quickly, you went to your room and took the box out of the bag and placed it behind the photobook. You disposed of the bag, making sure that Vernon wouldn’t spot any evidence of the fact that you spent a lot of money on him.

You were now in the kitchen, looking to prepare something for dinner before the front door opened with your boyfriend coming in with bags in his hand. You smiled and quickly met him at the door, grabbing a few bags before kissing his cheek.

“You bought dinner? I was planning to make something for you.” He smiled warmly and led you to the dining room, placing the bags on the table. He quickly kissed your cheek before holding one of your hands.

“Ma Belle~” The teasing sound of his voice echoed in your ears as you smiled widely, shying away a bit before you felt the tips of his fingers move your head to face his again, “You don’t have to cook for me tonight. Let’s just relax and enjoy the food I bought, how does that sound?” You stared into his hypnotizing eyes, the warmth in your chest rising as you nodded your head with a smile.

“Okay! Let's get some plates!”

You woke up to an empty bed, confused as to why Vernon wasn’t next to you. Sitting up straight, you looked at your night stand, searching for the familiar post-it note or envelope. You thought that maybe it was something similar to the letter 5 days ago where you found it taped to the fridge.

You stretched out your arms, yawning in the process as you heard your phone buzz on the table. Unplugging it, you opened your messages and spotted a familiar name. Boo Seungkwan.

‘You home?’ You didn’t know why he was texting you at this time, he was usually asleep. And he knows that it’s your anniversary with Vernon today, so you were confused as to why he was asking if you were home.

‘No. I’m with Vernon.’ Obviously you lied to try and get out of any sort of event he may have planned just so you can eat a small breakfast and get ready for the day. You just have to find Vernon’s note.

‘Bullshit. I’m with Vernon right now.’ Your eyes widened, a scowl appearing on your face as you questioned why Vernon was with Seungkwan instead of you. ‘Why are you with Vernon? Where are you guys?’

On the other side of the phone, Seungkwan was panicking. He knew that you weren’t with Vernon because Vernon was with Joshua setting up everything for your anniversary.

He looked around the room, thinking of an answer to come up with before Chan walked in, “Seungkwan? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be distracting them for Vernon?” He tossed his phone to the younger, eyes filled with fear and uneasiness. Chan read the messages and laughed, “Vernon will kill you if you don’t pull this off. Good luck!” Seungkwan groaned as he decided to just show up at your home and keep you occupied.

You stared at the messages, expecting him to answer but received nothing. You sighed and just locked your phone, mind now set on looking for the letter. Every step you took to look into a room, your fingers were crossed in hopes that you would find any sort of evidence that Vernon has left for you. Plopping onto the couch, you thought that maybe he just forgot to write today, but it didn’t make sense since he wrote everyday for a whole year without forgetting. Even in previous letters, he would count down the days until it was your anniversary. It just didn’t make any sense.

You heard the doorbell ring, an ounce of hope in your heart as you thought that it could be Vernon. He has a key to the house. You sighed and got up from the couch as you went to the front door, unlocking it with a click and opening it.

Your eyes met Seungkwan’s and it immediately turned into a glare. “I thought you were with Vernon, hm?” He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck.

“I lied.”

“I can see that.” You stepped to the side, making way for him to enter your house. You watched him sit on the couch as you closed the door and locked it. “What are you doing here, Seungkwan?”

“Uhm— Did you eat breakfast?” You saw his hands wipe down against his jeans, a nervous habit he had that you picked up on throughout your years of friendship.

“No I didn’t. And you avoided my question—”

“You haven’t eaten?” He stood up abruptly, determined to keep you distracted until lunch time, “Come on, lets cook some breakfast for you!” He turned towards the kitchen with you following closely after him after rolling your eyes and just letting it slide, thinking that maybe Vernon put him up to this.

Seungkwan sighed in content after finishing up his food, his eyes moving to meet your hard ones. “Seungkwan,” His eyes went to look around the room, just as long as they weren’t at you, “Seungkwan, stop avoiding eye contact.” He looked back at you, his lips pursed and throat feeling dry. “I have so many questions, but I won’t even bother at this point.” You shook your head and took your plate and his, bringing it to the sink and began to wash them.

As you were washing, you heard your name fall from his lips, “I can wash them, you have to go get ready.” Your head shot up, eyes looking to the side but your head staying in place.

“Get ready how? Where are we going?”

Seungkwan got up from his seat and stood next to you, “Don’t play dumb. Do you want your letter or not?” Your eyes lit up, nodding as you turned off the water and quickly went into your room to wash up and get ready.

“Thank you Seungkwan!”

You sat in the car with the radio gently playing in the background. A comfortable silence fell upon you and Seungkwan, who was in the driver's seat. You remembered to bring your gift as you looked at the large bag sitting on the floor between your legs. You checked the time on your phone, seeing that it was almost lunch.

“Wow, if Vernon planned a lunch, I’m glad you ate most of the breakfast food.” You out the window, giggling with Seungkwan.

“That was the whole point of me eating all the food. I had to keep you busy for a few more hours.”

You sighed and nodded your head in understanding, turning your head to look at the side of his face, “Where are we headed to anyway?”

He glanced away from the road to look at you for a split second before lifting up his hand, his pointer finger placed on his lips as he made a ‘shh’ sound. “It’s a secret.”

“Well can you tell me if it’s far? I kind of want to take a nap.”

“Go for it, but don’t get mad when I wake you up.”

Your eyes fluttered, feeling the cool breeze against your skin as goosebumps rose. You opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriend standing next to you with the car door open. He flashed his gummy smile, holding his hand out for you to take, “Ma Belle~”

You looked down at the floor as you placed your hand in his, stepping out of the car with your bag and present in hand. “Where have you been Vernon Chwe?”

You smiled cheekily at him to which he shrugged with a teasing smile, “I’ve been doing things.”

You began to smile, looking at your interlocked fingers as he led you to a familiar area. You scanned the place, seeing the light of the sun reflect off the little lake that you knew all too well. Your hand tightened in his grasp causing him to stop walking and to turn to look at you, “What’s wrong?” You pouted, puppy eyes boring into his as he smiled softly.

“You took me here? I thought this place became private property and people weren’t allowed to be here.” He laughed softly and brought up his hand, placing his pointer finger against his lips.

“Shhh, we’re not.” Your eyes widened as you hit him with your bag and he laughed, “I’m kidding, I talked to the owner and they were fine with it, come on, let’s go.”

He brought you over to a picnic setup, the tall tree providing you shade that can cool your down from the scorching sun. You both sat down on the blanket, looking out to the lake with the mini table in between. You sighed in content, your eyes never leaving the shining lake, “Vernon this is incredible. I’m so happy you were able to get us in here.” You looked over at your boyfriend, a smirk on his face as he held up the missing letter.

“I know you’ve been wondering where the final letter was but I don’t know if I want to give it to you just yet.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “You have to eat with me first and then I’ll give you the letter, okay?” You smiled and nodded your head happily, the thought of what could possibly be in the letter consumes your mind.

You finished your food with a toss of your napkin to the plate, your eyes immediately going to Vernon who was laughing softly. “I know what you’re going to ask, but first let me open my gift, please?” He pouted in which you rolled your eyes in response.

“Fine.”

You handed over the bag, biting your lip out of a nervous habit, watching him take out the tissue paper and spotting the box and photobook. He took out the photobook, looking at you with an unsure expression before opening it. Raising his eyebrows, he found every note he has written to you, and next to it is a note you have written in response.

He took a deep breath, flipping through all the pages, trying to be as slow as possible just to tease you, but no luck, “Vernon you can read it at home.” You whined next to him as he slightly glared at you,

“Hey, I just want to appreciate you.” Still, he listened and put the photobook back in the bag and then took out the box. He opened the top carefully and stared at the piece of jewelry laying inside.

He head lolled to look at you, another pout on his lips, “I told you not to buy me anything expensive.”

You giggled and nodded your head towards the bracelet, “Dig a little deeper Vernon,” He rolled his eyes at your remark of quoting the song before taking out the chain. He turned the small heart-shaped charm over and found your name next to the words ‘Your Evangeline’ engraved in it.

His grip on the chain loosened as he handed it to you, holding out his arm, “Put it on for me?” Quickly you wrapped it around his wrist and locked it in place, beaming with happiness. “I love this, I just— it’s beautiful.”

“Can I read the letter now?” He sighed in defeat as he failed to stall everything a little while longer.

“Way to ruin the sentimental mood.” He handed you the letter, watching you bounce in excitement as you prepared to rip it open.

