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fics-of-my-mind · 5 years ago

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Trust - Chapter V.

'Did you always take care of your partners? Even if you were tired or drunk?' I asked, trying to get a read on him. I was sure that now, Nick Jonas was a selfless man, one that loved giving and that always made sure the sex was good for the other person as well. But maybe, when he was younger, it wasn't the case.

'Ever since I've had some experience of satisfying a woman, yes. Sex isn't just about one person usually, why would only one deserve to come?'

'Hmm,' I hummed, finishing my glass of wine. He didn't shoot down my question right away, so there was some hope that he'd answer the next one, one that I wanted to ask all day. Now that talking to him for more than an hour and the wine dissolved my inhibitions, I've felt brave. 'Nick?'

'Yes?'

'Did you touch yourself after our talk?' I blurted it out, instantly biting my bottom lip as I waited for his answer.

'Wow, bold Milla is definitely something else,' he chuckled. I stayed quiet, dying to know the answer. You see, if only I've touched myself, I was still just a fangirl fantasizing about a celebrity crush. If he also did it, this was something else. 'I did. Twice.'

Warnings: mature content, BDSM content Pairing: Nick Jonas / Other Female Character This fanfiction can also be found on Wattpad by fnntth

I don’t own Nick Jonas or any other recognizable characters. This fanfiction is completely fictional, its only purpose is entertainment.

Chapter V. - Just you in my imagination, yeah

Nick’s texts are bold

Milla’s texts are italic

did you do it?

I had to roll my eyes. I turned my phone facing down, deciding to ignore him and went back to cleaning the apartment.

As exciting and arousing as I've found our little exchange last night, I was also extremely embarrassed. While talking to Nick, I could almost totally let go of my inhibitions, but now, after a good night's sleep it was all back.

Last night was crazy, and I couldn't quite place it. I had no idea how we've gotten there, why Nick has made me open up to him more than to anyone before, or what was the point of it all. Was it just for fun? Was it to kill time? Why was Nick so invested in this whole thing, talking to me, making me trust him? He was married, why didn't he talk about the kinky stuff with his wife? Why me, a complete stranger?

Milla.

I groaned, when an hour later my phone buzzed with yet another text. Maybe I was imagining it, but I could feel the authority from the passive-aggressive text only containing my name and a dot. Why couldn't he just let the topic go?

Another thirty minutes later, after I've finished scrubbing my bathroom and looked at my phone again, there was another text waiting.

stop ignoring me!

He was like a child in some ways, stubborn and whiny, not appreciating being ignored. I was set on not answering to him but hoping he'd forget and let it go, but by the time the afternoon came, I started missing him, missing our daily texts about anything and everything.

Are you up?

He didn't answer for the next ten minutes, but I saw that he did read the next.

Now who's ignoring who?

just a little taste of your own medicine

Don't you think that's a bit childish?

you're the one that still hasn't answered my question

I sighed. I had two choices: either admitting that I did do it and engorging his ego, or lying about it, which he'd probably know anyway.

Can't we just move on from this topic?

'Fuck,' I groaned, frustrated with him.

Nick, please let it go.

why?

Because it's making me uncomfortable.

no, it isn't if it was, yesterday wouldn't have happened

I didn't answer, deciding to ignore him once again. I felt slightly less embarrassed thanks to us texting and not FaceTiming, but it still wasn't something I was perfectly comfortable talking about.

you just have a problem with letting go of your inhibitions

And you think this conversation is helping with that? Can't you just forget it?

I want to talk about it you want to talk about it too

No, I don't.

if you didn't, you would've just kept on ignoring me

I hated the fact that he was right. I didn't have to answer him, I don't have to answer him right now. I could just ignore him, it's not like he could do anything about it.

so, I'm gonna ask again did you touch yourself?

I bit my lip hard before answering.

I did.

good. I'll call you later

I let out the breath that I hadn't even noticed I was holding back. Then, in a moment I couldn't even recognize myself for actually looking forward of talking about this with him. Even though I still didn't think of myself as a prude, I couldn't just transform into someone who was totally open about her thoughts about sex. It took time.

And, really. If I had any idea of what this thing that was happening between us was, maybe it would've been easier to let go of those inhibitions.

I expected Nick's call around 10 or 11 my time, just like usually. Instead, he was already calling at 8, just as I was finishing up with my dinner.

'Hey,' I said, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I was doing the washing up.

'Hi,' he said, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as soon as hearing his voice. I've gotten used to it in the last few weeks.

'You're early,' I noted, closing the tap.

'I wanted to hear your voice,' he said.

'And you want to embarrass me some more,' I chuckled. I can't believe I was the one bringing up the topic. Maybe he was right, maybe I did want to talk about sex with him.

'My intention has never been to embarrass you, as much as I enjoy making you blush,' he replied cheekily. I chuckled.

'Sure, Nick.'

'You sound surprisingly relaxed,' he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice which made me smile.

'Yeah, you just have that effect on me I guess,' I shrugged, pouring myself a glass of wine and sitting down on the couch.

'Maybe I should just call you every time I want to know something, so we'd avoid the back and forth via texts.'

'Or, you should stop being so curious, so we'd avoid the back and forth via texts.'

'Can't help that I'm interested in what you do.' I could almost see him shrug. 'But I'll be nice and spare you from describing exactly what you did to yourself last night.'

He was cheeky as shit.

'But I'm guessing that you still want me to tell you something,' I stated, taking a sip of my glass of wine. I didn't mind that we were on the phone and not FaceTiming, but I really wanted to see his face, try to read his expressions.

'And what if I do?' he asked.

'Maybe I want you to tell me some things too.'

'Maybe I will. Once,' he replied. 'But first I want to know about you.' Of course he did. I sighed resignedly.

'And what do you want to know tonight, Mr. Jonas?'

'Basics,' he said, and even if that should've calmed my nerves, it didn't. Basics with Nick didn't really seem like basics with anyone else.

'Basics like...?' I asked hesitantly. I guess he wasn't curious about my favorite color.

'No, no, no,' he said chuckling. He was enjoying this. 'Tonight I don't feel like just cutting to the chase.'

'Then what do you feel like?' I asked, biting my bottom lip.

'Last night wasn't just a fantasy you came up with on the spot,' he stated.

'Well, no,' I said, already feeling the heat crawling up to my cheeks. 'I mean not in its entirety.'

'From where did the inspiration exactly come from?' Nick asked, and I couldn't get a read on him through the phone.

'Fanfictions mostly,' I shrugged. I've already told him that I've read fanfictions and he's known I was a fan from the first minute of our acquaintance.

'Fanfictions about me?' he asked cheekily.

'Well, partly,' I said. 'Truth is, you've been gone for years, not that many fanfictions were written about you. The hardcore fans turned to the One Direction fandom.'

'Ouch, that hurt.'

'It's the truth,' I shrugged. 'Most of the best smut I've ever read are about...'I realized that maybe I shouldn't overshare and stopped.

'Smut?' he asked, and I chuckled at his unknowingness.

'Fanfiction about sex,' I explained.

'And who was the main character of the best smutty fanfictions you've ever read?'

I dreaded this question. Telling him about one of my other male celebrity crushes... It was something I wasn't sure was a great idea. But knowing Nick, this wasn't something he was just going to let go.

'Harry Styles.'

'Who else?' he chuckled ironically.

'Hey, he was the pre-teens' new Nick Jonas when you decided to break the band up,' I shrugged. 'Have you ever read a fanfiction about yourself?' I asked, feeling like the conversation was free enough for me to ask something like this from him.

'No,' he chuckled. 'That's why I'm counting on you to share with me the best Nick Jonas fanfiction you've ever read.'

'You are not going to like the answer,' I said, biting my lip.

'Why?'

'Well, back in the days when the Jonas Brothers were a thing-'

'Hey, we are a thing now!'

'Yeah, but long-long years went by,' I said, chuckling at his interruption. 'So, back when I was a teen, I mostly read Joe fanfictions, which I barely even remember, so I can't really form an opinion about the best Nick Jonas fics.'

'Ouch,' he repeated.

'Hey, it's not my fault that teenage Joe was hotter than teenage Nick. You were the cute one, he was the sexy one,' I explained, knowing that this was making him irritated. He wanted to be the best.

'And what about now?' he asked smugly. 'I'm pretty sure that you don't read fanfictions about my brother anymore.'

'Are you now?' I chuckled at his smugness. He was right though. Most of the time. 'Lately I've had trouble finding really good fanfictions about you.'

'Why?'

'For the aforementioned reason. One Direction took your place,' I shrugged. 'Plus you're married now, it kinda' ruins the thing about hopeless fantasies that you'll just fall in love with a fan at a concert.'

'But you did read some,' he said, turning back to the original topic. I could sense the curiosity in his voice.

'Of course,' I replied. Before continuing, I've had to weigh my options of how I was going to tell this to him. 'You know, there are some fans with pretty crazy fantasies.'

'What do you mean by crazy?'

'Weeeeeell...' I bit my lip. 'I'm not sure you want to know this.'

'Oh I do, trust me.'

'You're so going to regret this,' I chuckled. 'Are you familiar with the phrase 'SLASH'?'

'Oh God, those are the ones I'm gay in, right?' he asked, and I could feel that he was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was a nice change, I was just sorry for not seeing his face.

'Yup,' I said, popping the 'P'. 'But there's more.'

'What? I'm a woman?'

'No,' I chuckled at his desperate voice. 'There are some fanfictions in which you're gay... for your brother,' I said, biting my lip and trying not to laugh, as I awaited his reaction to my words.

'Which one?' This was the only thing he's asked after about two minutes of silence.

'Does it really matter?' I chuckled. 'Joe.'

'And the best fanfiction you've ever read was about me and Joe, or you're just torturing me for no reason?'

'As nice as me torturing you for a change sounds,' I started, still laughing at his misery. 'I didn't tell you that just to make you miserable.'

'So it was about me and my brother,' he guessed.

'Well, yes and no. It was a fic about you and Joe being married–'

'Wait, how did that happen? How would that be possible?'

'No idea, don't ask,' I chuckled. 'The point was that somehow you two have gotten in a relationship with a woman.'

'Both of us?' he asked, starting to sound interested.

'Yeah,' I nodded, even though he couldn't see. 'First it was just Joe, then you got to know about it, and then it was both of you with her and with each other.'

'Ew,' he said, making me chuckle again.

'You were the one that wanted to know,' I shrugged.

'And that was the best fanfiction you've read lately?' he asked. 'Seriously? Because of the threesome?'

'No,' I replied. 'Because you were dominating both Joe and the girl in that fic. And it was extremely hot. I could find it for you if you want.'

'I'll pass,' he said instantly. 'You're so much dirtier than I'd ever have imagined. I love it,' he chuckled.

'Thanks, I guess,' I replied, blushing.

'You know, we are making progress,' he noted smugly. 'You didn't shoot me down when complementing your dirty mind. Yesterday you would've.'

'Don't tempt me,'

'So, how many guys have you've ever been with?' he asked, out of the blue, which mad me spit on my wine.

'Nicholas!'

'There it is,' Nick chuckled. 'But seriously. You know that I'll make you say it either way, so you might as well just tell me.'

The fact that he was saying it so casually, bade me both embarrassed and excited. We were past the point of modesty and shyness. Nick was right, I was sure that sooner or later he'd make me tell him.

'Four.' It wasn't much, and I didn't think it was too few either. I wasn't ashamed, nor embarrassed about my number. The fact that I was having this conversation with Nick was another thing.

'Four men?' he asked.

'Yes.'

'But that's not all, is that?' I had no idea how he got to know my thoughts, things about me that I've never told anyone. It was scary.

'Two girls,' I said, almost whispering. It was a crazy night with two friends, we were extremely drunk and curious. It wasn't anything other than experimenting. 'When I was eighteen or nineteen.'

'Dirty girl,' Nick chuckled. 'And when was the last time?' he asked, without missing a beat.

'The last time I was with a guy?'

'Yes.'

'It's been a while,' I replied, biting my bottom lip. Truth is, in the past years I've been much more concentrated on finishing school and building a career than on guys.

'How long?' he asked, definitely sounding interested in the answer.

'Years,' I admitted quietly, and he sighed.

'Fuck,' Nick groaned.

'What? Just because sex wasn't a priority...'

'If sex wasn't a priority for you, it means that you've never had great sex,' he stated.

'Well, maybe you're right,' I shrugged. 'I mean, most of my sexual encounters happened on drunken nights, so...'

'It also means that you must be extremely tight,' he added, making me choke on my wine again.

'If you want me to die choking on wine, you are on the right track.'

'Sorry,' he chuckled. His deep voice sent chills down my spine.

'No, you're not.'

'No, I'm not.'

I loved this conversation. It was playful, but still somehow dangerous, it was flowing so easily, and all my nerves were long gone. Not that I didn't still feel slightly embarrassed, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Somehow I found sharing these things with Nick essential. When he asked the questions, I wanted to answer them, I wanted him to know about me, I don't know why. I just felt safe talking to him.

I also wanted to know things about him, but I understood that I had to wait. He had much more to lose than me, if any if this shared information somehow got out – not that I wanted to sell him out. Also, it was clear that he wasn't sharing many things about his sexual preferences on purpose – this was just another way for him to establish his dominance. He liked control, and in order to be in control, he wanted to know things.

It would've been much easier to let go of wanting to know about his thoughts, if I had any idea about what this thing was between us. Why we were talking, why I was trusting him more than anyone in my life, how has this thing happened?

'So, you've never had good sex?' he asked, and I wasn't even blushing anymore.

'The sex itself was good a few times, when it was with someone I've had a crush on, but...' I started, biting my bottom lip. I wasn't embarrassed at the moment, I just didn't know how to exactly put this.

'But you've never had an orgasm?' he asked, catching on.

'Well, I had, but only during oral sex, never with...' I was searching for the word.

'Never through intercourse?' he asked, helping me out, his voice sounding a little surprised.

'No,' I replied, shaking my head and taking a sip of my wine. This was something I usually felt awkward about, even in my head. But, I mean, it was Nick... 'I read about it, they say that roughly 40% of women can't have vaginal orgasms. Maybe that's my case too.'

'Or,' he started slowly. I imagined him licking his lips, which made me shift in my place. 'You've just never had a partner that wasn't selfish. That wanted to make you come. That put your pleasure before theirs.'

'Yeah, that's usually the case with drunken hookups,' I shrugged. 'Did you always take care of your partners? Even if you were tired or drunk?' I asked, trying to get a read on him. I was sure that now, Nick Jonas was a selfless man, one that loved giving and that always made sure the sex was good for the other person as well. But maybe, when he was younger, it wasn't the case.

'Ever since I've had some experience of satisfying a woman, yes. Sex isn't just about one person usually, why would only one deserve to come?'

'Yes?'

'Did you touch yourself after our talk?' I blurted it out, instantly biting my bottom lip as I waited for his answer.

Oh. My. God.

The thought of imagining Nick touching himself to the little fantasy we've played yesterday made me instantly wet. I was excited, aroused, and I wanted details, though I was sure that Nick wouldn't just share them.

'You're not going to share anything else, are you?' I guessed.

'Nope,' he said, popping the 'P', and I could almost see the smirk on his face. 'I have to leave something to your imagination.'

Lucky for me, my imagination was pretty creative.

Author's Note:

The fanfiction mentioned in this chapter is Head Over Heels by zoeykulina on Wattpad. Check it out, it's worth it!

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itisannak · 5 years ago

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‘Cool’ by Jonas Brothers (Calum Hood Fluff)

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Summary: (Y/N) and Calum are in Miami for an award show. Inspired by 'Cool' by Jonas Brothers (Words: 2.2k)

"Morning, my love." I hear (Y/N) mumble, half asleep, still in my arms, face buried in my neck. I smile, still refusing to open my arms. We are tangled together, in a bed that is showered by sunlight, I feel her naked skin on my naked skin, so the person who dares make me get up from this bed will be dead by my own hands. "Morning, sweetheart." I pull her waist closer to mine, wanting to feel her more on me. I hold her to my body, her softness making me feel complete and mellow. Even at the moments when the world seems to be on 1000 miles per hour, she seems to make everything slow down and make sense. "We need breakfast..." She yawns, kissing my neck. I hum in agreement, bringing my hand in her hair. "We will get room service in a bit, love." I reply, feeling her silky locks on my fingertips. "I want pancakes with chocolate. And coffee. And strawberries with whipped cream." She states, her lips grazing my skin with every word that comes out of them. "Hungry much?" I ask her with a chuckle. "You worked me up pretty well last night. I need food." She replies, crawling up and bringing her face to mine. "Well then, you'll get whatever you ask for, my love." I reply, placing my hand on her face. She hums happily and smiles, leaning down to kiss my lips in the softest manner. "Order the food, baby. I am famished." She whispers and I nod. "Famished? Aren't you just being a drama queen?" I ask her and cocks an eyebrow. "Shut up and get me my food." She shakes her head chuckling as she pushes herself off the bed. "Where are you going?" I ask her, grabbing her wrist. "I need a shower. And my food better be here by the time I am out of there." She replies, giggling softly. "Harsh demands..." I mumble, letting her go. "That's why you adore me." She replies, walking to the bathroom and swaying her hips all the way there, her bare body becoming a fucking temptation.

I have the room service set up the breakfast in our balcony, deciding to start our day there. I light up a cigarette while waiting for (Y/N) to be done with her shower, enjoying the view of Miami Beach from the balcony. She walks out in the balcony with a towel wrapped around her body, hair still wet and sticking on her body. "Looks so good." She moans, picking up a strawberry before she sits down. I stare at her, smiling at the sight before me. Her lips look so good as she wraps them around the strawberry taking a big bite out of it. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking as well. But not about the food." I reply and she smiles mischievously. "Eat up. You will need the calories today..." She passes me the plate of pancakes. "What time are you having the hair appointment?" I ask her. "3:30. The girls and I have booked a suite to get ready for the awards together. Booze, treats, ladies' time, so we can look pretty when our men win their fucking awards..." She replies, cheering for me. "If we win..." I remind her and she scoffs. "When you win. All this hard work last year will be recognized at last." She encourages me, picking up another strawberry.

"Looks good?" I ask Michael as I fix the buttons of my blazer. "Too good, mate. (Y/N) might get ideas..." He pats my shoulder, laughing lightly. "Ideas?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows together. "You know..." He says, pointing at the ring on his ring finger. "Well, she wouldn't be getting ideas I haven't been having already." I reply, making him look at me shocked. "You planning to?" He asks. "Since day 2. When I woke up next to her feeling like starring in an old Hollywood romantic movie." I reply, smiling at him. "No fucking way... Anytime soon?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow. "No... And yes..." I shrug, walking away from him.

The limo drives us to the venue of the award show. Just us though, the ladies took a different car, so the band can do some press first before we get completely stupefied by our women. All I can think now is (Y/N) and how good she is going to look, how she is going to be the prettiest girl in the room... I barely say a word during the interviews, looking in the crowd to find (Y/N). And when I see her, walking towards me, wearing her amazing red slip dress, looking like she could give every top model a run for their money, I leave everyone behind me, walk to her fast to get with her without spending more time being away from her. "Fuck me... You look stunning..." I breathe out, scanning her figure. "You like it?" She asks, grinning at me. "Are you kidding me? I can't even speak right now... I can't take my eyes off of you..." I gasp, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Took a lot of money and a lot of time to look this good." She states, her little giggle sounding like music to my ears. "Worth every penny. But let me tell you a secret, my love. You don't need all of that to take my breath away..." I whisper in her ear, placing my hand on her lower back as we walk back to the interviewer.

"And now we know why Calum has been quiet this whole time. (Y/N), you look AMAZING." The interviewer says cheerfully. (Y/N) turns red, smiling brightly at the compliment. "Thank you so much. You look really good as well." She compliments her back. "Is she always that sweet, Cal?" She asks me and I chuckle. "Oh man, she is such a hypeman... Everything I do, she makes it seem huge and celebration-worthy. She is my cheerleader, 24/7." I reply, tangling my fingers with hers. "Well, you must have been celebrating a lot this year, cause it seems like it has been your greatest year this far." The woman states and I hum. "It does, right? There are so many things going on, so much success and recognition for which I am thankful. And a lot of this happiness I seem to be on lately is due to (Y/N)... She makes me feel cool, but at the same time, she keeps me grounded so all of that high doesn't get to my head and makes me arrogant. Plus, she is my muse, so my success is her success as well." I state and (Y/N) chuckles. "You've written songs for her? How cute..." She coos. "Every single song is about me. I get to wake up next to him and find him scribbling on paper and when I ask him what he is doing, he always replies he had an idea while we were sleeping. And then a couple of days later he comes home with a demo and tells me to listen to it. And every time, he outdoes himself and writes an even better song than the last time. He is the greatest songwriter, I am telling you." (Y/N) chimes in, making my heart flutter as I listen to her talking about me. "There, right there. I told you she is my hypeman..." I chuckle and press my lips on her temple. "Well, when the muse looks that good, he has to do great..." The interviewer compliments her again, and she leans her head on my shoulder. "He was doing great before I even came around." (Y/N) replies, rubbing her thumb over my hand. "You guys are the coolest couple..." She coos and goes back to Luke, asking him about the new album. I look at (Y/N), finding her presence comforting, helping me take the edge of this interview.

Once we are done, we move to take our arranged seats. I don't let go of her hand for even a second, making sure to leave a peck on the back of it every few minutes. "You are nervous." She states, bringing her free hand to touch my arm. "I am not." I chuckle. "Yeah, you are. Baby, you have at least one award in your pocket. No one does this better than you. You don't need to worry." She assures me, bringing our hands up and pressing a kiss on my knuckles, just above my rings. "Darling, I have nothing to be nervous about. I am here, nominated, wearing these designer clothes. And you are here, next to me, looking like a damn queen with this red dress on, sharing this once of a lifetime experience with me. I have already won. And you are the only thing I need to feel like a winner." I state, turning to look at her. She purses her lips together, nodding her head. "Make sure to say that on your winning speech..." She replies, stepping in front of me and standing on her toes to kiss me softly. "Let's go to our seats." I murmur, even though I really wish I could just stay in this spot and make out with her.

(Y/N) seems to be more nervous than any of us as we wait for our nominations to roll in. She is bouncing her leg, biting on her acrylics, and twisting one of the rings on her fingers. I place my hand on her thigh, making her look at me and smile at her. "Win or lose, I still got you. And that's all I care." I whisper, kissing the spot under her ear. "You deserve this. The 4 of you do. But you, as an individual, deserve this the most. Those past few years were crazy for you, and you pushed through that like a rock star, cause that's exactly what you are. And if these people don't give you that award, they are going to catch these hands." She threatens, making me laugh and shake my head. "They should feel afraid..." I whisper, smiling at how fierce she is.

(Y/N) squeezes on my hand as they are about to announce the winner for album of the year. This is our last nomination, last chance for walking out of here with an award. I can hear her mumbling 'I love you' over and over again like it is some kind of prayer. "And the winner is... Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer. Congratulations." The announcer says on the mic, just as the chorus of Youngblood starts playing through the speakers. (Y/N) shrieks as we stand up to get on stage. I hug the guys, thanking them for being together in this before I turn to (Y/N). The guys walk ahead, but I stop for a moment, looking at (Y/N) who is already crying. I pull her in for a kiss, pretending that there is just us in the room, and she looks gorgeous in her dress and that there is not a soul looking at us. "Go get that award. Go, go..." She pushes me away, smiling at me and blowing me a kiss. I join the rest of the guys and we walk on stage as everyone applauds us. I just look at (Y/N), who looks so happy that my heart wants to burst.

We take turns saying our thank you's, thanking our producers and parents, and fans. I am the last to be handed the microphone, so I have enough time to make up a small speech. "First of all, I want to thank these guys, Ashton, Michael, Luke, for this journey. They are more than bandmates, they are more than friends, at this point they are my family... I want to thank our fans, for loving us and loving this album. Oh God, of course, my parents, for letting me pursue my dream and being so proud of me. And last but not least, I want to thank my beautiful girl, this amazing woman who seems to be more excited and happy for this award than anyone else. Damn it, I love my life right now. Thank you." I only look at her, taking in her face lighting up with happiness.

People cheer for us as we get off the stage, probably beaming with happiness. "I told you that you'd win this thing." (Y/N) whispers as we go back to our seats, smiling so much that her face will be in pain in a bit. "I think they got scared you would beat their ass if we didn't get the award." I reply and she hums. "They saved themselves by the skin of their teeth..." She says, cocking an eyebrow. "I really wanna marry you... I really do. So on the next award, I get I can say 'I thank my incredible wife'. Because calling you my wife is a dream." I whisper, causing (Y/N) to chuckle softly. "Are you proposing to me right now?" She asks and I shake my head no. "Not right now. I am just telling you my plan..." I reply, tilting her chin up and pressing my lips on hers. "I like this plan... A lot..." She whispers, rubbing her nose on mine. "Good."

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jising-jisang-jisung · 6 years ago

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I Believe | Park Jisung

Genre: floof, little smidge of angst

Word count: 2k

A/n: another part of the jb song series that I really liked writing!! I hope yall like it even tho it is a tad rushed and maybe corny 😔✊

Based off this jonas brothers song

You stood outside the door to the dorm of the boy you liked. He had asked you to come over and study with him for your chemistry exam. Finally, you worked up the courage to knock, but as you raised your fist, the door opened revealing a shorter boy with dyed orange hair. He exclaimed in an unhumanly loud voice, "Jisungie! Your girlfriend is here!"

