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glowingspence · 3 years ago

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hotchreid-90 or 32, or just, anything hotchreid , not established relationship preferred 💜💜

"Hey" Shyly Reid looks at the man standing in front of his door, late in the evening. "What are you doing here?"

"I just- you seemed off today- do you mind if I-" Without waiting for permission Hotch steps into the apartment, pressing himself through the small crack Reid had opened the door to before looking at him properly.

Spencer had already changed out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes, the thick soft socks reaches partly over the end of his sweatpants, the stained hoodie he almost always wears at home covers his hands.

"I am worried" Hotch admits, "We have been- we started spending so much time and we went on those dates and I am worried I overstepped because now you are shielding yourself away. Not only from me. I got Morgan on speed dial- I am- if I made you uncomfortable- he will come over and you can talk to him- or me- it's just- I am- I am really sorry" He brings out pressing his lips together as he looks at Reid who takes a moment and then frowns at him.

"You didn't do anything wrong" Hesitantly he backs away even further from Hotch, "I thought we are- you know- doing pretty good."

"I thought so too but ever since three weeks ago, you have been quiet and when I try to ask you out, you are reclining everything I suggest and that's okay. We don't have to go out. But at least drinking a coffee together would be nice, you know." He explains, "I miss you"

Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, picking at the dry skin around elbows underneath the loose sweater as he does before his facial expressions slightly changed, like it does when Hotch watches him cracking a code on cases and he encrypted a little piece of it. "What is it?"

"Nothing. We can go out, it's not you." He assures him, looking down to the floor. "We can grab coffee tomorrow after work."

"If you don't feel up to it we don't have to."

"I do. I do. Everything is okay" Spencer insists and starts rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Did something happen three weeks ago?"

"No" Spencer quickly answers, a bit to forcefully to make it sound true. "No, nothing happened."

"Why don't we sit down?" Comforting Hotch tries placing a hand on Spencer but he flinches away, "I am sorry. Can we sit down? Is that okay?"

While he has his lips pressed together Spencer nods and walks first towards the couch, sitting down at the end. He crosses his arms in front of his stomach and presses them against his stomach before he leans forward far enough that it makes it comfortable to rock back and forth.

"Do you need anything?" Hotch questions worried. "Do you want your blanket?"

Spencer shakes his head but keeps on rocking back and forth.

"Did something happen with Jack? Did he say something?" Hotch asks trying to figure out what has him so upset but he shakes his head, "Did someone on the team say something about us? Did Morgan not like that we went out?"

He shakes his head again before taking one hand away from his middle and starts tapping his head with his palm in a steady rhythm before he speaks, "Morgan said he will kill you if you hurt me, Morgan likes you, Morgan likes to know I am safe. You can keep me safe. Morgan likes that."

"I am glad he does" Hotch answers and figures he is not the problem. "You can tell me anything"

"Not this thing" Spencer tells him and Hotch raises one eyebrow. "Not this thing. Not this thing."

"Why not?" He interrogates with a soft voice, "Spencer why can't you tell me?" He repeats when Spencer doesn't answer.

"It's a secret"

"It's a secret?"

"Not my secret." He explains and a tear rolls down his cheek, "It's a horrible secret."

"It is?" Hotch questions with sympathy in his voice and Spencer nods and sobs ones, holding himself again but signaling with his position that he doesn't want Hotch to touch him, "Is that why you have been so closed up? Does the secret do that?"

"It hurts."

"It hurts?" Hotch repeats waiting for Spencer to elaborate.

"Makes me feel sick and sorry." He tells him before adding, "It makes me feel really bad, like I did when Emily died. When my chest really hurt like someone is tying it but my stomach feels all empty"

"Do you mean grief? Are you grieving?"

"I don't know." Spencer sobs again, new tears running down his face as his body shakes, "It feels like when Emily died."

"Maybe it's grief we don't need to identify that right now, it's okay." Hotch tries to keep Spencer's frustration low. "Can you tell me who told you that secret?"

"No"

"Okay, that's okay." Hesitant Hotch scoops closer, "Come here" After a moment of hesitation Hotch scoops into the corner of the couch and Spencer follows him, climbing into his lap and curling himself up in a way that can hide his face against Hotch's neck as he cries. His hand gripping his shirt, as muffled sobs fill the apartment. "Okay, okay you are okay."

He waits for him to calm down until only sniffles fill the room, Spencer still leaning against him but being more spread out over the couch as he plays with Hotch's fingers.

"We are gonna try something, okay baby?" The nickname falls so naturally from his tongue, both men don't notice, "Why don't you tell me the secret. But you tell me with the TV-show we watched all day at my apartment? You remember the one Jack wanted to watch?"

"The one with the friend group?"

"Yeah that one"

"I am no allowed to tell you."

"If it makes you this upset you can tell me. It's okay. Nothing is gonna happen to you." Protectively Hotch places a hand on Spencer's cheek, making him feel shield away from the world around him.

"I am Jess." Spencer starts, "And the person who told me that secret is Cece."

"Cece who is together with Schmidt? With the little daughter?"

"Yes"

"Alright, I can follow." He assures him.

"And Cece had been sad and hurting. Like something really terrible happened. So Jess waited for her in front of the bathroom for a really long time. Because Cece also had a injury on her hand, like she had been punching something, but there is no one she should be fighting with." He stops and presses himself closer against Hotch, "So Jess waited and when Cece finally came out, she asked if they could talk and Cece eventually agreed and they went into an empty room and Jess asked what is going on. But Cece wouldn't tell her and told her- and told her that she should stop being so worried and stop being so her." He presses himself against Hotch again while he rubs his feet over the couch.

"It's okay, it's okay, you are doing good." Hotch tries calming him and slowly he stops moving im his arms again, "go on when you are ready"

"Jess told her that she can't help it. You know, because Jess was really worried and Jess sometimes doesn't know where personal boundaries are. Jess just wants to help and people think she is being nosy."

"Well Nick loved that about her"

"Not important" Spencer states, "Cece told her that not even she could come up with the word for what she feels. Because Cece has PTSD because she was in a terrible accident."

"She was?"

"Mmm Jess knew that and so Jess kept pushing and didn't read the signs and then Cece told her that she was pregnant when the accident happened-" Again Spencer breaks into a sob and moves in Hotch's arms again,

"You are okay, it's okay, it's okay, you did so good by telling me." He assures him and grabs both of his arms slightly leaning down on him, "Keep talking, you are almost done. You did such a good job."

Spencer by now lays with his back on Hotch's thighs, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as he tries hitting his hands together and Hotch realizes what he tries to do, let's go and let's him hit his knuckles together.

"What happened then? What did Jess do?"

"Jess had to keep the secret. Nobody knows."

"Does Schmidt know?"

"No, Cece was working abroad when she found out and when she lost the baby. Cece was all alone." He tells him and hits his knuckles together harder.

"How does Jess feel now?"

"Jess would have been godmother to a second child. Jess doesn't know what to feel because she never even met the child and didn't know about it but now feels like something is gone from her heart. Jess is sad."

"Did Jess ever talk to Cece again about it?"

"Jess found a way for Cece to say goodbye to the man who did this but she is worried she won't be able to heal." They stay quiet for a long moment, Spencer hitting his knuckles together, until Hotch holds his hand between Spencer's two fists who can't stop.

"I think JJ loves you so so much, and I think JJ is the strongest woman this earth has ever seen and I know this must be terrifying, to see her like this but she is going to survive it and she knows that she has you to lean on when times get hard and she has Henry and Will and I know that when she is home she has all the love and understanding around her she always wished for." Gently he moves his other hand up to Spencer's head, "And as in for you, it's okay to feel whatever you feel right now and I am so so proud of you for taking care of her. She maybe said those things but she probably felt a little bit crowded by you. You know that feeling too. You sometimes say those things too and then mean it. But in the end, I think she is gonna feel a lot better knowing someone knows. And knowing someone is watching out for her."

[Prompt list]

#tw child loss #tw ptsd #tw self harm #minor new girl spoilers #thank you for your request #i hope I understood your wish right #(if not let me know💖)#hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #autistic spencer reid #jennifer jereau #i love you prompt list works #my writing

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delcakoo · 2 years ago

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Hey koobear hyd m’love

I’m not as peppy as today coz I feel a bit ignored 🥲

I have art elective and for out first assignment we had to choose candies and hot glue them to a piece of paper in contrasting positions and that would be our realistic reference (WE GOT TO EAT SOME CANDYS MWAHAHAHAH) so yeah and I did that and I was drawing and yada yada you know drawing

And I was pretty proud of it I thought I did the details well. My art teacher, who has so many things to say about every students art piece, DIDNT say anything about mine, nothing negative. She said that I captured everything wonderfully, and for her to have no negative feedback was once in a blue moon, and I took pride into being the blue moon girl.

And so I was proud of what she said. I told my friends in my art, and showed them my art, and all they said was just… good. No “that’s really cool!” Or “wow you did well!” Just… good. When I uprooted them and old them their art was actually so pretty like their elements were chefs kiss (it actually was!!! Like v cool) though they kinda have a little bit of flaws but I wasn’t gonna put them down, they were minor anyway so I didn’t care and knew I wouldn’t appreciate if someone pointed out my minor flaws.

It’s not like I was asking for something in return… I was just hoping for some uplifting tooo… like who doesn’t like compliments.. I would’ve appreciated some too… it makes me feel so selfish idk

Ans when I showed it to my parents they also just said “mm ok” like? Like it’s my parents now and I always try so hard to at least make them a little bit proud but they just hummed ok. I worked rlly hard on it too but everyone I’ve been showing it to just says… “ok, good, cool” :( some reassurance would be nice…

Here’s my drawing if you wanna see it

But yeah anyways hyd m’love!! 💗💗🥰🥰😘😘

bruh i totally understand how you feel :((( im so sorry you had to go through that like gen.. when you give people your utmost attention n’ compliments just to receive nothing back augh it’s the worst. they don’t deserve you kuma love im gonna 👊👊💥 🙂🙂 pls dont feel guilty for feeling that way cuz its totally valid and unfair for you.. especially from your parents like..???

BUT HOLY SHIT YOUR DRAWING IS AMAZING KUMA?? YOURE SO TALENTED LIKE FR I THINK THEY WERE JUST JEALOUS OF YOU CUZ DAMN.. THE DETAILS ON THE WRAPPER BrO YOU DID SO GOOD WITH THE SHADING AS WELL..??? TEACH ME UR WAYS 🙁🙁🙏🙏💖💖💖 pls uR DRAWING LOOKS BETTER THAN THE REAL THING 🙄🙄

AND IM GOOD LOVE!! TY FOR ASKING I DIDNT DO TOO MUCH TODAY BESIDES MAKING MY FRIEND WATCH AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER CUZ THE UNCULTURED MF HASNT WATCHED IT.. WE R ALMOST AT BOOK 3 IM SO PROUD OF HER 🙏🙏😍😍

#delcakoo #kuma <3

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wingsofhcpe · 3 years ago

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SNOWPIERCER S3 EP5 THOUGHTS: TICK TICK ....BOOM

*inhuman screeching*

The entire episode really sold it to me that Zarah was going to kick the bucket and I'm a little disappointed it didn't happen. I have not gotten over my dislike for her but at this point, dislike or no dislike, I just felt it would be the best narrative option. Even if it was a character I liked I would have hoped it would happen because it was just set up very well and idk. It just felt wrong that she and the baby both survived.

Till and LJ rivalry is what I live for, and Os just awkwardly standing there while his sister and his wife duke it out.

PIKE YOU FUCKING IDIOT. I. UGH. IM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW.

I can't believe this show gave us PikeRuth, sold it to us so well, and then did... whatever the hell this was.

Also idk if that's just bad writing or if I'm missing something, but their first interactions were actually so nice and genuine and now both seem as that didn't mean anything and I'm like??? Bruh???

Ben and Josie....ugh. I love them both I just don't think they have chemistry as a ship...

Also, fine, maybe I just want Melanie back.

Sykes teaming up with Javi and supporting him through shared trauma is actually a pretty neat detail, their interactions were short but I really appreciated the vibe.

Ben 🤝 Audrey: stage 100 of depression.

Audrey looked sexy today and frankly the show is starting to get me sold on her and Till as a thing.

I feel bad for Wilford, which is a sentence I didn't think I'd ever say. Plus we gotta love Alex's snark, she and Dr. Pelton CARRIED this episode idgaf.

Speaking of, Dr. Pelton is a gem and I hope we get to see more of her.

Also not to be that person but her and madame Headwood.... Sapphic vibes is all I'm saying.

Btw mrs. Headwood my poor little meow meow tying the laces on her dead husband's shoes in the end... I love how they barely had any screentime, one of them is gone, but you can just see how much in love they were and how much they cherished each other.

Tristan in the intercomm scene: who are you and what have you done to Ruth.

Btw I know the ship sunk before it even sailed (at least seems so by what we've gotten today) but pls consider Pike and Ruth adopting Winnie. Pls. The crumbs we got in this episode... Please tell me Pike won't get himself killed and he'll actually see he's being a bit unreasonable about this.

I mean yeah sure he's got a point (and as a fellow Ruth simp I just gotta say he's got The Point that Ruth should lead the train) but like...maybe setting fire everywhere isn't the best way to go about it??? Just saying???

Jumping from one point to the next here but Ben missing Melanie and vocalising his emotions on her death broke me.