“Wait! Read it up there, next to the lake. Pretend I’m not here, like how you would read any letter in the morning, okay?” You nodded standing up and scurried over to the lake, thinking about how weird it was that he asked you to read it at this spot. The thought left your mind the second your eyes scanned ‘Letter 365’. Your heart pounded in your ears as you ripped the flap open and pulled out the paper. You began to read:

Ma Belle,

Happy 7th year Anniversary! Can you believe it has been seven years we’ve been together? It feels so amazing. I’m sorry you had to read this through a letter, but I feel like writing it out conveyed my feelings better than when I just wing it. So, I hope you prepare yourself because this is going to be a ride full of cheese and cringe.

I remember our first date here. It was very cheesy and seemed too extravagant for a first date, but we have known each other for a few months before I asked you out, so I call it a success. Anyway, I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the little fairy lights light up just at the snap of my finger. You said it looked like fireflies and reminded you of Princess and the Frog. Anyway, getting back to the point, the point is, this little lake holds a place in my heart because it was all those months of me silently pining after you to finally be able to take you here, it made me realize that I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Oh! Which reminds me of our first here, when we danced to the soundtrack of the movie. It’s random, I know but I don’t think you remember that. You probably won’t remember me proposing to you either, would you? Turn around Ma Belle :)

You slowly turned around, the blanket and picnic table gone, all that’s left in front of you is Vernon down on one knee holding up a small box displaying a beautiful ring. The arm holding the letter drops, your free hand coming up to slightly cover your mouth now agape. From his shaky hands to his beaming smile, the love you had for the man in front of you intensified.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “So, do you remember now?” The water in your eyes that have been threatening to spill finally let go as you nodded your head, “Ma Belle~” That damn grin on his face made your knees shake, “Will you be my Evangeline and marry me?” Your legs collapsed, your knees hitting the grass as you hugged Vernon tightly, whispering ‘Yes’ into his ear.

The amount of love you felt in your heart took over as you cried silently against him. He pulled away, laughing softly as he wiped your tears and brought your hand up, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. “Hansol Vernon Chwe, no wonder you wanted to open my gift first.”

He shrugged, looking into your eyes with that same teary smile before leaning in and placing a soft yet meaningful kiss on your lips. In that magical moment, you knew that this is all for you; he is all for you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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mental-dilemma · 4 years

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A Quick Meeting Part 4?

Damian’s an exchange student in Paris taking it easy until an Akuma attacks and he gets to meet ladybug. -----------------------------------------

Ok before everyone starts pancking: I am Emu-Lumberjack I just decided to create a Sideblog for all my writing so that way those who follow me exclusively for that don’t have to deal with the chaos that is my main blog

also I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post this but just between school and work and school and just general exhaustion it’s been hard for me to write.

and as always all credit to the Au goes to @ozmav

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“I don’t suppose I could bribe you to drop the matter.” Damian said sitting down in Tim’s office. He and Ladybug were situated next to each other while Tim was on the other side of the desk.

“Nope.” He turned to Ladybug, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, making sure Damian didn’t disappear and all that. Anyway I’m Tim Drake, Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises and Damians older brother.”

Ladybug turned to Damian and quietly said, “So does everyone in your family constantly talk like they’re trying to impress a victorian lord?” Damian snorted. Tim, unable to hear what she just said, looked to the two agape.

“At least I have a reason.” Damian responded, this time loudly enough for his elder brother to hear. “Anyway Tim is in CEO mode right now, which is pretty rare. Usually he’s a bumbling zombie dependent on coffee to function. In fact I remember one time when Dick took the last cup he----”

“I’d suggest stopping right there or I’ll tell her about the batcow incident.” Tim interrupted.

“Did you just say batcow? Because I understand each of those words separately.” Ladybug said, and even though her mask still concealed half her face Damian could tell she was really confused.

“Don’t ask. Just don’t.” Damian said quietly.

“Anyway. I never caught your name and considering the fact that your in a mask I assume you’re a hero. Which is surprising because none of us knew Paris had heroes.” Tim cut the two of them off before more could be said.

“Yes that’s becoming a common theme I’m finding,” Marinette began. “My name is Ladybug in the mask. I have a partner, Chat Noir, but he’s currently indisposed, something about paint in his hair.” Damian stifled a laugh as Marinette continued, “We have been operating out of Paris for the last few years, early on we tried contacting the Justice league but Green Lantern told us not to prank call him.”

“Oh did he now.” Tim said, leaning his head forward.

“Yes he did. Thankfully my power allows me to reverse all damage done during a fight. Including any lives lost or monuments destroyed.”

“That sounds like a very useful power. I'm sure that the heroes of Gotham would love to work with you.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Damian knew meant Tim was concocting some scheme. He was about to jump in, but Marinette got there first.

“Yes I’m sure you would but the issue is we currently have our hands full here although from what Damian told me you guys sound much more fun to work with. At least the villains have better costumes.”

Tim noting her wording turned to Damian, “Did you tell her the family secret? You know what Alfred will do if he finds out.”

Damian smirked “I’m not an idiot Drake this was all her. She could rival you for deductive reasoning.” Marinette just sat there looking innocent.

“Well that explains why the two of you were sneaking around together, Ladybug should I assume Damian knows your identity as well?”

“Yep.”

“Well this is going to be a nightmare. But this just means I can formally invite you to Gotham at least. Ha just leave it to the Ice Prince to leak the identity on his first civilian trip abroad.” Tim leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Actually it was you guys who tipped me off.”

Tim suddenly opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. “Come again.”

“Well it was the fact that no one had spied Robin around Batman while Damian was in France. Then the fact that you were patrolling rather than him tipped me off that Robin might be on a vacation..” Tim just face palmed.

“Of course that would happen, how did we not see it coming.” He muttered to himself. “Wait, that begs another question: how did you two meet.”

Damian blushed and before Ladybug could respond he said “not important, there was an akuma. Now do you need anything else.”

“Actually yeah. Ladybug you mentioned the video you sent to Green Lantern, well Batman found it and wanted us to investigate. He didn’t know Green Lantern had seen it or otherwise he’d be on his way back to Ooa healing from a scolding from Alfred. Dick and Jason wanted to come but Bruce needed someone he could send discreetly and who better than the Co-CEO of Wayne industries who could just be checking up on the Paris branch.” Ladybug was impressed by the scheming having Dick Greyson or Jason Todd come in would stir up villain or media activity but Tim the third son wouldn’t.

“Well if you want we can meet up with my partner later and you can formulate a list of questions. Plus it seems you and Damian have some catching up to do.”

“There was a reason I came to Paris Ladybug. Being forced to talk to Tim was not one of them.” Damian made to leave only for a yoyo to catch his leg. Ladybug smirked at him. “Maybe a five minute chat couldn’t hurt anyone. Family reunion and all that.”

“Great then as long as everyones in agreement I can set up a time with chat later this evening for all of us to talk things through and get a strategy in place.”

“Are you sure about this having the league involved is going to cause a lot of chaos and even more dangerous villains could target Paris.”

“Tim I have dealt with so much crap the last couple of years that at this point I will take Darkseid over Lila…… Oh crap. We forgot about Lila.” Marinette looked at Damian who was coming to the same realization she was. He called out Lila in the bakery, and outed himself as a Wayne.

“Do I want to know?” Tim said rubbing his temples. He did not miss highschool.

“Lets just say school tomorrow’s going to be interesting, and I think we’re going to have to put the meeting on hold till after it. Ladybug and I are going to need to deal with school tomorrow, and caffeine isn’t gonna cut it.” Damian said.

“Then again if we aren’t lucid tomorrow might not be so bad….” Marinette began

“Do not even finish that, you even more than me need sleep. Between fashion, school and heroing you function off an hour.”

“You.. have a point. I’ll brief Chat on the situation on my way home. In the meantime I’ll leave you too to the brotherly bonding I’m sure you need.” she pulled her yoyo from her pocket, “See you tomorrow Damian, and whatever plan you hatch up make sure nit doesn’t include killing anyone.”

“Goodnight Ma--- Ladybug. And no promises.” The boy caught himself before revealing Ladybug's identity. She gave him the look of ‘don’t fuck up my secret identity bird boy’ before jumping out the window to run from rooftop to rooftop.

“So. how long have you had a crush on her.” Tim pulled Damians attention, and Damian was sudden;y very glad he had said nothing about not killing his brother.

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“Do you think they’ll actually help this time?” Chat’s voice rang over the phone, Marinette had stopped behind one of the chimneys to talk to him in private.

“I don’t know, at least now they are actually considering it rather than just brushing us off as children.” Marinette was tired but they needed to have this chat now, there wouldn’t be any chance to in class tomorrow.

“Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. They left us to fend for ourselves for 3 years and are only doing this now because of Damian if you didn’t know him then none of this would’ve happened.

“Ok but why does that matter that it’s Damian? They could’ve been doing it because of Jon too.”

“Oh please, you're more dense than our class sometimes. Jon would’ve noted it then forgotten to tell someone, but Damian told Batman right away. Why do you think he did that?”

“Chat I am too tired for this.” Marinette could feel Adrien facepalming through the phone.

