watching skyeward in the framework is just….the most frustrating thing because WE COULD HAVE HAD THIS we could have had this in real life if the writers weren’t so hellbent on fucking up grant ward’s character six ways to sunday
the way he hovered over her shoulder! the way she told him to stop mouth breathing on her! the way she grabbed him and then kissed him on the cheek as a cover to slip him that paper! the way she sacrificed herself so he could get the intel to simmons! the way he said he’d die for her!!
this is the ship that i wanted and yeah, i guess it’s better late than never that we are getting it now even if it’s all fake, but it also feels like an epically cruel level of trolling from the writers, like, we could’ve made him this interesting from season 1 but we chose not to because we thought it would be a better story if he were a nazi and then an alien husk and then dead! but hey, look at what could have been, isn’t that fun?
and maybe i’m missing something major but what the fuck was fitz’s biggest regret that he ended up madame hydra’s fuckboy and became a sociopath? how did that happen? how does not being with simmons erase all the good that was in him? it’s such a cheap trope that i hate, that a man is only good because a woman made him that way, that he becomes a monster wehen he loses the love of his life. no, leo fitz has always been good because that’s who he is - he didn’t need jemma for that. they made each other better by bringing out the best in what was already in the other.
and maybe i’m still missing something major but may NOT killing a little girl leads to may becoming a stone cold nazi?? may showing humanity leads to may not having any humanity?? may not killing the girl and therefore NOT following orders leads to may blindly following any and all orders? what am i missing?? how does that logically make sense??
just fucking throw me in the framework so i can see what my life would’ve been like if i’d never watched this show. it’s not like i hate it, i mean, imma still watch it….it’s just so….frustrating sometimes because i think it could be so much better than it is! the female characters are fucking AMAZING and the action sequences are really really well done but man idk maybe i don’t pay close enough attention but sometimes it just does NOT make sense and i will be forever salty over its treatment of grant ward not because he was a hero but because he had so much potential to be a full on villain or an anti-hero or to have a redemption arc and they squandered all of that
but uh great work with framework phil he’s adorable can we keep him please
Imagine Ponyboy and Sodapop trying to convince Darry to keep the abandoned puppy they found…
“Please Darry, he is a really good puppy.” Ponyboy pleaded, his big green-grey eyes looked up at Darry as he pouted softly- that always used to work on him when he was a kid.
“Now Ponyboy, dogs are a big responsibility, especially puppies. They are needy, they eat everything, they chew through everything and they pee everywhere.”
“Aww come on Darry, let him keep it!” Sodapop chimed, running his fingers through the puppy’s matted fur. “We found him abandoned and sad, he was all on his lonesome, how can you say no to this face? Aww look at him Darry.”
“Not you too, Soda.” Darry sighed with a shake of his head.
“Dawwy, please adopt me!” Soda said in a high, sing-song voice, trying to imitate the dog. “I will love you forever…”
“Okay, look. You can keep it” Darry grimaced as the boys whooped, shouting out their appreciation. “I’m not finished, you can keep it, but you’re both looking after it. The moment that dog does something wrong, it’s outta here, you got it?”
“Yeah yeah, Darry.” They waved him off nonchalantly, he inwardly groaned.
Prompt: Jin comforts you after you have a nightmare about him leaving
Genre: angst, fluff
Word Count: 1367
He was packing, or rather, had finished packing, and the home you used to share now seemed to be left bare. Little trinkets and Mario toys were taken away and placed carefully in a suitcase, leaving behind spots on surfaces where dust couldn’t reside before. Clothes you had forgotten were his because of how often you’d wear them were gone, leaving a bigger hole than you thought they could. Not that you ever imagined this to happen in the first place.
“I really wish we could, but everything is just so busy and I don’t feel like it’s right for you to have to wait so long to see me for such a short period of time before I need to leave again.”
You tried to protest. That was just a given for you to be with him, and the two of you already had plenty of conversations about the issues that arose with his work, but everything was resolved with reassurance and quality time whenever he was able to be with you. You were ok. He knows that!
The protest bubbled in your chest and you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing was spoken into the air. No words were formed.
Why can’t I speak?! I need to tell him!
“I wish we could be together forever.”
“The plans we made for our future…”
Seokjin! Stop, please!
“Right now, nothing is working. I don’t think I can keep the promises I made to you. You shouldn’t hold yourself back from life because of me.”
No! We talked about this!
“And I know how persistent you can be when you set your mind on something, and it’s really admirable…but because of that, you wouldn’t let yourself live as happily as I want you to-”
I am happy! Who told you this?!
“-so I’ll do it…For both of us, I think it would be better if we weren’t together anymore because of my job and how it affects your life. I just want you to be happy. I would hug you and kiss you, but I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll never be able to let go, so…the best I can do is this.”
