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tiredsadpeach · 1 year
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May not feel great rn but tomorrow I get to see my best friend and we’re exchanging gifts and then afterward I’m going with my sister to pick up a cat
#I don’t talk about this best friend on here a lot lately but he’s great and I love him#platonically and romantically#I’ve had a crush on him for uhh 9 years teehee#he doesn’t know I still feel that way or at least I hope he doesn’t because I don’t wanna make him uncomfy#we dated back in 2013 but I was a pos then and cheated on him because I give in to peer pressure#I’m serious about that btw like the chick that convinced me to cheat when we were official I went over to a friends house and she thought I#would cheat on her because I was so easy to convince the first time lmao#anyway that was forever ago and I am very very different now and would kill past me tbh for that teehee#this is the best friend that stayed with me after I cut off everyone because they stayed friends with my abuser#he’s literally the fucking best and I love him so much and I hope we always stay friends despite my Crazy lol#but also CAT INFOOOO okay so me and my sister went to our local pet store and they partner with a specific shelter? idk I can’t give the#name out because the only pet store listed on their website is the one we go to and that’s too much info about where I live lmao#ANYWAY I was more just showing her the two 4 month old brothers I saw the other day because they’re cute and I was hoping I’d see they were#adopted which they weren’t but they’re chatty kittens they’ll be gone soon tbh probably snatched up for Christmas#but so I had just been there two days ago on the 16th and we went on the 18th and one new cat was there#a 1 1/2 year old black cat named Morticia!! she was so cute they had a hot pink collar and bell on her and her file said she gets along well#with dogs and other cats (perfect for us we live with our parents still so full house) and it said she loves to be held and talked to ☹️☹️☹️#and her arrival date? the 16th so I just missed her but ALSO that’s one of our family dog’s birthday he turned 5 that day!!#also learned today Morticia had three kittens who have all been adopted and you’ll never guess their names#Wednesday pugsly and thing teehee#the fact that cat is just named Thing is so fucking funny#anyway my sister was petting her and she rolled into it ☹️ got head scratches and ear rubs and THEN I was filling out the application for he#while we waited for our parents to call us back and Morticia LAID HER HEAD IN MY SISTERS HAND ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️#so yeah my sister fell in love and the naming matches so well with her other cat who is about 2 years old now who’s a long haired tortoise#named Magnolia !! she’s a really chill cat who when it comes to other cats if the cat likes her she likes the cat but she’s also the younges#cat we have rn but my cats half adore her and half dgaf like my older two just want to be left alone by the animals and loved on by humans#but my younger two (8 and 5) still act like babies and run around like kittens so they love magnolia and she loves them so I have no doubt#Morticia is gonna fit in just fine and we don’t have to change her name!!#idk about y’all but we like always change our pets’ names when we adopt them and sometimes I’m glad we do because we have an anxious big#mutt doggie and we named him Chimmy which worked out well because he’s kinda silly and goofy and yknow neurodivergent but his og name?
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make every mistake [H.Steinfeld]
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pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader
summary: you run into your ex at the vanity fair party, almost a full year after your breakup, and are forced to accept some hard truths.
warnings: technically none; bitter exes being bitter but also getting distracted; A LOT of references to cheating [very open to interpretation, though; more than one reference to JA; rubix please get over sunkissing challenge; did not proofread at all so it might not make the most sense at times; does this count as a ventfic?
wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: i was supposed to be writing something else [what a surprise lmao] but...it's sunkissing's anniversary and unfortunately, that song still means a lot to me and i needed to be nostalgic for a second. plus, last year's vanity fair party is what inspired me to start writing fanfiction again so...consider this a very weird, bitter, and nostalgic first anniversary celebration. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your love, support, and patience this past year, i plan to continue writing for you guys for a LONG while <3 [and yes, this is sunkissing (sad girl edition)]
* * * * * * * Whoever coined the phrase,”wrong place, right time,” as a good thing seriously owes you some compensation. It implies that there could be something possibly good in the situation you’re in but what could be good about being stuck at the same party your ex is also at?
Of course, that person might get along with your friends who have been trying to convince you that this situation is a fantastic opportunity for you to show how happy you are. Something that would work if it were true.
But it’s not.
How could happiness be anywhere on your radar when every time you interact with someone, they’re quick to remind you your ex-girlfriend is currently parading around with a quarterback? Not to mention, the amount of cheating rumors hasn’t been helping you feel much better about the situation.
Maybe you’re overly petty or arrogant, maybe even codependent, but time has done little to heal the wounds caused by a certain actress.
Which is why you were supposed to be out having fun in the first place…although maybe all of this could have been avoided if a certain 22-year-old hadn’t lied her ass off and told you there was no chance in hell your ex would show up.
All you know is you’re stuck in a room full of people you don’t care about, anxiously looking around every few minutes hoping you won’t run into her. It’s exhausting but it’s also highly addictive.
You’re in the middle of debating ditching Billie and the rest of your friends instead of torturing yourself for another hour when you catch a glimpse of the person you’ve been trying to avoid all night. 
Your eyes find her for just a few seconds and yet the whole world seems to stop all at once. 
Just like the first time.
You wouldn’t say you have a habit of romanticizing the past…except when it comes to Hailee Steinfeld and her ridiculously enchanting energy. A lot of things have changed since the day you met but the one thing you’re sure will remain a part of you forever is the way your heart takes off running when she's around.
Running away would be easy. It would probably be the solution to your impending problem and yet you stay. Because as much as you hate to admit it…you’ve missed her. Seeing just a glimpse of her feels like ecstasy after spending so long trying to erase the thought of her from your mind.
You know you’re chasing after someone who isn’t even there anymore, someone who vanished the day Hailee chose to go out to dinner with that guy instead of coming home to you. The person you love has been shoved back into far more closets than you can count but you’re an addict and the thought of getting her back for just a few minutes gives you a greater high than anything else ever could.
So, despite the thousands of reasons not to, you find yourself walking toward her. You tell yourself it’ll be fine, she’s in the middle of ordering a drink and the chances of her paying attention to you are close to zero.
You quickly learn close to zero isn’t enough.
You arrive at the bar right when she’s turning around to go back to whoever it is she’s pretending to get along with tonight. Her eyes instantly find yours and whatever liquid courage you had fades away in that very same instant.
For a second, you expect her to walk away without even acknowledging your presence, but then her mouth opens. “I can’t believe you actually left the house for this.”
There were a thousand sentences you were hoping to hear her say and the one she chose is nowhere on it. It does nothing except remind you of all the infuriating reasons why you can’t be around her anymore.
“Gee thanks, don’t sound too excited.”
She merely shrugs, acting like she can’t see the way your smile drops. “Just being honest.”
At some point in your relationship, you would have made fun of her for sounding so much like the characters she loves to play on TV but today, her attitude pisses you off like nothing else.
“Honest, huh?” You scoff. “That's gold coming from the cheater.”
There’s a flash of something in her eyes, mostly annoyance, and you know damn well that’s exactly what you’re looking for. A sign that she’s still human despite how much she loves to pretend like she doesn’t have feelings anymore.
Unfortunately, you’re sure her reaction has more to do with the fact that you’re in a room full of people who could overhear you than anything else.
“Oh, come on. I didn't cheat on you,” she says in the exact same tone as all the times before.
“Right, right, you just casually had dinner with your new boyfriend while we were still dating.”
A crack begins to form in her facade but you’re too annoyed to celebrate. 
All she does is groan before placing her drink down on the bar and coming toward you. She wraps her hand around your arm, seemingly unaware of the sparks her touch ignites, and drags you toward the first secluded area she finds.
“Are we seriously going to have this fight again?” She questions you once you’re away from prying eyes.
“Sure,” you reply. “The only thing we ever do is fight.”
“Stop acting like I’m the only one in the wrong here. We both made mistakes.”
You scoff. “You’re right, I trusted you wholeheartedly. What a stupid mistake.”
“Oh my God.” She throws her hands up, frustration dripping out of her every pore, and yet she makes no move to walk away from you. “You haven’t changed one bit.”
“Changing isn’t always such a good thing. Just ask Martini and Brando, I bet they love the weather in Buffalo.”
It’s another cheap shot and you know it. Most of all, you see it. The flash of hurt that lingers in the eyes you know so well. 
“Don’t,” she warns.
You can’t stop yourself from adding more fuel to the fire despite her warning. “Why? Is that more honesty than you can handle?”
“y/n, stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re right, I don’t know. Because I have no idea who you are anymore.”
It suddenly strikes you that you’ve had the same exact conversation with her before. You don’t know why you keep doing the same thing and hoping for a different ending. Especially considering Hailee is the most stubborn person you’ve ever met.
“You’re not the only one,” she says with a sigh, practically deflating in front of your eyes. “Believe it or not, you’re not the only person I’ve disappointed lately.”
“No offense but that’s the most accurate thing you’ve said in a while.”
A small chuckle escapes her and the sound instantly brings you back to simpler times. To spontaneous dates at the beach, random car drives to the middle of nowhere to watch the sunset, sleepless nights spent helping her rehearse for an early morning shoot the next day.
To being in love.
Back when your love actually mattered.
“Do you ever regret it?” You find yourself whispering into the space between you after a long silence. “Regret us?”
Her answer might split you in two but you're tired of the desperation that clings to you from the sheer amount of unsaid things that still linger in your mind. 
“No,” she replies, her voice so quiet you almost miss it. “I regret how things ended, I regret what I did to you…do you?”
You shake your head before you can stop yourself, the truth spilling out of you just as fast as the tears that painted your face the day she left. “I regret…how much I love you…how impossible it is for me to hate you.”
For a split second, you catch sight of the Hailee you once fell in love with. The one with warm eyes and the softest smile imaginable. The one who could easily break your walls down with a single chuckle. 
“Give it a few days,” she replies. “It’ll stop being so impossible.”
 It’s ridiculous how enamored her words make you. It’s also stupid and infuriating that no matter how badly you want to walk away from her, you can’t find a way to make your feet move. You’re stuck and that growing smirk on her face tells you she knows exactly how much you’re struggling.
“No witty comeback?” She questions, her head tilting slightly to the side in an almost mocking gesture.
“I’m just trying to decide if I should slap you or not.” Your words hold no real bite to them, even if you wish they did, and you both have to pretend neither of you notice the way you lean toward her.
Her eyes betray her as they slide down your face until they reach your lips. Her gaze rests there for longer than would be appropriate for an exchange between old friends. But you’re not old friends. You’re something more. Something that exceeds categories and reasons.
Something that rests completely in the space between your mouths.
It should be easy to turn away from her…but it isn’t…and you can’t stop yourself from meeting her half-way when she leans in close enough for you to feel her breath on your lips.
It’s a mistake.
But it’s one you make as easily as falling in loving her.
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sincerelylivvv · 2 years
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pairing: nate jacobs x fem!reader
summary: nate comes back in an attempt to get you back after what happened prior to your breakup
warnings: some language, nate being nate (obvi)
word count: 3,858
a/n: based of the song ‘dead’ by madison beer and is a part 2 to my previous fic linked here. please check that out before you read! if any of you would like to send in requests, please do! they are open, and honestly, i write for a lot of characters. i have plenty of more fics in the works hihi and if you wanna be tagged, lemme know :) i’m also vv sorry this took so long lmao
You could be here, but you're there
You could be anywhere and these days I don't even care no more
You only be showing me love whenever you've had too much
Whatever's been filling your cup, no more
 A part of you thought that Nate would have attempted to correct his wrongdoings by now. Come crawling back from the pit he's made for himself, but it seems he's everywhere but at that point. Usually, any other time he made a mess of himself, sparked some sort of fight or unneeded drama between the two of you, he'd come back, all doting and soft-spoken. Not this time, it seems. The affection would only last so long before something else appeared. Whether it was rumors of him cheating, getting into another altercation with someone at school or a party, or he felt the need to start harboring bad feelings towards you for whatever the reason was at the given time. 
Nathaniel Jacobs seemed to have found another recent victim last you heard. He showed up to school, coincidentally on a day while you were on vacation with your family, with his hand resting gently on the small of her back. You knew of the girl. She was one of the kinds of girls that never really showed up to parties, never drank, and pushed any form of drug away like it was out to get her. Props to her, you figured, because it did sometimes seem as if drugs and alcohol and all those fine things in life that seemed to make it a little more bearable, were actually out to get you. It didn't matter who you were, they didn't exclude anybody. They'd start you off by making you feel that exciting little buzz, like a first kiss or getting a little handsy with that certain person, and your head would spin. They'd convince you that you're not addicted, that you could never possibly be addicted to such a thing because you had a mentality of pure unaltered steel, saying that you didn't need them. But you'd miss that excitement you felt. That tingling that made you feel so happy yet so calm all at the same time. It was a rare feeling, one you could only find in certain people and things, but one of those things was drugs. You had seen plenty of times what they did to people. But you weren't that much of a saint either. You had dabbled in those kinds of things on more than one occasion, after all, Nate was the center of any attention at a party and usually, he'd use that to flaunt how fucked up he got on the subject at hand. 
As much as a part of you missed him, you were thankful you had more time to yourself. You had more time to spend with your friends, time for yourself, and your family. You thought your mental health would have been fucked up after the fallout, and maybe it was for a little, but you had more opportunities to work on it. You prioritized yourself and for once, you weren't labeled selfish for doing so. With that being said, he still crossed your mind, your path, your line of sight. It wasn't that easy to get rid of him. 
Nathaniel Jacobs could have been compared to that of a parasite. Leeching off of your kindness and wanting to help. You'd realize how toxic he was and all the red flags he would throw up, but he'd do his best to keep you close to him. He wanted a girl that loved him, but one he didn't love. That way it was easier to get things out of her and easy to get over her as soon as things went south. He'd show up with a cute gift or send you a text telling you to be ready in 15-30 minutes and then he'd take you out somewhere nice. You knew cared about you, there was too much of a past for him to just blow past you as if you were nothing. He put up a hell of a good front, though. 
You weren't any better. You made yourself pretty clear you didn't care about him anymore. Why should you? He humiliated you at a very public party and couldn't even fully own up to what he did. He was one of those guys that constantly called himself a man as a means to convince himself and others around him that he was one. But in all honesty, he was a boy who had yet to fully commit to life and the way the world worked. 
Baby, no more showing up when you're not sober
At my front door just to say you're alone tonight
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It's a reminder you're a liar and you know I'm right
Nathaniel Jacobs had a habit of coming back when he wasn't wanted. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried to brush him off, he came groveling back; ready to take from you with no intention of ever replenishing how much he took. He'd exhaust you and bury you with his brutish harshness and would ask why you were being such a bitch when trying to defend yourself. You had picked up several bad habits when with him, but you swore he was the worst.  
It was slightly rainy that night. A light drizzle that put you to sleep rather fast. It was at 12:49 in the morning when you awoke from the deep slumber that you were so caught up in. The blanket you remember having wrapped tightly around you to save you from the cold that filled your room due to your air conditioning had ended up hanging halfway off the bed. Your hair was secured tightly in the updo you put it in shortly before falling asleep as a means to keep it from sticking to you. 
It was your phone that rang first. The tune played softly, but loud enough that your mind deemed it important enough to make you wake up. Your eyes squinted at the bright, sudden light. You sighed upon seeing the caller. 'Nate'. You picked up the device hesitantly, the charger still connected. Your left thumb hovered over the screen, which you had dimmed in an attempt to save your eyes a lot of pain and trouble. You bit your lip as you contemplated answering it or not, your dry mouth still evident. You sighed again and your eyelids dropped as you thought better against it. Another confrontation after all this time wasn't something you needed. Your mental health had improved vastly since the breakup, and you were finally getting the peace you knew you deserved. Your back finally hit the soft mattress beneath you once again and your eyes fell shut. It only took about 8 seconds for your phone to start ringing again. Your heart broke a little. A part of it still craved him; longed to reach for the glowing screen next to you. It was enough to make you tear up. You didn't deserve the pain that he left you with. The haunting memories. 
The ringing eventually stopped, and you assumed that maybe he had given up. Perhaps realizing that he had better things he could be off doing or the fact that there was truly no hope left for the two of you; maybe he figured out that you didn't need or want him anymore. 
Your assumption turned out to be wrong. Instead of calling you once more, Nathaniel Jacobs took it upon himself to knock on your door instead. Heavy hits against the wood set in that he really was never going to go away. You'd think for such a large town and so many other girls' houses there are, he could find someone else to bother at such an ungodly time. 