“Oh I am not spelling this out for you, this time you get to figure it out yourself.”

“Fine. but next time you need help on your calc homework don’t come running to me.” Marinette hung up on him and made her way home. The parisian streets were nice and quiet for her, no akuma meant maybe another hour of sleep.

Once she was out of the suit she let Tikki rest and got right to work on the new piece she was making for Jagged, he wanted to somehow have the score of his newest piece sewn onto the pants for his next concert, and she had to brainstorm.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Finally she put up her pencil and put on her pajamas, as she was falling asleep Adriens words kept replaying in her head, and the meaning slammed into her like a truck. Pulling out her phone she sent one message.

Oh fuck off

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chyrstis · 4 years

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WIP Sunday!

After the number the start to the week tried to pull, I’m glad to have a few moments to kick back and relax a bit, b/c things are only about to get even busier! For now, though, I’m just glad to be able to sneak in more writing, b/c these ideas just aren’t going to get done otherwise. :’)

Tagged by: @fadedjacket @cobb-vanthss @faithchel @raisinghellinotherworlds @painterofhorizons @geronimo-11 and @proudspires! You’re all wonderful, thank you! <3

Tagging: @writerofblocks @amistrio @tommymillers @softmillers @foofygoldfish @ma-sulevin @shellibisshe @unlikelynick @redroci @teamhawkeye @scarlettkat86 @guileandgall @risenlucifer @tomexraider @nightwingshero @strafethesesinners @baeogorath @lilwritingraven @weekend-writer @sneaky-apostate @nightingore @aceghosts, along with anyone else that has any WIPs being kicked around!

First up, more of the Trap fic, b/c the more I write, the closer I can get to posting it, and I really, really want to start putting chapters up, darn it.

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The handle started turning, and Hana nearly fell ass over end trying to get away from it.

She’d expected force of some kind. For it to swing open and startle her, but the man holding onto the doorknob let it slip out of his hand as he entered the room, giving her a good look at him.

It wasn’t John. That alone was a relief, but he was covered in tattoos like him. Wore heavy boots, had no shirt to speak of, and carried himself differently than the people she’d fought off before.

What had they been called over the radio? Cult VIPs? She’d only seen a few of them from a distance before, but if anyone was going to fit the bill, it’d be him.

The words and phrases running up his arms and over his torso reminded her exactly of the kind covering Joseph. Words of dedication tattooed next to those carved into him directly, and as he crouched down next to her Hana had no choice but get a closer look.

“You’re awake,” he stated. “Can you move?”

She spat on the floor.

The man didn’t frown, or get mad. But when he reached for her, she launched herself away from the wall only for him to hook her arm and bring her crashing down into the ground.

“Don’t! I’m not here to hurt you.”

She angled her head up to look at him, and waited for the hit to knock her back out again, but he didn’t raise a hand or a weapon. In fact, he hadn’t brought one in or gone for one at all, and that only ratcheted her nerves up further.

“What’s your game then, huh?” she hissed, feeling his grip on her loosen. “Just going to keep me here ‘til your boss drops by?”

The man frowned, though it was hard to tell just how much under the full beard he wore. “If he were, you wouldn’t be here to begin with.”

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Then the No-Cult AU, b/c I’m weak for it, and this idea’s not getting any shorter in the slightest.

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Another woman bounded up to them, giving Selena a hug while the rest of his response fizzled out completely.

“The first blooms have started opening! I thought it would be another few days, or that it would happen closer to morning, but they’re here and they’re beautiful.”

Selena gasped. “The flowers from the field?”

“Yes,” the other woman said, almost bouncing in place as she reached for Selena’s hands. “The others have already seen them, but not you! Please come see. Unless you’re needed here?”

Sharky hadn’t been sure at first, but the two were almost identical, from their modest dresses down to the way their hair was styled. One was blonde and blue-eyed, and the other with green eyes and darker hair, but having both turn to smile at him didn’t help clear his head at all.

No, he was almost floating in place as a dazed smile settled onto his face and he only snapped out of it when Selena spoke to him again directly.

“Mr. Boshaw?”

Oh, fuck no. That sobered him up fast. “Call me Sharky. Don’t gotta worry about being all formal and shit.”

“Well, Sharky” - and actually hearing that might’ve made his heart skip a little - “they need me over at the greenhouse. I’d stay longer, but this moment can’t be missed.”

“I mean, if you gotta go, don’t let me hold you back,” he said with a chuckle, his voice pitching funny. “Guess I’ll just have to come back and ask you later? …‘Bout getting food, showing you cool shit, um. Both, just both of those things.”

She smiled, and gave his shoulder a gentle pat before bounding off. It left the spot tingling as he stood there, holding his breath as the two faded from sight.

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And maybe a little more of the Accidental Kiss idea, maybe?

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“Yep.”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, and it took way too long to realize she was mirroring him perfectly.

“…Sorry.” Hana blew out a breath and ruffled her bangs. “For being weird, and making this weird, because that was a huge mistake to make. I shouldn’t have-I’m sorry for doing that.”

Sharky’s small smile fell. Turned more awkward than anything else when he tried to bring it back, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, didn’t wanna go and spill shit all over you either, but I went right for you.”

“No, you were-it was sweet of you to get that for me, and you dropped that on your foot, hon. That hurts.”

“It’s cool. It didn’t hurt, or leave me with a burn or nothing. Just-“ He shrugged, and his mouth twisted. “Didn’t want you to miss out. Forgot how quick that shit goes when you’ve got both the Resizzy and the po-po doing laps around it, and it was starting to look low.”

“And you probably didn’t want to hear me complain all over again, huh?”

This time he didn’t meet her eyes when she smiled at him, shuffling in place as he shoved his hands in his pockets. It was the most uncomfortable she’d ever seen him, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth as she looked him over.

Stepping closer, she lightly touched his arm. “Hey, Shark-“

“Rook?”

The door at the end of the hall opened, and the minute she caught the sheriff stepping out, she aimed a concerned look his way.

#wip #none of these are the longer idea I'd hoped to work on the other day #but no one ever said I couldn't try for that tonight!#and apologies for any roughness to these #I have a feeling I'm going to have a field day editing all of these later on

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glitteronadumpsterfire · 4 years

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I'm a fucking wreck rn I haven't been sleeping for a week and I'm getting some rest from the bullshit factory that is my brain only now, but I just wanted to say that last year for me has been saved by tumblr and all the friends I made along the way.

Before you go below the cut, a special thanks goes to the Bee Movie Anon, who, rightfully, I can't tag so I have to say it here in the hope that they'll see it. Your hunger for chaos made me feel a lot of emotions, and I'd have never in any time or space thought that the Bee Movie would be such a prominent part of my life as it is now thanks (read it with a note of sarcasm) to you. Thank you for providing us an infinite amount of both entertainment and suffering, hell, some of the friends I made were because of YOU. I'm still not sure what was your drive to go and start this absurd crusade for the bee movie in the 80s metal fandom, but I don't know, I don't think bee so, I'm not gonna question your ways.

@arnold-layne being the first in line, you kept me sane somehow in the first phases of quarantine and dedicated a lot your time to talk with me and helped me enormously with creativity. If it wasn't for you, that Cyberpunk Comic That Is Kinda Inspired By The Crüe and Shout At The Devil would've been already down the drain. I would've given up probably, because I didn't know how to exted the concept and have an actual plot. A dream that I've been having for literal years wouldn't even have such cool characters with a rich storyline if it wasn't for you. I know I kinda left it after a month or so of intense brainstorming with you, I was literally drained at that point both physically and mentally, but oh boy I haven't forgot about the characters that WE created. How could I after all? Russ being the wreck of a tormented junkie protagonist that he is, Dylan the happy-go-lucky fuck up that seems to do nothing right but with the best intentions, Frankie the runaway sassy and wary androgynous teenager whose gender is a mystery even to themselves, and the epitome of the found family trope, ex gov agent part Japanese, part Russian, part cyborg Vik, whose story isn't still clear yet but we'll give him a very good one, eventually.

You gave me the curiosity to read fanfiction again after literally NINE YEARS of being distant from that part of the fandom and honestly I don't regret it one bit. In fact, I discovered literally my favorite writer in fanfiction. That is you, Arnold. I don't care how frequently you write, I don't care if sometimes you can't do your best. I'll always be there waiting for the next chapter and I'll always think that your art is sublime. I'll have to admit, I don't read your works as often as I should. But it's because I love them so much that I want to always save for later. It's like a drug, or a delicious cake that you want it to last as long as possible so you can enjoy it for much longer (I should be reading your fic more often either way tho like, at least so I can make more art for it. I'll make sure to change that this year and give you the recognition you deserve 🖤).