You began crying as he solemnly brought his hand to his lips and sent a kiss to you by mournfully extending his arm back toward you. You tried to grab his hand and beg him to stay, to listen to you, but he was just out of your reach.
You could only watch the tears fall from his eyes.
You cried and screamed his name, trying desperately to run after him, to find him, but everything was dark and you were confused and terrified and it felt like ropes were wrapping themselves securely around your torso to keep you from moving forward, to keep you from him.
You fought them with all your strength, but they were too strong. You could only sob, words too broken to be understood.
The sound of Seokjin’s voice calling your name further crushed the shattered pieces of your heart into dust. Your body was shaking violently and you couldn’t breathe. Hot pressure was crushing your chest and your name continued to be called.
“Please wake up!”
You jolted, eyes snapping open and frantically tried to get rid of the ropes tying you down. It took a few moments for you to realize that there weren’t any ropes. Only Seokjin holding you upright, securely in his arms. The violent shaking was him trying to rouse you as gently as possible and the burning, suffocating pressure was him pressing your body against his chest. The fresh, clean scent that belonged uniquely to him filled your nose. The smell of safety brought relief, flooding your senses to fight off panic, and all you could do was curl your fists into his shirt and continue to cry as he rocked you back and forth, rubbing circles into your back, murmuring words of comfort and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.
“It’s ok. You’re ok, it was only a dream. Everything’s ok. I’m here, it’s ok, I’m here. Just hold onto me and breathe. Can you do that for me? Breathe in-”
You sucked in a stuttering breath of air.
The air left too quickly and your lungs returned to the panicked hyperventilation for a moment until Seokjin’s voice brought you back.
“That’s ok, you’re ok. Try again, come on. In…and out. Good, good job. You’re doing so well. Again, c’mon,” he urged gently.
After a minute or so, your breathing and heart rate had calmed down, but you were still shuddering. Seokjin held onto you in the dark, the silence broken only by your deep breaths as you clung to him.
He was so warm and comforting.
He softly rubbed his hands over your arms, lightly massaging the muscles sore from shivering and tensing. “Are you feeling better?”
You wordlessly nodded and nestled further into him. He protectively rested his head on yours and sat there in silence, allowing you to simply feel his breath and listen to his heartbeat until you were comfortable with talking.
“Y-you…you left m-me,” you finally managed to explain, bursting into tears again.
Seokjin wordlessly held you tight and rocked you again, waiting patiently for you to regain composure so as to not rush you and stress you out. When you calmed down, he asked why he left.
“Because of being an i-idol, and I know, I know that both of us have talked about t-this and we’re ok, but that’s why I was so con-confused and scared. I thought I did something wrong and I c-couldn’t say anything and you’re ok, right? Y-you’re ok about us?”
Seokjin pulled back from the hug a little to look you in the eye. He cupped you face in his hands and brushed away stray tears still lingering on your cheeks. “Yes. I have no doubt that I want to stay with you for a very long time. Forever, even. I do feel bad more often than I would like to admit because of the way you have to live because of me, but the reassurance that you’re ok and that you love me with all your heart regardless of how late I get home or wherever in the world I may be…How can I not love you? It was just a bad dream. I would never just walk out on you based off of such a weak excuse like that. I love you. I love you so much and I don’t want to leave you and the fact that you don’t want to leave me makes me love you so much more. Please don’t have that dream again, but if that Seokjin comes back, if he says that crap again, just laugh at him. Look him dead in the eye and laugh at him and his stupidity.”
“Hey, what does a dog say when it sees a wall?”
“Seokjin, I swear to God-”
“Wol wol!!” He began laughing.
“That’s not even a new joke! You’ve already said this!”
“Isn’t it funny?”
“No!” You squirmed out of his hold and lay back down, turning your back to him. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“What color is a hamburger?”
“Burgundy! Go to bed, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore!”
He lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso and squishing your body to back into his chest. You protested and tried to wriggle away, but he wouldn’t let you. Your kicking only tangled the two of you further into the sheets.
You stopped fighting him when he kissed the back of your neck softly, solemnly.
“I love hearing you smile.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Yes it does. You can hear it in someone’s voice when they smile. I love hearing your smile. It makes me happy too.”
You turned around and looked up at him. “Thank you, Seokjin.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He pressed a kiss to your lips and held you close, playing with your hair until you fell sound asleep in his arms.
You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and flip it open to see a familiar setting. “Why are we going to Star City?”
“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.
“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. You, Sam, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.
