#I'm surprised I've never drawn them prior to today

[lonisaiou]

my friend finished this weird game named super danganronpa 2...? I wonder what it's about

[cuecrynsleep]

A New Line Between Us

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Never did Angela wish for a bit, a sketch, something fictional to be reality, until Amanda.

Tags: one-sided feelings, unrequited love, platonic! changela, angst

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Nor is it a commentary on their feelings, their dynamic, or who they are as people. Remain respectful.

Word count: 2,670

Perhaps she should've been more careful. Maybe she should've drawn the line earlier, before any of this. Maybe she should've seen this coming from a mile away, because upon hindsight, it was obvious. It wasn't ever something that was subtle. She has always been close to Amanda, in a way that was different from anybody else. Yet, despite all of that, it was still completely shocking to her.

This couldn’t be happening. There was just no way she actually fell for Amanda. I mean it’s not like it’s hard to, rather Angela never actually thought she would. There were many bits where they were just in love with each other, or attracted to each other in some way. None of those were reality and would never amount to what reality is.

There were TNTL bits where they just sang about loving each other or having some prior relationship. Hell, they've played a married couple three times. Yet, with all of those times it was nothing but a joke. It was nothing but acting. Angela knew that, she knew that full well.

So the moment her heart raced faster than it should. The moment her heart longed for more. The moment she felt drawn to Amanda as if they were magnets. She knew full well she was doomed. She knew there was no denying it.

That's what led her to a green room by herself, cramped in a corner, hiding her from the world. It was a break from everything and everyone except for her own thoughts. Where those alone were tiring and draining enough. All she wanted was a moment of peace, something that seemed so hard in a workplace that was always so active.

She didn’t have any upcoming shoots today, most of it being in the morning. All that was left on her agenda was a meeting in an hour and a photo shoot. Angela glanced at the door from behind as she heard footsteps nearby. Not long after Chanse opened the door, calling out her name, before smiling as he saw her hunched up figure. He walked towards her and Angela looked away, positive that her face would expose more than she was willing.

"What are you doing here?" Chanse frowned. "Some of us are chilling on the Reddit stories set." He gently tapped Angela's shoulder, urging her to get up. "Come on, Ange. You're not going to start being antisocial today."

Angela mustered a smile, appreciating Chanse's gesture. "I'm good over here." She waved him off. "Don't worry about me."

He paused, letting out a sigh, before collapsing himself right next to Angela. "Okay, come on. What's wrong, Ange?"

"What?" She asked. Her voice was higher than usual as she looked at him in surprise. "Nothing is wrong."

"I'm your best friend. I know you." He glanced at her briefly. "Just talk to me."

Angela groaned. She put her knees to her chest, not minding her shoes that were on the couch. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Kind of," he said. "But I don't think that's a bad thing. Just tell me what's on your mind." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in for a side hug. "I've been a bit worried about you recently, Angela."

"I guess I've just been distracting myself a bit more often," she shrugged off, her voice coming out in a murmur.

"From what?" He paused. "Is everything okay?"

Angela took a deep breath, willing the feelings she's been holding in to come out. She might as well, rather sooner than later. The feelings she had come to realise a few days ago, with them only growing stronger and stronger by the day.

"I've been distracting myself from Amanda," she whispered. The moment the words left her mouth she felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. "I just need to get away from her for a bit."

"Amanda?" He repeated in a whisper. "That's rare. Is everything okay between you two?" He paused, finding his voice as he glanced at Angela, knowing she'd fail to meet his gaze. "I know you two have that kind of flirty dynamic during shoots. Is it starting to become uncomfortable?"

Angela instantly piqued up at those words. "No. No. God no," she repeated. "She's not making me uncomfortable." If anything Angela was scared she'd make her uncomfortable. Even if Amanda is the one to usually initiate their flirty dynamic during shoots.

"Okay, so," he bit his lip. "What is this actually about, Angela?" He could feel under his hand the moment she stiffened at his words. "You can tell me anything. I hope you know that."

Angela let out a shaky breath as her hands grasped tightly onto her knees. Usually when she had feelings for someone it'd be followed by joy, the moment of happiness that would rush to every bone in her body. Yet, with Amanda, it was different. It was panicked dread, because from the beginning she knew she had no chance.

