#I know she went on hiatus for a year plus without notice

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Anyone know why The Boy Who Fell's comic got taken down?

And what happened with the author? All their social media links have been deleted.

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"Her name is (Y/N)....."

Who would of thought that one little sentence would cause such an emotional turmoil. Deuce and Ace could only stare at the small boy, unable to comprehend what they'd just heard. It was a name that they hadn't heard in six long years. A name that even to this day caused them to get a bit upset.

"Are.....are you sure that's your mom's name.....?"

Deuce asked a bit breathless by the sudden crash of emotions that was hitting him. Ace on the other hand was just stunned beyond belief, unable to really think of anything to say.

"Yeah I'm sure......why.....?"

Elliott asked with a small head tilt. Deuce sucked in a sharp breath at the movement, the head tilt being nearly identical to yours. Ace just shook his head still in shock.

"I can't believe it......(Y/N)'s a mom......holy-"

Ace muttered trying to wrap his head around it before realizing something.

"Wait......if you're here that means.....!"

Ace started to say trailing off before Deuce picked up on what he was saying.

"She's here.....she's back in Twisted Wonderland.....! She's got a kid too......!"

Deuce said in awe before his expression furrowed in confusion.

"But wait.....if (Y/N) is the mom then who's the dad....?"

Deuce asked puzzled. Ace took another look at Elliott before seeing exactly who the father was.

"I think I figured it out.....it's him....."

Ace said. Deuce first looked confused before it clicked.

"No way he's.....!"

Deuce gasped stunned.

"There's no doubt about it. He's practically a clone of him."

Ace nodded in confirmation. Deuce was about to reply when he was interrupted.

"Wait.....do.....do you two know my mama......?? And.....and my papa.......??"

Elliott asked not daring to get his hopes up with the last question. If Ace and Deuce knew you then from the sounds of it they knew his father too. If they knew who his father was.......maybe Elliott could finally see you be happy completely and finally get his answers that he'd been desperately wanting. Ace and Deuce froze at Elliott's questions, the boy's hurt elbow all but forgotten about as he tried to get information. The two men were at a loss. They had no idea if they should answer Elliott's question about his father, given that you might not want Elliott to know. Plus the last thing the boys wanted to do is be reunited with you and then piss you off with something like this.

"Uh.....we do know your mama. She was a very old friend of ours. As for your papa......"

Deuce trailed off not knowing what to say. Ace thankfully took over.

"We don't know him very well."

Ace finished. Elliott deflated at this, his green eyes dimming slightly.

"O-oh......."

He said softly, looking down at the ground. Ace and Deuce felt themselves fill with guilt for having somewhat lied to the small child.

"Hey we might not have the answers you're seeking, but we do know someone who has some of them. But first I think we should get your arm fixed up and try to find your mama okay?"