“We suspect he’s the crime ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been unable to track down, or at social gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”
You swallow nervously. Oliver still doesn’t know you’re an Avenger. He’s already been through enough, he doesn’t need a possible evil overlord after him and a superhero girlfriend. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.
“We,” Steve starts, “will be undercover in Star City until we can’t be anymore. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty, and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who stands next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”
She nods. “I can do it.”
The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up in a smile at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”
“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”
Natasha and Steve exchange a look that makes you frown.
“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”
“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and hugs you.
“Hey!” She squeals, pulling away from the hug, but keeping her hands on your shoulders. “Where have you been? It’s been months!”
You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flicker over to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him perched on his head. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”
Thea frowns slightly. “What kind of–”
She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving as the crowd cheers and cameras flash. “I’ll tell you later!” You yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods.
“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes flit over you once before resting on you, making his smile brighten. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.
“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”
You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda with wide eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” You whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”
Thea comes at your side. “Hey, is she okay?”
“She’s fine.” You wince at how quickly you responded. “This is my colleague. She doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”
Thea nods with worried eyes and you wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her over to the entrance of a hallway. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”
Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. “Damien is here, but something … Something is wrong with it. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”
“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.
Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen, her irises all scarlet as she sits there, quietly shaking.
You shake her shoulder, getting increasingly more worried. “Wanda? Wanda are you okay?”
She continues to shake uncontrollably, and you and Sam share a worried look. “What do we do?” he asks.
Suddenly, the floor shakes with the force of an explosion, and the sound of gunshots comes from the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.
People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which terrifies you. You glance behind you to see Wanda in the same state, before seeing Felicity running towards you.
“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly calm blonde towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”
Felicity nods before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and back at you, putting two and two together. “Oh my god.”
You smile nervously. “I’ll be back.”
Then you run into the fray after Sam, pulling on your wrist braces as you do.
Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”
“Can’t escape.” Dig laughs, shaking his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and shakes the captain’s hand. “Even after a lifetime.”
Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders, and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have known that she was in his mind somehow.
All of the information she gathered from him was erased.
While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a quiet argument for two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour, and finally, they went and talked and haven’t stopped. The others are doing their best to ignore it.
“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”
Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Whenever (Y/n)’s in town, Oliver’s the happiest. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities. And that she told him.”
Steve nods. “(Y/n)’s so strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing battle strategies.
On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver, arms crossing over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”
He holds up a finger, eyes narrowing at her. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”
“I was going to tell you today. After your conference. But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”
Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to come between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”
You pause, looking down at your hands. “I already hardly see you, I don’t want to lose you forever.”
He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and gently cups your chin, making you look up at him. “No more secrets?”
You shake your head.
“And you’ll keep me updated?”
You nod. “And you’ll keep me updated?”
He nods. You smile a little bit.
Oliver smiles softly. “So we’re good?”
You laugh. “Yes, Ollie, we’re good.”
Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you just sway back and forth for a couple of seconds, foreheads touching.
**Based on the song up I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by Zayn**
~I just wanna keep calling your name…till you come back home~
Shawn was my best friend. But the thing was…I hadn’t seen him in at least a year..and when he last left he kissed me. We never talked about the kiss. Hell we didn’t even talk. I haven’t heard from him since that kiss. I know he’s been busy but…I just wanted to hear his voice or something. Me and his family were still pretty close. I helped his sister with her school work every week and hung out with her sometimes because she didn’t have a lot of close friends.
Me and Aaliyah were sitting in her room working on her homework.
“Can we please take a break this is annoying” she sighs.
“Yea” I say. She smiles and outs on some music. I Don’t Wanna Live Forever comes on and we both start singing to it.
“I just wanna keep calling your name till you come back home” I sing. I was thinking about Shawn the whole time I was singing that.
“Hey sis” I hear the door open. I look over at the same time as Aaliyah. My body froze. There he stood. Shawn Mendes. She got up and ran to her brother and hugged him. She hated not seeing her brother. He hugged her tight. I packed up my things.
“I better get going A, text me if ya need anything” I say putting my bag on my shoulder.
“You can’t leave…Shawn just got here…you guys are bestfriends!!” she says. I look down at the floor.
“Bestfriends talk to each other…” I sigh.
“What. Shawn you said you talked to her the other day. You lied to me” she says.
“He hasn’t talked to me in a year…it’s fine. I really gotta go.” I say. I get past them both but not until I feel a familiar hand grab my wrist firmly. I look at Shawn. Tears threatened my eyes.
“Y/N please…” Shawn says. I shake my head. I get out of his grip and go home.
I sat on my bed and stared outside. My phone buzzing every couple of seconds with messages from Shawn. Why did he want to throw our friendship away…not that I wanted to be just his friend. I heard my door open and close. I look over and see Shawn standing against my door.