Also wait I've a question, did Ruth lie to Layton when she said that "Ben mentioned a fire"? Or was the dude that Layton met undertrain another Ben? It's a common name so I wouldn't be surprised if it was just...another Ben, but my mum thinks Ruth just lied to Layton. Which is honestly what I hope is the case, because if we had to see all of Ruth's awesome character arc JUST for her to return to hospitality and stay there, even as a better person, staying in the same position she was in s1e1, I'm going to be angry™.

Anyway all I'm saying is I want Ruth to rebel against Layton just... without setting the train on fucking fire (Pike, cmon, really? That's not how you persuade your gf to join your cause). Like if anyone can make this work without blowing everything to pieces (PIKE) it's her.

Whoop-tee-do until next week I guess!

EDIT: HOW COULD I FORGET UNCLE TILL!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL GNC BUTCH GF!!!! I'M IN LOVE!!!!

#snowpiercer s3 #snowpiercer season 3 #snowpiercer spoilers #snowpiercer #andre layton #zarah ferami #ruth wardell #bess till #miss audrey #joseph wilford #time to hc till as she/he/they so true 🥰

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xserpentlife · 4 years ago

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Care *Smut*

Requested: Kinda, mentioned this yesterday, started as a request but when elsewhere. Orig Request here: Hey hun ease can I have a ddlg little girl smut imagine with sweetpea or fp jones not bothered which where I have been a brat all day and he punishes me thanks so much xx.

A/N: This was created and I accidently went somewhere other than the request, I am also using this as one of the bingo spots on my card: Aftercare.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2339

There was something off with you today and Sweet Pea could tell from the start. First it was waking you up, you didn’t want to, which was not much different than usual, however, this time you actually cried and Pea didn’t know what to do. You weren’t in pain, you weren’t going through anything really. He just held you while you cried and then eventually got you dressed and to school.

Finally at school when pulling in the drive you began to calm down.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“I dunno, Daddy.”

Another odd thing to add to the list for the day. You were his little girl, mostly only in bed though, and once in a while after play when you slipped into little space. It was very, very odd and concerned him that you were calling him daddy in a non sexual manner while at school. You were often a brat in public, using daddy to turn him on, but this was entirely different.

“Baby girl talk to me”

“Gotta school daddy”

“Be a good girl in class and don’t say anything okay, I’ll see you during free hour”

“Okay daddy” you kissed him on the cheek something you always did while in little space

He was afraid you’d get found out, your kink and little space would be exposed and it would put you in even more of a rut. See no one really knew of yours and Peas' relationship except one or two people. You keep it secret, it is deeply personal. You went through a lot of trauma, falling into little space is your way of dealing with stress and hard times, he could usually make it better pretty quick but this time he had no idea why you fell into little space so hard and so quick. I mean you had both been busy the past few days. Not seeing much of each other than in passing and at night when falling asleep, but you never hid anything from him, and you hadn’t mentioned anything bad at all, so the fact you slipped without him knowing or detecting it made him so upset with himself. He knew he shouldn’t have sent you into class, but you had a test you absolutely could not miss and he was hoping you’d be okay alone. He has learned that when in little space you cling to him like a bear. Turning to your little side is your safe space, but without Pea there would be none of that at all. He is like the base to your tower.

The class could not have ended faster for him, he needed to see you and make sure you were all right. He always waited for you by the lockers. He watched and waited but hadn’t found you. He walked to your classroom and saw the teacher yelling at you. He walked in, not caring about anything in the world, plus he didn’t have this teacher for math. But saw you crying eyes watering red and puffy.

“What the fuck is going on”

“None of your business son, you can’t just barge in my classroom like that”

“I can damn well barge in here when your yelling and up in a girls face for no goddamn reason sir, plus no one fucking talks to my girlfriend like that I don’t care if you’re her teacher or not. You can speak to her on monday” Pea dragged you out of the room, grabbing your hand in the process. Tears still streaming down your face he brought you to a corner in the rec room, thankfully no one was in there, because your friends are usually the only ones there and they were all in class except fangs, but he was with Kevin. All you did was cry as he sat you down, no words coming out of your mouth. He loved you so goddamn much and seeing you cry was always a struggle for him.

“Princess you gotta talk to me or I can’t fix it or at least try to make it better” You shook your head pouting up at him

“Baby c’mon please whyd id he yell at you”

“Said… said i was bad at math and, and then he...” you started balling again.

“He got bad at me cause I got done early and it was so bad, but he, he got mad also cause I got done early and drew on my paper. I don’t get it daddy you always say I can draw!”

“Baby you didn’t do anything wrong”

“He… he yelled yes I did daddy he got mad. Was my drawing not good daddy”

“Im sure it was perfect aby, but sometimes there are things we just can’t draw on”

“Wanted to color but no pages, thought I could make a pretty picture but…” You cried one again Fangs walking into the room Pea glancing back at him.

Fangs found out you had a little space when he had walked into the trailer one day completely beat up and you were coloring on the floor while pea ran to the store.

*Flashback*

“Pea I need… Y/N?” HE saw you sitting on the floor onesie on coloring away on a giant page.

“Hi Fangsy, come color, Fangsy color, pleaseeeeeee”

“Y/N I need you to patch me up”

“I, Uh… fangsy hurt?

“Yeah, can you get me ice and a bandage?”

“Mhm, '' you nodded walking over to the freezer, grabbing the ice before heading to the bathroom and bringing it all back over to fangs. You leaned down pacci hanging from your shirt.

Pea walked in then starting fangs down when he walked through the door.

“What the fuck Fangs!”

“Sorry bro im hurt, I just walked in I didn’t”

“Don't yell daddy! Fangsy hurts”

“Sorry baby girl, can you go into the bedroom and i'll be in, in a minuted”

“You nodded kissing him before walking off to the bedroom” That was the night Fangs learned about your little space. It only made sense he would find out. Him and Pea were always together, so that means you are always there too. SOmetimes you were good at suppressing it, and hiding it but other times it wasn’t so easy. Fangs didn’t necessarily get it at least not at first, neither did pea, but they both supported and were there for you entirely . Fangs was a good support system and closest to Pea, meaning when Pea couldn’t be there, he was.

*end flashback*

“Aww pretty lady why you crying” If pea couldn't calm you down, fangs would come in making you laugh and forget about it.

“Bruce didn’t like my picture”

“Well that means an old man is just an ass hat, I bet your picture was absolutely stunning. Just like its creator, a true artist”

“I not that good”

“Mhm you sure are, i think you should draw me a picture for my apartment, could you do that?”

“Mhm” you nodded your head smiling. Fangs got you distracted long enough to stop crying and calm down some.

“Baby girl yo okay now” you nodded your head slightly still clinging onto him “baby we gotta get to class…”

“Wanna go home”

“Baby we..”

“Want home Pea, need you… please, wanna forget” he knew exactly what it meant. Sometimes you wanted to color, have food made for you, a bath run with pea in it, and other times you wanted him and only him, not just cuddling you want more.

“Okay, let’s go...” He didn’t hesitate, he knew what you needed. In that moment he knew everything.

He tried letting you go to stand up but you didn’t want to. You clung onto him like a bear in the wild. You loved Pea, you needed Pea in more ways than you could even explain. Fangs grabbed the keys from his pocked and unlocked the truck as Pea placed you in.

“Thanks bro”

“She gonna be okay”

“Mhm she’ll be fine just needs some time today to decompress”

“Okay, I know you got her but call if you need anything, and i'll cover for you in class”

“Always bro, and thanks again”

You got to his trailer as he led you to the bedroom sitting you down slowly. He grabbed the silk ties from the bottom drawer slowly kissing along you wrists as he tied them together.

“Baby are you sure”

“Yes daddy want you”

“Okay Princess but you know your safe word right?”

“Mhm..”

“Can you tell me?”

“Avacadoooo” He chuckled to himself lightly remembering back ot the time that you created the safeword. You thought it was so funny because the first time you used it he wasn’t hurting you at all, but you were so overpleasured you couldn’t go on, out you screamed avacadooooo as both you and him simalteanosly ignished. Its one of his funnies and best memories of the two of you.

By now, the amount of times you had been together he could read you like a book. The emaming of every movement the change in tone of every breath sound, he knew ever bit and piece of you, and your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way”

“Good girl” he began tying your hands to the bedpost.

“Want you to fuck me hard daddy, wnat to hurt, want to forget” when you were so subby that you slipped into little space forhours you wouldn’t always know what you needed or wanted. Pea knew you didn’t need to be fucked you needed love.

“You ready baby”

“Yes daddy”

You felt his body press lightly onto your own, he began kissing you, heading up to your neck, probably one of your weakest spots.

“Daddy not fair, you have your clothes on”

“Wanna take them off princess” You pouted up at him, you couldn’t you were tied.

“Well guess they stay on” You began to whimper eyes filling slightly

“Hey hey princess no crying tonight okay, want you happy”

“Always happy with you daddy” He took of his clothes bringing his body to yours once again. His cock already hard. You atche dhim come up to you, his lips ghosting over your own. HIs tip tickled over your entrance as you whimpered for more. He began thrusting slow short at first, then deeper as he went. The quicker they got the more you moaned. His hand found its way up to your neck, a firm grip, your breath halting for a moment. The feeling arousing you to no end. You felt your orgasm building.

“You like that princess”

“Yes daddy” he untied your wrists with a pull, your arms making there way around his neck as he thrusted into you . Head in the crook of his neck you moaned out.

“Daddy I can’t”

“Gonna cum for me princess”

“Mhm, yes fuck daddy”

“Fuck.” He cried out. CUmming as you came, eyes rolling back into your head he watched you come undone. YOu let out a loud moan of his name, as you felt his hand tighten by accident a second wave of pleasure passed through the both of you. He kissed you on the lips as he laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest. Your breathing remained heavy, your orgasm being one of the stronger ones you've had with pea.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Worry overcame him. He never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to be that guy. He always made sure to protect you, always made sure to make sure that you were okay.

“No you didn’t daddy” you smiled, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips pressed to your forehead.

“I’m gonna run your bath and get you water okay” being with someone for so long helped you realize what they needed after certain things. For you water was number one. A bath always comes second due to the ties and your skin. Luckli silk helped you not get hurt, but it still could leave marks especially with how hard you pull to get away.

He came back and moved the blanket off you watching his release drip out of you. He picked you up placing you in the warm water, before slipping in behind you. You whimpered as you felt him lean you back against him, your hands touching the water and the little marks stinging. It was not a pain you didn’t like. It was nothing that Pea did, everything he did was perfect, but it always made him upset.

“Baby i’m”

“No… don’t apologize, I needed it, thankyou” He leaned down kissing your shoulder blade. You both sat in the water till it became colder. Your eyes began to get heavy. He stepped out watching you shiver from the cold air, as his body heat was removed from your skin. He helped you stand up legs still weak from the session. He grabbed your lotion and helped you over to the bed to lay you down and apply it to you.

“Wanna sleep”

“No baby, not yet or at least lay down so I can cover you in your lotion okay” You laid down, as his hands casted their way over your skin you began to fall asleep, him talking as you closed your eyes. The blanket soon made its way over you, his body coming to touch your back, “I love you” You felt a kiss to your head before you fell into a sweet darkness. Waking up the next day you were better than you had been a while. You thanked him with morning kisses, getting dressed and ready for the day as you both went to Pops for breakfast. He was your rock, your night, the light in the darkness you felt, and he’d always be there.

#sweet pea #sweet pea smut #sweet pea x reader #riverdale smut #sweet pea x reader smut #riverdale #riverdale story #riverdale x reader #riverdale x #riverdale x y/n #riverdale x you #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x #aftercare #aftercare smut #riverdale bingo

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komkommertijd · 4 years ago

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F1 2020 Grid as German rap songs

Since the 2020 season has come to an end, I thought it might be a good idea to finally share this thing that I’ve been working on since June. I have no idea as to why or how I had this idea, but I’m sure I’m not the first one to do this, anyway. I’m sorry to all my fellow Germans in advance <3

Disclaimer: I translated all of the lyrics myself so some things might not be completely accurate, for which I can only apologize. I do not agree with the way some rappers portray women, so I made sure to steer clear from those lyrics.

(post under the cut because it got kinda very long whoops)

Lewis - Vintage (RIN)

Oh Lord, wo soll das Ganze enden? Fahr' so schnell, ich wechsel' jede Woche Bremsen

[Oh Lord, where is this supposed to end? Driving so fast, I’m changing brakes every week]

It’s a song about being a champion, living a luxury life, nice clothes, and well...driving fast cars. Any more questions? Rin is one of my favorite German rap artists, so I just had to include his songs, and this one makes you feel like a real badass, just like our king Lewis 😌

Valtteri - In meinem Benz (AK Ausserkontrolle, Bonez MC)

Du siehst mich im Benz sitzen, so wie Lewis Hamilton

[You see me sitting in a Benz, just like Lewis Hamilton]

It’s kind of obvious why I chose that song, right? Other than that specific line there are some more parts about how much the rapper apparently loves his Mercedes and this song just screamed Valtteri to me.

Charles - NENENE (Fero47)

Sitze bald in roten Ferrari Geben Gas in der Hood Ruf' ich danach, "C'est la vie!"

[I’ll soon sit in a red Ferrari Rev up in my hood Shouting “C’est la vie!” afterward]

Ignoring the entire part about Monte Carlo and all the French words, this specific part just always reminds me of Charles when I listen to the song. More badass vibes but less seriously so because I can’t take Fero’s voice that serious at all, which fits Charles.

Sebastian - Ferrari (Eno, MERO)

Roter Ferrari Ich gebe Gas in einem Ferrari Roter Ferrari Yeah, ich sitze tief in einem Ferrari

[Red Ferrari I rev up in a red Ferrari Red Ferrari Yeah, I’m sitting deep inside a Ferrari]

There’s a part about “rolling with [a] bro in a white Mercedes” and my brain said Sewis rights. Other than that, this is once again a rather obvious choice, if not all that up to date anymore. Some lines about racing on the German highway, so of course I had to go for Sebastian with this one.