You were quick to correct him, "I'm not actually his girlfriend." Your voice only came out in a whisper as the boy looked you up and down.

"I know that. I just like to tease him. Hi! I'm Chenle!"

"Nice to meet you. I'm y/n." You were able to project your voice this time, just enough to be audible for the orange haired kid.

"Aish, Chenle, quit bothering y/n! We are here to study, not talk to you. And don't you need to get to your class?" Jisung piped up from behind Chenle.

"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me. See you again, y/n!" And with the last statement, he added a wink.

Jisung welcomed you into his dorm, pulling out his chemistry notes and books. You two studied for a while, laughing at the dumb mistakes you both made in each problem. "Jisung, you're so stupid. Glucose is C6H12O6."

"I know that. I'm just testing you to make sure you know that."

This went on like that for a while, Jisung's face slowly growing more flushed by each passing second. You're not sure when you got into the current situation or how. You're sitting on the couch next to Jisung, watching a drama. He was so focused on the show. You noticed the small pout on his lips and the small freckle just outside of them that enhanced the cuteness tenfold. You didn't realize how long you had been staring at him until he turned to face you. "Y/n, it makes me really nervous when you look at me like that," he admits.

"Oh, uh-" you stuttered, trying to explain yourself, but in the end, all you could squeak out was a small, "sorry."

"How would you feel if a really pretty girl kept looking at you?" He puts his hand to his mouth, mentally cursing himself for calling you pretty.

"Pretty?" You nervous laugh. "Sorry, it's just, I think you're really handsome." You're pretty sure that you just died saying that.

Jisung's face had never been redder in his life. He kept opening his mouth to speak but couldn't get out a sound. How is it that you fell for a boy who is shyer than you? Probably because he is really cute and sweet and one time you heard his laugh in chemistry class and it was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. "I like you!" You burst out, unable to contain your thoughts any longer. Ordinarily you were a very pensive person, carefully calculating everything you say and do. You don't know what compelled you to blurt out this confession in the spur of the moment. Perhaps it was the look on the boy's face sitting next to you.

He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes before turning to you. "I like you too. A lot actually."

"Finally!" You hear a familiar, loud voice announce from behind you.

"Chenle?! How long have you been sitting there?"

"Since you were staring at y/n before she was staring at you. It took you guys a lot longer than I expected to finally confess."

"And that means you owe me 10 bucks," another boy calls out from behind Chenle.

"Are they all here?" Jisung asks timidly.

"Yep!" Yet another boy confirms.

~that was how you scored Jisung as your boyfriend~

By now you've gotten to know almost all of Jisung's friends. They have an interesting relationship because there are several that are just older than him, but then older boys who act as parental figures. So far you've only been introduced to his peers. You don't know if you'll ever understand how it all works. Nevertheless, you befriend some of them as well.

Dolphin Lele: hey y/n! Wanna go get ice cream?

You: ofc! I'm already omw

Often times this makes Jisung a little jealous which is just a plus. He always looks extra adorable when he has his jealous pout.

"Y/nnnnnn," he dragged out your name cutely. "Why do always hang out with Chenle without me?"

"Sorry, Jisungie, we just went to get ice cream. Here!" You pecked him on the lips, effectively transferring some of the flavor of the treat you had earlier.

"Hmmm. Okay! I forgive you!" His smile made you feel so warm like nothing else could. Though, you were still to shy to tell him any of that yet.

You stood outside Jisung's dorm after he texted you to come over. From inside you could hear the voice of someone scolding him. "Jisung, don't you think you're a little young to be in a serious relationship like this?"

"I know I'm young, hyung, but that doesn't make my love any less strong," Jisung defended.

"You don't even know what love is! Just forget about y/n and focus on your work, okay?"

You had leaned up against the door to listen when you noticed the talking stopped. You jolted forward, uncontrollably as the door was swung open. "You must be y/n," the voice said. "You should really stop distracting Jisung from his job. He has work to do you know. You guys are too young to fully understand emotions anyway, so give it a rest will you?" The tall man smiled down at you in a belittling manner. He walked past you, revealing a watery eyed Jisung standing still, his only movements being the rise and fall of breathing. You could tell he was trying his best not to get upset. Tears began to well up in your eyes too. You were the cause of Jisung's scolding. Before he could see you, you took off out of the dorm as fast as your little legs could carry you. Through your blurry vision, you took out your phone to text him but ran into someone first. "Sorry, I wasn't looking."

"Y/n?" You heard Chenle's voice. "What's wrong?"

"Tell Jisung it's over. I'm leaving." The words were so painful to say. Your heart was being torn apart. If you continued to see the boy, he would continue to receive backlash from his hyungs, but it also killed you to leave him.

"What?! Y/n, what do you mean?" Chenle turned to go after you, but you were already gone.

[5:37 pm]

Baby chick 💚: y/n, where are you? Chenle just told me something's wrong.

[read 5:38 pm]

Baby Chick 💚: y/n pls respond!! I need to know you are okay TT

You: I'm safe if that's what you mean. You shouldn't contact me anymore. I'm sorry.

With that, you blocked Jisung's number. You sat alone in your dark room, all the shades closed to further enhance your sad vibes. You even went as far as to turn on your sad hours playlist and wrapped yourself in a fluffy comforter on your bed. That was the last thing you remember before you cried yourself to sleep that night.

You woke up to the nonstop noise coming from your phone. 23 missed texts from Jaemin, 11 missed calls from Chenle, and 7 missed texts from Renjun. That's when you realized you forgot to block all of Jisung's friends' numbers to. Oh well, there's nothing you can do about that now.

You slowly got out of bed and shuffled to your kitchen in search of some comfort food. Moving unhumanly slow, you found a carton of Jisung's favorite ice cream. You put it back in the freezer and settled for some shredded cheese.

You were most of the way back up to your room when you heard a knock at your door. However, you decided not to answer it. For some reason, you weren't particularly in the mood to talk to anyone. But the knocks didn't stop.

"Y/N! YOU BETTER OPEN YOUR DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BUST IT DOWN!!" Chenle's loud voice rang through your home. "I'M GONNA COUNT TO 3!" he added. "1!" You really didn't plan on moving from where you were until... "2!" you realized the door wasn't locked. "Th-"

And before Chenle could finish, Jaemin walked right in. "Thank you for that Lele, but the door was not locked." You felt a tinge of pity for Chenle because his heart was so big but he was also kinda dense. "Y/n, come on. We have somewhere to go."

"I'm not going anywhere. You guys should leave," you retorted, somewhat harshly.

"Then, please just answer your texts from Jisung."

"I can't," your voice was weak again. Much more faint than when you first met the boys because now it was almost pathetic.

"Well, then we'll have to take you."

"What?!"

Behind Jaemin followed some of Jisung's other friends, Renjun and Jeno. They each grabbed your arms, gently pulling you. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You can't just kidnap me!" But the boys didn't let up at your protest. "Fine. I'll go," you huff. "But at least let me get changed out of my pjs first."

"No. Why are you guys taking me to the dorm? I don't want to see him."

"Cmon y/n," Chenle pleads. "He is not talking to any of us. He won't even leave his room."

Hearing about the boy you love's condition just makes you feel even worse. Nonetheless, you couldn't just abandon him. "Okay. I'll try to talk to him. But just so you know, if he gets more hurt by this, I will never talk to any of you again." You threaten the group, but none of them seem the slightest bit worried.

You knock quietly on his door. When there was no response, you weren't even sure he'd heard you. So, you knocked again only slightly louder.

"I already told you, Jaemin, go away. I'm not coming out right now." Despite his angry tone, you could hear the sadness in his voice.

"It's not Jaemin," you manage to whisper out. The door opened immediately to reveal a disheveled Jisung with puffy eyes.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? I-" he was cut off by you hugging him.

"I'm so sorry, Jisung. I saw you get yelled at and I even got told off, myself, and I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving you but now i realize that all I did was hurt you and-" it was his turn to cut you off. He kissed you softly as tears fell down both of your faces.

"It doesn't matter anymore, now I got you here with me. Nothing matters any longer, now I got you here with me."

"Still, you got in trouble because of me."

"Don't worry. Johnny didn't bother me."

"Don't try to be cool, Jisung, I saw you almost cry afterwards." You heard him gulp loudly. "So why didn't you listen to him?"

"'Cause you show me something I can't live without." He whispered in hushed tones, "I love you."

"I love you too," you choked out between sobs. "But what will the others say."

"Yeah, I know what they say, and that's fine. 'Cause I'm here to stay, through the good and the bad times."

People call you crazy and say you're moving too fast but none of that matters to you two. Who cares if youre still teenagers? You still love each other with all your hearts. And if someday you do fall apart, such is life. But for now, anyway, all you need is Jisung by your side and vice versa.

#nct #nct dream #park jisung #jisung park #jisung #nct jisung #jisung fluff #park jisung imagines #jisung imagines #park jisung fluff #park jisung angst #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #jb song series #master tag

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saxonspud · 5 years ago

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Kidnapped - Chapter 2

“Three days McKenzie! Two hundred thousand, or you’ll never see your daughter again.”

These words echoed in your mind, as Dutch carried you towards the front door.

You’d stopped struggling, but you were still crying.

You felt dirty, the way his hand had stroked your face, the way his thumbs had rubbed up and down on the back of your neck.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” Dutch soothed, “three days and it’ll all be over.”

Panic raced through your mind, what if your father didn't have the money, or what if he decided not to pay. These men, these kidnappers would like as not kill you. They’d already told your father that if he didn't pay, he’d never see you again!

Dutch waiting by the front door, for Arthur and John.

John appeared first, with a bag in his hand.

“How’s he gonna get us the money if he’s tied up?” John asked.

Dutch rolled his eyes, “a house this size doesn’t clean itself. The maids will find them in the morning! Now stash that bag on your horse.”

John headed out the front door, just as Arthur emerged from one of the downstairs rooms.

“How d’ya get on, son?” Dutch asked.

Arthur nodded, “pretty good, ten thousand in the safe. If that's his loose change, the two hundred thousand shouldn’t be a problem!”

Dutch nodded, “good, c’mon lets get outta here.”

As Dutch carried you out the front door, you realised that this would probably be your only opportunity to get help.

“Help! Please, somebody...” You screamed at the top of your voice, but your scream was cut short, when Dutch’s hand clamped over your mouth.

Not to be silenced, you tried to bite his hand.

“Fuck!” he hissed, “you little...” he didn't finish the sentence, biting his tongue.

Dutch put his hand around your throat, enough pressure to silence you, and frighten you a little.

“Now that wasn’t very polite, was it!” he growled.

Arthur walked beside him and pulled out a bandanna.

“You want me to do the honours?” he smirked.

Dutch nodded, as Arthur tied the bandanna over your mouth.

You tried to scream, but it just came out as muffled grunt.

“Now young lady, you better behave yourself,” Dutch growled, as he walked towards the front gate.

Javier looked at you and grinned, “furiosa chica bonita!”

You couldn’t understand what he said, but you carried on trying to scream through the gag.

Dutch laid you over the front of the saddle, the mounted up. Before he had a chance to push his horse on, you started to kick with your legs, still trying to scream through the gag.

The Count, Dutch’s horse, started to prance and whinny.

“Enough! Dutch yelled, and swatted you on the backside three times with the flat of his hand.

You squealed through the gag, then started to cry.

“Listen to me Emmeline,” he growled, “we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. I can assure you, you won’t want to do it the hard way!”

Dutch pushed his horse on, as you whimpered, through the gag. The other men followed closely behind, as they left the city, and your family home behind them.

You had no idea where you were going, and even less idea how you would be treated. The ride to wherever they were taking you, was not the most comfortable one for you. Your screams, turned to sobs, and then into whimpers.

You wondered if you’d been a little less rebellious when you left the house, whether the trip would have been made more comfortable.

It was very unlike you to be quite so unruly. You were usually very meek. But then it wasn't everyday you got kidnapped, tied up, and in fear for your life.

When you finally arrived at your destination, Dutch dismounted, but didn't lift you immediately from his horse.

“Arthur, take her upstairs and put her in one of the bedrooms. One with a bed,” Dutch ordered.

You were lifted off the back of the horse, and tossed over Arthur's shoulder.

From what you could see, it was a big plantation house. It was certainly nowhere near St. Denis. Any hopes of being rescued, completely disappeared as Arthur carried you into the house.

Dutch took your bag of clothes from John’s horse, and headed towards the house. He was quickly intercepted by Hosea.

“What have you done now?” he questioned, rolling his eyes.

Dutch smiled, “that Hosea, is our ticket out of here. That is Jonas McKenzie’s daughter. In his infinite stupidity, he decided to sell his daughters hand in marriage to our friend Leviticus Cornwall for a twenty percent stake in Cornwall Kerosene and Tar!”

Hosea frowned, “and there was me thinking slavery had been made illegal. So what's the plan?”

Dutch chuckled, “three days from now, McKenzie will be paying us two hundred thousand dollars to get his daughter back!”

“Are you sure he has that much?” Hosea queried.

Dutch rolled his eyes, “of course he has. Why do you think he wants those shares? Its so he can buy more, and have a controlling interest in Cornwall’s company. He had ten thousand in loose change in his safe!”

Hosea nodded. Although he still wasn’t happy about kidnapping a young girl.

“Poor kid, how old is she? Doesn’t seem right her being married off to that old bastard, he’s old enough to be her grandfather!” Hosea huffed.

Dutch nodded, “Seventeen, according to the information Josiah provided, and his information is generally good. Everything else was, including the lack of security.”

Hosea shook his head, “so the poor girl still gets offloaded onto Cornwall, once we get the money.”

Dutch hummed, “maybe, but that’ll be up to her. If she wants to go back in three days, she can. If not...In the meantime, I’ll let our little guest know the house rules!”

The room that Arthur took you into was lit by a couple of lanterns. As Arthur dropped you onto the bed, you whimpered. The ride from St. Denis had taken most of the fight out of you. That and the fact that you were wearing next to nothing, and your bottom was still stinging, from the swats you had received.

Arthur did kind of feel sorry for you, you hadn't asked to be kidnapped.

“Just try and behave kid, it’ll go better for you, if you do,” he advised.

He walked away from the bed, and headed towards the door.

You made a noise through the gag, hoping he would take it off. He didn’t he just quickly glanced over his shoulder, before leaving the room.

You laid there on the bed, all resistance and fight had gone. Being kidnapped by outlaws was bad enough, but learning that your father was intending to marry you off for money, was the last straw.

As the door opened, your heart began to race faster.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and you felt now that it had been a mistake to try and bite your captors hand, and kick his horse.

You closed your eyes. If he was going to kill you, you just hoped it would be quick.

“Emmeline? Are you going to behave?” Dutch asked.

You just lay on the bed, tears trickling down your cheeks.

You closed your eyes, as you felt him sit on the edge of the bed.

Dutch started to untie the bandanna at the back of your head, then gently pulled it from around your mouth.

“Emmeline, look at me?” you opened your eyes, and looked at him for a second. More tears flooded out of your eyes, so you turned your head and buried your face back into the blanket that covered the bed, and started to cry.

Dutch pulled his knife out, and cut the ropes which bound your wrists.

“C’mon sweetheart, sit up,” he soothed.

You pushed yourself up, so that you were sitting on the bed.

“Show me your wrists,” he ordered.

You held them out, not looking at him.

Dutch rubbed his thumbs across where the ropes had been.

“There,” he soothed, “no harm done,”

Dutch hesitated, before he spoke, “Emmeline? Look at me?”

You didn't move, you didn't want to look at anyone, you just wanted to be left alone.

Dutch put his fingers under your chin, and tilted it up.

“Emmeline, are you going to behave?” he asked sternly.

You nodded, gently.

Dutch shook his head, “No Emmeline, I need to hear you say it!”

You glanced at him, for a split second, “yes sir,” you whispered.

Dutch cupped his hand on your jaw, and stroked your face with his thumb.

“Good girl, now talk to me Emmeline, what's the matter?”

“I...I” you stuttered.

Dutch swept a strand of hair behind your ear, “take your time, I know this is all a bit strange, but there's something else bothering you, isn't there?”

You nodded, “I...I want to go home...but...” you hesitated.

Dutch sighed, “Well to start with, you cant go home, not yet. You have to stay here for a few days. While your here, you have to do as I tell you, is that clear?”

You lifted your head, and looked at him, “did you tell the truth?” you asked.

Dutch frowned, “the truth, which particular truth are you talking about?”

“Is...is Daddy really selling me off,” you stifled a sob, “I...I thought he loved me.”

Dutch thought for a moment, how was he supposed to tell and innocent young girl, that her father, had in fact sold her off for some shares in a business.

“Come here a minute, Emmeline. Sit next to me.” he urged.

You scooted across the bed, and sat next to him. Dutch put his arm around you, and gently rubbed your back, “I’m sure your daddy loves you, in his own way...but he loves money and power more. When your daddy pays us. If you go back, then he’ll still marry you off to that old oilman. He’s not a good man. He cares about money and power, more than your happiness.”

You let out a sob, and tears began to fall again.

“Now Emmeline, I need you to listen to me, and listen real good. We don't just randomly go around kidnapping young women, like yourself. That ain’t my style.”

Dutch gently stroked your face, “A pretty girl like you, could have any man she wanted. You shouldn’t be marrying a sour old weasel like Leviticus Cornwall!”

You frowned, “I don’t understand, what do you mean?”

Dutch pressed his lips to your forehead. “You’ve had a long and stressful day, go to bed, and I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.”

You pouted, “No...Please, you have to tell me now!”

“Emmeline! What did we say about behaving? Do you want a repeat of what happened when you upset my horse?” Dutch warned.

You shook your head, “no sir.”

“Exactly, when I tell you to do something, you do it. If you don't, there will be consequences, do you understand?”

“yes sir, I’m sorry.”

Dutch softened his voice, “good girl, now hop into bed.”

Dutch removed his hand from your back, and you crawled up the bed, and climbed under the covers.

He stood up, and sat on the edge of the bed, next to you.

“Lay down.”

You slid under the covers, and laid your head on the pillow.

“Letting you do as you liked, with no consequences, didn't mean your daddy loved you, Emmeline. Now be a good girl and go to sleep,” Dutch scolded.

You looked at him, “can I ask you a question?”

Dutch rolled his eyes, “quickly then!”

“Who are you, how do you know my daddy?”

Dutch chuckled, “that's two questions, but I’ll answer one of them. My name is Dutch Van Der Linde.”

You gasped, “I read about you in the paper, you killed someone!”

“I’ve killed a lot of people, Emmeline, but your safer with me than with a lot of people I know!”

“Are you...Are you gonna kill my daddy?”

Dutch leaned over and kissed you on the forehead.

“Enough questions Emmeline. Time for you to go to sleep,” he whispered.

You watched as he walked towards the door. He didn't look around when he opened it, but he sensed you were looking at him

“Emmeline, I’m coming back in ten minutes, and if your not asleep, your gonna wish that you were!” he scolded.

You quickly closed your eyes, as you heard him chuckle on the other side of the door.

#rdr2 fanfic #original female character #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #arthur morgan

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 5 years ago

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Evak Fics - Soulmates AU

The Soulmates au list. Plus an extra Jokael fic. WIPs are at the end. Under a read more:

***** SOULMATES *****

We can be soulmates by sleepinggiant (SERIES, 2 fics) - After you meet your soulmate, marks that appear on their skin appear on your skin too.

Life is a beautiful thing by skampanda (524 words) - They didn't just survive through life, they lived it. They had so much passion and excitement in their lives. They had each other.

in every universe by queerness (632 words) - The first time your soulmate touches you, a handprint stays there for the rest of your life

Handsome Mystery Boy by waitineedaname (1.3k words) - You need to know your soulmate's name before it can appear on your arm. Coffee shop au.

New Year's Minute by killercatchy (1.5k words) - Alternate universe where you have a timestamp of when you’ll meet your soulmate. The first minute of every year, you spend in your soulmates body.

Show me your true colors by NikiNixie (1.5k words) - A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns into millions of colors once they do.

du er ikke alene by TheGhostOfMe (1.9k words) - soulmate tattoo

you've been scared of love (and what it did to you) by voidskam (1.9k words) - you're born with a specific eye color, but when you meet your soulmate, both your eyes change into a beautiful color that show you have found your soulmate.

In another life, my dear, by HeartbeatsAreMySymphony (2k words) - countdown to when you meet your soulmate appear on your wrist. a twist on the soulmate trope. warning: it's pretty angsty.

spend more time with you by hippopotamus (2.1k words) - isak accidentally freezes time trying to prove even wrong about his ability to reverse it.

seen it all in paper dreams by hippopotamus (2.2k words) - soulmate au where your world turns colourful when you hear your soulmate's voice

When I Kiss Your Soul by jinglebin (2.5k words) - Even's soulmate wasn't who he had expected or hoped it would be. Your soulmate's name appears on your wrist when you think of them. Enemies to lovers.

In This Universe and the Next by bettertoflee (2.5k words) - For the longest time, Isak avoided looking at the name that appeared on his underarm

Real Eyes by SuddenTempest (2.9k words) - au where your right eye is your own natural eye colour but your left is the colour of your soulmate's. It is only once that you meet and recognize your own eye staring back at you that your eyes change to match.

keeping me close to you by alotofphandoms (2.9k words) - Isak and Even are soulmates with shared skin. Any mark made on them shows up on the other.

something lonesome, something so wholesome by hippopotamus (3.2k words) - au where there's a tattoo on your skin that can move around, and when you find your soulmate it can move onto them too. They are animal tattoos!

the threads that bind us by everythingislove (straykid) (3.3k words) - The silver thread appears on his third birthday, tied perfectly around his wrist. He doesn’t remember much about the moment apart from his mother’s tears, and the way his father’s eyes screamed ‘disappointment.’

Of Ocean and Sky by RamblingWithFantasy (3.5k words) - An ancient legend says that the islanders will find their soulmates for the first time on the way back home, someday.

the red thread by thekardemomme (3.5k words) - every time you lie to your soulmate it shows up on their skin. 5+1 things

The clock is ticking by writtenpeach (3.6k words) - A story about how Isak fell into the arms of his soulmate. Countdown to meeting your soulmate.

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscope (4.1k words) - Tattoo of the first words you hear from your soulmate. Unfortunately for Isak, his soulmate spoils Star Wars for him.

do right by you by puddingandpie (4.6k words) - an au where you swap bodies with your soulmate

Some of it is transcendental, some of it is just really dumb by r0nj4 (4.9k words) - It’s a place he’s been before, except he knows that it’s not. It’s a rush of endorphins and electricity and bright lights. “Do you think it’s happening?” Jonas asks.

(oh damn) never seen that colour blue by colazitron (4.9k words) - Isak has soulmarks. Lots of them. They are like freckles and they glow.

Shall I Find No Other by ultimatelawrence (5.4k words) - Everyone is born with a compass on their body, inked into their skin and commonly on their inner left arm. Instead of pointing to north, the needle on the compass points in the direction of your true soulmate.

The Imaginative Friend Syndrome by wyoheartsmusic (5.6k words) - Five times Isak and Even communicate in their heads and one time they communicate in person

i always knew by GayaIsANerd (5.7k words) - au where you get dreams of what your soulmate is experiencing.

let's not waste it feeling wrong by prettyisak (6.9k words) - Instead of your soulmate's first words to you written on your skin, it's the last words you ever hear them say, so you don't know who your soulmate is until you lose them. Warning: Angsty. Please read the tags.

flickered in my mind for only you by shadeandadidas (8.2k words) - But even the lonely nights hearing his mom cry for his dad couldn’t stop Isak from tracing the words (looped, like maybe his soul mate was an artist or a writer) etched permanently onto his skin.

Is This Our Time? by Evakkk (9.9k words) - This is a world where everyone is born with an indistinguishable soulmate mark... it only changes into something recognizable, once you have physical contact with your soulmate, and it's always something meaningful to the relationship. Both partners will bear the same mark. Isak is about to turn 18... and he's the only one in his friend group who still hasn't found their soulmate. But what happens when he goes out one night, gets drunk... and wakes up with his soulmate mark?

undisclosed desires in your heart by owilde (10k words) - It would be just a massive joke if Isak somehow ended up having a soulmate. He doesn't even want one, not really. It's silly. If Isak wants to date someone, he can find a girlfriend on his own, thank you very much.

our souls aren't strangers by everythingislove (straykid) (10k words) - The six times Isak and Even can't get it together, and the one time they already are. Or a childhood friends and soulmates au

Isak and Even: everything at once by imissedyourskin (10k words) - “yes. I used to see in black and white. Your dad used to see in colour. And then we met each other and we saw everything at once. It made me see colour and made your dad see black and white. That is what happens when you meet your soulmate.”

A Winter Dream by flyingonthewind (11k words) - Set in a world where soulmates are found by the touch of skin, Isak navigates life alone. At least he did until some drunk guy spilled beer all over him on the tram.