Her mouth opened and closed, as she tried to find the right words to say. It felt as if the moment she spoke it aloud, she'd have to accept it and it'd all be true. Grounding her to the present was Chanse's hand, as he reached down to squeeze one of her hands.

She'd be okay. It will all be okay.

Angela took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she sank deep into the pits of feelings that pulled at her heartstrings. "I like her," she confessed, her words cracking underneath all the pressure.

Then, as if the floodgates opened, she continued talking. Her words came off in a rushed ramble as everything she kept inside, bottled up, broke apart. Only further did she break, as Chanse pulled her into a hug, letting her forehead rest on his shoulder.

"I did the one thing I swore to myself I wouldn't do and I ended up liking her," she continued on. "God, I fucking hate this Chanse. These- these feelings they're literally stupid. I wasn't supposed to like her. I wasn't supposed to take any of it seriously."

As Chanse squeezed her she could only sink herself deeper into his touch, crying harder as a sob wrecked past her throat. He wasn't congratulating her, cheering for her, or teasing her. They both knew it was nothing but a hopeless crush that was doomed to go nowhere. She was married. They were best friends. Those were just the facts of life. All she could do right now was accept it. Where even though accepting it was easy, acting like her heart didn't long for Amanda was something else.

-

It’s been a week since she told Chanse and since then things have started to become easier. If she needed to talk about it, she would. It was a much needed comfort she needed especially with how long she kept it bottled up.

Shoots with Amanda were second nature, and something both of them grew to expect when it came to a typical week. Angela still acted naturally around her, something that she thought she’d struggle with more but she didn’t. Feelings that she compartmentalised for later was something that she was used to, so her feelings for Amanda were always easy to not dwell on when on camera. After all, she was an actress, they were on camera, it was a part of her job.

Though, something that Angela hated, was how easily Amanda made her forget. When in the moment with her by her side she made her forget it all. She forgot the hard crushing feelings that weighed in her heart, and everything seemed almost weightless. Jabs, bits and mindless teasing between them came out easily. It was never something she had to worry or stress about. They had boundaries, they talked about a lot of lines not to cross nor joke about and they respected it. That’s what made their dynamic forever growing as they got to know each other more. Things they’d never do one day could be natural the next, and it all relied on their communication.

Yet, life is forever changing and it is only natural for things to change when something in the dynamic starts to shift. She first started to realise that when something that was once natural, a complete joke between them, began to bother her. Even if it was just a little.

They were live on camera for Smosh games, in a table surrounded by a couple of their cast mates. Angela was at the left end of the table next to Amanda. With them was Courtney, Spencer, Chanse, and Tommy. They were playing a simple card game, meant to get to know each other, with a wheel behind them displaying ticket goals for another live show.

It was Amanda’s turn, a card asking her about her soulmate or whatever. Admittedly, Angela forgot, as soon as Amanda said her name. She forgot her question after a few jokes left her mouth. All she could do was smile and nod, watching as the world passed her by.

Before she could even start to compartmentalise and ground herself, Amanda moved towards her. She could feel one of Amanda's hands on her shoulder, the other reaching to cup her jaw. She could feel as her personal space was being prodded at, her heart thundering against her chest. Then she moved closer, her face going towards her before turning to her side. Never once letting her lips make contact.

Christ, she just had to do a fake kiss bit right now.

Angela could feel the shiver that rushed up her spine as she stiffened at the contact. Then, as soon as Angela reacted, Amanda pulled away.

She played off the joke with a laugh, glancing at Angela to meet her gaze. Angela failed to look at her entirely, grasping at the chair to put herself back to reality. Then, as soon as it happened, as soon as she was distracted, she was back in it.

Angela ignored the way her heart pained as Amanda asked if she was okay with her eyes alone. She ignored the way her heart beat could be felt so clearly, when she reached over for Amanda's hand underneath the table. She squeezed her hand briefly, as if to tell her everything was okay, then pulled back. All she could do was sit there, and let the emotion that lingered fester. The emotion that wanted nothing more than for a bit they did on occasion, to hold some truth to reality.

And for a brief second she was brought back. She was brought back to before she developed feelings. She was brought back to the first time Amanda asked about her boundaries for the kissing bit.

-

“Hey Ange,” Amanda called over as she walked over. “I’m just checking. I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I?”

“What do you mean?” Angela asked, squinting at Amanda briefly.