Max - Fame (Apache207)

Die Rapszene ist nur ein Affenzirkus In dem kleine Kinder gern mit Waffen hantieren Ich steh', wo ich steh', weil ich bin, wer ich bin Und nicht weil hier irgendjemand Apache platziert

[The rap scene is a madhouse Where little kids like to make use of guns I stand where I stand because I am who I am And not because someone places Apache]

This simply gives me Max vibes, I don’t have much more to say as an explanation. It just feels right, with criticism towards mentally “weaker” individuals and the confidence in making a name for oneself based on own achievements and hard work. Also, Apache has become a rather popular musician in the past year(s) (especially to obnoxious 5th graders, all tea no shade), which is just...Max, I won’t elaborate.

Alex - HONDA (Ansu)

Hold on, kommt was Schnell – Konter Dreamer, besonders – Willy Wonka Auto – Honda

[Hold on, there’s something coming Fast - Counterattack Dreamer, special - Willy Wonka Car - Honda]

I mean, it’s a song about a Honda driver? I struggled quite a bit with finding a song for Alex, but when I first listened to this song, my mind threw his name at me in blinking neon letters, so this is the vibe we’re going with - a funky fast Honda driver <3 (PS: I have no clue what the Willy Wonka thing is about but....why not)

Carlos - Habibi (Casar)

Sie schreibt: "Habibi", denn sie vermisst mich Ich fahre weit davon mit mein'n Hermanos

[She texts me “Habibi” because she misses me I drive far away with my hermanos]

I can only listen to the word “hermanos” so many times without my mind associating it with Carlos, so this one was a rather obvious choice for me as well. Also, there are some parts about Spain in this song so I had to be lame and do the obvious with this one.

Lando - 500 PS (Bonez MC, RAF Camora)

Ich drück' aufs Gas, hör' die 500 PS Fahren durch die Stadt, GTA Los Angeles

[I step on the gas, hear the 500 HP Cruising through the city, GTA Los Angeles]

This one’s a solid mainstream German rap song (not that I’d call Lando a mainstream person), liked to some extent by most people, and it gets you moving, which reminds me a lot of Lando. Cars and mentions of a video game make for a hit and Lando unites just that in person as well.

Daniel - Emotions 2.0 (Ufo361, Céline)

Baby, nimm einen Schluck Dom P. für die Emotions Ich erhöhe deine Dosis So viel Schmuck Mehr Drip als ein Ocean

[Baby take a sip Dom P for the emotions I’m increasing your dosage So much jewelry More drip than an ocean]

A bittersweet love song with rich boy summer vibes and one of my favorite German songs to be released this year, in fact, it’s my most listened to song on my phone, make for a combination that just screams Daniel to me. This song hits different when driving into the sunset in a fancy car or when biking through town at 1:30 am on three cans of Red Bull (believe me, I tried), and always reminds me of better times. It’s the ideal song to sing and rap along to, so that matches Daniel just fine.

Esteban - Einsneunzig (Brown-Eyes White Boy)

Bin fast einsneunzig, stell' mich auf die Bündel, das' ein Weltrekord Lass' die Zeit Revue passier'n, selbe Jungs und selber Ort

[I’m almost 1.90, stand on a wad of cash, that’s a world record Let’s recall the past, same guys and same place]

1.90 meters as a reference to Esteban’s height, obviously, simply made sense to me, once again. The second line reminds me of his feud with Pierre, so I had to choose this song. It’s better than Ratten im Hof (rats in the yard), and this reminds me of a wannabe gangster, which just screams Esteban to me, I’m sorry <3

Pierre - DAS RENNEN (RIN)

Ich hoff', eines Tages, wir gewinn'n das Rennen Wie bei Red Dead Redemption Irgendwann der Letzte wie Shanks Spinner Rims glänzen

[I hope one day we win the race Just like in Red Dead Redemption One day the last like Shanks Spinner rims are shining]

I know no one will believe this story but I started working on this post like half a year ago and I chose that song for Pierre back then and uhm, manifestation worked, I guess? Once again, I’m a big fan of Rin’s music, so choosing this song for Pierre is a bit like selfcare. The lyrics mention changing the world and well, so far Pierre has as least changed my world 😌

Daniil - One Night Stand (Capital Bra)

Ty moja ljubimaja Takaja diwnaja, krasiwaja-ja Sprawjedliwaja, njepobjedimaja Ty moja-ja, Baby, ty moja-ja

[You are my darling Such a wondeful, beauty Fair, invincible You’re mine baby, you’re mine]

I really hope I got that translation more or less right but other than that, I didn’t simply choose that song based on the Russian part. It’s a song we used to listen to a lot a few years ago and one of those from the days where Capital Bra was famous but less so than he is today. It reminds me of simpler times and it’s a pretty vibey song that, if you allow it to, draws you in and makes you dance. I have a soft spot for Daniil and the song reminds me a bit of him.

Lance - Bronx (Veysel)

Du musst doppelt zahlen, deshalb krieg' ich es umsonst Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, eine Villa irgendwo Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, ein paar Villen irgendwo

[You have to pay double that’s why I get it for free Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a mansion somewhere Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a few mansions somewhere]

This is a song that you have to listen to on high volume in a fast car, one that once again has really badass vibes. It’s nice to rap along to and hard not to move to. The rich boy vibes in the chorus that I’ve included in this post are pretty inevitable and logically, I had to associate that with Lance. When I turn this song on, everyone enjoys it, and I think Lance deserves to evoke that emotion in everyone as well.

Sergio - AVENTADOR (Dardan, Eno, Noah)

Roll' im Aventador Ich fahr' grad vor Gebe Gas, sag': "¡Adiós!"

[Roll in an Aventador I hit the road Step on the gas, say “¡Adiós!”]

I mean yeah, I could have chosen that song only because of the Adiós but that’s a bit lame even for me. Instead, the entire fast car vibe reminded me a lot of Checo. I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him and this year he once again showed people ([coughs] my brother) that he’s been severely underestimated. So stepping on the gas and outpacing everyone else felt like the right vibe.

Kimi - Sorry Not Sorry (Monet192, Takt32, badmómzjay)

Was du für Karriere machst, mach' ich als Hobby Was du für Probleme hast, interessiert keinen

[What you made your career, I do as a hobby What problems you have, no one cares]

The title itself embodies Kimi and so does the entire song. The not giving a shit vibe, paired with the mention of the hobby thing as an indirect reference to the famous Kimi quote about seeing his job more as a hobby, are just 100% Kimi. I really couldn’t have found a better song for him.

Antonio - Maserati (RAF Camora)

Capo dei capi Trip noch im Alfa, doch bald Maserati

[Capo dei capi Trip still in an Alfa but soon in a Maserati]

I did very much not choose the song because “capo dei capi” (the boss of bosses) is a mafia related thing, but because of the Alfa part, duh. Roadtrips in an Alfa along the Adriatic coast are cool and all but a Maserati is obviously the main goal, and that reminds me of Antonio quite a lot ~for some reason~. The entire part about making it far in life without a “serious” job is just very F1, so the vibes are there. Happy very belated birthday Toni <3

Romain - HOCH (CRO)

Alles holt dich down, lass es einfach los Und die Dinge unter dir sind gar nicht mehr so groß Ich schau' nach oben und auf einmal geht's hoch

[Everything drags you down, just let it go And the things below you are not as big anymore I look up and suddenly it goes upwards]

This song is just very peaceful and calms my mind when I listen to it, which radiates the same comforting vibe as Romain. The topic of rising despite things dragging you down are a very prominent topic here and reminded me a lot of him, especially with him leaving Haas and everything around that. It just feels nice to listen to a bit of an uplifting song once in a while, and this one does it in a way that still allows you to feel calm and safe, which is something I associate with Romain a lot.

Kevin - Vorbei (Nico Rosseburg, Sierra Kidd)

Sag mir bitte, wie passe ich die Zeit? Der Augenblick war schön, doch es ist vorbei

[Please tell me, how do I pass the time? The moment was nice but now it’s over]

With Kevin leaving F1, I had to go for this song for him. It’s a bit more of a sad topic (so am I with the knowledge of him not being there next year) but without making the entire thing sound melancholic. I only really learned to appreciate Kevin this year and I’ll miss having him around, so this song kind of fits that idea for me.

George - 20 Zoll MAE (Celo&Abdi, Bonez MC)

Ich fahr' mit Schrittgeschwindigkeit, so wie ein Don Hättest gerne meine Felgen, aber wirst sie nicht bekommen

[I drive at walking pace like a Don You’d like to have my rims but won’t get them]

Making this solely about driving at walking pace would be a bit mean but there’s a part in the song soon after about looking beautiful in a Mercedes, so that’s pretty much George. The song just carries that fun vibe and the subtle (not really) flex, which makes it great to listen to if you want to get in a happier mood. It’s a song about Mercedes rims, of course I had to choose George 😔

Nicholas - Standard (KitschKrieg, SFR, Trettmann, Gzuz, Gringo, Ufo361)

Treff' mich in Miami, fliege nur noch First-Class Nur noch unterwegs, kriege Heimweh

[Meet me in Miami, only flying first class anymore Only on the road anymore, getting homesick]

More ~rich boy vibes~ and a song that has been playing what feels like 24/7 on MTV Germany the last two years. It got so bad that some people around me still reply in the trademark Gzuz voice when someone uses the word “standard”. Anyway, I associate this song with Nicholas because just like KitschKrieg did with their first “own” song, Nicholas has joined the game and left an impression on everyone, in one way or another, and I’m willing to see/hear more of that :)

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muwur · 4 years ago

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

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Just Between Us - Part 1

MASTERLIST

(hello this is the story from the ask i was sent!!! im actually really excited bc ANGST ANGST and ANGST sksks this is just the first part and im excited for the second cuz i have so much planned. its not gonna be a slow burn i promise lmao i hope u all like this ily ALSO i DO NOT condone cheating whatsoever idc, im only writing about it for the sole purpose of the story idea that was given to me)

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“What do you mean you’re going on tour?”

Your best friend Freddie was sat in front of you at a small cafe he invited you to. The biggest smile ever filled his face as explains to you that his band, Queen, was taking off and fast too. He leans in closer and his eyes are wide with excitement.

“I mean exactly just that! Our management got a tour set for us! We’re going everywhere I always dreamed of going to, which is why I’m inviting, no, demanding you to come with us.”

Your eyes open wide as you laugh at his silly statement. You suddenly realize that he’s not joking and you stop. You shake your head and lean forward as well.

“Fred,” you start. “I can’t drop everything and leave. Besides, you have Mary. She should be the one going.”

“She can’t go. I was going to ask the both of you, because you’re the only person that can keep my feet on the ground. If you don’t go, I might actually go mad.”

He looks almost scared as he speaks to you. It breaks your heart knowing that you’re the only source of realism for this man. The way he clings to you as if you’re the very air he breathes. He needed comfort and you, his bestest friend in the whole world, were exactly just that. Like a security blanket he can hold onto when he gets scared. He watches you and looks down at his intertwined hands that are sat on the table. You think for a moment before slowly reaching forward and placing yours on top of his. He looks up fast as a gleam of hope washes over him. You softly smile at him.

“You better get ready to support me when I tell my job I’m leaving.”

Freddie’s once anxious look turns into another huge grin as he nods his head fast and stands up quickly, scooting his chair back. You stand as well as he rushes around the table and engulfs you into a tight hug.

“You’re my best friend. I’ll give you everything your heart desires.”

He pulls away as the two of you look at each other. You bring your hand up and stroke his cheek as he leans into it.

“And you’re my best friend, which is why I’m giving up literally everything for you.” you half tease, causing him to giggle.

“I promise you won’t regret this.” he whispers.

You smile and cup his face gently with both of your hands.

“I know.”

But sometimes promises just couldn’t be kept.

***

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stir around in your bed, now being awaken from a deep sleep you were enjoying. Today was the day the band would set off for their very first world tour. You had spent the last few weeks preparing yourself for the long adventure ahead. Mary had helped you pack four suitcases full of clothes and items you would need for the months ahead. And, of course, Freddie helped pay for all of it. When he makes a promise to you, he always keeps it. Or at least tries to.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You roll over to your side and finally open up your eyes. That was most definitely knocking at your front door. You glance over at your bedside clock and squint your blurry eyes to make out 5:23 AM. You exhale and rub your eyes with your hands, trying to get rid of this fogginess in your head. Your nerves were insane at the moment too. Yeah, you were traveling with your best friend whom you’ve known since you were 5, but you were also traveling with a band who you have still have yet to meet. Ever since Fred joined this band, he’s been so busy with recording and writing new material. You’ve been so busy with your job as a receptionist and trying to make your failed relationship work, which wasn’t going well. You were terrible with goodbyes, so your soon to be ex would be greeted with a harsh slap in the face when he realizes you’ve left for a different country with another man. Men. Four men to be precise. You were eager to meet them and make a good impression.

“They’ll love you just like I do. They’ll see exactly what I see.” says Fred, helping you pack away some clothes.

“Fred, you make it sound like I’m something special.” you laugh as you tease.

He stops packing and looks up to you fast, his smile falling from his face as he suddenly gets serious. You pause as well and look to him.

“Because you are something special, y/n. Don’t you dare ever think less.”