Deuce said keeping the child close to him. Elliott gave a small nod, wanting to fix his stinging elbow and find you. Ace just kept quiet, his thoughts racing. He never imagined that he'd ever see you again, especially as a parent and in a mess like this. And he knew that Deuce was thinking the same thing he was. With Elliott now in Deuce's arms the duo made their way towards the one person who could help them at the moment.

~~~~~

Elliott clung to Deuce, keeping an eye out for his mother and taking in the sights around him. He took notice of some of the people who were now slowly starting to fill the once abandoned campus. Standing under the shade of a large tree was a rather tall, nervous looking man who had long flowing blue hair that looked like flames. Next to him was what looked like a robot teenager, who happily chattered away at him. Elliott couldn't help but notice that they looked like the one statue he'd seen of the man with the flames for hair. Further along the growing crowd was another group of men who looked like their were business men. Two of them were incredibly tall and the third one was rather pretty in Elliott's opinion. The two tall men had teal hair and different colored eyes, almost like they were twins. While the shorter one had steel blue hues and wavy silver hair.

A few more groups caught the young boy's attention rather quickly. One of them was filled with beautiful people who looked like they belonged in a movie or a story book. The leader of the group was the fairest of them all, looking absolutely stunning. Elliott was spell bound for a moment before the other man who wore a funny hat turned towards them and caught Elliott's eye. The strange man gave a smile when he noticed the small child and waved at him. Elliott waved back hesitantly before curling up into Deuce's shoulders more. Another group had two men who looked like they came straight out of the stories his mama read to him with the genies and magic carpets. The shortest of the duo had white hair and was dressed in the finest clothes, a beaming smile on his face as he talked to the taller man next to him. The other man was more serious looking, his hair long and braided nicely as he just nodded along to whatever the other man was saying.

Elliott also noticed that they were holding hands, and standing rather close to one another. The child tilted his head in confusion, thinking about the Arabian princess and her prince for some reason. As the trio made their way further into the school they passed another group of men. These men had animal ears. One man looked like a hyena with blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, snickering under his breath as his companion, a large man with unruly brown hair filled with braids listened. Bright green eyes just stared irritated at his snickering companion, a scar decorating his face.

"Oi what are you staring at?"

A growling voice came from the man with the scar. Elliott let out a gasp and hid into Deuce. Deuce meanwhile looked up and went wide eyed and Ace just bit back a groan.

"L-Leona Senpai-! It's been awhile!"

Deuce said giving a small bow in nervousness. Ace rolled his eyes at his companion, slightly jumpy with the sudden stop from their destination.

"Oh it's you.....Deuce and Ace. It has been awhile. Tell your cub to keep his eyes to himself."

Leona growled simply before leaving without even so much as a goodbye. It was quite obvious that he wasn't in the mood for chitchat. His companion gave them a somewhat amused yet apologetic look before giving a small salute and following behind him. The duo seemed to sag with relief.

"Oh thank Seven he didn't notice. Now we can finally get to the person who can help you-"

Deuce started to say only to nearly jump out of his skin at a terrifyingly familiar voice. Ace jumped as well at the voice going pale rather quickly.

"May I ask.....why do you have a child with you? You'd think that after graduation......you would have learned to follow the rules......"

The voice said sounding pleasant but at the same time it brought chills to the two men. Even after six years they still had a fight or flight response with this person.

"Ah you shouldn't be so harsh on them. They're grown men after all."

Another voice chimed in sounding much more relaxed.

"Ahhhhh-!!! Look at this cutie!!! I definitely need a photo of his cute little face!!!"

Another voice chirped before a pair of hands gripped Elliott's cheeks in a gentle manner. Standing in front of him and the A-Deuce duo were three men that Elliott had never seen before. However........they seemed to know Deuce and Ace rather well.

Something told Elliott that this might take awhile before he finally got to see his mama again.

*Oh my God I'm alive hello! First I wanna apologize for the long hiatus, things have been extremely hectic and I haven't had a lot of time to write. But I finally managed to get something done for y'all so I consider that a win!!! Also let's play the game of guess who was mentioned here in Elliott's observations and who are the mystery trio at the end of the beloved cliffhanger! Sorry if this sucks shdhdhfhh. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And onwards to our tagging list!!!!! @genshin-idiot @ditsy-anime-thot @ctannth @reaperfeels @thatjessawall @simpformangas!!!!*

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Flustered | Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago. 

A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!

As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.

There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.

You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.

“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”

“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”

“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”

“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”

With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.

After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”

“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”

George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.

You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.

“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”

“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.

“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”

As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.

He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.

When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.

“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.

“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”

“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”

“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”

“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.

“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”

“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.

“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.

“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”

“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”

“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”

Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.

“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.

“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”

“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”

“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”

“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”

You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.

“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.

“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.

Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.

“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”

“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”

You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.

After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”

“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.

Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.

“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”

Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.

A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.

“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”

“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”

“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”

“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”

“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”

“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided.  “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”

You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.

He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.

“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”

“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”

George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.

“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.

You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.

“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.

“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.

He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.  

“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”

A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.

“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”

“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.

“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”

“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”

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Ladynoir July day 1: Older

THIS FANFIC DOES NOT END HERE!! THE STORY CONTINUES ALONG WITH EVERY DAY OF JULY BASED ON WHAT THE THEME OF THE DAY IS!! This is just chapter 1! Enjoy!!

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Cat Noir" a breathy voice said behind the door which Ladybug opened quickly after transforming, not believing the truth of what she just heard.

She hasn't seen her cat partner in months since she moved to New York to work there. As far as she knew, he was supposed to be in Paris right now, calmly enjoying his life and waiting for Hawkmoth to make his next step... which he didn't do since, like, 3 years now. But as long as the butterfly miraculous wasn't in her and her partner's possession, there was still a risk their enemy would strike again.

"Cat Noir!"

He looked up to see her, still breathing heavily but managing to call out her name "Ladybug..."

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other in disbelief, he was wearing his Astrocat suit, she noticed, which meant he must've just arrived from Paris to her house and must be exhausted.

"Come in" she gestured to her empty living room, and he did as she asked.

He slowly sat on the couch, careful not to bring any damage to it, he was already feeling guilty for suddenly entering her home late at night, without even warning her he would - not that he himself knew that - so ruining her place on top of all that wasn't a great idea.

"You okay?"

And just like that she snapped him back into reality.

"Y-Yeah, yeah... eum... no? I- I don't know...

I'm, I'm SO sorry for bothering you, I just, didn't know where else to go, and as I was flying from Paris I remembered you and your house location and-

-Hey! It's okay! Really!" She replied, in a tender tone, emphasizing every word she's saying, to let him know she was only saying the truth...

He smiled sweetly and then took a deep breath. "I ran away from home."

Well, she wasn't expecting that. She knew it was wrong to just run away, because, of course his family and all his loved ones would be worried sick right now, but, she knew it wasn't the right time to tell him that and talk to him objectively. Based only on the look on his face, he just needed comfort, and she was definitely gonna give him that.

Besides, she's known him for so long now, he is responsible. If he ran away, then it was for a good reason. She was sure of that, because she truts him.

"You can stay here if you want...

-Really?! I- I don't wanna bother you though.. I know you have work and all and coming here was a bad idea in the first place and I should just go and-

-CAT NOIR! It's fine! It really is!! I... was kinda feeling lonely anyways, plus... I miss you a lot so... It's a win-win!!"

His smile lit up the room and warmed her heart, seeing him happy was one of her favorite things in the world, especially if he was happy thanks to her.

"THANK YOU SO SO MUCH M'LADY!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME"

He pulled her into a tight embrace and she was surprised, pleasantly surprised, to this gesture... Oh she missed his touch, companym voice so so much... Days felt empty and meaningless without his goofy smile and his presence, which is why she knew for a fact that those were gonna be the best days of her life, with him staying with her...

And, yes, maybe, just maybe, her heart fluttered when he called her with the nickname she got used to over the years, that nickname she didn't realize how much she missed...

"Wait right here Cat"

When she came back she was holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. God he missed her baking so much. Memories of them sharing a snack before patrol started and after it, how he would always compliment her cooking and how she wouldn't admit that it made her blush, filled his mind...

Admiration and gratitude filled his eyes as he looked up at her and whispered "thank you"...

That's all he needed after the awful day he just went through, probably the worst day of his life.

"Wanna talk about it?

-Talk about what?

-Why you ran away...

-No. Not today..

-Okay then. We won't talk about it."

She smiled at him sweetly and he returned that gesture.

"So how's Paris?

-Empty without you..."

A sad smile covered her face, she knew that he probably wasn't the only one who felt that way, after all, Paris' beloved hero didn't step into Paris for a while now... Fans were disappointed that she left, her loved ones heartbroken...

But they were still proud of her and happy to see her pursue her dreams of becoming a fashion designer, even if it ment not seeing her anymore.

"Hawkmoth?

-Still on his endless hiatus. At this point I would guess he probably quit or idk died or something..

-CAT!

-What he's not immortal!!"

They both laughed at his comment.

"I'm actually kinda sad that he's not akumatizing people anymore... DON'T GET ME WRONG! It's just that, fighting villains by your side was the best entertainment I could get!

-Oh c'mon! You're definitely still having fun with your old friends and new ones from work right?

-Well I work for my father, it's... a family job, so I'm kinda forced to do it.. It's not awful! I know for a fact that a lot of people would kill for having my job, but... it kinda gets lonely and it's not my thing...

-Then why don't you work what really is your thing after the family job??

-Yeah well the thing is, I don't know what it is that I want!"

Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"Anyway, what about your job? You told me you were going to make your dream come true!

-I am! It's the best job I could hope for! But I wish I was back in Paris... here I feel like a stranger! But... with you around, I think I'll feel like home..."

Air escaped his lungs, while happiness filled his entire body... Ah he felt like a teenager again, blushing and getting flustered over the slightest sign of affection he gets from his beloved lady... But he couldn't help it! He was stuck in this one sided love for the rest of his life!

Little did he know, this wasn't going to be the case.

A yawn escaped his mouth..

"Tired already kitty cat? It's only 10 pm!

-Well it's not you who traveled from a continent to another after having an emotional breakdown due to the worst day of your life!

-Ouch! Fair point."

He giggled and she joined him right before she went to prepare his bedroom aka the guest room. She never expected she'd use it but well, here they are!

As soon as she finished he met her there.

"Woah! Thank you LB! It looks amazing!

-I didn't do much but your welcome!

Oh! Btw you can detransform in here! I won't enter your room without permission and you won't enter mine because I probably wouldn't be wearing a red mask there!

-Yeah sure...

-And there's also some cheese for Plagg on this table!

-Thanks! He'll appreciate this so much!

-Your welcome kitty"

They stood there staring at each other lovingly until they realized that they were.

"A-Anyway good night, Cat!

-Good night bugaboo <3"

She blushed at the nickname (again) but decided to ignore it, right now was NOT the time to accept unwanted feelings towards a certain black cat...

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Chapter 2

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bygones of the sun. 05 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.3k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

a/n: a repost of my old fic!

The sun begins to set the minute you stride your way out of the dance room.

“Leaving already?” Keiko asks, looking up in the midst of rummaging through her duffle bag.

You pause, affixed a few feet from the door frame where Taehyung and Jungkook peer in from, “I, um... I have something urgent to do.”

Contrary to most people’s uninterested reactions, she raises both brows in genuine curiosity when Taehyung perks his ears and interjects with a chirp, “what’re you doing? Where are you going? Do you need help?”

“Uh, no,” you blurt out, furrowing your brows and eyeing the ceiling and door and everything but Taehyung’s pure circular and watchful eyes  in an attempt to fabricate some excuse. “I actually… forgot to lock my house.”

“You should hurry on back then,” Keiko grins, and the way only one corner of her lips lifts and a lighthearted laugh tumbles from her lips tells you your excuse might have been adequate in fooling the boys but not her.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later then,” you mumble under your breath with a pressed smile, nodding them goodbye despite seeing the pout adorning Taehyung’s lips. Ducking your head with your eyes glued to the floor, you shuffle in between Taehyung and Jungkook and through the door. Standing on each side of the door frame, you can practically feel their gazes following you as you inch forward step by step, wondering whether they’re staring at the disheveled state of your hair or the poor outfit choice you had thrown on in a hurry—

“Oh? Isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Shit, you had totally forgotten about it.

You whip your head around to find Jungkook staring at the black sweater which engulfs you from within, and it only takes you a split second and the strike of a hammering heartbeat to dismiss his suspicions, “no. It’s mine.”

“Nah, I don’t think Hoseok would lend her his clothes,” Taehyung waves his hands, “I mean, did you see them scowling at each other yesterday? Plus, it’s not like they’re dating. Right, Y/N?”

Your cheeks burn—imaginably, a bright shade of red—and you can’t help but run your fidgeting hands through your hair.

“Uh...” you hesitantly glimpse at Taehyung who smiles at you from ear to ear with cheeks raised before averting your eyes back to the ground. Technically speaking, you and Hoseok are no where near dating; in fact, the only reason you two are still acquainted is because of a stupid bet you made in the spur of a moment… or at least that’s what you tell yourself, because despite how many times you tell yourself otherwise, you know the reason you accepted his offer stems from curiosity, concern, and guilt over Hoseok’s hiatus as the school’s heartthrob of a dancer. So no, you two aren’t dating. It’s not like Hoseok would want to anyways, especially after hearing you mention the topic he despises the most. “...yeah.”

Jungkook cocks his head and cinches his brows, eyes never leaving the obviously and excessively oversized sweater, “oh, really? Sorry… my bad.”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head and hastily excuse yourself, “see you later.”

Jungkook slowly nods his head, waving you goodbye as you lower your head and quickly make your departure. And despite verbally dismissing their initial suspicions, you can still feel their piercing gaze boring a hole into the back of your head as they questioningly glance at each other with a shrug of the shoulders.

Of course they’d notice; what were you even thinking when you first threw on this damn curse—albeit warm and comfy—of a sweater?

“Oh? Where are you going, Y/N?” you lift your head to find Jimin striding his way towards you from across the hall.

“Home. I have to do something urgent,” you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear.

Jimin lightly laughs at your reply, nodding his head and passing by you only to turn on his heels right when he does so, “hey, I didn’t want to ask you this in front of the other two in case you got embarrassed, but isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Your eyes pop as you quickly whirl around to turn your back on Jimin and hide your cheeks which scorches with heat equivalent to blazing flames, because it’s not like his attempt at sparing you from embarrassment makes anything different; in fact, all it does is commence the second round of embarrassment for you. And when you think about all three of the boys noticing your choice of clothing while everything goes unnoticed by Keiko, you conclude the three boys truly are too similar for your own good.

You gulp down the knot in your throat before exclaiming, “for the last time, no!”

“Okay! Have a safe walk home, alright?” he calls out in the midst of his laughs.

Throwing on the hood which indeed belongs to the one and only infamous Jung Hoseok, a fact which flushes overwhelmingly burning blood to your cheeks, especially when you’re bombarded by the scent of clean mint and spice, or rather, the scent of him, you scurry down the halls without another glance back over your shoulder.

But once you’ve scampered out of the building and into the cold, harsh air of the outside, away and hidden from curious eyes of the dwindling numbers of passerbys in the school, and once you’ve taken your final step out of the hall leading to the dance practice room where light seeps through the doors from late night sessions, you find the sun has finally set.

Street lights line and illuminate the sidewalk in its embrace of warm and welcoming hues of golden bronze, providing more than enough safety for you to roam around in the neighborhood, but the hastening of your footsteps and the panicking thoughts flooding through your mind tell you otherwise; after seeing where your careless curiosity and actions had gotten you into with Jimin and the boys, you devise a simple enough plan to complete on your own terms. You have to get home, change into anything but this damn sweatshirt, and get yourself to a state presentable to a boy who’s soon to come barging into your house uninvited—all to be done before Hoseok arrives.