“The whole fake kiss thing,” she explained. “Kinda the first time we did that sort of bit, so I just want to make sure.”

“Oh.” Angela said, as if remembering the bit that happened. “No, no you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” she said, reassuring Amanda. “Don’t worry about it, you’re okay.”

“Okay. Good.” Amanda smiled. She put a hand on Angela's shoulder. “I thought I made you uncomfortable there. I probably should've discussed the bit with you beforehand, sorry about that.”

Angela shook her head. “There's no need to apologise, but I appreciate it. Thanks.” She smiled up at Amanda, letting herself be pulled into a brief hug. “Besides, if I was uncomfortable I'd probably just push you away and play it off as a joke.”

“Noted,” she chuckled. “Just make sure to ever tell me if something I do as a bit makes you uncomfortable.”

“That goes both ways Amanda.”

-

She had to tell her she crossed a line. Even if it's a line that was already crossed before. Angela just knew it was bound to happen eventually, given her feelings. The boundaries they had before would inevitably change. Things that were once normal or welcomed wouldn't be anymore, simply because Angela's feelings changed.

Whether it be because Angela needed to get over some feelings, or because she feared making Amanda unknowingly uncomfortable. It all just felt so wrong. As if the bit of them being together or something more was something Angela was getting some enjoyment out of. Even if she didn't. Even if she never dared initiate it. It all felt so wrong when something was once a bit, held more truth to it than Amanda would ever know.

Almost as if Amanda knew it was coming she approached her first after the shoot. She hadn't even bothered to bid the rest of the cast a proper goodbye like usual, obviously very focused on making sure Angela was okay. The crew was currently packing up the cameras, Amanda and Angela staying in a faraway corner. That alone made Angela nervous, her heart beating against her chest out of anxiety alone.

Amanda hadn't even uttered a word before Angela spoke. Yet, as she saw her face, as she processed everything that happened, a thought remained in the corner of her brain. Regret. Nothing but regret for changing what they had. Nothing but regret for falling when she should've been careful in the first place. She didn't want their friendship to change. It just had to.

"Hey, about earlier," Angela hesitated, hating the way her voice cracked as she spoke. Her gaze lifted off the ground towards Amanda, she looked at her like she was so concerned.

It hurt. She shouldn't be looking at her like that. She shouldn't be making this harder than it should. Angela shook her head, letting out a shaky breath as she clenched her fists tightly. Upon looking down at her hands she already knew she'd see the crescent moon shaped indents on her light skin.

She gulped, her voice returning to her in a murmur. "Earlier when you fake kissed me, could you- maybe," she shakily breathed out, "Could you stop doing that?"

Angela's heart broke as she saw Amanda's eyes. The instant shot of panic that rushed through her showed through her voice. "Oh god," her voice cracked. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." She apologised, just about to reach out towards Angela but she stopped herself. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no," Angela panicked. "You didn't." If anything she was scared of making her uncomfortable. “I don’t mind most of your contact, trust me, you know I’m a pretty touchy person too. Just-“ The words died on her throat as she failed to speak. She couldn't even fully meet Amanda's gaze as it seemed almost trained on the floor.

“Please just stop,” Angela whispered. She looked away, as if ashamed, and from the corner of her eye she could see Amanda. The way her face morphed into regret and shock. She knew she wanted to reach out. She knew she wanted to ask more. She knew full well Amanda wanted nothing more than to comfort Angela.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a whisper, her tone gentle as she stopped herself from putting a hand on her shoulder.

She didn't have to hesitate as Angela leaned into her touch, letting herself have one thing as she closed her eyes. She leaned closer into the contact, being pulled into a hug. She'd miss this.

“I'll be okay,” Angela mumbled out. She stopped herself from crying, refusing to let the tears fall at work. “I just need a moment.”

“Take as long as you need Angela,” Amanda said, pulling her closer. “I'm right here for you.”

Angela smiled bitterly at her words. For this certain thing, she couldn't be there for her. Then someday, when the time is right, and things start to seem less real, she'd tell her. Just not now, when all Angela wanted was to go back in time to before the feelings started.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 12/04/2024

Plasmaseeker

Season 8 Featured on: The Joke​-​Explainer 7000​™​'s Highest Quality Rips: Sunrise

Ripped by eg_9371

Tentative rip name: Light! (Potentialseeker Colress)

The Season 8 train keeps chugging!! Its honestly been a lot of fun keeping up with the channel in real-time and jotting down rips that I think would be fun to talk about on here. There was Shiny Smily TALE of course, with its connections to a rip made nearly four years prior, and there was Luna, mi Amor, which sold itself as worthy of discussing immediately and only became more interesting the further I dug into it - tons of Season 8's features on here have had some truly fascinating backgrounds to them. But as soon as I heard Plasmaseeker, I didn't need to know anything else - it was LOCKED in. eg_9371 has hit me with yet another terminal banger.