You sleepily smile to yourself as you remember that conversation when suddenly another loud knock is at your door. You had completely forgotten about it and jump up from bed. You scurry around your dark room and try to find your robe. You eventually find it and slip it on, tying the string around your waist. You rush out of your room and attempt to fix your bed head.

“Who is it?” you yell out.

“It’s the one and only, darling! Now will you open the door, please?”

You smile to yourself as you turn the lock and open the door wide open. You freeze in your tracks and your eyes open wide. You were thinking you’d be greeted by one man at your door, not four. They all stare you up and down as they smile. Fred looks quite pleased with himself as he makes his way into your tiny apartment. Your tiny apartment that was not visitor friendly. You had been so busy with getting ready for the trip, you sort of put aside your clean up duties. As Fred walks inside, you move over allowing the others to follow behind him. Curly one, quiet one and blonde one, you think to yourself as they walk by. The blonde one glances over to you and smirks, causing you to look away fast and search for Fred.

“Freddie, it’s five in the morning. Why in bloody hell are you raiding my apartment?” you ask, walking up to him.

He’s just emerged from your kitchen holding a few glasses and a champagne bottle. He holds them up and smiles.

“Today’s the day we leave for the tour. Celebrating needs to start as early as possible!” he exclaims.

“I’m so sorry for intruding.” says the curly haired one.

“Yes, we tried to tell him not to bother you, but you know Fred…” says the quiet one.

You softly smile to them as the curly haired one holds out his hand for you to take.

“I’m Brian by the way. Nice to meet you.” he says sweetly.

You shake his hand and blush.

“And this is John,” he says as John holds his hand out for you. “And this is-”

“Roger.” says the blonde one walking up to you.

He holds his hand out as well and you take it. You can feel the hard calluses on his hands and instantly recognize him as the drummer.

“Nice to meet you.” you say, your eyes never leaving his.

You realize you were staring as you suddenly pull your hand back and look to the others.

“Nice to finally meet all of you.” you say fast.

Freddie walks up to you and hands you a glass of champagne as he sips on his.

“Fred,” you start. “I don’t think I should be drinking at almost six in the morning.”

He laughs and chugs the rest of his drink down fast.

“Darling, we’re rockstars now. This is a glimpse of your new life.”

All of the boys shake their heads and laugh as you smile at him. Roger walks up to you and looks around.

“Where’s your loo?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s in my bedroom on the right. Door should be open.”

He smiles and winks to you as he makes his way to it. Your stomach flips as you turn back to Fred.

“Alright, rockstar, at least let me change before you get me drunk before noon.” you tease as you walk to your bedroom and straight to a suitcase.

You unzip it and pull out the outfit you had planned for that day. You place it on your bed and turn around to grab some undergarments as your bathroom door opens up. Roger walks out and spots you, your back facing him. He smiles and watches you for a moment before speaking.

“So, you’re going on tour with us, huh?” he asks, making you jump and spin around.

You had almost forgotten he was in the bathroom. You nervously smile and nod.

“Freddie has a way of making me do what he wants.” you jokingly say.

Roger lifts a brow and laughs as he watches you grab your clothes from the bed.

“Lucky man.” he says before exiting your room.

You’re stood there by yourself as you stare at your door speechless. You come back to reality as you walk to your bathroom and take a quick shower and change. You finish getting around as you pack up the rest of your essentials that you will need for tomorrow. You place them in your luggage and walk back in the living room. Brian and John are sat on your tiny couch as Fred and Rog are stood by your kitchen counter, sipping on their drinks. They all go quiet as you walk out and you can feel your cheeks heat up. You walk up to Fred and take the glass from his hand and quickly chug it down. All of their faces turn into a mixture of shocked and impressed.

“Now she’s getting with it!” shouts Fred, making you laugh.

“If I’m gonna be stuck with you for months, I think I’ll need it.” you say winking at him.

“Smart girl.” calls out Brian.

Fred rolls his eyes then claps his hands together loudly, causing you all to jump.

“Well, we should get going.” he states as he walks in the living room.

“I thought we didn’t fly out until noon?” you ask, confused.

“Plans might’ve changed.” he says, spinning to face you. “The boys will help carry your bags to the van. Right?” he asks, looking at all of them.

They all nod and murmur yes as they stand up and look at you. You smile to them and show them all of the luggage you were taking. They oblige and begin rolling them out to the van.

“Are you ready?” asks Fred with a smile plastered to his face.

You take in a deep breath and smile back.

“As much as I can be.”

***

“Fred.” you say sternly.

You’re standing in front of the tiniest airplane you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s thin and short and you didn’t trust it one bit.

“I thought we were taking a regular plane.” you say, looking at him.

“This is a plane, darling. A jet actually.”

“A death machine.” states Roger, walking past you two and up the stairs of the jet.

“I hate flying, let alone on a plane this small.” you whine.

“Well like I said, we’re rock-”

“Rockstars. I get it.” you say, finishing his sentence.

He smiles to you and begins walking towards the plane. You follow behind him as you walk up the stairs and enter inside. It was tiny. A lady dressed in a white dress and her hair pinned up greets you with a warm smile.

“Would you like me to take your coat?�� she asks sweetly.

You smile and thank her as you shrug it off and she takes it. You look around and watch as all of the boys admire the features of the inside. They go through the mini bar and mess around with everything they could touch. You shakily make your way to a two person seat and look out the window. A man who you assume is the pilot walks out of the cockpit and smiles to you all.

“Are we all ready?” he asks.

Suddenly, you hear a shout and look towards the opening of the plane. A man rushes up the steps all out of breath and holds up a hand.

“Sorry I’m late. Nobody bothered to tell me about the time change.” he says, looking at Fred.

Freddie just smiles and walks up to you.

“Y/n, this is our lawyer Miami. Miami, this is the most amazing human I know, y/n.”

You blush at his compliment as Miami reaches his hand out for you to shake.

“Miami?” you ask, confused at such an odd name.

He playfully rolls his eyes which makes the boys all laugh.

“Don’t ask.” he murmurs.

Everyone takes their seats as someone sits beside you. You turn thinking it would be Fred, but it’s not. It’s Roger. You’re a bit surprised as you turn around to spot Fred watching you. He shrugs confused as he sits next to John. Roger smiles to you and you return one. You look forward and make sure your seat belt is buckled. The intercom pops on and the pilot speaks.

“Our flight is about to take off, so please make sure you’re seated and buckled in just like how the stewardess showed you. Our destination from London to Tokyo, Japan will be approximately eleven hours and forty minutes. I’ll let you all know when it’s safe to unbuckle and roam around. Have a good flight.”

You look to Roger quickly and your face falls.

“Japan!?” you ask.

He doesn’t know what to say to that. You look behind at Fred as he notices your nervous expression.

“Japan!?” you ask again even louder.

He awkwardly smiles and raises his shoulders a bit.

“Surprise?”

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j4nn4s · 5 years ago

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rules:

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i was tagged by @isakvdhflorenzi, ty miss lorena <3 1. Is the social media presence of the characters important to how you view the quality of the remake/show?

hm well skam nl is my favorite and their social media game is trash LMAOOO so generally No but i do feel like remakes who DO have such a good presence kind of elevate the show and i think it’s pretty heartwarmin to see some remakes go sm farther than skam with social media and puttin out educational and IN CHARA resources like skames does this so well and i feel like in that way, the team is really really spreadin skam’s spirit via these resources (like joana’s billion bpd awareness ig accounts and lucas rubio’s yt channel)

2. Least favourite clip of the show? Why?

tbh there are definitely some duds but probably one of the clips with sana gettin herself into a hole in s4 just bc some were hard to watch cus cringey or yikes .... idk i cant think of others LMAO

3. Which character did you feel the most connected to and why?

ijeoiqjiwoij even tho even is my all time fave skam chara, i have to say isak for all of these reasons

4. Your least favourite part of every season?

season 1 - tbh even though i really enjoyed this season, it does take a while for it to build up like i rmr at first not being that interested until ep6 maybe ?? which is hard when you’re trying to get your friends to watch but they have to wait until ep6 before shit starts RLLY buildin up and gettin wild

season 2 - hm ig noora chasin after william ??

season 3 - bro NOTHINGGG call me a purist but its such a refined masterpiece like the pacing is good the characterization is so good ugh i deadass cant think of anythin

season 4 - i always felt a little ??? w noora being sana’s bff ig bc from s1-s3 it didn’t Feel like they were that close like even in noora’s pov, sana wasn’t really a part of it that much ?? like eva was more of noora’s bff ?? so i feel like it would have made more sense if maybe sana spoke more with chris or vilde bc sana and vilde eventually seemed to get closer esp with kosegruppa and chris has always been by sana’s side ?? idk that always confused me

5. What is your opinion on the cast’s participation on social media? Do you prefer it when the cast aren’t that involved like the Skam cast, or do you like a lot of content like the Fr cast do?

tbh i don’t care much abt the casts LMAOOO if anythin it kind of brings more harm as seen with the harassment axel and maxence get and also can bring more controversy like with irene (which honestly is p sad considerin how much i love skames bc now i feel super :/ watchin it like she shouldve just had private accts at this point)

6. Favourite song you found from Skam or the remakes?

OMFGGG love this question .... def doorman by slowthai and mura masa bc its one of my fave songs now and i got it from skam nl <3 ugh taste

7. If you could decide which characters from Skam got a season, who would you choose?

OOOHHH ugh torn bc i like isak’s pov but also i want even’s so might have to forfeit isak season for even season ....... hm so probs vilde, sana, even, noora (maybe not w william tho) and honestly maybe jonas too ??

8. Are there any moments that you liked in the show that everyone else seems to hate?

IJXDWQOIJJ yes .... remakes-wise, people hate skam nl s2’s last half but i enjoyed it for the most part ... i think the pacing was off for the last ep but personally, clip 50 made up for it and is p god tier imo ..... and also don’t think the first half of ep10 is enough to discredit the entire season bc i rlly loved seeing liv’s pov and have sm fave moments from the season

but skam wise, omg might get a lil controversial w this one IM SORRY !!! im bein honest and its Just my opinion ok

personally s2 got me more invested than s1 and i don’t think its a super bad season like i didnt really say many problems wrong with it until i got on tumblr wiejioqjoiqjq i was sort of interested in the questions that the noora/william dynamic brought up which is, as expressed in william’s war speech to noora, that nothing is ever black/white which i feel was a huge message and feeds into the ‘you never know what ppl are going through’ theme of the season ... like i like the idea of someone like noora, who can have a black/white mentality (as seen in the first clip of s2 when she tells vilde that they can’t have the tannin company as their sponsor bc they objectify women or smth but misses the context and what it could mean for the bus monetarily bc shes caught up in bein ‘woke’) having to break out of that and see more than one side ... and i think remakes like skam austin expanded on this idea well like when zoya was like ‘must be so nice being right all the time’ which i Do feel like is an important for youth to know today .... bc i think its so easy to get caught up in the idea of being so objectively right and morally superior that people lose sight of the more nuanced characteristics to life ... (omg long ramble BUT)

also LMAOOOOO this one might be more controversial as it pertains to bench scene s4 ok oops again doNT GOTTA AGREE !! ........ but i feel like the scene had a lot of good intentions ... i was def kind of cringing a bit tho bc i understand the subject’s sensitivity and how these topics are hard to talk about but i genuinely feel like they both made Some points and should listen to each other .... like as Hard and as maybe ‘unwoke’ it is to admit, unfortunately you sort of do have to answer the tough questions bc that way we learn from each other .... and i perfectly understand why some ppl wouldn’t want to do this and i certainly am tired abt havin to answer shit abt my sexuality or stupid male questions abt women but if u dont answer them, people do go lookin for answers still and the internet is such a shitty place that its pretty easy (esp with youtube’s algorithm) to lead you to ignorant ppl and perhaps radicalization .... questions help us to better understand our community and sometimes they can have good intentions too but we have to ask and answer them or else people will make up answers (which ive literally seen and its honestly worse to see fake as shit and UNINFORMED answers bc ppl did not want to ask you or ppl of ur identity, esp when they’re already startin from a place of hate .... but i rather have ppl ask me patronizing questions than have them spread false info bc that can do much more harm in the long run) however i DO think that isak should also consider sana’s side and i sort of wish we saw him conceding more bc they both have smth to learn from one another, like sana shouldn’t just be learnin from isak, isak needs to learn from sana too

PHEW SORRY QWIOJQWIO girl i just got opinions on some things this is when my desc rlly comes in handy .... oqjdwqioj

9. What did you learn from the show?

omg honestly too much to write here tbh ..... but if it says anythin im (very slowly) in the works of a three part skam essay about basically how skam teaches us to be better humans and how to better treat the people we care about diowjqioj essentially the three biggest themes of the show: you never know what someone is going through so always be kind, always communicate with your friends, and no person is ever alone and i feel like these are definitely rlly good messages to live by (also livet er nå BITCH !!!)