You let out a shaky breath, knowing that you would have to make your way downstairs at some point. He was headstrong and stubborn, and you knew he wasn't going to go away so easily. And the last thing you wanted was your parents making their way down and finding him themselves. 
Your feet pattered softly against the dark-toned floorboards beneath you as you made your way to the foyer. You left the lights off downstairs, the moon letting in enough light for you to see where you were going. Your hand founds its way to the doorknob, but you froze right before opening it. You breathed slowly a few times, trying to brace yourself. It seemed no matter how many times you let the cold air in and out of your lungs, or how many times you told yourself that you could get through this, it was never enough. There would always be that doubt lingering in the back of your mind; like a plague. Settling down its roots and burying itself there. Nowhere else to be, nothing else to do besides break off slivers of the dignity and self-respect you had built back up for yourself. 
Nate heard the clicking of the lock behind him as he stood on your front porch facing the street you lived on. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder and upon seeing it was you who answered, just like he was hoping, his feet turned his body to face you. He didn't say anything at first, words escaping him once seeing you stood in the frame of the doorway, covered in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He wanted to reach out and pull you to him, telling you how much he's missed you and the hell he's been in ever since your breakup. He knew he looked rough; the toll was noticeable. But you didn't seem to look any different. Looking closer at you now, he saw that the bags under your eyes had dispersed a little and your hair had gotten longer. 
You stood there, expectantly. Your right eyebrow is half-raised in waiting. He cleared his throat and his eyes suddenly caught sight of his shoes. "Look, if you just came here to waste my time, I'll go right back to bed." Your words stung him a little, but he knew you had every right to be upset. Here he was standing in the rain, upset after a bad day, and worst of all, he had woken you up at an inappropriate time. 
"I'm sorry." Was all he could conjure up. No amount of 'I'm sorry' could make up for how he's treated you, but he figured it was at least a start. 
You sigh and rest your head against the still-open door. "I know, Nate, but..." You pause as your eyes meet his. Your knuckles clench against your thigh and you try to hold back any tears that may threaten to fall. "...But you can't just come back here like, like you are right now, Nate. It's not fair to you. And it sure as hell isn't fair to me." The longer you stood there, the more chance you had to catch on to the smell that drafted off of him. 'He's drunk', you thought bitterly. "Especially when drunk."
"I had a shitty day, Y/n," he mumbles. He was a little embarrassed, he had to admit. He felt stupid as he stood there, soaked, head to toe. He was more than aware that he wasn't completely sober, but at least he was still functional. He was about to continue his sentence, try to explain a little more as to why he was here, but you jumped in before he had a chance. 
"I really am sorry, Nate. But you can't be here right now." You were exhausted, that much was obvious. He was too. You did feel bad, he was in terrible shape, but he didn't have a right to come back to you as if nothing's changed. As if he didn't break you entirely. 
"Please, Y/n. I have nowhere else to go tonight and..."
You shake your head, "No, Nate." His shoulders fell in defeat. "But," You give him a once over, and his eyes stare at you, hopeful. "But I still have some of your clothes here if you wanna change." He sends you a thankful half-smile, grateful for the moment of empathy. You nod your head and step aside, motioning for him to come in. "Just wait here for now. I'm gonna get you a towel to dry off with." 
You pad up the stairs as quietly as you can as to not want to wake your parents or your sister. All three parties would have a heart attack if they found out just who was in the foyer right now. You nudge the bathroom door of the second-floor hallway open and grasp the handle of one of the cabinets that held towels and rags. Gripping the soft blue fabric of the towel you saw first, you slide back out of the room. Before going back downstairs, you make your way into your bedroom and go through your closet to try and find the clothes that you still had after all this time. Finding a sweatshirt and a pair of grey joggers that belonged to him, you grab both articles of clothing and tread down the stairs where you see Nate standing, looking over some of the newer family photos your parents had added to the house. 
Your hand reaches out, and once he notices the towel in his peripherals, he takes it out of your hand. He runs the cotton fabric over the back of his neck and through his hair first, trying to drain as much of the moisture out as he can. You didn't really know what to do next. You felt awkward standing there with him, but you couldn't just leave him to his own devices, either. You point your finger over to the guest bedroom that resided on the first floor. "You can, uh, just change over there." Nate follows your finger and nods silently. He grips the spare change of clothes and throws the now damp towel over his right shoulder. You watch blankly as he walks away and once the door shuts quietly, you run both of your hands over your face. Why you decided to help him, you couldn't quite figure out. He no longer deserved the time and effort you gave him the past few moments. And he had no right to come to you knowing full well that you both were in vulnerable positions; him more than you. It seemed as if he had yet to actually move on, or even make an effort to. There were plenty of other houses he could have shown up to and he would have been way more welcomed than he was with you. Whereas with you, you were getting to the point where you would finally be at peace with what happened. That total awareness and feeling of not caring about him. Not in a spiteful way, but more of you never really thought about him, wouldn't be upset if he was happy with someone else, and you didn't wish bad upon him. The end goal everyone wants after a relationship.
By the time Nate had gotten done drying off and getting dressed, you had been slipping in and out of consciousness on the dining room table. He was half-tempted to just up and leave. Let you fall asleep there and make you wonder if any of it had ever actually happened. But the other part of him thought of the possibility of this ending with the two of you on the path of getting back together again. The latter part won over. 
His fingers swept softly over your shoulder, at first. Then, he added a little more pressure and slowly woke you up. You groaned and did your best to stretch your body out. Taking the position that you did in the chair, even for a short while, still caused your back to ache. Your eyes were squinted at first, but blinking some of the sleep out of them, you looked up at Nate. He was standing only inches from you with the same smirk he carried around almost everywhere. 
"All done?" Your voice was low and a little raspy. You yawned again as you waited for Nate to answer you. 
He cleared his throat and nodded his head. "Yeah."
You motioned your head to the front door, "I think the rain's let up. You should be good going home." You made eye contact with him as you finished your sentence, looking at him expectantly. You wanted to make sure to set boundaries and hoped that he wouldn't make himself desperate enough to try and stay the night with you. 
"Um, I was actually hoping to stay here...tonight."
You closed your eyes, frustrated and exhausted. "No, Nate. Look, helping you out this one time...that's one thing. But there's no way I'm letting it become any more than that. Go. Home."
"Please, Y/N. Just tonight. I'm alone and I don't have anywhere else to go. If you could-"
"I said no, Nate."
You say you can't live without me
So why aren't you dead yet?
Why you still breathing? 
And if you say you can't live without me
Then why aren't you dead yet?
Why do you say that?
"Please..." He begged. His eyes bounced over your face, searching for any empathy, but found none. He thought if anyone would understand, it'd be you. You knew full well of how shitty his home life was, and you had been there for him any other time. Did he want you back? Everyday. There was hardly a time when he wasn't thinking about you and wishing things had turned out different. But he had also learned throughout the breakup that it wasn't fair on you to have to constantly be taking care of him and for him to take advantage of it. He realized how often he took you for granted. He just hated that it took him so long to figure it out. 
You shook your head and attempted to stop yourself from crying. "No. I'm sorry, Nate." You refused to look at him at this point, knowing that you would break, and the tears would fall as soon as you saw him. "Please just go home."
He bit the bottom of his lip and gripped his hair in frustration. "Just tonight. Y/n. That's all I'm asking. You want nothing to do with me afterward? Fine. But I can't...I can't do this without you. I can't live like this. Not without you." Although his voice started out a little loud, it had gradually softened. 
He was looking at you again and noticed how you tried your best not to look at him. Your eyes were stuck on the tabletop in front of you and your fingers were playing with one of the rings that resided on your right hand. You jumped in your seat in shock, when feeling his hand fall on your thigh. He was bent down, on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with the same brown eyes you had fallen in love with when you went out with him for the first time. 
"No, Nate." Your voice had risen to be more stern. "Why do you say shit like that. 'I can't live without you?' That's so pathetic. If you can't live without me, then how the fuck are you still here? Still breathing? Still alive?" Your goal not to be loud enough to wake your family up had flown out the window at this point. You were on the point of yelling and it was only a matter of time before he reciprocated the action. It's just who he was. 
You could hear hushed talking upstairs, a few footsteps, and then you heard your name being called. "What's going on?" Your mother's voice was gentle yet curious. Neither had come downstairs yet, which you decided to take advantage of.
Your eyes flashed with panic for a moment, whilst Nate's were watchful. "Nothing, mom! A friend just needed me for a bit." Your parents must have been satisfied with your answer because you hadn't heard anything back besides their footsteps back to bed. 
"A friend, huh?" Nate has his notorious smirk plastered on his face which you can't help but glare at. You stand up, chair screeching out from under you and Nate backs up a bit to give you some space. 
You scoff at him and shake your head. "You come here and take my generosity for granted, again, and the only takeaway you've gotten from this is the fact that I referred to you as a 'friend' to save your ass, and what, now you think you still have a chance?" You stare at him in bewilderment. You knew he was stubborn, but you think after making it obvious you no longer wanted anything to do with him, he'd pick up on the hint and leave. At this point, it felt useless. And here you are, made a fool, all because you didn't feel like putting up a fight when you were woken up at such an indecent time. 
He didn't say anything back, just stared at his feet in what you hoped was shame, but sincerely doubted that it truly was. His jaw began ticking and you knew it was only a few short minutes before he blew up.
He tried his best to calm the rage that simmered in the pit of his stomach. But as he stood there with you glaring holes into him, the less sorrow he felt and more resentment. He thought coming here with the both of you in somewhat vulnerable states would help repatch the problems that were created; offer a new start and move forward like the two of you had done before. 
He pinched the bridge of his nose and slowed his breathing. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I am. What more do you want me to say?"
You glowered at him. "I don't want you to say anything. And the fact that you had the audacity to ask that is pathetic. As if repeating whatever I told you would make up for all the shit you put me through." You huff and run your tongue over your top teeth. "All I want, is for you to leave, Nate."
Both his jaw and his knuckles clench and he slowly closes the distance between the two of you. His left-hand palms the side of your face but before you can snap at him, he speaks up. "I need you to listen to me, babe," He pauses, and your jaw closes just as quick as it opened. "I am never leaving. I'm not gonna go away and pretend that we never happened." He smirks as he sees a brief moment of fear flash through your eyes. His finger twirls around a loose strand of hair and he continues, voice low and dangerous.  "Me and you? We're fucking endgame."
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Hahah ok, here's my thoughts for us to compare notes.
- Watermelon Sugar was probably the thing that started to annoy me first, just completely overplayed and not worthy of the praise it got.
- His fans are insane and I do not want to be associated with those people.
- The COVID tshirt he designed/sold whilst the world was in lockdown but he continued to go on vacation and just disregard that the world was burning from the plague.
- I hate how he handled his tours being rescheduled, along with the lack of communication to fans regarding their money he had sat on for two whole years during a pandemic. Especially Australia who were not informed their tour was cancelled because he was doing a film.
- Pretty bored of him claiming he's 'private' but being forced by his team to see his girlfriend who's always being shoved down our throats every instance they can.
- Not really into how he hasn't promoted his latest album. Seems like he knows he's successful now and doesn't need to try/convince people he's made a good solid piece of work.
- His interviews are boring and he's too censored now to the point where there's absolutely nothing to relate too. His team have done a great job in making him a blank canvas for everyone to project onto but he's boring me.
- He's gone full Hollywood Harry with the films, a makeup brand nobody needed in Pleasing, a Gucci clothing line, he performed at Coachella when it's extremely well known the owners of Coachella are extremely racist/homophobic/donated tons of money toward turning over Roe v Wade in the US.
- And him and Olivia give me the ick. The whole cheating on set is extremely unprofessional and they both have zero remorse for what they did to the crew/her children etc.
- I finally realised he's just a white man who likes to make money and will exploit his fans constantly to do it under the guise of 'love' and 'TWPK' 😵‍💫
omg we have similar notes lol starting off strong with ws slander (Lights Up deserved so much better imo)
i resonate with most of these (omg the covid shirt lmao we'll never forget) and i'd also add the time when fans were asking for the merch they bought months prior and were wondering where it was meanwhile boxes of merch were given to cast + crew that harry was working with
him being an actor too, easily getting roles with his established level of fame when aspiring actors bust their asses trying to get a big break and then he whittles his experience as an actor down to "it's pretty easy cos it's just like playing make believe" like no wonder this guy's acting abilities (of what we've seen tbf) are subpar at best since he doesn't seem to think there's much to embodying a character or anything
and to add to the way he handled tour, when he postponed the UK tour to early 2021 and then towards the first date of the tour, everyone was like what's going on? is it still happening? etc. just for everyone to find out a week prior that Harry was casted in MP and that filming would start literally that week the postponed tour was supposed to start (fucking spineless honestly)
on the whole, it's really been as you’ve said, cos of the way fans have been treated and the way he makes it out like they're still so important like is this? a toxic relationship?
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♋️// omg,, she's aliove!!
I love talking to you too !! Sorry I’ve been traveling and it’s killing me fr- I cannot snap back into a routine at all it’s taking a toll on me lmao. 
Yeah I’m quite literally done taking charge on doing things, I’ll 100% only do it for my friends if I’m the free one and they are busy with work or school bc like how tf do you think tourists travel? Yk? Like the Internet is free that is no excuse to come up to someone trying to make an effort to have fun and be rude about it. Worst part is once they left and I went on, they dead ass stoped talking to me, so I guess its a blessing too. 
DAY.CARE LITERALLY- they would be like, ‘Omg *name lmao* you’re like a mom, with your plans and wake up calls’… well yea htf are we gonna sleep until 2 and like not get anything done or see anything??? Also so unprofessional, we had an event later at night and I had to convince then to go to sleep earlier the night before then take an hour to nap so we can not slug through the event and I am not kidding I thought I was taking too 5 year olds, maybe that’s how we should be, bc I also wonder that would happen if we were oblivious asf too yk.  Oh man, one bad thing or let me down once I become really distant, because I genuinely been through enough and I won’t let other people add to it either lol..
The internalized misogyny in women is really incredibly harmful, there is no man worthy to lose a friendship to no matter who it is truly there is a person who will love you for you and I’m sure it won’t require putting other women down, LET ALONE YOUR FRIENDS!! I genuinely hope they heal tho ://  
Honestly I really want her to like explain it all,, like how she met then, what did she tell them, how did she do it- like an academic essay. 
With that being said- Nepo is out, ‘home depo’ is in, everyone who is alive and has a roof over their head  (incredibly grateful) is a home depo baby- so we are all home depo babies. 
I really hope they get better, but I truly know there are really good men, and really good guys, I hope they start showing face bc I’m so tired of clowns lmao, I’m so sorry about your ex, I’m grateful mine actually left me (even though I think he was low-key cheating) Im happy he didn’t really fuck me over fully, I’ve heard from my gfs such shit, it is jaw-dropping. 
I didn’t make them lmfao I’m home and I literally do not have half of the ingredients I'll try again during the week but i swear I'll make it once, they taste bomb then another time and they are shit... wtf 
FUCK A RELATIONSHIP???? SHIEEETTTTT I DIDN;T EVEN THINK OF THAT BRO THAT PLUS A KID STFU WHO TF NO NO NO I NEED MY OWN HOME, I genuinely fr on a real note really hope I’m not my partner's first priority I appreciate me being like 2nd to 3rd, where 1st is themselves, then their ambitions then me and their family… 
yoyoyooooo👋✨💗
ouuu i hope the traveling went well! take it easy cause oml, traveling can get so stressful. at these trying times we’re all like…
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they stopped talking to you?! fuck, the audacity. they need a class on how to be actual good friends. but at least you got rid of fake people who contribute nothing to your personal growth and hopefully they learn.
SOOOO UNPROFESSIONAL- like, you’re just not taking any of my efforts into consideration, get your shit together and stop acting like a child. BTW i feel like some friends abuse on the whole ‘omg you’re like a mom’ they take it as they’re little inside joke and just use it to disrespect the extra effort we put in.
bro the internalized misogyny in women is insaneeee. my last ex and i kinda had the same friend group and when i dropped him after saying ‘he was with me 70% bc he had a secure fuck and 30% bc he kinda liked me’ the girls from the group were all like ‘well that comment was not bad, at least he likes you’ putting him on a fucking pedestal and making it seem like i was in the wrong for standing up for myself. then they ghosted me and took his side, that was the most heartbreaking thing ever cause they were my “friends” first.
now they’re still out there partying with him every weekend and posting it all over social. BUT OH WELL, IT’S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR🤷‍♀️
a ‘step by step on how to date two best friends’ by jennifer coolidge.
see, even lenny kravitz has a crush on her, istg she can do everythinggggg🤣
YOOO HOME DEPO BABIES!!! LOVE IT
oh yeah, i’m still hopeful! there’s for sure amazing guys out there, but they need to come out of hiding ‘cause we’re all tired of clowns.