I say another, of course, because eg_9371 has introduced me to a lot of cool music through his absolute truckload of contributions to the channel. kris gaming comes to mind as the main example, but it was also through Jesus of the Underground that I first learned about Jesus of Suburbia to begin with! The guy has his fingers in a lot of pies, and it's as if no matter what part of his circle of interests that he chooses to arrange music from, the result will be a guaranteed banger. I was, of course, mainly drawn to Plasmaseeker for the track it's using, Colress' battle theme from Pokémon Black & White 2. An incredible piece of music, in a game already defined by its crisp and distinct soundscape, heard in rips like Four Ardain ~Roaming the Route~ and Battle! The Trainer Inside Your Head!: in other words, get the reference or not, its hard for me NOT to love Gen 5 Pokémon melodyswaps. Plasmaseeker indeed uses a song I've never heard before in Aegleseeker, originating from the mobile rhythm game Arcaea - but I didn't need to go stumbling down the wiki trenches to realize just how hard the rip, and song, both bang.

What surprised me about listening to the original Aegleseeker for this post, though, was how starkly different it sounds from Colress' battle theme and by extension Plasmaseeker itself. Colress' theme is electronic yet not noisy, sounding like a perfectly-wound machine, a system working without flaw yet electronic in its very nature - by contrast, Aegleseeker's brand of electronic music sounds as if its racing toward the sun, as if its a cluster of information traveling at indescribably speeds through an online web breaking apart at the seams. An intense BPM, fervent percussion, heavy guitars and distorted vocal samples, all paired up with a lead instrument that sounds like a light breaking through the dark, desperate to not fade. The two songs share a thematic baseline yet veer in such harsh opposite directions, that I'm amazed eg_9371 made it work so effectively in the rip itself. It cleans up some of Aegleseeker's noise to have things still sound as if they're feasibly part of a Nintendo DS game, the BPM is obviously sped up from the original battle theme yet still sound just slightly behind in tempo from Aegleseeker, and the elegant synths from Colress' synths punctuate the rip at all of the perfect moments. I can't put my finger on if Battle! (Colress)'s vocal samples slowly counting down from four to zero replace any particular part of Aegleseeker's sound, but they really do help round the piece out, perhaps as a way to echo Aegleseeker's distorted vocal samples.

I could sit here and listen back and fourth and back and fourth to the two, but I think the important part has been conveyed well enough. Season 8 has only just begun, yet has brought me surprises at every turn, be it an entire day dedicated to Justin Bieber with BELIEBERDANSEN or the ongoing frequency with which Stuck Inside rips like Willievan Afton Polkka are still impressing me. But amidst all of those larger-scale hits, one mustn't forget the smaller things. Plasmaseeker may just be one rip, and the combination of Aegleseeker's (relative) obscurity and sheer intensity likely means it won't be showing up much again on the channel going forward - and despite that, eg_9371 gave the song his absolute all and made an absolutely unforgettable rip in the process.

[imaginedilestrade]

Surreal but nice- Part one

A/N: Okay so it's my birthday this week and to celebrate I've decided to do a 90's marathon! I was born in the 90's and I've incorporated some iconic 90's movies and tv shows into fics! 😁

Kicking off this week is 'Notting Hill' 😊it's a two parter! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Warnings: Swearing, lil bit of angst.

It was a typical Wednesday for Greg, spending the day in the unsuccessful little travel bookshop that he ran in Notting Hill. His favourite part of the world.

Nothing extraordinary happened to him.

He wasn't successful, he was divorced- his wife left him for a Harrison Ford lookalike, he was living with his mad Irish roommate Jim and he was stuck in a rut.

"Can I get you a cappuccino?" Sherlock sent him a smile as they went over the books. Another month, another loss.

"Sure but make it a half," Greg tried to make light of the situation "Its all I can afford!" His laugh fizzled out. Sherlock nodded and left. Greg pondered over a thought again, a reoccurring one.