Love Is The Drug For Me by mccolfer (12k words) - The soulmate mark system is one that is full of flaws and uncertainty. Sure, most of the time you and your soulmate had each other's names and you'd meet and fall in love and be together forever. But sometimes the marks aren't mutual. Sometimes the name on your wrist is so common that you don't know who your soulmate is. Sometimes you don't fall in love with your soulmate, rather they're just your best friend. It's not always as clear cut as it's supposed to be.

In this universe, in different times. by Bewa (12.9k words) - When two souls are separated by the Big Bang, they will forever search for the other until they finally are reunited.

Taraxacum by GayaIsANerd (15k words) - Isak would never say this out loud, but he’s a hopeless romantic. His mother told him stories about the soulbond, how everyone was born with a symbol somewhere on their bodies, linking them to someone else, somewhere in the universe. These symbols were a representation of the soulmates’ souls.

Lost & bound by hjertetssunnegalskap (Crazyheart) (16k words) - Even has been in a bicycle accident and he has lost his memory of the past three years. However, Isak gets a shock when Even tells him that they’re bonded soulmates, and expects them to be a couple.

Trollbundet/Spellbound by Crazyheart (16k words) - A summer fling soulmate AU. Isak has graduated from Nissen and he’s attending Trolsk (Enchanting), an alternative Fair/music festival with his friends. When he meets a guy called Even, they bond. However, Even is reluctant about bonding. Is a summer fling all they will have?

Not the End by nofeartina (16k words) - Sometimes a connection is so powerful that it can bend the fabric of space and time. Or the parallel universe AU where Isak and Even find each other over and over again.

Making shades of purple by rumpelsnorcack (22k words) - The soulmark changes based on the soulmate's emotions. When their left hands touch, the soulmate bond connects.

beautiful people will ruin your life by traumatic (22k words) - au where two people can communicate solely by writing on their skin, Isak and Even are the best of friends until a lie burrows its way between them and nearly rips them apart.

Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking by staylucky (25k words) - The Afterlife is not what Isak Valtersen was expecting. He didn’t think he’d die at 18 years old in the first place. Purgatory’s ‘Apprentice Leader’, Eskild, is a wildcard, Isak's 'Angel Mentor' Noora doesn’t like Isak and he never got to even a kiss boy while he was on Earth. Thank Goodness, while he waits for reincarnation, for Jonas (another’s mentor) who takes Isak under his (literal) wing but most of all for fellow spirit and member of ‘Limbo Land’ Even Bech Naesheim, a beautiful boy with a past of his own. All isn’t what it seems, and Isak has a lot to discover.

Bittersweet Markings by BreeTaylor (26k words) - Isak's soulmate wanted nothing to do with him. Their skin was a shared canvas, but his soulmate seemed to hate every word Isak wrote. Isak's soulmate had a habit of drawing butterflies on his forearms. Isak never really understood what it meant, but when Vilde started showing up to school with them, too, he didn't waste any time in finding out.

You Make My Heart Soar by missmarymakeup93 (32k words) - Soulmates have basically become extinct. But one chance encounter has Isak in a mess of emotions. Especially when magical marks start appearing on his body.

Just your average ordinary everyday Superhero by vorfm95 (34k words) - Isak works for the governament fixing the chaos caused by the Yeti a young superhero who protects the streets of Oslo. The last words he'll hear from his soulmate is engraved on his arm.

we can take the long way home by Treehouse (37k words) - When he gently puts his hand on the right side of his stomach, the skin is burning hot and feels rugged underneath his fingertips, and when he lifts the cover to look he sees a dark patch there, about the size of his palm. He freezes, has to close his eyes for a moment. Surely, it can’t be, not this soon? But when he looks again, he’s sure. He’s gotten a mark. He’s only been eighteen for about a month, haven’t even had the time to start worrying about it yet.

Colours Speak Louder Than Words by BreeTaylor (39k words) - (9/10 chapters posted) "Colour changes the way we see the world, Isak." Everybody sees the world in greyscale until they meet their soulmate.

For His Love to Flee by wyoheartsmusic (48k words) - in a world where vampires hide, two lost souls find each other. enemies to lovers

(2017/18) tender (is the night) by towonderland72 (kittpurrson) (49k words) - Reuploaded in 2020. His whole body aches, like he’s regrown his limbs overnight, stretched out muscles he never knew he had. Isak knows, in that moment, that his life has just been turned upside down. “You bonded,” Even’s girlfriend confirms, and the pity in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Try not to move.” The one where Isak and Even accidentally soulbond.

Lost to the Sea by Flatfootmonster (73k words) - Isak doesn't yet know who he is, or who he even want's to be. Even is indebted to the land and living in human form, despite his very nature demanding he return to the sea. Both beings crave belonging and a need to be seen, if only by one other set of eyes.

Burning For Your Touch by cuteandtwisted (221k words) - (16/17 chapters posted) Isak's skin burns anyone that comes into contact with it and therefore cannot be touched. Closed off and extremely manipulative, Isak transfers to Bakka and scares everyone away with his condition. Everyone but Even.

*** BONUS JOKAEL *** because it's cute

Seeing Color by waitineedaname (3.3k words) - He didn't ever expect he'd meet his soulmate in the middle of a fist-fight.

******** WIPs ********

Everything has changed but your eyes by onlydeadsoulscantdance (posted in Feb 2019)

twin reflections of kindred spirits by devonthemenace (last update May 2017)

Hold On (If Love Is The Answer) by silkeborgriver (posted in April 2019)

It Was Always Supposed to Happen Like This by Darwig3 (last update Jan 2017)

Living With the Uncertainty by kitsunechikyu (last update on June 2017)

The saddest people smile the brightest by vorfm95 (last update in Feb 2019)

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing by i_once_wrote_a_dream (last update in May 2019)

Princes and Stars by CrochetingWords (last update in Oct 2018)

cut off my fingers to touch your smile by bbyfruit (last update in Sept 2018)

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this world was built for two by twentyonedani (last update in May 2019)

Crystal Dust by Liolny (last update in Feb 2019)

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #soulmates au

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 7 years ago

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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 8)

Part 7

“Mum? Gemma? What are you doing here?” He asked sneaking up behind you and looking at them, as they stared at you.

You had forgotten all about the fact you weren’t wearing anything other than Harry’s shirt when you felt the cool air hit your legs. You quickly blushed and tried not making eye contact with them.

“What do you mean what are we doing here?” Gemma scoffed. “You knew we were coming today.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought it would be later in the day...” he said.

“I ended up coming in last night, so Gemma suggested we come over and maybe head out for some breakfast, but uh apparently we should have called first,” Anne said looking over at you.

“Um... I’m going to go get dressed,” you whispered adverting your eyes towards Harry before excusing yourself from the situation.

While you went up to the bedroom, both Anne and Gemma walked inside while Harry shut the door behind them.

“So, I take it your busy?” Gemma asked.

“Kinda yeah, I ordered breakfast in for Y/N and me,” he said.

“I guess I didn’t realize she would be staying with you,” Anne said.

“Why wouldn’t she be staying with me?” Harry asked looking at her.

“Because you’ve only been with her for a few weeks,” she said.

“We were staying together while we were in Jamacia and we were only together for a few days then, so what makes a difference here?” Harry asked. “Especially since she’d be over here anyway even if she were staying in a hotel. This way it saves her money.”

“Right...” Gemma said.

Harry sighed. “Okay, I get that the first meeting wasn’t exactly ideal, but can you two please just be nice and give her a chance. Besides you two should have called before just showing up like you did,” he pointed out.

“How were we supposed to know you’d be half naked with some girl?” Gemma said.

“First of all, she’s not just some girl, she’s my girlfriend, and second of all, I wasn’t with her... we were standing together,” he rolled his eyes.

“It was implied,” she mumbled.

“Anyway, are you two going to give her a chance or not?” Harry sighed. “I really like and care for her and I’ve told you two so much about her already, so just please for me, give her the chance she deserves?”

“Of course we will,” Anne said.

“Thank you, Mum,” he smiled.

Once you were dressed in your own clothes, you went back downstairs and the food had already arrived. There ended up being enough for everyone to share, so you all sat down and had some breakfast together. At first, things were extremely awkward and you realized you hadn’t really been properly introduced to either of them.

“Um, I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said nervously. “It’s uh, nice to finally meet you two.”

“Nice to meet you as well Y/N, Harry has spoken of you often,” Anne said. “I’m Anne, and this is Gemma.”

Gemma looked over at you and nodded before going back to her breakfast. Out of the corner of your eye, you could tell Harry was sort of glaring at his sister. Great, you thought, just what you needed to cause a rift between them.

“You’re videographer right?” Gemma asked all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’ve uh, always loved working with cameras both for film and print work. I went to school for it and eventually worked my way up to being considered a professional videographer, but I’m still pretty new in the business,” you said looking over at her.

“Is my brother the first artist you’ve worked for?” She asked.

“No, uh, actually I’ve worked briefly with a few artists in their music videos or other little projects they’ve needed. I’ve worked with both Nick Jonas and Joe Jones with DNCE, Miley Cyrus, Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran, to name a few,” you said.

“Hm, “ she nodded. “And did you ever, hook up with one of them?”

“GEMMA!” Harry snapped.

“What? It’s a valid question!” She said to him. “How do you know this isn’t what she does? She works for an artist, hooks up with them, and moves up the ladder,” she said.

“She is right here,” you said. “And no, I’ve never hooked up with anyone I’ve worked with before, so that’s not what I do. I get hired for a job, I do it, and I’m done. Sure, I have a few friendships with some of the artists I work with because I do multiple projects with them.”

“You shouldn’t have to answer that, Y/N,” Harry said. “Because my sister never should have fucking asked something like that.”

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said to him, again ignoring the fact that you’re sitting right in front of her. “You’ve known her for what a few months and you two are already living together and just so head over heels for one another? This is bullshit, this isn’t like you. You’re normally so much more level headed than this.”

“Gemma, “ Anne sighed.

Harry shook his head. “You do realize that when we were in Jamaica we were living together under the same roof. We were side by side working together and chatting pretty much every fucking day all day, so yeah, we got to know one another pretty well in that environment. Hell, we probably learned more about each other during our three months together, then you did with your boyfriend. And maybe, just fucking maybe, did you ever think that maybe I’m “different” with Y/N because I have real feelings for her and that this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before?”

There were so many emotions going through you at this point. On one hand, you felt insulted and angry at the fact she believed that you slept around on your job and that you were practically using Harry. Then on another hand, you felt extremely awkward because you were the topic of conversation, but no one was really speaking to you. And you knew that Harry’s feelings towards you were something new to him because he had told you once before, but hearing him say it to someone else in defense for you, made you realize just how much you really meant to him.

“I think we all just need to calm down,” Anne sighed looking at both of her children. “Harry, you have to admit that things are moving sort of fast between the two of you and you two work together... that’s a little unorthodox.”

“It’s not like we’re getting fucking married,” he sighed. “And so what if we work together? Most everyone who works with me, I have a friendship with outside of our working together, so why should it be any different having a relationship with Y/N.”

Honestly, at this point you were being ignored so much, you honestly thought about getting up and leaving the room. However, you decided against it because it would make it seem as if you thought you didn’t deserve to be there, even though Harry was defending your every right to be there.

“Being friends with someone and having a romantic, intimate relationship with someone are two completely different things,” she added.

“You can’t have one without the other, Mum,” he sighed. “Look, maybe to you two it seems like Y/N and I are moving too fast in a relationship, but you also have to think about how we got our start. It’s not like I just met her and we started talking on the phone and went out on a few dates here and there and decided to get into a relationship. When I met her, we were living together... seeing each other practically 24/7. She was there as soon as I woke in the house, and there as soon as we all went to bed. We spent so many nights just talking to one another and enjoying each other. So, yeah while the timeline might be short, that doesn’t mean that our relationship and my feelings don’t count for anything. And we’re not even living together. She’s staying here while I have some things in London for work that she’s filming. And once we’re done with that, she’ll be gone back to her own house in her own city,” he said.

“And then what? You’ll just have a long distance relationship or only have a relationship when you need a videographer?” Gemma asked.

“We’ll make it work,” Harry said.

You sighed again looking at the three of them. They were still having their three-way conversation about you, without you. Even though Harry was defending you and your relationship, something he shouldn’t have had to really do in the first place, he still wasn’t really acknowledging that you were there and could take part in the conversation as well.

“If it doesn’t, then you’ll be screwed needed to hire someone new,” Gemma mumbled. “And how do you know she wouldn’t leak anything about you?”

“Because I trust her and I don’t exactly foresee it not working out between us,” Harry said.

“Of course you’re going to say that because you two are still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, and when you got with your boyfriend are you saying that you saw you two not working out?” He scoffed.

“No, but I never acted like it was always going to be a forever happy ending between us either,” she said.

You got up from the table throwing the rest of the food in the trash, while Harry and Gemma continued their conversation. You even looked over at Anne, who was just watching the two of them banter with one another. You shook your head and finally just snapped.

“Do any of you even care that I’m still here and that I’ve heard every single fucking thing being said?” You said looking at them. “Gemma, do you even care that you just assumed that I’m with your brother because I’m working for him and that I want to further my career? Or that you use the excuse that you’re just looking out for him when he’s told you time and time again that he’s happy and cares about me because you think every fucking person he’s ever going to be with his going to be with him for his fame and money. Like that’s really sad that you can’t just let him be happy.”

“And Harry, I get that you were just trying to defend me and everything, but I’m a grown woman, I can defend myself. But honestly, you shouldn’t have had to in the first place, because as far as I concerned, I’ve never given either of you a reason to believe that I’m only with Harry for fame and fortune. If I was some model or some singer or whatever, would you think that? Or would you be okay with it because I’d make my own money and have my own fame? But you know what, it doesn’t matter right now because I’m removing myself from this situation right now since it’s not like I’m needed in this conversation anyhow,” you said before walking out of the front door and down the street away from his house, leaving him and his family behind.

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ficbynic · 7 years ago

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T A K E C A R E - Chapter 1 - Copenhagen

"I'm actually pretty scared."

"You'll be absolutely fine, Em. I'm certain you will be. You're gonna have a great time. And if not," Jonas assured, "You're only an hour flight away. You pack your bags and you go. No one's holding you back." He wrapped his arm around her another time, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. He was towering over her, as usual. "There's no need to be scared."

"I know, it's just that I'm nervous."

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1- Copenhagen LATE SEPTEMBER 2017 "I'm actually pretty scared." "You'll be absolutely fine, Em. I'm certain you will be. You're gonna have a great time. And if not," Jonas assured, "You're only an hour flight away. You pack your bags and you go. No one's holding you back." He wrapped his arm around her another time, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. He was towering over her, as usual. "There's no need to be scared." "I know, it's just that I'm nervous." "Of course you're nervous. That's completely normal. You've never done this before and you're going way out of your comfort zone. Of course you're gonna be nervous." Emilie Larsen blinked away a nervous tear and coughed to get rid of the lump in her throat that had been there for a while now. She couldn't possibly love her brother more in that moment if she wanted to, though. He always knew what to say. And she knew he was right. She did not want to be scared. She did not want to cry. There was no reason to. She was going on this adventure because she wanted to and she had been organising the trip for weeks. Of course, she'd never done this before, it was a big step and everything had gone fairly quickly after having come up with the idea not even two months ago. But she was well prepared and there was no reason to not be optimistic about this new experience. That having said, she still tried to avoid eye contact with her older sister Gitte, who she knew was already getting teary. She had been rather quiet all morning, acting a bit strange, which had only added to Emilie's knotted stomach. What a contrast to Jonas' behaviour. He was the youngest of the three Larsen siblings, but it often seemed like it was the other way around, him being the oldest and wisest. "Your brother's right, Em, everything will be fine. We're all so proud of you for doing this. I think it's great you're going, you know that," her Mum spoke up. Emilie knew she was being strong, like she always was, putting on a brave face, like she always did, even though saying goodbye was bittersweet. Agnes was proud of her daughter for going, but was also really going to miss having her around, especially since Emilie was the only one still living at home with her. Nevertheless, she had a smile on her face and had been nothing but comforting and reassuring all morning. It had been a tough car ride to the airport. It was only supposed to take a little over an hour but traffic added another thirty minutes. Not to mention the fact that all of a sudden, Emilie had been desperate to use the ladies' room. It was like nothing she ever experienced before, literally having to run from the parking lot to the nearest sanitary facility, which happened to be a patrol station's, after Jonas took the first exit off the motorway. Emilie knew it was all caused by her nerves. A part of her just couldn't believe she was actually going through with all of this and didn't feel like this was really happening. She'd never done anything like this before. She'd never gone out of her comfort zone like this. She'd had the dreams of doing something adventurous, travelling around the globe or maybe moving abroad for a longer period of time, but they were left unfulfilled. Emilie had always been in school or university and never took a gap year or time off her studies. That meant that she had been able to obtain her Master's degree at just twenty-three years old. But it also meant that at times, she'd felt like life was living her, instead of the other way around. She had always been 'colouring within the lines', as it were, following the guidelines and paths others had set up for her. Until now. Now, she was stepping away from all she knew and trying something completely new. Something she came up with herself. Something she arranged herself. Something she wanted herself. It was gonna be an adventure she didn't know the outcome of. She didn't know what she would feel like in a day, a week, or even a month. And in a way, that was the beauty of it all. It was the most nerve-wracking part, of course, but also what she was looking forward to most. In a way, Emilie Larsen was already excited to get back to Denmark. Not because she wasn't excited about leaving, but because she was just so incredibly curious about what this adventure would hold. By the time she returned home, what would she have experienced? What would she have seen, done, learned? What would the host family have been like? And the kids? Would she have met other new people? Was it going to feel like she was a new person when she would get back to Copenhagen? A lot of unanswered questions clouded Emilie's mind. Questions she would get all answers to in the near future. That didn't mean saying goodbye wasn't going to be tough. Emilie was extremely close to her siblings and Mum. The entire week had been bittersweet, with family and friends coming over to say bye. Never before had Emilie been away for such a long time. She knew it was the best thing she could be doing, though. "Alright. So I guess I'm gonna be going, I don't want to stress about being late. It's probably busy at security." The last thing that Emilie wanted was to miss the fucking flight. "Alright, honey. I love you. We keep in touch, text us on the Whatsapp group chat, alright?" her mum replied, wrapping her arms around her. "You can always call us, text us... You're going to be fine." "Have fun, sis," Jonas then beamed, hugging her next, "Enjoy! And remember I can always come and pay you a visit. I'll probably have the time and money after my exams." Emilie thought about the contract she'd signed and 'No overnight guests' being one of the first rules on the agreement. For her brother they would surely make an exception, though. Gitte was next. "Don't cry," Emilie told her, despite the fact her own voice was cracking as she consoled her sister. "Safe trip, Em," Gitte responded, her voice unaffected, but a tear streaming down her cheek. "I'll be back soon enough," Emilie offered, not entirely sure if she was convinced of her own words, "Annoying you lot and paying you unexpected visits. Say hi to Viktor for me, by the way." "Will do." Her sister smiled through her tears. "Alright." "Alright, here I go." "Safe flight, Em." "Take care of yourself, Emilie," Agnes made sure to tell her daughter. "I will." "I know you will." Her mum smiled. Before things would get too hard to get through, Emilie gave the three of them a final hug and walked off, her small suitcase making ticking sounds on the tiled floor behind her. Her other hand was wrapped around the strap of her handbag dangling off her shoulder. The third item of luggage, a large suitcase that held most of her belongings, she'd already checked in. Emilie turned around one last time to wave a goodbye to the three people she loved most in life. Her mum was smiling, an arm wrapped around Gitte. Jonas was stood waving his arms in the air giving her two thumbs-up, his smile big, as always. She grabbed her carry-on suitcase again and made her way down the corridor, automatic doors opening and closing after she entered. This was it. No turning back now. ~~ There was probably nothing as anxiety provoking and stressful than going through security at a busy airport, Emilie thought as she ascended the escalator to an upper level of the airport. She could already hear the volume of the sounds of fellow flight passengers increasing, indicating that she was about to enter a crowded area. When she turned a corner, she found it was already time to get in the queue for the hectic safety measures check, the beeping of the equipment and shouting of the security staff already audible. "Remove any laptops, tablets and phones from your bags, please!" "Please remove your belt, Ma'am." "Next, please!" "If you could please take off your shoes, Sir." Rapidly moving on to eventually become the first in line, Emilie already removed hers before she was even asked to. The buckle belt of her black boots would probably elicit a reaction coming from the scanning machine, as well. She tried to be as cooperative as possible, wanting this to be over quickly. "Hello, good afternoon, please move along here, Miss," one of the members of security staff then sounded, suddenly speaking Danish again instead of English like she had before, probably because there was no doubt Emilie was a true Nordic looking girl. Emilie moved along and started placing her items on the moving baggage belt in front of her, using the trays that were piled up on the side to store her belongings. "Any liquids in there, Miss?" "No," Emilie answered, putting her handbag in a tray, her shoes and jacket in another, before lifting her little suitcase on there as well after removing her laptop and iPad. She then waited for the guy at the other side of security detector gate to give her a sign. Despite not hearing any beeping coming from the detector, a female security staff member suddenly appeared the second Emilie had walked through the gate, and started searching her extensively, going as far as poking her thumbs an inch down Emilie's jeans, front and back. Lovely. A moody "Alright" apparently meant that she was good to go. Emilie quickly made her way down the baggage belt, queuing up after other travellers again, already eyeing the multiple trays carrying her belongings. She quickly stepped into her boots, grabbed her coat and handbag, before finally dragging her little suitcase from the conveyor belt, along with her electronic devices. She tried to find a quiet place to reorganise her iPad and laptop, ending up sitting down on the floor near the wall, opening her hand luggage bag in full display, momentarily not caring about the other travellers being able to gawk at her possessions varying from a couple of items of clothing, to a can of traditional Danish delicacies, to a children's Frozen colouring book. A man walked past her and gave her a sympathetic smile. Wonderful. She knew she probably looked like a total stress-case high on adrenaline and anxiety, but she didn't need it to be confirmed by a random stranger who unlike herself happened to be used to all of this, probably going on foreign business trips every other day. It wasn't that Emilie wasn't well travelled. In a way, she was. She even travelled by herself multiple times, going on city trips to visit friends who stayed abroad for uni. Perhaps the fact that this time she wouldn't be returning home after just a few days was the reason of her nerves. She wasn't experienced when it came down to long trips. Especially not when the trips would involve a still somewhat unclear destination, unclear activities and occupations, and a generally unclear experience. Emilie was able to calm down a bit when her suitcase was properly packed again and she made her way to the gate. Of course, she actually turned out to be quite early, so she hung around at the tax free shops and got herself a green tea at some hipster coffee bar, hoping it would calm the nerves some more. Checking her phone, she received some last minute "safe trip" messages. After replying to them, she also texted her Mum, Gitte, and Jonas via the Whatsapp group chat. After making her way to the correct gate and sitting down near a screen hanging from the ceiling displaying all relevant flight information, time went by fairly quickly. Emilie tried to focus on the other people around her to get her mind off of what was ahead of her. If anything, she loved people watching and tried to imagine where everyone was going or what was going on in everyone's lives. It helped her to stop thinking about hers for a while. At one time, a guy Emilie's age sat down next to her, taking the empty seat. He was travelling with a couple of friends and by the sounds of it, he was on her flight, about to return home. Their baggage and stories let Emilie know the guys probably went backpacking around Scandinavia. She spent a few minutes listening to them talking. They seemed very nice. Especially the boy sat next to her looked quite cute. He had the habit of brushing his hand through his blond locks. His eyes were bright and blue. Emilie was very close to developing a temporary crush on him, until she peeked over, noticed the phone in his hand, and saw him texting heart emojis to a lucky recipient. With a minor delay, all passengers were called to enter the plane after another passport check and boarding pass scan. The flight turned out to be quite busy. Queuing up in the aisle between the airplane seats before storing her carry-on suitcase in the overhead bin, Emilie noticed that the backpacking boys ended up sitting in the row in front of her. She was happy to have a window seat, allowing her to take one final look at the familiar Copenhagen surroundings. As the plane finally started increasing its speed, it finally hit her. This was real. This was happening. She was going to work and live in London and she wasn't going to return home for three whole months. | Next chapter > | | Story page | Author | Talk to me |

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peterpparkrr · 8 years ago

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(Jonas Vasquez x Reader): Just dance with me

Summary: Reader was recently broke up with and her best friend and neighbor, Sana, decided to take it upon herself to find her a nice boy to spend time with.

A/N: I’m trying to ignore the sadness radiating off of Sana atm so I wrote this fluffy fluff with all the faves (apologies for spelling and grammar)

Sana sighed as she flopped down on your bed next to you, "Listen, ever since you got dumped you've been moping around,"

"Well, yeah! Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do." You replied defensively, it had only been a few weeks since your boyfriend broke up with you.

"You're right,” She replies, “But eventually you need to get back up and go on living your life."

"Sana-" You start before she cuts you off.

"Please, why don't you let me set you up with someone." She says with a grin.

"Sana, I don't want to date your brother or any of his friends." You reply. It’s not that you don’t love the guys, but you’ve known them for ages and there’s something about remembering what someone was like when they were ten that’s a bit of a turn off.

"That's not who I was going to set you up with, I have some friends from school that are good guys, let me take you to a party and introduce you." She replies.

Normally you would never agree to this, I mean, nothing good comes from something like this. But Sana is one of your closest friends, she's your neighbor and even though you go to different schools you've always stayed close.