But when you’re pacing down the streets with your arms crossed and your lungs huffing out quickened breaths showcased by the script of the cold, night air, a part of you dreads for the moment when you’re forced to discard yourself of this sweater. Unlike your bare legs, feet, and lips which quiver in the wrath of the freezing night, your arms, chest, and the entirety of your upper body remains wrapped in the warmth of his cotton sweater. As much as you hate to admit it, the scent which radiates from his sweater provides you with an odd sense of home and security as it shelters you from the weather and intermixes with the scent of freshly watered grass and petrichor.

And when you’re lost in your thoughts elicited by the soft, warm fabric of his sweater, you find yourself walking up your driveway when someone’s voice captures your diverted attention.

“About time you arrive!” a familiarly low yet bright voice calls out to you. Lifting your head, your eyes widen and a harsh pang of your heart against your chest floods you with panic as every part of you hopes he doesn’t notice the sweater you have draped over your body. Luckily, his gaze locks with yours, unamused and tired from waiting, and yet glistening ever so slightly at your arrival. With his body leaning against the wall by your door, he crosses his arms and taps his fingers against them like he always does, “so, where were you?”

“Is that any of your business?” you answer, rummaging through the pockets of the sweater to find your door key.

“Wow, sassy right off the bat,” Hoseok chortles, lifting a plastic bag filled with whatever he had brought with him, “and here I am, a gentleman, bringing you, who should’ve been bedridden, some food.”

Waving him off, you scoff at his remark and fumble with the keys until you realize how close he’s standing to you. And no, it isn’t the proximity of his heat radiating off your already burning cheeks that sends you into panic, but it’s the fact that he’s so close to noticing the sweater of his on you and the thought of a smug smile spreading across his lips when he registers the thought of you, who supposedly, and most certainly, despises him, putting on his clothes that causes you to interject when you can practically feel his eyes scanning you up and down.

“Well, at least I know you weren’t out on a date with some other guy,” he laughs, “or at least not with that outfit—”

“I went to the grocery store,” you blurt out, keeping your eyes on the door and your hands clutching the doorknob.

“Uh… huh…” Hoseok hums, head turning and leaning against the door frame only to meet the hood draping over your own head. “And so why are you coming back empty handed?”

Well shit, maybe he isn’t as dull as you thought after all.

“The store was closed,” you mutter.

“...fair enough,” Hoseok stands there in silence, with the exception of his fingers pattering against his gray sweater, each second which ticks by sends your heart racing in suspense. “By the way, why are you all buried up like that? C’mon, you can’t hate me that much, can you?”

“No, it’s possible,” you quip.

He snorts at your response before he coos, “but I haven’t seen your face in a while! I miss you!”

Hoseok’s hand reaches for your hood, his palm placing flat against the top of your head as he gently attempts to nudge it down only to have you stubbornly grabbing both sides of your hood to prevent it from falling; it’s not like you think you look bad per say, but having Hoseok specifically request for a glimpse of you makes you all the more self conscious. You’re sick. Your nose is red from excessive blowing of tissues, your eyes suffer from dark circles, and your hair is too much of a mess to present to others… but the thing is, none of those thoughts crossed your mind when you marched through school just a few minutes ago. So what is the difference now?

The two of you engage in a mini tug of war challenge until suddenly, all movement comes to a halt and you can no longer feel the force of his hand other than having it rest comfortably against the top of your head.

You can hear him smirk, “...hey, isn’t this my sweater?”

And it’s at that moment that you’re almost certain your heart had stopped and you could no longer breathe.

“No,” you mutter under your breath, finally twisting the doorknob and barging through your door. Whirling around, you attempt to slam the door closed before he could enter, but all efforts are fruitless when he skillfully sticks his foot in the small slit between the door and the remaining distance to the door frame.

“No, I’m pretty sure it is,” he erupts into cackles, “are you really going to shut me out of your house because you’re too scared to admit you’re attached to my sweater? Even when I brought you some food, thinking you were sick and not prancing around outside in my clothes?”

You grit your teeth and bury yourself and your reddening cheeks further into the hoodie, your entire body heating up at his teasing, “shut up or I’m going to lock you out.”

“Weren’t you going to do that anyways?” he quips from the other side of the door. You can just imagine the smug smile plastered across his face. “Open up or people will wonder why I’m at your house and I’m just going to have to tell them you stole my sweater from me!”

Whipping the door open, you turn to storm back into your house without sparing another glimpse at Hoseok, “fine, you win. Close and lock the door, will you?”

“Yes, love,” he chirps mockingly and does as you instruct as you roll your eyes.

Plopping down on your couch, you bury yourself under a bundle of bedsheets, covering half your face up until only your eyes can be seen. Hoseok’s heavy footsteps taps against your wooden floor and echoes across your house, and while you usually would scold Junghwa for jumping around in your house so loudly, you can’t help but become entranced by the eloquence of his steps akin to the heavy beats of a song blasting through small speakers of the dance room. And plus, as much as you hate to admit it, you like noticing these small things about Hoseok that others may not get to see.

“So are you ever going to explain to me why you’re wearing my sweater?” he asks, setting the plastic bag hooked on his slender, soft looking fingers onto the coffee table before you and plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Well, are you ever going to tell me why you quit the dance club?”

He pauses, and you can catch him pursing his lips in the corner of your eyes, “...touché. But I didn’t quit, I’m just taking a break.”

“Same thing,” you snort.

“And it’s not like I’m never going to tell you. C’mon, I promised you I’d tell you as long as you don’t fall for me,” he laughs before smirking, “but seeing how you’re already wearing my clothes, I don’t know if I’ll ever have to tell you—”

“Do you want to stay or not?” you groan, burying your face further underneath your blanket as you shut your eyes in sheer embarrassment.

Why does he always love to tease you like this? But despite the fact that your cheeks burn so brightly and your entire body radiates off heat from the increase of blood flow, you take pleasure in being teased by Hoseok. In a way, it makes you two that much closer, somewhat like friends, and somehow you start to wonder if you’re the only one he teases like this. But when you think about it more, you remember he’s known for playing with girls. You can’t let your guard down. Plus, he’s right about this little bet of yours. If you want the answer to your questions, then you’d have to win. And flustering like this is most definitely a step in the wrong direction.

“Fine, I do, I do. I’ll stop teasing now,” he chuckles, hands lifting to the hem of the blanket resting on the bridge of your nose. His knuckles graze against your already burning cheeks, sending blazes of fire across the surface of your skin as you gulp and your heart nearly jumps from your chest. So when he gently tugs on the blanket to tuck underneath your chin, you’re caught off guard and the blanket easily slips from your gripping fingers. And for the first time in a few days, you peer up to lock eyes with his own soft ones, too close for your own good. He gives you that charming lopsided grin of his, “no, really, stop covering yourself with all of that.”

“It’s your fault for not giving me a warning before coming over,” you mumble, barely able to breathe when the two of you speak eye to eye. “My face isn’t even presentable in this state. Sorry if you’re disappointed—”

“No, that’s not what I’m looking for,” he chuckles, cinching his brows at your remark. “I’m telling you to stop covering your face because I’m genuinely worried you’re going to suffocate underneath all that. Aren’t you hot?”

“...not really,” you lie, averting your eyes when the burning of your cheeks only push you closer to brink of sweating right then and there.

“Alright, if you’re too attached to my sweater to take it off, just feel free to say so. I’ll lend you my other clothes if you really want, ow,” he breaks out into a fit of laughs when you punch his arm and turns his wide eyes to meet your glaring ones, “hey, I’m just joking! I’m just trying to convince you to take that damn jacket off! It’s hot as hell in here!”

“But I look like a mess!” you exclaim.

“No, you don’t!” he scoffs in disbelief. “You look damn perfect to me! Now give me this blanket!”

Huffing at his persistence, you remove the hood from your head and throw the blanket off to the side. A rush of cold air brushes against your bare skin and relieves it from the previous heat of your sheets. Hoseok’s right, he could see right through you, because you really were dying underneath all of those sheets and clothing. And so of course, you cross your arms and refuse to admit it, but that doesn’t stop him from widening his eyes in surprise before smugly smiling to himself in triumph.

“See? Your hair looks effortlessly perfect. Your bare face is as breathtaking as ever. You look great, so stop hiding that pretty face of your from me, alright?” he quickly says, turning away to occupy himself with the contents of bags.

His sweet words come to him so naturally that you’re not sure if you should be ashamed of yourself for being touched. And even though your heart skips at his endless compliments, it’s impossible to deny the juxtaposition of the drop in your stomach when you realize you were looking for more of a reaction. What exactly were you looking for? Were you hoping his jaws would drop and all air would be knocked from his lungs at the mere sight of you? Aren’t you falling too quickly for his way with words and dancing yourself right into the palm of his hands?

“So why’re you here?” you take a deep breath and sigh.

“To feed my sick girlfriend,” he dips a plastic spoon into the bowl of congee, blows gently across the steam which evaporates into the air, and brings it to your lips.

You roll your eyes, “don’t call me that. We’re not even dating.”

“Aren’t we technically dating? Open up, love,” Hoseok furthermore teases, a snicker coming from his lips as he pushes the spoon against your closed lips. “Ahhh. Or are you going to be a baby and need me to pretend this is an airplane?”

“I have a cold. It’s not like I don’t have arms or some—”

—in goes the spoon.

“Good girl,” Hoseok coos, removing the spoon from your lips and returning it to the bowl of congee.

You hate to say it, but the entire situation and vibe he gives off would’ve given anyone, including you, the wrong impression. Here he is, a casual gray sweater and mustard colored snapback thrown on backwards in a haste to meet you, someone he’s supposedly seeing all for a silly bet, and feeding you some homemade food to his sick pretend girlfriend. Everything about him, his teasing, and the warm atmosphere of tonight screams of more than a fake relationship. But does he notice it? Does he notice the change in the air? The fact that he’s acting so damn casual and calm around you in your own house angers you all the more. Glimpsing back over his shoulder, he only laughs at your silent death glare.

“What?” he raises a brow.

“Nothing,” you mutter. Quick, think of something to get back at him. “Do you want to attend your club’s annual spring boot camp?”

“First off,” Hoseok frowns, placing the spoon back into the bowl and leaning back into the couch, “it’s not my club. Second, no, I don’t.”

“Why not?” you question, brows furrowing. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, a part of you still longs for the day Hoseok returns to the stage, and the bootcamp sounds perfect for that. “Jimin says they’re completely behind schedule and they don’t know what to do without their dance captain.”

“They’ll be fine. They can ask Keiko anyways,” he deadpans, glimpsing at you before adding, “Keiko’s our last dance captain.”

“...Keiko?” you repeat. It’s dumb for this to finally reoccur to you, but you had totally forgotten how Hoseok had first asked you out on a date due to a bet he had made with his own friends. You’re just a pawn in the midst of his plans in acquiring feelings from his ultimate goal. “...do you still talk to her?”

He quirks a brow, “not particularly.”

Odd. A contradiction to Keiko’s words. One of them had to be lying, and if you’re being fair, Hoseok is the more likely one.

“Just wondering, but do you ever regret quitting dance? Don’t you regret letting people down? Or is there anyone you wish you had gotten to know better?” you gulp when the words slip from you before you could take them back. “People from the club? People who were going to join the club?”

He glances at you with a raised brow before turning away to stare at the window absent of the usual sunlight flooding through across the two of you. “No. It’s not like I remember every single member.”

That’s a lie. As people had fawned over him for, he always knew the name of every single member.

“I don’t miss having people watching me dance. I don’t miss the stage.”

Another lie.

“I don’t miss trying so hard to recruit new members only to be turned down when they don’t show up the next day at practice,” Hoseok mutters, and you’re pierced with a sense of guilt. Is he alluding to you…? Does he remember you? Does he remember the fateful night you two had spent together only to let him come crashing down the next day? Or were you just one of many? “...but I do wonder where she went.”

She?

“Who—”

 “But let’s not talk about that anymore,” he gives you a small, lopsided smile, “you promised me, after all.”

Ah, something about his smile irks you to the point that your chest aches and your guts twist in pain. His smile. It isn’t genuine. It isn’t as genuine as it used to be. 

Hoseok chuckles in the midst of the silence, “actually… come to think of it, I did give you a warning. I texted you fifteen minutes before coming over. Why didn’t you reply?”

Looking over his shoulder, he finds you staring at him in silence. Hoseok quirks a brow at the parting of your lips that fails to utter a single explanation.

“...I didn’t receive your texts,“ you blink and he reciprocates your blank stare.

“Oh, really?” Hoseok raises a brow, eyes trailing to the coffee table where your phone lies.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Glimpsing between your phone and Hoseok, you immediately spring forward in a vain attempt to retrieve your device, for when you’re up and on your feet, you realize your phone is right in Hoseok’s hands. Raising his hands up above his head and high into the air where you fail to reach despite numerous jumps, Hoseok takes his own phone from his pocket to dial in your number.

And sure enough, his number and contact name pops up on your screen.

“Ew, Hoseok?!” he exclaims, mouth gaping at the name you had given him on your phone. “When did you change this because last time I remember it was just Hoseok?!”

“I changed it because it more accurately portrays my feelings towards you, hmph,” you stick your tongue out at him and snatch your phone back.

“Says the one wearing my sweater!”

“Hey, you promised you’d stop!”

“Then change it!” he exclaims.

The two of you wrestle around, tugging and pulling and pushing every which way in an attempt to win over the phone. But alas, as fate has it, the phone somehow flies off into the air across the room and the two of you collapse back onto the couch—you underneath Hoseok and Hoseok over you.

He’s too close. His nose just an inch from grazing against yours and his lips just a couple of inches from meeting yours. His eyes gaze right down and straight into your own wide ones, except his is unfazed. You gulp. You can feel his heat radiating off his body and onto yours, his hands by your each side of your head and holding him up from collapsing onto you. His heavy, mint scented breathing brushes across your lips, sending tingles down your spine, and his usual deodorant overwhelming you in a cloud of a dazed moment.

“Come to think of it…” he says, not budging a single inch. “You do look strikingly familiar…”

Your eyes pop open and he smirks in reaction, leaning in closer and closer by the second. Is he really going in for it...? You panic for what to do before your instincts calls for you to place a hand against his chest and push him away, “get off me already!”

Lifting his cap to run a hand through his hair and reposition his snapback, he chuckles and leans over to grab another spoonful of congee, “I was just joking around. It’s not like I was actually gonna kiss you or anything. Now finish this food or you’re wasting my efforts.”

He might’ve been joking around about the kiss, but something tells you he’s not quite joking around about the remark which slipped from his lips unknowingly.

And just like that, you spend the rest of your day with Hoseok. Teasing, laughing, smacking, and just being the two polar opposites that you are akin to the sun and the moon until the day ends the second the clock strikes midnight.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

🙂 - ɟ

Hiii babies and dear Anons ���🏼🤗 Here’s another post with the answers to the asks Mari sent me. Enjoy 🙃

 Hi @sawwyouuinadream 👋🏼😄 I’ve already talked about how C exaggerated for the sake of the songs in my ‘💭- ɟ’ post (8th question) [click on the #f anon of this post to see all my others]. As for the rest, you need to understand the difference between our normal life and theirs, especially when they were in the group. You can’t compare your life and what you would do with your girlfriend in their place simply because they’re completely different things. Any parent of famous artists who gets the chance to spend time with their child when they can, seizes the opportunity. I saw it with 5H, I saw it and keep seeing it with Ari, I saw it in Taylor’s documentary, and many others. But not all artists have this luck.

5H were far from home, always around the world, without parents most of the time, and with fans who recognized them. Unlike the other parents who didn’t always have the opportunity to be with them because of work, the most present were Sinu, papa H (Jerry, Ally’s dad), and mama Dre (Andrea, Normani’s mom; as much as Sinu and continued as Sinu even after the hiatus). The only difference is that Camila suffers from depression and variants of OCD (diagnosed in 2015) and for these reasons, Sinu has always tried to be as present as possible. She only became a regular presence after C’s explosion in early September 2016. And, honestly? I don’t know where Camila would be without her mom. I don’t think she could have gotten through most of the things. I don’t think she would be in the industry anymore.

Now, I’d like to remind you of something else: we only see 5/10% of their lives. And that 5/10%, is ONLY what they want to show. You said that Sinu always accompanied C on dates? That’s not true. We saw Sinu with them a couple of times when they went shopping, once for dinner at Katsuya’s, and once at the beach in Australia. And these are literally only five times in what, four years that C was in 5H? Do you really think those were their only dates? Or that those can even be called dates and not just spending time with the mother-in-law? Come on. Try to look at it differently. Try to look at it from a broader perspective. Try to look at the big picture.

I send you a hug 🤗

 No, dear Anon. Lauren was together with Camila. That whole conversation was based on Camila teasing Lauren. That episode was another confirmation for me regarding their first kiss. Lauren answering “Kind of” because Camila literally nearly passed out from nervousness is one of the things that amuses me the most.

Oh and, dear Anon? Bread Simplified, aka I don’t know what lips are, was just another one of her PRs. I don’t know how this is still something to doubt about. 75/80% of all Hollywood couples are fake, and as I said earlier, we only see 5/10% of what they want to show us about their lives. I’ve said this before and will write it again: “Any PR relationship involving Camren is simply this: fake, and for publicity and narrative purposes”. Real relationships, dear Anon, are not public ones. They’re the ones we don’t see.

 I’m still a little bit confused about your ask actually if I have to be honest, dear Anon. I’ll answer based on what I understood.

None of the five of them are with Syco Music anymore because it has integrated with Sony Music Entertainment and therefore doesn’t exist anymore.

Only Camila and Lauren are with Syco Entertainment simply because only the two of them were asked to sign. Simon never cared about the group per se. He wanted Lauren and Camila from the start and he got them. He created an opportunity to prepare them for that world and for their eventual solo careers. How? By creating 5H. By creating three products (C, L, and 5H) at once that would make him money.

 Because, dear Anon, as twisted as it sounds, it’s part of their publicity. I’ll explain myself better. Camren sells. From the beginning. A large part of the 5H fans became their fans BECAUSE of Camren. The labels still use them when needed. For labels, it’s okay to get people talking. It’s okay to get them to speculate, take their name out there, create buzz, create gossip, everything’s okay, EXCEPT confirming it. The important thing is the publicity. The important thing is to sell what they want to sell, and many times, they use Camren to do it. And it works. It works EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Plus, I think both C&L also had fun doing it to “keep the boat afloat”. More in the past than now tho.

I know about the rest of the pictures because it was said a while back by a guy who said he was yet another ‘insider’, dear Anon. This guy even published an email that was supposed to be from 2017 from TMZ to Roger in which they were supposed to have a meeting to discuss the extension of the agreement made not to publish the dossier. It’s actually old news, and it indeed seems strange to me that you’re only finding out now 🙃 Has anyone ever talked about it here on Tumblr?

But anyway. That he was an insider, I have my serious doubts. That the email picture was specially created, perhaps by him himself, I’m sure of it because it looks more fake than a plastic flower. That TMZ actually has a dossier on them, is very likely because this is another one of the many ways paparazzi agencies make money.