“Go away” I say.
“Please…let me talk to you” he says.
“Why now. Why not months ago. Why not the day after you left…why now.“I say. He stayed quiet. I got up and started pacing.
"Well talk. I’m not in the mood.” I say. I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull me into him. He was warm and his hug comforting…but i was beyond mad at him. Next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I pull away after a minute.
“No. No you don’t get to kiss me. The last time you did you left for a year and never talked to me….not even once” I start to cry.
“You left me…you left me thinking I wasn’t good enough…you left me thinking you weren’t ever coming back…you left me…” I cried punching his firm muscular chest. I looked up at him and his eyes were glassy and puffy.
“Why!” I cry. I punched his chest a few more times and I became weak. Shawn held me up in his arms. My head laid against his chest. His breathing was unsteady.
“I never meant to hurt you. I love you. I didn’t just want to leave after kissing you…maybe no contact would make it easier to forget how much I would miss you. But it made it worst. I fell so hard for you Y/N and I was scared of leaving you. I feel like shit. I don’t want to hurt you” Shawn says. His voice becoming week.
“You don’t understand how much I love you…you are my everything” he sighs. My crying steadied. I looked up at him. He had years dripping down his face. He looked at me and wiped my tears with his thumb.
“I hate seeing you cry. And to think I was the one who caused it…” he sighs and closes his eyes. I suddenly didn’t feel so mad at him. He never really ever cried. He hated showing emotion and to see him showing it now. I sighed. My fingertips touched and walked lightly across his jawline.
“I don’t want you to leave me…to leave me wondering like that ever again…you are to special to me…I love y-” his lips touch mine cutting me off. His kiss was passionate and hungry. His lips let go of mine. I pouted when they left.
“I love you…will you be my girlfriend” he smiles. I smile and nod. He kisses me again. I hug him tightly.
“I’ve missed you so much you have no idea"he says. I smile up at him.
"I’ve missed you too” I say.
“I’m glad I came home…” he sighs happily. I was too.
Prompt: More conversations between Locket!Tom and Harry please! :)
The locket tightened around his neck, dragging him beneath the
frozen waters. His hand tried to reach for the sword, but it was just out of
his reach. Frantically, his feet kicked in an effort to try to get back to the
surface but it was no use. The locket was too powerful and he was getting
weaker by the second.
Dark spots clouded his vision, and his lungs felt like they were
going to burst with the lack of oxygen. He pulled at the locket around his
neck, but it only dug into his skin, and dragged him deeper into the water
until it touched the bottom of the lake. The sediment spread in the water like
a cloud of smoke as Harry frantically tried to get free.
Just as he felt like he was going to pass out, strong, warm
hands grabbed both sides of his face and a pair of lips pressed against his.
Precious air was forced into his lungs and he breathed it in greedily. A
body was pressed against his, and the heat from it was absorbed into his
freezing bones. The sudden warmth made him cling to his savior, and his let go
of the choking necklace, and wrapped his arms around the body in front of him.
When he opened his eyes, he gasped, letting some of his precious
air escape. Tom Riddle held his face in his warm hands, a mischievous glint in
“I wouldn’t talk. You might drown.” Tom’s was as clear as if he
was talking above the water. He seemed unaffected that they were beneath a
freezing lake and he should not have been able to talk at all. “You took long
enough to find that thing. Aren’t you going to miss our time together? All of
those dreams I have been sending you, all of those thoughts we shared…” Tom
brushed his fingers along Harry’s scar.
Harry shook his head frantically, and struggled in Tom’s hold.
He did not dare waste any more air, but there was nothing else he could do. The
Horcrux was too powerful for him and there was no chance of escape.
“You don’t want me here, Harry? I could always leave you here in
the cold…” Tom started to back away, and took his warmth with him. Harry
instantly started shivering uncontrollably and it was just his luck that he
began to struggle for air again. He started to reach out for Tom, begging with
his eyes for the oxygen he so desperately needed. “I’m getting mixed signals
here. Do you want me here, or don’t you?”
Harry pulled Tom back to him by his neck and crashed their
mouths together. But, Tom only laughed against his lips. “I’m still not
understanding you. What is it that you want,” He mocked. Hands reached for the
locket and tried yanking it off again, but like before it was no use.
With the last of his air, Harry begged “Please.” Bubbles rose
from his mouth, and the word was almost lost to them, but Tom still understood.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Tom breathed more air into
Harry, and in return, Harry pulled their bodies closer together.
It was torture for him, being trapped in freezing water with his
most hated enemy. Every chance of his life continuing relied completely on Tom.