Everytime I make art, everytime I make a post, I always wait for your name to pop in my notifs. And fuck if I'm happy when I see it, and I rush to read your tags and it always makes my day. Like seriously, you mean so much to me and I admire how you can still be any amount of sane with all you're going through. You're strong as hell, keep going. 🖤

@i-dont-like-rice dude, how can I explain it. You're my best bud here. You're my chaotic sibling from another mother. The other braindead I share the single braincell I have with. The Nikki to my Tommy. Or the Tommy to my Nikki, I'm still not sure which of us is which (I guess I'm Nikki and you're Tommy? lmao it's ironic how even them are an italian and a balkanian) but you get the point. Every interaction we have, I laugh my ass off till my whole body hurts every time. I think I worried my mother and annoyed my sister at least a couple times for bursting out laughing for five minutes straight out of the blue, especially if it was late at night, and all the times, I swear it was because of you. You are as chaotic as you are kind, and it's always so disarming to see you worry or take care of others when you are definitely in a worse situation. Please, be more selfish, goddammit. For your own sake. And be more confident of your art. Draw shit and post it. Who cares if it's not perfect and you hate it and you don't want anybody to see it, it's tumblr, nobody will ever reblog it or give you the well deserved recognition anyway! So it's worth a try isn't it?

@no-stone-no-bone seriously, I'm so glad I met you. You're like the third element of chaos that holds me and Andi together. All three of us are literally unstoppable. You're extremely sweet too and I wish you the best, and DON'T HIDE SHIT IN THE TAGS GODDAMMIT 😂

@white-lightning-625 @viiinceneil I know we really haven't talked much, and we met through unfortunate times, but I'm so glad that something good came out of the chaos and drama, which is being able to talk to you and getting to know you both better. And the fics. My god, the fics. Frankie, I already told you this but MY GOD. I still find it incredible that I've read a fic about a band I didn't even know what they looked or sounded like and I was HOOKED from start to finish. And Katie, I should definitely read more of your works because I love what you've got going on. You're both very sweet and talented with a very distinct, beautiful way of writing and I can't wait to sink my teeth into the pulp of your work, because I know that by now I only scratched the surface.

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands Bruh, conoscere una fan su tumblr the parla la MIA STESSA LINGUA (e che ha pure il mio stesso vero nome lmao cosa sta succedendo)??? Che concetto innovativo!!! Le nostre conversazioni sono sempre disgiunte, ma non importa, adoro ogni nostra interazione. Sei seriamente una delle persone più dolci e gentili che abbia mai conosciuto. La tua creatività stimola sempre la mia. Le tue moodboard sono sempre 👌👌👌 e ogni volta trovo sempre qualcosa che sì, ci avevo pensato, ma mai nel modo in cui lo poni tu, e di solito sono una persona che resta vicina alle proprie idee, ma tu riesci a farmi alterare prospettiva, e trovo questo meccanismo mentale molto affascinante. Ti ricordi lo swapped instruments AU, con Tommy come cantante, no? Giuro che è un concetto a cui penso ancora dopo mesi. Spero di avere la capacità mentale per tradurre quell'idea in arte il prima possibile, perché cazzo, lo adoro troppo

@tattooed-lies thank you for providing the fandom the best gifs in the fucking platform and thank you for giving us the vinikki content that everyone, even if they're not aware, deserves and needs. Thank you for being the only Vince stan that I know. Thank you for being the sweetest person alive 💖

@nbtommylee honestly, I wish I was cool like you. Your sense of humor is impeccable, much like your critical thinking. I have never read something from you that wasn't a valid point. You don't talk shit and that's extremely sexy of you, y'know? And having a "gender dysphoria buddy" to be jealous of our Rockstar Gender Of Choice with is always fun to have, so that's definitely a plus. Can't wait to see (and read!) more of your art, I just love your style so much and you deserve to be Known

@metalmelkor @emometalhead @polka-dot-duff I'm always so happy to see you in my notifs and y'all are oh so very sweet and cool, we haven't talked much but I love every interaction we have, sorry for having the social skills of a stale piece of white bread 🖤

A special thanks goes to @awesomgrlgr8job bc you're literally one of my very first mutuals since I made the decision to make this dumpster fire of a blog and holy shit it's crazy to think about that. I don't even know if we ever interacted that much but it's always such a joy to see you around, ily and I hope you're doing well and thanks for putting up with my clownery for so long 💖

Like seriously, thank you all. I don't even know where I would be without you. Here's to another year of chaos, but only of the good kind 💖

#witchy.txt #I didn't think I would've rambled so much ahshdhjfjf I'm so sorry you have to go through all that #there are a lot of people I could've mentioned but we never really talked so I wouldn't have much to say #but believe me when I tell you that I love seeing you on my dash and in my notifs #I really mean that #and I hope y'all are doing well bc ily 💖

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angrymongol01-archived · 3 years

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A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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theharellan · 6 years

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Prying Open the Past

repost of a thread written on @theshirallen‘s old blog, in ian and solas’s modern thedas verse. started as an ask that escalated into solas telling ian about his status as fen’harel. mostly complete, updates (if any) will be posted in the thread tag.

“Are all you so secretive about your name?”

Ian pouts from where he reclines, head pillowed against Solas’s thigh. “Vher wouldn’t tell me either.” Nor had an internet search or the university’s website. A curious thing indeed.

“We are an unusual group, if you have not noticed. Does it bother you?”

“A little.” He admits, a small shrug pulling into his shoulders. “Not enough to matter. I just…”

He doesn’t do well with secrets. They frighten him, make him certain there is something dangerous lurking behind them. He worries over them far more than they usually merit, and even as he tells himself that it doesn’t matter, his teeth dig into his cheek as he frets about why it might.

“I…”

He brushes his fingers absently through Ian’s hair, tousling the curls that spring right back into place when he is through. His brow wrinkles, as a choice passes over him. “I am sorry. It was wrong of me to keep it from you as long as I have, though it may take some explaining.”

“No, don’t–don’t. It’s–it’s okay.”

He is hasty in his assurances, face flushing as he worries that he’s pushed too quickly. “It’s not…you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I just…just…get worried, is all. And I’m going to do that anyway, because it’s the thing I do best. It’s okay. Really.”

“I know.” But the full truth must be explained if this is to last, and with every passing day he becomes more convinced that is what he wants.

“You are not forcing me to do anything. Remember, ma vhenan, I am nothing if not stubborn.” In spite of his doubts, a smile breaks across his face as he laughs at his own expense. “There are photo albums– in a drawer in the coffee table–” He nods towards it. “Perhaps we should start there.”

“O-okay.” He isn’t certain, really, but Solas’s fingers are gentle in his hair, and he smiles in that way that never fails to feel like calm. Ian waits until Solas releases him, until the fingers that toy with his curls lift away, before he sits up. He doesn’t go far, leaning only so much as is needed to reach the indicated drawer, fingers never quite touching it as he pulls it open with his magic.

“These?” Ian asks, palm gesturing upwards to lift them and bring them closer. Despite the guilt that stirs yet within him, curiosity blooms as well. He shifts, closing the distance between himself and his boyfriend, questions formulating that his isn’t quite ready to give voice.

Magic manipulates what hands are too tired to do themselves. He watches as Ian pulls forth an assortment of albums. Solas catches them, and pulls the newest one into his lap. He flips it open, and begins with what is familiar, hoping to ease Ian into the unknown. These pages he does not linger on, but allows them to pass slow enough that they both have an instant to take them in. Photos of Miolvun shopping with a dog sitting obediently in their purse, of those he calls family sharing a meal together, and photographs of Ian, the frame intimate, though innocent. He leans over to plant a kiss upon Ian’s brow while he still has the chance.

As he goes farther back, many of the same faces remain, but their costumes change. “I forgot I had that jacket,” he mutters as he comes across one of himself in a denim jacket, complete with jeans. His pace slows, and he pauses upon an old-fashioned selfie of himself and Vher, his nose bloodied, but both their lips parted in a wide smile as some kind, faceless third party holds a protest sign over their heads. It read: Dirthara-ma, a curse chanted for a cause that had long since been solved.

By now his point may beginning to sink in. The years between now and then grow longer by the day, but the faces are as young as ever. Details change, of course. He remembers when Miolvun’s hair was so long its very existence rebelled against the concept of gravity. He looks upon the memories of fondness, despite the faint anxiety that twists in his gut.

His hand stills over the next photo album, that is beginning to show its age. The binding is worn, bent from too much time spent reminiscing. “Shall I go on?” he asks in a quiet voice, looking at Ian from the corner of his eye to gauge his feelings.

The kiss at his brow is quick and gentle, and he leans into it without lifting his eyes, absorbed in a story as only photographs can tell it. Heat flushes his face at his own photos–it always does, it’s always strange to see himself the way Solas looks at him–but it fades as his attentions are drawn to the rest of the pictures.