Dear Anon, I guess this ask of yours is due to your reading of my last post. If you’ve read it, then you have also read the sentence that I will now copy: “Everyone’s ready to point the finger when they don’t even know what is really going on behind the scenes”. You’re doing the same thing. You’re doing the same thing because all I see here is Roger did this and Roger did that, but you don’t know that. You don’t know why he did certain things. You don’t know why he didn’t do certain things. You don’t know why he handled some things in one way and some things in another. You know nothing, yet you’re pointing the finger.

I understand that you’re speaking based on what you see, believe me, I understand, but you’re judging without knowing. We know this PR is for Skittles, so what do you know if the deals made were exactly for Roger to promote him more? What do you know if the deals made were exactly for Roger to do or not do certain things? And more importantly, what do you know that Roger no longer has Camila’s best interests at heart? Just because of this show? Come on!

I’ll try to be clearer this time because I’ve noticed that many, like you, didn’t get the big picture of my last post. The labels decide everything. Camila can choose certain things, propose ideas, and be more liberally creative, but she doesn’t have the last word. If Camila comes up with the idea for a video she wants to make, but the labels don’t like it, then she can’t make that video. If Camila wants to perform a song in a certain way, but the labels don’t approve of a thing, then Camila has to change that thing in order to perform it. If the labels say no, then it’s no. Periodt.

Camila accepted the PR. COVID has changed things. She couldn’t expect such a thing. Hell, none of us could have expected a worldwide pandemic. But things turned out this way, and now she’s miserable. The choice she had initially made has backfired on her, and there’s nothing she can do to change that because it’s a legally binding contract. Neither she nor Roger, whom I remind you is also an attorney, can do anything about it.

I made this little scene for you. I hope that with this, you’ll see things a little more clearly.

*During the meeting*

“And that’s the idea” Roger says as Simon continues to look at the various set designs and documents by nodding

“So.. what do you think?” Camila asks anxiously and with a small hopeful smile

“I think we only need to change a couple of things, but for the rest, everything’s fine” Simon replies

“Really?” Camila asks excitedly

“Yes, really” Simon replies with a chuckle due to her enthusiasm “Good job, Camilla”

“Yay!” Camila cheers towards Roger. She’s too happy to care about the cringe due to the mispronunciation of her name. She’s used to hearing him call her that for years now.

“What are the changes you were referring to?” Roger asks him

“Oh, you know, this and this” Simon replies, turning the set designs towards them “It’s a little too…”   “Gay?” Camila asks with a laugh, finishing his sentence

“We knew, but she wanted to try anyway” Roger says, indicating Camila with his palm “So, by changing those two things, we’re ready to go? We’re gonna shoot the video in a week”

“Yes, I approve. Everything’s all right” Simon says, handing the set designs back

“Thanks, Simon” Camila says, getting up together with Roger ready to leave the room

“Oh and, Camilla? Remember what we talked about” Simon tells her as soon as she gets to the door

“But-”   “Remember what we agreed on” Simon says, interrupting her

With a sigh, Camila nods and turns to look at Roger who smiles at her sympathetically. With another sigh, this time of acceptance and determination, Camila positions herself behind Roger, who’s bending his knees to get down and is bringing his torso forward.

“Um.. what exactly are you two doing?” Simon asks, confused and curious at the same time

“When you tell me to jump, I ask you ‘how high?’, right?” Camila answers him as she climbs on Roger’s back

Simon nods with an even more puzzled expression.

“I’m helping her jump from higher” Roger explains to him

*the end*

This is just a silly example, but I hope it helped you understand the dynamics better. I also copied and pasted another piece of my previous post as a reminder: “If Roger does certain things that you may not like at first glance, before accusing him, please wait. Wait till you see why he’s doing what he’s doing, and then if you really don’t like it, then point the finger. But if you have to do it for no good reason, then don’t. You’d only going to look worse after. Same thing for Camila. They have a reason for doing what they do, so just wait before speaking and judging.”

Have a great day too, dear 😊

 I don’t think you’re gonna like my analysis, dear Anon, but you asked for it, so here it is.

I’d like to start by saying that Thinkin’ Bout One is a half-demo. It’s not a completed song and it’s from ‘The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving.’ era, so even before the album title changed to ‘Camila’. I’m talking about the very beginning. When Havana wasn’t even remotely ready to be complete, or recorded if that’s why. When I Have Questions had just been recorded or was about to be recorded. I’m talking about the end of 2016.

The demo is pretty messed up because there is no intro, verses, pre-chorus, chorus, etc., like in a normal song. The quality and the way the demo is structured reminds me a lot of the GarageBand Camila times. To be honest, I think that’s how it was recorded. I think Camila created the demo on her own and then she abandoned it once she started recording other songs that would adapt and fit in the true direction of the album.

The reason I said I don’t think you’re gonna like my analysis is because this song, it’s not about Lauren. I have reason to think this song is for someone else, but without dwelling on that, I’ll explain why in my opinion it’s not about Lauren through my interpretation.

“Where you at

Come baby show me where you at

Finally got time off work

Tryina disappear off the map with ya

What’s love gotta do with it

This my vacation time

Bathin suits and tan line

Thirst trap for your timeline”

Camila is asking this somebody where they are. Camila was still working with Lauren in 2016. She knew where Lauren was because she was with her, this somebody wasn’t. She’s asking them to meet and spend those days she had free together. She’s asking them to go together to a place where they could be off the radar. A place with a warm climate. And she’s not asking them to see it as a romantic getaway, but just as a vacation. Love was the last of her thoughts given what she was going through with Lauren that year.

“Num num num num num

Pass the henny not the rum

I go num num num num num

If I decide to give you sum

Talkin talkin talkin

All this time that we been rockin

Hey”

“Sip a lil this

Sip a little that

Now this ain’t nothin but a fact

I need you come and take control”

This vacation that Camila proposes also included alcohol and other activities, if you know what I mean. I’ll explain the slang she uses here to indicate those two very things.

In case you didn’t know, num is the slang for making out. Henny is the slang for Hennessy, which is a brand of cognac. It’s used a lot together with coke for a simple two-ingredient cocktail, and indeed, Camila specifies that she prefers henny over rum (rum and coke) in her simple two-ingredient cocktail. Sum is the slang for some. Now that you know, I believe you can put the pieces together and better understand the puns she used here.

And that’s all. There’s nothing about Lauren for me. There’s nothing deep about it. Just another distraction. And for me, for my timeline, this event happened during the 7/27 tour break. The break that lasted from July 6 to 26 before starting the North American part.

Hello to you too dear Anon 😄 No, I personally don’t think those scenes represent her experiences exactly as they happened. I think she and Dave (Meyers) represented her experience in a cinematic and straight way, but with symbols that represented Lauren.

For example, the fact that Dylan plays the piano is to represent an artist, aka music, aka Lauren. The flower on the back of his shirt in the kiss scene: Lauren. The book’s scene you mentioned? The scene is represented in winter with snow, yet in her memory, they’re both represented dressed in a light way, aka ‘In Miami, where winters are hot’ (Sangria Wine’s verse 2) [or even in L.A. since the winter climate is much more similar to the spring one]. They both like to read, so the book was a perfect clue. Alcohol and fights were represented in a much stronger way than I think they happened in reality because we all know that Lauren is not a violent person. The moon? There’s not even the need to explain it. Oh and, the fact that she’s holding hands with herself at the end of the video is also a representation of what we saw in the Havana music video. The “I do love you. But I love me more” that we saw there. With that scene at the end of the Consequences music video, Camila shows us that she has finally managed to love herself.

So dear Anon, to me, that video is just an artistic representation of how things went. And thanks. I hadn’t watched that video in a long time, but I went to re-watch it for you, so thank you, dear 🥰

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Aaand I’m done 😄 I hope I was helpful in this case too. As always, I’m available for those who have questions, so feel free to ask 😊 Thanks once again to you for asking me and Mari for making this exchange possible 😍

As usual, remember to be kind, to others and to yourself. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. I send you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

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This was awesome, thanks again F. BTW, the marks on the asks is a small detail I couldn’t erase but you can read them anyway, so sorry bout that.

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Exclusive Content

this is a master list of all one shots, blurbs, series parts, and unfinished content that i have posted on patreon (so far)! click the title to read the sneak peek (if i’ve posted one)

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*+VALENTINE��S DAY

the one where harry has an eventful day

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

* ACHY BACK

the one where y/n’s back hurts and harry draws a bath

“Took too long,” Y/N mumbled as they met in the middle, knuckling tiredly at her eyes. A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken a shower hours prior. Her back had been aching since then, the pain barely bearable for her stature, causing a crease in between his brows.

+ A LETTER TO THE MAN I’VE LOVED

the one where harry receives a letter from y/n

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

+ UNWAVERING (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

the one where harry cheats (another version of ‘a cheat’)

"I-I'm in a bit of a rush, baby.” He took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "I have a meeting today. Lots of work to be done," Harry responded his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Y/N nodded to please him.

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her at the back burner of his mind.  

"I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

+ ALL I ASK

the one where feelings aren’t mutual and hearts are broken

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren't. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

* LITTLE PRINCE

the one where harry and y/n are 7-year olds

Harry gasped in horror, crouching to his knees and getting his knee dirty beside the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn't mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?" Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

RENEGADE

the one where y/n teaches harry the ‘renegade’ dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker. 

DROP THE TOWEL (m)

the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

“Hey, babe,” He greeted, walking closer to you in a towel that made him feel liberated. You hummed in a silent greeting, giving him a smile before doing a double-take at his appearance. He dropped the towel on the floor, his length hanging proudly between his legs. 

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry,” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

DREAM WITH ME (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

the one where y/n has trouble falling asleep

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black. 

DIGRESS (1) PROGRESS (2) REGRESS (3) 

the one where love fails

What happens when love fades away? How do you cope with the feelings disappearing slowly like a blot of dark blue paint diluting with every stroke of a ruffled paintbrush? Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

ROUTINE (1) (the first part will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus. following parts will be patron-exclusive content)

the one where harry is a camboy

In a blink of an eye, Harry’s toned body was showcased on the screen, allowing him to view what his viewers had the pleasure of seeing. The ‘LIVE’ sign blinked repeatedly.

“Hello,” Harry drawled out purposefully using a deeper tone to set the mood. “How are you today?” His fingers stayed hung over the armchair, griping it slightly when comments started rolling in.

NOTES ON CAMP (1) (2) (3) (exclusive content as of right now) - this fic will be posted on Tumblr when I return from my hiatus

Y/N plastered a smile on her face as she shook Belle’s hand. “Sorry but I need to steal Harry away,” Belle tugged on his tattooed arm, fingers clasping around his wrists as he started walking along with her. “See you, Y/N!” Harry greeted, turning around with his arm draped over Belle’s shoulder.

“See you,” She whispered under her breath, looking at his retreating figure towards the cafeteria. Y/N couldn’t help the disappointment she felt, her shoulders slouching at the realization that it was too good to be true. Of course, he had a girlfriend.  A gentleman with chiselled features and a caring personality complimenting her? No way. Still, she wasn’t too sad about it. It wasn’t like they’ve known each other for long. Plus, they were co-workers! It would feel wrong to start a relationship anyway.

STRESSED OUT

the one where y/n is stressed and harry wants her to take a break

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Harry physically pulled his chest back. He felt like he had been shot. He knew she didn’t mean it though, but it still hurt to hear, “O-oh. I didn't know y-you felt that way,”

She continued, “You don’t know what it’s like having to spend hours researching so you don’t get anything wrong. Sleepless nights to perfect one paragraph that my professor nitpicks to the bone,” Y/N penned a few words on her notebook, not noticing the pout plastered on Harry’s face.

DESSERT

the one where harry wants something else

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

PET NAME

the one bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name

“Am I, Harry? Seems like you’re putting me at the back burner nowadays,”

He was speechless; had he? Harry didn’t mean to make her feel this way but he wasn’t aware that he was actively blowing her off for Ruby. And why won’t she call him ‘honey’? That was his nickname, wasn’t it? H stood for Harry but it was also the pet name Y/N had given him.

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself--golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

ROOMMATES SERIES (3) (4) (5) (6)

the one where harry and y/n are roommates

updates every 2 weeks!

will not be posted on Tumblr until the series is finished

Y/N gasped at Harry’s proximity, lids snapping open with her hand reaching over to pat along until she found her phone which was blaring with an alarm that she had set. Harry gulped, eyes wide as his mind ran through what the hell just happened.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” She yelled, tugging the sheets higher on her body. 

“I-I was just waking you up so you can make us dinner,” Harry stuttered out, his excuse sounding lame but he patted himself on the shoulder for making it up on the spot. Well, that was his intention in the first place until he got distracted.

FRIENDS DON’T MINI-SERIES (1) (2) (3)

“Is this okay?” Her doe irises searched his. Harry raised his head lazily to make eye contact, nodding his head with a bit lip. Y/N clenched her inner thighs together at his already blissed-out state, his pupils slowly becoming larger with arousal. “Friends don’t touch each other this way,” She purposefully drew out her statement, giving Harry an out of the situation if he needed to.

“More than okay,”

FIC EXTRAS #1 - TEASE

the one before ‘under the table’

“Fuckin’ dirty,” He spat, the pads of his thumb tracing circles on her hipbones, not feeling a trace of clothing resting on her hips. “Wearin’ a short dress with no panties,”

Y/N hummed, arms slanting behind her to support her upper body so that she could spread her legs further, making room for Harry’s hand. “Didn’t feel like it,”

“Y’just waiting for me to find out, hmm? You knew I couldn’t resist myself when you look so goddamn pretty,”

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #1

the one with fratboy!harry

“Y’alright?” Harry’s husky breath barely made its way to her ears, only then did Y/N feel the hand palming her lower back, another one gripped around her shoulders. Her front flushed against his own, feeling his hard chest on her heaving ones. She peeked one eye open, looking around at her angled stance, then to Harry who wore a concerned look scanning her face. Y/N nodded in response, blinking rapidly, her nipples hardening at a sudden cold breeze beneath the thin fabric of her dress, surely poking him through his shirt. She blushed at the thought and his brief glance over her where they touched, his eyes dilating the tiniest amount.

UNFINISHED DRABBLE #2

the one where harry’s a cheating asshole

Harry wormed his way through his delectable voice and his ever-present words that somehow scorched your shield to the ground. Again. He promised never to do it again and your love-sick heart trusted him. Again. 

But your trust wasn’t something that was particularly valuable to him. To Harry, it would always be there, lingering like the stars in the night sky; always present, always gleaming. Harry was very sorry for what he was doing to you. It was ironic, really; he hoped and prayed every day that you wouldn’t find out but his carelessness left everything out in the open.  

TEXT MESSAGES #1

the one where y/n has silly thoughts

TEXT MESSAGES #2

the one where harry and y/n share the same class 

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Indefinite Hiatus.

To anyone reading this, I ask that you respectfully do not reblog this post, as it is very personal, thank you. That being said, the post is long, I’m a writer, what do you expect? But there were so many things I needed to get of my chest, whether anyone reads it all or not, simply doesn’t matter. I had to speak it all out, in order to move on. I will as such hide it under a cut, in case anyone should be curious why I am going on hiatus. Which I don’t usually do, I tend to just take off for a couple of days when things bother me enough to leave. But I thought this time I had to make an announcement, as it is quite possible I am simply just done with this place, and wont be returning. I simply don’t know at the moment, and none of what I write in this post, is written as a form of attention seeking, nor a way for me to get people to show me attention or beg me to stay. If I’m going, I’m going, and there’s nothing anyone can say that would make me stay. I simply make the announcement out of the respect for the few followers I still have some respect for. I wont just up and leave with no word when there’s people on here I still care about. So to be abundantly clear. This is a hiatus. I might be back. I might not be back. Only time will tell. I may some days hang around to check up on cc, you may even see me reply a person here and there, and not reply others. This isn’t anything personal towards anyone. I am simply a person who constantly bend over backwards for everyone else, then push myself repeatedly aside. And I am officially done with it. From now on if you see me online, on any sort of platform, I will not feel bad in any sort of way for not being available, simply because I am online. From now on I will only engage in things that resonate with me, when they resonate with me. Anything else steals my peace. And I no longer want to allow that. I might be gone a couple days, I might be gone a month. Maybe you wont ever see me return, and that’s that. I will take the time I need, even if that means for good. I will no longer put others before my own well being. I might even come by to reblog this post a few times, simply for the fact that I spent many hours, weighing my words, trying to make them as polite, yet clear as possible. I spent lots of time and energy on this, so if I during my hiatus come by to reblog it, it’s not a way to seek attention, or more likes/comments. It’s simply that I made a large effort, and I want as many of my followers to read this, so there’s no confusion as to why I am suddenly gone. If you want me to clarify further than that/you’re curious what finally made a “kind” person give up, it’s all below the cut:

I’ve been sitting on this for a couple days. Debating on whether I should say something or not. But I’ve come to the conclusion that I want to be as transparent as possible, in hopes that, it may, help someone else avoid being in a similar situation. Maybe someone will learn something along these lines of words I so carefully have put together. Preventing someone else from getting hurt. One can hope. And I also hope by speaking up, I can release the negativity I have been carrying, and set it free. Preventing it from weighing me further down. A few days ago, I entered one of my oldest characters, Odette, into a model casting, for Billsims. An experience that should have been fun and enjoyable, but instead resulted in making the decision to pull Odette out of the casting, to avoid Billsims potentially getting in trouble. You see, on the application info post, Billsims mentioned that it would be nice if a bit of info would be written about the sim we would enter, but it wasn’t a must. I decided, as a writer, to write a bit about my character, cause you betcha, as soon as someone mentions they might want a few words about a character of mine, -and my words start spilling like iced tea on a hot summers day! So I added the basic info I thought Odette herself would find important. Among that, I mentioned she’s a ‘Romanian Gypsy’. I did this to best clarify what Ethnicity she has, and what she classifies herself as. If I had simply written ‘Roma/Romani’, many people might not have understood what was meant. And I wanted to be as clear as possible about her, plus the word Gypsy, is simply what she has chosen for herself. I furthermore added she’s a proud woman, and a Pagan. Surprise surprise, someone didn’t like this info, and decided it was okay to point that out on my application post.  I still don’t understand some people’s need to constantly nitpick at anything they see online, specially in public, and specially when it comes to people simply having a hobby, enjoying said hobby peacefully, without harming anyone. Now, the post is still up on my blog, the comments are still there. Anyone is free to go have a look if they wish to know exactly what was said. But that being said, I hope and would like to think my followers are old enough to not attack anyone. Please. It wont solve anything. I also ask that no one bother Billsims about the matter, he was perfectly wonderful about it all, and had no issue with neither me, nor Odette. I was the one who decided to pull her out of the casting, in order to protect him, he even told me I was more than welcome to enter someone else. I decided against that however, to protect my peace. Something a very wise person told me to do. Thank you. I stopped replying to the person after my first reply, simply cause I saw no reason to engage in a debate that would lead nowhere. It seemed as if they already had a rather twisted view of me or my character or what was going on, quite possible a mix of it all? So I let them stay in their belief. Trying to convince them otherwise seemed like a tedious task, I had no energy to take on. And I instead went for advice from a trusted person, and enjoyed a long peaceful and uplifting conversation, rather than a fruitless quarrel with someone that was already so sure I was out there doing all sorts of harmful things through my character. I suppose the person commenting wasn’t a follower of mine, and if they were, I cannot imagine them to be a longtime follower. You see, I am aware Gypsy by now is often seen as a ‘slur word’, as this person was trying to educate me. I do not write something into my characters without making at least some sort of research first. Had this person been a long term follower, they would have known, I rarely ever use that word. As a matter of fact, not so long ago, I posted the bio of another character, Gabriella, she was also listed as ‘Romanian Gypsy’. So is the rest of the Lupei clan that both Odette and Gabriella belong to. They have always been listed as such. Ever since I started on Simblr 5 years ago. No one has ever commented on it before. And when I posted Gabriella’s bio earlier this Autumn, I was even met with surprise that I have Roma characters. So it seems, even long term followers hadn’t noticed. Which must mean, I am certainly not a person spreading the word around. It’s not the first time, I have had to get ‘whipped over the back of my head with a wet newspaper,’ by someone who thought I needed some schooling. I have had that experience twice before. So 3 times in total the 5 years I’ve been here. What a rebel I must be, since I have had to be corrected so many times. Once for having many gay characters in Polyamorous relationships. Once for having twins/blood related characters dating each other, and was as result accused of saying incest is right and spreading it as if everyone should be doing it. Which I never did, and never would. We have Game Of Thrones doing that already. First of, I simply don’t agree with that. I don’t think incest is right. However, I also don’t think it is wrong, if the people involved love each other and can make it work. And yes, that is possible. The person getting their panties in a twist over River and Jackall being a couple, did mention they had experienced incest close hand, so I do wanna defend them, and give them their space to be outraged, since I could understand it was a trigger for them. However, I cannot prevent everyone’s triggers, nor is it my job to do so. It is up to you to avoid your triggers, and to find a way to deal with them, so when someone does trigger you, you can handle yourself the best way possible. The whole world is never gonna wrap you in cotton. You need to wrap yourself. It took me no more than 2 minutes to find a very informative Wiki article about how incest IN FACT can be between two consensual adults, which the individual claimed could NEVER exist. Furthermore it can happen between two consensual adults whom happen to love each other just as dearly as two people in a completely “normal” relationship can. Two minutes research was all it took. Imagine if people would do just a minimum effort of research BEFORE they start attacking other people. Imagine a world like that. By all means, if I were out there on the street corners of the world, with pamphlets promoting incest, drag me to a side and slap me. That aint cool. But I am just over here, in my quiet little corner, doing my own thing, which btw you are more than allowed to disagree with, but don’t come knocking on my door with your disagreement. The very few posts I have ever shown of my incestuous couples, have all been very tasteful. And although it is mentioned on each characters bio, whom they are in a relationship with, I think it’s been years since I last even posted a pic of any of said people. I have posted far worse things, and no one ever mate as much as a squeak about it. Still, you are allowed to disagree, I just wish you would handle it in a better way than schooling everyone who does something you mildly (or even strongly) disagree with, and save the schooling for the real issues such as child pornography, Nazi’s, global warming, racism, whether people should wear a mask or not, and any sort of abuse/bullying. Here’s three alternatives I welcome on the other hand: 1. Scroll on. (I have talked with several of my long term followers, and they have confirmed they don’t always agree with the things I post, but they follow anyway, because they enjoy the majority of what I post, and the rest they simply scroll past. It doesn’t ruin their day, or their enjoyment of following my blog in general.) 2. Unfollow. You are always more than welcome to unfollow A-NY-THING on social media, if you do not like what you are seeing. When you subscribe to something/someone, the moment you no longer enjoy what you are seeing, you always have the chance of unfollowing. It’s not a permanent subscription for the rest of your life. Nor a chance for you to try to change what others are posting about. Specially as long as it isn’t harming anyone. 3. Block. The button exist on the vast majority of social media for a reason. Use it if you believe something or someone is so bad that it/they steal your sunshine. Block block block, and move away from it. If you keep hanging onto something you have blocked, what’s the point really? You’re still allowing it to affect you. Move on. And for the umpteenth time, even if my characters does something/say something/engage in something, doesn’t necessarily have to mean I agree with them/their choices/their lifestyle. With some things I do, others I don’t. I’m a writer. I enjoy writing things that challenges me, and challenges the reader. I simply don’t find joy in writing the typical white picket fence story where everyone fits into society, and everything is butterflies and Dandelions. But at the same time, I also don’t run around nitpicking at the people who do enjoy writing or reading these types of stories. The thing is, it’s fiction, right? I’m not writing about real life characters. So I ask you, do you believe every piece of fiction you have ever read? Does Lord Of The Rings or Harry Potter align with real life? If you can say no to that, then why on earth are you so dead sure that the fiction I write align with reality? For the last time, I do NOT agree with incest. For my characters, which btw doesn’t end at just River and Jackall, I do believe in it, simply for the circumstances of how the relationships happened. But you would have to read my whole story to finally understand it all. But I am not cramming it down your throat, specially if you have already made it clear you disagree. To that I once again want to add, my story is nowhere public, so I am really not in any way educating anyone on incest or ‘Gypsies’ or polyamory or anything else. I think polyamory is cool for the people who enjoy it. Have I personally ever been in a poly relationship? No. But I am at the belief people can do with their private life what they wish, as long as they aren’t harming anyone and everyone involved agrees. And to get back to what this post originally was intended to be about, the matter on Odette’s post, I have a few last things I need to say before I put the matter to rest: I'm not representing all of Romani, when I speak for my character(s). I never once mentioned this is how all Romani is. So if that’s what you read, that is on you and the words you add to mine, not my actual words or intention. I'm simply allowing my character and her family to be whatever they want to be, and call themselves however they see fit. As long as they are good kind people, it shouldn't matter much what they call themselves, as long as they don't use slur words for others. I never once claimed that all Romani is Pagan. Odette is. Her father or twin brother, isn't. Odette comes from a mixed background, and is as such a mix herself. And how beautiful is that? Wouldn't it be a shame, if we were only ever allowed to be just one thing in this life? I am not out here educating people on Romani culture, I am not calling people Gypsy in real life, nor do I do it online. In fact I don't call anyone anything in real life, cause people's skin tones simply doesn't matter that much to me. We are all just shades. No shade is more important than the other. We are all decaying plant food. Really. Odette has proudly chosen this word for herself, just as her family before her has been proud to do so. I have in no way portrayed my characters in the meaning of any sort of slur word. They are all highly intelligent well educated people. Odette is under education as a nurse. Her father is a well known and well respected doctor. Furthermore, they are all shape-shifters, whom can shift into very large wolves. Odette’s father being the Alpha. Wait, does that mean I am calling all Romani werewolves? It’s fiction. I am not standing on some stool somewhere preaching to anyone. I’m just me and my characters. I keep it between them and I 99% of the time. My roomie has a friend whom proudly calls herself a Gypsy. She has family whom proudly call themselves Gypsies. So not everyone views this word as bad. And yes there are real life people out there, who sees the word as positive and call themselves by it. Are you going to run after them too, and dictate what they are allowed to call themselves? Or is that only reserved for Simblr’s you disagree with? You simply can’t box up a whole minority like that and claim the word is always offensive and no one is allowed to use a specific word to describe themselves. Furthermore: Mixed background/ethnicity/religious beliefs/spiritual beliefs is a thing in the real world too, not something I made up over night to harm anyone. 'Gypsy' has never been said as a slur word coming from me, it was never ill-intended, and never will be, just like gay never will be said as a slur or ill-intention coming from me. Yet gay is also a word that has quite often been used as a slur. And still is. So, should we stop using it all together? No. It can be said in good intention, and in bad, it all depends on the person using the word. And people should surely be allowed to call themselves gay, shouldn’t they? Never have any of my Romani characters been portrayed in a bad light. (Or gay characters for that matter, but that's not what the subject is about)   And if they ever would be portrayed in a bad light, it would certainly have nothing to do with them being Romani. I personally see no point in that. My story and my characters are a source of joy for me, I have no intention of bringing racism into it. Now, we can agree that the word Gypsy is by now used as a slur, but it wasn't originally a slur, and once again, I do believe a person is allowed to call themselves whatever they may wish. Odette and her family wouldn't call other people Gypsies, unless they knew they were okay with it, and proud. Added to that, I do not believe a word can be racist or a slur in itself. A word is just a word. A string of consonants and vowels tied together to create a sound. It's the person using the word, who gives it ill-intentions, not the word itself, unless it was deliberately created with the only intention of hurting. Which as far as I am aware, wasn't the origin of the word Gypsy. 'Roma (Gypsies) originated in the Punjab region of northern India as a nomadic people and entered Europe between the eighth and tenth centuries C.E. They were called "Gypsies" because Europeans mistakenly believed they came from Egypt. This minority is made up of distinct groups called "tribes" or "nations." Most of the Roma in Germany and the countries occupied by Germany during World War II belonged to the Sinti and Roma family groupings. Both groups spoke dialects of a common language called Romani, based on Sanskrit (the classical language of India). The term "Roma" has come to include both the Sinti and Roma groupings, though some Roma prefer being known as "Gypsies." ' - Source: https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/roma-gypsies-in-prewar-europe So to really boil this whole thing down to the bone, so hopefully this wont ever be an issue again: I do not use the word Gypsy in my day to day life. By creating a character who addresses herself as Gypsy AND also happens to be a Pagan, I do NOT in any way indicate that all ‘Gypsies’ are Pagans. I simply state that my character is. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not agree with incest in real life, though I do believe people are allowed to do with their private life as they see fit, as long as they aren’t harming others, and everyone involved is agreeing. I do not promote Poly relationships. Although once again, I’m a firm believer that people are allowed to do with their private life as they see fit yadda yadda... I do not promote being gay or any other sort of sexuality for that matter. Not that I have ever been accused of that, but I wanted to cover it anyway, cause who knows, it might be the next one I should get corrected for. I have a few times mentioned being trans, that was also not in any way a promotion. I do not promote Necrophilia. And here I really must snort. Some years ago (on an old blog, not this one) some very dear followers of mine, gently persuaded me to make some rather graphic pictures of my character Raven, literally f*ck*ng some corpses. It was posted in October as some satirical Halloween-ish post, as far as I remember, and was started from a simple question of, IF, it could be done in ts3? I was then challenged to do it. I did. People clapped. I’m sure others cried. But to my surprise my follower numbers didn’t drop, they increased? No one came running to ‘teach me a lesson’. No one came around to tell me what my demon was allowed to do or not. He was free to do whatever/whomever he wanted. And that’s the thing. There’s so many things in my story, and about my characters, that you don’t know. Cause I don’t post it out there for everyone to see. Cause I am not trying to promote a thing. I am simply here to challenge myself, and along that line challenge the few people I ever trusted to be my readers. You see, I don’t write for the numbers, meaning I don’t write a story that is meant to have a large following. I write for me, cause it is one of the only things that has ever helped me get through life, and fight some of my inner demons, to fight complications, to fight grief, to cope with all sorts of personal things I’m going through, and to have a place to escape to when life is too scary. I write for the content, the depth, for me, not for the fame, not for likes, not for anyone else. This is mine, and I don’t promote it on any scale, I keep 99% of it in private, and the rest I do air in public I air on a very minimal scale. If you decide to get offended about the fact that I drizzled a specific word once on a post, and a handful of times on my personal bios, well, that’s on you. It’s not a word I am out there spreading like a wildfire. People that has followed me for years never saw it till recently. Which should really speak loud of how little that word has ever come from me. I’m a respectable person. I do my best to respect everyone around me. At any time. Even when people don’t deserve an ounce of my respect. But that does not mean I should be weighed down with the burden of never offending anyone, cause then I might as well never speak again. Fact is, now more than ever, people are so offended by almost anything they can come across on social media. Jumping to conclusions here and there, when all they could do is simply ask, before getting offended and as a result decide to school or attack everyone around them. For no one to ever get offended again, we should all log out, and never sign in again. Why does it have to go to these extremes where no one can speak a word any longer, cause everything is an offense, a trigger, a slur? So I stay here in my little corner, doing me, doing my characters the way I like them. It is up to you to agree or disagree. You are free. But don’t come at me expecting I’ll change a thing for you. Cause you will only get disappointed. These people and their story is my way to cope with life, and as long as I am not out there shouting slur words at people or promoting certain ways of lifestyle, or deliberately harming anyone in any form of way, I cannot see why I shouldn’t be allowed. Just as you are allowed to do your own coping. Just as you are always allowed to scroll on, unfollow or even block things/people, you disagree with. Odette stays the way she is. So does the rest of my characters. It wont ever change because someone disagrees. The only way my characters change, is by character development, which mostly they decide for themselves. And I simply don’t see it in the cards that Odette will wake up and not feel Gypsy or stop using that word to describe herself, cause she personally sees nothing negative in it. Nor will she stop being Pagan because her mixed religion/background is making you uncomfortable. There’s plenty Christians out there, with Jesus or Bible quotes tattooed on them, yet Leviticus 19:28 say: Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the Lord. Interpret that the way you want it. But allow my character to do her religion the way SHE sees fit, simply for the fact that I am sure you want the same respect. I will not ever change my characters or my story for anyone but myself. You can express your dislike from here and until you get tired of repeating yourself, you can unfollow, you can block, you can even report me and get my posts taken down. You can even take it as far as getting my blog shut down. It wont make a difference. My story has been written for 6 years, some characters was written even longer than that. The story is over 200 book-length-chapters, close to 300 as a matter of fact. If I should change anything for a person I don’t even know, it would be almost 300 chapters I would have to reread and rewrite. Would you do that for some person that came by a post of yours, disagreeing with the way you portrait your own original character? If your answer is yes, I truly feel sorry for you. Lastly I want to say, try to be kind. Try to breath before you go and attack someones way of doing their own thing. Before you accuse someone of portraying something a certain way, maybe take a look at the persons previous work. Is it a one time thing, or is it a reoccurring matter? It may just be an itsy bitsy thing that you are blowing out of proportions, sorta like entering a conversation you know nothing about and then start correcting people left and right. It makes little to no sense, and in most cases, even if you might be meaning well, you end up doing more harm than good. Like in this case. You didn’t get to teach someone something they didn’t already know. You didn’t stop someones inappropriate behavior. What you did on the other hand, was extinguishing someones last spark. Their last will to keep going. You take that to the bank now, and be proud of yourself. Was it worth it? You can always accuse and assume. You’re free to do just that. But maybe in the future, try to replace accuse and assume with politely asking if your ‘concern’ is valid or not. Try to be mindful, try to be kind, try to consider that maybe the person you are about to put on the school bench/attack/bully or whatever you are about to do, is fighting an invisible battle you know nothing about. Maybe you are going to be the last straw for them. So try to weigh it all, is your righteous crusade worth it? Is it worth it to spill your two cents on a possible harmless matter, just so you can feel you fought a righteous battle and took someone ‘evil’ down, whom in fact were just trying their best to survive, by doing the one thing that helps them through it all, in their own little corner, harming no one. You know, there are tons of people like that out there. Making someone online feel so absolutely useless/worthless that they end up taking their own lives. Then blame the victims for it. Now, I might be a pretty strong person, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be at the end of my rope, and you simply don’t know. Do you? Thank you for taking your time to extinguish my last spark.

[livlepretre]

can you explain your drafting process & how you planned fairytale ending? that fic is huge

absolutely! 

usually, some spark of an idea or a scene will be the first thing that inspires me to write a fic-- in FE’s case, I woke up the morning after The Reckoning aired and immediately wondered, but what if Klaus had actually kidnapped Elena? 

So, with that initial spark in mind, I’ll usually go ahead and write that first bit that initially jumps out at me-- just to get the ball rolling, and to take advantage of that first bright burst of creative energy. In FE’s case, that’s pretty much the first chapter. This is when I’m just focused on setting the mood of things, setting the atmosphere, throwing in little snippets of conversation-- whatever first jumps out at me about an idea, and whatever excites me the most. (In SWBS the first scene I wrote was actually the scene in chapter 9 or 10 when the nurse asks her if she could be pregnant and she’s like, no waayyyyy.) 

Eventually there comes a point where I run out of steam, usually somewhere between 500 and a few thousand words in, and that’s when I turn to outlining. 