"I guess," You mutter, not very excited by the prospect.

"Awesome, we'll meet up with my friends Friday and hang out." She replies, as she whips out her phone, probably to make the plans.

"Sana, maybe this isn't such a good idea..." You mumble as you rifle through your closet while Sana sits on your bed, probably texting her friends to complain about how slow you are.

"Just pick something," she says, not looking up for on her phone.

"Alright," you mutter as you walk out of your closet and do a dramatic model pose for Sana, "Good?" You ask as you gesture to the skirt and top you pulled out.

"Yes," she replied with a soft grin, "You look amazing."

Sana suddenly turns to you as you walk up to the apartment building she told you the party was going to be at, "I just remembered you know Even."

"Of course I know Even, why is that a problem, is he going to be here?" You ask, confused as to why it matters that you know one of Elias’ old friends.

"We're going to Even's apartment," She says.

"Since when does Even have an apartment?" You ask.

"Some he moved in with his boyfriend-he has one of those too." She tells you

"Oh, why does that matter?" You ask her.

She shrugs, "Just don't mention Mikael or the boys, Even hasn't really gotten into any of that stuff with these guys."

"Of course," You reply with a nod, it’s not like you would want to go around telling all of Even’s new friends about all the drama between him and the boys.

"Even!" You call out happily when he opens the door, "It's so good to see you," you say as you wrap him up in a hug.

"You too," he replies before pulling away and putting his arm around a shorter boy's shoulders, "This is my boyfriend, Isak."

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). It's so nice to meet you," you say.

"How are things going with Per?" Even asks you as he lets you in.

"Um...we broke up." You reply awkwardly.

"Shit, my bad," Even replies, "To be fair I thought you were too good for him."

"Yeah, I don't think that's why he broke up with me," you reply with a bitter laugh.

Even pulls you into the kitchen then, exuding the two of you under the guise of getting drinks.

"I don't know what Sana told you but-"

"Even, my lips are sealed, I would never dream of telling someone your stuff."

"Okay," He replied, with a relieved look on his face, "What do you want?" He asks, gesturing to the counter covered in different types of alcohol.

"I'll just have water if that's alright," you reply, not wanting to get plastered around strangers.

"Here you go," he says handing you two glasses, "The other one is for Sana," he explains, "now let's go introduce you."

As Even leads you into the living room you see Sana and Isak standing by the door waiting for you. You hand Sana her glass and take a sip of yours somewhat nervously.

"Alright let's go," Sana says, grabbing you by the arm, "You already know Even, you met Isak..." She trails of as she brings you over to where two girls are sitting, chatting.

"Eva, Noora, this is my friend (Y/N)," she says, introducing you to them.

"Hi, I've heard so much about you guys." You say, with a grin.

"Oh my god, same, it's so good to put a face to the name," Eva says, pulling you in for a hug.

"Yeah," Noora adds, nodding in agreement, "Sana didn't say she was bringing you."

"Well I didn't have plans tonight and I know Even so Sana thought she'd bring me along," You reply with a shrug.

"I'm going to introduce her to the guys," Sana says suddenly, looking over at where two guys are sitting, drinking beers and laughing.

We you walk over one of them, a guy with curly hair and the thickest eyebrows you've ever seen looks up at you and stops talking. You smile awkwardly as you walk over.

"Jonas, Mahdi, this is (Y/N)," she says, does no introductions.

"Hi," you add.

"Do you want to join us?" One of them asks, you’re pretty sure he’s Mahdi.

"Well I was going to introduce her to Vilde and Magnus too, but they're busy," Sana says with an eye roll as she sits down next to Mahdi, "So why not?" You shrug and sit down opposite from her, glancing over at the couple that's making out, figuring that's Vilde and Magnus.

"So how do you know our lovely Sana?" Mahdi asks.

"She's my neighbor, we've been friends for years, ever since. I moved in." You tell them.

"Do you go to Nissen?” Jonas asks, “I don't think I've seen you before."

"No, I'm at Elvebakken," you reply.

"Isn't that where Even used to go?" He asks.

You nod, "Yeah, we knew each other then."

"Cool, I have to ask though, was he always so annoying?"

"Oh yeah, I've known Even for ages, I think he came out of the womb that way,"

At that point Isak walked over and sat down next to you, "What way? Adorably handsome?"

Jonas and Mahdi roll their eyes and Sana just smiles, "God, you two are the cutest couple aren't you?" You comment with a giggle, "I'm really glad he found someone like you."

"Me too, he's the man of my dreams."

"I thought I was!" Jonas protests, pouting.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find someone who'll love you," you reply, shoving Jonas with your shoulder.

"Here's hoping," he replied with a wink.

You can't help but blush- it's the first time someone's flirted with you since you got together with your now ex boyfriend.

"Oh my god, I love this song!" Eva suddenly shouted as she scrambled over to where a phone was plugged into some speakers and turned up the music.

As it started to blast she came over to the table you were all sitting around and grabbed your hands, "cmon (Y/N)! Let's dance!"

You shrugged as you let her drag you up and start we dancing with you. You were a little awkward at first since it was just you two but before you knew it everyone else was up too and you just let go and enjoyed yourself.

You saw Jonas on the outskirts of your ragtag group and moved towards him before grabbing his hands and pulling him with you to the center

"I don't dance," He objects.

"Yes you do, everyone one can dance, just with varying success."

"Exactly. I have a very small success rate."

"Who cares? Last I checked no one here cares. Just dance with me."

And with that he did you and Jonas jumped up and down with the others and belted out the words together while holding hands, neither one of you really wanting to let go.

You two were in your own little world but the others were watching with smirks and Sana and Isak were near the edge making plans for your wedding (Isak was going to be Jonas’ best man and Sana was going to be your maid of honor, obviously).

Once everyone got tired and slowly broke off it was just the two of you still standing in the middle of Isak and Even's living room.

“You’re a pretty good dancer,” You told him with a small smile as you glanced down at your still intertwined fingers before looking up only for Jonas to break the bubble between you and capture your lips in a kiss.

Before you could go any further you could hear some of the others whooping and clapping as you guiltily broke apart.

“And you’re a really good kisser,” He said in your ear before pulling you out of everyone’s gaze.

“Can I have your number?” You ask as you step into the small kitchen.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He replied with a grin as the two of you pulled out your phones.

Once you exchanged info you looked up at him again, “I’d really like to get to know you better.”

“I’d really like to take you out, can I call you later?”

“Yeah,” You reply, “I’d better get back to Sana though,” You add as you start moving towards the door. He catches you quickly and kisses you again before nodding.

“I’m going to call you.” You calls out as you head back into the party, grinning.

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Who’d You Rather - Niall Horan

Paring: Niall x OC Female Character (I still describe it as an imagine, but sorry I just can’t write Y/N, so here’s Myra McCoy instead)

Idea: Myra McCoy, and actress who appear on Ellen’s show, and in a game of ‘Who’d You Rather’she manages to pick out Niall and pick him over and over again, Niall who have a secret celebrity crush on the same girl is made aware of it through Harry, and things seem to unfold from there

Word Count: 7480

A/N: So I saw Ellen’s thing ‘Who’d You Rather’ and then the idea stuck, so I saw all of the ones there was, and the idea kind of just developed, into a 7+k mess of emotions . And it’s tagged as an imagine, but it is an OC character, because I just can’t write Y/N, so here’s Myra McCoy instead, hope you like her as much as I liked creating her.

‘Niall, have you seen this??’ Niall’s phone buzzed with a message from Harry, and knowing him the next text could either be a new joke he had found that he thought was simply too good not to share, or it was something actually interested. Apparently it was one of the better days, as this time it seemed to be something actually interested.

The link he sent was YouTube link, more specifically a video with the title ‘Myra McCoy plays Who’d you rather’. After reading the title of the link, Niall went to revaluate whether or not this was actually one of the better days.

‘Why are you sending me this again?’ Niall sent back.

There didn’t go long before the next buzz came. ‘Just watch it! Promise you won’t be disappointing’ He had written.

Okay, so maybe Harry’s ulterior motive hadn’t been to make Niall jealous while he was sitting in the studio recording songs he had already written, meaning he shouldn’t be full of a lot of emotions that he could potentially have used when he was writing the songs. Off course, Niall had a hard time that Harry would even have an ulterior motive that would cause him harm, god knows that Harry wasn’t that kind of a person, wasn’t even close to anyone who would be that kind of person. Yet it was a bit weird with Harry sending him videos of his celebrity crush, no scratch that, his crush picking a ton of guys over him, but deciding to trust Harry’s better ulterior motive, he clicked play on the video. Who knows, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“So, Myra McCoy is on the show, and she is single and ready to mingle, isn’t that right?” Ellen said with a big smile as she looked over to Myra.

“Uhm, well yes, partly” Myra spoke slightly shyly.

Niall knew for a fact, perhaps for a bit too much researching that Myra’s dating life was not something she talked much about, but one thing he had definitely cleared out, she was in fact single.

“I heard a clear yes” Ellen simply said with a laugh “And that is why we’re gonna play a game of ‘Who’d You Rather?” Ellen said as the montage played.

“Okay, well this looks like it’s could be interesting” Myra laughed as she looked in the screen with the many hearts showing up.

Niall’s heart felt like it was swelling a bit just by the sound of that laughter.

“So yeah, as you’re an absolute sweetheart, clearly seen in our game of never have I ever, we thought we’d give it a go about finding the perfect man for you.” Ellen explained.

“Wait, so do you then hand out contact information’s in the end, or how is this going to work?” Myra inquired Ellen, now a little bit curious.

“Well, no, but as I am widely famous, the power of this game will magically make that other person tweet you on twitter or reach out to you, and you’ll live happily ever after” Ellen said with a smile. Myra just laughed and nodded as if that sounded fully legit.

“Okay, so it’s simple, we’re just going to show you two options of two different celebrities gentlemen, and then you’re just going to chose, until we finally narrows it’s down. Let’s start with these two gentlemens first shall we.

Henry Cavil & George Clooney’s face appeared on the screen

“I think I’m gonna go with Henry Cavil” Myra said sure in herself, the age difference was a clear factor, but she couldn’t deny the look of him in Man of Steel either.

“Okay, well, then Henry Cavil and Chris Evans”

“First of all, it is not fair putting him shirtless up there” Myra said pointing at Chris Evans “And certainly not fair showing him from the Avengers movies” Myra almost moaned.

“So it’s a clear Chris Evans here I see” Ellen laughed as she looked at Myra’s face.

“Yeah it has to be, Cap just goes right to my heart man” Myra laughed.

“Tell us Myra, is there something you haven’t told us about your thoughts about superheroes?” Ellen asked smugly. “I mean we know you played alongside some of them in Guardians of the Galaxy, was there some unresolved stuff there or?”

Maybe, just maybe, that had been one of the reasons why Niall had always been up for a Marvel movie marathon with Zayn, when that was something they still did regularly. Nonetheless, the movies was good, the fact that Myra had been in them and was awesome, and pretty good looking for an alien, was minor details to his love for the universe so much.

“Haha, no, it’s just Captain America for me, though Man of Steel certainly showed he had lifted some steel as well! Myra laughed as they moved on to the next one.

Zac Efron appeared besides Chris Evans, now both shirtless.

“Now Zach does have a girlfriend, but none of that matters here, because as I said, I rule, my studio and all” Ellen commented making Myra laugh again.

“Well, I still have to go with my heart on this one, and my heart screams that I’m loyal to SHIELD and Captain America”

“Chris Evans we go again then” Ellen comments before the screen changes again, this time not showing a shirtless gentlemen, instead a very clothed one, by the name of Niall Horan.

Niall immediately perked up and turned up the volume so that he could hear a bit better, cause now he was very much aware why Harry had sent the link. Though he feared that maybe he would only make a brief appearance, knowing the option of the men out there, he wouldn’t judge.

“Now here’s someone who we also know is completely single! So that’s gotta be a plus” Ellen comments with a smile, however as Myra is silent on the matter and simply staring at the two, she decides to continue. “However, he doesn’t carry a shield, not does he wear a blue, red and white spangled suit”

Yeah just comparing him to Captain America would already be enough, knowing the inner geek that Myra didn’t hide.

“He could wear a green white and orange spangled suit though” Myra comments as she brings up a finger to bite on.

Niall tensed up by the sight of the finger nearing her mouth, just as he had… well, compared him to his own kind of superhero.

“It sounds like you might be leaning towards the Irish then” Ellen asks grabbing Myra’s eyes.

And Niall was grabbed completely by his little screen now, incredible happy that Greg made him wait around a bit before he had to redo some of his vocals in one of the songs.

“Yeah, sorry cap, but I think I’m gonna go with Niall” She said shyly before moving her legs up under herself.

Niall let out a small sigh, suddenly smiling widely.

“I see you’re getting comfortable now” Ellen laughs pointing out how she lost one of her heels.

“Well comfortableness always overrule fanciness, that’s been my rule through my whole career, except, there are certain exceptions, feeling really sexy in your own body once in a while is worth a loss of some comfortableness, as long as I can still go back to my couch and sweats in the evening.” Myra explains.

And another reason why she endeared him so much.

“Sounds like that could get it’s own what’d you rather program” Ellen comments before moving on to the next picture, showing Drake besides Niall.

“Niall” Myra spoke clearly, no doubt or shyness about it anymore.

The lack of shyness and the security of her voice did something entirely else to him.

“Ah, I’m getting a sense that maybe it’s the Americans you just overrule, well if it’s because you’ve gotten bored of the Americans gentlemen, how about an English one now then” Ellen commented as Ed Sheeran appeared besides Niall.

“Oh, well Ed’s a friend of mine actually, so as much as it’s a bit tougher, then I’m still going with Niall” Myra laughed before the screens shifted to show Nick Jonas shirtless.

Niall, knowing very well that she was a friend of Ed, he had heard about her through him once as well, heard stories about the charm that wasn’t just for TV host, but an actual charm and kindness that caught Ed. And likewise as it had been with Harry, knowing that Ed thought she was worth having as a close friend, that meant more to him than her reaching the top twenty of sexiest females. Though as Louis have made fun of multiple times, that did mean something to him too.

“I mean, as much as I could look at that a bit longer, then I still go with Niall” Myra stated.

“You’re seeming often sure in Niall it seems” Ellen comments “Might this be your final boy?” She jokes as the screen reveals Ryan Gosling.

Don’t joke around with it Ellen Niall kept thinking, because my god that would be something.

“Our La La Land charmer, he’s sure to be able to sing you off your feet” Ellen comments.

“Well if we’re taking singing into account too, then it gotta go to Niall again” Myra laughs as the screen shifts again, this time to show Prince Harry.

Not only had she compared him to a superhero, and well chosen him over multiple good looking and just generally good men, she had complimented his singing too.

“Niall. Again” She adds with a giggle.

“So you’re now turning down royalty status for him too” Ellen laughs as the screen reveals Dev Patel.

“Oh, this one is actually a bit hard” Myra states as she starts biting her finger again. “I always kinda had a thing for Dev, I mean after watching Lion it was hard not to” Myra commented.

“Then go pick Dev, he was just declared 2017’s sexiest man alive” Ellen commented, as if it was obvious.

“I know… But no, I’m sticking with Niall” Myra said meeting Ellen’s, who actually seemed to be genially surprised. Myra looked back to the screen expecting there to show up another one, but instead Niall Horan simply filled the screen alone.

“Well then there you go, seems like your perfect match is Niall Horan, unless off course you wanna go back to one of the superheroes?” Ellen tempted.

“Well isn’t he kinda a superhero, I mean, I’ve heard the stories of how that band saved people through music” Myra added with a sly smile.

How she warmed his heart.

“Already defending him I see, maybe it really is a perfect match” Ellen laughed, Myra just shrugged her shoulders before placing her feet on the floor again.

“I mean, I can’t deny it, he’s a handsome looking fella, I’m quite pleased with this” She said as she beamed with a big smile.

She wasn’t the only one.

“Well thank you again Myra McCoy for joining us, and good luck on the new movie out the first of next month” Ellen spoke to Myra before turning to the camera “And we will be right back”

The screen went still, and for a moment so did Niall. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself after that, seeing it certainly made his day feel better. But, well, what was there more to it than that. He could watch that and think to a hypothetical world where Myra McCoy, the brilliant, charming, wonderful women, would choose him over royalty and men who could grow proper stomach hair, and he could smile about it. But that was it wasn’t it.

He pictured himself in the opposite situation, if he had been there and forced to pick between women like that, and well then ended up with a final one, having them contact you, it wouldn’t be, well it wouldn’t be something that people just did. Surely.

Niall closed down the link before returning to the chat with Harry,

‘And here I thought it was a new knock knock joke you were going to send me :D’ It didn’t take long before Harry got back to him.

‘You appreciate them better than Grimmy does, so off course I’m gonna update you on it. But how about it! Did I just possibly set up your new date’

‘Ha, I wish’ Niall wrote back.

‘What do you mean you wish, did you not see the interview!’

‘Yeah, but you know those interviews, how many times haven’t you said your crush would be Frankie Sandford, and it’s not like you would date her!’

‘First of all, she’s married, Myra isn’t, she’s very single, and so are you, and we both know she’s not your celebrity crush, she’s your real crush. AND she didn’t say you were her celebrity crush, she literally picked you over like 7 other guys’ Harry wrote back. Niall read it over once again, knowing very well that he did have a point. Yet still. Well, he still wasn’t sure.

‘Still man, that would be weird wouldn’t it?’

‘Dude, Twitter is amazing for that’

‘I don’t know. Anyway, Greg’s here, gotta go’ Niall wrote, trying to get out of the conversation.

‘Liar’ Harry just wrote back, knowing very well that move.

Not long after, Greg however did come back to request Niall back in the booth, so he could rub that in Harry’s face when he got out again. However the recording went so well that they ended up taking another verse, and then a course too, and while they were at it they could take some of the background vocal too, until they managed to almost finish the song, before they finished for the day.

When he got out again, he reached for his phone out of reflex and scrolled down the notification, only to see Harry had send him another text, with another link it seemed.

‘Told you so http://bit.ly/2rbFeDa’ He clicked the link, only to get directed to one of Harry’s tweet.

‘@McMyra I should say from @NiallOfficial he loved you on Ellen, and he’d love it even more if you went on a date with him’

Niall huffed out a breath, not sure what to do about it, and immediately going into damage control of what he could do, besides giving Harry a kick in the shin, or depending how bad it went, in the nutters, the next time he saw him, but then he scrolled down to the response linked under it.

‘@Harry_Styles @NiallOfficial well tell him to use his #SlowHands to write to me then ;)’

It took him a minute to process the tweet, as it was not only a tweet from Myra McCoy, but also a tweet including a title to one of his songs. One thing was her complimenting his singing, by now there was a couple of people who had heard that because of the One Direction, however, his own songs was a different matter, something he still felt unsure people would even listen to. Off course he knew that the response so far had been great, but that was one thing, knowing, well, knowing that she had heard it was another thing, or at least, this felt like something else. So yeah, what was stopping him.

‘I hate you’ He texted back to Harry, knowing very well that he might have to actual thank him now the next he saw him. I went back into twitter and clicked on the tweet, and the little arrow to respond to the tweet.

‘@McMyra Ignore Harry, he’s a jerk, but he is right though, loved you on Ellen’ He decided to send, it was casual, true because Harry was being a jerk, a right one, but that was besides the point. He sat with his phone a bit, wondering if the response would come or not, though chances was she wasn’t, the previous tweet had been 15 minutes ago, so she’d properly put the phone down now. However he looked down his phone as it vibrated, only to see a nocification, new tweet from @McMyra, he quickly opened it.

‘@NiallOfficial So Ellen was, scarily enough right it seemed, you did reach out to me on Twitter, or Harry did, does it then still count?’

‘@McMyra Totally counts.’

‘@NiallOfficial Perfect. So about that date then?’

Shit. Now he definitely needed to thank Harry.

‘@McMyra Well when are you in #ThisTown and got time’

@NiallOfficial Nice self-promoting there’

‘@McMyra well you can (thank for that btw) but I can’t promote myself a bit?’

‘@NiallOfficial absolutely not, now it just seems self-centred (And you’re welcome, love the song <3)’

‘@McMyra well that’s a bit rude innit (Thank you, I could give you a life performance at one point if you want)’

‘@NiallOfficial it seems you’re the one being rude now (Maybe that could be arranged, you almost owe me after turning down royalty for you)’

Niall was in mid typing to reply to the tweet when he received a new notification, that @McMyra had sent him a dm. He closed down the tweet before opening the DM.

‘If by this town you meet LA, then that won’t happen until a movie premiere in two weeks, but with a live performance in wait it would be’

‘worth it’

‘Sorry, I hate the 140 limit line’

He couldn’t help but laugh over the common problem before typing a response.

‘Usual solution is to loose the commas or to add in slang or btw, nvm, stuff like that’

‘Yeah well I was an English mayor before I turned to acting, so it’s very much against my nature’

‘Being an English major, I can also tell you that it’s called an acronym’ She responded again, he was about to thank her for new knowledge, when he realised the opportunity at hand to do something else. Weighing his option and what really I had to loose for a moment, I decided for it before writing back.

‘Well hey, if it bothers you that much to use acronyms (thanks for that btw(Though apparently I can’t stop) you can always write to me on my number’ I suggested before typing it in.

‘Well if you’re offering’ She simply said. It took a while before I got another notification on my phone, this time from my messages, of an unknown number writing.

‘Hi’ She wrote, quickly followed by

‘And now I feel like I don’t have stuff over 140 signs to say’ I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, but was quickly interrupted by Greg entered the room again asking me if I was ready to listen through it all. I replied I was, and I would be there in a moment.

‘It’s alright, I actually need to go now, my producer just called me in to listen through some of the final touches for my album. But hey, I’ll text you when I’m out, and we can talk about stuff that’ll fill more than 140 signs, perhaps also what to do when you come to LA’ I wrote before getting up to walk back towards the mixing table. However by my phone giving off a final buzz I took it out before entering the room with the rest.

‘I’ll forgive you for leaving me alone on a bad hotel couch if you send me a snippet of the song ;)’

‘As much as I wouldn’t want you mad at me, if I did that, it would be a surprise at the live preview of it would it now :D’ I responded, before entering the room to see a smirking Julian.

“What?” I asked while laughing, “What’s so funny”

“You, clearly forgetting I have a twitter” Oh, right “So, now I’m just wondering what you might be smiling so widely about”

“The fact that I have a really good song here, that’s what” I just commented before playing the result of the final touches.

“Sure” Julian simply said before returning back to the music as well.

It continued like that, almost nearing 2 weeks of it, just the two of them texting back and forth. Often however, just under 140 signs, as they both had busy schedule, with Myra having a movie out that she needed to do interview and premieres for, and Niall doing the final touches for his album while also promoting for it didn’t leave a lot of space for other stuff. Other stuff longer than that if they had time and had something wanting to tell the others, there was always funny stories when you had busy schedules. Nevertheless, they maintained a connection, and though it was rarely mentioned, it seemed that there was still a date in the near future that they could both look forward to.

Another thing that had happened through those 2 weeks, was other people starting to notice it, this was something Myra experienced in a interview with James Cordon on his Late Late show.

“So Myra, beyond being busy with promoting for ‘Sudden Vengeance’”

“Which is out in American cinemas on Friday” Myra added in looking right into the camera causing James to give one of his booming laughs.

“Yeah, and it’s definitely worth a watch. But no, what I meant to say is that besides being busy with the movie, you seem to have made a new friend, not just that, but a friend that’s one of my friends too” James says, seeming rather pleased with the situation. Myra off course knew who he was talking about, before he mentioned the connection with James too, as it hadn’t been the first time Niall had been mentioned in interviews. That was a thing she had to get use to though, I mean she had gotten linked to other celebrities before, but Niall Horan from One Direction seemed to be a whole thing for themselves, as she had never had it mentioned as many times before as she the twitter feud between her and Niall had been mentioned.

“Yeah, yeah I have made a friend” Myra just said with a smile, off course she knew that James wasn’t going to leave it like that, no one who had interviewed her about it had yet.

“So, how did all of this happen again? I heard you were on the Ellen show’s Who’d Your Rather” James started.

“I was yeah, went to do some promo on Ellen, lovely show”

“Well you’re not promoting her show” James laughed.

“True, she don’t need promoting” Myra laughed, but as she noticed James discomfort. “Off course neither does yours!” She laughed as she leaned forward to place a hand on James leg. “But yeah, at the show, she have this little game, called ‘Who’d you rather’ where she features a lot of men that she then tells you to choose between them” Myra explains.

“Based on who you want to date right?” James fills in, Myra smiles while looking down a bit, because off course he had to highlight that feature.

“Yes” She looks up at James again “based on who you’d rather date. And Niall happened to be on the list, and yeah, I chose Niall” Myra said with a smile.

“And now, after that, the two of you have been communicating over Twitter it seems” James commented while showing one of the tweets where some flirting between the two of you had quite obviously been going on. “But, from what I’ve heard you guys have been talking off Twitter as well. And now, I can’t help but ask, did you ever get that private concert he talked about?” James ask with a big smile, and I could see my co-star sitting beside starting to laugh as well.

“I haven’t yet no, still waiting for that one” Myra simply said with a smile on her face, knowing that until they both had time, they might have to wait a bit longer for that one.