Nothing extraordinary happened to him.

That was until the bell above the door rang and he saw someone sneak into his bookshop. "Can I help you at all?" He called out to the person he couldn't see because they were behind a bookcase.

"No thanks..." Greg felt his breath hitch at the softness of the voice that lingered for a moment in his stuffy bookshop. Although, it made the shop a little more refreshing "I'll just have a look around."

Greg noticed that you were wearing a large pair of sunglasses and a dark jacket with the same colour of trousers and a crisp white shirt with shoes to match when you peered your head from around the bookcase.

Greg couldn't shift his gaze from you or form a sentence that was more than one word.

You walked around and grabbed a book, opening it and skimming over the page "That book isn't that great, but if it's Turkey you want to read about," he called out and you looked over your shoulder, noticing he was grabbing a yellowish book "I recommend this one." He cleared his throat and glanced between you and the book "I think the man has actually been to Turkey, which always helps. There is also an amusing incident with a kebab," you felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards "One of many amusing incidents!"

"I'll think about it..." you hummed and turned around. Greg looked around to the monitor and let out a sigh, you watched as he went to the back of the shop and confront a man trying to steal a book by stuffing it into his trousers. When Greg returned you walked up to the desk with your book "I was going to steal a book but now I've changed my mind," you joked and Greg let it a small, nervous laugh "Signed by the author I see."

Greg glanced at the book "If you can find an unsigned one it would be worth a bloody fortune!" His remark made you chuckle. A moment later the same man who attempted to get away with a book down his trousers walked up to you.

"Can I have an autograph?"

You glanced up to Greg briefly before looking down at the desk and then to the man "Sure..." you sighed out. Greg could visibly see you stiffen and noticed the nerves in your eyes when you looked at him again to take the pen he was handing you. "What's your name?"

"Phillip, Phillip Anderson." You quickly scribbled on the piece of paper and handed it over to him with a thin smile. He read over it "What does it say?"

"Well that's my signature and above it, it says: 'Dear Phillip, you belong in jail."

"Good one," he uttered "Do you-do you want my phone number?"

You had to physically restrain yourself from laughing "Tempting, but no." He left after that and you handed the book over to Greg "I'll take this one." He rang it up for you and tossed in another for free. You took the bag off him with a smile and a thanks before leaving. Greg watched you exit the shop and disappear, he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. It was simply...extraordinary.

---

After downing the cappuccino Sherlock had got him, Greg popped out to the coffee shop to pick up a bite to eat as well as an orange juice for Sherlock. He left the cafe with a smile on his face as the sun shone down on him. It was a lovely day, made even better by seeing-

"Shit!"

He had collided into someone whilst daydreaming and spilled the orange juice all over someone's top. Your top. Although some did end up over him. He tried to wipe it off you but you jumped back "Get your hands off me! God!" You whined and looked down at the bright orange patch on your shirt. Greg offered for you to clean up at his house that was just across the road. With a defeated sigh, you accepted his offer.

He lead you over to the flat and pointed upstairs, explaining where everything was. As you want to change, he attempted to clean the flat a little bit. When Greg looked up a few minutes later you had changed into a completely different set of clothes and no one could have guessed that you were soaked in orange juice not even five minutes prior. Greg, being nervous yet hospitable, offered you a multitude of drinks and snacks, including the odd combination of apricots and honey. You said no to it all. "Do you say no to everything?" He asked.

You were about to answer almost instantly before your voiced hitched, a small smile played on your face as you replied "No." You watched him lean against the fridge "Thank you for your help."

"Not a problem and if I may," you raised a brow slightly "Can I just say that I think you are...heavenly. I probably won't get the chance to tell you ever again because you'll never return to my bookshop because those ones you got today are awful!" You couldn't help but lightly laugh as you made your way towards his front door. "It was nice to meet you...surreal but nice!" You sent him a small smile before he opened the door again and you left, disappearing out a door once again. "What was I thinking?" Greg muttered to himself as he walked away from the door. Seconds later, it rang. He opened it back up and you were standing there, you had forgot your books. Greg let you back in again and fetched your books.