His hand reaches over to land atop Solas’s, stopping him from turning the page too quickly. Denim on denim–not much unlike the styles he’s seen in his mother’s collection. His father had worn a very similar jacket, once. Around the time Ian was born, or maybe a little before. Ian pulls his fingers back, thumbnail catching between his teeth as he tries to think, to process what he’s seeing. Time isn’t passing–or rather, it is, but only around the center of the pictures. Solas, his friends, his family–it flows around them, demonstrated in the setting, their clothes and the developed film.

When Solas reaches for the next album, Ian looks up. He isn’t certain what his face is doing–there’s something knotted in his chest and he can feel a pinch at his brow–but he’s more concerned with Solas’s expression. There’s tension in his profile, though he makes no show of it.

“How–um. How far back do–do they go?”

It’s the wrong question. Well, it isn’t, but it’s not quite what he wants to ask. What he wants to ask is…something bigger. Something more frightening. Something he isn’t certain he can give voice to.

“Farther than most photo albums would for a man my age, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” he mutters. Solas can feel Ian’s eyes upon him, and senses the trepidation. He cannot bring himself to look, to see dread in Ian’s eyes, knowing he put it there, would– no. He cannot even bring himself to think of the image. Pale fingers grip the album in his hands, clinging to the familiar. “I’m showing this to you,” he begins as he pries open the cover, revealing photographs as worn as the album they are kept in. “Only so that you do not… laugh at what I am about to tell you. Forgive me if it is overwhelming, if there is a better way to tell anyone this I haven’t discovered it myself.”

Words stick in his throat, and his breathing becomes more deliberate than before. As he searches for an explanation, he flips through photos that fade to black and white print. Suddenly, he has hair, though not much. It is shorn short, almost military in style, even if the closest he wears to a uniform is an armband with a symbol that bears a faint likeness to the stake Andraste was burnt upon. He posed with a qunari woman, long since passed, whose massive arm was gentle around his shoulders. In spite of his nervousness, he smiles at the reminder of her broad grin.

“I awoke not long after the turn of the last century.” He comes to older photos, back when his hair still grew wild around his shoulders. In these photos, he is alone. There are fewer (he remembers how cumbersome cameras were) and in places of photographs are sketches of ruins, people, and, in one instance, a prison cell. “I was joined shortly thereafter by those I call family, though I confess I have no blood relation with any. Not that I have pretended to.” Though Miolvun is a sibling to him, it would take a great deal of trickery to convince anyone they were cut from the same cloth.

Solas is silent for a long moment, eyes fixed upon his memories, unable to deny the anxiety that they will ruin his chance to make more. He searches for a way to further his story, and instead of an answer, he finds a question:

“What tales have you heard of uthenera?”

He doesn’t speak right away–couldn’t, even if he wanted to interrupt. He waits, eyes traveling attentively over each new photograph as his ears cant forward as though desperate to catch the words of explanation Solas offers.

Ian isn’t certain what precisely he’s afraid of, but something in Solas’s hesitance, something in the careful construction of these sentences and the presentation of the pictures and the deliberate pace of Solas’s breathing has Ian’s throat tightening and his chest burning and his head a little bit fogged. Overwhelming seems an inadequate way to describe the way the world is shifting around him, how thin the air seems and how unsteady his place upon Solas’s couch.

“Last century…” it doesn’t sound like his voice–thin and trembling and distant, though he feels the words find shape against his teeth–and he can’t lift his eyes from the album open against Solas’s lap. Ian has hardly seen a quarter of this century, and…

He sits up, though he doesn’t move too far away. Distance appears between them only where he lifts his cheek from Solas’s shoulder, in all the places required to straighten his posture, bare feet pulling closer as he folds his legs, and he lifts his eyes to search Solas’s face, uncertainty folding the skin between his brows.

“Uthenera? Not–um. Just what…what Mamae used to….” Like most things attributed to Dalish lore, subjects like the the ‘endless dream’ were hardly touched on in formal classes, even those focused on Elvhen history. “I thought it was–was just a story for children.” Uttered almost in a whisper, a weak, confused protest.

Ian’s fingers rise, as though he might brush the heat from his cheeks, or at least conceal it. Considering uthenera a children’s tale had felt perfectly sensible this morning, but as he glances back down at the photo album he feels foolish. His breath shakes on his inhale, and his fingers curl, and his thumbnail finds its way back between his teeth, paint chipping against his bite. “How–um…How long had you been–?”

“They are more than stories.” Though he frowns at the reminder. “A fact that is slowly being accepted, though not as quickly as I had hoped.” It would be nice, he thinks, to live openly. For his past to not be something someone had to be trusted with. Solas feels Ian’s absence keenly, as much as he tries not to notice him pull away. It is only an inch, an adjustment that might have meant nothing had they been curled up together watching a movie, but now? Each idle movement can speak novels, no matter how much he tells himself not to read into Ian’s tics.

Ian’s question is half-asked, but Solas can imagine its conclusion. He snorts, though it is a humourless noise. “It will take me time to do the math, suffice to say millennia had passed since I laid my head down to sleep.” His hands left idle, they begin to flip through the photos again, reflecting on the many lives he had lived since he had awoken, wondering how most people settled for just one. “When I fell asleep elves had an empire, and now–?” He shakes his head. “I was angry when I awoke. Angry that facts had become stories, that people with the same faces as I were looked upon with mistrust. Eventually, that anger became purpose, it’s what led me here.”

He stops himself, breathing in before his explanations keep him from what must be said.

“But you asked about my name. My last name is an invention, created to satisfy modern standards of what makes a name, and Solas…” He pauses, fingers curling around the worn edge of the album. “I was not always known as Solas– although, it is my name.” A quick addition, almost stumbling, remembering the accusations of lying from the beginning. “A name of my choosing.”

“Oh.” He says around his thumbnail, hardly hearing himself. “Um. Wow.”

Ian looks down, to the mussed fabric of his dress, and he smooths the wrinkles there where it folds over his bent knees like he’s trying to clear a stain. The stitching stands out stark in texture against his palm, and he repeats the motion, glad of something physical to feel while his mind spins. When he moves again, it is to trace the print of the pattern, index curling along a traveling string of tiny flowers. “I–I wouldn’t have guessed. I mean–” That’s stupid. He’s stupid, and– “I–um. It fits you. Your name, I mean. I like it. I always have.”

He is still looking down, but from the corner of his eye he watches as Solas’s hands curl around the edges of the old albums, the way color flees his knuckles.

“Um. That–that was a lot. To–to share with someone. Are you–” Everything he’s trying to say is tripping over everything else he’s trying to say, and he has to stop, to breathe in and out, and begin the sentence again. “Are you okay?”

He snorts at the quiet exclamation, the weak laughter curdles the fear in his stomach. ‘Wow’ could mean so many things: disbelief, disgust, perhaps even wonder, though he dares not guess. Not while Ian’s hands idle over his dress, anxiously picking at patterns that Solas cannot see. He tears his eyes from the worrying before he can pick apart what each movement means.

“Thank you,” he mutters. The compliment is unexpected, and he cannot accept it as graciously as he wished. Of all the things he feared about this conversation, however, the revelation that he was not born with this name was not among them. As the decades passed, people had become more open to the idea of names not always being what you were born with.

Yet more unexpected than the compliment is the question that follows it. His gaze snaps from the photo album to look at Ian as his stomach does flips. “I–”

Solas has no answer. He has had this conversation, or ones like it, before. He knows how to respond to scorn, or confusion, but concern? For an instant, he almost replies with a platitude, but remembers this conversation is not about hiding. “I am nervous,” he admits. “I care about you, your good opinion… it means something to me. To think I might ruin it by revealing more about myself is more than enough to frighten me.”

A pause, and then: “Are you all right?”

Ian nods, understanding the fear.

“I–no. Yes. I don’t–I don’t know.” He holds up his hand, lifting it free of the patterns he had traced to show Solas the way his fingers tremble. Glancing up, he meets Solas’s gaze for just a moment before he looks back down. “I’m–I’m scared. But–but that’s–I don’t know. It’s me. I’m always a little–a little scared.”

“I wasn’t expecting–when I asked. I don’t know what I expected. It’s just a lot. It’s okay–it’s just. It’s a lot, and I’m scared.” His hand falls, and he curls a fist around the fabric at his lap, mussing his dress all over again. “You don’t have to be nervous. To just be you. I like you. I wanna know about you. I wanna know everything. I just–it’s a lot, and I’m–I get scared. I’m sorry.”

Solas lays his hand upon his lap, palm up, inviting Ian to fill the space between his fingers. It is not an invitation he expects him to take, but to offer nothing– it strikes him as wrong. “It is as much to hear as it is to tell, or so I imagine,” he says softly. Ian’s hands tremble so terribly, it takes effort not to reach out to hold them, but knowing it is he who took the spark of fear in Ian and lit it ablaze, he manages.