“So, you haven’t told me about the date you went on with Myra McCoy yet?” Harry asked as he settled down in the couch beside Niall.

“What date?” Niall just laughed as he turned on the telly for the golf competition.

“The date that you should have had with Myra McCoy by now, thanks to my glorious skills” Harry commented while leaning forward, seeming to obviously care a lot more about this than what channel the golf he came over to watch was on. I turned to look at him, surprised that he actually seemed to care.

“Well, we’re both very busy with our schedules, so off course it couldn’t happen right away”

“Right away? It’s been like 2 weeks, and you’re literally in the same city! She was at the James Cordon show yesterday, and she’s going to be at the movie premiere for her movie tomorrow- I know!” Harry suddenly exclaimed, “You could surprise her at the movie premiere tomorrow! It would be easy to get in for you, and it would totally surprise you” Harry spoke with lights in his eyes.

“Okay, calm down there!” Niall said as he went to turn and look at Harry, except as he turned the channel again, it didn’t land on golf but the rerun of yesterday’s Late Late Show with James Cordon.

“Talking about the sun” Harry said as he pointed at the screen where Myra appeared on the sofa with her co-star Niall had heard some good stuff about as well.

“Yeah, I have made a friend” Myra spoke on the telly, as a picture of Niall appeared on the screen behind them.

Harry looked over to me again as they started talking about how her and Niall had started talking and so, until James asked whether or not she had gotten that private concert yet.

“I haven’t yet no, still waiting for that one” Myra said with a smile before they started talking about the movie.

“Do I need to keep bugging you with this, or are you finally going to do something about a girl who clearly likes you and wants to go out with you” Harry commented.

“Okay, so say, what would I have to do to get into that movie premiere?” Niall asked, knowing very well that he had a good suit somewhere, so the only thing he was missing, was access to the movie premiere.

“I have an idea” Harry said, before he reached down his pants to reach for his phone, “But I think I know someone who might actually be at the premiere tomorrow, so maybe they can get you through” Harry took the call while Niall looked back to the TV to see Myra appear on the telly. It was here he couldn’t help but think of how exciting it would be to actually see her tomorrow, after 2 weeks of chatting, maybe he would finally be able to actually see her.

“Got it” Niall was brought back to reality as Harry got back to him. “A mate of mine Alex is in the supporting cast, he’d said he’d bring the word forward that you would be joining the task, and I made sure that Myra would not know” Harry said with a laugh.

“You ready” Alan asked giving Myra a last glance to see her nodding before he pulled the door aside for Myra to exit the car to walk on the red carpet that matched so wonderfully with her blood red look, and to be met with flashes she had almost forgotten how much hurt her eyes. But it was alright she felt, this wasn’t bright flashes she didn’t expect and hated, no these flashes was like applauding in her ears, applauding she felt she truly deserved after all the hard work she knew she had put into this movie, and how it was work she was proud off. And the better thing than the applaud of the flashes was the roar of voices she heard at her arrival from the people who really mattered, the fans standing by the side line waving and smiling at her. She waved back and walked over and talked with and signed stuff to as many as she could before she was pulled away to the not just flashes, but now microphones as well.

The interview was always interesting, I mean that was no news, but there seemed to be something exceptionally ruthless about some of the interviewers. She didn’t mean the ones only focusing on what she wore and how she wore it on her particular form and not the movie and the hard work she had done, no the particular ruthless ones were the one trying to undermine her character she had worked so hard on. One particular interviewer seemed to be interested in how some of the public, meaning the station the interviewer worked for, seemed to think that Myra’s character was an weak female character that seemed to allowed herself to be stepped on, making Myra think that clearly the interviewer hadn’t seen the movie at all!

But Myra pulled through it with a smile and what she hoped was a gentle tone as she explained her character and her depths, and not the irritating tone she had hoped to sneer at the interviewer to shut her up. And one of the better things she had found she loved about the ‘interesting’ interviews on the red carpet, was that they were always so lovely short.

It was when she had moved on from her fifth interviewer, and had to pose facing her better left to the paparazzi’s for about the 15’th time, that things seemed to change.

The first time she heard someone yell the name that had grown relatively familiar to her over the last couple of days, she thought it was one of the many ways a paparazzi wanted to get a reaction out of her, but it was a trick she had only grown too familiar with, with her many encounters with the paparazzi’s. However, soon, multiple people starting shouting the name so eagerly in the other end of the red carpet, that it almost couldn’t mean anything else but…

Myra couldn’t help but turn and look as her curiosity had been raised with the eager shouting, and true enough, if it wasn’t that blond, now almost brunette haired guy she had starred at rather longingly on Ellen, and perhaps a couple of other times as well, that had just gotten out of a car, and was dressed rather handsomely. Quickly however, Myra realised the surroundings she was in. And how here a glance that lasted more than a couple of seconds could be caught and over analysed easily with this many flashes, that suddenly didn’t resemble an applause anymore, as much as an extensive clicking of insects wanting to suck up any kind of information’s they could focus their lenses on. So she turned her head back to face them her left side, and what she hoped was the same smirk she had worn beforehand, and not the genuine smile she had caught herself having just a glimpse of a moment ago.

However, by the sound of how Niall’s name wasn’t just mentioned in his end, but was now thrown at Myra as well, the damage was properly done. And if she moved through the flashes and interviews just a bit quicker knowing what might await her when she was inside, well then she dearly hoped her manager wouldn’t figure it out.

And finally it seemed that she did reach an end, and she entered the theatre where her co-stars and the other she had worked with during the film, as well as their nearest one was gathered in the large hall had gathered up. Here she was greeted with genuine smiles and hugs that made her feel a lot prouder about the movie than what she had encountered outside. However certain co-stars that she greeted seemed to be especially pleased to see her, in an almost suspicious way, and knowing what kind of bunch Alex and Jennifer were, she was most likely right that something was going on. To her impatient curiosity, it seemed lucky that she was about to find out just why that had been, as suddenly both Jennifer and Alex noticed something behind Myra, that lead to them leaving her in her own company, except not really it seemed.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and was ready to greet another one of the co-stars, however the face she met wasn’t one of her co-stars, though perhaps his face made her lighten up more than any of the others in the room would have.

“Hi” Niall says almost out of breath with a wide smile as their eyes meet.

“Hey” Myra caught herself saying almost as breathless back. For a moment they don’t seem to be able to say anything, over or under 140 characters, apparently smiling at each other suffices both of them, that is until the silence is broken, not by them though. Both Myra and Niall turns over to the doors of cinema as they are opened and people are starting to be ushered into their seats.

Myra turns around to see Niall feeling incredibly left out and unsure what to do as all the actors and the directors starts walking excitedly towards the doors. In a glimpse of a moment, Myra grasps out for Nialls hand as she pulls him with the crowd.

“Didn’t expect to see you here” Myra says as they’re so close and surrounded by chatty people that the silence between them felt too weird.

“Well, it was a bit of a spur of a moment thing as well” Niall said with a smile as he met her eyes. “But, I was told by an idiot friend of mine, that maybe I should get my arse out of the gutter, and actually do something, now that a certain someone was actually in the same city as me for once” He explained again as they entered the big IMAX theatre. Just as Myra was about to answer, the person following people to their designated seats broke Myra out of their conversation by pointing her to her seat.

“Oh, uhm, actually I think I’m going to find another seat with him” Myra said after a short hesitation before standing aside so that Niall was in view.

“Mr. Horan” The man in front of them asked, Niall simply nodded.

“Well, Ms. McCoy you and Mr Horan are already seated besides each other” The man explained before pointing them on their way. Myra looked confused for a moment before Niall leaned in to whisper “My idiot friend of mine might also have pulled me a few strings, as he seems to have connection the strangest places”

“Those connections wouldn’t by any chance have been someone by the name of Alex Nelson and Jennifer Moore would it?” Myra asked curiously as they received the free snacks that usually followed with a premiere like this before they walked between their rows to walk to their center seats.

“Well, I heard an Alex being mentioned, didn’t know about a Jennifer before now though” Niall chuckled, quickly joined by Myra who muttered a silent ‘Should have figured’ as well before they sat down in their seats.

“But I never gathered” Niall said with a small hesitation as Myra met his eyes with her auburn ones. “Was it a good surprise?”

He was met by a sly smile as Myra popped one of the popcorns in her mouth before leaning in and whispering “Very good” just as the cinema darkened. As the director of the movie walked out on the floor in front of the screens to cheers and started to introduce the movie, Myra found Niall’s hand in the dark and held it, and if blue eyes sought out hers in the dark, she didn’t pretend to notice.

Myra character appeared sobbing on the screen as she ran past a corner and landed unto the floor of the bedroom of the flat, cornered from the man hastily following after her. She turned around to face and meet the eyes of the man she had through the movie seen to have loved dearly, even through all his mistakes. She quickly put her hand around her bag and pulled up the gun she had stuffed in her back pocket before raising it and aiming it at the man, as his eyes showed a wildness that yet seemed to contain some of the gentleness of the character that had been show in the start of the movie.

“Please… Please don’t make me do this” Myra character sobbed uncontrollable as she raised her other hand to hold the gun more steadily. However, it seemed all the gentleness the eyes had to offer before, had disappeared as he took one more step towards her, before a loud bang was heard, as the screen went pitch black.

Then the end titles started rolling and the whole theatre erupted in cheers. Myra could feel a couple of people reaching out to pat her on her back for good work, but in that moment all that mattered was Niall whispering in her ear “You were amazing!” As he squeezed her hand tight, the same hand he hadn’t released his hold on ever since Myra’s grabbed his hand at the start of the movie, before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. A slight tint of rose appeared on her cheeks, a colour that hadn’t been caused by any of the makeup she had sat through for hours. She looked over and had wanted to kiss him back, but preferably not on his cheek when she was roused up together with her other co-stars to be shown down on the floor together with the director, away from the steady warmth from a hand that had ended up warming more than just her hand.

When she reached the floor she was greeted by cheers and more claps on the back by her fellow co-stars, all of which she congratulated back, until she reached Alex who she grabbed gently around the neck and gave a soft squeeze making him jump a bit as he was oh so very ticklish.

“Why ever do I deserve that” Alex laughed, but before Myra could sneer back he shot in “Since I saw the very obvious hand holding, so I would think a hug or a kiss would have been more in order” he laughed again. “Or perhaps, you should save the kissing for someone else” He chuckled which ended up with him receiving a bit harder squeeze in the same spot as before as they were ordered into a line so that they could all bow. As she got up again her eyes immediately sought out a certain blond fella in the audience, who seemed to be the one applauding the most eagerly.

After having to bow three more times to please the large audience, they’re finally ushered back into the hall where Myra received more claps on her back and general compliments on her acting, from people who unlike the stupid reporter from before actually seemed to understand the depths of her character, which she appreciated dearly.

Once again however she turned around to meet the man she had left in their seats when the group of the actors had been ushered out of the cinema.

“I know I already said it, but you did amazing in there” Niall spoke with a large grin “Absolutely stunned be away”

“I recon you might be biased in your opinion based on your motives” Myra just responded with a sly grin.

“My motives huh?” Niall remarked with a grin of his own. “I thought me coming here showed my motives pretty clearly”

“Yeah, how so” Myra said while moving just a bit closer.

“Well-“

“Get a room you two” A women sniggered as she walked by, catching Myra with a blush as she took a step back and glared after the women who waked past.

“I’m I right in guessing that was a certain Jennifer Moore” Niall commented.

“Yeah, that’s the wicked witch of the moors alright” Myra sneered not noticing the considerable larger distance between them. It looked like Niall however had noticed it, but wasn’t sure how to address it, and it seemed like he never got to as large announcement of an after party at a venue away was starting now, and slowly people started to thin out. Niall knowing well from his own times how important, or at least enjoyable the after party is turned to see Myra who hadn’t moved out of her spot to follow the rest.

“So, how wild are movie premieres after parties then?” Niall asked as he looked around of the thinning crowd, certainly suggesting that it was a popular choice to go to the party.

“Well, I won’t know for tonight sadly” Myra said as she turned to look at the thinning crowd as well.

“Oh, you’re not going? How come?” Niall asked, fearing that for Myra it had been doomed to be a short night anyway, hinting that this might be the last of their night together.

“Well you see, it just so happens that tonight will be one of the few nights I’ll be in LA before we go to the world tour premiere. Therefore also one of the few nights that this artist who had kind of promised me a private concert after this whole twitter thing, would be able to do it.” She said with a small smile as she turned to face Niall, who quickly caught up on where she was going with it, and eased as a smile spread on his face as well.

“Well, this artist is certainly very lucky to be able to spend a night with you” Niall smirked.

“Yeah, he certainly is” Myra responded with a teeth showing smile, as the temptations of the night ahead seemed suddenly a lot more pleasing than getting drunk with her co-stars at a 5 star venue with a free bar, and then that was saying something.

The sunshine sprayed Myra’s bedroom of her LA apartment with sunshine, and woke up Myra the way only an LA sunrise can. However, this morning in particular seemed to be a bit different from some of those other mornings that same sun had woken her up, as this time the warmth that affected her most was that of a body lying pressed up against her. Hazy memories of last night came floating back to her, of new songs played on Myra’s guitar in candlelight’s “Because atmosphere okay”, and talks long into the night, that turned into lazy make out sessions into the night, that didn’t reach much further because both was tired after busy schedules for far too long. As the memories filled her still sleep fogged brain, she turned around to face the body mass who had occupied her bed and had hold her tight, and she started tracing freckles, birthmarks, and laugh lines that scattered the face who’s nose started twitching, hinting that she was soon to not be the only awoke one.

“It tickles” A groggy Irish voice mumbled into the many pillows which was one of the luxuries Myra allowed herself to have.

“Your beard is really what’s tickling me, so I should be the one complaining” Myra sniggered, which received a rough chuckle for the man above her as he stretched his hands so that they held Myra again.

“Don’t blame my beard for your sensitive fingers” Niall just muttered as he buried his face into the soft neck of the women lying so softly next to him in the rising sun.

“Well I’m sorry I haven’t spent the last 5 years playing guitar non-stop, causing my fingers to grow rough and hard, which I should say causes tickling even easier!” Myra just commented as she fell into the embrace but kept stroking her fingers along the skin of the man, moving from his face to his forearms as she made herself comfortable.

“You’re saying that this tickles then?” Niall asked as he moved his fingers to stroke her gently down the sides where her t-shirt had ridden up.

“Nope” the women said through her teeth as she tensed up.

“Liar” muttered Niall as he started tickling her for real, which ended up with the covers flying off as Myra’s legs started kicking around rapidly while laugh broke past her lips.

Niall who was now definitely awake decided earnestly that this was the best morning by far he had had in a long time. Worst of all though was that he just might actually have to send flowers to Harry or something now, as he was sort of the reason why his smile didn’t falter that whole morning.

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June 23, 2019 (1): Zelda and the future

(previous play)

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Sunday, 4:12 pm:

David: *they planned on meeting at Carlos' to play video games because his parents are on holiday and he's got the place to himself* *is a little proud that they're only 12 minutes late when they finally arrive at the house Carlos lives in* *gets off his bike and grins at Matteo* Only 12 minutes late! We're getting better! *briefly looks at the house because he's never been at Carlos' place and then back at Matteo who is locking his bike* *laughs quietly when he sees Jonas coming around the corner on his bike and says to Matteo* And we're not even the last ones for a change! *then can already hear Jonas: "Oh, crap! I thought I'd make it before you two..."* *shrugs and grins* I don't know what's going on today, either... *waits for Jonas to lock up his bike as well and watches how he first hits Matteo and then him on the shoulder in greeting and hears him say: "Na, Mister David Schreibner!? Have you bought a frame, yet?!"* *grins and somehow likes it that he remembers* *shakes his head and murmurs* Not yet...

Matteo: *laughs when David is so proud* *shrugs* Oh, they should just stop making such a big fuss all the time... *locks his bike and gets up again* *also laughs when he sees Jonas* Ha! *shakes his head* He knows exactly what's going on... *imitates David* "Come on, Matteo... let's just be on time only once, Matteo... you can also go to the bathroom there..." *grins when Jonas congratulates David again* We already made copies... I'll get a frame! *then goes to the front door with the two and rings the bell*

David: *gives Matteo the secretary's-office-look when Matteo imitates him and then shrugs* It worked... *laughs quietly* Well, a little... *nods when Matteo tells him about the copies and the frame and then follows them to the front door and up the stairs to the second floor after they get buzzed in* *sees Abdi standing at the apartment door and as he fistbumps them in greeting hears him say: "He's not really in a good mood today..."* *lifts one eyebrow in worry when he returns the greeting and doesn't ask because he'll probably find out soon enough, anyways* *hears Jonas announce in a good mood: "Oh, we'll soon change that... where is he? Living room?"* *sees Abdi nod and follows the others through the hallway into the living room*

Matteo: *greets Abdi and then grimaces a little in worry when he hears his words* *whispers to David* We should have brought Hans' super sweet booze, after all... *then follows Jonas and Abdi into the living room* Hey, dude... *there's some bustle while they all greet Carlos and then somehow find their seats on the sofa, the armchair and the floor* *him and David managed to get the armchair while Jonas and Carlos are sitting on the small sofa and Abdi's on the floor* *notices that Carlos looks a little dejected and thinks that a sledgehammer approach is the best method* Why are you pulling such a face? What's wrong? *notices Jonas look at him depreciatively but only shrugs one shoulder*

David: *has put his arm around Matteo after they managed to get the armchair and after he greeted Carlos* *looks at Carlos a little more closely and thinks that he really does look quite frustrated* *then hears Matteo's question and finds it pretty direct* *briefly draws up his eyebrows in skepticism and then looks at Carlos scrutinizingly* *sees him sigh briefly and then shake his head: "Ey, yesterday Kiki told me that she got her acceptance letter for university..."* *hears Jonas: "But that's great! What's so bad about it that it ruins your mood like that? You have your apprenticeship, she got accepted to university so everything's great, isn't it?"* *sees Carlos look at Jonas with serious expression and then simply says: "Halle!"* *sees Abdi nod and repeat: "Halle!", as if he wanted to make sure everyone really gets it* *can understand now why Carlos is so down because it will most likely come down to a long-distance relationship and asks* How far away is Halle again? 150 km? *hears Carlos answer: "171"* *nods in understanding and murmurs* Fuck... *hears Carlos: "Tell me about it, bro..."*

Matteo: *is sitting partly on the armrest and partly on the armchair leaning onto David* *listens to the boys and then looks from one to the other a little confused* But that's only two hours by car... *sees Jonas look at him depreciatively again* *sees Abdi shake his head and hears him say: "What do you mean only?"* *hears Carlos sigh and hears him say: "That means I'll only see her on weekends and probably not even every weekend"* *wonders what's so bad about not constantly seeing Kiki and slightly shrugs his shoulders* *sees Jonas shake his head and hears him say: "Sorry, Brudi, but I'm really amazed that you of all people don't understand that..."* *slightly grimaces in his direction* *then hears Abdi: "That's actually true, you get crazy even when you're only 1.7 km away from David"* *humpfs quietly and then understands Carlos a little bit, after all, he just can’t think of Kiki as Kiki* *nods* Okay, that's true... but... *looks at Carlos* ... what does she even say about it? If you both want it, then you'll manage.

David: *feels a tiny sting when Matteo says that it would only be two hours by car and stiffens a little when he wonders if Matteo really wouldn't mind it if they suddenly were 171 km apart* *nods at Carlos' words and tries to ignore the sting and Matteo's words because now it's not really about them but about Carlos and Kiki* *then hears Jonas' words to Matteo and on the one hand has to smile a little about them but on the other hand finds it somehow strange that Jonas seems to understand the problem better than Matteo does* *then has to grin slightly at Abdi's assumption and briefly looks at Matteo who somehow seems to understand only now what it's about* *then hears Carlos: "Well Kiki says that it's her chance and that she'll definitely accept the spot. I mean, I can somehow understand her, she really wants to study but she acts as if it somehow would be... I don’t know... as if it were absolutely okay for her that we'll barely see each other..."* *clears his throat and asks* Isn't there a possibility for her to start in Halle for now, but then switch to Berlin after a semester? She can also study psychology in Berlin... *hears Jonas: "Exactly! Once you got accepted somewhere, it's easier to switch... I mean even if the numerus clausus in Berlin is actually higher than in Halle, the chance of getting accepted is higher once you've already been accepted to the course of study!"* *nods in agreement to Jonas words and says* Then it would really only be a temporary long-distance relationship... so maybe one year instead of three or four years.

Matteo: *nods in affirmation at everything that is being said* And look, you've already been through quite a lot and always stuck together... then you'll get through this, as well. *sees Jonas nod enthusiastically* *sees Carlos tilt his head back forth: "But what if she wants to stay in Halle? If she likes it so much there?"* *says very decisively* Then you'll get through this, as well! *has realized now that apparently the right way is to encourage Carlos and not belittle the situation itself* *sees Carlos look at him and hears him ask: "Would you get through this?"* *grimaces slightly* *but then gives him an honest answer* I wouldn't... but I'm also not as strong as you. *grins slightly* Hey, Halle really isn't thaaat far away. My mum used to have a friend from Halle, she spontaneously came to visit us quite often... that's quite doable, even by train.

David: *nods at what Matteo says and thinks it's good that he encourages Carlos now* *adds* And even if she wants to stay there... then you'll just do the three years of your apprenticeship and then you'll find a good job there! *then hears Carlos' question to Matteo and is glad that Matteo answers and that it seems to be enough for Carlos* *is pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to get through it but doesn't want to demotivate Carlos with it* *adds to Matteo's words* Besides there's semester break! I guess Kiki will be in Berlin then, anyways. She doesn't only have you here, but also her family and her friends! *hears Jonas: "Exactly! Halle really isn't that bad! Just imagine if it were Munich or Flensburg or somewhere like that... then it wouldn't even be worth going there over the weekend because it's so far away!"* *sees Carlos shrug and hears him say with his head hanging low: "I'm just afraid that she'll like it there so much... she'll meet new people... she'll meet new guys... they might be cooler than me..."* *then hears Abdi: "Don't talk like that, dude! No one is cooler than you and Kiki knows that!"*

Matteo: *nods at what Abdi says* Exactly! You're the coolest, man, and Kiki knows that! *sees Jonas look at him surprised and only shrugs one shoulder* Look, thing is... if you prophet doom and gloom from the get-go then it won't work out. *sees Jonas nod and hears him say: "Exactly. We are going to have a nice evening now, you are going to relax a little and tomorrow you're going to get together with her again and you'll talk about it again. It's going to work out!"* *nods again and grins* And now go get the beer and then we'll distract you a little, ok?

David: *has to smile slightly when Matteo is talking about doom and gloom* *has experience with that* *sees Carlos nod at Jonas' suggestion and hears him say: "Okay, maybe you're right!"* *grins slightly and says* I'm really sure we are right! *sees Carlos pick himself up when he hears Matteo's words and then hears him say to Abdi: "I've also got chips in the cabinet over there. Go get them, Brudi!"* *sees Carlos leave the living room to get beer from somewhere and once he's left the room hears Jonas murmur: "That situation really sucks... I can really understand him..."* *nods and quietly says* Me too... but it's probably more helpful to encourage him than pull him down... *also wraps his other arm around Matteo and squeezes him close* *briefly hides his face on his shoulder and sighs quietly when he thinks about the fact that their future somehow isn't really certain, either* *is really afraid that he'll also only get accepted somewhere outside of Berlin and that Matteo will offer to move away with him because he really doesn't want to ask that of him*

Matteo: *nods at Jonas' words* Yeah it is... *also nods at David's words* We'll distract him a little, I think that's good... *wraps his arm around David when he squeezes him close* *quickly presses a kiss to his hair and whispers* Hey, that's not us, ok? *apparently didn't whisper quietly enough because he can hear Abdi laugh and say: "Nothing could tear you apart, anyways!"* *only shrugs one shoulder at that comment and doesn't say anything because Carlos returns with a six-pack beer* *sees Carlos start to open and hand out the bottles* *looks at David* I can also get you something else? *hears Carlos laugh a little: "Caution, caution, the alcohol police is here again. Mister Schreibner mustn’t exceed the alcohol level of 0.01!"*

David: *has to smile at the words Matteo whispers to him and nods slightly but still can't quite turn off his thoughts on that topic* *hears Abdi and grins slightly* *was just about to answer him that he would probably chain himself to Matteo if somebody were to try it when Carlos returns to the living room and starts opening the bottles* *was just about to decline Matteo's offer and grab a beer from Carlos but then hears Carlos' words and thinks it's somehow unfair to Matteo – even if it's only meant as a joke. But when Matteo is worried about him because of that that then it's only something between Matteo and him and the others shouldn't really meddle in that* *therefore changes his mind, looks at Matteo, smiles slightly and says* That would be nice, I don't really feel like beer today... *hears Jonas laugh and Carlos look pretty surprised: "Ey, come on, Brudi, at least one!"* *shakes his head and laughs quietly* Have been quite a lot of "at least one beers" lately... don’t want it to become a habit...