"Thank you," you took them from him and then faced him, staring into those big brown eyes of his. You were drawn to them and gravitated towards them and his lips. Greg was taken by surprise feeling your soft, warm lips on his. He never expected anything like this to happen to him of all people. You both slowly pulled back and were left looking at each other again, burning your eyes into one another's. But your eyes diverted to the door when it suddenly opened and Greg's roommate walked in, completely passing the two of you and acting like there wasn't a thing out of place.

"I uh..." you watched as Greg's roommate vanished around the corner "I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"Oh no of course not!" Greg assured "I'll tell myself sometimes but I won't believe it!" You couldn't help but smile at his disbelief and the way his cheeks had flushed a light pink colour. You left once again, leaving Greg in a hazy cloud of different emotions.

---

Over the next few days Greg ground himself thinking about you constantly. There wasn't a single second where he didn't think about you or that kiss.

Jim, being unbelievingly scatterbrained, told Greg that you had phoned-three days ago-under a fake name. Greg made his way to the Ritz with a bunch on sunflowers but when he arrived at your hotel room, someone was behind him. "Are you sure this is the right room?" He asked the man who nodded. Seconds later the door opened and a blonde woman invited them both in. With confusion riddled over his face he followed her into the room and found a multitude of other people waiting.

"What magazine are you from?" The woman asked.

"Uh..." Greg glanced about and said the first one he spotted on a table "'Horse and Hound'."

"Right..." she wrote it down on her notepad "Well she's waiting for you, I'll take you through Mr..."

"Lestrade, Greg Lestrade."

Greg entered another room and felt the air drain from his lungs seeing you by the window with a smile on your face. "You have five minutes," your agent made Greg jump, suddenly appearing behind the bookseller. You awkwardly smiled and extended an arm to the seat beside you, your agent kept walking in and out of the room.

"These are for you but," Greg glanced around the room, it was already engulfed in flowers "But I suspect you already have enough!"

"No!" You took them from Greg "They're lovely thank you." You placed them down and let out a small sigh "I'm sorry it has to be like this. I thought the press tour would be over. I'm also sorry I had to give you a fake name, I do it all the time when I'm in hotels. People know how to hunt you down!" You forced a laugh.

Greg opened his mouth to speak when your agent came in and raised a brow at him "Uhh so do you have many horses in this film?"

"Well..." you glanced over to your agent and noticed him lightly shaking his head "Not any at all, no."

"Why is that?"

"Because the movie is set in space..." the corner of your lip twitched upwards.

Your agent left again and Greg let out a sigh of relief "I'm absolutely balls at this!" As your agent appeared and reappeared, he kept asking you horse related questions, eventually Greg's time was up.

"It was nice to meet you," you shook Greg's hand, keeping up appearances "Surreal but nice."

Greg felt his lips curve into a smile. Your agent left again and Greg squeezed in one final question before he came back "Are you free tonight?"

You sadly smiled "No...sorry." You pulled your hand back and cleared your throat, your agent came back and led Greg away where he was unexpectedly taken away to interview other cast members. He didn't have a clue was he was doing at was making a fool out of himself in the process. The blonde haired woman Greg had met before called out his name again and he uttered out a protest under his breath, he really didn't want to interview another movie star. But he didn't. Instead he was lead to your room again "I'm not busy tonight."

"Y-you're not? But I thought you had plans?" Greg's brow crinkled with confusion.

"I cancelled them."

Greg widely smiled "Oh shit! It's my sisters birthday! I totally forgot!"

"That's okay," you reassured "I don't mind going."

"You want to go?" He pointed at his chest "With me?" He then pointed in a westward direction "To my sisters birthday?"

"Yes." You nodded with a growing smile "I'll be your date."

---

"Uh Y/N," Greg nervously introduced you to his friends and family "This is John and Mary. Dear friends of mine."

"Hello!" Mary smiled "It's funny you are the spitting image of-"

Greg cut her off "Y/N, this is Y/N..." Greg sent Mary a knowing glare. She shook your hand with a gaping smile. Greg lead you over to John who was in the kitchen "John this is Y/N."

"Well it's nice to meet you Y/N," he went to shake your hand before freezing, instantly recognising who you were "Y/L/N!"

"Nice to meet you too," you moved your hand forward and shook his hand before he pulled away to get the door. Greg's sister entered and as soon as she did, she gasped.

"Oh holy fuck!"

"Y/N, this is my little sister, Honey. Honey, this is Y/N." Greg formally intoduved the two of you. Honey was in a starstruck haze.