10. What is your favourite headcanon about your favourite characters?

omg tbh i could not tell u at all how the skam charas are doing except i hope even is okay thats all im thinkin of ok .... OIWXIOJX omg remakes wise tho ..... honestly im so bad at this girl IDK !!!!! LMAO i have to really think i have a bit of vdh and dutch even but thats bc we know like Zero abt them so its easier oijwiojqio idk liv and noah bein cute as shit ..... OH WAIT personally i feel like janna got a bunch of pansexual energy so my BIGGG hc is that she’s pan also bc she’s one of my all time fave charas and my fkn url so itd be dope if she was pan ok boom

11. What is your opinion on fanfiction in the fandom?

tbh i don’t read skam fanfiction but i don’t mind reading some from the remakes (tho still its rare) ... eiojeioqw i just don’t trust anyone but julie to write skam charas bc i think that’s how precious the show is to me LMAO like idk everything ive seen of skam fanfiction and ficlets and one shots, i could never get into bc the tone is just so out of character or there will be lines that just take me out of the fic bc im like this !!!! is not !!! how the chara acts !!!! so yeah idk not rlly a fan bc of my purist ass but i dont mind others reading it

Questions:

1. Favorite quote of the show?

2. Which country would you like to see have the next remake? Do you have any headcanons?

3. Which season would you rewrite and how would you rewrite it?

4. What clips do you personally like or don’t mind, but others hate?

5. Which songs do you think SKAM or the remakes should have included? For which moments?

6. Who would you give SKAM season five to and what topics and themes would it cover?

7. What moment spoke to you or touched you from SKAM the most?

8. How did you find SKAM? How did you feel about it right after watching?

9. Have you shared SKAM with any friends in real life? What did they think of it?

10. Of the remakes, which characters are your favorite of their SKAM counterparts? (Ex. who is the best Vilde remake? Eva? etc.)

11. How do you feel about the SKAM (and remakes) tumblr fandom?

I tag: @smileykeijser @whatadaze @queenofpurgatoryx @itlukey @skamyeets @shaykeijser @megeliz01 @isakcijser @wackpainterkid @axelauriantblot @kar-d-momme

(omg ik some of yall have been tagged so just ignore if u dont want to do it ok im srry it was in the RULES!)

#long post #skam opinions #tag meme

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wing--it · 6 years ago

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Brighter - Chapter 16

hey so who remembers brighter??

its my angsty victuuri fic that i started aaaages ago and i know its been 84 years since i updated it but here we are again! full fic is on ao3 here ♡

basically im just posting a 1k snippet of the new chapter here just to see what the vibe is and if people actually remember what the heck this story is even about lmao anyway enjoy and if you could leave a bit of feedback that would really help me a lot!! ♡

(Read the previous chapter here)

After the events of last week and the breakthrough with Victor, Yuuri is finally starting to feel positive again. Whilst Victor and he still aren’t back to the way things were at the start of their relationship, they are growing more and more comfortable with each other every day and the dense cloud of tension that has been hovering over them for so long is finally beginning to dissipate. Sure, there hasn’t exactly been any more deep conversations or emotional revelations since Victor’s admittance to feeling old, but Yuuri knows that they’re at least heading in the right direction now.

Unfortunately, Victor’s improved mood and perkiness has come with a price. Yuuri is glad that a weight has been lifted off his fiance’s shoulders now that he’s accepted that this is his final season, but Victor’s whole ‘going out with a bang’ thing is giving Yuuri more anxiety than a mother hen fretting over her chicks.

It’s early morning at the rink on Wednesday and everyone is raring to go, Victor already out on the ice as he warms up and laughs delightedly at something Mila says.

“Fuck!” Yurio snaps from somewhere beside Yuuri, clumsily dashing over to the rink barrier in his skates whilst tying up his hair at the same time. “If Victor lands a quad axel before I even nail my Lutz, I’ll hack off his hair with his own dumb skate!”

Yuuri sighs as he watches Yurio join Victor on the ice, the two of them far too competitive against each other for their own good.

Yes, Victor’s big finale for his career is to be the first person in history to land a quad axel during a competition. Yuuri had immediately tried to discourage him, lecturing him of the strain that such a huge jump could put on his body, but Victor had simply tapped Yuuri’s nose and reminded him that ‘no one ever created a world record by playing it safe, Yuuri!’

Yuuri doesn’t begin his practice just yet, going to stand beside Yakov as they both watch Victor gearing up for his first attempt of the day.

“I still can’t believe you’re letting him do this,” Yuuri sighs quietly to Yakov.

Yakov is holding a video camera, filming all of Victor’s attempts to show the world if Victor does manage to land the jump. He mutters, “Katsuki, if I was ever in control of anything Vitya did, I’ve have far lower blood pressure and a better head of hair.”

Yuuri raises an eyebrow. “Fair point.”

They both stand quietly as they watch Victor launch himself into the jump, both wincing when Victor falls and lands right on his hip. Victor screws up his face but seems to brush the fall off quite quickly, pulling himself up and shooting a brilliant smile at the two of them.

“Close, right?” Victor calls, skating in elegant loops. “How many was that?”

“Still four,” Yakov replies gruffly.

Yuuri chews his lip. The quad axel is notoriously difficult because unlike the other quad jumps, it requires four and a half rotations to complete it. Many skating enthusiasts say the jump is impossible, but then again, twenty years ago nobody thought any quad jump was possible.

Yuuri can’t deny that he’s curious to find out whether everyone is right about the quad axel or not. He only wishes it wasn’t his own fiance throwing himself around on the ice and risking his well-being trying to prove it.

“Four’s good!” Victor smiles, extra perky today. He beams at Yuuri. “It’s good, right, Yuuri?”

“Four’s better when you don’t land on your ass,” Yakov retorts. “A few more, then break.”

Despite Yakov supporting Victor in his attempts, he’s being much stricter about Victor not overworking himself. Whilst the prospect of setting a new world record is exciting, it’s not worth Victor hurting himself and putting himself out of the Grand Prix altogether. Yakov is still trying to decide if the jump is even going to be a doable part of Victor’s program at all, not wanting to damage Victor’s score if he fails to land it during the Final.

To take his mind off Victor’s safety, Yuuri steps out onto the ice and begins his own warm up. The first half of the morning passes by rather pleasantly, the main sounds on the ice being Yurio and Victor squabbling and teasing each other like a pair of siblings. Victor still hasn’t landed his axel but he hasn’t spectacularly injured himself either, which is a win in Yuuri’s eyes.

Victor skates over to Yuuri whilst Yuuri is at the barrier having a water break, breathing heavily but looking radiant as he wipes his forehead. “Your layback spin is beautiful today, Yuuri.”

Yuuri’s cheeks tinge pink under the compliment, lips tilting up at the corners. “Thank you. You look good as well, I’m glad to see you still in one piece.”

Victor laughs, and Yuuri’s stomach does a little flip. Victor goes on, “So I’ve checked us in online for our flights to Osaka on Saturday. We’ll arrive at eleven thirty in the morning, should give us plenty of time to get settled before NHK.”

Yuuri swallows quietly, already well aware of his second qualifier which is rapidly approaching. He chews the mouthpiece of his water bottle, mumbling, “‘Kay.”

Victor gives him a soft smile, touching Yuuri’s arm. “You have such beautiful programs to share with everyone, it’s exciting. And Phichit and your family will be there this time to cheer you on too.”

“Yeah,” Yuuri nods, relieved by the thought. Phichit is also competing in the NHK Trophy this weekend, and Mari and Minako are travelling in to support Yuuri from the stands. Despite his anxieties over medalling, he’s looking forward to seeing everyone again. “I just… need to stay focused.”

Victor smiles in response, looking like he’s thinking for a moment before taking a small breath and murmuring, “Love, if you do start feeling nervous, at any point this week, then I’m here. I’m here, and I’m listening.”

Yuuri looks up into Victor’s earnest eyes, heart stuttering at the gentle words. He finds himself edging closer to Victor, resting a hand on Victor’s chest and privately marvelling at the feeling of the steady, reassuring breathing beneath his palm.

“I know you are. Thank you,” Yuuri whispers. He leans in a little more, Victor meeting him halfway as they share a tender kiss. Yuuri releases a small, shuddering breath as he pulls away, slowly opening his eyes again. “And maybe… we could share a room this weekend?”

Victor eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating as he nods. “I’d like that.”

Yuuri smiles, blush returning as he looks down at the ice. “Great.”

#thank you to everyone who has supported the story so far!! i hope there are still some people interested lmao #yuri on ice #yoi #victuuri #victuuri fic #im a little nervous to post bc its been so long since i published something ive written #i am a busy bee in life rn but i'd love to get brighter finished so we'll see how things go #wish me luck guys #♡#brighter #writing #long post

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2jaepg · 6 years ago

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...butthead

request by @straybubs: seungmin and jisung friends to lover kinda thing?

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Word Count: 2.7k Notes: this is three whole months late and i apologize for that! but here it finally is~ i hope you enjoy~ read it on ao3 here Summary: seungmin's brother wants an xbox, seungmin just wants to play DDR, and jisung just wants to be annoying can be considered a prequel to spiegel im spiegel

“Seungmin! Come on,” Seungcheol whines. “Hurry up, we’re going to be late to the arcade!”

“Stop whining at me,” Seungmin complains, taking his sweet time tying double knots on his shoelaces. “Aren’t you supposed to be the older one?”

Seungcheol doesn’t bother to respond with more than some aggressive foot tapping and a glare thrown Seungmin’s way.

“Whatever. It’s not like anybody’s waiting for you at the arcade. I’m ready now,” Seungmin finishes, straightening up and grabbing his bag.

Seungcheol scoffs, “Actually, my friends are waiting. And show some respect, I’m your hyung.”

Seungmin follows his brother out, mumbling curses under his breath as he struggles to right his bike before finally kicking it in rage. When Seungcheol only rolls his eyes and starts to bike off, Seungmin panics for a moment, shouting, “Hyung! Wait!” as he clambers on quickly, suffering a small scrape to his knee.

He bikes furiously to catch up and is fuming the entire way to the arcade. When they get there, Seungmin just shoves his bike off to the side before storming in, and Seungcheol has to lock it up on his behalf with a roll of his eyes. “Kids these days,” he mutters, as if he himself isn’t also a child.

Inside, Seungcheol just nods to Seungmin quickly before they run off, Seungmin over to the DDR section and Seungcheol off to shoot some monsters or aliens or something.

Over by the DDR machine, there’s a small group of older kids playing around on the highest difficulty level, missing all of the steps. Seungmin watches them with amusement and the tiniest bit of haughty pride, knowing that he’s much, much better considering all of his hours of practice while waiting for Seungcheol to finish up his games.

The kids finish up, and Seungmin is just about to go up to slot a few coins into the slot when suddenly some other kid his age runs up and takes his spot.

“What the heck?” Seungmin says, shoving the kid aside. “I was clearly in line.”

“What’s your problem?” the kid asks, shoving Seungmin back. “I got the coins in first, butthead. Not my fault you’re slow.”

Seungmin huffs, even angrier now. “Really? You’re going to call me a butthead?”

“Yeah,” the kid says. “Because you are. Butthead.”

Seungmin opens his mouth to retaliates, then sighs and shakes his head. He will be the bigger man, and he graciously steps aside to wait his turn again as the kid snickers at him, turning back to the machine to pick a song.

Seungmin watches him pick out a song and snickers to himself as the kid chooses the most difficult song at the expert level. He knows there’s no way the kids going to get more than twenty seconds through the song before failing out from past experience, but then he watches the determination course through his body, he watches the tight grip he has on the back bars, he realizes he’s watching a real professional. Or, at least as professional as a seven-year-old kid in an arcade can get.

Seungmin watches with wide eyes and a mouth ready to catch flies, eyes barely able to keep up with how fast the kid moves on the machine. Before he knows it, the song is over and the kid is flouncing in front of Seungmin, victorious with his A+ score.

“Hah! You see? I bet you couldn’t beat that, butthead,” the kid says, and Seungmin snaps his mouth shut.

“Whatever, you’re like, six,” Seungmin mutters.

“I’m not! I’m nine years old thanks a lot, butthead.”

“What?” Seungmin says, shocked. The kid is way too short to be a nine year old. He only comes up to Seungmin’s ears, maybe. And Seungmin is short for nine years old, even though he’d never admit it, which means that this kid has to be like, five or something. And so he tells him so, “You’re not nine, I’m nine!”

“You know more than one person can be nine, idiot,” the kid says. “Now I’m playing again,” he turns back to the machine, hand hovering to slot in another coin when Seungmin jumps forward.

“No, it’s my turn!” Seungmin says, shoving the kid aside. He thrusts his token in, but that doesn’t stop the other bully from shoving him back and pushing a random button on the screen. “What? Hey, I hate that song!”

“Too bad, loser, guess you have to dance it now. Unless you want to let me dance?” the kid says, blinking sweetly at Seungmin. Oh, how Seungmin wishes he could punch that smile off of his face.

“No. My token, my dance.” With a strength and determination that he’s only seen on his brother’s face when challenged to eat five foot long hot dogs in one sitting, he steps up to the board. Time passes in a blur as his feet move all over the pad and finally, he finishes, fist pumped up in the air as he celebrates. “Take that!”

“Oh nice moves,” the kid holds out his hand, ready for a high five.

“Oh, um, sure. Thanks,” Seungmin says, reaching to grab the kid’s hand when suddenly he swerves and dabs instead.

“Haha sike! See you next time, loser!” he yells, running off to his mom.

“My name’s not loser! It’s Seungmin, dumb butt!” Seungmin calls. He would stomp his foot, too, but he’s broken out of that habit after Seungcheol made fun of him telling him he looked like a bratty girl.

“And I’m Jisung, loser,” the kid, Jisung, shouts, turning around one last time to stick out his tongue at Seungmin before disappearing between the machines of the arcade.

Seungmin shakes his head, trotting off to blow his tickets on the rigged claw machine. He gets two rubber duckies, and names one Jisung.

—

Somehow, over the course of the month that Seungcheol spends forcing Seungmin to follow him along in his pursuits to win an Xbox by gathering all 200,000 tickets necessary to trade, Seungmin finds himself becoming friends with Jisung. Or well, as close as two boys who still only call each other dumb butt and loser can get, he supposes.