‘i swear i'll make it once, they taste bomb then another time and they are shit’ -literally me, i love making chocolate chip cookies but every time they taste so different but the recipe is the same, so idk.
oh i 100% agree, i would be content with being 2nd to 3rd in that way. i feel like in any sort it relationship you’ve gotta put yourself first to then love or care for someone else, if not, it just doesn’t work. plus i enjoy my solitude, so i wouldn’t want someone with me like 24/7.
anywayssss, besides your hectic traveling schedule i hope you had an easy weekend and a great start you your week😙💗
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A/N: merry christmas my loves! i know it's just the 24th but this is considered christmas for me lmao. so today is day one of my triple holiday update, meaning that i have two more fics coming out in the next two days! hope you'll enjoy them and have a great time with your family, loved ones, whoever you're celebrating with!🥰
PAIRING: doctor!Harry Styles X Reader
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This is pretty typical, who else would end up like this? Spending Christmas Eve at the hospital because you fell down the stairs while being wine drunk, spending the evening alone since you just threw out a week ago your cheating boyfriend. You were supposed to spend tonight at Martin’s parents so you could spend the 25th with your family. It was all planned and you were looking forward to it… right until you found another woman’s nudes in his phone and at first he denied it, but he couldn’t lie enough to convince you of his innocence so he gave up and admitted everything.
You didn’t have the courage to tell your family, so they are still expecting the two of you to show up tomorrow, that’s why you chose to chug a whole bottle of white wine and get drunk. It would have been fine, crying some, watching a movie and falling into bed either ridiculously early or at sunrise. But you fucked it up. Your apartment has this awfully steep set of stairs leading up to the bedroom and your fuzzy socks slipped at the top of the stairs, you flew right down, screaming for your life as you fell face down and hit your head pretty badly.
Your neighbor, Amir heard you and came to your rescue. He was the one who told you to get your head checked, you could easily have a concussion. At first you tried to play it off, but you could barely get up from the floor without the world spinning around you. Being the angel that he is, he drove you to the hospital and told you to call him if you need a ride home, but you won’t bother him any longer so you’ll probably call an Uber to get home.
So now you’re sitting in the waiting area of the emergency room as part of the biggest holiday losers in the city. There are burnt hands and faces, sprained ankles and there’s a whole ass family and from where you’re sitting two of them had a fight at dinner and someone’s nose broke.
And here you are, trying not to fall off the chair because your head is still spinning. You’ve been here for an hour, at this point you’ve memorized the names of all the nurses on duty: Brenda, Stella, Lucy and Norah.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling out you see your sister’s name on the screen. She sent a photo into the family group chat, a nice picture of her and her husband with their daughter who just turned one. They look so damn cute and disgustingly happy. You’d be fine with it normally, but not after what Martin did to you, turning you into a bitter single woman right before the holidays.
“Cool, can’t wait for their pity to hit me tomorrow,” you growl, sending a heart emoji as your answer before locking the phone and putting it away.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” Nurse Stella calls out and you get so excited it’s finally your turn that you jump to your feet, but that’s the worst you could do.
“Woah,” you breathe out as the whole room starts spinning and you feel like you’re gonna lose balance any moment. You hear the nurses call out to each other when they see you and before you could meet the ground for a second time tonight, two strong arms catch you.
“Easy, Miss Y/L/N,” a smooth, husky voice with a thick British accent speaks up and it definitely belongs to the arms that are holding you.
It takes a few moments to clear your vision and see the ridiculously handsome man helping you up to your feet. He is wearing blue scrubs and a white coat with a nametag on it that reads “Dr. Styles”.
“Um, thanks,” you mumble with a nervous laugh as you’re standing on your feet again.
“Alright, let’s get you in there to have a look at you,” he hums gently, one hand on your waist as he holds yours with his other, walking you into the first room in the hallway. He takes you to a chair next to his desk, helping you sit before his hands let go of you.
He looks unfairly sexy, doctors shouldn’t be this hot, because how can you focus on anything about your health when all you can think about is him? He looks a bit older than you, but not more than thirty-five probably, a gentle stubble adorning his face that has a friendly smile stretched across his face.
“I’m Dr. Harry Styles, I’ll be making sure you’re alright tonight,” he smiles, peeking at your papers you filled out when you arrived. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You love the way your name rolls down your tongue. “Can I call you Y/N? Or do you want to stick to Miss Y/L/N?”
“Y/N is fine,” you manage to speak up, sounding a tad bit out of breath. He shoots you a small smile before turning back to your papers, giving it a good read.
“So, tell me what happened exactly.”
“I, uhh… I fell down the stairs,” you clear your throat, feeling your cheeks heating up.
“How did that happen?” he asks with a concerned look on his face as he is now looking at you instead of your papers. You can tell he is thinking that it wasn’t just a coincidence.
“Oh, I was just… Alright, I’ve had some wine tonight and my fuzzy socks were extremely slippery, so I slipped and fell down the stairs. My neighbor heard me screaming and he brought me in.”
Dr. Styles seems amused by your story, a cheeky smirk is tugging on his pink lips. He scribbles down something to your file before rolling closer to sit in front of you.
“Okay, let’s check if you have a concussion. Did you throw up?”
He holds up his little lamp, checking both your eyes and you try to ignore how you just want to melt into his hand that’s holding the side of your head to keep you in place.
“No, I’ve just been feeling dizzy.”
“Does your head hurt? Where did you hit it?”
“Here,” you sigh running a finger over the side of your head, a small bump already forming on it. Harry inspects it gently, humming to himself before writing a few more things into your file.
“Okay, I think you don’t have a concussion, but the way you collapsed was a bit concerning. So I want you to stay here for the night, just to make sure you’re fine and you can leave in the morning.”
“Oh…”
“Do you need to be somewhere?” he asks without looking up, he just keeps writing.
“No, not until tomorrow. Well, I wouldn’t mind if I stayed tomorrow as well,” you add mumbling.
“Don’t want to see your family?”
“Usually I do, but now I’m gonna have to tell them that my boyfriend cheated on me and that’s why I showed up alone.”
You have no idea why you just said it, he is a total stranger, he doesn’t need to know how big of a loser you are, but you just couldn’t help it.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” The way he furrows his eyebrows is just so adorable, you want to kiss him so badly. “This is an awfully bad time to be alone,” he hums and you nod awkwardly. “Well, you won’t be alone tonight now, I’ll… make sure to check on you often,” he smiles at you swear you forget to breathe for a moment as you nod, completely stunned by him.
Nurse Brenda walks you to a room where you’ll spend the night at, sharing it with a woman in her forties who got taken in with a broken leg. She introduces herself as Celine and she is actually great company. The nurses lend you some clothes you can sleep in and you’ve barely just settled down when Dr. Styles shows up again and your heart skips a beat.
“Hey, everything okay?” he smiles at you, walking closer to your bed before greeting Celine as well shortly.
“Yeah, I’m feeling just fine,” you nod with a nervous smile.
“Still feeling dizzy?”
“Just a bit.” And it’s mostly because of him, but you keep that to yourself.
“Hopefully it’ll go away soon. I’ll be around if you feel worse, just call the nurse station.”
“Thank you, Dr. Styles,” you blink at him with a small smile.
“Alright, take care, ladies,” he smiles at you and Celine before walking out of the room.
“Woah, he was… sexy!” Celine gasps.
“Right? I can barely get a word out when he is around,” you chuckle.
“I think he likes you too.”
“What? Come on, no!” you scoff shaking your head.
“Oh he does. And if he comes in to check on you another time in the next hour he is definitely into you,” she grins before turning back towards the TV.
You don’t believe Celine. There’s no way this sexy doctor could be interested in you beyond just his job which is to make sure you’re okay.
But then he shows up again.
Two times.
Celine can barely hold her laughter back when Dr. Styles walks in for the second time in the next about one and a half hour just to check in on you. With your state and how well you’re feeling it’s totally unnecessary to come by your room this often, so you start to think that there’s something else behind his nice act.
It’s sometime after one am when you dare to wander out of your room. You can’t sleep, the unknown atmosphere totally throwing you off so you opt for a little walk around the floor.
“Everything alright, darling?” One of the nurses asks you.
“Oh, yeah, I just can’t sleep, is all,” you shrug smiling.
“Would you like some medication to help you?” she offers, but you decline.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
The hallways are quiet and empty, most patients on the floor are sleeping, only the nurses are walking from one room to the other, checking in on some patients. Rounding the corner you find the waiting area where friends and family can usually linger around, but now it’s empty. You plop down to one of the cushioned chairs and reach for a magazine on the table, mindlessly flipping through it. It’s old, from years ago and you try not to think about how many people have touched it.
“You should be resting in your room.”
Your head snaps up at the familiar voice, finding Dr. Styles walking towards you with a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.
“Oh, I’m just… I have trouble sleeping at unfamiliar places.”
“You can get some meds for that.”
“I know, but… it’s alright,” you just shrug. He finally arrives to you and takes the chair next to you. “On a break?”
“Kind of,” he chuckles. “You just use the quiet minutes to have a break before hell breaks loose again.”
“Must be really tiring. I always admired doctors for their dedication.”
“Some can’t deal with it, but I feel like I’m alright for now,” he smiles at you, taking a sip from the coffee. “I hope you’re not restless because of your ex.”
“Um, I would love to say it doesn’t bother me anymore, but that would be a blatant lie,” you chuckle awkwardly, dropping the magazine back to the table as you lean back in your seat.
“He must be a real asshole to do that. Especially to such a pretty young woman,” he smirks at you and your heart skips a beat again. This man has you wrapped around his fingers.
“You’re saying that as if you are decades older than me,” you huff smiling.
“How old do you think I am?”
“How old do you think I am?” you ask back.
“I hope you do realize that I’ve seen your personal info in your papers and it had your date of birth as well,” he chuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.
“Okay, then how old did you think I was before you sneakily saw my age? I’ll tell you too after.”
“Alright, I was guessing about twenty-three.”
“But I’m actually twenty-five,” you smile, stating the obvious he already knows. “I guessed you no more than thirty-five, but you seem younger than that actually.”
“I’m turning thirty-three in February,” he answers with a warm smile. Okay, so that’s a total of seven years of age difference, that’s not bad at all.
“And how does your wife like your night shifts?”
It’s a sneaky question, not as sneaky as you would have liked to mask your interest in his relationship status, but it’s only fair if you know it after you eagerly shared yours earlier.
Harry eyes you with an amused smile before shaking his head slightly.
“I don’t have a wife. Not even a girlfriend actually.”
“Oh, then something must be wrong with you. No way a man like you is single!” you gasp dramatically and at this point, you’re openly flirting with him. There’s no use of hiding it, especially because you’re convinced you’ll never see him again once you leave in the morning.
“A man like me? What does that mean?”
“Smart, successful, funny and incredibly hot.”
“Wow,” he chuckles, a rosy tint adorning his cheeks and you like the thought of making him blush. “You don’t beat around the bush! You surely feel better because you could barely speak earlier,” he teases you, making you laugh.
“Just shooting my shot at the hot doctor.”
“Are you just fishing for a new date to bring home to your family?”
“Oh, that’s actually a great idea!” you gasp, but he just chuckles. “Are you free tomorrow?”
The question is half a joke and half serious. You realize that it’s a little too much to ask from him, bringing him home to your family as a first date, but part of you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to walk in, tell your family that Martin cheated on you, but it’s all good because you’re dating this hot doctor now.
He opens his mouth to answer, but then something buzzes in his pocket and he is quick to check it.
“Sorry, I have to run now. Please, try to sleep a little, you need to rest,” he gently smiles at you as he stands from the chair, chugs his coffee down and rushes away fast, leaving you hanging.
You don’t see Harry for the rest of the night and you manage to fall asleep a little after two, only to be woken up at six by the nurses bringing breakfast. Another doctor arrives soon to check you and finalize your release and you’re actually disappointed you haven’t seen Harry since your little chat.
Just when you’re dressed, gathering your things, saying goodbye to Celine, a familiar figure appears at the door. Harry is still wearing his scrubs and coat, he looks undeniably tired, but still so handsome it’s unfair.
“Heard you’re clear to go,” he smiles at you as you grab your bag and walk closer to him.
“Yeah. Thank you for everything.”
“Let me… Let me walk you out,” he offers and he definitely seems a bit nervous. You nod and the two of you head out side by side.
“You owe me an answer,” you smirk at him teasingly.
“I do,” he chuckles breathily. “But I’m afraid I don’t have one for you.”
“You don’t have one because you don’t know whether you want to see me again or not, or because…?”
“I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t been on a date in so long, I’m not even sure I know how to do it,” he admits with a nervous laugh. “You’re… an incredible woman, Y/N. And I would love to see you again, I’m just… not sure if I’m ready for it. I spend most of my time here, working, I’m afraid it’s not the right time.”
“That’s fine,” you smile at him and you do understand his reasons. Still, you’re a bit bummed you won’t be seeing him again. “But if you change your mind, feel free to check my address in my files. I’m leaving for family dinner at four,” you add with a cheeky wink.
“Okay,” he chuckles softly. “Take care, Y/N.”
“You too, Dr. Styles.”
“Harry. It’s just… Call me Harry.”
“Harry,” you say, tasting the name on your tongue. “Happy holidays,” you smile before walking out through the automatic sliding doors. You glance back one last time, seeing Harry still standing at the same spot as he waves after you. Returning it you turn back around and head home.
Thanks to the eventful night and the lack of sleep, you opt to spend most of the day napping. The dizziness is finally gone and you’re feeling just fine, only have a little lump on your head, but your hair is hiding that perfectly. When you wake up you throw together a quick brownie that you promised your mom you’d bring and then you get ready to at least look like a presentable loser at the dinner. You’re truly not in the mood to answer all kinds of questions about Martin, the best would be if you could just stuff your face in peace and come back home and chug another bottle of wine alone.
You’re already getting ready to leave when your doorbell rings and you freeze. Could it be…?
You rush to the door and peek out through the peephole and your jaw drops to the floor when you see Harry on the other side.
“Dr. Styles!” you greet him eagerly as you throw the door open. “I mean, Harry,” you correct yourself quickly, making him laugh. He’s changed the white coat and blue scrubs to a pair of black slacks and a red sweater under his coat and you can’t ignore the fact that he is holding onto a bouquet of supermarket flowers he probably picked up on his way here.
“Hey, I hope… I hope it’s not weird that I’m here,” he chuckles awkwardly.
“I told you to use my address freely,” you smile at him. “How can I help you? I hope you didn’t come here to check in on me.”
“No,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m actually… I thought about it… I thought about you and I realized that I was stupid. So I’m here to make it up and if you still want me to, I would love to be your date today.”
Your eyes widen at his offer, you were definitely not expecting this turn of events.
“What? You really want to meet my family?”
“If it’s alright,” he shrugs chuckling. “I know it’s not the best idea for a first date, but I… I want to help you. And my male pride will not let you go home on your own after what your ex did to you.”
“That’s really nice, but I wouldn’t want to throw you in front of my whole family just like that. Have you even slept since you left the hospital?”
“I had a trip home, took a nice nap, that’s enough for me to last this one evening,” he smiles at you and you don’t doubt him.
“You can come with me, but under one condition.”
“And what is that?”
“We come back here and you’re gonna sleep. I will not be the reason you turn into a zombie.” The coy smile on your face is a tell for him that there might be a bit more than just sleeping, though you’re serious about that.
“I can work with that,” he chuckles softly. “So, do we have a deal?”
“Yeah, let me grab my coat and we can leave. And I’ll give you a quick lesson about my family before I throw you in front of the wolves.”
“I’ll take notes,” he smirks at you before you head out to your car.
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leossmoonn · 3 years
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Second Chance
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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader
type - fluff, lil angst
note / request - “hi! can we get a carl x reader during like season 10. they were together in the past and they broke up, but hang out everyday. but carl still likes her so he tries getting her back.” this is so trash lmao, but enjoy!
summary - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back
warnings - language, underage drinking, suggestive content but no real smut
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“Hey, C-Bear!” You called out.