I’m one of those people who really can’t write at all without an outline. Like, yes, I can meander for a few thousand words, but I just can’t go forward unless I have an idea of where I’m going. Sometimes that changes-- it’s certainly changed in FE plenty of times-- because the story will go in unexpected directions, but having an idea of where the story is heading is key. 

I’ve discussed my outlining in strenuous detail here, with actual screenshots of my outlines, but basically, I have three levels of outlining: 

1) The overall outline-- this is just a bullet pointed list of the general arc of the fic-- my original idea for FE was pretty simple-- it was literally just a bullet pointed list of where I wanted the relationships to go, and didn’t even really include any of the big plot or action points. That all came later-- which makes sense, because the main thing that motivated me to write and excited me was exploring the relationships. 

Here’s a screenshot of the original outline from like 2011 (I cropped out the last few bullet points because believe it or not they’re still relevant for where I want the fic to go) -- obviously some of the plot points never happened, and it’s just an incredibly loose outline 

2) The next step is to divide the fic into general arcs or parts-- and to figure out what items from the general outline go in which part, and to start fleshing them out. This is when I start thinking about things like: who are the antagonists? what are the big action sequences? what are the big events that will actually shift things? the really exciting scenes that I daydream about while doing the dishes or in the shower or whatever? 

I would say my original idea for FE’s parts were: 

I. The manor stuff with Klaus/Rebekah/Stefan vs. Elena getting very lonely 

II. Elena has her affair with Tyler 

III. The Miscarriage 

IV. The part we’re on now, which I actually refer to in my mind as the Chicago arc, even though we’re not in Chicago hahaha -- but, Elena/Rebekah vs. Klaus/Stefan 

V. The ending 

As I was writing certain things came up-- 

Daggergate occurred to me during the hiatus between chapters 6 & 7 (Tyler was originally slated to die in chapter 41 but I found out he died on the show and I decided I couldn’t kill him, and then I had the idea that if Elena could save him, that could be a major victory for her, and I realized I could sort of invert that scene when Klaus kills Zoe and instead have Elena run and be the one to slay him), which led to the Exile arc, and inserting the miscarriage into that arc. I think the idea that Rebekah would be the one to break Elena out of her exile came to me pretty early on into thinking about that?? Unclear though because it took me like two more years of writing to get that far. 

I impulsively added in the first Nola arc literally at the point when I was publishing it, because I wanted to write about Nola and because Klaus and Elena had become unexpectedly close in the fic (in my original idea I don’t think they ever hook up or kiss and Elena certainly doesn’t fall in love with him-- I’m so glad we got this FE and not my original idea). Oh! And also I wanted to do the gold dagger but at some point I realized that the only feasible way to get a hold of it would be to actually go to Nola so off we went. 

2nd Nola arc was based on a comment asking me about the bloodstone, which made me realize that 1) I really did want to go back to Nola to tie those things up, especially with Marcel and Davina 2) the bloodstone would be a great diversion from that gold dagger, and 3) it had occurred to me at some point that Mikael would be undaggered if this is a 3x05 divergence and I wanted an opportunity to introduce him as a Big Bad for the last part of the fic 

So, the arc outline developed into: 

I. The first manor arc, ending with Elena breaking things off with Stefan (and therefore moving on) 

II. The first Nola arc, ending with Elena creating the bloodstone and attempting to recurse Klaus 

III. The second manor arc, with her affair with Tyler, discovery of Klaus compelling her, rising out of her depression through art, ending with Klaus inevitably calling her back to Nola

IV. The second Nola arc, with bloodstone 2.0, plus the Abattoir battle with Mikael and Team Mystic Falls, plus Daggergate (I’m sorry I’m probably never going to top this...) 

V. The Exile-- the miscarriage, the years in solitude, and the slow rise from the depths-- ending first with Rebekah coming for her, and secondly with Mikael and burning the mansion down and daggering him 

VI. What I think of as the Chicago arc, but could easily be the Coven arc or the Family Four arc or whatever... this whole weird false detente we’re in 

VII. The Rest of the Story 

This is also the point in outlining, when I’m developing the next arc, where I like to write a list of all of the characters, and write a little blurb about what their motives are. It’s really helpful for me to come up with what’s going to happen if I have a really clear idea of what everyone’s goals are-- so, for example, in the 2nd Nola arc, it was something like: 

Klaus wants to free the loup garous from the curse and turn them, and he wants Elena (and maybe to recruit Davina to him) 

Marcel wants to reobtain the bloodstone with Elena’s help, and use it to finish the spell to rebind Klaus’s werewolf side and ultimately kick him out of New Orleans

Stefan wants to protect Elena from the scheming, and potentially run away with her if necessary to get her free of it all 

etc. 

This is especially helpful because it can point out where the conflict-- and therefore the interest-- is going to come from in the story. If I notice too many people are in agreement on their goals, I think about who might actually disagree with the others, and what their reasons are for doing that. This is a big help, and whenever I feel stuck writing, it’s usually because I haven’t clarified to myself well enough what everyone’s goals are. (You can imagine that this is a huge mess right now with all of my notes on what Elijah wants and Klaus wants and Rebekah wants and etc and etc heading into FE 59!) 

3) Finally, after the arcs are sort of outlined, THAT’S when I draft the actual chapters, chapter by chapter-- I literally go through and write “Chapter 59″ and then put a bunch of bullet points under it with what I want to happen in the chapter, as well as all the other chapters in the arc-- all the while, knowing things will get added or shifted or deleted, as things occur to me or as things move away from the direction I expected. I often assign a color to each chapter outline so I don’t get confused. 

The advantage of writing a story like FE is that it’s serially published-- I can think about things and brainstorm as I’m going, and if I’m daydreaming sufficiently far ahead, I can feather things in early-- like, all the stuff about the dagger was planted like in chapters 22-24, or the stuff about Elena having a history of missing her periods was because I knew she would miscarry without having realized she was pregnant. 

Also, I reread the story once or twice a year and take notes every time I do it. A lot of times there will be totally random lines that I just wrote for atmosphere or whatever that can be construed as foreshadowing if I add something in later-- I honestly can’t remember at this point whether or not I had already decided to have Elena burn down the manor when I wrote the scene during the 2nd manor arc when Tyler warns Elena about catching the house on fire-- maybe I had, but I definitely latched onto that later when I made that decision to go ahead and do it (or it’s possible that that line actually gave me the idea?). I’m a very slow reader so this is usually a fairly painful process for me, as I’m always impatient to actually write, but since the project has taken me so long, I feel this is a really important aspect-- just, becoming intimately familiar with what I’ve said, and what the exact emotional arcs are, taking notes on who knows what, and looking through the old writing with fresh eyes/my mind focused on where I’m going now to see if I unintentionally said something that could build on what I want to write about going forward. 

I guess my last note is that if you can, it’s good to let your stories marinate. Like, yes, work on them when you get that ZOOM rushing creative energy and excitement that lights a fire under you... but if you don’t have it right away... that’s okay. Daydream about your work. Flesh the story out in your mind. 

I ran out of steam on FE like three hours into working on it back in 2011, and I somehow knew myself well enough to know that I didn’t have the attention span or the ability to juggle 2 wips at once. So, naïve college student that I was, I decided I would finish After the Fire, But Before the Flood and then focus on FE. I ended up having a lot of RL stuff for years and years taking the bulk of my attention, and it took me years to write and publish the last couple of chapters of ATFBBTF, and then I only ended up publishing FE because a fandom friend kept asking about it, and that finally encouraged me enough to dust off my notes and work on it again in March 2016. But the thing is, during all that time I wasn’t working on it, I was daydreaming about it. I was building this whole story and thinking about all of the wild arcs I wanted to include and letting it flourish in my thoughts... so it was ready to go when I had the time and the chance to work on it again. 

And it’s grown a ton since then, and become a much richer and fuller story than I ever thought I could possibly write, and a lot of that is just realizing that stories take time. I’ve been lucky to work on this serially and be able to continuously build on what I have and try to always think about how I can incorporate the happy accidents of the early writing into current writing decisions. And also lucky that I’m relatively slow to update, so ideas often occur to me years before I’m able to get to them so I can start hinting at them relatively early. But, a lot of that really is just happy accidents and taking my time. So, one of my main pieces of advice is to take advantage of the fact that fic inherently gives you an indefinite window of time to build the story. 

I hope this has been helpful to anyone interested in writing a long fic. I’ve had no idea what I was doing most of the time, but it’s been a great deal of fun. 

[themattgirl]

Hi Jasmine💖 I really like your writing you're amazing 💖💖 Sooo can you write sth where Y/N has asthma and she had an attack infront of Harry for the first time and he comforts her and does some cute shit coz I have asthma and I always fantasize about this

Thank you so much, I’m glad you like it. I love you🥺💘 Sorry for this late reply, my cousin came over unexpectedly and is now sleeping next to me while I’m trying to write this for you in the best way possible. Let me know if you like it and feel free to send more requests.🦋

Breathless

“Why did you do it even though I told you not to? Why can’t you just listen to me, huh?” Y/N asks Harry angrily.

They are in the middle of their fifth fight of the week, and it’s only Wednesday. They’ve both been very caught up into work and haven’t spent much time with each other lately. The lack of communication caused a lot of drama in this house the past few days. Y/N and Harry used to talk about anything and everything, but since Y/N is in the middle of the exam season of her last semester in college and Harry is currently struggling with finishing up his album, it’s hard to find the time. It might be necessary to say how much of a perfectionist he is. Plus, it’s the first album since the band went on hiatus and he really wants this to work.

“I just thought you’d like to be her friend again. I thought you’d listen to what she has to say.” Harry tries to explain why he invited Y/N’s ex-best-friend - or the traitor - to her birthday party even though she made clear that she doesn’t want to see her ever again.

“Listen to what she has to say? Are you kidding? She’s already said enough, don’t you think?” Y/N’s voice becomes louder by every second in which Harry doesn’t get what he did wrong.

Y/N has been ignoring her old best friend for weeks now and she’s not planning on stopping it. She is way too disappointed. Who wouldn’t be if their so-called best friend spreads rumours around the whole campus about them giving free blowjobs even though they have a boyfriend? And that only because said boyfriend is Harry Styles and the traitor has been crushing on him ever since she’s heard about him. But hasn’t everyone? Everybody loves Harry and Y/N happens to be lucky enough to be the one he loves back. A real best friend would be happy for you, right?

“Baby, I’m sure she did it out of anger. She loves you and wants to be your friend again. Give her a chance.” Harry’s voice is still very calm which is only adding to Y/N’s fury because it means he’s convinced that he’s right and he’s not seeing his mistake.

“Stop fucking defending that bitch! I don’t care if she did it because she was angry or jealous or whatever. I’m not giving her a fucking chance or any shit. She can go to hell and if you think what she did is forgivable then you might as well stuff her mouth with your dick and join her.”

This is it. Harry realises how angry Y/N really is. She never swears. He has never heard a curse word leaving her mouth, nor anything like ‘dick’ - not even while they have sex. Only now he notices that her eyes are filled with hurt, her face turned red, her nostrils are flaring, fists clenched while she’s glaring at him. Her breathing is heavy.

“Okay, but is it really that bad? I mean, the unknown calls have stopped, right? And you’ll be out of college very soon, anyway. It’s not that big of a deal. And most importantly, we both know that the only person you’re giving head is me.”

He certainly will not have that privilege anymore after what he just said.

“I’m already on the edge, Harry. Don’t make me lose my shit completely. Why do you even care so much about it? Isn’t it my choice who I want to be friends with?”

“It is, but you don’t have any other friends.” He speaks the truth, “I just don’t want you to be all alone when I’m not around.”

Before Y/N can respond her phone starts ringing. She pulls it out of her back pocket and checks who itis. Unknown. Those calls haven’t actually stopped, Y/N just stopped telling Harry about them. She has to pick up, though. For some strange reason, her father always calls with a hidden ID. So she slides her finger from the left to the right on the display and holds her phone to her ear. Not greeting the person on the other side of the line she waits for someone to speak.

“Hey, uhm... I was told you give head for free. Is-“ Y/N cuts him off immediately with a simple “no” and takes a deep breath to collect herself even though breathing gets harder and harder.

“Oh, is this not Y/N?” The man asks confused.

“It is, but I don’t do that. Whoever told you that was lying. I have a boyfriend who I really love and would never cheat on. Tell everyone, thank you, bye!” Y/N clarifies and ends the phone call.

She doesn’t even have time to put it back in her pocket when it starts ringing again. Unknown, again.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she whispers to herself before picking up.

“I’m picking you up in half an hour, ‘key?” The voice on the other end asks.

Y/N hangs up on him without saying anything. It’s so overwhelming, all of this. To get it all in her head she explains the whole situation out loud, hoping it’ll make her know what to do about it.

“So, my best friend told everyone I give BJs for free because she’s jealous and now my phone won’t stop ringing. I’m the whore of the campus, no, I’m not even a whore, apparently I don’t do it for money. That’s my reputation now. And as if this isn’t enough, my boyfriend - the one that I’m accused of cheating on - decided to be on her side and against me. So basically, I’m fucked.” Y/N is looking down at her feet, she is quiet but loud enough for Harry to hear her. With every word her breathing becomes heavier.

What might be important to mention is that Y/N has asthma. Well, she had. It stopped being so bad a while ago and she could live her life without an attack for more than a year. What she didn’t tell Harry is that she started to be out of breath very quickly in the past two weeks. She tried to ignore it but taking deep breaths doesn’t seem to work this time. Her airways become too narrow for her to breathe properly. She starts coughing and wheezing. Since there is nothing beside her that she can sit down on she is forced to let herself down on the floor. Harry reacts immediately by crouching down in front of his girlfriend and straightening her back.

“Baby, look at me,” Harry places a finger under her chin to make her look up at him, “It’s gonna be okay, just breathe with me, yeah?”

He inhales deeply twice, waiting for her to follow his example but when she doesn’t he gets up, tells Y/N to wait and that he’ll be right back and runs into the bedroom to get her inhaler that he knows is always in the drawer next to the bed. He grabs it and rushes back. What he doesn’t know, though, is that this one is not full anymore. He has to find that out when he holds it on her mouth and presses the button on the top of it so she can breathe in what comes out. Only this time, nothing comes out. She’s been waking up at night, troubling with her breathing almost every night lately. Harry can’t help but freak out a little, but for the sake of Y/N he has to keep it together.

“Do you have another one?” he has to ask her twice because she doesn’t respond the first time but nods the second.

“Where?” he wants to know and receives a gesticulation as an answer. At first he doesn’t know what she means but when she repeats it he understands what she’s trying to say. He goes back to the bedroom and empties her bag on the bed until a blue little tool falls out. He tries to be as fast as he possibly can.

When he’s with her again he repeats his action from the first time, this time it works. Luckily, Harry knows exactly what to do. He had asthma as a kid himself.

He lets Y/N take a puff of the inhaler every thirty seconds, whispering little encouragements like “you’re doing good, baby, keep going” every now and again. By the 13th time she is back to breathing on her own.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asks her and hesitates to put the inhaler down already. But Y/N nods and pulls him in for a hug.

“You did great, baby girl, I’m proud of you. You’re a strong woman, you know that? My strong woman,” he tells her while stroking her back and hair.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologises quietly and pulls away.

“What’re you apologising for? Don’t be silly, love. I’m sorry for stressing you out to the point where you couldn’t breathe anymore. I’m so stupid. Who the hell does that? I’m a shitty boyfriend, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. You just saved my life!”

Not wanting to argue with her right now he says “Okay” and pulls her into his arms again.

“You were right. You shouldn’t be her friend, she doesn’t deserve you. We’re gonna get you a new number and we’ll find a way to get those stupid rumours out of the world, I promise. Just don’t leave me, please!” Harry begs her to not make his worst fear reality.

“I’m not leaving you, what’re you talking about? I know you’re stupid sometimes but that’s not enough to make me even think of it. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” Y/N assures him.

“I most certainly do like it,” he smiles, “I really love you, Y/N!”

Before she can say it back the sound of a car honking interrupts her. Oh no, she thinks.

“Who’s that?” Harry asks when he notices the look on her face.

“A client,” she jokes and they both break into laughter.

“C’mon, let’s beat him up together, yeah?” Harry can’t help it but laugh when he sees how her face lights up at those words and she nods happily.

“Oh God, how I love you!” he gushes before he locks his lips with hers, feeling the butterflies in his stomach go crazy when she smiles into the kiss.

[multifansky]

Scenario - Sky Receiving Hate

Super Junior 16th Member AU Anon- Can you do one where the boys react to sky being sent hate messages plz

Sorry, its a little short. I’ve wanted to do this scenario for a while now!

TW ~ Hint of fat-shaming, name-calling, and drinking.

Sky’s P.O.V

It’s the year 2017, Super Junior just had their first comeback after a 2-year hiatus. I’m in my room at Yesung and I’s shared apartment, for now. It was late afternoon, and I haven’t moved from my bed in hours. I’m too busy looking through the comments on your comeback stages. Of course, there were some nice ones, but there were more hate comments than usual. I could only stare at them. Taking in every bad comment. 

“Sky got fatter this comeback. Stop eating so much!”

“She should go back to America, she doesn’t fit the idol lifestyle.”

“There’s a reason why there are beauty standards in Korea. Sky does not fit it.”

“She should have left like the other members!”

“Why is sky still in this band? They would be more successful if she wasn’t in it.”

“Sky makes the band look bad”

“Of course, she would be the one to date Kangin. They’re both awful to the group!”

“She’s so ugly. Thank god she doesn’t get many lines so I don’t have to look at her.” 

“She might as well be a backup dancer”

“She’s giving the boys a bad rep.”

“Slut!”

I kept reading every comment and felt numb. Yes, I’ve gotten hate since the beginning. I always have because I’m the only girl in a group full of men. But this comeback just hit differently. The hate got worse. Every comment I was reading was getting worse and worse. I closed my laptop and sat there. I looked at the clock on my nightstand reading, “5:30 PM”. I got an hour left before we have to go to a late practice for our upcoming tour, Super Show 7. An early drink out wouldn’t hurt, right?

I walked into the practice room, stumbling along with my feet. One of the staff helping me walk. I interrupted their dancing time and giggled. “Oops, sorry.” I laughed, “Why is everyone so early?” I looked around, leaning against the wall for support. 

“It’s 7:45 PM. Rehearsal started at 6:30, Sky. You’re late... Not early” Donghae told me, walking up to me. 

“Oh, well s-sorry. I’m here now, though!” I yelled out and walked over and stumbled along my feet again, and laughed at myself, holding onto Donghae.

“Have you been drinking?” Heechul asked and Shindong came near me, smelling me, along with Donghae.

“You have!” Shindong yelled out.

“What did you drink? How much have you had?” Heechul asked and all the members came towards me. 

“3 bottles of Soju…” I murmured, putting a finger along my lips, signaling them to not tell anyone. 

“3 bottles!” Siwon yelled. 

“Sky you know you’re a lightweight!” Yesung said. Leeteuk left the room while I held onto Yesung, who was next to me and laughed. “Hey, I’m just having a good time.”

Leeteuk came back with a bottle of water, while Yesung guided me to a chair and sitting me down. “Here, drink this Sky.” Leeteuk gave me the water bottle with the cap screwed off. I did as he told and the members all sat around me, with worried looks on their faces. 