They still try to outscore each other on the DDR machine, until a parent waiting in line behind them yells at them to stop hogging it so that their spoiled prissy child gets a chance, after which they run to the claw machine and try to push it over. Once they get in trouble for that, too, Jisung’s mom comes over and buys them both some popsicles so that they’ll sit down and stop causing headaches all over.

“Thank you, Mrs. Han,” Seungmin smiles, all sweetness and smiles whenever a parent walks by.

When Jisung rolls his eyes and mutters, “Ew, you’re so fake,” he earns himself a hard scuff on the back of his neck as his mother smiles down at Seungmin.

“Jisung, you really should learn some manners from your new friend here. I’m taking away that popsicle until you say thank you,” she scolds, all while cooing at Seungmin as he smiles, teeth stained red from the cherry flavoring.

“Thanks, mom,” Jisung mutters before grabbing Seungmin’s hand to run back off into the arcade. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Okay,” Seungmin says, toddling off after him. “Bye Mrs. Han!”

Seungmin is content, to say the least.

—

Another month passes, and Seungcheol stops coming to the arcade so that he can stay home and play on his XBox. On a random afternoon when he’s feeling kind of nice, and also decides that maybe he can win some more games with tickets, he takes Seungmin back to the arcade.

There, standing at the DDR machine, as usual, is Jisung.

“Hey, butthead!” Seungmin shouts, running up to the kid. “You’re taller, no way!”

“Shut up, where have you been, loser?” Jisung says punching Seungmin in the shoulder. It hurts a bit more than he expected.

“My brother is too old for arcade games now apparently. Sounds like a loser to me, sitting at home all day. He hasn’t got any friends, though, so we should be sorry for him,” Seungmin says, all the while looking around to make sure that Seungcheol actually isn’t around to hear him.

“Oh. But then what do you do then,” Jisung asks as they make their way over to the skeeball machines.

“I usually just read, and, uh, sing,” Seungmin says. There’s a pause, and Seungmin kind of wishes he hadn’t said it. “It’s like, whatever. My brother says it’s a sissy thing, I just get bored sometimes, my mom used to sing before she got busy with work so like—“

“Hey, that’s so cool!” Jisung cuts him off. They tend to do that, cutting into each other’s conversations mercilessly, just as they push each other off the DDR mat or punch the machine to throw off the pinball. Seungmin likes to think that it’s kind of their thing.

“Really?” Seungmin asks. “I’ve actually never told anybody before but, I think I want to be a singer.”

Jisung nodes enthusiastically, completely missing the holes as the ball ricochets off the side of the machine and comes bouncing back to them. “Our family actually owns the karaoke place down the block, do you wanna go sometime? My sister literally spends all her time there, she thinks she’s going to be a singer but she’s really, really bad, I’m sure you’re a lot better— Woah!” Jisung ducks down as Seungmin’s toss goes a little too far to the left and directly into Seungmin’s side.

“Wait, really?” Seungmin says, no longer concerned about the scores flickering on the screen.

“Yeah, so long as you don’t kill me first,” Jisung answers. “Now hand me my ball, I still have three shots left. Also, you can pay me with all the tickets you earn today.”

—

Jisung’s mom makes Jisung give back Seungmin’s tickets because the karaoke rooms are open to Jisung’s friends for free. Jisung pouts but gets over it pretty quickly as he punches in some rap song with way too many expletives to be appropriate for their age.

As he mumbles rap lyrics that go by too fast for him to repeat properly, Seungmin laughs and claps along to the beat. As the song finishes, Jisung runs over and throws the mic at Seungmin’s face.

“Ow! You almost hit me, loser!”

“Whatever,” Jisung says, pulling over the book. “Pick a song, it’s your turn. And don’t sing Taylor Swift or I’m telling my mom to kick you out.”

“Okay, I wouldn’t have anyway,” Seungmin mutters, punching in some numbers. (He actually would have, but he doesn’t want to risk it quite yet.)

As he sings, he closes his eyes and sways along to the beat, humming with the instrumentals between verses. Once the song finishes, there’s a long silence, and he’s almost afraid to open his eyes and see Jisung’s reaction.

He opens one eye at time, slowly, and looks up to see Jisung seated on the couch still, mouth hanging wide open. “Was it that bad?” Seungmin asks.

Jisung just shakes his head slowly.

“Well, close your mouth,” Seungmin says, going back over to drink some of the orange juice Jisung’s mother had brought them.

“Dude.”

“What.”

“You are. Really. Good.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

Seungmin sniffles a little bit to fill up the silence.

“A billion times better than my sister.”

Seungmin laughs, punching Jisung’s shoulder lightly. It’s more of just a nudge, really. “That’s mean.”

“Whatever, it’s a compliment you idiot,” Jisung says, pulling the remote back over to him. “Now sing Nobody with me!”

“What? I can’t sing Taylor Swift but Wonder Girls is allowed?”

“Fine, you can sing Taylor Swift but if I get a higher score, you owe me sixty tickets.”

“Bet.”

—

“Mom, I’m home!” Seungmin calls as he gets home from karaoke. Mrs. Han had given him a ride back, and Jisung and Seungmin had sung along to the radio all the way back.

“Seungmin!” his mother’s voice calls from the kitchen, and he knows from just those two syllables that he’s in trouble, even though he isn’t sure what he’s done wrong.

“Uh, hi mommy,” Seungmin says, scooting his butt over to the kitchen. “Is there something wrong?”

“Where have you been all day? Your brother was supposed to be watching you!” her arms are crossed as she stands by the counter, and Seungmin doesn’t recall seeing her so upset before.

“I was with Jisung, at karaoke,” Seungmin mutters meekly.

One of her eyebrows raise, and Seungmin knows it was the wrong answer. “And you didn’t think to tell anybody?”

“I told Seungcheol when we left the arcade!” Seungmin answers defensively. He really had, it wasn’t his fault that Seungcheol was too busy shooting monsters or something to notice.

“What? KIM SEUNGCHEOL,” she yells, and Seungmin isn’t sure whether he should be sorry for throwing his brother under the bus or grateful that the attention has been turned off of himself. There’s a thundering of footsteps as Seungcheol makes his way down the stairs, earbuds still dangling from his ears.

“What?” It’s the wrong thing to say with the wrong attitude at this moment.

“You did not tell me that you and your brother were at the arcade today. Is that all you’ve been doing these past few months? Going to the arcade when you get the chance? You should have been at home, studying!” As their mother goes on a tirade, Seungmin goes to inch out the door and back up to his room. Sadly, he is spotted by the danger before he can escape. “And you young man, don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“Sorry, mom.” Meek is definitely the way to go when their mother is angry.

“I wanted to talk to both of you anyway. Your father has gotten a promotion, so we’re moving to America. Both of you are grounded for the next few weeks, and you can use this time to pack.”

“What?!” Seungmin and his brother both speak at the same time, arguing as they try to protest.

“Both of you, be quiet and go to your rooms.”

“Okay, mom.”

They bump shoulders as they run up the stairs, shoving at each other as they each say, “It’s your fault, no, it’s your fault!”

That’s the last day that Seungmin sees Jisung.

—

As Seungmin stands in the middle of his sparsely furnished apartment, boxes stacked all over, he shrugs a little smile. It’s strange to be back in his home country after so many years, and he wonders if he’ll even be able to assimilate as he tries to shrug off the American habits that have been so embedded into his shoulders from living the entirely of his teenage years there.

He’s here now though, part-time jobs as an English tutor and vocal trainer tucked under his belts as he heads out to whatever auditions he can and submits his headshot and portfolio to any agencies he comes across. It’s not much, but it’s a start and he’ll make of it what he can.

There’s just one thing that he needs to do.

Crouching down, he digs through some boxes until he comes across a stack of papers that he’d been looking for. Inside, he pulls out a little Photobooth polaroid from an arcade that’s probably shut down by now. It’s enough for now, and he mentally traces the path that he’d always taken with his brother day after day on his bikes.

As he walks down the street, he looks around and notices just how much this city has changed in the years that he’s been gone. Newer, shinier buildings have been built up around him, and people seem to walk at a faster pace.

Before he knows it, he’s reached his destination. Seungmin walks up the steps slowly, excited even though he’s not expecting much.

“Hello, welcome to K-Sing! How may we help you!” a chirpy voice calls from the front desk. Somehow, Seungmin recognizes it.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here after all these years.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Hi, Jisung. It’s me. Seungmin. I still owe you those tickets, right?”

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Randi

I was arranging everything for the big pregnancy reveal that morning, including still inviting people because i was bad at planning things. I called Cole last because i had a feeling we'd end up on the phone for a while talking about other shit. I hadn't seen him since his game last week.

“I’m having a brunch at my place tomorrow,” I said, “be there.” I waited for him to laugh or say he’d be there but he paused for a while.I stretched out on the couch that i was sitting on, resting my legs in Cayden's lap.

“I may have something else, I’ll let you know,” he said.

“Something like what? It’s importnat,” I said, trying to stress that I had something to tell him without actually telling the news.

“I’ll get back to you,” He said. My face scrunched up in confusion at what he could possibly have to do that he couldn’t come to my place for like an hour, especially when I was offering him food.

“Fine...”i said.

“Aight, gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Ok, bye...”I said just before he hung up. I must have been visibly frowning because Cay looked over at me and said,

“What?”

“Cole just shaded me mad hard on the phone,” I said.

“You probably just over thinking it, what he say?” He asked.

“He said he may have something else, and that he’d ‘get back to me’, even though I said it was obviously important,” I said, putting my phone down and crossing my arms. Cayden made a ‘yikes’ face. “Exactly.”

“Cole can be pissy, he probably just having a bad day or something,” he tried. I shot him a look and he quickly got up. “Well I’m gonna go to work now.”

“I’m gonna go get ready I guess,” I mumbled, “I look horrendous today, my face is all puffy.”

“You look alright to me,” Cayden said, fishing his keys from his pocket.

“Gee thanks,” I said.

“You look beautiful I mean,” he grabbed my arm with a smirk. “Where you going anyways?”

“Out with Jenny, I think China and Jada might come.”

“Alright, have fun, and no fast food, you gotta start eating healthy for real babe,” he gave me a serious look.

“Yeah, yeah. Good bye,” I said, getting up and walking to the stairs. We went our separate ways and i started working on making myself look decent.

Lunch was just Jenny and I which was cool. She was telling me about work and what she had been doing, some trip she was planning. When she was done I asked what I really wanted to know.

“So what about the guy you told me about, the one you’re working for?” I asked. She bit her lip and I leaned in closer.

“I finally agreed and went out with him,” she said I’m a guilty tone.

“And?” I encouraged her to go on and spill the real tea.

“It was good, really good. Weird, but good.”

“See! I knew you would have a good time. So are you guys going out again?” I asked.

“We’ve been talking everyday since. I see him a lot because of work. We’re still getting to know each other, I don’t even know what it is if anything yet. I’m not in a rush at all,” she said.

“Well I think you should bring him to brunch tomorrow,” I said.

“That would be weird,” she said.

“Why? You’re not even together yet, I just wanna see him. China is bringing Rambo, Jada night be bringing a friend so it will be chill.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said,giving me look that convinced she wasn’t even concidering it. “What’s this brunch about anyways,” she made a face.

“Come and find out,” I said with a smile.

“God, you’re the worst. You wanna know everyone else’S business, but you’re real hush about your own,” she cut me a look. I laughed and shrugged.

“I’m not that interesting,” I said simply.

“I beg to differ,” she said. “Oh thank god, foods here.” I turned around and saw the waiter coming with our plates. My mouth watered. I was starving, and really craving spicy food.

I called Cayden on my way to the salon. I wanted to drop in for a little bit.

“Hey babe,” he said.

“Hi,” I said, adjusting my pants which were now tight.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I have the worst heart heart burn,” I complained. I knew it was the spicy food but I left that part out.

“You take some medicine?” He asked.

“No. I don’t even know what I’m aloud to take,” I frowned.

“Call the doctor and ask,” he suggested.

“Ok,” I said.

“Where are you going? I can hear you driving.”

“To the salon. I’m meeting some guy to talk about how much it would cost to build our own place,” I said.

“Y’all still on that second store idea,” he said, in a tone that suggested he was not a fan.

“What you mean still on it Cay, we decided like months ago,” I said, checking my side mirror and changing lanes.

“You really tryna be doing all that while you pregnant?” He asked.

“It’s gonna be a long 9 months, honestly the distraction might be nice.”

“Yeah but the stress ain’t good for the baby. You know how worked up you get,” he said. “Plus your anxiety been bad lately.” All the points he was making were valid but for some reason it set me off and I got defensive.

“I’m anxious because I’m pregnant and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing Cayden. Because I didn’t see this happening, at least not any time soon. So, please, give me a break with that, ok. And if I wanna work and I feel like it’s gonna be good for me then I’m gonna work,” I said frantically, my hands firm on the steering wheel. I could hear him groan even over the phone.

“I better not hear you bitching about how stressed you are then,” he mumbled. I got emotional then and tears started falling from eyes before I could understand what was happening.

“You don’t have to be so mean all the time,” I cried, tears clouding my vision of the road. He could definitely hear that i was crying, there was no covering it up.

“Ok Sorry,” He said, caught off guard by my sudden emotion. I was still crying and was considering pulling over at this point. It was like i knew it wasn't worth crying over but had no control over it. “Don’t cry, please. It was my bad, i shouldn't be swearing at you anyway, pregant or not."

“Okay,” I mumbled, a snotty mess.

“I feel bad," he said, and i could hear in his voice that he really did, and knowing Cayden he would be off the whole day if he thought he hurt me.