“‘Sup, Y/n/n!” Carl smiled at you. You ran up the stairs of his porch and gave him a tight hug.
“How was Florida?” Carl asked once you pulled back.
“Hot as shit, but fun. How was Chicago?” You asked a giggle.
“Same old,” he shrugged.
You looked at your best friend and smiled. “So, what’re we gonna do today? It is the last day of summer.”
“I was thinking of just hanging out here. It’s too hot to do anything,” Carl shrugged.
You nodded, “Sounds good.”
You two walked into Carl’s house. You saw Franny on the couch with Debbie.
“Hey, Debs. Hi, Fran-Fran!” You squealed and went over to Franny.
“Y/n!” Franny exclaimed.
“How have you been, squirt?” You asked the little girl, picking her up in your arms.
“Good,” she smiled widely. “Good,” you smiled.
Carl looked at you while talking to Franny, absolutely mesmerized.
You and Carl had dated the previous summer. You two had a good run. You lasted for 6 months before Carl had met a girl named Anne at his job. You noticed him slipping away slowly everyday. It broke your heart and you knew that you had to end it. Carl obviously didn’t realize he was falling in love with someone else, so you sat him down and told him you were breaking up with him. It hurt like a bitch for you, but you knew it was for the best so you wouldn’t end up getting more hurt in the end. You handled it maturely, telling him that you two could still be friends no matter what. You two were friends way before you dated, anyways. 
Carl handled it differently, though. He was angry at you for accusing him for falling in love with another girl. He cursed at you, stormed out of your car, and didn’t talk to you for 2 weeks. You missed him, but you were kind of thankful he left you alone. 
In those 2 weeks, you were able to rediscover your self worth. You managed to convince yourself that Carl was just like every other guy at your age; stupid. You knew you were hot shit and if he didn’t want you, then that was his loss. 
Even though you said this to yourself everyday, the hurt feelings didn’t stop. It took you a good 2 months to stop thinking about Carl and Anne together, him possibly cheating on you while he was on the job. You finally got over all the anxious thoughts and were happier now. You’d never admit it, but you were still in love with Carl, and you knew that he was the one, but the one that got away. 
Those 2 weeks for Carl were absolute hell. He missed you so much and started to pull away from Anne. Pulling away from Anne made him realize that you were right. That he was slowly falling in love with another woman, but he also realized that he loved you more. He took those 2 weeks to straighten himself up. He did pep-talks with himself, had his brothers help him out in what to do. They gave him hell for letting you go. Even they knew you were the one for him and reminded him of it everyday.  
Carl called you up after those two weeks and you agreed to try and be friends. It was hard for the first month, for both of you. You two were quiet and awkward when you hung out. You wouldn’t even hug him goodbye when you left his house, much less a high-five. But, it gradually got easier. You two saw each other more and fell into a comfortable rhythm, which consisted of you ignoring your feelings of love for him, and Carl acknowledging his feelings for you, always thinking of ways to get you back, but none of them working out. 
Now it was a year later and you two were back to being best friends like you were before you started dating. You had pushed the feelings you had for Carl away so much, it was barely there anymore. It was the opposite for Carl, he was still so deeply in love with you. So now that it was the last day of summer, he had planned to spend the whole day with you, try and woo you and get you back. 
“Are you hungry?” Carl asked, grabbing back your attention. 
You nodded. “Starving.”
“I think we have some cookies we can bake, right Debs?” Carl asked his sister. 
“I think so. We also have decorating icing, too,” Debbie said. 
“Great! What kind of cookies do you guys have?” You asked, going over to the kitchen.  “Just chocolate chip, I think. Maybe sugar cookies?” Debbie said. 
You hummed and looked in their fridge and found two rolls of chocolate chip and sugar cookies. 
“Found ‘em!” You exclaimed excitedly. 
Carl went into the kitchen with you, smiling at the happy expression you had on your face.
“Help me put them on a tray?” You asked. 
Carl nodded and went next to you. He took the sugar cookie roll and broke it into pieces. Debbie walked over to the kitchen, taking a seat, wanting to catch up with you.
“So, why did you guys do in Florida?” Debbie asked. 
“Went swimming, went to Universal Studios. We went to a lot of nice restaurants. I met a few cute guys there, too,” you smiled. 
“Ooh, really?” Debbie smirked. “Any that stuck?”
“This one kid named Josh. We played volleyball on the beach for a while. He told me he liked my swim suit,” you smirked. 
“Did you two hook up,” Debbie asked.  
Carl tensed at her words. He hoped you would say no. You weren’t like someone to jump into things like that so fast. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Carl, but he knew that you took time in getting to know him. Plus, your first time was with him. 
“Nah. I’m pretty sure he had a girlfriend. There was a girl on the beach that kept glaring at me and hanging onto his arm. I even saw them kiss a few times,” you snorted. 
“Wow, he sounds like an ass,” Debbie said. 
“Yep. That’s why I rejected his kind offer to fuck,” you laughed.
“Atta girl,” Debbie gave you a high-five. 
“Yeah, I didn’t really feel like becoming the talk of the town or whoever those people lived,” you chuckled. 
"It’s good you said no,” Carl chimed in. 
“Oh, yeah, why? Besides the obvious,” you raised a brow. 
“Because it’s not you to hook up randomly,” Carl said. 
“Are you implying I’m a prude,” you chuckled. 
“No, no. I just... you waited until we dated to fuck, I-”
“Yeah, yeah,” you cut Carl off. You moved to put the cookies in the oven. Carl couldn't see it, but you were very flustered.
Him mentioning your romantic past brought up memories. These memories were the ones you didn’t mind remembering. They just made your legs weak heart swell. 
Carl was right, you did wait until you two were dating to have sex. You wanted it to be special and even though you two were just friends at the time, before you two were dating, you knew that sex with him would be special. And to your delight, it was. He was gentle, sweet, loving. He payed attention to you the whole time. It was one of the things you knew would live in your memory forever. 
“You waited?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” you stood back up and shrugged. 
“Wow, I wish I had your self control,” Debbie snorted.
“It wasn't about self control. It was just knowing who was right for me,” you said. Your gaze fell on Carl as you said those words. 
He had a small on his face, to which you returned. Your heart fluttered at the sight, which made you avert your gaze immediately. Even though you didn’t mind the memories, you did mind the feelings they and him brought. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was still attracted to him. 
That part of you was the one you constantly had to push away. You had to remind yourself what he did. How he fell in love with another girl. How he let go someone good, kind, so loving and supportive. You knew if you let that other part of you invade your mind and feelings, you would be in his bed making out with him and possibly getting hurt, which was something you didn’t want. 
“How long do these have to bake?” Carl asked. 
“Like 15-20 minutes,” you said. He nodded and put his tray in the oven. 
“Wanna watch a movie?” Carl asked. 
“Sure,” you nodded. 
“I’m gonna go and meet Claudia. Watch Franny for me?” Debbie asked. 
“I’d love to!” You smiled. You loved Franny. She was such an easy and good kid to watch. She took care of herself, too, so all you had to do was make her food whenever she was hungry.
“Great, thank you. I’ll see you guys later!” Debbie smiled and left the house. 
“Franny, do you wanna watch a movie with us?” You asked the little girl. 
“Yeah!” She smiled. 
“Great! What movie do you want to watch?” You asked. 
Carl smiled at you as you talked to Franny. Seeing you play with Franny was one of the things that made him fall in love with you. Seeing a girl good with kids was attractive as hell. 
“She wants to watch Sleeping Beauty,” you said and walked over with Franny to the couch. 
“Alright. I’ll put in the DVD,” Carl said. 
“Thanks,” you smiled.
He smiled back at you and nodded. You sat on the couch, Franny sitting next to you. Carl walked back to the couch and groaned internally. He was planning on sitting next to you so you could lay your head on his shoulders whenever you go tired, which was something you did during every movie you two watched together. But now you couldn’t do that because Franny was sitting in the middle. 
“What’s wrong, C-Dog?” You noticed his annoyance. 
“Nothing. I’ve just watched this movie a billion times,” he sighed. 
“That's what you get for having a little child in the house,” you chuckled and turned your attention over to the movie. 
About 20 minutes in the movie, the oven beeped, singling that the cookies were done. 
“Franny, do you want to decorate cookies or watch the movie?” You asked while getting up. 
“I wanna watch the movie,” she said. 
“Alright, kid. Don’t cause any trouble in here. Aunt Y/n and Uncle Carl will be in the kitchen,” you said and patted her head. 
She giggled and you left to go to the kitchen with Carl. 
“You’re really good with her,” Carl complimented you. 
“Thank you. I have two little brothers, so I’ve learned a thing or two about kids. You just gotta treat them like adults, but also make sure they know they’re boundaries. Franny is such a good kid, though, she doesn’t need a lot of boundaries or rules,” you explained. 
Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah. How are Lucas and Lyle?”
“Trouble,” you chuckled. Carl laughed with you. “I bet not as much trouble as I was when I was little.”
“Hm, true,” you giggled, recalling memories of when you two were in elementary school. 
“You’ve shaped up good, though. Military school helped with that,” you complimented. 
“Thank you. You’ve always been good. Even when we broke up,” Carl remarked. 
You met his eyes. A frown was plastered on your lips. “Thank you. I try not to be sour and shit. I know it gets me nowhere.”
“Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Carl sighed, referring two his 2-week temper tantrum. 
You gave him a kind smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad we stayed friends, though.”
Yeah, friends, Carl thought in dismay.
He put on a fake smile though. “Me, too.”
You went over to the cupboard and got out some decorative icing that you found. You put them on the kitchen counter and picked up a sugar cookie. 
“What’re you gonna put on yours?” You asked. 
“A penis,” Carl said. 
You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I take back what I said about you shaping up.”
Carl laughed with you,  “Hey! Not fair. You asked me and I responded honestly.”
“True,” you giggled. You squirted some icing on Carl’s face, irrupting into a fit of laughter when it got all over the left side of his face. 
“And I take back what I said about you always being mature!” Carl exclaimed, squirting some icing on you. It landed on your collar bone. Carl eyed the bare skin, licking his lips, wishing he could lick it up. 
You noticed his stare. Your heart couldn’t help but race. You felt yourself start to get sweaty under your armpits. You averted your gaze and got a towel to wipe the icing off. Carl grabbed the towel out of your hands. 
“Here, let me,” Carl offered. “I was the one to make the mess.” You rolled his eyes. You knew this was one of his ways of trying to flatter you and kiss you. You let him, though. You would never admit it to anyone, but you liked when he did these things. Not so much because he was still pining over you, but it reminded you of how much of a caring boyfriend he was. 
You leaned against the counter while Carl wetted the towel. He gently wiped the icing of your collar bone. Your heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed lightly over your skin. His face was abnormally close to yours, too. He was crouched down and looked up to you every so often. It made your stomach flip. It reminded you of when he ate you out, looking up at you with his lips glistening. You averted your gaze, feeling warmth spread between your legs. 
Carl was taking an annoyingly long time. You sighed heavy, hoping he would be done soon because if not, you would just end up kissing him. To your releif, he backed away from you, throwing the towel in the sink. He got another towel to wipe his face off.  
Even though you looked relieved on the outside, your heart was begging for him to comeback and be close to again, to tease you. 
“Did you like that?” Carl asked, smirking at you. 
“No, you were very slow,” you lied. Carl frowned at you and looked away. You felt bad, but you didn’t say anything.
“Let’s finish the cookies so Franny can eat some,” you said. 
Carl nodded. You two decorate the cookies in silence. You put them on plates, bringing them into the living room. 
“Here, Franny,” you said and put one of the plates on the table. You sat back down, Carl following slowly after you. 
You took a few cookies, giving Franny two and keeping two for yourself. 
“Thank you,” Franny said. 
You gave her a sweet smile. “You are very welcome.”
Carl took a couple cookies and slumped back on the couch. The tension between you two was thick. It hadn't been like this for a while, but you knew to just let it subside until you felt ready to talk again. Luckily, the movie was still going, so you had an excuse to not converse. By the end of the movie, Franny had fallen asleep. Her head was on your lap and the rest of her body was on Carl’s. When the movie was done, Carl helped you carry Franny back up to Debbie’s room. You two tucked her in and went back downstairs. 
You went back into the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles for Carl and you. 
“Thanks,” Carl said when you handed him a bottle. 
You hummed in reply and sat back down on the couch. You turned on the TV, switching to re-runs. Carl sat next to you, leaving lots of space in-between you two.  
“How is everyone else doing?” You asked. 
“Good. Lip and Tami have Freddy and Ian has Mickey,” Carl said. 
“Wow, everyone is shacked up, huh?” You asked. 
“Yeah, even Debbie. She gets mad money, too,” Carl chuckled. 
“It’s weird the way the world works,” you remarked, half paying attention to Golden Girls. “Have you met any girls this summer?” You asked, your stomach flipping thinking about his answer.
“A few, but I’m not really interesting in dating,” Carl shrugged. 
You turned to him, fully surprised. “Carl Gallagher, not interested in dating? I think the world is ending.”
Carl chuckled, “I’m just not interesting in dating the girls I met.” Carl scooted closer to you while saying those words, putting a hand on your thigh. 
Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Carl was getting closer and closer to you. You didn’t move, though. You liked his touch and being in his vicinity. 
“Who are you interested in dating?” You whispered. 
Carl’s eyes burned into yours. They drifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your body shivered and butterflies shot down your whole body. You found yourself moving closer to him, putting your hand over his. 
“You,” Carl spoke. 
You looked into his eyes deeply. You could tell he meant what he said. The look on his face was almost enough for you to kiss him, but you pulled away. His hand slipped off your thigh. You stood up off the couch, putting on your shoes. 
“I should go. It’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am,” you said, avoiding eye contact. 
“No, stay. Your parents know where you are and probably aren’t worried. You always stay over,” Carl protested. 
“I’m tired, anyways. Plus, Lucas and Lyle probably miss me,” you made up more excuses and went  to the front door. 
Carl ran to you and put his hand on your arm. 
“Stay, Y/n. I’m not letting you go this time,” Carl said. 
You turned to him, tears in your eyes. “I don’t love you anymore, Carl, not like that.”
“I know you’re lying. I’m not as dumb as people think, okay? I see it in your eyes. I notice you breathing heavily when I come close to you. I know you still love me. I still love you. I’m still in love with you,” he confessed. 
“Listen, Carl,” you sighed. “I know you want to make it up to me, I appreciate it, but I’m not letting myself get hurt again.”
“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m stupid as shit. It hurts me every fucking time I see you. It hurt me so much to see you cry because of me. I do want to make it up to you, but I also want you back. I need you, Y/n. Please, give me a chance. I need you so fucking bad,” Carl pleaded. His voice broke and tears shined in his eyes. 
You shook your head. “I said I don’t love you anymore! Let me go!” You shouted. You wanted so desperately to get out of the house because you knew if you stayed, you would end up kissing him. 
“No,” Carl said. With that, he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips on yours. 
With Carl’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, and his soft lips on yours, you could’t help but finally give in. You melted into the kiss, putting your hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Carl slammed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into your sides. The kiss was fast, rough, passionate. 
You were so glad that you gave in. You missed this feeling more than you would ever admit.
Carl pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip. His eyes stared into yours. 
“Give me another chance. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” Carl promised. 
You sighed and nodded. You knew he had good intentions, and that he was the one for you. “You better not. Or I will beat you up.”
Carl smiled, pulling you into another deep kiss. 
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blackbat05 · 3 years
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Yearly affairs
Shangqi imagine
A/N: Lmao the ending gives of crack vibes😂 I did put Shangqi imagine because it is from his viewpoint,but of course it involves other avengers too, some more than the others.
Genre: PG 13
Warnings: None literally, enjoy the crack!
Shangqi is surrounded by powerful sorcerers, Wakandan royals, Russian assassins, a Norse god with his outer space friends in a yearly avengers gathering.
So why is everyone so afraid of doing the dishes?
He turns to the kitchen sink to place his own plate on top of the many others. Oh. So that’s why. He quickly nudges Katy to move out of the kitchen. Katy doesn’t need him to tell twice. She has enough kitchen duty at home.
The table is solemn. Too solemn for a group of superheroes deciding who should do the dishes. Just then, Peter has an idea. Ned has convinced him to watch a couple of Korean variety shows and has gotten him hooked onto one - Running Man.
Peter is amazed at the simple but intricate games planned by the crew. Games to decide punishments huh…
He explains this to the many confused faces. Shangqi and Katy immediately gets it though. They’ve watched the program a couple of times too. Created their own name tags even. Let’s just say Katy’s mom almost kicked them out of the house for breaking a porcelain plate during the struggle.