“Sky, why?” Hyuk asked with a pout. 

After sobering up, I sat quietly. Feeling upset for the hate comments, embarrassed because of the way I was previously acting, Angry at myself for not working harder, and frustrated for letting them down. 

“Sky..this isn’t like you to miss a rehearsal. Especially for a Super Show. What happened?” Leeteuk asked, looking at me with lots of concern.

“Yeah, you barley left your room today,” Yesung said, looking at me with worry.

“I...I don’t feel good.” I said starting to feel sick. “I think I’m going to puke” I sat up and looked around for a trash can and immediately ran to it, throwing up. Shindong came over and held my hair back. Leeteuk grabbing more water bottles and the others rubbing my back or just being there for support, not caring I’m throwing up right in front of them. 

After a while, I was done and sat on the floor and broke down. Shindong still pulling my hair back, observing my face. Eunhyuk grabbing tissues to clean the puke and spit from my mouth. Heechul wiping away my tears. Donghae crying with me because he was upset that I was upset. Siwon sitting next to me and held me. Leeteuk giving me water. And Yesung sitting in front of me, telling me we’re going home early because I had to rest. 

I woke up and groaned, laying on my back and stretching. My head is fucking killing me. I rubbed my temples and slowly opened my eyes, looking at the clock. It read, “12:36 PM”. I’ve been up almost all night throwing up water that Yesung kept giving me, to clean out the alcohol in my body. I haven’t drank this heavy since 2011 when I was in an abusive relationship. I sat up and looked at my nightstand for my phone. I noticed a small cup of water and pain killers with a note saying,

 “Take the pain killers and drink the water. I know you’re tired of water, but it will help your head. - Yesung <3”

I grinned softly and did so. I stood up and went to the bathroom, brushing my hair, and then brushing my teeth. Then walking to go to the kitchen when I saw all the members in the living room talking. They looked up at me and stopped talking and I awkwardly waved at them. “H-Hi.,” I said quietly and walked into the living room and sat down between Yesung and Heechul. 

“How are you feeling?” Siwon asked me after a brief moment of silence.

“I’m better now... Thanks,” I mumbled the thanks and looked down, suddenly becoming more interested in my fingers.

“Sky... Why didn’t you tell us the hate has gotten worse?” Hyuk asked. 

“How did you-”

“You kept saying ‘The hate! The hate! I can’t do it anymore!’ and ‘I shouldn’t have been in this comeback!’” Yesung said. I looked at everyone and they gave me sad looks. 

“I’m sorry…” I looked back down, becoming teary-eyed.

“Please Sky, don’t apologize. The hate is not your fault. We just wish you talked about it instead of going out and drinking, especially without telling anyone. You could have gotten seriously hurt out there.” Heechul said. Donghae reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it with a sad look on his face. He had nothing to say, I felt his emotions with that simple handhold. 

“Exactly. You’re a part of this family. You’ve always have been since trainee years. We are here for you in your darkest times. And even though the hate is bad, there always will be hate. I know you’re stronger than this Sky. You’ve always have been. You’re worthy of this team.” Leeteuk said, looking at me sincerely. 

“Yeah. What would we do if we didn’t have our princess in the group?” Siwon said.

“Not nearly half of the success,” Shin said. “You’re what made us, us.”

“Plus, we think you’re the most gorgeous girl out there,” Hyuk said and patted my knee.

“Coming from the guy who watches porn for a living…” I mumbled and the members laughed. 

“And~ she’s back!” Donghae smiled and squeezed my hand before letting go. Yesung smiled wide and pulled me into a hug, making all the members sat closer, doing a group hug. 

Where would I be if I didn’t have these idiots in my life?

Masterlist

[maknaesdancersrappers]

july 21

hello. july 21 is a special day for me and you dont have to read this because its just me venting out my thoughts and emotions as long as i can without word/character limits on any platform.

july 21 is my maternal grandmother’s birthday. when i was born, my mom went abroad often and my dad had the regular 9 to 5 job plus extra hours for commute. so growing up with my sisters who are 5 and 7 years older, our grandparents and aunts took care of us.

im also more fond of my maternal grandmother since my paternal grandmother lived far away and we rarely ever get to see her (usually only during summers and once she stayed with us for awhile) until she passed away from Alzheimer's.

during the long hiatus i took early this year (late december to mid-march?), a lot has happened in my life. my health was put at risk because of the ash fall brought by the volcano eruption (january 12); i had allergies for weeks - i couldnt breathe properly, let alone sleep because of it. it was about to be the second year after graduating college and i have yet to get a job; the pressure from my family - and myself - was so unbearable that i caught myself slipping back to my very, very, very dark thoughts. and the worst thing that happened in those three months: my grandmother passed away. in filipino, grandmother is lola (loh-lah) and i’d like to use that for the rest of this post.

if you ask anyone in their neighborhood, any of our family friends, and relatives, everyone will tell you that her death was sudden. because everyone knows her as the sometimes-funny-sometimes-cranky old lady that owns the convenience store at the corner of the street. she was 96. she was 96 but she refused to get a wheelchair or use a walking stick even though her knees started to hurt after a few steps. she was 96 but didn’t need glasses to read most of the time. she was 96 but didn’t have any maintenance medication. ever since she reached her 90′s, she had gone to the town clinic at least twice because she fell over (from loss of balance) and busted her head. yet she would walk the next day like she doesnt have stitches on her scalp. she hated going to the doctor, she’d always claim that nothing hurts and the only thing she wanted the doctor to fix was her hearing (its as weak as how her eyesight is clear)

i wasnt the only one in the family that got severely affected by the ash fall. my lola also had trouble breathing because of it. she also went to the doctor for it and they only prescribed her antibiotics. please remember this info. this should be around early february

she got a little better but her voice was very hoarse from the phlegm. even before this, lola had little to no appetite and would only eat when someone else is eating (usually if it’s us, her granddaughters). and by little to no appetite, i mean her whole meal would be three spoonfuls of rice and one piece/chunk of whatever the main dish/ulam is. whenever we ask if she had eaten (even though we know she hadnt) she’d always claim that she already has (this eventually became a little joke in our family.) we took this sign as her dementia getting worse (although she was never really diagnosed with it, we had naturally assumed it because she would always repeatedly tell us stories that she insists happened even though some have been debunked and there were times she forgets our names if we havent visited in a while.)

after she gets better from the cough (idk the real diagnosis of it), her legs started to swell and because her routine had been reduced to being bedridden for most of the day, my aunts thought it was just poor circulation. it took two weeks before they brought her back to the town clinic and again, they just prescribed her with some medicine. everything after this is blurry to me until feb 21

my mom, being the eldest, made the decision to bring lola to the hospital. she’s, rightfully, unsatisfied with the town doctor’s diagnosis and prescriptions because lola is in so much pain and her legs were still swollen and its been weeks. i was with her in the emergency room while my mom and aunt did the paper work and the staff ran tests on lola. i’m contacting my sister who was in singapore and we’d video call to entertain lola since she was very adamant - and vocal - that she did not want to be admitted to the hospital bc she was “fine.” goSh she made so many hospital staff laugh because she would always announce whenever she had to fart. after like 2 hours, we move her into a ward and my mom tells me that i’ll have to stay overnight to watch over her. i was very apprehensive of this idea. i honestly did not want to. seeing her in pain was bad enough, but the fact we were in a room with other people and she was crying out loud made me really anxious but it was final. my mom, aunt, and uncle all went back home just to have dinner and they’ll come back since lola’s doctor would be coming by to give the results and for that hour they were gone? i lost it.

lola started talking/praying out loud, asking god why she was in so much pain, asking what she had done to deserve this; and i didn’t know what to do but hold her hand and kiss her head. i couldn’t even show her i was crying. when my mom got back, i told her i cant do it and she eventually convinced my other sister to join me, who cancelled her plans for the next day. that night, i did not and could not fall asleep. after a few hours, her doctor finally came by and dropped a bomb on us. he was kind enough to talk to my mom and aunt behind the curtains in the softest voice ever while i helped the nurse with lola, but i could hear him crystal clear.

cancer of the liver. 

they even momentarily walked back to lola to touch her stomach and stepped back out. i almost thought i misheard, but my mom and aunt’s expressions were too grim that it basically confirmed it. later on, my mom finally told me and explained that the antibiotics she had been taking weeks ago were too strong for her because of her lifestyle and diet. there were tumors in her liver and surgery wouldn’t do anything. i dont remember what i did aside from sketching on the journal i brought, but until i got home at 10am the next day, i did not sleep a wink.

feb 22. when i woke up at 2PM, i was told that they had lola discharged from the hospital. there was nothing we could do but try to ease the pain to the best of our abilities and wait. starting that day, i went over to lola’s house to help out with feeding her, giving her medicine, and just trying to keep her happy by randomly smiling at her when i see her looking around or dancing to no music.

feb 24. these were the early weeks of covid - ph hadn’t had a case yet, i believe, but travel restrictions were being implemented. my sister in singapore was doing everything to make sure she could come home because we don’t know when, but we know lola was leaving soon. of all the things our mom told her not to do, she cried at the entrance of the embassy and by the grace of god, someone took pity and listened to her (bc she was denied entry since she had a small cough) and she was able book a flight at midnight and be home in 4 hours. that afternoon, when i arrived at lola’s house, that was the very first time i stood at the doorway to greet her like i usually did and she didn’t smile. not even the corners of her lips moved. she was in that much pain that she couldn’t even greet me back like she always did, which was to smile and nod her head. that night, we all decided to sleepover there (with the exception of my dad since he had to feed our dogs at home). i take my usual seat in the living room and i notice a white dress that i remember (from photos) being lola’s 50th anniversary wedding gown and without being told, i know it was what she was going to wear for the very last time.

feb 25. being notoriously a late sleeper, i was about to go to sleep at 2AM when i hear lola groaning and whining out loud. when i checked her, her stubborn lil ass was trying to get out of bed alone!!! so i obviously panic and try to wake up anyone by exclaiming that lola had to go to the bathroom - she’s been wearing adult diapers for weeks now but refuses to go in them and is adamant about bringing her to the bathroom so she could relieve herself - so me, and the same aunt and uncle from the hospital, assisted her into this modified chair so she could pee and the only thing i could do was hold her hand, like always. after that, my uncle said he’d watch over her and lie down beside her on the bed so in case she needs to go again, he can take care of it himself. after falling asleep, i heard a few hours later that my sister from SG arrived. when i woke up later on, my sisters and i presented ourselves to lola bc its been so long since she last saw us complete, and this time she was able to give us a small nod of acknowledgement. i realized that none of my uncles and aunts went to work that day, thinking it was just so we could be complete since my sister was home. but then i overhear them making plans to have a priest come over for the sacrament of anointing of the sick - which based on my last and only experience (my grandfather/lolo), this must be the day. during the session, a few of my aunts and an uncle cried. my sisters cried, too, but i forced myself not to. when the priest left, i don’t know how long, but suddenly, she was gone. i didn’t know how to react. this was the second time i’ve seen someone pass away before my very eyes. everyone was crying out for forgiveness, kissing lola’s head, but i couldn’t move one bit. i was finally crying, but i couldn’t move at all.

3 days. from learning about the real problem with lola, it only took 3 days for it to take her away from us. not even a week, or a month. the only bright side to this was that she’s finally relieved of all the pain that’s been causing her suffering. 3 days of knowing her time was very, very short, but it was still a shock when she finally left. 

for the longest time, lola’s goal was to reach the age of 100 because apparently our government will reward her with 100,000 pesos (like 2k usd) for doing so. she wanted to reach 100 because she wanted to leave us with some inheritance haha. and everyone believed she could do it. no one doubted her. until this happened. maybe its just me, but i feel foolish... completely stupid and ignorant for knowing deep down in my heart that she would reach 100 that losing her 3 years prior her goal hurt me more than ever. 

it’s been 5 months but remembering her death still makes me cry. i have dreams (and you all know im a lucid dreamer) where she’s still alive and we’re talking about how she beat cancer at 96 in just a few months, but then i’ll remember that she didn’t and the dream in front of me just shatters and i’ll wake up empty and crying. i have never felt so much regret after she passed bc all she wanted was to see me graduate and it was up to me to show her that i got my first job and give her a portion of my first salary, but i couldn’t even do that. i waited too long and now its too late. her ideal type for me was a rich atenean boy who could drive 😂 and i still couldn’t give her that bc im so anti-men. there was a time i was so scared to go back to lola’s house bc she called me out during dinner - “baket ka malungkot/why are you sad?” - when all i was doing was browsing through my phone, scarily enough going through another “episode”, and the last person i’d ever want to know about my possible depression was her. of all my suicidal episodes, i’ve always resolved them by thinking of her - that i will continue living because i wanted to see her smile. because i wanted to see her happy.

i miss her so much. i wish i had been a better granddaughter to her. the small things i’ve done for her were never enough. in the past 5 months, i’ve only dreamt about her twice (actually being with her) and both times made the day so hard to function. i havent moved on and i dont know if im the only one. i dont know if i’ll ever move on. she would have been 97 today. whenever she forgets my name, i’ll tell her i have the same birthday as her and she’ll remember me. she’ll say “ahhh rosean! july 10!”

if someone read through this, im sorry you had to go through that mess. but thank you for hearing me out. no, i’ll thank you the way my lola would thank people, verbatim:

thank you very much from the bottom of my heart.

[teaspacebar]

far too young to die (7/???)

a/n: I AM BACK!!! this story went on a bit of hiatus because of school and work (also i had major writer’s block for a while) but i am back and in business. thank you for all of the comments and love for this story. enjoy!

taglist: @ashtounding @orchideax, @asheseiler @steve-harrington-said-gay-rights @kake-babe @sweetpeabellamyblakedracomalfoy

relationship: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1100+

summary: you just wanted to keep your job at the starcourt mall movie theater. all you had to do was find out how these kids were sneaking into the movies without coming in the front door. your small little movie theater conspiracy ends up pulling you into something a lot bigger, and a lot scarier.

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chapter seven: closest thing to fate

You guys were stuck in a goddamn Russian elevator. After you all had your “freak-out moment,” you proceeded to pull out water bottles and snacks from your backpack – making sure the kids got some first. Steve made a comment about how you were always prepared, smile on his concerned mom face. You only had enough supplies to las you all for about two days – if that. Erica didn’t seem keen on sharing her water bottle.

You, Robin, and Steve decided to take shifts so the kids could get some sleep. You and Robin took the first shift, letting Steve take a two hour power nap. When he woke up, you urged Robin to go ahead and nap next – you weren’t sure how much sleeping you’d be able to do anyways.

Which left you and Steve Harrington sitting with your backs against the elevator door. The two of you had played multiple games of tic-tac-toe in your notebook, plus a couple rounds of hangman. Steve snorted when he realized one of your sayings was ‘Ahoy Captain Steve’. An hour had passed, and it must’ve been sometime after 3am. Games seemed boring after a while, so you turned to asking each other questions back and forth.

“Licorice fingers or popcorn ears?”

“What the hell kind of question is that, Harrington?”

“…Dustin.”

You had to cover your mouth to muffle your snickers. Steve gave you a pointed look, running his hands through his silky hair. Okay, sue you, but the more time you spent with Steve in this creepy Russian elevator, the more you were starting to like him. And his hair. If you were going to die there, you might as well enjoy yourself before it happens.

“Okay, favorite color?”

“Blue,” He answered simply.

“To match your uniform? Or the oceans of flavor you sail on?”

“Oh, shut up.” He nudged you with his shoulder. “Is your ass really on the line at work?”

Ah. Serious questions now. “My manager basically threatened me. Those kids of yours like to be a tad rowdy in the theater sometimes. But I’m more worried about dying here than my job at this point. If we get out of here, I’ll sneak you all into however many movies you want.” You sent him a smile, which he returned. You glanced over at Dustin and Erica, who were soundly sleeping on the floor. “You and Nancy, you guys broke up halfway through senior year.”

Steve tensed for a moment, but let out a sigh, “Yeah. The question?”

“Did it have anything to do with what happened to Barb?” Your question seemed to have hit something within him, and Steve stared at you harshly.

“Why are you asking?”

“It was just a question, Harrington.”

He huffed out a laugh, but it seemed more bitter than anything. “Is this all a game to you? Just more answers to whatever conspiracy theories you have in your head? The Russian thing. Me sneaking the kids into the movies. My relationship with Nancy. Now you have to ask if I’m involved in the government shit that got Barb killed?” He was whispering aggressively, still doing his best not to wake up everyone else, though you could tell that he was getting upset. A pang of sympathy went through you and you frowned.

“I never said that you killed Barb.”

“And now you’re going to assume I did.”

The tension in the room was high, and you didn’t want him to blow up any more than he already had. “Steve…” you take in a breath, “I’m sorry. My brain just runs wild and I don’t like not knowing things. And I’m a little freaked out right now. I don’t think you killed Barb. I’m not sure what happened, but even after eight years, I’m pretty sure you’re still the same ten-year-old kid who just wants someone to care.”

“What?”

Fuck. “Never mind. What I’m saying is, you’re good, Harrington. You’re so goddamn good and you just want to help. Dustin obviously looks up to you for some reason and trust you with his life. And frankly, so do I. Not sure if I should, but I do.”

And that was true; you did trust him. Maybe that trust carried over from when you were kids. Or maybe your brain just recognized the fact that Steve wasn’t a total asshole anymore. It was probably a bit of both. The nostalgic part of you had utterly missed him, and being close to him again, it made you feel a little less lonely. It was like you were adopted into this crazy little family – all because he had snuck those kids into the movie theater where you worked. You didn’t believe in fate – you had a whole list of reasons why destiny was dumb after she and Jen discussed ‘love at first sight’ – but this seemed the closest thing to it.

Steve called your name, causing you to look at him. The wrinkles in between his brows – the ones that appeared when he was either concerned, frustrated, or confused – caused you to shake your head fondly. You grabbed your backpack from beside you and pulled out one of your granola bars, holding it out to him. “I noticed you gave Dustin yours earlier, you need to eat something.”

Steve looked like he was going to argue with you, until his eyes narrowed. He was staring right at you, like he was trying to use x-ray vision. His name was about to leave your lips, but he suddenly tore his gaze away from you, grabbing the granola bar from your hand. Steve settled back down next to you, chewing on his snack.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, mouth full of food. You glanced at him, and he swallowed, before continuing, “And sorry, about blowing up on you. It’s just a touchy subject and I haven’t thought about it for a while.”

“Apology accepted, Harrington.” You smiled in his direction, “As long as you tell me the actual reason why you work at Scoops.” A groan came from the sailor next to you, “No no, don’t complain. I won’t judge, you know that.”

Steve did tell you. He went on about how his dad was a douchebag – which you knew already, you remembered meeting him once when you were kids, he hadn’t changed much – and how school wasn’t his thing and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to go to college.  