Matteo: *looks a little dumbfounded when he hears Carlos' comment* *didn't really mean it like that and just wanted to offer David an alternative* *is a little surprised when David actually agrees with him and sits up immediately* *looks at Carlos* We're too old to care for peer pressure, aren't we? *gets up and asks Carlos* Your glasses are still where they used to be? *sees Carlos nod and open his mouth but interrupts him* Thanks, I'll just go help myself from the fridge. *leaves the living room to get a glass and something else for David to drink from the kitchen* *therefore doesn't hear how Carlos asks David: "Does that really not annoy you?"*

David: *releases Matteo from his grasp when he immediately tries to get up and grins slightly when he hears his comment about peer pressure* *briefly looks after Matteo gratefully and then hears Carlos' question* *at first looks at him a little astonished but then laughs quietly* What? That my boyfriend worries about me!? *hears Carlos: "Well, but it's still kinda your decision, isn't it?"* *nods and shrugs one shoulder* Sure. But he's not forbidding anything... he simply suggests alternatives. *hears Carlos again: "It would still really annoy me..."* *thinks that it would probably annoy him if Matteo started to argue about it, but so far, Matteo has always let him do his thing when he decided to have alcohol and has always accepted his decision* *then hears Jonas say to Carlos: "Imagine a doctor had told Kiki that she shouldn't drink too much alcohol... and she would still drink with the girls all the time... then you would also say something at some point, wouldn't you?"* *sees Carlos think about it and before he says: "Yes, but that's something completely different... but if Kiki would do that with me, I'd tell her something!"* *can't really believe what he just heard and laughs out loud* Why? Because you're the man and she's the woman? So much for equality!

Matteo/mostly the boys: *has found a glass and is now trying to decide between the different juices in the fridge* *Jonas laughs and nods in affirmation at David's words: "Yes, Carlos, that's really macho-y of you"* *Carlos shakes his head: "No, I'm just saying... you're old enough, you can decide for yourself what you want... it's exhausting if he always says something!"* *Jonas shakes his head: "He doesn't forbid him anything. He just worries. And like I said, I would bet quite a lot that if it were Kiki you'd be even more persistent."* *Abdi sighs and quietly says: "I'd love to have a girlfriend who worries about me."* *comes back into the living room with a glass and a few bottles under each arm* I didn't know what you wanted so I brought water, apple juice, orange juice and pineapple juice... *looks at David questioningly and only then realizes that everyone stopped talking the moment he came into the room* Should I leave again?

David: *quietly laughs at Carlos' words again* But that's exactly what I'm doing! I decide for myself! *then shakes his head when Carlos says that Matteo is exhausting, groans and leans back in resignation* *nods at Jonas' words, smiles slightly at Abdi's words and then looks up when Matteo enters the living room loaded with bottles* *smiles at him lovingly and takes two of the bottles from him to put them on the coffee table* *quietly murmurs "thanks" to him* *immediately shakes his head when Matteo asks if he should leave again and reaches his arms out for him* *somehow really feels like protecting him after the things Carlos has just said* *hears Abdi answer Matteo's question honestly: "No, you can stay! Carlos just thought you were annoying!"* *looks at Abdi a little deprecatingly and hears Jonas laugh: "Yes, but we were actually done with the topic... right?!"* *sees Jonas look at everyone a little provokingly and nods immediately* I agree!

Matteo: *puts the other two bottles and the glass down on the coffee table and thinks that David will just help himself* *grins slightly when David reaches out for him and immediately gets back to his previous spot next to him, leans against him and takes David's hand* *laughs slightly at Abdi's answer and looks at Carlos* Is that so? *sees Carlos simply shrug but he doesn't give an explanation* *then hears that they are apparently done with the topic and that he apparently won't get an explanation* Let's just see how annoying he'll find me when I finish him off at Mario Kart! *hears Jonas laugh and Abdi say: "Carlos actually wanted to play Zelda!"* *grins slightly at the mention of Zelda and remembers David and him talking about it but then also remembers what happened afterwards* *holds onto David and wraps both arms around him tightly* Don't run away.

David: *puts one arm around Matteo when he sits back down next to him and entwines their fingers with a smile when Matteo takes his hand* *is actually glad that they are apparently done with the topic, that no one mentions it again and that Matteo then suggests they start to play* *when he hears Abdi's comment he sees Jonas look at Carlos and hears him ask: "How far are you now, Brudi?"* *sees Carlos get up and turn on the TV and the console and hears him answer: "I reached level 28 yesterday..."* *sees Jonas nod appreciatively and in that moment feels Matteo's arms tighten around him and hears his words* *grins slightly and presses a kiss to his forehead* *murmurs quietly* Don't worry... those times are behind me... *then hears Abdi: "Ey, is our character still saved?! Then maybe we can continue playing with that one..."* *sees Carlos nod: "Of course!" and hears him say while sitting back on the couch: "So, I'd say I start because my day sucked the most!"* *grins slightly and carefully pulls away from Matteo's hug* *indicates with his head that he wants to pour himself something to drink and spontaneously decides to have apple juice* *leans back again with his glass, puts his arm back around Matteo, takes a sip and then watches Carlos as he starts the game*

Matteo: *grins slightly when David says that those times are behind him* Good... *squeezes him again and then lets go of him so that he can pour himself something to drink* *reaches for his beer and also takes a sip* *Carlos gets into position and starts the game* No, man, Carlos, pass him from the left and take the axe! Take the axe, man! *shakes his head when Carlos doesn't listen to him* *murmurs* Every time... *hears Jonas laugh when Carlos doesn't manage to pass the opponent: "You should have taken the axe"* *only shakes his head and leans back against David* *murmurs "they are all stupid" and buries his face on David's neck*

David: *grins when Matteo starts giving advice to Carlos and when he – probably out of protest – ignores them and laughs quietly when Carlos does screw up* *grins again when Matteo leans against him, presses a quick kiss to his forehead and starts to card through his hair in consolation* *murmurs back* And you being the expert here... *then hears Abdi say: "Ey, but we don't do 'everyone has three lives' right? That would take forever with some of us..."* *sees Jonas nod: "I agree... everyone plays for 15 minutes?"* *nods in agreement and says* Sounds good! *then sees Carlos try the opponent another time and this time really take the axe and get close to the opponent from the left* *nudges Matteo and quietly says* You see... he's able to learn, after all! *then hears Carlos while still staring at the screen: "I can hear you, by the way! You can talk big in a minute when it's your turn!"* *laughs quietly* *just like Matteo he has already played that part of the game and doesn't think that he'll have a lot of difficulty*

Matteo: *closes his eyes when David cards through his hair* *pouts overdramatically and nods* I am. *nods at the suggestion of 15 minutes with his eyes still closed* *opens them when he hears David's comment and turns his head slightly to see what Carlos is doing* *pffs slightly at Carlos' comment* You're not getting any more tips from me... *then hears Jonas laugh and hears him ask: "How far are you, Luigi? Still 31?"* *nods* Yes, I haven't played in a while...

David: *sees Abdi grin at Matteo's comment and sees him look over at them: "Have been busy with other things, have you?"* *directs his secretary's-office-look at Abdi and then looks at Matteo for a moment to check on him, his hand still in Matteo's hair* *until now hasn't really noticed that Matteo really isn't playing Zelda anymore and briefly wonders if it has something to do with his disappearance after the sandwich-feast and quietly says to him* We could have played that yesterday... *then hears Jonas comment on Carlos' game: "Oh man, Brudi, I'd really like to know how you even got this far – you've missed another diamond mine! Go back again!"* *hears Carlos: "Huh? Where?!" and then Jonas' description of where Carlos is supposed to go* *looks back at the screen for a moment, takes another sip of apple juice and puts the glass down on the floor next to him to not have to move too much and to not ruin the comfortable position he and Matteo are in*

Matteo: *grins back at Abdi and shrugs* *then looks at David when he hears his quiet comment and shakes his head* Then it wouldn't be original anymore... *listens to Jonas and Carlos and is glad that he has stopped giving advice to Carlos* *then hears Abdi announce: "Your 15 minutes are over, who's next?"* *hears Carlos say: "David, I want to see how good he is..."* *grumbles slightly because that means that he has to move*

David: *grins slightly at Matteo's comment and quietly says* It wasn't anyways... I've stayed with you, after all... *briefly buries his nose in Matteo's hair* *then hears that he's supposed to play next and nods* *pulls away from Matteo and scoots from the armchair down on the floor to better reach the controller that Carlos is holding out to him* *hasn't played the game in forever and it takes some time for him to get used to the controller again and to figure out at which point in the game they are at the moment* *hears Carlos: "Oh man, Brudi, if you're also better at video games than us then we won't invite you anymore..."* *grins without looking away from the screen* Don't worry... I play video games way too rarely for that... *really screws up a jump in that exact moment and has to go back quite a bit to repeat a part of the way*

Matteo: *grins slightly and nods* True... *stretches out on the armchair when David scoots down to the floor to play* *laughs at Carlos' comment and shakes his head* That I want to see... *then hears Carlos laugh and sees him shake his head slightly: "No, no, just kidding... I would miss you too much!"* *sees Carlos stick his tongue out at him and rolls his eyes* *suddenly Abdi is standing next to him: "Ey, Luigi, could we go to the kitchen for a moment to talk?"* *is pretty surprised and glances at Jonas in confusion who only shrugs* Umm, yeah, sure... *pulls himself up and follows Abdi to the kitchen* *looks at Abdi expectantly who at first beats around the bush before eventually saying: "Yeah, man, I don’t want to annoy the others with it all the time, but I constantly have to think about Sam..."* *is a little surprised that Abdi has picked him for this conversation instead of Jonas* Dude, I don't know if I can help you with that... *sees Abdi nod: "Sure you can, man, you didn't give up with David, either..."* *slightly shakes his head* Well... but that was somehow a little different... have you already told her? *sees Abdi nod carefully: "At the Abiball... but she wasn't really that enthusiastic..." *suddenly feels sorry for Abdi and shrugs slightly* That sucks, man, I'm sorry... but I really can't help you much with that... *hears Abdi sigh and ask: "So you don't think that I should keep trying?"* *shrugs* Dunno... no? I mean it doesn't really sound that great... but maybe you should rather ask Jonas... or David... I'm sure they're better at that then me...

David: *only briefly looks away from the screen when Abdi and Matteo leave the living room and continues to play because he really has to concentrate* Arghs... how do I change weapons again!? *randomly presses several buttons* *hears Jonas: "triangle and circle!"* *nods and does that* Thanks... *then hears Carlos: "Ey, what was that about!? What does Abdi want from Matteo now?! /I/ am his bro..."* *grins slightly and concentrates on the game and absentmindedly says* I thought we were all bros... *hears Jonas: "Probably something only Matteo can help him with... and what he's obviously embarrassed about in front of us... but that's okay..."* *agrees with Jonas* *wins over some opponents and moves a level up* *pumps his fist into the air and grins* *sees Carlos look stunned: "Ey, I can't believe it!"* *shrugs and says with a grin* You put in the groundwork for it... *continues playing and eventually hears Carlos: "They have been gone for quite some time..."* *only shrugs and hears Jonas laugh: "One could almost think that you're jealous..." and Carlos immediately answers: "Nonsense!"*

Matteo: *sees Abdi shake his head: "No, I want to know what you think..."* *hums slightly and thinks about it again* *then looks at Abdi and slowly says* I think, maybe... you simply have to make a decision... either you talk to her again, tell her that you need a clear statement and then you'll see what she says... or you keep waiting... but waiting forever can also suck... *shrugs slightly* I mean, to have an unrequited crush is really... exhausting... *sees Abdi nod and hears him say: "You're right. I simply have to make a decision."* *nods* Sorry that I can't be of more help... *sees Abdi shake his head: "You helped. Thanks."* Okay... do we wanna go back? *sees Abdi nod, pats him on the back and goes back into the living room with him*

David: *hears Abdi and Matteo come back to the living room but doesn't really look up from the screen but only grins slightly and says* You were sorely missed! *hears Abdi: "By you?!"* *laughs quietly and now briefly glances at Matteo, after all* From me, too... *then hears Jonas: "No, Carlos was jealous..." and Carlos: "I wasn't you ass!" and Abdi again: "Isn't anybody checking the time here?! Why is David still playing?"* *shrugs and says with a grin* Because I'm simply good... *kills another opponent but then hits pause* *leans back against the armchair, basically between Matteo's legs, who has sat back down again* *holds the controller out* Who wants to play next?

Matteo: *laughs* Don't worry, Carlos, I didn't steal him from you... *sits back down on the armchair and moves his leg a little apart when David leans against the armchair* *sees Jonas take the controller and scoot around a little* Finish the level, dude *hears Jonas laugh: "I'll do my best!"* *leans forward to grab his beer from the table and presses a kiss to David's temple on his way* *leans back and notices Carlos watching him* *lifts his eyebrows in question* Hm?

David: *hands the controller over to Jonas and watches as he begins to play* *makes some space when Matteo leans forward to grab his beer and smiles when he kisses him on the temple* *leans his head against Matteo's leg when he sits back again* *hears Matteo's "hm?" and sees Carlos shake his head: "Nothing!"* *notices that Carlos still doesn't seem to look satisfied but now turns to Abdi instead: "How are you, Brudi? Everything okay"* *has to grin slightly because he somehow finds it adorable that Carlos really seems to be jealous but doesn't comment on it to not annoy Carlos any further*

Matteo: *nods slightly amused when Carlos says that it's nothing and he then immediately asks Abdi* *sees Abdi slowly nod and hears him say: "Yeah, yeah, everything okay..."* *thinks that this doesn’t help much right now but can't really do anything about it at the moment* *slightly nudges David with his foot* *waits for him to look up and then only grins* *then hears Jonas yell "Yeesss" and quickly looks over to see that he has defeated a big opponent* Neat! *then hears Carlos ask Abdi again: "There's something wrong, just spit it out" and Abdi's answer: "Man, Brudi, everything's okay, I just have to think about a few things."* *sees Carlos face darken: "I think that's really retarded that you won't tell me what's going on."*

David: *looks up at Matteo when he nudges him with his foot and grins back, but then also looks over to Jonas and nods appreciatively when he sees what opponent he has defeated* *tries to ignore Carlos' and Abdi's conversation even though he doesn't really like it that Carlos won't accept that Abdi apparently doesn't want to talk about it with him right now* *but then draws up his eyebrows when Carlos uses "retarded" once again and sits up a little* *looks at him a little angrily* Man Carlos! *sees him look at him blankly and slightly shakes his head* Sucks! You wanted to say sucks instead of retarded! *hears Jonas say in confusion: "Did I miss something?!" and Abdi answer shortly: "Yes...." and Carlos' annoyed: "Retarded... sucks... that's all the same!"* *groans and laughs drily because Carlos really doesn't seem to understand* But it's not! *really wonders if it's worth arguing about it again or if it's no use anyways* *leans back but then sits up again and looks at Carlos* Just think about what you're saying. So everyone that sucks is retarded? Every retarded person sucks!?

Matteo: *grimaces slightly when David gets annoyed* *somehow understands him but thinks that Carlos simply can't be changed in that matter* *sees Carlos shake his head in confusion when he hears David's explanation* *then hears Jonas who has obviously paused the game: "Well, I think David is right. Maybe you should think a little more about what kind of words you use, Carlos."* *sees Carlos look a little helpless and hears him say: "Matteo also says retarded!"* *looks at him very indignantly* Hello? I don't... and besides, I'm not your protective shield in this!

David: *looks at Jonas gratefully when he is on his side but still wonders why no one in the friend group has addressed this topic in the past* *pulls up his eyebrows when Carlos pulls Matteo into this and laughs quietly – also about Matteo defending himself* And even if Matteo would also say it, then I would be just as annoyed... that's not an excuse. *slightly shakes his head* *then hears Carlos defend himself: "Ey, the word is simply stuck... I don't even really think about it..."* *hears Jonas again: "What I said, Brudi: Just think about it before speaking!"* *sees Carlos look between him and Jonas, eventually lift his hands in defense and hears him say: "Okay, okay, if it's soooo important to you then I'll just say sucks from now on..."* *still doesn't think that Carlos understood what this is about but still nods and leans back again* *sees Jonas start the game again and hears Carlos add: "But Matteo really also says it! You have to pay attention to it..."* *suppresses a grin and crosses his arms in front of his chest* *reaches one hand up and searches for Matteo's fingers*

Matteo: *looks at Carlos and lifts his eyebrows at David's words as if trying to say "you see, there's no point"* *only shakes his head at the rest of the conversation* *also thinks that Carlos doesn't really realize what it's about* *then hears Carlos pull him in again* Dude! Stop /sucking/ so much* *emphasizes "sucking" extra and sees Carlos grimace at him* *only shows him the middle finger and then reaches for David's outstretched hand* *entwines his fingers with David's and squeezes them for a moment* *then hears Jonas say: "I gotta pee. Who wants to play?"* *sees him hold up the controller and points at Abdi with his free hand*

David: *grins again at Matteo's choice of words, but then puts the topic behind him for today* *then smiles when Matteo entwines their fingers and with his free hand reaches for his apple juice to take a sip* *is glad that Matteo doesn't jump at the chance to play after Jonas and he therefore doesn't have to move* *puts his glass back down, leans his head against Matteo's leg again and relaxes* *watches Abdi take the controller and hears him negotiate: "Ey but your four minutes are wasted then, right? You can't add them next round!"* *sees Jonas grin at Abdi: "You can have them!" and Abdi beam: "Really?" and Carlos' complaint: "Ey, new rules have to be voted on!"* *only grins when Jonas only says: "I'm in favor!" and disappears to the toilet* *sees Carlos look at him and Matteo expectantly and shrugs* *laughs quietly* I really don't care... can I abstain from voting?

Matteo: *laughs at the discussion and says* I'm in favor of us discussing this for four more minutes* *sees Carlos shake his head: "You're really annoying today, Florenzi."* *laughs* Oh, last names, now I'm scared! *slightly tilts his head and shrugs* Okay, okay, I'm against it... whatever Carlos is saying is true... *takes the last sip of his beer* But only if you get me another beer... *grins because Abdi has already started to play and no one really paid attention to when exactly he started*

David: *follows the discussion with a grin but is too relaxed to participate in it* *instead watches Abdi who has already started to play* *but then hears Carlos say to Matteo: "I'll do that in a minute, we first have to resolve this! David, you have to make a decision! We're at a tie!"* *groans* *then hears Carlos add amusedly: "I knew that a fifth Brudi would one day come in handy"* *has to grin but then says to Carlos without looking away from Abdi's game* Have you really thought about being against it? What if I wanted to give you 10 minutes of my time later? Then you couldn't even accept them... *briefly glances at Carlos and sees him think about it and eventually skeptically say: "Yes but you won't do that anyways... right?"* *shrugs and grins* Who knows!? *looks back at the screen where nothing exciting is happening right now* *hears Carlos: "I'll just go get beer..."*

Matteo: *listens to David's and Carlos' discussion* *has to suppress a laugh when David turns the tables* *then sees Carlos disappear into the kitchen and leans down to press a kiss to David's cheek* You're evil! *laughs* I like it... *then hears Abdi: "No flirting and making out now, I have to concentrate!"* *only laughs again and shakes his head* Pretty tense here...

David: *smiles when he gets a kiss on the cheek and grins at Matteo's words* *slightly wiggles his eyebrows* *but then grimaces when he hears Abdi's words, briefly looks at him and quietly and laughingly says* Then just look at the screen – then you won't even notice any of this... *then looks up at Matteo again longingly and slightly pulls on his hand* *wants a proper kiss as long as Jonas and Carlos are gone and Abdi's busy*

Matteo: *grins slightly when David looks up and pulls on his hand* *peeks over to Abdi and sees him stare at the screen in concentration* *then leans down and waits for David to turn his head so that he can kiss him* *manages for 2 seconds before hearing Jonas' voice: "That looks uncomfortable, guys"* *sighs theatrically and looks at Jonas* *Jonas laughs and lifts his hands in defense: "Hey, if that's your thing then I didn't say anything!"* *looks at David* I feel like we need new friends *isn't serious about that, of course*

David: *closes his eyes when Matteo finally kisses him and quietly grumbles in protest when he hears Jonas' voice and they pull apart* *looks at Jonas a little chastisingly and grins when he lifts his hands in defense* *shrugs at Matteo's words and laughs quietly* Well, but if he's right... it really was quite uncomfortable... *sees Jonas nod happily: "Ey, I'm always right – well, okay, most of the time!"* *has also let go of Matteo's hand because his own arm had been uncomfortably pressing on his binder for quite some time because of the weird angle and sits up straight again and stretches a little* *then hears Abdi: "I've told Carlos several times that his parents really need to get another couch..."* *sees Carlos come back with beer: "And where are they supposed to put it!? There's barely enough space for the furniture that's already here... it's really time for me to move out..."* *sees Carlos hand out the beer and also hold one out for him* *hesitates briefly but then shakes his head* *smiles and says* No, thanks, I'll have one next time...

Matteo: *only shrugs* Just because he's right doesn't mean that he isn't annoying... *but then grins at Jonas who is sticking his tongue out at him* *hears Abdi say to Carlos: "We should start a flatshare. A bro flatshare, you and I!"* *grins slightly because that would probably end in utter chaos* *scoots back on the armrest and nudges David with his foot so that he looks up* *then pads the empty space beside him on the armchair* Come up so that we can make out properly... *grins when Abdi and Carlos immediately protest and laughs*

David: *sees Carlos' face lighten up when he hears Abid's suggestion and hears him say: "Yes, awesome! Really, let's plan something!"* *grins slightly because he can somehow imagine what it would look like in their flatshare* *looks up at Matteo when he nudges him with his foot and sees that he has scooted back on the armrest* *laughs at his words and even more at Carlos' and Abdi's protests but immediately pulls himself up on the armchair next to Matteo and leans against him* *hears Jonas: " Well that already looks more comfortable! I'm just thinking about your comfort, guys!" and Carlos: "Ey, but we're not here to make out but to play!" and Abdi, who is still staring at the screen: "Exactly!"* *is a little uncertain again that it might sometimes really bother the guys when he's always with them and when he and Matteo are always so close and therefore scoots a little away from Matteo* *sees that Carlos is watching him and looks at him apologetically* *hears him laugh: "Ey, David, Brudi, that was a joke. As long as you won't start to fuck here and still somehow participate in what's going on, everything's fine."* *also smiles a little and relaxes slightly* *slightly shrugs and murmurs* Well, but it would also be okay if it annoyed you... *hesitates briefly and then adds* ...or if you wanted to see Matteo again without me... *thinks that Hanna and Kiki aren't always there, either* *hears Abdi sigh: "Now he's back at this again..."*

Matteo: *immediately puts his arm around David when he sits down next to him and ignores Abdi's and Carlos' protests* *knows that they are mostly doing it to tease him* *slightly tilts his head at Carlos' comment* Do you see any of us play? *but then feels David scoot away from him and ok, now it's not funny anymore* *pulls him back and is just thinking about how to tell Carlos when he already talks and puts it into perspective* *then shakes his head when David says that it would be okay if they were annoyed* *quietly says* Nooo! *frowns and shakes his head* *then can already hear Carlos' laugh: "Brudi, you're not here when we meet Matteo without you, but believe me, no one here wants that."* *says very drily* Haha. *but then also sees Carlos looking at David a little more serious: "Listen, Brudi, you're a Brudi now, we tease each other, we say things because we know that it annoys the other, we make fun of each other, but we are honest and we tell each other our opinions and we are arguing with each other, but we are also there for each other. And you're in it now, if you want to or not. Well okay, if you really don't want to then not, but it's not because we wouldn't want you. Okay?"* *looks at Carlos surprised and grateful and hears Jonas and Abdi simultaneously add "exactly, Brudi"*

David: *lets himself get pulled back by Matteo but is still quite tense* *but grins slightly when Carlos says that no one wants to see Matteo without him and briefly and lovingly looks over at him* *continues listening to Carlos who suddenly gets serious* *doesn't really know that side of him and is a little surprised that he can say other things than make stupid comments and is a little emotional when he realizes what he's trying to say* *is a little overwhelmed and doesn't really know what to say* *looks at Carlos grateful and then also at Abdi and Jonas when they all agree* *then lowers his gaze in embarrassment and murmurs* Okay... thanks... *adds a little more embarrassed* And of course I want to... it's really pretty cool with you... *then slowly looks up again and shrugs* I just thought... because Hanna and Kiki don't hang out with you guys, either... *hears Jonas laugh: "They wouldn't do that voluntarily..." and Carlos add with a grin: "I think we're a little too much for them or something like that..."* *nods and slowly relaxes again at Matteo's side* *squeezes his arm behind Matteo's back and wraps it around his waist* *is pretty emotional right now and happy about the realization that he's really wanted here and that the boys like having him with them* *sees the three of them smile at him and Matteo and gets a little sheepish again* *is therefore glad when Abdi eventually says: "Okay, I was paying attention to the time: Including the minutes from Jonas I still have 6 minutes until it’s someone else's turn..."* *sees him start the game again and how everyone turns back to the screen* *uses the time to look up at Matteo and to press a soft kiss to his chin*

Matteo: *slightly squeezes David when he thanks them because he figures that it really means something to him* *laughs simultaneously with Jonas when David mentions Hanna and Kiki and nods* They can only put up with us in rations... *grins at David when he snuggles closer again and squeezes him a little closer* *hears Abdi and thinks that this means that he still has 6 minutes until it's his turn* *looks at David when he kisses him, smiles and then kisses him properly* *then quietly and with a wicked grin says* You see?