Anyways… the rules are simple. It’s a free for all. Use whatever means to win. Last one standing gets bragging rights to choose the unlucky one.
They get Friday to help oversee the whole thing. Each of them have fought vicious and unscrupulous supervillains but they still cannot tolerate cheating.
Wong and Strange helps to create portals to every remotely possible place on the compound to fairly start the game. Shangqi finds that he’s sent to the underground training room. Shit, that’s too open he thinks.
He gives a wave to Katy who steps into her own portal before stepping into his own. He still can never get use to the so called teleportation.
Friday’s voice rings out across the compound. ‘Good afternoon avengers, let the games begin!’ She adds a trumpet theme to signal the start.
It was either Shangqi hadn’t played the game for a long time, or he had lost his touch. Bursting out from the training room, he was spotted by someone who he really didn’t want to get on the wrong side.
Barely two minutes into the game and he finds himself being chased by Drax down the hallway, wielding his knives. ‘I REFUSE TO WASH THE DISHES!’
Nebula is behind Drax, screaming something along the lines, ‘YOU FOOL EVERYONE WILL HEAR YOU STOP SCREAMING!’
Shangqi runs into a dead end. Now he’s screwed. For the first time he wishes he had bought the rings to the gathering.
Just then, two pair of hands pull him up by his red jacket. Shangqi finds himself in the air vents greeted by Katy and Kate Bishop - Clint’s newest protégée. ‘Hello!’ The latter greets him cheerfully. They immediately quieten down as the pair of footsteps get louder. Nebula manages to pull Drax away by the ear after that stunt he pulled.
‘Kate, Katy - how?’
‘Oh it was easy, Clint taught me some trade secrets!’ The young archer beams. ‘Met girlfriend over here and thought, two archers are better than one!’ Shangqi still looked confused.
‘Ah Clint? Don’t worry about him - in fact he’s probably in another air vent. Come on! Let’s move.’
After crawling for about 15 minutes, the trio finds themselves in the science lab. Where Bruce is zoning off. Kate whips out a trick arrow with a suction cup attached to the end. Bruce wakes up confused, with an suction cup attached to his chest. He’s the first one out.
They leave the room normally like actual human beings. Tip toeing across the hallways.
‘Why did you have to be so noisy? Don’t you know anything about stealth?’ A boisterous noise booms. ‘If anything Sam you’re being the noisy one right now.’ Bucky rolls his eyes as he checks every room for people. The three would have ducked into the nearest room. If it wasn’t the one that Bucky and Sam were standing outside.
Maybe they should have rethink the ‘free for all’ rule. First Drax’s knives and now Sam’s flying down the hallway with his god damn wings while Bucky chases them with his enhanced super solider speed. No one gives a chance here when it comes to the dishes huh.
This forces them to spilt into three different directions. Shangqi finds himself on the rooftop garden. Hoisting himself onto the roof that provided shade to the sunflowers that Wanda tended to religiously, he’s caught like a deer in the headlights by Sam.
‘Eyyy new guy! Nothing personal but you know the rules!’ Sam is about to fly forward when red sparks surround his wings, pulling him down to the floor where Wanda taps him calmly. Just when he thought he was safe. Shangqi freezes. His father never taught him anything about facing a being like Wanda.
She smiles at him. ‘You can go. But I can’t say the same for next time.’
He reunites with Katy back in the kitchen. She tells him that she saw Clint take the Asgardian god out by hanging from the vent at the carpark. Katy had a few good adventures too - even taking out the unassuming White Wolf.
‘Did you sing in front of him again?’
‘Of course not why would I?’ Shangqi rolls his eyes. Things were just to good to be true as a bright hand placed itself on Katy’s shoulders. ‘I think you’re out!’ Captain Marvel laughs. Fudge.
‘SAVE YOURSELF SHANGQI!’ Katy yells dramatically as he leaps over the sofa to seek safety. He locks himself in his room, taking a much needed break from this madness to decide who would be entrusted with the mundane chore.
‘Friday, who’s left?’ Shangqi takes a while to gather his breath as a hologram pops up in front of him. And what a match so far. He must have missed a lot while he was in the vent with the archer.
The Wakandan princess is unsurprisingly still in the game together with Nebula. Wong who looked uninterested before the game seemed to be going strong too. Then of course there was Captain Marvel and Monica. Wanda was also included, as a video courtesy of Friday shows her tapping out Strange. That was something Shangqi wanted to see some day.
What the heck was Rocket Racoon still doing here?
Shangqi decides to give himself ten more minutes before moving again. Who knows? They may have just battled it out against each other.
He must have accidentally dozed off as Friday nudges him awake. ‘Good evening sir, we’re down to the last two.’
‘Last two? Who’s the other one?’ He mutters, rubbing his eyes.
‘Princess Shuri sir, she has told me to wake you up in the event you fell asleep. Everyone is eagerly waiting for the results.’
As Shangqi makes a move to the door, he feels a hand tap him on the back.
‘HAH! OH YES YOU ARE OUT! YOU’RE O.U.T. OUTTTTT!!! God do you know how long I’ve been waiting in the haystack you call your clothes closet?’
Shuri starts dancing around him much to his confusion. How did she get in here?
The two return back to where it all started, the dinner table where everyone was anxiously seated. Shangqi couldn’t help noticing that two people looked extremely nervous. One was Katy of course.
Winner meant bragging rights to choose the unlucky one to wash the dishes.
And that’s how Shangqi and Katy came across a displeased T’Challa dressed in a frilly apron and pink rubber gloves while they came back from a boba run.
‘Chop chop now brother! The dishes won’t do itself you know!’ Shuri could not hide the pleasure she had tormenting T’Challa.
To the whole world, T’Challa was seen as a worthy leader of his country, a warrior, an avenger.
To Shuri? He was just her brother whom she could climb all over.
‘Hey guys! You got anything to wash? He’ll do it for you!’ Shuri snickers at her brother’s expression. ‘Brother! You should see the look on your face!’
Shangqi knew that T’Challa could be scary when he wanted to but boy, after that glare - he and Katy had never bolted out from the kitchen that fast in their lives.
A/N: I did not disappoint with the crack indeed😂 Gosh, at least three more weeks of placement and I’m done for this sem! Let’s hope next week is a decent one unlike the past two weeks🙂 As always, like and comment if you wish!
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sanchoyo · 3 years
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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)
-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.
-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.
-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??
-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)
-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.
-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.
-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)
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-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(
-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.
-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)
-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...
-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know
-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.
-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)
-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.
-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights
-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.
-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu
-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.
-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.
-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...
-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.
-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??
-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???
-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.
-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3
-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!
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-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(
-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!
-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.
-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...
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irwinkitten · 4 years
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a bet’s a bet | poly!cashton
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notes: so, been apart of the collab writers event for this and it was so much fun! it was also the most difficult damn thing to write lmao. but i had fun and this is the tiresome result! (it would’ve been a meagre 133 words however, with the help of @softbabiestan, @spicycal and @sexgodashton, the fic really pulled together. thank u babies for helping me.) warnings: none word count: 3.6k
prompt line:  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing, I almost never do.”
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It was only years of friendship with Luke that stopped you from walking back out of the room, a scowl set upon your features. 
“You want me to... what?” The last word was hissed dangerously and you felt a slim tug of satisfaction as the baby blue eyes widened, fear prominent as he backtracked over his words, trying to appease the anger he’d clearly ignited. 
“Just, let me get you out on a date!” The words were hasty and Luke froze before groaning, his fingers running through his blonde curls before he turned his pleading eyes to you. 
“What, go out on a date with you? Luke, I’m confused.” Your words made him pause for a second before rolling his eyes with a huff. 
“You know I don’t share. Neither does Sierra. No, what I meant to say was let me set you up on a date. Just one, and then I’ll let it go.” The plea gave you a moment to think, eyeing him carefully as you thought over his words.
“Why?” 
“Because you’re shutting everyone out.” Luke snapped, taking in a steadying breath. “Wait—it’s not that you’re shutting everyone out, but you’re not giving yourself a chance. Every person you’ve gone on a date with has burned you ruthlessly and if you keep this up, you’ll give up entirely. I know you. I know that giving up on something like the chance to be loved would hurt you. Badly. I can’t see you break your own heart like that.” His words were quieter as his hand had reached out to take yours.
You couldn’t fault Luke for his worry. You’d pulled away, unwilling to go out on nights out to see everyone coupled up, leaving you the odd person out. It stung and Luke truly knew you far too well. 
“You promise that you won’t hurt me?” A small part in your mind hated how small, unsure you sounded. But after being hurt so many times, you were wary. And Luke knew that.
“After the last disastrous attempt at a relationship, I know better now. I have an idea that might work but you need to keep an open mind for me.” His arms had pulled you in for a hug and you allowed your head to rest on his collarbone, taking in a slow deep breath before pulling away.
“Alright.” 
The smile that Luke gave you in return made you sigh exasperatedly before leaning up to kiss his cheek, a fond smile on your lips.
Luke used his advantage of you being wrapped up by him to push you towards the conservatory where you knew that Sierra had been waiting for the games night the three of you shared. Sometimes with other people but more often than not it was the three of you.
“He managed to convince you, then?” At her question, you groaned once he let you go so that you could sit down, taking his own spot next to his girlfriend and kissing her cheek in greeting.
“I take it this is a plan concocted between the two of you?” Came your reply in way of answering. 
Sierra just laughed and dealt out the cards. It seemed that it was going to be poker tonight.
After two games, Luke had brought out the wine to be shared between the three of you. Just before the fifth game, he paused Sierra in her shuffling of the cards. This earned curious looks from the two of you, both of you sharing a look before turning to Luke. 
“Blind date. Let me set you up on a blind date.” You eyed him carefully at his words.
“Does this include the date you want to set me up on or is it separate?” Your words made him roll his eyes at you. You held back from outright grinning at his reaction.
“Fucking Slytherin.” He muttered. “It would be included in the date I want to set you up on. One date.” 
It took you a few moments, weighing up his words before realising that there was hardly any harm in letting him do this.
“Fine.” You bit out and his grin turned almost predatory, a look you’d never associated with Luke before.
“How about we make a bet? It’ll be a literal blind date, blindfolds and everything. However, you can’t take the blindfold off at all. Neither can they.” 
“How about we play a game of poker to decide if this bet goes ahead or not?” And the grin turned into a smirk, the dawning realisation that this had been his goal. You glared at him. 
“If I win, then the bet is in play. If I lose, we don’t and I won’t try anything like this for six months.” You could feel yourself rising to his challenge, to his bait. But you were stubborn and proud. And with the victory of the last two games in your corner, you felt confident. 
“Deal. Sierra is the dealer, so you don’t get any ideas to cheat a win.” That made Luke laugh as he stuck out his hand and you sighed before shaking it. “And you call me a Slytherin. Asshole.” 
Luke only grinned at your words as he settled back smugly, allowing Sierra to deal the deck without getting in her way. 
“Where would this date be? Public?” You asked after taking a sip of your drink and Luke hesitated for only a moment, but you saw it.
“No. It’ll be dinner here. The less publicity, the better.” This made you raise an eyebrow at him. He grinned back. 
“So I take it that having sex on the dinner table would be off the cards?” You’d timed it deliberately as he took a sip of his drink, clearly not expecting that response from you as he spluttered wine over himself in an attempt to stop it from spraying further. He scowled at you as you smirked.
“Fucking menace. It’ll be here so that you’re all comfortable and a rumour mill won’t start.” He grumbled as he stood up to head back towards the kitchen. You glanced at Sierra who shrugged as she held the cards, waiting for Luke to return.
“Don’t look at me like that, he’s doing it to protect your reputation. You’re close enough to him without actually dating him and so people are gonna be interested in how to get close. You know what he’s like.” And this made you relax a little about it. 
You’d known Luke since you were kids. When he made it big in the music industry with his solo career, you’d followed him to LA barely a year later. You’d never been seen away from him and people had immediately assumed. 
The assumptions had long since died, although the rumours still existed, there wasn’t any truth to them. But he’d been almost ruthlessly protective of you and your reputation from then on, so you never argued when he told you about a decision for something like this. It made you more determined to beat him, so you wouldn’t have to subject yourself to the date.
When he returned with a napkin, blotting away the excess wine and cleaning up, he took his seat and Sierra dealt out the cards. He held your gaze for a moment before picking up his cards and you did the same.
“Ready to lose, Hemmings?” You took a steadying breath to stop the smirk from spreading.
He had no such trouble in hiding his smirk as he replied.
“Bring it on.” 
“Okay are you really going this far?” You complained good naturedly as you stepped out of the car once you’d arrived at Luke’s, to find the man himself stood there, a smirk in place with a black satin tie in his hand. 
“You agreed to it. You’re the last one to arrive.” You sighed before turning so that your back was facing Luke and he chuckled as the satin tie covered your eyes. 
For a solid second you felt a sliver of fear run down your spine but you knew that was down to the Criminal Minds marathon you were currently in the middle of. The second that Luke’s hands were on your shoulders, turning you slowly, your body relaxed.
“Start putting one front in front of the other, I’ll keep you on course.” His voice was soft, gentle, reassuring. Your stomach was twisting knots now and you stopped for a second to quell the panic that was threatening to overcome you.
“Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy now. You trust me right?” It felt disorientating, knowing he was behind you but he was moving as well without lifting his hands from your shoulders.
“Yes. I’m just—nervous. And maybe a little bit scared.” You admitted to your friend. You heard Luke sigh before his arms came around you and pulled you into a strong hug, one that reminded you that he wouldn’t put you in any kind of danger and that he was there, for both reassurance and comfort.
“I made Mike force a promise out of them to be on best behaviour.” You felt your stomach do another turn, but you weren’t too sure if it was from excitement or nerves. Them. There were at least two of them. 
“Okay.” You let out a deep breath before pulling away. This time, Luke took your hands and his footsteps were slow as he guided you the last bit into the house.
“Right. I’ve got my two step porch and then it’s flat till the front door. First step. Good, there we go. And now the second step. Nearly there.” 
By the time you were in the house, your nerves had vanished, replaced with annoyance to Luke and his bet. But you kept quiet. You'd promised not to complain too much, which meant only complaining to your date. Or dates. You tried to hold back the noise of frustration as you were guided into the house.
Curiosity overrode your annoyance once you were seated. You could hear breathing to your left and right so you tried to steady the bundle of nerves that had settled.
“Right, have fun and both Michael and I promise that the food will be easy for you guys to eat, no need to for cutlery. Much.” 
“Luke.” You snapped but he simply laughed, the laughter getting quieter before a door shut and it vanished. You held back a sigh. 
“The fact that Luke blindfolded us before we even got to the door is frustrating. And I’m gonna get Mike back for this.” The person on your right muttered, his voice almost smooth like honey. There was a nagging feeling in your mind which was telling you that you’d heard the voice before.
“Well, they might know what’s going on but I have no idea what I’m doing or letting myself in for.” You murmured gently and there was a laugh to your left this time whilst the one on your right snorted.
“Feeling is absolutely mutual. How about you give us a name?” The smooth honeyed voice asked quietly and you felt your eyes roll back before remembering they couldn’t see the motion.
“You two give me yours and I’ll give you mine.” There was a choked laugh from the hallway and you sighed. “Names, nothing more... yet.” 
The one to your left chuckled. 
“Feisty. Nice to meet ya’. I’m Calum.” You had your head turned in his direction, his words slow and quiet. 
You turned your head to the right, if only to tamper down your own embarrassment at the feeling of just talking to two strangers without looking—well, turning—in their direction.
“And you are?” You drew out the third word, making Calum snicker. You could hear muffled laughter in the hallway too.
“I’m Ashton. What about you? All is fair in love and war, and we deserve your name at least, don’t we?” You smirked.
“Ah, so you both know each other already?” At this, Calum groaned before Ashton snorted. 
“Quick on that one were you?” You kept quiet at Ashton’s question before he sighed. “Yeah, we know each other.” 
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” It was a playful taunt, but you couldn’t help yourself. Eventually you murmured your name, both men testing it on their lips. You were almost grateful for the blindfolds being able to hide the delight in your face from their eyes. 
It fell into an awkward silence, and you could hear something crash in the kitchen, despite the muffled sound and finally you broke the silence with a giggle. It didn’t take Ashton or Calum long to chuckle. 