“It's ok, i just got overwhelmed.” I took a steadying breath.

“I'm working on being patient,” he said. Wow. I should just stay pregnant forever, i thought to myself. I never would have gotten all that from him before i had a baby in me.

"God, I love you Cay," i said, missing him now.

"I love you baby mama," he replied. "But i gotta go. Imma see you soon though,"

"Okay, see you in a bit." We said goodbye then i hung up. I had arrived at the salon anyways. I grabbed my bag and got out.

The next morning I woke up early because i had to cook and get ready as well. My mom came early to help me cook though, so it wasnt that bad. I had a chance to get changed and put some makeup on once we were done. Cayden was still lounging in the bed while i got ready in the bathroom. I put on a floral dress that ended just above my knees and was quite fitted so it showed off now slightly poking bump. My plan was to wear a cardigan until i announced, then id show the evidence. I put some lipgloss on to finish and then left the bathroom.

"Damn," Cayden said, getting up from the bed, still naked which was pretty distracting. He gripped my shoulders and kissed my forehead. "you deadass glowing," he said. I looked down at myself.

"Really?" i asked. He nodded, pushing aside my cardigan and putting his giant hands on either side of my stomach.

"You look good with my kid inside you."

"I dont know how i feel about that statement," i said, feeling slightly disturbed. He chuckled, sliding his hands around to my lower back.

"Speaking of being inside you," he said, pulling me into his naked body.

"Im tired," i complained, "and i just got dressed. Also you know my mother's downstairs?"

"Shit, i forgot about your moms," he said, caressing my butt. I had a feeling this was still gonna end how Cayden planned because i was weak and generally couldn't resist him. "You just gotta be quiet then, you know how you be screaming" he said with a sexy grin on his lips. I felt him poking me then and i looked down.

"Cay" i said with a laugh. He looked me over, lingering at my chest.

"What you expect me to do?" My mother started calling my name from downstairs then and i fixed my cardigan that he had opened quickly so i could leave.

"I dont know but be quick about it, people will be here soon," i said, heading for the door. I left him to get ready and went to go see what my mom wanted.

Cayden

People were already getting there when i got downstairs, and Randi was running around of course. I dont know why she made this such a big thing and created work for herself, but i also understood that she wanted to get everyone we cared about together. My parents were just coming through the front door so i went to go get their jackets and stuff.

"Hey mama, pops," i said, hugging my mom and shaking my dads hand.

"Hey baby..." she said wearily.

"What?" i asked.

"You got your mama nervous wondering what this brunch all about," Pops said, gruff as usual. I laughed.

"Relax mama," i told her. She cut me a mad side eye and i just took her jacket from her hands and put it in the closet. "Yall head in," i told them. Ty had just pulled up, and Cole was with him. I sighed in relief for myself that he had showed up, i would have never heard the end of it if he hadn't and whatever drama he and Randi had continued. They walked up the driveway and i dapped them both when they came to the door. I remembered then that Ty already knew.

"Where the food at," he said immediately.

"Dining room," i said. He pushed past me and walked away to that area. I stopped Cole before he could follow.

"whats good with you and Randi?" i asked.

"Why do i feel like you gon off me or something for having problems with her?" He looked at me suspiciously. I cackled.

"Nigga that petty drama is not my business. I know she frustrating, im married to her," i shrugged.

"Amen to that," he mumbled. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I know its nothing that deep because yall still talking, and you here. Both of you just childish." I squeezed his shoulder tighter. "But if you ever did really hurt her feelings,i actually would have to off you. I hope you know that," i said, all smiles gone now. He looked surprisingly accepting of the fact.

"Ty warned me already," he said. "That would be pretty shitty for me."

"It would be for me too, cause you my nigga" i said, looking him in the eyes.

"Nice of you to show up," Randi's voice came from behind me. I patted Cole's back playfully and turned to face her.

"Well thats my cue," i said. I left them to hash things out and went to go find food myself.

I was talking to Randi's dad when i spotted Jenny coming through the door, Randi greeting her like the good host she was. I smiled and made a move to go and say hi but stopped in my tracks when a dude id never seen before came through the door after her. Randi hugged Jenny and then she went to go hug the dude and my hand tightened around the cup i was holding.

"Excuse me sir, someone i know just got here," i said to pops.

"Go ahead son," he said. I put my cup down on the counter and started walking to the door. Randi saw me then and she quickly walked over to meet me before i got there. She grabbed my arm as i made eye contact with Jenny, who looked like a kid that had just gotten in trouble.

"Be nice," Randi said.

"He's in my house," i pointed out.

"Okay, but i invited him," she said. I looked down at her.

"Yeah, and im wondering why," i said, trying to control my temper so i didnt pop off on him and her.

"I was trying to be supportive of Jenny moving on," she said, defending herself. I scoffed.

"You helping her move on from my brother," i shook my head, getting more pissed off as i thought about it and looked at the dude standing in my house. Jenny came up to us then and she turned to Randi.

"I told you this wasn't a good idea," Jenny said, "I think im just gonna go."

"No dont," Randi said.

"You supposed to be on my side Randi," i said, feeling betrayed. At this point my problem wasn't even with Jenny. I felt more like Randi had gone behind my back.

"I am on your side, im always on your side," she said, voice low.

"You really acting like it," i said, looking over at the guy standing by the door. I turned and left to go back into the house where everybody was. I wanted to walk all the way out the house, but i knew i couldn't just up and leave while all these people here for us, and especially because we were supposed to tell them about the baby. I got back to the party and walked up to Ty.

"We bout to pull up on someone?" Ty asked, seeing my face.

"nah," i said.

"You gotta relax my nigga. I got you," he said, pulling a blunt out of his pocket.

"Bet," i nodded to the stairs.

We passed the blunt around for a while in one of the guest bathrooms upstairs with the shower running and window open so we wouldn’t smell up the place. After a while a knock came on the door.

"Its me, your wife, who you love, also carrying your unborn child," she said.

"Wow, she really got you locked down dont she?" Ty said. I rolled my eyes.

"Ty, you better open this door," she said.

"Yo she scares me," he shrugged, going to open the door. "Imma go downstairs."

"Go put on some of Cay's cologne first," Randi said, shaking her head. He smelled himself then nodded. It hit me then that the whole room was swimming in weed.

"You shouldn't be here, the baby," i said.

"Yeah its pretty bad," she was plugging her nose already because she didnt like the smell. I put the blunt out and walked out into the attached bedroom and she followed. I sat on the bed and she came to sit beside me.

"They're gone now," she said. I didnt say anything so she continued. "I didnt think youd be that mad."

"You expect me to be happy about that shit?" i looked at her like 'really'.

"No. I thought you'd just be shocked but eventually warm up to the idea. But clearly i was wrong," she said, and when i mean mugged her she added, "and stupid. Im sorry you felt like i wasn't on your side."

"I also dont like surprises, and people i dont know, you know that."

"I know," she said, caressing my cheek. "But you do know you gonna have to warm up to the idea of her going on with her life at some point right?" I groaned, thinking about if jenny actually ended up staying with this nigga. One way or another i would eventually have to know him, unless i was gonna cut off Jenny, which id never do.

"But you really gotta be out here helping bring them together?" I locked my jaw. She grabbed my chin with her slender fingers.

"Okay ill stay out of it from now on, and tell you what, if you get to know him and you still hate him i wont fuck with him either."

"Good," i mumbled. She kissed my cheek.

"Can we go tell people about the baby now? I really need to get it over with while i still have the nerve," she looked really uninterested in the whole idea which was funny, most girls loved things like this.

"Yeah lets go," i took her hand and we left the room.

Once we got downstairs Randi gathered everyone in the living room and said she wanted to make a toast. So everyone held their glasses expecting her to make one. She looked nervous now that everyone was looking at her, so i wrapped my arm around her waist to calm her down. She looked up at me and i knew i was gonna be the one making this announcement. I turned to everyone else and lifted my glass.

"Id like to make a toast, to the reason we're all here. To my beautiful wife," i looked down at her and she blushed, "who has a way of bringing everyone together, even when its against their will," people laughed and she rolled her eyes. I looked back her, and we locked eyes for a long moment, and it was like looking into her soul. "She's loving, caring...and selfless, all the things that are gonna make her an amazing mother." I finished and everyone was frozen, looking suspicious but not 100% sure. Randi stepped out of my grip and opened her sweater revealing a small, but obvious bump.

"I knew it!" her mom hollered from the kitchen "Thank you Jesus!" Cheers and clapping erupted and people swarmed us, well mostly Randi, to say congratulations and ask how far along she was, all that stuff. It was weird being congratulated for making a human, but i rolled with it.

Our parents finally got a moment with us and they were clearly the happiest out of everyone here.

"I can't wait to tell all the ladies at church," her mom said, hugging Randi tight to her.

"Oh me too, especially that Heather May, always announcing her new inlaws and grandkids every sunday. Oh we're gonna show her," my mom chimed in, also gushing over Randi and brushing her hand through her hair. My dad came and clapped me on the back, actually smiling and looking genuinely happy for the first time in god knows how long.

"Im happy for you son. Being a father will change you, but it will be the greatest thing you do," he said.

"Thanks Pops, im gonna try my best. You 'bout to be grandpa now though," i said, realizing that myself. He chuckled, sounding genuinely amused which was also shocking.

"hm i guess so," he said, looking like he was imagining it now. He looked...excited. I guess it was true what people said, babies had a way of bringing people together.

"Well done Son!" Randi's dad pulled me in to a tight bear hug. He was back to his normal self after the heart attack several months ago. He had done intense physical therapy and i know Randi was still really worried about him for a while but now you could tell he was back to good health.

"She's doing all the hard work," i said.

"Oh its going be a long 9 months for you too. Just wait. Her mother had me driving 3 hours to go and get pizza from a specific pizzaria,and god forbid i forgot the anchovies on the side" he looked to her mom who shrugged.

"Pregnancy cravings are normal. How have you been doing? Why didnt you tell me earlier?" She looked slightly hurt.

"Well you already knew so obviously i wasn't hiding it well. Im just tired, throwing up, but thats it," Rand told her.

"Awe. Can you imagine, my baby is having a baby," she said, tearing up, not for the first time. I could tell Randi was already getting tired of everyone being all in her face, but they were just excited.

"Ill come find you later mom. I need to talk to some other people," she smiled at her mom, who reluctantly let her go. Randi came to slide under my arm.

"Jesus," she mumbled.

"i know," i said, rubbing her arm. "Well theres Cole, that should cheer you up." He was making his way over to come talk to us since our parents had been hogging us.

"I can't even believe it," he said, hugging Randi tightly and picking her up off the ground. She laughed which was nice to hear. "Lil nugget is gonna be a mom, wow," he said.

"You never suspected, right?" she smirked.

"Never, im still in shock," he shook his head. "Wait, is this why you were ghosting me?"

"Ive been ghosting everyone. Im always either laying down or sleeping most of the time, epecially in the beginning. But its getting better now," she said. "That's also why i left your game, it was cold and Cay didn't want me getting sick."

"Well now i feel like an ass," his face dropped.

"That because you are an ass," i shrugged with a grin.

"May be an ass but at least my pull out game is strong," he shrugged.

"Hi, im here," Randi said, waving her hand around.

"So, what am i gonna be, like an uncle?" he asked, bending down to observe her stomach.

"Yeah i guess," she shrugged.

"Cool," he said, smiling. Randi looped her arm in his and they went off to go talk with Jada and China. I took that as sign that they were no longer fighting, which was good for all of us.

Randi

After about an hour of talking to people and having my bump touched and people hugging and kissing me i was really over it and was ready to just crash. I had been on my feet since this morning too so i was exhausted which made me feel sick. People were still mingling and trying to get a hold of me and i had been separated from Cayden a while ago but i went to go find him. He was out back on the deck with Ty and his parents. I went up to him and grabbed his arm. He bent down so i could talk in his ear.

"Can we go? I feel sick," i said. He nodded and wrapped an arm tight around my waist.

"Ill catch up with you guys later," he said to them. They said ok and he led me back inside. We went upstairs and i made a b-line to the bathroom with him behind me. I tried to throw up for a while but nothing came up and it was just dry heaving which was almost worse. After a while he just held me on the bathroom floor, and it was the first quiet, calm, moment we'd had together since the party started.

"Thanks for breaking the news," i said. "I panicked."

"It's aight. I was excited to tell them anyways."

"The strangest part of all this," i said, pasuing to really think about it, "is that now they all know we've been having sex."

"I think they knew that already Randi," he chuckled. He had a good point, but it still felt oddly exposing.

"Is it bad that i want them all to leave now," i mumbled,cheek to the floor.

"I can tell them to get out if thats what you want," he offered. I shook my head.

"Here, drink this," my moms voice suddenly came from the bathroom door. She was standing there holding a mug. "It will help with the nausea," she explained, walking over towards the bathtub where we were. So i took it and drank it. "Dont worry, people are starting to leave already. They saw you leaving and realized how tired you must be."

"Thanks mommy," i said, feeling particularly childish at the moment. She smiled.

"Im gonna go start cleaning up," she said. I nodded and then she left.

"Im a horrible person," i said as soon as she was gone.

"What? Why?" Cayden said, confused.

"Because i didn't wanna tell her, or anyone, and they're all so happy."

"Nah, that doesn't make you a horrible person. You're just private. But aren't you sort of glad they know now?" I knew what he meant, it made it feel more real, and their excitement and joy did make me feel like something good was coming. I was touched by how many people already loved this baby.

"Are you trying to say i told you so to me? While im pregnant?" I looked up at him.

"Is that gonna be the new card you play every time things aren't going your way?" he guessed.