“There are not many who would expect it, I imagine anyone who did would be one themself.” Or the sort to expect everything, he thinks. Ian is neither, far more likely to reflect doubt upon himself than others. The anxiety tightening his throat is not enough to stifle the smile that spreads cross his face.

“I like you, too,” he says. It is too mild a phrase for the feeling that Ian inspires. ‘Butterflies,’ as humans call it, that lift his heart with an unsung song. Yet now, with so much said, he worries what another confession will do. “There is more, but if you would rather take some time before any more is said, I understand.”

Solas’s hand almost brushes his knee, laid across his own lap with fingers spread. Ian hesitates, his hand hovering above his lap in uncertain trembles before he reaches, fingers fitting easily where they always had before. It helps, remembering how well their hands fit. That much, at least, is familiar. The same.

He sits there for a minute, or maybe two, and lets his mind stop racing. He breathes, and he leans a little into Solas’s shoulder, and he runs his thumb along Solas’s knuckle until his own shaking begins to settle.

“I think–I think…” His hands have stilled, but his voice has not. Ian swallows, shakes his head. “I think I’m gonna–gonna make some hot chocolate, first.” He pushes himself from the cushions, squeezing Solas’s fingers as he fails to release his hand upon standing. “Do you want some?”

The offer is accepted more tentatively than he had hoped, but he still smiles at the sight of their fingers interlocked. It grounds him in the present, his one of many reasons why living is so grand. He does not hurry for an answer, sighing gladly when he feels Ian’s cheek on his shoulder. What he stopped himself from saying still reverberates inside his skull, waiting for the moment it might fight find its voice: I love you.

But Ian trembles beside him, fear shaking slender shoulders, and he wonders if that might scare him more. If love will calm, or complicate the process.

Ian stirs at his side, disrupting his thoughts, and his eyes move with him as he stands. A gentle laugh passes his lips. “You know I will never pass up that offer,” he says, trying not to focus upon all that Ian doesn’t know about him.

Before he releases Ian’s hand, he lifts it, pressing his lips against his fingers.

“Please, fenor.”

#v; what are we going to do with all this future? ( modern )#i have found a home in him ( ian x solas )#theshirallen #prying open the past ( thread )

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suckerforstrangerthings · 7 years

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Steve as a boyfriend.

just bc i’m not being fed well enough and i have some hc’s of my own

so yeah

steve as a boyfriend bc it’s been a week since I've finished the whole two seasons of ST for the first time I feel deprived after reading every.single.steve.post.in.existence

and i literally made another account just feed myself haha might as well feed everyone amiright

anywaY STEVE

a full course meal and full time daD WHAT A DAD Y’ALL BETTER BE STANNING DAD OF A MILLION KIDS STEVE HARRINGTON OKAY

but yeah steve as a boyfriend

I'm starting this from the origins ok cool glad we’re on the same page

so basically all this canoodling between you and steve starts in s2 because in s1 he was a teenager and worry free before he began to bald and stress over god knows how many kids he ended up with bc two were missing and he mainly handled four??? I'm still lost at this point

but yeAH

you wear stripes turtle necks with bomber jackets and you slay them tbh

you're a newb like billy

that story arc comes in later in the post jusT GIMME A SEC

but yeah

I'm making you dustINS SISTER BC DAMN imagine my tiny badass dustin knockING SOME SENSE INTO HARRINGTON LIEK ‘DUDE THATS MY SISTER’

i imagine you being present and dustin gets all in your and steve’s face but steve, being the dad but still teenager that he is, places his whole hand on his son’s face and pushes him to the side as if he wasn't even there

but yeaH YOU CAME FROM OUT OF TOWN BC THE MAGIC OF NETFLIX AMIRIGHt thEY EVEN MAKE THE DEAD ONES COME BACK ALIVE

IM LOOKING AT YOU WILLY WILL

anywAY YOURE LIKE THE FEMALE VERSION OF STEVE OK

y’all have a great sense of hair I'm jealous from imagining it

a couple that slays hair together, stays togethER.

you’ve come across steve a ton of times in the high school, some times were spent on him trying to get your attention bc you really didn't give a shit about anyone??? it was friendLY ATTENTION THO BC NANCYYYYYYYYYY.

and steve was a curious bean and you were a mysterious bean and y’all know the saying; curiosity killed the steve.

but satisfaction brought steve back.

heads up, bonus points for confusion bc steve calls you ‘henderson’ like, your first name?? steve doesnt know her mhm.

and since names are generic as shit steve didn't really click into the fact that you were dustiNS SISTER

boi sees you power walking behind dustin when he goes to the wheelers’ house w flowers

the scene goes like this

“HENDERSON?!”

“HARRINGTON?!”

bc im lazy imagine that going on for a good two minutes until steve questions if you and dustin are siblings

“son of a bitch, steVE, WE’RE BOTH HENDERSON, SEEING AS YOU JUST WASTED MY TIME BY SAYING IT ON FUCKING REPEAT LIKE WE DIDNT FUCKING KNOW”

i imagine that to come out of dustins mouth

dustin and steve were one of the best things to come out of strangER THINGS CAN S3 JUST COME OUT NOW PLS ITS BEEN A WEEK BUT IT FEELS LIKE 87 YEARS

you end up following dustin into steves car bc never in a million years would you trust steve harrington w your baby brother.

you take that back when you realise he's actually a damn good babysitter

speaking of babysitters

you didn't think you'd become the mom to steves parental pairing

you didn't think you'd be a mom at all, not until literally you'd be birthing one out

looks like theres a loophole for everything bc you and steve end up doing a lot of domestic shit together when you acc date and imma leave that for towards the end

so yeah you end up getting intertwined with the demo dogs showdown; steve w his bat and you with dustins hockey stick

lucas calls y’all the power couple

you become max’s role model

“that was so badass”

when y’all are back at the byers’, you and steve end up tag teaming to handle the bull that is billy hargrove (loVE DACRE OK)

steve ends up getting beat up as shit and billy uses that spare time to manipulate you. mANIPULATION IS NOT OKAY!!

he has your cheeks squishing between his hand and you up against the wall until dustin tries to intervene bc sisTER.

steve gets up again and pushes dustiN OUTTA THE WAY BC NO ONE HOLDS YOU AGAINST THE WALL THAT IS NOT COOL!!

steve ends up beat up again and max gotta out the syringe bC billy be loco.

you comply with max being the driver to the demogorgon hole thingy bc you stay at the back with steves head lying on your stomach as you press compromised ice packs of peas and whatnot on his face

dustin swore he saw tears in your eyes

you whisper gratefulness bc time spent with steve was fuckign crazy but he actually got himself beat up for you

and no onES DONE THAT BEFORE

steve is special, no one deserves hiM.

ma boi better be loved and appreciated in s3 or I'm throwing hands

when steve is alive again, just in time for the demo dog field trip!!, he ends up being your trip buddy i cackle its adoraBLE

keeps an arm across your front as a proteCTIVE GESTURE I AWE

when all the shit w the demo dogs is over, you show your overprotective side and ask if it hurts too much in some places on his face

“nothing a kiss wouldn't fix”

“shut uP hARRINGTON!”

“dudE THATS MY SISTER”

“may i kiss you miss henderson just for the pleasure of us both and the disgust of your little brother?”

“you may, harrington”

lmao that kiss ends up in an exaggerated make out session just to make it burn

it fails bc bruises on steves face

it hurts a lot

it was a bad idea

you simply press your lips to every part that hurt, making sure to be gentle

bc y’all are a thing, you two become chaperones for the snowbaLL!!

*COUGH* nancy missed ouT *cough*

you start to like her tho bc she danced w dustin and he smiled so iTS COOL.

yknow how time after time and every breath you take came on in the bg for the sweet kids and they slow danced and shit??

haha september by earth, wind & fire comes on.

sure, its a bit slow dancey but you and steve do that move where peace signs move past your eyes I FORGOT WHAT ITS CALLED

y’all do a lil shimmy too i cackEL

the kids look on in horror bc y’all are basically the equivalent of grandparents grinding in the 21st century yikES

SPEAKING OF GRANDPARENTS

When the kids get to high school, you and steve carpool the kids every morning when its chilly and freezing and shit

you and steve have timetables for when the kids will have AV and shit

so you guys still wait for them outside the school

probably read some magazines on how to be a parent of 6 when eleven joins the harrington family.

parenting fails; all six kids somehow being able to be squeezed in the back of steves car

steve’s thoughts: a+ parentinG

you and steve give joyce and hopper a run for their money

speaking of my second ship, the four of you have saturday coffee mornings together at the byers’ to talk about your kids

jonathon would just think ‘wtf’????

steve would let you borrow his faberge all the time

sometimes he'd even do your hair for you

and he turns out to be pretty damn good at that too.

when you’d have a night w/o the kids, he’d take you to the movies and would pull that slick, nonchalant arm-over-shoulder move

you just snuggle more into his side

the kids are acc a few rows behind you

steve knows and so do you

y’all don't mind bc dustin eventually moves forward to take the bucket of popcorn off your hands

thats all i got for now and i hope you're as fed as me!!