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing, I almost never do.” You finally murmured. “So I’m just gonna ask the most basic question, how do you both know Luke?” 
There was a pause and Ashton finally responded.
“We first met him when he released the single that shot him straight into the charts. He was very different back then, but we stayed in touch and as we got older, we became friends. Calum introduced him to Michael, the one who’s helping him apparently, and they’ve worked on a couple of tracks together.” The names were familiar and you kept trying to place them before it struck you.
“Wait, Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood, right? Radio show hosts? So that means Mike is the DJ, Michael Clifford?” Calum laughed.
“I told you that they’d know who we are, Ash.” You tried not to let the grin overtake your lips as you relaxed into the chair. You’d heard enough about them that you weren’t so nervous about this.
“Yeah, yeah. And what about our mysterious blind date, huh? We don’t know much about you.” You shrugged before mentally smacking yourself as you remembered that they weren’t going to see a shrug.
“Luke is my best friend. We grew up together and he’s kind of stuck with me for life.” Despite knowing who these people were, it didn't lessen your suspicions. 
Before either of them could reply, a noise broke the silence as the door into the dining room opened.
“And for the first food item of the night, we have a very huge pizza that we totally did not order from the local pizza place.” Luke’s voice seemed to hold his accent a bit more as he put on the airs. You could hear someone behind him laughing.
“For drinks, it’s water because since you all drove and Luke is a dumbass, there’s no other non alcoholic beverage apart from coffee and tea and that’s not something you’re supposed to drink on a first date.” You’d not heard this voice before, but you could only assume that it was Michael.
“The dish is in front of you and there are napkins to the left of your plate. Enjoy!” And just as quickly as they’d arrived they were gone again with the slam of the door. You laughed along with Calum and Ashton.
You carefully patted around the plate to find the napkin before gently tapping your fingers against the table top, moving further inwards until you hit the hot pizza crust. Just as you found the pizza crust, Ashton made a noise of disgust.
“Should’ve thought that the actual topping of the pizza would feel disgusting.” He muttered, making both you and Calum laugh as you tore your piece away, going back for a second once you’d put it on your plate.
Warm fingers brushed the back of your hand and you pulled it away sharply, wondering if this really was the best idea.
“Sorry.” Calum hummed and you could only make a noise of acknowledgement in return as you settled on just eating the one piece you had, ignoring the goosebumps that had risen at his touch. 
It was quiet between the three of you for a few moments, your mind settling on the fact that going on this date with both of them wasn’t half bad. But you knew you were never going to admit that to Luke, otherwise you’d definitely never hear the end of it from him.
It pushed onto questions of your job, seemingly switching between the three of you. 
“So have you two, like, dated together before or?” You felt bold asking that question. The last slice of pizza had gone and you were certainly feeling more comfortable with them both.
“I mean, we never really dated. It was just a fling I guess?” Calum answered, the question in his tone clearly for Ashton. 
“It was more of something that kind of happened by accident. At a work Christmas party, there was a game of spin the bottle.” Ashton hesitated before continuing, “I knew it was going to happen, but we went with it when the bottle landed on Calum. Hour or so later, we’d fully reverted to teenage years and played seven minutes in heaven.” 
This earned a breathless laugh from Calum.
“If I remember correctly, you muttered about finding out if the rumours about my mouth were true or not.” Another laugh followed his statement and Ashton cleared his throat. 
“Yeah well, you truly put those rumours to shame. Ever since, we just existed I guess? We weren’t officially a thing, but I wouldn’t say no when Cal turned up with a couple of beers and a smirk on his lips. It’s only recently that we kinda branched out.” Ashton finished with his explanation and you could feel how flustered you felt at his words.
“And what have you found from branching out?” You quietly asked. Calum responded this time.
“That we might have something we really want to try.” And you hummed in appreciation at his honesty.
“Do you two share everything then?” Your words were playful, teasing. Ashton caught his breath as he took a sip if the sputtering was anything to go by. 
The dynamic duo that the three of you had dubbed Luke and Michael broke the moment, before they could give you an answer.
“Desserts! That totally isn’t store bought at all. Not us. Never.” Michael cried out and you found yourself rolling your eyes behind the blindfold. 
“At least you two are good for one thing.” You fired back cheekily, earning a few laughs from them. Luke one upped you.
“Getting the three of you together, we know. We’ll be back and don’t fuck on my dining room table!” He yelled once the dishes were set on the table and beat a hasty retreat.
“They’re gonna be smug insufferable bastards for the rest of the year.” Calum muttered as they heard the laughter die down once the door had shut once more.
“Just, don’t take your fuckin’ blindfolds off. I am not losing another bet to Luke.” You muttered sharply and Ashton chuckled.
“Oh we already told them that we’d be keeping the silk ties that they’ve used as blindfolds. However, it’s up to you if you’d let us use them.” And you could feel your heart thundering in your chest as you took in a sharp gasp at Ashton’s words.
“Depends on how you plan to use them, since we have three of them.” You fired back after only a moment of hesitation. Calum laughed.
“Oh baby, you got two hands don’t you?” The tease didn’t hide the implication in his voice and you felt your breath catch for a second time in as many minutes. 
Part of you wondered if they were goading you to take the blindfold off, to lose the bet if only to get out of the house quicker with them. But your competitive nature held you in place. 
“I like the sound of where this is going. So the question would be, who’s place would we go to, since I really doubt that Luke would want us to try anything in his home.” 
“Too fucking right!” Was the muffled response behind the door and Ashton snickered before Calum answered.
“How about we book a hotel for the night? It’s neutral ground, and not to mention, no need to really clean up any mess we make. And believe me, there will be a lot of mess eventually.” 
Calum’s plan seemed to be easy for you. And you could feel the blood rushing around your body as your mind wandered to thoughts of the night ahead.
“Are we allowed to leave yet Luke?” You called, loud enough to be heard over the muffled laughter. It took a few moments before he came in and groaned.
“Let us get these two knuckleheads out and then I’ll come back for you. Looks like you won that side of the bet.” You laughed at his petulant tone, listening patiently as the chairs scraped against the floor before their footsteps got quieter. 
Another set of footsteps returned and you leaned into Luke for a moment once you were up, surprising him with a hug.
“Thanks Lu.” You murmured and he chuckled softly as he guided you back out of his house.
“If you need anything, just give me a call. Are you taking your car or-” 
“They can ride with us.” Calum’s voice cut Luke’s question off. You smiled. 
“It’s fine Lu. I’ll pick my car up tomorrow.” 
The blindfold dropped and you had to take a few minutes to adjust from the sudden light before glancing around. Luke had already retreated indoors, the door slamming just seconds later. Your eyes studied the two men in front of you, and your mind finally connected the dots between them. 
Calum stood there with a grin, holding the blindfolds in his hands, his skin glowing in the setting sun. You noticed that both of them had dressed up as you glanced at Ashton, his own attire being dress pants and a white button down, the top few buttons undone. 
Pictures that you’d seen of them truly did not do them justice as Calum reached his free hand out to you as he spoke.
“Ready to find out if we really share everything?” 
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bratkook · 2 years
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like you never did couple hurts so bad😭😭 I wonder… what was jungkook like to oc during their relationship? and I cant recall if it said but how long did they date before he cheated? PLS I hate him but I cant stop myself from loving him :( why did he cheat😭😭😭
jungkook was an angel to oc, like honestly LMAO. aside from blatantly cheating on her and then lying to her face and making her feel like she was crazy whenever he caught her, he treated her pretty well which is why she stuck around. like he’d take her on dates and romance her and really make her feel like she was his everything, never hiding her away and bringing her to meet his parents. honestly he probably treats her the best out of all his past relationships. but jungkook is very charming, its really easy to love him and forgive him when he wraps it up the way he does so i don’t blame u for loving him hahaha.
i don’t think i ever mentioned it (&if i did and someone remembers pls correct me) but they dated for about two years and were separated for a year when the first part came out and a year and a half for this part. jungkook waited a bit before cheating on her though, because he really thought having her would be enough for him. it wasn’t until maybe the 6/7 month mark, when they start to spend some time apart when the honeymoon phase tones down, and he goes out with Yugyeom and wham! he kisses some girl at a bar and gets her number but he convinces himself its fine because he deletes her number after and he didnt fuck her sooo technically hes fine but it very quickly gets so much worse 😅. he cheats simply because he can, its shitty but its true. he knows he’s good looking, knows oc is wrapped around his finger and will forgive him if he does. he’s just greedy for love from anyone who’s willing to give it to him.
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thatiranianphantom · 3 years
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how differently people treat archie & betty in regards to the cheating really doesn’t sit right w me. a lot of people excuse archie as confused whereas betty gets a lot of the backlash w people wanting physical violence between her & v & wanting betty to have 0 friends lmao
2/2 they’re either equal to me on some days bc i tend to not think of rvd as of late (a win for me!) or i prefer betty bc really i always have bc i’m not the biggest archie fan, plus to me she tried to and wanted to stop it so it just gives her a tad of an edge but just my opinion
You know, I am with you on the double standard, anon. I tend to see the opposite on my dash - an insane amount of Archie hate and people excusing Betty. I have, however, seen both. I think it is really important to keep a few things in mind:
1. Actors are not their characters and they have no creative control. That means it really doesn’t matter what KJ or Lili ship, they get next to no input on their character’s decisions. 
2. The women in this show are, generally speaking, written by men. They exist, in so many ways, as a male fantasy. I got really annoyed during my rewatch roundabout the third episode, when they tried to do this whole “men treat us as objects and it’s wrong” plotline. Frankly, it’s a plotline Riverdale doesn’t have any right to do. Betty’s very first scene was her in a bra, and she’s canonically 15. If the show does do a cheating plotline, it will be ostensibly from Betty’s perspective, but written by a man. That makes a huge difference. 
3. The men on Riverdale are writer self-inserts. I can’t stress that enough. Ted has actually admitted this in as many words. Jughead is wronged because Ted feels wronged by women. Jughead is a handsome (eh), talented person with a large circle of friends and (the show is convinced) a talent for writing because that’s Ted’s self insert. His girl gets taken by the all-American, fit, handsome (god I hate this) guy because that’s something Ted views as what would happen to a guy like him. Betty’s behaviour has no complexity, because it’s written through the lens of an adult man. Whether or not a man wrote these specific scenes that are so anti-Betty, the show is entirely conceptualized as a male-gaze thirst trap, and all its characters act accordingly. 
4. The show cares very little about relationship complexities, and I am not just talking about the Bughead vs. Barchie. I am talking about the intricacies of friendship, too. Veronica was willing to drink poison for Betty. The show is great at big gestures like that, but absolutely useless in the small scenes that would act as narrative scaffolding for this. The fact that this would ruin the friendships of the main characters was treated as very much an afterthought, when the show wants us to believe these characters are important to each other. 
5. The show gave us no thoughts from Archie’s perspective. I have long thought of Archie as a character who acts before thinking. That’s carried him through four years. It is not inconceivable that Archie would impulsively act on his “feelings” for Betty with no regard for the consequences. But we have no background on what motivated Archie in this particular instance. They never took the time to give us this situation from his perspective, and it would have been SO easy to write more narrative scaffolding on this from Archie’s perspective. Veronica was busy this season. Perhaps her and Archie drifted a bit apart because of it. Maybe Archie finally began to realize how different he and Veronica are, and because Jughead was also holding a plotline mostly independent of Betty in the beginning of this season, it would have been easy to have them spend a bit more time together. That would have been narrative scaffolding if they were going the whole “nostalgia” route. But we never received any indication that Veronica and Archie were starting to drift. This entire plotline was the cheapest way to create end-of-season drama from writers who can’t properly create story structure. 
6. The Betty and Archie of 4x17 and 4x18 bear little to no resemblance to the Betty and Archie of the rest of the show. 
All this to say, despite the length of this, I really don’t spend much time on it, anon. We know the writers are terrible at their jobs. I’m going to close this off with this quote which I think sums it up perfectly:
“...where it concerns Riverdale, there is no evidence to suggest that the writers have ever been adept at their jobs. Riverdale has always been a show that makes sh*t up as it goes along, aborts arcs whenever it feels like it (where’s Betty’s brother and Chic?), and has no problem with disconnecting from reality when it writes itself into a corner. Riverdale is primarily a vehicle to serve KJ Apa’s abs and lingering close-ups on the thighs of the female cast members.”
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About Hae Kyung’s wounds and why No Eul needed to be part of this story
So episode 8 was amazing and one of the important things it did for me was finally make clear to us the narrative importance of having Jin No Eul in this story : she’s there so we can understand Hae Kyung better, and so Hae Kyung can understand himself and not repeat the same mistakes.
To be honest, although I rant on and on about M. Scary Jae Hyuk I never actually felt like the exes being in the show was a deterrent to watch or a flaw in the story. Yes, it was partly because the synopsis I’d read made it clear they’d be prominent characters and because having watched many k-dramas, I expected some of the antics they pulled (although not all - they have an unprecedented kind of audacity  and entitlement lmao)
But ALSO : I figured they had to have been added in there for a reason. And since the show made pretty clear in previous episodes that Do Hee and Hae Kyung do not have any feelings left for these people (they’ve clearly stated it to each other during / after the camping trip + their attitude towards their ex says it all), I thought “This is not about love triangles”. I figured No Eul and Jae Hyuk were there to push along the leads’ character development and inform us about their personalities and the wounds that made them the way they are now.
(Under the cut : why Hae Kyung’s break-up with No Eul was also a little bit his fault and why realizing that will help him get over that painful break-up, understand he loves Do Hee and not repeat the mistakes he made with No Eul).
About the narrative role of the exes : Jae Hyuk ... right now, he’s only bringing in drama lol. I’m not complaining because he’s shaking things up narratively and I actually like that - I just worry that the drama gives him too much narrative presence / power and that his character ends up obscuring the true subject of the show which is Do Hee and Hae Kyung learning how to love and trust again, together.
But No Eul? She’s different. I don’t know if the same will ever happen for Jae Hyuk’s character but episode 8 of Dinner Mate gave a deeper meaning / role to her character.
You probably noticed - Hae Kyung doesn’t seem to have many people around him. His father passed years ago, he’s rejecting his mother and his only friends are :
His assistant with whom he maintains a distance with no matter how much he likes him, the cause (or the excuse) being : it’s a professional relationship) 
Gon Woo who clearly is more No Eul’s friend that Hae Kyung’s (maybe that’s even how he met him in the 1st place ?)
Which means that No Eul, the woman he dated for 8 years, was the closest person to him. 
And yet ... their latest conversation reveals that he in fact never really opened up his heart to her. Sure he had sincere feelings for her, but he never let himself get so invested that her acting up or cheating would actually really get to him. 
Do you realize how scary and sad that is ? How closed off this means he’s been all these years ?
And this is something we’ve had hints of all along : him never showing or saying as much as Do Hee did, him being the one to demand they have rules to their “dinner mate” relationship and notably adding the “no dating” rule ... He told Do Hee he’d closed off his heart (decided to “never start again”) after No Eul left him, but the truth is that his heart had never been opened in the first place. Or rather, it might have been open enough for him to enter a romantic relationship, but never enough for him to rely on the people who try to love him back.
Do you remember ? In the beginning of this story when they see each other again for the 1st time and they discuss their break-up, she brings up the same topic as in episode 8 : how she hated that he never got angry or jealous no matter the wrong she did him. Back then I thought she was just ungrateful, manipulative and toxic. I thought he forgave everything because he loved her too much, and because he maybe had a more naive personality that made him let her walk all over him. 
Then No Eul’s long-standing familial issues were revealed and I thought he had been forgiving because he’s a really empathetic person, as we’ve seen, because he pitied her circumstances, and because he related to her being let down by her mother.
But turns out he never even had to try hard to forgive her, because he never was truly that angry in the first place, because he never let himself want her enough that he’d even feel such emotions to the extent you’re supposed to when it comes to someone you love.
No Eul is right. For all that she is selfish and sometimes childish, even though she’s a cheater, even though she should have confronted him about this all the way back when they were still together instead of betraying him in ways that would only convince him further that he was right in safeguarding his heart like that... she’s right on one thing at least. 
He never truly loved her. 
He liked her a lot, he cared so much and he still does, obviously, but there was none of that greed that comes with love - none of the greed that drives him now to step out of his comfort zone and risk being vulnerable all so he can share one more meal with Do Hee. We’re talking about the guy who let go of his 8-year-long love with No Eul so easily !