Without his warmth, he was surely freeze to death, and without his oxygen, he
“I can’t keep you here forever, you’ll die eventually. But,
maybe we can come to a deal? I keep you alive, and you can’t destroy me. How
does that sound?” Tom suggested.
If Harry said no, would die anyway. But if he said yes, he could
still hunt the other pieces. It didn’t have to be him that destroyed the locket now did it?
He nodded desperately, and Tom grinned. “Well then, let’s get us
into the moonlight, shall we?”
When Harry’s head broke the surface, two things happened. First,
Harry coughed up the water from his lungs and sucked in oxygen as though only a
man who had just been drowning could. Second, he felt a burning pain in his
chest, like someone stuck a hot poker to him.
He looked down, and found the locket open against his skin. It
was bright like someone had left it too long in a fire and the area around his
skin burned and glowed along with it. Harry screamed and tried to pull it off
of him, but when he tried to touch it, it burned his fingers.
Just as quickly it had started, it stopped and Harry had to peel
it off of his skin. The cool night air felt like heaven against the burn it
left on his chest, but was a sharp sting everywhere else.
“There, now you can’t destroy me,” Tom’s voice sounded from
within his head. The words sent a chill down Harry’s spine, and made him look
around for the man he knew wouldn’t be there. “I suppose I must keep my end of
the deal now shouldn’t I?”
Harry’s burn mark on his chest suddenly began to heal and fuse
back together until it left a scar. The rest of his body began to feel warmer
as though someone had placed a warm blanket around him. “What?” Harry whispered
“Horcruxes can’t be destroyed by normal means. Don’t you
remember? It’s going to take more than a little cold night to kill you now.”
Okay but I can’t stop laughing at the amount of Quakerider on my dash today because remember how goddamn bitter we all were about Ghost Rider during the Great S4 Promo Drought of 2016? No-one wanted Robbie Reyes to even be here, and now we’re all like ‘I’m so sorry I was so mean can we please keep him forever’
This drama is really reminding me of jesus back in the day. People fcked him over and left him when he needed it the most but he came back and left a legacy behind which is still alive. If you're willing to die for what you believe in what you believe in lives forever. I love u so fucking much and hate these fuckers giving you shit. None of them can bring it to something like you. Please keep your head up you got this. If therez anything we can do let us know.
Jesus was nailed to the cross. MLK shot in the face.
The worst thing happening to me is spoilt bored jealous rich kids creating havoc in Chiang Mai for it. It is water off a ducks back mate.
I do feel for the community though and spend a lot of time thinking how I can spin it so they win it.
Park Jimin “Now. Always. Forever.” Word Count: 1,879 Genre: Fluff I actually was unsure where i was going with this one hahahah
It wasn’t fair. It was an one sided love that you didn’t want anything to do with anymore. He wasn’t going to like you back. He was incapable of loving you the same way. Park Jimin was the ultimate school flirt and you were the fool who fell for him. You were one of his puppets that he played with.
There was always a line for him or a crowd of girls wanting to be noticed by the Park Jimin. The two things that separated you from those girls were that Jimin always approached you first and your despicable call names.
He addressed every other girl as baby or babe. You, on the other hand, was addressed as princess or babygirl. Besides those two distinctions, you were treated just like the rest. He’d get the girls all flustered by running his hands through his hair – his signature move. If you were one of his noted companions he messes with, he’d randomly grab your hand in the halls or kiss your cheek when he passed.
You hated everything he did because of how it made you feel. Every time he’d smirk up at you, a light tint of pink would cover your cheeks immediately. When he would hold your hand, you were sure he felt the fast-paced tempo of your heartbeat. You were positive he heard the butterflies fluttering whenever he hugged you tightly.
However, those feelings would eventually get shattered by the reality that he’d never like you back; that was the part you hated the most.
I just binged your Iwaizumi x Oikawa x reader fic and just WOW. I am hooked. I live for this drama and you did not disappoint, ever. Thanks so much for writing this and at one point continuing to write when no one had requested it just yet. But if you are so inspired I would like to humbly request Part 7 because your story is AMAZING and I need to know everything. Absolutely everything. Please have a fantastic day, you incredible human being !!!
Really?! Thank you! So much! Srsly, trust me. I havent been able to NOT write this. I promise I’m working on other requests but this one is just… It’s just my baby. And I know I already posted part 7. But here’s part 8 for you if that’s okay, Anon-chan! Sorry it’s not EVERYTHING you need to know, but its getting there ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ Hope you have a fantastic day, you amazing lovable human! (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)
A month has past since Oikawa has stopped his friendship with you and Iwaizumi. A month until the Spring High Tournament.