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #stranger things #head canon #steve harrington headcanons #stranger things 2 #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcanons #dad steve

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makeup-wonder-woman · 7 years

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A Soulmate to Remember Chapter 15

I made 300 followers! WHHOOOO-HOOOOO. Tomorrow I’ll post the other chapters of Poison and Lies, I’m also taking requests.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Tags: @otaku-fangirlse, @lucy-fire20 @purplelily24, @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes @nervouswastelandvoid, @glrynwor, @miraisnotavailable , @lunar-vulpix (let me know through my askbox if i missed someone or you want to be tag)

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

word count: 1,146

TW: None, unless you need one added.

You opened your eyes with a groan and saw a well-lit tan ceiling. There was a laugh that caused my blood to freeze. Not because it was scary or unfamiliar.

But because you knew it.

You turned your head to see Ben sitting opposite me in a train car,"Good evening sleeping beauty! I'm so glad you're awake."

"B-Ben?" Oh god. What has he done? You took big gulping breath to try and keep calm.

Ben slid from his cushioned seat and kneeled in front of you,"Yes darling. It's me, you weren't feeling to well, a few of the other passengers were worried. Your mom has been calling you, but I thought it better to wait till you woke up."

"Are we on a train?"

Be laughed again,"Yes sweetie. Remember our first trip away together?"

"Oh... Yeah," You lied, playing along, making Ben beam, and you nodded,"I remember now."

"Yes, after we had taken out the trash your cold medicine kicked in. I had to hold your arm to get to your car."

"What happened to yours?"

Ben smiled,"That's a funny question. But I didn't take it today. I walked."

"Oh." Damn, there goes someone seeing his car... Then you noticed that he had changed your shirt, but then I shifted and felt the comforting pressure from your cami under it, and you felt better.

Ben took your hand and squeezed it,"By the time we got to the train station your medicine was in full effect. Some other passengers were so kind to us, they chatted with us while we got to our car."

"Did I do something funny?"

"No, no, you were just really out of it. The older couple couldn't believe we were soulmates, they said our babies would be too adorable!"

He laughed and you forced a giggle out of your throat, sitting up,"You... Said my mom called... Could I call her?"

"Of course honey," then he leaned forward and his eyes got that scary look in them again,"But nothing funny, cause I can make this train stop in a fun way," he snapped back into his happy-go-lucky self," Here you go!"

He pressed your cellphone into your hand. You saw from the lit up screen that your mother had called you almost a dozen times, and texted you about a baker's dozen. You flipped down to the last notification. It was Jason. You felt your mouth go dry and dialed your mother, showing it to Ben with a smile. Your mother picked up the phone and shouted like a harpy,"Y/N L/N why have you-"

"Mom! I'm so sorry, my phone died I’m just getting your texts and calls now. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Oh."

"Yeah, and I didn't check my phone because I ran into Marsha from high school she took me out to lunch and now I think that lunch is turning into an afternoon and evening kinda plan. I didn't even notice my phone was dead till now. I'm so sorry!"

"I... See..."

"I know, I'll remember to keep it charged, I promise. Is it okay if I stay? You don't mind do you?"

"No. No. I understand. I'm sorry I overreacted..."

"You didn't overreact Mom, it's fine. I love you!"

" No, I love you more... Good bye sweetie."

"Goodbye mom!"

You turned to Ben and handed him the phone. But stopped and smiled,"Should we take a picture to commemorate our trip?"

Ben smiled and sat next to you and put his arm around you,"Of course!"

You held the phone out and snapped the picture, then exited out of camera,"Let me just edit it a little."

You opened the photo folder on your phone, and tapped on the app you hoped You'd never, ever have to use. It started loading, but crashed, you sighed,"I forgot it did that!" The clicked the actual editing app and picked a filter. Ben watching over your shoulder the entire time.

Jason raced down the stair and started frantically typing on the computer. The stamped that sounded above him meaning that the rest of the Batfamily was soon to be down here with him. He pulled up the signal and got the details and GPS signal,"We've got a fucking problem," he yelled over his shoulder as anger boiled up inside of him. Soon he had to move or do something or he would explode. So Jason stood up, knocking the chair over. Dick was the first one down the stairs, his mouth opened in horror when he saw the screen.

Once everyone else could commute what was happening, Jason went on a tirade. Cussing and pacing. Tim jumped up to the computer and started typing saying,"I'll get keep the signal strong and alive so we'll know the movements."

"I'm going after her!" Jason roared, stalking over to his suit.

Bruce grabbed onto his second oldest son,"No! Going in there without a plan will get her, or someone else, killed."

Jason turned to his father-figure and snapped,"I don't fucking care! "

Mrs. Wayne strutted up to him,"You most certainly will care Jason Peter Todd Wayne! I won't see Asha, you or anyone else hurt! Not today!"

"But, Ma-"

"No buts!"

Jason let out a yell of rage and smacked Bruce off of him,"Fine!"

Dick was typing away at the other computer station,"I've got video and records of her at Gotham's train station, it seems that she's traveling to... Metropolis?"

"Was there anyone with her?" Barbra asked as she came up beside him, Cass, Damian, and Steph went to go suit up. Katie went to call Luke, it would be a hands on deck kinda night.

Dick pulled up footage and enhanced it,"Yeah, this guy seemed to be helping her onto the train. Other footage shows him driving her car..."

"Wait, she went willingly?" Barbra asked in surprise.

"Play that back,"Bruce ordered and Dick did,"See how she's staggering. If I had to guess she was drugged. Maybe a date-rape drug. The kind that put you in a trance."

Jason analyzed the man's face,"I know him! He works at the church, name's... Ben, I'm pretty sure."

Tim looked over from his computer, having dug through Ben's financials already,"Yep! And Ben's shelled out some money to a private shipping company, the intern weary says it's heading to a small country on the Russian border. They get that far, they probably won't be coming back..."

"They're not making that boat,"Jason growled,"Not in this lifetime."

Dick crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Bruce,"What are we gonna do?"

"Meet them at the train station in Metropolis. Batwoman, BlackBat, Spoiler, Robin, and Batwing when he gets here. I need you all to patrol Gotham while we're gone. Everyone else, get geared up, That train company takes scenic routes and multiple stops, so it's at the least a six hour ride. It's only a two hour plane ride. Move."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd/Red hood #Red Hood X Reader #soulmate!au #Reader insert #Jason Todd X Reader Insert #Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader #Batfam #Batmom #DC #DC comics #fanfiction #Jason Todd fanfiction

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shopgirlanonymous · 7 years

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I have been tagged in the travel tag by Ena from Pretty, Plus, and Proud. I could not be more excited, I have not had a chance in quite sometime to really connect personally with my readers outside the realm of retail. I hope you enjoy the answers and pictures.

What is your favorite place that You Have Visited

Mr. R grabbed this shot while hiking to the Botanical Garden in Ubud

Bali with a close second from Sedona, AZ. Bali was so enchanting and everything I ever dreamed it to be. Perhaps it was long since dreaming of visiting (long before Elizabeth Gilbert reignited its hype, ya I’m a cool hipster like that. But seriously the company I worked for prominently dealt with Bali for our vast and eclectic selection of imports, even before I worked there I would read the description of statues, and other various knick-knacks to learn about their unique culture and beliefs. Most of my writing in college was inspired by these weekly treks.

If You Could visit Anywhere Tomorrow Where Would You go

This is a tough one between Ireland and Scotland. I’m sure I could handle both in one trip. 😉

Would you rather go on a city holiday or a beach holiday?

Band playing in the streets of New Orleans Nov. 2015

When I travel it’s all about delving into new cultures and new ideas, that’s where the inspiration is. If you couldn’t guess it from my blog. 😉

My Top Three Travel Essentials Are

Items collected flying from Lubbock, to Houston, To Austin, To Dallas, and then Salem, MA

My Journal (I write ant he day goes so I don’t forget)

My Phone/camera

A book, just in case I find a moment to sit still (There are not many of those with Mr. R in tow)

Are you an over packer or an under packer?

I am a notorious underpacker. Our first stop anywhere is almost always CVS or any other drug store for the fifty little necessities I forgot. 😉

What is your favorite thing about going on vacations?

A woman carrying her groceries home in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

The new adventures that await, and the inspirations that come for them.

Would you rather go on vacation with family or friends?

Roadtrip through Arizona

Catching the Rays in Mexico

Posing on the beach of Matagorda, TX

Exploring the Ghost Town of Terlingua, TX

This is a cruel one, a damned if you do damned if you don’t sort of question. I love my family and I love my friends. Traveling with my brothers was so fun growing up, but friends can be quite unpredictable and add an unintended spice to the mix. However, my husband is great to wander with, and so is my family, while many times friends just want to lay our at the beach. Though I love me some beach time, I can go to the beach anywhere.