Which means Do Hee is different from No Eul. What I think is : he may like her just a bit more than he used to like No Eul, but also the circumstances allowed his feelings for Do Hee to develop differently. 
Think about it : initially their relationship doesn’t have a title and they purposefully do not exchange numbers.  Like they said, this is what made it easy for them to open up. Except their excuse is "I can be vulnerable and embarrassing because you don't know me in 'real life'", and imo the truth is : "a stranger can’t abandon you because they were never really there for you anyway" . Then they decide to become “dinner friends” ....... BUT he wants to establish rules to still keep a distance lol. And now I realize : it’s not just that he was more comfortable with her if she remained a stranger. It’s that if she became someone to him, he’d have the urge to barricade his heart again. And he didn’t want that. Why ?
Because having no official relationship title meant she officially didn’t owe him anything. And precisely because there were no expectations, no commitment Do Hee could possibly betray .... there were no mistrust and no fear. That allowed him to open up and rely on her just a teeny tiny bit by talking about his first love. And I guess the taste of it was strong - because he starts looking for her when he’s upset or considering calling her. He heeds her advice.
But he never crosses the line. He never calls to seek comfort. Even when he goes to look for her, he never admits it to her (aka that time he looked for her at the restaurant they went to, or when he waited near her house to return her earring.)
Sure, he attempts taking a few steps forward because he wants to be close to her (”I don’t mind if you show me “too much””, “you can tell me about you if you want”)....
.... but he never goes far enough. He’s still scared. Even when their little bubble bursts and their easy relationship turns out to be a little complicated, when Do Hee gets scared and runs away, even as he tries to reassure her by revealing his identity and hanging onto her and trying to convince her ... he’s still not letting himself be hopeful, be vulnerable, be expectant. He’s saying “I am here for you”. Not “Will you be here for me ?” and he probably thinks at first that Do Hee needs to hear the 1st one because she’s been abandoned twice, but actually she needs to hear the 2nd one because she needs to know she’s not the only one invested in the relationship !! That he needs her as much as she needs him. 
That’s what anyone would want. 
That’s what No Eul wanted. 
No Eul failed to ask for it the right way but by clearing the air with her and really getting to the bottom of what went wrong with her, Hae Kyung realized he was making the same mistake and risking losing Do Hee because of it. That’s why he confesses to Do Hee. He doesn’t want to lose her like he lost No Eul. And that’s why No Eul needed to be part of this story - for Hae Kyung not only to get closure with her but to understand himself better and finally move forward.
Edit : forgot to mention it but of course I think his reluctance to open up and rely on people all has to do with his mom abandoning him / not being there when he needed her the most all those years ago.
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Iron Fist Rewatch 1x05: Under Leaf Pluck Lotus
I like this shot. The way the women are shown reflected in the wall first. Also lol quintessential synchronized female power strut
Why wait until you’re IN the office to move your wedding ring?? Or to unbutton your shirt? Well, that one I can understand - let all the people who see you heading INTO the office see the shirt still buttoned up. The ring, though - unless the POINT is to be seen moving it? Imply that you’re open to cheating or something? Ugh.
This is so sketchy.
Danny’s employees be like: “Having? My voice heard? At work? Having? My opinion? Be valued? My? Contribution? Being? Acknowledged? Personally??? ??? ??? What is happening????? ??????” And then it’s the “the worthy leader’s people love and are completely loyal to them” trope (aka one of my greatest weaknesses) forever. <3
Lmao Joy you’re cold.
“Is that heroin? You bring drugs into my office?” *Laughing/sobbing*
Ward just staring blankly while Danny name drops a bunch of triad stuff like Ward is supposed to know what that is. Danny: “...It’s a criminal syndicate.” Ward: *heavy sigh*
Danny, continuing: “So I was talking to the criminals with the hatchets and asked them for intel. They sent me a box, which was clearly a message!” Ward: “You 👏 sound 👏 in 👏 sane. 👏” Danny: “No, look, the proof is that the symbol on this heroin looks like the undying dragon that made me a living weapon!”
Lol “Harold said so himself” no faster way to turn Ward off a plan, sorry Danny
Danny. How do you manage to make half your conversations sound sketchy as hell?
Joy: *brings up the Hatchet men and Red Hook right after Danny was telling Ward about it in relation to the Hand* Ward: *alarm bells ringing because HAS DANNY BEEN TELLING JOY ALL THE THINGS WE SPECIFICALLY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TELL JOY?* Joy: Anyway, about Dad’s cancer... Ward: Oh, ok then.
Siiiiiiigh this conversation where Ward reassures Joy that she’s a good person making the right decision when she feels bad about doing something but does it anyway - to protect their own company and personal interests - and adds on a load of “also you don’t really feel guilty because you think this is wrong, you just feel sad because you’re remembering Dad, don’t mix it up”
Colleen to Claire, Iron Fist 1x05: “Oh what was that? Come on, hit me.” Colleen to Misty, Luke Cage 2x03: *hitting directly on Misty’s stump while Misty yells at her to stop* “You came to me. I’m not easy. You don’t like that?”
Claire: “I guess I got tired of people doing things for me all the time.” Claire was a helpful nurse in Daredevil, and a friend with medical knowledge in Luke Cage - Iron Fist is where she says “I am tired of being reactionary”
LOL Danny’s cute little smile when he comes in to see Colleen doing her normal thing, training a student, just - it’s so loving and adorable even though they BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER YET
Claire just giving Colleen knowing looks ahahahaha
This scene is SO CUTE Jessica and Finn do such a great job playing all the body language and speech cadences like two teenagers with crushes on each other
DANNY ordering takeout for a talk with someone without even checking to see if they’re free first is SO PRESUMPTUOUS what if she wasn’t free (which she WASN’T) or didn’t want to talk or had already eaten/already had meal plans?
I’m literally laughing out loud hahahaha takeout hahahaha
Claire is laughing at them too. This fumbling “date?” conversation is too adorable I can’t
LMAO Claire knows EXACTLY how much she is third wheeling them right now but she doesn’t care because Damn that food looks good. Girl knows what she wants. (Also a little bit of female solidarity helping to buffer when your friend has literally said “no” to the guy - but in this particular case it’s SO OBVIOUS that Colleen likes him back that I read she’s leaning more towards the ‘it’s just to make sure but also that food looks REALLY good’ - then again, especially with all the things Claire has seen there really is no such thing as ‘too cautious’... let’s go with the way she hints is an opening and when Colleen leaps on the opportunity for Claire to stay it becomes ‘yep, I’m definitely doing this, Colleen doesn’t want to be alone with the dude: confirmed’)
Ward is looking at the problem as what it is: a set-up, and they don’t fall for traps. Joy goes “Remember that I am better at public perception than you - there are more factors here to consider than what everyone involved in this particular case knows. I’M thinking long term about potential future ramifications.”
“He’s in a completely different world, Joy.” “He lives in ours, now.”
That awkward moment when you’re already digging in and someone starts praying
The way Danny just goes shutters down mode when Claire starts probing about how harsh life in the monastery was
Colleen, brainwaving to Claire: ‘YOU BITCH DON’T LEAVE ME HERE’ Claire, brainwaving right back: ‘”Vow of chastity.” I’m good. You’re on your own, girl.’ She does do one last check in to make sure Colleen really isn’t worried though which I appreciate.
Danny. You lovable buffoon. You think Ward’s problem is that he doesn’t believe you? And that if he did believe this was happening he would of course immediately take action to shut it down? Colleen to Ward, sometime in the future: “Danny has Always had way more faith in you than you deserve.” ToT
Colleen: “Ok soooo I’m still not seeing the part where you had to come tell me this? Am I just your favorite sounding board or...?” Danny: “Well, I want you to come stakeout and possibly getting killed WITH me, of course.” Colleen: “Wait, is this a date?” Danny: “What? No! I mean. Unless you want it to be?” Colleen: “No!” Danny: “No. No, uh, definitely, uh, not a date. Heh.” Colleen: “Good.” Danny: “Good.” *both nod*
Of course the argument that gets to Colleen is how this will endanger her students.
DANNY trying to convince someone to do something and then when they hesitate dropping “by the way I’m your new landlord” on them is SKETCHY you foolish foolish boy. How do you manage to come across so sketchy all the time?!
Ward: *cheerfully throwing Danny under the bus* Joy: *warning Look* Ward: *sighhhhhh you ruin all my fun Joy*
Joy: *radiating ‘just wait til we’re alone’ vibes at Ward* “:) I will back up my brother wholeheartedly because we are a united front and I refuse to let the board see any cracks to even try and exploit :)” *’JUST YOU WAIT WARD YOUR ASS IS GRASS’*
Ahahaha “Ward has always led our company to greatness with his mad genius” when Ward knows most of those decisions were actually Harold I’m cry
Danny. That’s Colleen’s private property Danny. It’s very presumptuous to order takeout, buy her building, and start playing with her katana, Danny.
Martial art style teasing rivalry culture I love it
They’re too cute
AI YA
“suck on that, Dad” Ward be like “yeah i went against everything smart that Joy and board were arguing for me to do just to make your precious company look bad DAD whatchu gonna do, huh? gonna send me more vaguely threatening text messages about how not a single moment in my life is private from you, huh, DAD? fuck you”
Danny: “it’s just nice, having someone to count on.” Colleen: “You have the Meachums.” Danny: *remains silent* IT’S SO DAMNING ahahaha Colleen has so many reasons to hate the Meachums hahahaha
Danny: “I don’t even know what I’m doing or saying until it’s taken the wrong way,” Well, I’m glad you realize that, Danny. You’ve seen how many times in the last TWO EPISODES ALONE people have recoiled slightly and gone “woah, woah, what are you doing?” Oh buddy.
Danny: “Ok, look, this stakeout is dangerous, but it’s not ILLEGAL. Technically, I own that pier, so it’s not trespassing or anything.” Radovan: “No hospitals! I’m a wanted man in several countries.”
High Ward T_T and the two different conversations Ward and Joy are having right now T_T and the way Joy doesn’t have the information to even begin to know what Ward is talking about but how she can FEEL that it’s BAD and - T___T
High Ward with his walls down cuddling Joy’s arm and saying “you stood by me” and Joy scared as hell but not hesitating on “we’re family,” as her explanation T________T
“The Hand.” - Danny knew this was The Hand going in. Claire is freaking out because SHE LEFT HELL’S KITCHEN TO GET AWAY FROM THE HAND FUCK THAT HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HER? Colleen is freaking out for an entirely different reason. :(
“The Hand is everywhere.” Cut from Claire and Danny to a new shot of Colleen looking on in the background.
Claire: “This is not something a rich kid from the Upper West Side can just ‘handle’, ok? This is a job that requires someone with special.... skills.” Ahahahaa poor Claire how DOES this keep happening to her?
Danny, with utmost conviction: “I am the ONLY one who can defeat them.” Claire: *long, defeated sigh. How many freaking times has she heard this before and how many times will she hear it again?*
Colleen: “This is my choice.” Danny hears: “because it’s the right thing to do and I care about the people of this city especially my kids who are highly likely to be effected and also I maybe care about you too.” Colleen means: “because this is the Bad Hand that is sullying my family’s good name and I will not let that stand. I will work together with my family and we will defeat this.”
Gao: “’His hands’. Are you sure it wasn’t his fist?” Guard: “Ummmmm what’s the difference”
CULTS ARE SO SCARY HE REALLY JUST KNELT THERE AAAAAH
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Safeguard [Pt. 2]
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TW: domestic violence, smut
Thank you all for all the love on part one! Please go easy on me here, it’s my first time writing smut of any kind and it’s not very detailed. I tried lmao I hope y’all enjoy!
Josh helped my shaky body into the front seat of his truck before running around and getting in on the other side. The drive was quiet. I just didn’t know what to say. Being in his truck again felt like home and so uncomfortable simultaneously. There was so much left unsaid between us after the breakup, and now that such an emotional bomb had gone off, I just felt… overwhelmed. 
“Hey, me again. I’m not mad or anything, Josh, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You said you’d be home at 7; it’s 9 now and I haven’t heard a thing from you or any of the guys… Kinda starting to freak out, here. I love you, okay? I hope you’re home soon.” 
I’d texted him three times, called twice, and left one voicemail. Josh was forgetful, sure, but he wasn’t one to leave me waiting up with no explanation. He always shot me a quick “heading out with Seth and Boone, be home late!” text or at the very least had one of his buddies let me know, in the event his phone died or he left it at the arena. He’s never left me hanging like this before, and especially not on a night like tonight; our three year anniversary. 
We’d agreed to do something low key this year. The past two years had been big nights out but both of us had been so busy with work we just wanted to take some time for a night in. I’d ordered food from our favorite restaurant and made sure the house had a relaxing, romantic but low key ambiance to it. Way too much time was spent perfecting my hair into beach waves. My outfit was simple; distressed skinny jeans and a chunky white cardigan. He’d said more than once that even though I looked incredible in a gown for his charity events and award ceremonies, that his favorite thing to see me in was an outfit like this, because it’s what he wants to come home to for the rest of his life. I just wish he’d come home now. 
As I began to pack the food away, too sick with worry to eat any of it, my anxious mind began to wander. I started to put everything in the fridge and imagined all the terrible things that could’ve happened. What if he got into a car accident? Or he forgot to tell me he was going out with the guys and got into a bar fight and got arrested? What if he just completely forgot about tonight altogether? No, Josh would never forget our anniversary. But if he didn’t forget, he must be in jail or the hospital. 
Attempting (and failing) to keep myself too busy to worry, I was folding laundry when I heard a door open and shut. 
“Josh?!” I leapt out of my seat and ran to the living room where my boyfriend (who appeared safe and healthy and un-incarcerated) stood, hanging his jacket on the coat rack. 
“Hey.” he muttered, not even looking up to face me. 
I furrowed my brows, confused by the way he was acting. He was like this after a bad game sometimes but they didn’t have a game at all today. “Are you okay? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you; you had me worried, honey.”
“M’fine. Gonna go take a shower.” He trudged up the stairs and I figured it best to give him some space before prying. 
Once I heard the shower shut off, I made my way upstairs to try to unpack whatever was weighing him down. He was sitting on his side of the bed in a pair of sweats, facing our bedroom window with his head held in his hands.
“You want to talk about it?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
“No.” 
I wasn’t really sure where to go from here. Josh was never this cold with me. I slowly made my way to the bed, crawling to sit behind him before wrapping both my legs and arms around his middle. 
“Where were you, baby? I was so worried.”
“Can I just have ten god damn minutes?!” He stood and held his hands up, clearly frustrated. With what, I didn’t know. 
“I… Josh, I didn’t mean to…” I was at a loss. We’d gotten annoyed with each other, sure. What couple didn’t have arguments? But in the three years we’d been together, he’d never raised his voice at me. “It’s just, we made plans for tonight, and when you didn’t show up, I thought something had happened to you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, Kara, I couldn’t really care less right now about our stupid plans, alright? I know I skipped out on our anniversary. But maybe I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t cheated on me.”
I could do nothing but stare at him doe-eyed. It had never crossed my mind since meeting Josh to even look at another man, let alone do anything with one. I loved him so much I wasn’t sure I could ever be with anyone else again. 
“Josh, what are you talking about?” I whimpered, tears already forming in my eyes. 
“Don’t play fucking stupid. You got caught, alright? Just own up to it.” He looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“I didn’t get caught because I didn’t do anything!”
“Oh, yeah? The explain Riley.”
Riley. That name automatically sent me to a dark place.
Riley and I met in high school. He ran with the popular crowd, I guess, but it’s not like he was captain of the football team or anything. He was just well liked. Funny and smart and kind to everyone, regardless of their popularity. We started talking when we were paired up during a project for art class. He was sweet; would always carry my books and walk me to class, sometimes even surprising me with a coffee or flowers at my locker in the morning. But, all that glitters isn’t always gold. 
After we went to junior prom together, Riley and I began to get more serious. Over the summer, he’d convinced me to write off all of my friends because he just loved spending time with me so much, he wanted to spend it all with me. I quit the dance team because the form fitting costumes we wore made Riley uncomfortable. For a long time, found it endearing he cared so much. Until we left for college.
We both went to Ohio State and during sophomore year, we rented our first house together. That’s when things with Riley started turning really sour. I was expected to text Riley all day, every day, whether I was in a lecture, trying to take notes, or at work, trying to wait tables. My friends all had to be female, and if we ever went out, Riley had to come with, and had to approve my outfits before I was allowed to leave the house. One night, a guy from my chemistry class asked if he could come over to copy my notes from a day of class he missed. That was the first time Riley hit me. 