Nothing much has changed since your encounter with Oikawa and Sayuraki, not like you expected it too. Whenever you saw Oikawa or he saw you in the hallways, he immediately turned his attention back to whatever girl he was entertaining or telling a funny story to an uninterested Matsukawa. It seemed Sayuraki would still follow around Oikawa and he would let her, despite what had happened. But at least she was still something to Oikawa. You’ve known him before anyone, he was your best friend. And that’s when it was destiny, Oikawa was a part of you that Iwaizumi would never be. That part that Oikawa grew into you was when you knew your existence was created just for him, and vice versa. But feeling that… Made it even more confusing on what to do.
In the beginning, you tried your hardest to fight the urge to talk to Oikawa. You wanted to tell him everything and to fix everything between the two of you. But as you fought those urges with all your might, it became tiring. It became tiring to pretend a situation that just wasn’t real. Oikawa wasn’t going to give you the time of day, let alone come back to you and Iwaizumi. It became tiring to be okay with everything when it wasn’t. You were just tired, and so was your will. Now, you don’t bother to look at Oikawa. His obnoxious laughs could be heard, his empowering presence could be felt a few steps away from you, but it wasn’t enough to make you look at him.
But also, now you were thinking the obvious. Why do you need to look at Oikawa? He was the part of the world that made oceans create tsunami waves for you, made the Earth shake. He was invincible. But this all screamed the obvious to you; You weren’t the sky the Earth needed, you weren’t the winds the oceans needed to move, you weren’t important to Oikawa. Because if you were, he would stop being like this. The obvious had such a heartbreaking way to slap you in the face. And of everything to happen, realizing this felt… Like nothing.
There was nothing fantastic about, there was nothing about the realization that made it horrific to existence. It was just an observation. But it did hurt.
Loving someone with your all just proved that they could break all of you.
And then your mind fell to the boy eating ramen in front of you. You couldn’t help watching him slurp his noodles with that usual angry look on his face, lost in it all. Iwaizumi’s lips were glossed with the soup, making you remember how he tasted. His eyes always focused on he wanted. As he watched the noodles entangle themselves onto the chopsticks, his eyes looked nothing like that night. Every time his hands moved, you missed them on your skin. You missed the way his hands pressed onto your skin with every inch they touched, just as his lips followed after. You remembered that night how you were so lost in his voice calling out your name, feeling his voice vibrate throughout your body with each calling next to your ear. Iwaizumi was so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath behind your ear, and you remembered the way you would bend your back, your body begging to feel his love more and more.
“You know your soup’s going to get cold. Eat,” Iwaizumi said after he finished drinking a bit of his ramen’s soup. Without a response, he returned to eating his own soup.
“Hajime,” it wasn’t a calling or a question.
“Hm?” he wouldn’t look up from the noodles he was eating. Usually you would laugh, comment on how he actually looked hungry after practice. But right now… Right now you just wanted to see. You wanted to see the man you’ve grown up with just be the being you’ve loved. Loved just as much as Oikawa, or… “______, what-” Iwaizumi didn’t expect to see you crying. “Hey, what’s wrong?” No answer and the tears just kept falling. “_____, hey, talk to-You know what let’s go,” Iwaizumi fished through his wallet as he spoke and pulled out a few bills, throwing them into the table. He grabbed your hand and walked you out the door, thanking the workers for his food. You both ignored the way the workers watched with worry eyes when they noticed your tears, ignored the speculations and judgement. “Let’s go home.”
Home. Whose home was that? Yours? Iwaizumi’s? It had always been just natural between the three of you to say home, it didn’t matter with whose house. But lately, whenever Iwaizumi said it, it felt more than just yours or his. It was different now. Especially with Oikawa gone.
Because it’s finally sinking in. The realization that best friends aren’t supposed to be in these situations. Best friends are supposed to go to the ends of the Earth for you if you needed a lung and that was the only place it was. They’re not supposed to ignore each other for days. Especially when those days turn into weeks, and then longing into a month. By then, are they really you best friend? Because Oikawa hadn’t checked on you at all ever since the whole thing. Not a day passed that you didn’t text him.
Are you okay?
Toruu, please just listen to me.
Tell me we’ll be okay.
You can’t ignore me forever.
Hajime is worried about you too, believe it or not.
Toruu, my eyes can’t keep crying over your dumb ass. So hurry up and reply back.
Call me please?
Are we even friends anymore?
And after it all, there was no response. And after the last text, you had gotten the message. Because best friends don’t do this. Not even friends. But Oikawa can do this to you. The first friend you ever made, can stop being your friend all of a sudden. The first best friend you have ever had can all of a sudden not acknowledge your existence or importance. The best friend you had made promises of deep commitment and trust, can all of a sudden forget all of those promises. Promises like if you were ever in jail, I wouldn’t even bail you out, because I would be there with you. We just might need Mom to give us money… And a good beating, or Somehow, if ever it were going to happen, I would be fine second choice. Because I would get it. But you’ll always be my first _______-chan! That’s never going to change! turned out to mean complete shit now. Because Oikawa put you in that jail, and had no intention of taking you out of your misery. Oikawa wasn’t second choice and you definitely aren’t his first anymore.