David: *returns Matteo's kiss and relaxes even more when the other three really seem to not pay any attention to them but instead concentrate on Abdi's game* *smiles when he sees Matteo's wicked look and slightly shrugs* *quietly says* Well you are right every now and then... *tenderly runs his hand over Matteo's cheek and looks at him* *thinks that because of him his live has somehow changed completely, that for the first time he feels like he belongs and that he doesn't have to hide anymore*

Matteo: *grins slightly at his words* *shrugs* I've heard that happens... *tilts his head slightly when David looks at him like /this/* *nudges him slightly* Don't look at me like that... *adds even more quietly* Otherwise I'll have to give my round to Abdi and have to drag you home...

David: *gets nudged by Matteo and slightly grins at his words* *briefly lowers his gaze in embarrassment, but then looks at him again and blushes slightly when he hears his next words* *murmurs quietly and with a slight grin* I wouldn't mind... *briefly looks at the boys, then back at Matteo and sighs quietly* ...but... we should stay for a little longer... for one or two more rounds or so... *as much as he would love to be alone with Matteo he still thinks that it would maybe be a little unfair to the others, especially since they haven't even been here for two hours and the others have just taken a stand for him* *then looks at him again like /this/, puts his hand back to his cheek and pulls him down to kiss him again* *pulls him down even further so that he can whisper in his ear* ...love you pretty much... *then kisses his ear and his cheek and slowly lets go of him again* *thinks that with and because of Matteo somehow everything feels right and sighs happily* *then hears Carlos' voice: "One more minute, Brudi! Just finish that one off already..."*

Matteo: *feels his heartbeat speed up when David gets embarrassed and how incredible it still feels that he's the reason for it* *grins slightly at his answer* *nods slowly when he says that they should stay for a little longer* *then sees the look again and can't help but to beam* *was actually just about to tell him to stop it when he gets pulled into a kiss* *immediately forgets everything else* *feels his lips on his ear and hears his declaration of love and once again can't really believe that this is his life now* *feels the other kisses and how he lets go of him and buries his face in his neck* *kisses him and murmurs "I love you too" against his neck but isn't sure if he heard it* *then hears Carlos declare: "That's it Brudi, now it's Matteo's turn! Brudi, stop cuddling and show Abdi how it's done!"* *grumbles slightly but slowly pulls away from David* *then sees Carlos grin at David: "If you want to you can have me as a replacement!"*

David: *smiles slightly when Matteo kisses his neck and can only guess what he murmurs* *simply feels really happy right now and sighs quietly when Carlos announces that it's Matteo's turn* *lets go of him so that he can sit somewhere where he can reach the controller better and has to laugh when he hears Carlos' suggestion* *wiggles his eyebrows looking at the now-vacant armrest and says* Unfortunately I can only offer you an armrest… *is a little astonished at first but then laughs when Carlos really jumps up and lets himself fall down on the armchair and wraps an arm around him: "Like that?!"* *laughs even more but puts some distance between them* Umm... well... *sees Carlos' mock offended look: "What?! Am I not enough for you?!"* *laughs again and also hears Jonas and Abdi laugh* *is a little overwhelmed right now and is glad when Carlos sits up a little straighter and takes his arm off him and instead puts it on the backrest* *hears Abdi tell Matteo: "Alright – the clock is ticking!" and then watches Matteo play*

Matteo: *gets up and squeezes himself next to Jonas so that he can see the screen better* *then sees what Carlos is doing with David and is almost tempted to throw a pillow at him* *but then drops that thought because Carlos has already had to deal with enough today* *so only laughs slightly and imitates Carlos by making a comment that Carlos often says* I could say something now... *sees Carlos simply grin and shrug at him* *then hears Abdi announce that the clock is ticking and starts the game* *while playing realizes that he's still quite good at it and that it's a lot of fun* *finishes level 28 within a little more than 5 minutes and pumps his fists in the air in triumph*

David: *grins and is happy for Matteo when he moves up a level and joins in on the others' bellowing* *then reaches for his apple juice and takes a sip when he feels Carlos pats him on the shoulder and then asks everyone: "Ey but back to Kiki... what should I act like now? I don't want to seem too clingy, but if I don't somehow tell her how important this is for me she might really think that I wouldn't care or something like this..."* *puts down his apple juice and first waits for what the others are going to say* *but only hears Jonas say: "Just tell her exactly that...", but he’s concentrating more on the screen and Matteo's game* *also glances at the game but then says to Carlos* I kind of agree with Jonas. *briefly gnaws on his bottom lip and thinks before adding* I would definitely tell her that she's important to you and that it's important to you that you continue the relationship and to see each other regularly... I think that doesn't come across as too clingy or anything...* *shrugs* And you can simply ask her opinion about changing universities to go back to Berlin after one or two semesters in Halle... I mean if that's even possible... *sees Carlos run a hand through his hair and look slightly desperate: "Man, I really hope that works out! No one manages four years of long-distance relationship, right!?"* *hears Abdi: "Man, Brudi, just enjoy the time while she's still here!"*

Matteo: *starts the next level and therefore can't really participate in the conversation* *hears what the others are saying and nods in agreement* *only says* I agree... *hears Jonas laugh: "To what exactly?"* *feels a little caught and says* Umm... to what David said... *hears Jonas and also Abdi laugh again: "Of course!"* *pauses the game and leans back* No, seriously... I agree... you can't play any games now... tell her the truth... what you want, I mean... *then grins slightly* Make a clear statement... sometimes that works out really well...

David: *grins at Matteo's words and Abdi's and Jonas' laughter and lovingly looks at Matteo* *then nods at Matteo’s words and decisively adds* Exactly! *sees Carlos look between them and then hears him ask: "So it worked out for you that way?"* *laughs quietly but also grimaces slightly* *hesitates a little and looks over to Matteo to check in before he carefully says* Let's put it this way... if we... well, or mostly me... would have made clear statements from the beginning, we would have gotten together 4 weeks earlier and would have saved us a lot of... crap... *thinks that it wasn't only crap but lovesickness at its best but doesn't say it* *is glad that those times are behind them* *looks at Carlos and says* Believe me, if you are open you save yourself a lot of crap! And Kiki, as well... *sees Carlos nod and hears him sigh: "Okay, I'll try..."* *then hears Jonas: "It's really something that Davenzi seem to be our new experts when it comes to relationships, right?!"* *laughs quietly and shakes his head* Sure, because we have sooo much experience...

Matteo: *smiles and nods slightly when David looks at him* *then nods slightly at his answer* Well, we did have a few clear statements that led to success... *nods again when David is talking about openness* *laughs at Jonas' words and looks at him* Davenzi, seriously? *then shakes his head at David's words* It's only about the success rate and it's definitely the highest in our case *laughs when Jonas and Carlos simultaneously complain with "Ey!"* *only laughs drily and then continues playing*

David: *grins at Matteo's addition and nods* Yes, to the small successes... *thinks about the fact that he immediately showed up at Matteo's doorstep when he held a gun to his head and about the fact that his coming-out to Matteo was also a small success – even though there was a bit of a time lag because it has somehow been ruined by the outing in the school* *has to grin when Carlos and Jonas simultaneously complain about Matteo, but doesn't further comment on it further and watches Matteo play* *at some point hears Carlos again: "Ey, Brudi, but I have one more question: If openness is so great and leads to success why weren't you, like, open to Matteo from the beginning?"* *takes a deep breath and then says: "Because I was scared... that Matteo would no longer like me when I'm open..."* *sees Carlos nod satisfied: "That's what I thought! And I am also scared of openness even though I theoretically know that it's for the best!"* *laughs quietly and shakes his head* That's something completely different. You're already together with Kiki and you know that she loves you! She knows you! *clears his throat and then says a little more insecurely* In my case it was more about being afraid that Matteo would no longer like me once he learns that I'm trans. I just felt like I would keep an important detail about me from him... but Kiki already knows everything about you and probably loves you because of it... *sees Carlos stare at him and doesn't know if it's a good sign or a bad sign and if Carlos understood what he was trying to say or not* *at some point feels Carlos put his arm around his shoulders again and hears him say: "Ey, Brudi! I think it's better if you talk to Kiki for me..."* *laughs quietly and only says* Nonsense, you can do it...

Matteo: *at first doesn't really hear Carlos' question because he has to focus on an opponent* *only realizes Jonas getting a little tense next to him* *but then hears David's answer and quickly glances over at them, after all* *is a little annoyed that he has missed the question* *is glad when Abdi nudges him and tells him "your time's up"* *pauses the game and looks over at Carlos and David* *has to grin at David's answer because it's true and David can say it so well* *can't really blame Carlos for suggesting that David should talk to Kiki* *hears Jonas laugh next to him: "Good idea, we'll turn David into our relationship guru, if there’s anything wrong you can talk to Hanna for me..."* *hears Abdi say: "Only poor Matteo has to do his relationship conversations for himself..." *grins and shrugs* I can manage...

David: *blushes when even Jonas starts with Hanna, lowers his gaze and shakes his head* I can't really do that, either... only in theory... *then hears Abdi and Matteo and lovingly looks at Matteo* Exactly! Basically Matteo is even better at it than I am... he was much more open and brave! *sees Jonas look at Matteo with a smile and Carlos look at Matteo scrutinizingly and how he eventually shakes his head: "No, I don't believe it!"* *leans forward and pours some more apple juice* *shrugs and grins slightly* But it's true... *then realizes that Carlos is distracted and looking at the screen: "Ey, is it my turn? Is the time up?!"* *hears Abdi laugh: "Today you don't notice anything, Digga..."* *sees Carlos get up and shoo Matteo from his spot: "Move over... or go back over there to cuddle... it's my turn!"* *takes a sip and was just about to lean back and relax while Carlos sits down and reaches for the controller when he looks at him and Matteo again: "Ey, but I have one more question for you: If you were in this situation now, let's say Luigi has a university spot in Berlin and David in Halle... what would you do then?"* *feels a stab in his stomach because those are exactly the thoughts he had at the beginning of this whole Kiki-Carlos long-distance-relationship-drama, so only shakes his head and murmurs* You don't even wanna know... *then gets up and asks* Where's the bathroom? *has to go anyways and doesn't really want to answer the question honestly and is therefore glad when Abdi immediately answers: "Next to the front door!"* *nods and lightly runs a hand over Matteo’s arm on his way out of the living room as Matteo has now made his way back to the armchair*

Matteo: *shakes his head* That's not true... you're really good at it... *slightly shakes his head when David says that he's much better at it* *but then smiles when he looks at him like this* *sticks his tongue out at Carlos* Did you hear? It's true! *only laughs when Carlos realizes that it's his turn and gets up from his seat* *takes his beer from the table when Carlos asks the question and freezes slightly* *immediately knows the answer but also knows that David probably doesn’t not want to hear it* *immediately looks at David and doesn't really know what he wants to say with the answer* Umm... *then sees David basically flee from the living room and lets himself drop on the armchair with a sigh* *hears Carlos say a little remorseful: "Sorry, did I put my foot in my mouth?"* *shakes his head* No... don't know... not really... I told him that I would go wherever he goes... I have no idea what I want to do, anyways...

David: *is in the bathroom and hopes that they will be done with the topic when he returns to the living room* *has been asking himself the theoretical question of what would happen if Matteo and he were to be in a similar situation and caught himself thinking that he would then study something else that he could do closer to Matteo* *has been really shocked about that thought and therefore not really thought about it much further – but because of Carlos' question it has come back* *knows that it's all just in theory but still worries about what if Matteo really does find something that interests him, and that Matteo and him feel so comfortable in Berlin and that their friends are here, that it would actually be crazy to leave that city again* *still can't get used to the idea that Matteo would really go with him and sacrifice himself so much that he simply hopes that his applications in Hamburg and Köln won't work out and that he'll instead get accepted in Potsdam or Berlin* *then also wonders why Kiki has already received her acceptance letter and he hasn’t, and thinks that his letters will probably arrive within the next few days* *stares at himself in the mirror for some time after washing his hands but then sighs quietly and goes back into the living room* *then sees that Carlos is now playing and that the others are concentrating and commenting on the game* *sits down on the armrest next to Matteo and with a smile runs his hand through his hair* *then also looks at the screen and is glad that they seem to be done with that topic*

Matteo: *sees everyone nod and hears Jonas say: "I get it... I still hope that you'll stay in Berlin."* *sees everyone nod again and how Carlos then starts to play* *looks toward the bathroom and hopes that David is all right and that he isn't thinking of some worst-case-scenarios right now* *smiles when he comes back and sits down next to him* *immediately leans his head against him and searches for his hand to squeeze it* *wants to ask him if everything is okay or at least tell him that he still wants to go wherever he goes, but thinks that right now isn't the right moment and plans on mentioning it when they are alone again*

David: *puts his arm around Matteo when he leans his head against him and presses a quick kiss on his hair* *entwines their fingers when he reaches for his hand and briefly returns the squeeze* *then figures that as long as they're together nothing else matters and relaxes again somewhat* *at some point hears Abdi ask: "Do we take any games on our trip or are we going cold turkey?"* *hears Carlos: "I'm against cold turkey!" and Jonas: "Ey, the girls will kill us if we bring the playstation! It's about doing stuff with everyone..."* *sees Abdi grin: "That's what we're doing right now!"* *also grins slightly* Yes, but maybe outside... with exercise and stuff... *sees Carlos grimace slightly for a moment: "And what are we gonna do if it rains for a week!"?*

Matteo: *closes his eyes a little because it's simply so comfortable right now* *only shakes his head slightly at Abdi's question* *laughs slightly and opens his eyes again* The girls won't see it like that... *grins at Carlos' question and wiggles his eyebrows* Lie in the tent and listen to the rain... *hears everyone laugh and Carlos say: "Yeah, yeah, you ol' romantic."* *only shrugs and grins*

David: *also laughs quietly at Matteo's words and tenderly runs a hand through his hair when he talks about lying in the tent when it rains* *thinks that it sounds really cozy and murmurs to Matteo* We'll do that! *sees Jonas stretch and hears him say: "Well, too bad that Carlos won't be able to as he's not sleeping in a tent..." and Carlos' answer: "Ey, I’ll definitely sleep one night in a tent – no matter what Kiki says!" and Abdi: "Oh, I'm quite happy with my spot on the couch..." and Jonas: "Wuss!" and Abdi: "Ey, it's totally not chill in a tent when it rains! If you have to go to the bathroom at night or something like that..." and Jonas again: "Man, then you just hold it or you just get a few drops of rain! How awful! Besides, it's not going to rain! We are going to have sunshine for two weeks and go into the lake every days!"* *amusedly listens to the conversation while running a hand over the back of Matteo's hand* *is really excited for their holiday and really hopes that the weather will be more or less good* *suddenly hears Carlos: "Ey, David, Brudi, how will it be for you and the lake, anyways... you'll come in with us during our holiday, right?"* *feels himself get a little tense at Carlos' question and eventually answers a little nervously and sheepishly* Hmmm, I... dunno... I think so. *is glad that he has at least ordered the swim binder but really doesn't know yet if he'll be brave enough to actually wear it and swim in the lake with the others*

Matteo: *only grins about the conversation about rain and tent* *doesn't think that’s going to be a problem* *only hopes that Carlos won't show up in their tent in the middle of the night* *then hears his question and immediately looks at David to see his reaction and to save him if he needs to* *squeezes his hand slightly* We can decide that spontaneously, right? *sees Carlos shrug* *then hears Abdi say: "We really don't care, dude. What you were or whatever..."* *shoots him an evil glance and grumbles* But it's not about you.

David: *returns Matteo's squeeze and is glad that he's here and that he understands him* *nods at his words and then gets even more embarrassed when he hears Abdi's words, even though he's sure he only means well* *hears Jonas agree with Matteo: "I agree. It's about the fact that David has to feel comfortable."* *smiles slightly and gratefully and then hears Carlos, who briefly looks up from the game and looks at him: "Well, but Abdi is also right. Maybe it even makes it somehow easier for you if you know that we really don't care. Aren't there those neoprene thingies... the ones that divers wear or something like that... if you wear something like that, for example, then you wouldn't even see anything, right?"* *briefly presses his lips together and nervously squeezes Matteo's hand because it’s completely new for him that this topic is discussed so openly and he doesn't really know what to make of it* *on the one hand thinks that it's really good to hear that the others don't care but on the other hand thinks that it's still his body, which he doesn't like at all the way it is, and he can't really estimate if he'll ever be able to deal with it as matter-of-factly as the others would like him to* *hesitates before eventually answering* Well... it's... cool that you don't care... *sighs quietly and shakes his head before quietly adding* ...but I do... *shrugs and insecurely responds to Carlos' comment* There are swim binders – they are similar to those neoprene diving tops... I... hmmm... I ordered one of those... but I really don't know yet, if I... *stops because he realizes that it's really difficult and is therefore glad when Jonas saves him: "Ey, Brudi, don't worry! If you feel like swimming and you're feeling comfortable, then just do it, and if you don't, then don't! Everything’s chill!"* *nods and sees Carlos and Abdi nod as well* *relaxes a little and then hears Abdi say to Carlos: "Ey, your time is up! It's David's turn!"* *grins slightly and waves it off* You can have 10 minutes from me – I promised... *sees Carlos grin and Abdi comment: "Ey, 10 minutes is really a lot..."* *leans a little more against Matteo and enjoys the 10 minutes of closeness to him he has left* *thinks that – as uncomfortable as talking about it is – it might be really good if the guys know how hard it is for him to go into the water and that they won't argue about it every day when they're at the lake – that it might somehow take away some of the pressure and that it really might be a little easier for him to really go swimming with them*

Matteo: *squeezes David's hand a little tighter and also changes his position a little so that he can wrap his arm around him* *nods at what Jonas says and is happy that he understands it* *is also happy that Abdi and Carlos are so cool with all of that but can also understand that it might be a little too much for David* *presses a kiss on David's temple and is glad when they seem to change the subject* *whispers at David* If you want to leave, you'll tell me, right?

David: *smiles slightly at Matteo’s words and murmurs* Everything okay… *thinks that it really is okay… the guys are interested and understanding and no one is pressuring him… it is probably just a feeling he still has to get used to* *then watches Carlos’ game again with the others until he pauses to take a sip of beer* *hears Jonas: “Ey, dude, get on with it… I’m meeting Hanna soon and I want to play again, as well!"* *sees Carlos shake his head unsympathetically and calmly put his beer back on the table: “Don’t rush me, Brudi! First, the mountain troll…”* *grins slightly when Carlos starts playing again but doesn’t manage to defeat the mountain troll* *hears Jonas groan: “Just let David play – he can do it!” and Carlos: “One more try!”* *watches as Carlos doesn’t manage it on his next try and then sees him hold the controller out to him* *grins slightly, quickly kisses Matteo on the forehead and then sits down on the floor in front of the armchair again and tries his luck with the mountain troll*

Matteo: *nods slightly when David says that everything is okay* *laughs when Jonas says that Carlos should let David play* *lets go of David when it’s his turn* *then watches Carlos make some space and reaches his arms out for him* *grins at him broadly* Come on, Carlos, I also need a replacement! *laughs when Carlos basically jumps on top of him and when he cuddles him* *hits him slightly and then pushes him back a little, after all* *hears Jonas laugh and say: “Well if Carlos was jealous because you were talking to Abdi then I’m jealous now, too… do you remember when I used to be your cuddle-buddy, Luigi?"* *gapes at him in shock and immediately looks at David to see his reaction* *hears Jonas backtrack quickly as he seems to have noticed what he had just said: “Well, I mean… not that I desperately want to cuddle you, but…”* *sees him shrug a little helplessly*

David: *starts the game and can see Carlos jump on Matteo from the corner of his eyes* *laughs quietly* *then hears Jonas and at first doesn’t think anything of it – only after Jonas stammers and backtracks does he realize what Jonas just said* *feels something tighten inside him but tries not to let it show because he thinks that it’s silly because they have already cleared this thing up and also because he doesn’t want Abdi and Carlos to notice anything and ask questions* *remembers how hard it was for Matteo to tell Jonas and wants to spare him from also having to explain himself to Abd and Carlos* *stares at the screen stubbornly and slightly petrified and presses some random buttons without really paying attention to what he’s doing until he hears Abdi: “Ey, dude, David what are you doing?! You definitely won’t defeat the troll like that!"* *forces himself to stop being so rigid and clears his throat because he somehow has a small lump in his throat* *murmurs without looking at anyone* Sorry… my mind was somewhere else… *takes a deep breath and concentrates* *actually manages to defeat the troll after only a short time and hears Abdi and Carlos cheer* *only smiles slightly but is still rather looking at the screen than anywhere else* *doesn’t want to see in neither Jonas’ nor Matteo’s faces that they are somehow worried about him*

Matteo: *looks from Jonas to David and watches him closely* *sees his shoulders get tense and that he’s rigidly staring at the screen* *then almost flinches when Abdi reprimands David* *would love to pull David into a hug to have him close and take away the tension* *looks at Carlos and asks* How much time does he have left? *hears Carlos say: “3 minutes”* *nods slowly and then says* Do we want to get going after? Or maybe just go outside for a minute? *hears Abdi ask: “What? Why that? The night’s still young!"*

David: *is a little annoyed that he gave Carlos his 10 minutes as he’d rather stare at the screen for 13 more minutes than only three* *then hears Matteo’s suggestion and doesn’t really know how to place it* *hears Carlos: “I don’t care either way… I still have beer here and it’s actually quite cozy right now, but if the majority wants to go outside…”* *doesn’t really care, either, but would rather stare at the screen for a little longer to avoid other topics of conversation* *murmurs slightly distracted* Jonas still wanted to play… he has to go meet Hanna afterwards, anyway… *plays for a little longer and then hears Abdi: “Time’s up!"* *pauses the game, briefly looks at Jonas to hand him the controller and sees him looking at him a little worried* *only lifts his eyebrows for a moment and smiles slightly to signal him that everything’s okay before looking away again* *doesn’t really like himself right now because this topic is stuck in his head once again and because he actually wanted to put it behind him and because he probably even would have managed if Jonas hadn’t somehow acted worried* *leans back against the armchair again, pulls his legs closer, wraps his arms around them and watches Jonas start the game*

Matteo: *doesn’t take his eyes off David* *knows that he doesn’t like it when people worry about him but can’t really change that right now* *especially since it’s his fault and his stupid crush from the past* *scoots a little and then slides off the armchair to the floor next to David* *doesn’t know what to say, especially with Carlos and Abdi within hearing distance* *so simply stays next to hm and waits, basically offering himself without doing anything* *is quite glad that Abdi and Carlos are busy watching Jonas* *thinks that otherwise at least one of them would notice that something is going on*

David: *feels Matteo slide down next to him and knows exactly that he’s worried* *usually finds it quite cute but right now wishes that he wouldn’t* *stares at the screen for a little longer but then can no longer ignore Matteo’s presence next to him and looks over at him* *sees that Matteo immediately returns his gaze, lifts his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly as if to say: “Stop worrying!"* *lets his legs fall to the side against Matteo’s to somehow signal him that everything is okay, that it’s neither Matteo’s nor Jonas’ problem that those thoughts are still somehow occupying his mind* *still trusts Matteo but still can’t really do anything about this stupid feeling in his gut*

Matteo: *is at least somewhat relieved when David finally looks at him* *but immediately sees that what he already thought is true: that David doesn’t want him to worry* *shrugs one shoulder and grimaces briefly as if to say: “I can’t really help worrying about you”* *then slightly bumps him back with his legs* *then reaches his arm out and carefully wraps it around David’s shoulders* *then hears Carlos behind him: “Ey, Abdi, what are you looking at?"* *hears Abdi answer: “At those two… that’s so sick… they’re not saying a single word, but something’s going on!"* *slightly rolls his eyes and shakes his head* *hears Jonas say: “Leave them be. It’s fine."*

David: *slightly rolls his eyes at Matteo’s expression, grins slightly and shakes his head as if to tell him that he should try* *then tears his gaze away from Matteo when he feels him wrap his arm around him and hesitates for only a few seconds before slightly leaning against Matteo* *then hears Carlos, Abdi and Jonas and at first feels his heartbeat speed up because he thinks that they did notice that they are acting weird* *tenses a little for only a moment, but then puts on a slightly provocative grin and says* We’re communicating telepathically… really cool! *sees Abdi look at him in slight disbelief and has to laugh quietly*

Matteo: *also freezes a little because he actually doesn't want to explain himself* *is therefore grateful to Jonas and then David that they are taking some of the tension away* *then hears Abdi: "Oh really, and what did you say?"* *is just about to answer when he hears Carlos: "Dude, if they wanted you to hear it they would have said it out loud!"* *sees Abdi nod: "Yes, okay... I just wanted to see if it works... David, I'll whisper something in your ear and then you have to tell it to Matteo telepathically!"* *can't help but to laugh at the suggestion and looks at David challengingly* Well, then, go on...