So with my mind explained I must say anyone willing to explore with me. And I mean anyone, I’ve been known to just grab random people I’ve met that day and take a spontaneous road trip with them!

What is the most adventurous dish you have ever tried from another country?

Man I’m going to go with octopus. I’m not one to really venture out when it comes to food, I’m too nervous that my stomach may not agree to the foreign substance and lead to a miserable rest of a trip. I literally lived off of Nasi Goreng the entire week I was in Bali!

So I guess the only real answer I have for you was when I was 20 I went on a trip to Mexico with my family and we were invited into a “restaurant” which was basically a table set up on a front patio of a local neighborhood home. We were hesitant but felt a bit trapped, and boy am I glad we were! It was the best Mexican food I’ve ever had in my life, I ate it so quickly that a picture was only an afterthought…of course technology isn’t what it was, and recording everything in pictures was not as much a part of life then. 😉

Mr. R though…you should talk to him about this from his adventure living in Korea. 😉

And of course as always, these posts are really all about spreading the love for the blogs we love right now.

An Historian About Town

Love her blog, love her Instagram, lover her twitter, love her! So sweet, kind and supportive. She keeps my scope of perspective open by keeping my blog in the Canadian loop. 😉 Considering I travel for culture, I would love to hear a historian’s perspective of her travels.

Beauty and the Ballroom

One gorgeous mama with a passion for ballroom, I’d love to see where her dancing feet have taken her!

Pirate Patty

Patty I don’t deserve the never faltering support and kindness I have received from you nonstop, even through all the chaos where time kept me from ever repaying your kindness. I would love to hear about your travels, it seems we have much similar taste in favorite spots. 😉

Boots Shoes and Fashion

Linda is my sister from another mother. We both share similar passions, interests, and she is one of the best bloggy friends a girl can have! With her exciting careers she has held I can’t wait to hear about all of her treks around the globe!

Until next time fan boys and girls—>

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When Shopgirls Travel Tag I have been tagged in the travel tag by Ena from Pretty, Plus, and Proud. I could not be more excited, I have not had a chance in quite sometime to really connect personally with my readers outside the realm of retail.

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sh-lan · 8 years

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better late than never winter break 2k16

Season’s greetings and best of bangtan came out i’m deceased

started watching goblin. forgot how real actors make me feel. <3 also that ost with punch and chanyeol gets me every time. (ha omg i accidentally made a punch reference LOL who am i)

OMG BIG BANG COMEBACK IN 3 DAYS. DIGGIN THAT LAST DANCE TEASER. hope it doesn’t disappoint

i was gonna give up on weightlifting fairy but then the end of ep1 got me like. FUCK GOTTA WATCH THE NEXT EP EDIT: still currently trying to finish it...

that moment when you forget about the ab flash from we are bulletproof and you rewatch performances and just

To quote leighton: “Your teef are shifting and you will be uglee" One week without retainers… EDIT: but like yo my teeth actually shifted and ow ㅠㅠ

Ok so i made a sideblog for my bts feels so hopefully this main one wont be splashed with too much bts lol EDIT: it’s still splashed with a lot of bts let’s be real here

So like the past two days there were lives from v and rapmon so i was like ok what are the chances that someone will do a live? So i actually woke up to check my phone pretty continuously from like 7am and what do you know. I woke up around 20 minutes in to eat jin + chimchim + kook and i was as ecstatic as someone could be at 8am. But the connection was terribad and they ended it prematurely but OH WELL Then after waking up at 11...i went on twitter and was smacked in the face with not only jungkook but multiple other members. Ahhh what a good morning. Also this bitchass tagged the nochu shit AGAIN smh

New snow filters got me shookt esp jimin’s facetime call one I fckin cant

december 15th I AM SO SHOOKT BTS I AM COMING FOR YOU OMFG #goodbyenewcomputer #goodbyenewphone EDIT: omg i’m literally trying to see my loves on the day of my love’s birthday #whoami

Omg that moment when i rediscover the letter from my korean shadow and then i’m like ??? He has a brother in YG i totally forgot about AND THEN AFTERWARDS I TELL VANIA AND YURI. THEN VANIA SHOWS ME AN ARTICLE WITH POTENTIAL YG BOIS AND I WAS LIKE HAHA NO WAY HE’S GONNA BE THERE BUT ????? Kim joon gyu. My shadow’s name is kim jin gyu. And i just. THEY LOOK ALIKE BUT DIFF? Oh my god IT HAS TO BE HIM???

Ahhh here goes another rejection. But that’s ok because too many good things cant happen to me right?

OHMYGOD WE ARE GOING TO BTS WINGS WORLD TOUR #dec17th

Visited a wonder of the world! #butgotlike6mosquitobites #chickenpizza cancun for a week in the middle of winter break felt...really weird because i went from 50 degree weather to 70 degree weather BUT it was fun nonetheless. although i missed some awesome scuba diving experiences due to mother nature, it was just quality vacation time. also got a massage at a beach with ma. what a wonderful experience lOL and ziplining was fun too! so that’s an experience for the books. but honestly all inclusive hotels are so dangerous i swear i came back from cancun 5 pounds heavier -_-

GOT JACKY INTO TOWER OF GOD. YUS.

Why are there still so many things to take care of when it’s break smh

hnngh omg what to buy and going broke and money and omg no

Finally fixed my roots on december…26th? Man my hair grows really slow but damn pudding hair

Struggle is real when you cant drink han and i went to the sunset brewery for our anniversary and i ate a lot of food but also i suck at drinking and let’s just say it ended with me throwing up but that’s ok. so i just took a bath and went to sleep LOL

i just freed 6gb of memory because that’s how much memory virtualbox was taking up. hello???!?!?!?!?!

need buy army bomb need buy presents need buy more presents what do what is money EDIT: but actually wot is money doe

Went to a barry’s class today and it was fun!! Expect i’m sore now *cries*

Omg january 1st in the morning of ungodly hour of 2:30am, i open tumblr to be greeted with all the photos from the gayo daejun and I’M FUCKIN SLAYED BY ALL THE JUNGKOOK PICS FML WHO IS THIS CHILD I AM DED

Omg i saw this suggested post but i lost it and now i can never find it ever again smh why

Someone tell me am i going through puberty again because i have at least 6 pimples on my face omfg

but like why do i like so many of the designs for the bts stuff? like the HYYH era had such quality packaging and graphic designs and wings is so simple yet great and then there’s covers like dark & wild and 2 cool 4 skool looking angsty af but also just creative? wot is life how to work for bighit

Ok i updated the tumblr app for better browsing purposes BUT SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THERE ARE RANDOM SHIT ADS IN THE MIDDLE OF PEOPLE’S BLOGS. HOLY CRAP ARE YOU SRS RIGHT NOW

Gotta watch yuri on ice and haikyuu

Honestly im really sad that there arent any uniqlos in sd because I LIVE AND BREATHE THAT STORE WHEN I HAVE IT AROUND ME *cries*

have i been living under a rock or did i just happen to forget that WJSN is under starship??? wtf wait…

why is school already emailing me pls stop

i can’t believe i haven’t jumped on haikyuu until now, 2014 me what were you doing

The wind and rain is pretty crazy right now ;___;

ok but like every time i try to type “btw” i end up typing “bts” lol…

Y'all i’m so shookt i cant wait for jungkook’s new cover release I live for this

ok but like how did i forget that i booked a 9:35am flight back to sd especially when i can’t even get up in the mornings i thought i booked a 3pm flight…

Can we just take a moment to appreciate that kageyama slams two buttons on the vending machine because he cant decide which drink to choose I thought he was just being stupid But This is lifechanging for me i’m going to do that forever

okay but all the year end performances were alfjeklajfeiwajfeiowa bts <3 ALSO CAN I JUST MENTION THE SEVENTEEN PERFS. LIKE. OMFG. WONWOO SANG. HE SANG. I REPEAT. HE SANG.

andddddddddddd that was winter break? this was the last winter break that i’m probably every going to have *cries* but welcoming in 2017 was nice! we all had a smol celebration while watching countdowns from around the US before actually having our own little countdown at home. we ate at that one malaysian restaurant in chinatown, went to whole foods to grab a bunch of food before heading home and enjoyed champagne and cheese! then han went to countdown for a bit before coming back...lol. and the rest of us just played bang for like 4 hours straight before heading into bed for the new year. it was fun!

and i really can’t believe that we had 1 month for winter break - which i thought was just a little too long. but i guess in retrospect, it was nice to end my college career with a month long winter break. LOOKING FORWARD TO 2017 (even though we’re already like 2 weeks in because i’m late in making this post...lol)

#mumble mumble #winter break mumbles #debs in college

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