"I am such a huge fan! Massive fan! You are utterly amazing and I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" You bashfully smiled at her comment "I genuinely believe, and I have for some time now, that we are destined to be best friends. What do you think?"

You were a little taken aback but sent her a smile "Lucky me!"

The doorbell rang again amd John answered it "Mycroft's here!" Greg introduced you to Mycroft, he was oblivious to who you were. You spoke with him while Greg chatted with John and Mary.

"So what do you do?" He asked.

"I'm an actor, films mainly..." you replied with a small smile gracing your face.

"Must be tough, I know people who barely get seven thousand a year! How much did you make on your last movie?" Mycroft sipped on his wine.

"Fifteen million."

He choked on his Chardonnay "Well that's," he coughed "Fairly good..."

John announced that dinner was ready but before you sat, you wondered where the bathroom was. Honey happily lead you through. "I can't believe the girl you mentioned was Y/N Y/L/N!" Mary squeaked.

"Y/N Y/L/N?!" Mycroft repeated back and placed a hand on his head "Ohh god. Oh god I feel so stupid."

"I can't believe it," Honey returned "I just followed Y/N into the bathroom. She had to tell me to leave! I was still chatting to her as she was pulling down her zipper!" She giggled. You returned a few moments later and enjoyed the company of Greg and his friends and family over dinner.

---

You and Greg walked side by side down the streets of London "Do you want to uh..." Greg spoke up, you could hear the nerves in his voice "My place is just..." he trailed off and nodded towards the end of the street.

"Too complicated..." you sadly smiled and continued walking. You stopped when you noticed a gate "What's this?" Greg explained that it was a garden that the residents in the surrounding houses shared. It was locked and Greg didn't have a key. "Lets go in!" You couldn't help but bit down on your lip to control your smile as you climbed over the bars. Greg struggled whereas you jumped over with ease.

"Now what in the world in this garden could make that ordeal worth while!" Greg jogged up to you, catching his breath.

He was caught off guard when you crashed your lips against his, sharing a passionate kiss under the moonlight.

He shook his head and his lips curved into a smile "Nice garden."

You silently walked through the park, every so often Greg would say something that made you laugh or smile. He was enamouring to you, he truely was like no one you had ever met. And you liked that.

A few days later you had dinner with him, it was ruined by a group of men sitting behind the small partition wall who were making remarks about you. At first you tried to smile and laugh their comments away but they got worse and soon Greg couldn't take any more of it and stormed up to the table. You felt your heart swell as he attempted to fight for you, to stand up for you. The men were too ignorant and rowdy so you pulled Greg back and headed to the exit "Thank you for sticking up for me, I love that you tried. Someone had to put them in their place...in fact..." you stopped and turned around, making a beeline for the table. All the men gasped and quickly uttered out apologies "My friend is a little sensitive," you shot them all a fake smile. "I'm sure it was all banter and I'm sure you guys all have dicks the size of peanuts, anyway, have a good night!"

You turned and walked away, Greg hot on your heels. "That was amazing!"

"Ohh I shouldn't have said that! I should not have said that..." you mumbled. Greg walked you to your hotel and you both stood outside for a moment "What am I doing with you...?" Your head cocked to the side a little.

"I'm afraid I don't know..." Greg shrugged a shoulder with a half smile.

"Do you want to come up?" You rashly asked. Greg didn't know what to say at first but after a few minutes of internal deliberation, he agreed. "Give me five minutes!" You walked into the hotel and made your way to your room with a smile. It fell very quickly when you saw who was waiting for you.

Greg made his way to your room five minutes later and knocked on the door, you opened it and felt your stomach sink. "Hello again," he kiss your cheek.

"You have to leave..." you whispered with tears prickling your eyes. Before Greg could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, your boyfriend appeared.

"Finally, some room service!" He bellowed and your gaze fell to the ground "I wanted to be the best boyfriend ever and order some fruit or somethin' for Y/N. Only fruit though!" He laughed and jabbed your side. He always degraded and you hated it, you hated it even more that Greg was standing in front of you. You didn't want to drag him into this mess. "And take that trash when you leave!"

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a watery sigh "Greg, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say..."

Greg slumped his shoulders, disappointment clouding his face "I believe it's usually 'goodbye'." He couldn't even crack a sad smile.

He was heartbroken.

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