So really, are you two even friends anymore?
“Hey,” Iwaizumi said, breaking you out of your thoughts. When had you even gone inside your house? Since when did you walk up the stairs into your room together?
His hand was on your cheek, and it felt so welcoming. It felt like home. But it was all coming down, everything was taking a toll on you. And your tears wouldn’t stop, your cries starting to voice. “______, what’s going on? Just-”
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you replied, your cries making your voice struggle. “I don’t want to love if this is what happens.”
Iwaizumi’s heart shook. “What?”
“This sucks!” Iwaizumi’s heart felt the smack against his hand more than it was supposed to. But when he saw your anger seeping out your eyes, it was a dagger to his heart. Just more and more pain. “If this is what happens when you love someone and they leave, I don’t wanna love anymore!”
“Wait, calm down. ______, Oikawa’s going to get his head out his ass soon, just calm-”
“No!” You didn’t want to feel Iwaizumi’s touch on you. He’ll never want to hold you again. Iwaizumi will just leave too. Again. “I can’t be calm! I can’t keep thinking Toruu’s going to come back when he isn’t! I can’t keep thinking everything is okay when it’s not! I don’t want to do it anymore!”
Iwaizumi grabbed onto your wrist before you even reached the door. But you turned to him, your chest burning. When you pulled back your wrist from his grip, you forced your heart ache away when Iwaizumi flinched.
“Get out!” Iwaizumi opened his mouth, but you allowed no words to escape. “I don’t want to have to know what it feels like to have you break me too!”
“________, I’m not! I told you I’m not leaving you! I’m not going-”
“Shut up! Why do you keep saying all this bull shit, when you’re just going to leave me too!? Toruu’s not going to come back after all! Toruu won’t listen to me and it’s annoying my whole life! Toruu’s mad at me for the most stupidest reason and I’m mad because all of this had to happen! I’m just mad and sick of it and done with all this crap!” You’ve had enough. Your heart had gone through enough this year. It was worse than the feeling right now. Your year was worse than the burning hell your fingers had as they pulled your hair. The year was nothing compared to the tears running down your cheeks. They had no care for your feelings, the tears just kept reminding you over and over again that this was the reality of the world. Hurt is painful. Hurt can break you. And it did. If Oikawa can make your soul break, what could Iwaizumi do to your existence?
“What the hell!?” Iwaizumi couldn’t fathom his heart right now. It was more than breaking. It was running out his chest and stabbing itself. Iwaizumi was breaking down, he didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. “You can’t think I’ll walk out on you just because Oikawa did!” Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed at this whole thing.
“It’s fair to think that, Hajime! Toruu is my first friend! He’s my best friend! And if almost two decades of friendship means nothing to him, if he can just walk out my life so easily with no complaints, whose to say you won’t either!?” This time you turned and grabbed the door knob. You could do it, you could open the door and save yourself. It could all be done, and Iwaizumi could just walk out. If he wanted.
“Why don’t you get it that I’m here because I want to be!? I don’t want you to be this fucked all because of Oikawa! You don’t think this is hard for me too!?” Iwaizumi wasn’t lying. This was hard. Not only is the girl he’s been in love with since time ever existed to him is falling apart, but his best friend won’t even speak to him. Oikawa was the whole reason you were even apart of his life, and Iwaizumi always never knew how to thank Oikawa. Because there was no equivalent presentation of gratitude that could be worthy to give Oikawa, because nothing was more than amazing than you. You were the ground the Iwaizumi stood on to keep his life balanced. Oikawa was the sun that beamed in Iwaizumi’s life to show him the ways of any life, to present more life. A life with Oikawa. A life with you. A life with volleyball. Iwaizumi owed Oikawa so much, and yet he had given his best friend the worst thing ever. If the sun was gone, what will happen to the ground he stood on?
The cracks would begin. And then they would start to deepen, become longer to meet other crevices into itself. Soon, the ground would split, and never hold Iwaizumi up again. You would be the next one to leave Iwaizumi. What would his world be without the sun and ground he’s been so devoted to? Oikawa leaving was hard enough. But you? Iwaizumi couldn’t handle the both of you gone.
Suddenly Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around your waist and torso. He latched onto you so tight, no air between your bodies. You were frozen against the door, but you could feel Iwaizumi’s body yelling at you. His body yelling at him too to tell you everything. Iwaizumi planted his face against the crook of your neck, he felt you flinch from his wet eyes. He didn’t care though, and he didn’t care if you could feel his body shook.