David: *freezes slightly when he hears Abdi's question but then nods at Carlos' question with a slight grin* *then laughs at Abdi's suggestion and looks to Matteo a little doubtful when he even agrees* *but then sighs and says* Okay... *pulls away from Matteo's arm and crawls the two meters toward Abdi* *has to grin when he sees Abdi seemingly think about it, but then sees him grin, lean toward him and whispers into his ear: "Matteo is a looser at Zelda!"* *briefly lifts his eyebrows but then nods with a grin and crawls back to Matteo* *sits down in front of him cross-legged and can barely contain his laughter* Okay.... concentrate! *takes a deep breath and then gets serious* *looks at Matteo and then points at him with his eyes, rolls his eyes as if to diss him and then uses his eyes and his head to slightly point toward the screen* *then briefly lowers his gaze, grins again slightly and then looks at Matteo* *murmurs* Come on, you can do it!

Matteo: *closely observes David and Abdi* *sees Abdi look a little mischievous and David lift his eyebrows* *thinks that it's definitely something against him* *also sits down cross-legged and looks at David* *nods* Yes, sir. *nods in confirmation when he rolls his eyes, was already expecting this* *then sees him glance toward the screen and has to laugh slightly* Hmmm... let me think how Abdi would put it... Matteo sucks at Zelda. *hears Carlos laugh and sees Abdi shake his head: "Dude, that's creepy!"*

David: *looks at Matteo expectantly when he thinks and then grins broadly when he almost has the right answer* *briefly looks at the others, who are grinning, laughing and looking gobsmacked and then simply leans forward to Matteo* *presses a brief kiss onto his mouth and murmurs* We're good... *didn't really think that it would work like that without any context and is a little proud of Matteo and himself* *then scoots back towards the armchair and hears Abdi: "Yes, okay, but that was really easy... I should have said something political or so..."* *shrugs slightly and grinningly says* Unfortunately, there's only one show per day... *hears Carlos say: "And next time it's my turn! Then David has to telepathically read something from Matteo!"* *slightly shakes his head and laughs quietly* *wonders if Abdi and Carlos are really taking this serious or if they are simply playing along* *then hears Jonas: "Fuck, I have to get going... I totally forgot the time with your telepathy-stuff..."*

Matteo: *grins and pumps his fist in the air when he obviously guessed right* *kisses David back and grins* Of course we're good. *only laughs when Abdi finds excuses and shakes his head* *shakes his head at David's comment and points at Carlos* What? Are you scared that you can't read me as well as I can read you? *but grins at him while he says it and isn't really serious about it* *then hears Jonas and gets up to say goodbye to him* Say hi to Hanna and tell her to text me where we are supposed to meet tomorrow, ok?

David: *only shrugs his shoulders with a grin at Matteo's question and thinks that they maybe should practice a little in case Carlos really asks them again* *then sees Matteo get up to say goodbye to Jonas and averts his gaze when they hug* *is a little annoyed at himself because of it, because everything was okay between Jonas and him* *hears Jonas answer: "Will do!"* *sees Jonas ruffle Carlos' hair and return Abdi's fist bump* *then sees Jonas' hand appear in front of his face when he holds it out to him invitingly: "Come on, Brudi, let me give you a hug!"* *knows that Jonas wants to make it easy for him and is actually pretty grateful to him* * hesitates only briefly but then takes his hand and lets Jonas pull him up* *then gets hugged and hears him whisper: "Sorry about earlier..."* *slightly shakes his head and murmurs* Everything's okay... *returns Jonas' smile when he pulls away from him and lets Jonas pat his shoulder again before Jonas says his goodbyes to everyone with the words: "Stay clean!"* *lets himself fall back into the armchair and sees that Abdi has already picked up the controller and started the game again* *looks at Matteo and knows exactly that he has observed the scene between him and Jonas and probably wonders again if everything's okay* *sighs quietly, smiles slightly and reaches his hands out for him*

Matteo: *has remained next to the armchair after he said goodbye to Jonas to see if David might also want to leave* *watches Jonas pull David up and actually thinks that it's a good thing* *but also hopes that it's not too much for David* *tries to see his face but unfortunately only sees his back* *then sees David sit down, what seems to be a good sign* *smiles slightly when he reaches his arms out for him, sits down on the armchair and leans against David* *sees Carlos and Abdi both sitting on the couch and how Abdi reaches for the controller* *lifts his head a little so that his mouth is closer to David's ear and whispers* Level-up, alright? You're the top level, unreachable...

David: *wraps both arms around Matteo when he leans against him like that and runs a hand through his hair* *enjoys being close to Matteo and thinks that the stupid feeling in his gut doesn't have anything to do with Matteo and actually neither with Jonas but that it’s only his stupid insecurity for which there is no rational reason* *then feels Matteo lift his head and slightly leans toward him when he realizes that Matteo wants to say something to him* *then hears his words and needs a minute to really understand them* *then feels his heartbeat pick up and suddenly feels a lump in his throat again because Matteo is simply incredible and because there is no reason to doubt the relationship to Matteo or to doubt himself because Matteo doesn’t, either, and because he's doing everything he can to prove to him how important he is to him* *swallows the lump and kisses his cheek because that's the only thing he can reach right now and murmurs into his ear* Except for you... *doesn't really notice anymore what Abdi and Carlos are doing and talking about on the couch because right now he's so caught up in Matteo's presence that he briefly wonders if they shouldn't go home, after all* *wraps his arms around Matteo a little tighter and buries his face on Matteo's shoulder*

Matteo: *feels that David doesn't immediately understand what he means and immediately doubts having found the right words* *thinks about what else he could say, how to take away this stupid feeling from David that there could be anything that could become dangerous to him, to them both* *but then feels the kiss on his cheek and is relieved* *is just about to scoot a little so that he can kiss him properly when he hears his words* *actually wants to shake his head but suppresses it* *simply wraps his arms around him and kisses his hair* *whispers* Let's go home, ok?

David: *smiles at Matteo's words and briefly thinks that the telepathy thing even works when they're not looking at each other* *nods into his shoulder, slowly pulls away from him and looks at the others* *meets Carlos' gaze, who has his eyebrows drawn up: "Ey, let me guess... you'd rather continue making out in peace and want to go home!"* *laughs quietly and shrugs* Is it that obvious?! *sees Abdi nod without looking away from the screen: "Pretty..."* *pulls away from Matteo some more and hears Carlos: "It's actually outrageous! There we are saying that it doesn't bother us when you’re always hanging around each other and make out – and instead we're the ones bothering you when you’re making out! Ey, you're really intolerant!"* *but sees him grin and then realizes that he's not really serious about it*

Matteo: *grins slightly when the two complain* You two prefer to be alone as well... to plan your flatshare, right? *sees Abdi's gaze brighten: "Oh yes, good idea!"* *grins and gets up from the armchair* *sees Carlos grin: "You've been together for so long now and you still ditch us to make out!"* *draws up his eyebrows* Not for thaaaat long... *sees Carlos grin and hears him say: “Get out of here already!"* *briefly hugs him and quickly shakes Abdi's hand* Ey, but if there's anything... because of Kiki or something like that... you can text anytime, ok? *hears Carlos: "I know that, Brudi, take care"* *waits for David to also say goodbye and then leaves the apartment with him*

David: *grins when Carlos says that they should get out of here and also hugs him briefly because he stood up to do so* *hears Carlos say to him: "Ey and think about swimming again... it's gonna be awesome!", simply smiles briefly and nods* I will... *fist bumps Abdi, because he didn't get up and wishes them fun with planning their flatshare* *then leaves the apartment together with Matteo and silently follows him down the stairs to their bikes* *then has to wait because Matteo has locked his bike onto his and takes a deep breath* *thought that the afternoon was nice albeit a little emotionally exhausting – first the thing with Kiki and the long-distance-relationship, Carlos' speech about how welcome he is in their circle of friends, then him defending Matteo's protective instinct, Carlos using "retarded" again, then the discussion about swimming and finally the thing with Jonas and Matteo – and all of that within only 3 hours* *now simply enjoys the quiet and that he's alone again with Matteo*

Matteo: *unlocks their bikes and moves his bike aside so that David can reach his'* *watches him* *then doesn't get onto his bike and instead pushes it and looks over to him* *slightly tilts his head when he also looks over* Do you want to talk or... just cycle home?

David: *unlocks his bike and then pushes it over to Matteo and keeps pushing it alongside him* *at some point notices Matteo looking at him and returns his look* *smiles slightly at his question and thinks about it* *actually wants to talk about a lot of things – except maybe the thing with Jonas – but doesn't really know where to begin right now and what he should say* *therefore asks quietly* Let's just cycle home for now...? *quickly adds* Unless you would like to talk... *looks at him scrutinizingly* *actually doesn't want Matteo to always only consider his feelings and to always put himself last*

Matteo: *hears his answer and nods* *has already expected that* *stops to get onto his bike when David adds something* *thinks about it for a moment but then shrugs* Dunno... I... somehow I do... but it somehow was a lot today. *shrugs again* Maybe we should go to your place first?

David: *sees Matteo think about it and then smiles slightly when he says that he somehow does want to talk* *nods when he says that it had been a lot today* Oh yeah... *then nods again when Matteo says that they should go to his place first* *pushes his bike next to Matteo's and then starts getting up but then quickly leans over to Matteo again to quickly kiss him* *smiles slightly and then asks* And then talk and order pizza? You haven't eaten anything in over four hours... I'm a little surprised that you haven't collapsed from hunger yet... *grins and quickly runs a hand through his hair before really getting on his bike*

Matteo: *grins into the kiss and nods slightly* *then also starts getting on his bike* *tilts his head and looks at him amused* Haha... then it's high time before I really do collapse... *then also grins at him and starts cycling after him* *is somehow happy that they can still joke and kiss even though there is something going on* *has a fluttering feeling in his gut, maybe something like safety, maybe something like trust that this will really work no matter what* *really likes that*

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The Sequel - 887

An Hour And Two Halves

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Show you what I can do, and you know it’s true, when I dance with you,” Christina sang along quietly with the song on the radio while she chopped carrots for her stew. It was a Joe Jonas song she didn’t even particularly like, but it was upbeat and bouncy and she was in a great mood. The vibe got bigger and louder as the chorus approached, and she was so ready for it. The rider dropped her knife on the plastic cutting board and dramatically flung her hand out at her sous chef, who was cutting green beans. “”Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your haaaaand,” she sang loud and proud and with a silly face. “Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I aaaaam. Oh-oh-oh-oh I ain’t no...Michael Jackson, but give me one chance, one chance to daaaance. Give me, one chance, one chance, to daaaance.” Juan didn’t offer his hand, so she just hopped around him in her energetic, extremely-non-Michael-Jackson-esque way. Her stew-making process was riddled with work interruptions for dancing and animated singing. Despite the midfielder’s disinterest in letting her drag him around his kitchen dancing to Top 40, he found her behavior amusing, and hilarious even at times. Her dramatic and extremely relevant interpretation of Justin Bieber’s “Friends” had him doubled over laughing. When it was over, they agreed that they were evidence for broken up couples everywhere that they can’t still be friends. Christina stopped singing and dancing to make out with him after the third “But we had something so good” line, so it really was pretty self-evident.

“What’s next, cariña?” Juan asked when her dancing took her back to her knife work and he was finished with his.

“Nada. Everything is finished. We put the potatoes in in an hour, and then the rest of the veggies half an hour after that, and then half an hour after that, we eat.” The beef was already simmering away in a big pot of stock, wine, herbs, and onions. He laughed at the chef when her eyes had the typically bad reaction to chopping all the onions too. Their whole cooking project was mostly Juan laughing at Christina, and Christina loving it.

“What do you want to do for an hour and two halves?”

“I’m not really sure, but I know I want to go for a walk after dinner. I miss the smell of London on a fall night sooooooo bad.” She turned her bottom lip over in an exaggerated pout and used her big knife to slide the carrots into the bowl with the beans. “Do you have any ideas?” The Spaniard took both the knife and the small cutting board to rinse in the sink with the ones he used.

“One.”

“Your penis is never going to be in my colon.”

“I want to read a poem to you, from the book.”

“Oh jesus,” the Olympic medalist groaned at the Olympic failure whose token of failure she kept in her book as a reminder of his belief in her ability to avoid failure. There was an unrealized connection between all of those things. The two athletes borrowed a variety of types of strength from each other, and they cultivated that borrowable strength in their own ways- alike, but different. The rider collected takeaways from her history books, and fed her imagination with her mysteries. The footballer collected food for thought from more abstract texts, like the collection of poems she gave him. Books and mutual intellectual stimulus would always bind them.

“It’s very good and you’ll really...relate to it.”

“Is it going to take an hour and two halves?” Christina asked, reluctantly consenting with her body language if not her actual language.

“No.”

“Fiiiiine. I want to hear the end of this Mikky Ekko song though.” She turned around and backed herself up to the small island counter, preparing to hoist herself up on it. Sometimes she was too lazy or tired to do it all on her own, and opened up a big bottom cabinet to step into for a boost. Then she could use her foot to close it again once seated. Juan always complimented her creativity in the matter. She intended to do it on her own on Sunday, and clamped her hands on the counter. He noticed as he was drying his hands, and dropped the towel to lend some help. His hands grasped her waist and lifted her the extra couple of inches she needed on top of her little hop, and he kept them there even after her butt landed safely. He held onto her to keep her from sliding back, so that she had to spread her legs to make space for him in between, and so that she was right up close to his body.

“I lied before.”

“Bout what?”

“I have two ideas for the hour and two halves.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I hope the second idea involves dragons,” the girl in leggings deadpanned to the boy between her legs. She also casually hung her wrists over his shoulders and passively kicked the backs of his thighs with her heels.

“I can’t wait for your birthday. I’m going to give you the biggest dragon-themed party anyone has ever seen,” the Spanish player laughed, with the same delight in the glint in his eye that had been there all through her dance-cooking. “Every little boy will be jealous.”

“Can it be a costume party? Will you be dressed as a knight? Or is this a Thrones-type dragon party? You would totally be a Stark.”

“We’ll have to see. I have some time to plan.”

“What’s your other idea for an hour and two halves?”

“I want to photograph you- exactly like this,” Juan hastened to add the second Christina’s face turned disapproving. “Exactly the way you’ve been here all afternoon. Just for myself, not the walls, or your Instagram, or a magazine.”

“Aww.” Spanish Teddy Bear is the sweetest, she cooed to herself. I thought he meant naked, and that he was going to try to say he wanted to do a “tasteful” thing instead of something pornographic, which is just what dudes say when they want you to feel classy and glamorous about being pornographic. It’s nice of him too to acknowledge that he recognizes how done I am with being photographed for other people right now, and even for my own social media. I haven’t posed anything with myself in a couple of weeks, because I’m sick of looking at myself, to be honest. I’m sick of hearing about myself too. One of the nice things about weeks and weeks without horse shows is not having to hear about me. I’m so fucking sick of me. Last night was too much about me. I want to crawl back under my rock until Doha. But I can be photographed for him, because that’s adorable. Especially since I don’t even look cute right now, I don’t think.

“Hopefully you don’t think too hard after I read the poem,” he snorted. “That would ruin the picture.”

“Ugh, do we have to?”

“Yes. I’ll go get the book.”

Juan didn’t have far to go. Much to Christina’s surprise, her gift to him was right on the footstool-table next to the chaise by the window. That meant he was actively reading it, at least part-time. That was where he kept the current book when it wasn’t traveling with him for a match, or when he wasn’t reading it in bed. She figured he was reading a novel that he would have taken to Chelsea Harbour with him on Friday night since she didn’t notice him put the Frank Bidart poems in his reading nook after the game on Saturday. On occasion, she had a “travel” read and a “home” read going on at the same time too- a practice she learned from the player. He said it helped him get his head into the right lane. The “travel” read, regardless of type, was for shifting focus away from everyday life to the match. He told Christina that it was especially helpful during the busy parts of the season when the team played every 3 or 4 days. The “home” read signaled the shutoff of football and the time to relax and recharge. The first kind tended to be more inspirational, like an autobiography, and the second variety was most often a work of fiction.

They met in the middle. Christina sat sideways on the sofa, Indian-style, and then collapsed backward to enjoy the stretching that position provided and also the offered focal point- the ceiling. Looking at the matte white ceiling was definitely preferable to making her expression available for his purposes during or after the reading of the poem. He sat by her legs and put his socked feet up on the coffee table. Without preamble, he began the poem.

“Advice to the Players. There is something missing in our definition, vision of a human being: the need to make. We are creatures who need to make. Because existence is willy-nilly thrust into our hands, our fate is to make something- if nothing else, the shape cut by the arc of our lives. My parents saw corrosively the arc of their lives. Making is the mirror in which we see ourselves. But being is making: not only large things, a family, a book, a business: but the shape we give this afternoon, a conversation between two friends, a meal. Or mis-shape. Without clarity about what we make, and the choices that underlie it, the need to make is a curse, a misfortune. The culture in which we live honors specific kinds of making (shaping or mis-shaping a business, a family) but does not understand how central making itself is as manifestation and mirror of the self, fundamental as eating or sleeping. In the images with which our culture incessantly teaches us, the cessation of labor is the beginning of pleasure; the goal of work is to cease working, an endless paradise of unending diversion. In the United States at the end of the twentieth century, the greatest luxury is to live a life in which the work that one does to earn a living, and what one has the appetite to make, coincide- by a kind of grace are the same, one. Without clarity, a curse, a misfortune. My intuition about what is of course un-provable comes, I’m sure, from observing, absorbing as a child the lives of my parents: the dilemmas, contradictions, chaos as they lived out their own often unacknowledged, barely examined desires to makes. They saw corrosively the shape cut by the arc of their lives. My parents never made something commensurate to their will to make, which I take to be, in varying degrees, the general human condition- as it is my own. Making is the mirror in which we see ourselves. Without clarity, a curse, a misfortune. Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance. I abjure advice-giver. Go make you ready.”

“It’s remarkable how you managed to conjure a poem that hits on me missing my family at the same time as my need to figure out what’s next in my life and then also the way you’re “making” with the mirror, with Common Goal,” the very impressed rider commented after giving all the words a moment to land. Every stanza felt immediately relevant to her, and she wanted to make sure Juan understood that she got it all. “My parents were the work to not work people, and they tried to make a business and a family, and never made their own likeness, or what they truky wanted to make. Like, I think my mom would rather have owned her own knitting store than been who she was. You and I are the lucky ones who get paid to make the thing we want to make, or our likeness, mirror image, whatever. But then we kind of grow out of that and we realize what we need to make is actually bigger than football and riding. For you, it’s Common Goal. And the weirdness and equilibrium I experience on and off right now is me trying to figure out what exactly it is I want to make next. And at the same time, I think you and I are kind of making our combined mirror reflection together too...” It all came out so quickly as her mind linked the ideas for the second time, and as she got more excited about them. “Did you think of those things when you first read it, or did it stay with you for a little while and the relevance came later?”

“Right away. From the title, I thought, “This is an important thing for me to read. This is about me, in some ways,” and then I read on and I thought, “This is Chris’ parents, and this is why their relationship was how it was, and why her mum resents her so much. Chris makes the thing she needs to make from inside. Mrs. Martin made the thing she thought she was supposed to.” And I liked the repetitive lines. “Without clarity, a curse, a misfortune.” I try now to have clarity when I make decisions. No lies, no confusion. You’re right,” he smiled as his friend peeked over at him from the flat of her back. “I do feel like I’m making the right thing now, besides football. I like this poem very much.”

“Thank you for sharing it,” she smiled back. “Sorry I objected. I should know to trust you by now,” she chuckled. He grabbed her wrist when she lifted it for help, and pulled her back up and forward so that she could reward him with a sweet kiss in the middle of his lips. They could have dissected the poem together, quite happily, for the two hours before dinner. It just wasn’t necessary. They didn’t need to talk each other into believing their take, or dissect it. Knowing that was sort of novel. Christina appreciated it.

“I have enjoyed the book a lot. It was a good choice, cariña.”

“I enjoy your face a lot.” She put her hands around the back of the player’s neck, paused to watch for the flattery’s impact to arrive in his beautiful blues, and then pulled on him until he got the message that she wanted him to lie beside her, not just be annoying and hang on his neck. He went pretty willingly, and she got more of her arms around his head when they found a comfortable spot together, and she rubbed her right leg on his bare ones until it pushed her leggings up her calf a little. “I know you want to take pictures of me acting like I live here,” she teased knowingly. “But I’d rather be a lazy bum on the couch.” Juan’s nose was captured playfully between her teeth until he kissed her chin. He found an unexpectedly ticklish spot, and took advantage when Christina’s shiver-like reaction brought her midsection even closer to him. He hugged her waist tight with one arm.

“We’re getting closer to the part of the season when I’m a lazy bum on the couch a lot,” he told her while she played absently with the hair at the back of his head, well below the thinning spot. “I hope you’re joining often.”

“I want to stay here for most of the week of the horse show. Schü and Lukas are coming for the Sunday and Monday, and Tuesday, after, so we’ll stay at a hotel, but I’ll be here for 6 days before that. I don’t know if you want an extra bum on your couch for that long.”

“It’s a sexy bum, so I want,” the Chelsea man smiled, squeezing her butt.

“I might want to come for New Year’s too, but I dunno yet. I have no idea, really.” I also kind of want some magical night with Schü. I owe him that, and I want it anyway. I want special with him. We never have that anymore. We have nice nights ended early because of dead goldfish, and then two nights of crying until midnight because of the dead goldfish. How dare the goldfish go and die when it knew Lukas liked to watch him in the light from his nightlight when he wakes up in the night and can’t sleep? How dare he leave him with no soothing thing to watch. IIIIII didn’t know he did that, but surely the goldfish knew.

“You’re always welcome with me, baby girl.” Juan rubbed his nose on the rider’s and then kissed her, long and low-energy, and perfect for the moment. He was finally able to shed the longstanding feeling that their time together was limited, so he was no longer hastening to get his fill of her, and get “through” everything he wanted with her before her next departure. There was a new calmness- a change in behavior dictated by the realization that the clock wasn’t running anymore. Christina was always coming back to him. They didn’t need to have sex in 6 different positions on the first night, or hurry to get from couch-cuddle-flirting to more serious foreplay to actual sex. “Hurry” was relative, of course, because the player’s imperative was subtle, but it was noteworthy by its absence. She watched him for a second, the side of her thumb resting lightly on his cheek, and reflected on that change. I wish I had his ability to settle down in something and believe it’s going the way I want even when I know it will probably change. Thinking too hard about anything was unpalatable in that moment of closeness, and shared breath, and soft pads of fingers on highly personal skin. The equestrian star took her turn to kiss her favorite Blue, mostly on just one side of his mouth because getting to the whole thing would have required her to move her head a little and that was too much. The exact position she was in- literally and figuratively, physically and emotionally- was too perfect to alter either by movement or consideration. His lips were perfect- warm, unblemished by dryness or cracking or even a wrinkle, tense just enough to hold the kiss together, still enough not to interrupt the transfer of love and comfort through that most import line of communication. A kiss like that was practically nothing and almost everything simultaneously. And it was, afterward, symbolic of a cornerstone in recent memory.

“I think I want to tell you something,” Christina whispered after her smooch. Her regular conversational voice was small enough to fit in the very small space between them without even breathing too much air in Juan’s face- something she often took into consideration when snuggling close with anyone- but that voice came with full conviction and confidence and those weren’t the preconditions for what she wanted to say, so all that came out when she opened her mouth was a sweet whisper.

“What?” the Spaniard whispered back teasingly, with a grin, almost like stage-whispering.

“I used to really hate the person I was with you- like because you made me want to do things that hurt Schü, and our relationship has, at times, made it very difficult for me to look after my responsibilities and ride my best, and do the right thing. I loved being with you, but I hated who I was for that,” she explained with a bit more surety. “Now I feel like I’m actually growing and improving myself- I don’t want to say because of you- but with you, together. I’m making decisions that feel good, and I’m finding it easier to be happy and content wherever I am, physically and in a moment. I don’t know- Maybe it’s because the Olympic hurdle is in the rearview now. Maybe that was the big difference. I just don’t think it was. I think it’s you. I’ve said in the past that we are the worst thing for each other. I don’t think so anymore. I think you’re the best thing for me right now.” I didn’t really mean to get so into this, the rider realized, pointer finger on Juan’s chin, which she was staring at instead of the receptive blues she looked into while she talked. I wasn’t going to say that much. I hate when I start trying to tell someone a small thing, or a short thing, and it gets me thinking, and then I can’t stop talking. Now I’m rambling to myself because...who knows. Anyway. “I’m glad you’re coming to Doha too,” she finished after reaching for some kind of period for the declaration, or something to take up some more airtime since Juan wasn’t saying anything.

“I told you we could be happy together and that we can do more than be miserable together. Not miserable together because we’re together, but be together because one or both is miserable about other things. You know what I mean,” the footballer laughed. He was recalling a conversation they fought through years back, right after Lukas was born. Christina didn’t think they could ever be a couple because all of their experience together was when one or both of them was in bad shape because of their other relationships. They were always closest when their lives were the most tumultuous and generally unhappy. “And now you understand how I feel with you,” he added, more sincerely. “I feel good about myself, and happy with myself, with you. I always have, more or less.”

“I think it’s more for you now though. Ever since we stopped lying.”

“That could be.”

“Okay I feel too grown up and in touch with my feelings now. Give me something stupid and immature to talk about.”

“Can I tickle you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can I go get the camera and take pictures of you?”

“Can I do goofy poses?”

“Yes.”

“K. I need another kiss first though.”

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