It only got worse from there. He’d come to my work, ordering drinks all night from across the restaurant while watching me. When I talked too kindly with a customer, I’d get punished. If I sat next to a male in class or stood too close to a male at a football game, I’d get punished. He stayed clear of my face and arms, but my ribs and legs were constantly littered with bruises from where he’d hit and kicked me.
I deserved it. Riley convinced me of that. I didn’t love him enough and this was my punishment. 
I didn’t seek help, myself. One night, Riley got sloppy and hit me across the face, resulting in a black eye. I covered as best I could with makeup the next morning before class but the guy from chemistry noticed. He’d text me during class for weeks, asking if I was okay, and if I needed help. Two weeks after the black eye, when Riley broke two of my ribs with his steel toed boots. The next morning, after Riley had left for work, I texted the guy from chem. “I need help.”
His mom had been a survivor of domestic abuse. She worked for the state now and gave me all the help I needed to get away from Riley. He was sent to jail for a while, and I went to therapy for years, trying to understand that this wasn’t my fault and I didn’t deserve it. I now had a restraining order against him and he hadn’t bothered me in years. 
“Riley?! How do you even know that name?! Josh, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I swear on my life I have never cheated on you!”
He scoffed, pulling up instagram on his phone. “Swear on this.” He threw his phone next to me on the bed.
I picked up the phone with shaking hands. 
I saw Riley’s instagram account. There were pictures of him at work or with his family, but I also saw pictures of the two of us taken in college being posted as if they were taken now. Me sitting across from him in coffee shops and us holding hands in the streets of downtown Columbus. Captions reading, “if only you knew how much i loved you” and “can’t wait to see her again”. Tears began pouring freely down my face. 
“Josh, no. No, no, no, you don’t understand. This isn’t… He’s-”
“Just fuckin’ let it go, Kara. I found you out.” He snatched his phone out of my hands. “Some fan DM’d me his page and he and I had a nice, lengthy chat about the two of you. I can work through a lot of shit, Kar, but this?! I can’t move past this. I’m done. I’ll find somewhere else to stay for the night. Try not to be here when I get back.”
Before I could even process what had just happened, he was out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to shake the walls. I heard his truck start up and drive away. 
I curled up in a ball and cried until I ran out of tears. I knew better than to try and call or text Josh. He needed to cool off and I needed to respect his space. I wrote him a letter before anything else, explaining my side of things. How Riley and I met and what he did to me. How I had a restraining order against him. How much I hated him and didn’t understand why he was doing this. I was so emotional while writing it, I can hardly remember what it said. I remember crying while writing it, my tears smudging the ink. After I’d gotten everything written down, I folded it up and slid it into an envelope, lying it on top of his pillow. He could read it whenever he was ready and that was the best I could do. Then, I packed a bag, called Boone, and hadn’t seen or heard from Josh since. Just like that. 
Riley had sent me a DM after the incident, asking if he could meet me for coffee so we could talk things over. He had orchestrated this entire thing in an effort to get Josh away from me. It was a breach of the restraining order, but I didn’t want to stir things up. I just wanted the entire mess to go away. I ignored the message and a week later, he showed up at my work. I went into a full panic attack and called the police. He was in custody and I was pressing charges. I just wished I wasn’t going through it alone. I wanted Josh to be there, to stand behind me and quiet my mind when it got too loud. But he was nowhere to be found.
He never called. He never texted. I had no idea if he’d even read the letter or not. Boone said Josh refused to talk about anything having to do with me whatsoever. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad But it’d been two months of me moping around and being afraid of my own shadow, so when Boone begged me to go out, I agreed. I needed to feel something. 
Lost in my memories, I hadn’t noticed the route we had taken. We were across town from my new apartment. We were at our place. Well, Josh’s place. 
“What are we-”
“I just… figured you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight. That’s all.” He twiddled his thumbs against the steering wheel and bit his lip. 
“Thank you.” 
His eyes flashed to me quickly and widened. I assume he was expecting me to ask him to take me home, but as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I had no interest in being alone right now.
Everything in the house was exactly the same. It’d been two months and he hadn’t even moved my scarf from the coat rack. Pictures of us still sat upon shelves. Even the Christmas decorations we’d put up together remained on the walls. 
“You should take a shower, uh, clear your head. I’ll take the guest room.”
“You don’t have to do that, Josh. I can shower down here and take the guest room. You’ve already done more for me tonight than I could ever ask for.”
“Kara, please, just… just take our room, alright? I mean, my room. Or, uh... “ His hand moved to run through his hair and scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s had since we met. 
An uncomfortable silence came upon us and I wanted to leave the area as quickly as I could.
“I’ll uh, I’ll take your bed.” Carefully, I walked upstairs as if the ground was made of glass. 
I stood under scalding hot water for an hour after scrubbing every inch of my body, making sure to get every microbe from that creep off of me. Josh hadn’t even moved my soap, but craving familiarity and comfort, I opted to use his instead. The scent of cedar filled my nostrils, momentarily making me forget that ash tray scented prick from earlier. 
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself before noticing a few folded pieces of clothing on the counter that weren’t there when I got in. Sitting on top of them was a scratch piece of paper.
Closest I have to anything of yours. -J.
He left a pair of black sweats and a massive Columbus Blue Jays shirt. My favorite one that I’d stolen on more occasions that I could count. I smiled to myself before slipping his shirt on and leaving the sweats on the counter. 
Being back in the bed felt odd. I was relatively used to sleeping in it alone from Josh going on road trips, but this was different. We’d never slept separately while in the same house before. Not even after a fight. We’d always curl up back to back and halfway through the night, he’d wrap around me, apologizing before kissing my neck and falling asleep. Couldn’t do that from downstairs, now could he? And of course, my mind ran a mile a minute, thinking of everything that could’ve happened tonight if Josh hadn’t been there. If he’d still been sick or knew I was going and wanted to avoid me. My restless body found itself tip-toeing down the stairs. 
Raising my hand to knock on the guest room door, it opened before my knuckles could come into contact with it. His blue eyes widened at the sight of me. “I was just heading up to check on you.”
“I can’t um… C-can I sleep with you? I mean, just, I’m so jumpy and every little noise is- you know what? This is stupid, I’m sorry.” I scoffed and turned to head back upstairs. 
“It’s not stupid Kar, you went through some crazy shit. C’mere.”
We laid next to each other in silence. As weird as it was to be in our old bed without him, this was even more uncomfortable. 
“Are you okay? I mean, I know what he did was fucked up but he didn’t physically hurt you, did he?”
“No, no, you uh, you came in time. I’m okay.”
“Good.”
Another minute or two passed and my mind began to wander again.
“Josh, if you hadn’t been there…”
“Hey, come on, you can’t think like that. I was there, and you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”
I looked over at him in the moonlight and took a sharp intake of breath. I just couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. 
“Oh, Kara, honey.” I was pulled into his chest and began taking deep breaths, willing myself to keep it together. “I told you I’d always be here for you and I meant it, alright? Nothing is ever going to happen to you.”
I lifted my head, my sight flickering between his eyes and his lips. Inching forward, I swallowed nervously, afraid of rejection. Instead, Josh gently brushed a strand of damp hair behind my ear and slowly pulled me up to meet him.
The instant our lips touched, I felt fireworks in my stomach and moaned at the contact. I missed him so much. The kiss grew quickly, two months of not even speaking to each other catching up with us quickly. It turned from slow and hesitant to heated and passionate quickly. I began to run my hand down his clothed chest, pushing hands underneath his shirt and lifting it slightly. 
“Kara, wait-” 
“Please.” I whimpered. “I don’t want him to be the last man who’s touched me.”  I kissed him gently, bumping his nose with mine. “Please make me feel safe, Josh.”
He hesitated for a moment but claiming my lips again with his. Slowly, he used one hand to lift the shirt from my body, tossing it into the darkness while moving to lie me on my back and hover above me, one forearm resting next to my head, the other hand cradling my neck. He looked my body up and down and kissed just below my ear. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kara.” Josh muttered, continuing my assault on my neck and decolletage before making his way back up to sweep his tongue into my mouth. He was always gentle with me but never as gentle as this. Tonight, he handled me as if I were made of glass. Like if he made one wrong move, I’d shatter. And maybe I would. 
He sat up on his knees for a moment to remove his own shirt before settling back down on top of me. His massive body sat on mine as if some kind of weighted blanket, shielding me from the world. As he kissed me, he moved his body along with mine. I could feel his erection growing against my hip and I moaned at the thought of it. My hands made their way down his body and onto his waistband, pushing on his sweats. 
One of his hands halted mine. “Kar, are you sure? I just want to be here for you. We don’t have to do this.”
“I want this, Josh. I want you.” 
His sweats met the floor and his length stood at full attention. I moved a hand to stroke it but he caught my wrist, guiding it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles, “Baby,” my bicep, “this is about you.” my shoulder, “Let me take care of you.”
We locked eyes as slowly pulled my lacy boyshorts down my legs. He kissed, licked, and sucked his way back up my legs, only letting his tongue dip into my heat twice before continuing to kiss up my body. Once he was back up at eye level, I felt his thick fingers carefully moving about around my entrance.
“Josh, please, just… please make love to me.”
His eyes widened but he said nothing, instead using the same hand to pull one of my legs around his hip. He looked down momentarily, lining himself up before thrusting his shaft into me. We moaned together at the feeling. I’d almost forgotten how good we felt together. 
Josh moved slowly, taking his time and being sure to stay close to me. My leg stayed planted atop his hip as he sank to rest his weight on me ever so carefully. When my eyes weren’t shut tight in pleasure, they wandered over him. The furrow of his brow, his button nose that sat above his plump lips. I watched his biceps and abs contract with every movement he made. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build in my center and I began whimpering and moaning his name. 
“Mm, I can’t… Josh, I’m-”
“I know, sweetheart, I’m right there with you.” He buried his head in my neck, gently nipping my earlobe. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you.” He moved his hands down again and circled my clit with them, sending me over the edge. 
“Oh, my god. Oh, my… Ah!” My hands gripped tightly to his biceps as they flexed next to me. I came breathlessly. I saw stars and all I could hear was Josh panting above me as he continued to thrust into me. I felt him bite my shoulder and finally cum inside me with a strangled, “Fuck, I love you.”
He moved to the side slightly, just enough to grab the blanket and pull it over us. I turned on my side. It was only a moment before I felt Josh’s arm wrap around my waist and hold my body tight to his.
“Josh?” I whispered, afraid to ruin this moment.
“I promise we can talk about this is the morning, sweetheart. Please just let me hold you tonight.” He sounded tired. I complied with his request, wrapping my hand around the forearm resting against my stomach, and it wasn’t long before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open any longer.
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💤, 🎞, 💐, 💎 + miss darcy!
@chuckhansen i’m sorry i wrote you a screaming essay about my baby lmao but the choices of prompts really... slapped. 🤧🤧🤧
💤 Napping HC
- In her twenties, naps were hardly a thing for Darcy. Perhaps its the brimming energy of her youth, but all she needs is a good cup of tea and she can function like a person without getting sleepy for the rest of the day. 
- Still, when she does manage to get a nap, say, maybe accidentally falling asleep on the couch or while tinkering around with her program or reviewing her art history notes, it’s always that kind of nap in which she wakes up annoyed and frothing with hate and disoriented with time. Restful naps are so rare, it’s like a myth to her.
- Sam tries to stay away from her within the first five minutes post-nap. He knows how she cranky she can get. What he does most of the time is he leaves her a cup of tea by her desk or at the coffee table with a post-it note that says, “Today is June 4th 1999 and you’re in the living room and please drink this and calm down before you come downstairs. I love you.” 
- But after having Scout and Bonnie, especially when these two were babies, good lord. She ends up dozing off in the Tube, in her office, in the loo. Oftentimes, it happens while she’s doing her laundry. Even in the shower. Like, is she still even a person or sleep personified? Who knows. She has accepted that she will no longer have a decent amount of rest, let alone a wink of it, now that she is a mum.
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🎞 Movie Night HC
- Darcy has always loved going to the movie theatres, and movie nights are a weekend tradition with the Kingsleys when she and Emma were very young, so film in general played a huge role in her formative years. 
- As a kid, there was a time that she watched The Aristocats more times than she could count that she ended up breaking the VHS player.
- Last full show with an empty theatre? Her absolute favourite. It’s how she spends most of her alone time to destress. 
- But also her favourite: movie dates with Sam. He often takes her to watch silent films with him, and he’d just crack her up when he tries to supply his own dialogue to the characters on screen.
- Psychological thrillers and old gory movies, Darcy can endure, but horror and paranormal shit? She is an absolute coward. Once, during a stay-at-home movie night, Sam made her watch Shutter and he ended up getting punched and kicked half of the time. It was hilarious. (To him, at least.)
- “You’re unfazed with bodies being mutilated but ghosts scare you?” / “And what about it???”
- “Also you know very well I work closely with cameras so fuck you!” / “Oh there’s going to be fucking tonight I assure you but come back here baby let me protect you.”
- Another favourite of hers now that she’s a mother of two: watching old films with her kids. They always have either an insightful comment or a sassy remark that never fails to remind her of Sam.
💐 Family/Kids HC
- Darcy’s a very hands-on mama when it comes to Scout and Bonnie, even more so when they were still babies. There was a time in the middle of the night that a cybersecurity emergency in the MI5 needed her on-site assistance, and because her mum was away, she took Scout and Bonnie with her to their HQ.
- “What on earth are you thinking bringing your kids here—” / “Do you want me to stabilize this threat or do you want us to leave?” / “Uh... no, ma’am.”
- She’s also very open to Scout and Bonnie, and she’s not one to be fazed to talk to them about the birds and the bees with a Powerpoint presentation to boot.
- Movie night traditions, per usual! And also family road trips! Darcy likes spending time with Scout and Bonnie by taking them to a beach in Brighton, where Scout loves to surf and Bonnie likes to take photos.
- Darcy never expected she’d be a mother so soon in her life (and a mother of two at that) but what she never expected the most is the feeling of absolute protectiveness when it comes to her kids. She’d go feral for them, tbh.
💎 Marriage HC
With Javi
- Okay, yes, yes—maybe it is a poor choice on Darcy’s part for marrying a goddamn drug lord and this fool who once cheated on her, but Sam’s gone and she’s hard hit by grief in the aftermath of his “death”, and on top that, she was also pregnant, and she felt so desperate and sad and so fucking lonely that in her most difficult times, it was Javi who was by her side and loved her. So yes, sue her for loving this shit bag, but this shit bag got her through her toughest times.
- And also, in the absence of her baby daddy, Javi loved the hell out of the twins and treated them as his own. So how on earth could she not love him after all of that?
- The first few years of their marriage were their happiest - lots of vacations, date nights. 
- Javi really tried to keep his family life away from the cartel life he’s always known ever since a kid. He really did try. He wanted something normal for a change, and Darcy gave him that. But he knew from the very start that he couldn’t have nice things (or at least, he was convinced that he did not deserve to keep it) and the deeper he got into this business he inherited from his father, the more he changed to a person he could not even recognize. 
- The divorce was inevitable. And even after they have separated, there’s one thing that hasn’t changed: Javi still makes sure Darcy and her kids are safe. Anyone who dares to harm them would end up dead.
With Sam
- It’s the “two middle-aged people who have been long estranged and have loved many other people in the course of their lives and yet one look from each other all they could think of is ‘it’s always been you’” moment AND???? I AM A HO FOR IT??? I’M NOT SORRY???
- Domestic life! Cooking together! Tending their garden! A massage after a long day of work! Museum dates! Excavation trips! Finally coming home to one another!!!!!
- Do they still have their petty squabbles? Of fucking course. It’s their brand. But this time, at least they get to address each other with Mr./Mrs. like, “Oh don’t you dare turn your back on me, Mr. Drake!” or “let’s settle this in bed then, Mrs. Drake!” in arguments just to piss each other off, but then again, it does get them each other in bed.
- Sam is that husband who always goes, “Look at my wife!”
- “Also, my wife’s amazing, she maybe short but she is a blade that can kill me with a look.”
- They do have their hard days. But their hard days seem so easy because hey, you’re the only person I can imagine enduring this with and no one else.
- It felt like a natural order of things. Like this was fifteen-to-sixteen years long overdue. Having lived together for a year, for the two of them this whole thing simply felt like picking back right where they left off, but so, so much better.
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