Not that you would remember everything he said, since halfway through his rant you had fallen asleep, head falling on his shoulder.

You also wouldn’t remember the way that Steve Harrington had smiled softly at you, content to give you a few hours of sleep before everyone had to wake up and make a plan.

[narrysgolden]

Private Nights - Part 2

“post hiatus narry, who haven’t seen each other since an awkward emotional run in at the eagles show, have to share a private flight”

PART 1

Niall hardly slept that night, groaning loudly when his alarm went off at 6am. Peeking one eye open, trying not to go blind from the flash of the screen, he turned his alarm off. But before he could roll back in bed he noticed a string of texts from Tara.

Niall, darling, I’m so so so sorry I’m not going to be able to come to LA.

I’ve woken up with a horrendous stomach ache and fever.

Haven’t left the bathroom all night.

Hope you can forgive me! I know you’ll smash it either way.

Don’t get too lonely without me. Xx.

Ugh. He groans and rolls back over, throwing the covers up over his head, conscious not to fall back asleep. I guess no Tara means it’s just me and the cabin crew. Great one. Until about 30 seconds later he remembers, Harry. He fills up with an odd mix of excitement and dread, not to get his hopes up on a long lost friendship.

He scrubs all thoughts from his mind and slowly crawls out of bed, pulling open the curtains, even if the sun has yet to come up. A shower, change of clothes and a packed bag later, he’s out the door and into the car on the way to the airport.

Sitting in the back seat, still in a sleepy daze, Niall unlocks his phone and pulls up Harry’s contact. He begins typing out a message, but quickly deletes it all, switches off his phone and puts it back in his lap. He trusts harry will be there on time. Harry’s never late. They can figure it out when they get to the airport.

And sure enough, as Niall’s car pulls up to the tarmac, Harry’s there with his leather Gucci luggage scrolling through his phone aimlessly. Harry’s wearing flared blue jeans, a long-lined tan Gucci coat, and a denim baker boy hat. He looks like a right twat, flaunting the luxury brands adorning his body, but a sexy one at that.

Niall almost can’t believe he just thought that. His blood starts to boil. With his hatred for that hat, or his unbridled attraction, he’s not sure.

The next 30 seconds seems like 30 minutes. The SUV comes to a halt, just feet from the stairs to the jet, swinging past Harry and blowing the soft curls out from his face. Niall’s palms begin to sweat, truly unaware of why his body is betraying him. Stepping out of the car, he’s greeted with Harry’s soft dimpled smile. Heat rises to Niall’s cheeks and he could almost say he was blushing until he mentally slapped himself and cleared his throat. “Hey, Harry. Good to see ya buddy.”

Harry put his bag down carefully, reaching his arms out for an embrace. “You too Niall”, he says with a cheeky grin. Niall goes in for the hug too, awkward limbs tangling, and he pulls away at just the wrong moment to where Harry’s wholesomely British cheek kiss lands right on the corner of Niall’s mouth. The air is instantly so thick you could cut the tension with a knife. The two boys stand there in silence, Niall uncomfortable, Harry embarrassed. It was probably only a few seconds, but Niall could swear it was an eternity.

“Let me grab my bag”, he blurts out, running around to the other side of the car. God. I didn’t think seeing him would be this bad. I need a drink.

They all board the plane, not too many words exchanged but soft smiles shot back and forth. It had been a few minutes, but Niall was just now noticing that Harry was alone. That’s very unusual, not even a guard. “Hey where’s Jeff? You never go anywhere alone.” Niall questioned.

“’Second Honeymoon’ in Jamaica remember? It’s why we are on this plane together.” Harry chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“Right, right, well glad I could be of help.” And now is when it sinks in that him and Harry truly are alone, no Jeff, no Tara, neither brought security for the plane. Just them and the cabin crew.

Just as Niall was getting lost in his brain again, the flight attendant came around with a tray and two thin fluted glasses full of bubbles. Before she could even speak, Niall was letting out a “Please” and taking a glass of champagne off the tray. She motioned to Harry next who nodded a quiet “Thank you” and took a glass as well.

Good, this is good. We got past the awkward and now I have alcohol to get me through the next…..11 hours….fuck. In the midst of trying to rationalize with himself that everything would be just fine, Niall didn’t realize he was chugging his champagne until he was practically choking on the carbonation.

Harry looked up abruptly, reacting to the intense coughing and sputtering from the seat facing him. “You okay, Ni?” He reached out instinctively, placing his hand on Niall’s knee, truly hoping he wasn’t dying in front of him.

The reaction of Harry’s touch was burning Niall. Blood rushing straight to his knee and making him feel lightheaded in combination with the alcohol. Harry didn’t move, Niall didn’t want him to, and they were both content like that in the moment. “Yeah, just drank too fast is all.”

The boys spent the next few hours talking and laughing, getting comfortable with each other again, and going through four more glasses of champagne, each. They were pissed drunk at this point, all inhibitions gone and not a care in the world.

“Haaarrryyy, Harry, do you remember—remember that time when you nearly DIED jumping onto Paul?” Niall was laughing so hard at this point he could barely get his words out properly, slurring through his thick Irish accent. They had been going on about old memoires, the band days, for awhile now. Reminiscing on times when they were young, spontaneous, together, although they didn’t talk about that part.

Harry tried to get serious, “That’s not funny, Niall. Like you said I almost died! And it was embarrassing.” Niall burst out laughing again, doubling over in a fit. “You’re one to talk though! Remember when you punted that basketball straight into your face in front of hundreds of fans?” Now Harry’s bursting into laughter.

“Heyyyyyyy” Niall drones on, slumping back into his seat.

Harry suddenly gets up, stumbling about like a baby deer. “We need water.” He slowly made his way to the back of the jet and grabbed two water bottles from the fridge before falling dramatically onto the couch. “Niall you’re gonna have to come get it, I can’t move.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, H.” He finally gets up after a minute of contemplation and slumps down on the couch next to Harry.

“Drink up, drunkie.” Harry hands him the second bottle of water and with a “Cheers mate” they chug. At this point it had been awhile since they finished the second bottle of champagne and the sleepy hangover stage was setting in.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Niall suggests. Grabbing the remote and flipping through Netflix, stopping on Love Actually before Harry could respond.

“Hey, that’s my—“

“I know it’s your favorite, H. Plus its practically holiday season right?”

“Love Actually is a year round movie, Niall, you should know this.”

“Right, right, forgot you’re one of those people.” Niall taunts.

Harry lightly punches Niall in the arm, causing Niall’s open bottle of water to flop around in his hand, spilling directly on his crotch. Niall doesn’t even say anything, except for a loud groan. He stood up quickly, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them all the way off, and threw them on the floor before sitting back down. Harry looks over, confused but giggling before his eyes landed right on Niall’s tight black boxers. Studying the way they cling to his thighs, how full his bum looked, definitely filled out from the last time he saw him.

Harry quickly shut his gaping mouth and turned back to the tv, hoping that Niall didn’t notice his staring. He didn’t, his eyes already fixated on the screen. The boys proceeded to sit there in silence, sipping water, eyes getting heavy.

After much time had passed, Harry woke up in a daze, unsure of where he was, looking around in a dimly lit jet cabin. The window shades were closed, Netflix had prompted the “Are you still watching?” question, and there was a heavy brunette boy holding him down on the couch. Harry was half laying on the couch, head on the back armrest, one leg up on the seat, and his right arm draped around Niall’s chest. Niall was laying his head on Harry’s chest, both his legs curled up at the end of the couch, still pantsless.

Harry shifts, trying not to wake Niall up, but also wanting him off so he can take care of the semi that was growing in his pants. He cleared his throat loudly, placing his hand on Niall’s shoulder before the dazed and confused boy peeled off his chest.

Looking around like he just woke up on the other side of the world, which wasn’t too far off, Niall groaned. “What time is it?”

“No fucking clue.”

The flight attendant popped her head in, “We’ve got about an hour left, can I get you two anything?”

Harry and Niall look at each other, disheveled messes, and answer in unison. “Advil.”

[grewupfcst]

𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴

[ connor franta, cismale, he/him ] have you seen ( malakai 'mack' sparks ) hanging around? the ( 24 ) year old often hangs around ( bean there, done that ) when they’re not being an ( actor/youtuber ). i’ve been told they’re ( witty ) but ( guarded ) and when i look at them, i see ( growing up too fast, playlists for all occasions, hugs that feel like home & bright stage lights met with brighter smiles ). wellcliff wouldn’t be the same without ‘em! [ spirit, 18, she/her, est ]

triggers: death (specifically death via car accident), anxiety & fighting/violence

Blake covered everything about the Sparks family in her intro for Ollie, but you know what? I’m gonna go over it again and then launch into Mack’s own history/personality, sprinkle in some headcanons.

Malakai Thomas Sparks was the second born son of Broadway actor Xavier Sparks and silver screen/television actress Joy Sparks (neé Townsend), younger brother of Ollie by three years.

When it came to families, Mack certainly lucked out because his was incredibly loving and accepting. Even though the world wasn’t always the kindest or most open to celebration of differences, the Sparks household would always be a safe place to retreat to.

This came into play many times over the course of his life, but two standout instances were his diagnosis of Generalized Anxiety Disorder (G.A.D. for short) before he started junior high and when he came out as gay during his freshman year of high school. He thankfully received plenty of support from loved ones which was all that truly mattered to him at the time.

In reaction to the world’s cruelty however, especially during his junior high and high school years, this kid got into his fair share of fights. If anybody messed with his friends or talked shit about his family, then Mack would be quick to put a stop to it either with well-crafted verbal takedowns or with an actual physical fight. Thankfully, the scuffles were nothing serious, but they still served as a lesson to would be bullies. There would be hell to pay if you screwed with any member of Mack’s inner circle.

For the most part though, Mack’s life was peaceful and idyllic. Made the grade in school, did well in his extracurriculars, had an awesome group of friends then went home to a loving family. Plus, his acting talent was starting to shine through during his school years and he’d taken up YouTube as a way to strengthen his acting abilities while also simply goofing off on camera to hopefully make other people laugh.

As the story goes, lady fate threw a wrench in that happiness. Xavier and Joy had been en route to a movie premiere when they unfortunately got into a car accident then passed the same night. Seeing as how Ollie was 18, the elder Sparks was declared Mack’s guardian.

Eventually, a sense of normalcy returned. Mack had continued making the grade in school, but he’d closed himself off for some time. But he did eventually start hanging out with his friends again. He also rediscovered his passion for acting and revived his YouTube channel which had been dormant following a video that announced a hiatus after his parents had passed.

Fast forward to the present day. Thanks to Mack’s YouTube channel being pretty well recognized at this point, he has been offered some roles in films made by production companies that frequently worked with YouTubers interested in acting careers. He’s got his foot in the door and his star continues to climb higher, plus his channel continues to do well.

Personality wise, there are plenty of things that people notice about Mack right off the bat. His brightness, for starters. He’s quite the intelligent guy yet he’s also young and still has plenty of learning to do. But brightness also means he does the best he can to look on the bright side of situations even if it might be difficult to do so or when it seems his normally realistic nature should win out. There’s also his unwavering loyalty when it comes to his loved ones. How he’ll always leap to their defense at the drop of a hat and will always be there to either help you move in or be a shoulder to cry on after a break up. Of course, there’s also the fact that he’s quite guarded. Even members of Mack’s inner circle have dubbed him a tough nut to crack simply because he doesn’t want them worrying about him when he is of the belief they most likely have bigger fish to fry than whatever problems he’s facing. And there’s no denying his impulsive nature either, especially when it comes to protecting his loved ones or buying tickets for the hottest concert.

And that’s all I’ve got about Mack, but there is so much more to be discovered as the rp goes on! It’s currently almost five in the morning as I’m wrapping this up, so thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for reading all of this. Feel free to like this, maybe slide into my messages and I’ll get back to you ASAP!

[niall-is-my-dream]

Lost Without You - Prologue

1550 words

The pub was absolutely buzzing tonight, but then it was a Friday. Everyone was letting loose after a long week. The booths around the outside and the smaller clusters of tables and chairs in the middle were all full of locals enjoying their evening. The stage at the far end of the pub was taken up by a group of four lads, two of which were in your business class at University. They were the band you had recommended to your boss, hoping to add a little something different to the Friday night's. They had been a hit and you had been run off your feet, you couldn't wait for the night to end.

It was nearing 10pm and you needed to grab some more change from the safe in the office. Checking with Luke and Jasper that they would ok for a few ninutes, you made your way down the corridor away from the bar. Grabbing the change from the safe you shoved the money in the front of your apron pocket, and quickly turned off the light in the office and left.

"Thanks love, that's kind of you to say." You heard a lad further up the corridor say. "I'm sorry, but I really have to go."

The girl in front of him, wearing a trashy red plastic looking dress didn't seem to understand personal space. She was leaning in and whispering to him, he didn't however look impressed.

"Yep, I'm sure you do. I'm just heading to the loo though, so no but thanks." He said, trying to be as polite as he could. However you could hear the frustration in his voice.

As you got closer, you recognised him. The lights in the corridor hadn't helped you get a clear look at him from by the office, but you could now see he was getting flustered. It was the singer/songwriter Niall Horan.

You knew who he was obviously, your niece had been a big fan of One Direction before they went on hiatus. His songs were always being played on the radio and you'd seen the articles about his recent tour. Gone was the blonde haired boy, instead he was now a 25 year old man.

Something just didn't sit right with you though, and you couldn't just walk past them.

"Hey love, what's your name?" You ask the clearly intoxicated girl as you approached them both. Niall looked up and his face was full of relief when he saw your bar uniform.

He had needed saving.

"Cassidy." She managed to mumble out, the strong smell of Jaeger on her breath. She must be part of the hen party that had ordered so many Jaeger bombs tonight that you had cut them off. You had a strict policy of not letting people get too drunk, it only ended up causing problems for you and was dangerous for them.

"Well Cassidy, I don't think Niall here is appreciating your drunken arse rubbing up against him."

"You know this is Niall Horan don't you?!" She attempted to whisper, but you knew Niall had heard her. "He's so sexy and manly."

Niall smirked, but he was clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. You returned his smile and tried not to laugh as you answered her.

"I'm aware of who he is and yes he is sexy and manly, but right now you're sexually harassing him and if you don't stop I will kick you out. Do you understand Cassidy?" You said firmly.

"Um..... I wasn't sexually harassing him." She said clearly, your words suddenly sobering her up.

"Sweetheart, you're grinding yourself on him and his face tells me he is not enjoying it. Plus he asked you to leave him alone twice in the time it took me to walk from my office just a few metres away to here."

You looked up at Niall who was trying to hide a smirk.

"I was just playing around, gotta try your luck haven't you?!" She giggled, swishing her long dark hair over her shoulder.

"If he, a guy was behaving the way you are right now, I'm sure you wouldn't be happy. Now leave him alone."

She gave Niall a glare and said sorry before walking off into the main part of the bar.

"And Cassidy, if I catch you harassing him or anyone else, I'll kick you out. Understand? I have a zero tolerance for behaviour like that on my shift."

"Yeah, sure." She replied, unimpressed by you stopping whatever she was trying to do.

When she had gone around the corner you turned to Niall.

"You ok?" You asked him, touching his arm gently.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks love." He replied laughing nervously.

"Sorry about that, hopefully she will leave you alone for the rest of the night." You said reassuringly.

"I honestly thought she was going to follow me into the toilet." He smiled.

"Well, you go on in and I'll wait here and keep watch if you want?"

"Would you?"

"Yeah sure."

"Ok. As long as you don't mind."

You gestured towards the toilet and he nodded. Niall went into the toilet, while you leaned against the wall opposite the door. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you browsed your Instagram before Niall emerged a few minutes later.

"Thankyou for doing that." He smiled.

"No worries. Just find me if she or anyone hassles you again. I'm in charge of the shift tonight so I'll be here till the end." You smiled back.

"Ok.......?" He replied, clearly wanting your name.

"Emma."

"So Emma, do you often save men in distress like that?!" He smiled at you.

"Not that often!" You smiled. "We do get famous people in here and they sometimes do attract unwanted attention from some individuals. I don't want you to feel that it happens in here a lot though and I hope it won't deter you from coming in here again."

"My friends and I are actually having a great time this evening. The band were really good."

You had both started to make your way down the corridor towards the bar area, Niall walking slightly behind you.

"I'll pass on that comment to the lads if that's ok? They are some friends of mine from University."

"Of course, that's fine."

"I'll let you join your friends again. Just find me if you need me."

"Thanks again Emma, I appreciate it."

There was a pause before you nodded a good bye and walked behind the bar.

He seemed like a nice lad and you didn't want him to be turned off by some of the desperate girls you got here on the weekends. You had hoped that your special music night would attract better clientele, but a rather loud hen party had come in. They would probably move onto a club soon, meaning that men in the bar would be safe. When you got back behind the bar and deposited the change into the tills, you helped the boys with the small queue that had appeared. 

Almost an hour later and you had called last orders at the bar. Some of the crowd left to find a club to go to, while others made their way over to the bar for a last drink. You saw Niall and a couple of lads walk over, taking a seat on the bar stools in front of you.

You started restocking the fridges, leaving Jasper to serve Niall and anyone who needed it and empty the washers, while Luke began clearing the tables of glasses.

You worked every Thursday and Friday night with them, all three of you knew each other from University in some way. You'd managed to secure the Shift Manager position in your second year, now in your third and final year you hadn't got long until you graduated.

"Are you coming down the student union after we finish?" Jasper asked you.

"No, I have work tomorrow all day at The Cosy Coffee Corner." You replied.

"Are you still working there as well as here, I thought you were going to quit?"

"Can't afford to, I need both jobs at the moment and after I graduate. And honestly, I love that place. Working for Audrey is a dream."

You carried on stocking the fridge with the bottled beers as Jasper turned to serve someone. You could hear Niall and his friends speaking behind you and as you stood up with an empty crate you realised Niall had been watching you. Quickly turning away you moved along the bar towards the back room to get rid of the crate and collect a new one.

"So Emma are you coming to the 90's night at the union with us when we finish?" Luke asked, appearing at the end of the bar with his hands full of empty glasses.

"Already asked her and apparently she's going home to bed!" Jasper replied cheekily.

"Emma Jane Pearce are you abandoning us for some alone time?! Or have you met a man and not told us?!"

"Luke! What the .....?!" You replied looking over to find Niall and his friends watching you, all of them had smirks on their faces. "You can all wipe those smirks off your faces and get your minds out of the gutter! I have work all day tomorrow, I have to get up early!"

"Yeah yeah!" Jasper laughed.

"Fuck you all." You muttered under your breath.

"Now now Emma, not in front of the customers." Luke joked, pointing to Niall and his friends.

"Don't stop on our account!" The one sitting to Niall's right said.

"Cheers lads!" You replied shaking your head.

You couldn't help but notice Nialls smirk.

Part One

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