Because this was terrifying. It was terrifying to feel his heart explode just because you could take one step out his life. The reality of your friendship to vanish into the air terrified Iwaizumi’s whole life, because he could never see it without you. This one second he held onto you could turn into him being alone in the room where everything started. It was ironic. Your room was the start of it all, and it could be the end of everything.
“________, Im in love with you,”
The silence continued, but Iwaizumi could hear your heart. He could feel it along his forearm as he held you. Iwaizumi didn’t have to see you to know your eyes widened, afraid and shocked. But Iwaizumi couldn’t see the shock turn into disappointment.
“Liar,” you breathed out. It was a quiet breath, but it echoed in Iwaizumi’s ears.
Iwaizumi stopped shaking. Slowly, he took his head from your neck and looked down to you flabbergasted. This was worse. This was worse than you walking out his life. Because Iwaizumi has only known love because of you. You were the reason Iwaizumi could even fall in love. Accusing him of lying? It hurt him. No, it offended him. Because why would he need to lie?
“I wouldn’t lie about that. ______, I have no reason to lie about that,” his voice was a hiss, but quiet. Slow. You could feel Iwaizumi shake his head with total disbelief and horror. You could almost picture his face. It would be all scrunched, his usual pout. The tears were falling and his eyes blinded with confusion. You knew that face too well, because the first time you saw him look like that was a kid. The whole time, Iwaizumi and Oikawa protected you. Not once did you ever see the two cry or falter. But one day, they got in trouble instead of you, and it was the first time you had seen Iwaizumi cry. At that point, you had seen Oikawa cry so much you could careless if he cried again. But even with those feelings in mind, you still held both of them with a smile, letting them cry on your shoulders. You never asked what happened, all you knew was you never wanted to see such hurt again in the eyes of the ones you love. You love Oikawa. You love Iwaizumi. That was fact and infinite.
Your heart had calmed down. It was easy. Because the memories flooded your mind. Iwaizumi’s words did nothing but trigger the start of it all for you. You love Iwaizumi. But that didn’t stop him from hurting you. Where the start of your heart ache happened.
Iwaizumi looked at your hair, noticing it had gotten longer. He noticed the few strands you had lighter than the others. They reminded him of your eyes, and he wanted to look at them. But something held him back. Your voice? Your cold touch?
“Then why, Hajime!?”
Your shrieks made Iwaizumi flinch. As you turned in Iwaizumi’s arms, you pushed him away. And now Iwaizumi understood. He understood the question once your eyes of anger were directed to him now.
“If you’re in love with me, why did you have sex with me then leave me the next morning!?”
Why wasn’t Iwaizumi saying anything now? Why did he look away, like he didn’t have an answer? He had to, because there was always a reason Iwaizumi did anything.
“Why are you so mad at Toruu for breaking me when you broke my heart first!?”
Your voice broke as each word came out. You felt your legs give out again, and you fell to your knees. You didn’t care anymore. Iwaizumi’s wordless efforts stood out to you more than ever now.
“How can you say you’re in love with me, if you can just break my heart like that, Hajime? How? When I love you?”
Your throat had gone dry, a lump the size of a volleyball blocking everything. It was like hands around your neck, strangling you with each word you spoke. You held a hand to your neck just to make sure you really weren’t choking. But when you saw Iwaizumi’s eyes widen slowly at your words, it was clear that this was real. All of this. Your neck felt the same, but the choking didn’t stop. The tears kept burning into your eyes and the skin they traveled over. This hurt. It was breaking you. Even worse, it was killing you.
“I’m in love with you, you big idiot. I’ve been in love with you, and you say you’re in love with me. Then why didn’t you stay?”
He’s known. Iwaizumi has known he broke you since he left you the morning after, and did nothing to fix it now. As he stood there and just listened to your cries, Iwaizumi stood, frozen with his guilt. He had nothing to say to you. He couldn’t.
“Why didn’t you stay with me!?”
He was in love with you, there was no doubt. Iwaizumi believed his whole existence was just for you. His love for you was all he’s known.
But he had no excuse for the broken heart he gave you.
Where’d you go? I miss you so, Seems like it’s been forever, That you’ve been gone.
My boyfriend, Derek, has been on and off of tours for months now. While, even though he visits and we spend his time off together, he spends more time on tour than with his family and I. His parents miss him, his sister misses him, the boys who don’t see him as much miss him. But, and not to be selfish, I feel like I miss him the most and always will. The months that he goes on tour feel like eternities, a feeling that I’ll never get used to as long as I’m with him.