"Yes, yes it is," I nodded proudly.

"Well, seriously though, thank you."

"For what?" i asked, playing with his hand in mine.

"For doing this for me," he rubbed my stomach, he was the only person that i actually liked doing that.

"You're welcome. But there is something i been wanting to say to you, and i feel like its important for you to know," i started.

"Okay..." he said, brows coming together.

"I am excited about having a baby.Yes, i'm doing this for you, but for me too. I know i was slow to warm up to the idea, but i can't wait to raise kids with you Cay," i smiled up at him. I saw the glimmer in his eye and it made me melt inside.

"Wait, you said kids, plural," he smirked. Of course he would focus on that.

"I did," i simply replied. He leaned down to plant his lips on mine, kissing me with all the excitement and love in the world. I wasn't sure if it was whatever drink my mom made, or the kiss, but i suddenly didn't feel sick anymore.

#chris brown #chris brown fanfic #chris brown ff #Jhene Aiko #jhene chilombo #jhene aiko fanfic #jhene efuru #jhene aiko ff #celebrity #celebs #celebrity fanfic #celebrity fanfiction #fanfiction #fandom #fan fiction #fanfic #fanfic update #writing

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yourhockeyboys · 8 years ago

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Dive (pt. 2)

Im so so so sorry it took me this long. But its here, albeit with a shitty ending so sorry for that... but i hope you enjoy it anyways.

- Cassie

Part 1 can be found here

It had been a couple weeks since you walked out on Tyler. You were getting along ok, at least as ok as someone who's love of their life had just cheated on them should be doing. You had your moments where you just broke down and cried, those were mostly at three in the morning when Tyler called you drunk and begging you to take him back, and the nights you didn't answer- the voicemails would be even worse.

Jamie like the amazing friend he is promised he would keep Tyler out of trouble as best as he could but you know yourself how much of a handful he could be. Jamie had brought the rest of your things back to your apartment which you were extremely thankful for, it would have been hell if you had to go back and relive your relationship with Tyler. Jamie told you that Tyler didn't move when he was getting your stuff, he was just sitting on the couch staring blankly at the tv that wasn't even turned on. You broke down crying and Jamie held you and then tucked you in bed and truth be told you didn't have very much motivation to move.

Tyler's game had drastically changed, anyone with eyes could see the difference between his playing when the two of you were together and now. You couldn't deny the pang of guilt you felt for this even knowing that Tyler isn't your responsibility and neither is his playing ability. You knew he was drinking more and going out a lot more than usual, Jamie had told you, and once again there was a pang of guilt.

Today had been a particularly good day so you decided to go out to the café not far from your apartment to read a book and also get some social interaction- something you had been lacking. You had invited Jamie along be he declined which you didn't mind, it would give you time to think while you were moderately happy- something that hadn't happened in a while. You got your drink and sat down at a cozy table toward the back, away from the door. Shortly after a man asked to sit down at you table as there were none available near a plug for his laptop.

“I'm sorry” the man sitting across from you starts “I have to confess, I lied I don't need to charge my laptop, I saw you sitting here and I just wanted an excuse to talk to such a beautiful lady.”

You feel your cheeks heating up, flattered by his comment.

“I'm William, it's a delight to meet you” he flashes you an award-winning smile.

“(y/n)” you smile back politely not really interested in conversation.

“So, do you come here very often?” Really the most used line in the book… like ever “that was stupid I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that.”

“Listen” you start off determined to make a point “if this were any other time I might be interested in a conversation but I’m just not right now, all I am interested in right now is my book, so if you will excuse me I’m going to get back to it.”

“Well I could give you my number you could send me a text when you’re done the book” he says completely ignoring the point you were trying to make.

“Listen buddy” a new voice chimes in, an all too familiar voice “I’m pretty sure the lady said she doesn’t want a conversation so if get on your way before I make you.”

You scoff at Tyler’s assertiveness and how quickly William gets his things together. Tyler probably wouldn’t do anything to the guy, but then again you didn’t think Tyler would cheat on you either. Great here come the water works, so much for having a good day. You’re interrupted from your thoughts when Tyler takes a seat across from you where William was sitting just seconds ago.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask him extremely annoyed “At least William had the decency to ask.” You add the last bit in knowing it would piss Tyler off.

“William” Tyler shakes his head “would you have actually given that guy a chance (y/n)?”

“Yeah maybe I would have” you state firmly.

“He doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Oh really?” you ask with a dry laugh “then what is my type Tyler? Men that don’t care about me? Men that party all the time? Men that cheat on me?”

Tyler’s features soften and you can tell right away he’s been thinking about what he did. “(y/n) I’m sorry” he says simply. You weren’t expecting an apology Tyler is always so stubborn.

“How did you even find out where I was?”

“I went to your place and I figured you just weren’t answering the door” he lets out a little chuckle “knowing you weren’t even in there makes me feel a bit stupid but anyways. You weren’t answering so I came here because you love it here and I wanted to be close to you.”

You can’t help it but your heart swells just before the image of him kissing the perfect blonde crosses your mind and once again tears come to your eyes. You can’t stand the idea of letting him see you cry so you pick up your things and walk out of the small café. You know Tyler is right behind you because you can hear his footsteps.

“Is he the reason you aren’t interested?” That is not Tyler. You turn around and William is right behind you “personally, I don’t think he’s worth your tears.”

“It doesn’t matter what the reason is, I am just not interested in you” this boy cannot take a hint.

“Why the fuck are you here again?” Tyler exclaims coming up to you and William.

“Why the fuck do you think it’s ok too make a gorgeous girl cry?” William asks him getting up in Tyler’s face. Knowing that it is a very bad decision on William’s part to get that close to Tyler you squeeze in between them, facing Tyler. He might have broken your heart but you still trust him a hell of a lot more than a complete stranger.

“William, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, I am not interested in you and what happens between me and Tyler does not concern you one bit” you say steadily despite the burning stares from both men.

“Yeah move along now buddy” Tyler adds ushering him along.

Once William was surely gone you start talking to Tyler “Ty, I don’t blame you I honestly should have seen it coming you were out all the time partying and I mean she looked absolutely perfect. It’s not ok that you did it but you did and it’s kind of difficult to go back on it.”

“I was terrible to you (y/n)” Tyler says taking your hand in his “and I want to talk to you about it because you deserve so much more, so can we please go back to your apartment and talk?”

Probably against your better judgement you let him hold your hand all the way on the ten-minute walk back to your apartment and all the way up the elevator to your apartment door where there is a basket with an assortment of things.

“I brought this for you to apologize and you didn’t answer so I just left it” he says picking it up and studying the contents “I-uh I got you some flowers, I thought they looked nice and I remember when we went on our date to the flower garden you said you liked them, and I got you some of the candy you really like and there’s a teddy bear and I filled this jar up with everything I love about you and Jamie told me to make a photo album of all my favorite pictures of us so that’s there too, but just in case you don’t hate me any less there’s some matches in there.”

By the time Tyler finished rambling you had opened the door and lead him inside your apartment. “Tyler, are you done?”

“Well no but if you want me stop I will but I had a lot more to say” he said nervously.

“Should I get you some water then?” you ask as a joke but when he nods you realize he’s serious when he says he still has a lot to say. “Tyler, you just need to tell me one thing, I don’t need the gifts or the long speeches just one honest answer.”

“Ok” he says confidently “one 100% honest answer.”

“Was she the only the girl?”

Without even think about it Tyler confidently gets out a “yes.”

“Ok now a follow up question” you pause not really sure if you want the answer “why?”

“Because I’m stupid and I didn’t realize how amazing I had it when I had you. (y/n) if you forgive me I promise I will never party without you.”

“That’s a pretty big promise Tyler.”

“Well, you’re worth the biggest promises, because” he pauses “because I love you.”

You had never heard Tyler say those words directed at you ever. So, to say you’re a little bit shocked is an understatement.

“I know that you probably think I’m just desperate now, which I am, but I really do mean it. It just took me a little while to realize. (y/n) I love you so much it’s crazy, I didn’t think I would ever be the guy to say that but here I am and I don’t want to be any other guy.”

“Tyler…” you say quietly cutting him off.

“(y/n) please let me finish, if you give me a second chance I swear to you I won’t blow it, I promise you I won’t blow it.”

“Tyler, what am I supposed to say to that?”

“That you’ll give me a second chance?” he says hopeful “and that you love me too would be nice.”

“Tyler, I do love you” you say and a goofy smile appears on his face “things have to change though.”

“Things will change (y/n)” he smiles taking a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to your forehead “Let’s go out to dinner?”

“Ok, sure” you smile up at him “can we get pizza?”

“We can have whatever makes you happy.”

#nhl imagines #nhl #hockey imagines #hockey #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #dallas stars #t-seggy #yourhockeyboys writes

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dvddggs · 8 years ago

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To the Four of Us (Part Thirteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

words: 2,328

warnings: swearin and i think that’s it tbh

a/n: i had this chapter planned out as fluff in my head but where’s the fun in that tbh lol enjoy

all chapters: x

tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers

dedication: @but-if-you-had-to-choose bc she is my fav and draws amazing art (her art blog is @abbydextrous-art) and @skittlegeek03 for the jmads (and art)!!!!

soundtrack song: Coffee Shop Soundtrack - All Time Low

full soundtrack: x

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Alexander ended up spending the night in John’s bed. And the next night. And the one after that. Lafayette knew because he could hear them fucking until 2 o’clock in the morning all week long. He didn’t understand why they always needed to be in John’s room.

“Listen,” Lafayette told them one morning. “I understand that you need to ‘make up for lost time’ or whatever, but can’t you do it in Alex’s room once in awhile? I can’t sleep. And listening to your bed frame smack against the wall for hours is, in a word, disturbing.”

John just laughed, kissing Alex on the cheek.

“Hercules told us that if we even think about banging in my room he’ll beat me up,” Alexander said matter-of-factly. “And honestly I wouldn’t put it past him. So, no. Sorry, Laf.”

Lafayette scowled and stomped back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Oh well,” John laughed. “He’ll be fine.”

“No I won’t,” Lafayette yelled back.

It was finally Friday and the guys couldn’t have been more relieved. It had been the longest week of their lives. They’d been planning their Friday night outing since the middle of the week and, as much as it made Alexander feel guilty to admit it, he was glad to not be stuck in his room for Movie night Fridays anymore. John was a bit more free-spirited than Thomas was, so they both planned on getting hammered that night.

It wasn’t until he got to class that he remembered he and Thomas were in the same ones on Fridays. He sat down at the front of the lecture hall, as far away from their usual spot as he could manage. He didn’t look up once for fear of catching Thomas’s eye, but was relieved to find that the spot beside him had been filled so that he wouldn’t have to—

“Hamilton.”

Alexander froze. He didn’t recognize the voice of the person sitting beside him, but he didn’t sound happy.

Looking up, he instantly recognized the guy as Thomas’s friend.

“Hey,” Alexander began slowly. “You’re James, right?”

James nodded without breaking eye contact.

“Listen,” he said. “You really hurt Thomas. I mean, shit. I’ve never seen him like this. He wouldn’t even come to class today. You need to at least talk to him. I don’t want to start anything—really, I don’t—but he didn’t do anything wrong. Who knows, maybe you guys can work it out, right? I mean, it was just one kiss.”

Alexander bit his lip, a wave of guilt overtaking him.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was just one kiss.”

As the day went on, Alexander pushed the conversation with James out of his head. He was going out with his friends that night and was determined to enjoy it. He could worry about Thomas on Saturday.

Alexander’s professor dismissed his last class of the day five minutes early and it took all of his willpower to not sprint back to his room to get ready to go out. It had been the longest and most dramatic week of his life and all he wanted to do was get drunk, make out with John, and forget about all of the problems he hadn’t yet dealt with.

Dropping his backpack unceremoniously to the floor, he pulled his hair out of the bun it was in and shook his head to loosen it. He was in the middle of changing from his sweats to jeans when John barged in the door, followed by Lafayette and Hercules.

John bit his lip, smirking at Alexander’s boxers. “Okay,” he murmured. “Y’all are gonna have to leave before I tear those off him.”

“You’re nasty,” Hercules sighed, padding across the floor to his room, Lafayette in tow.

“Oui. Whatever you do, hurry the fuck up, because I wanna go get my drink on!”

As they left, Alexander could hear Hercules grumble something about how only middle-aged wine moms say, “get my drink on,” and Lafayette cursing out John for teaching him that phrase.

They sat on Hercules’s bed and tried to drown out the sound of their best friends fucking in the middle of the afternoon by watching Netflix at full volume. It was working, quite successfully, until they heard a particularly loud moan from through the walls.

“That was John,” Lafayette mumbled.

“No way,” Hercules replied. “It was definitely Alex.”

They were interrupted by a particularly violent yelp, after which Laf yelled, “WE GET IT. YOU’RE HAVING SEX. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Hercules cracked up and held out his hand for Laf to shake. “Ten bucks says both of those were Alex.”

“You’re on.”

Ten more minutes passed before the godawful sex noises subsided and John and Alexander burst into Hercules’s room looking dishevelled. Alexander was buttoning his plaid shirt, chest rising and falling rapidly, and John was tying his wild mane of hair back.

“You should leave it down,” Alexander said. “It looks hot.”

Lafayette suppressed a snicker into his palm—the only reason Alexander thought that was because it was John’s sex hair. Laf had seen it countless mornings after John had kicked his catch of the day out of his bed. And it wasn’t hot.

“So whose moans were those at the end there?” Hercules asked, trying not to laugh. John instantly broke into hysterics and Alexander turned bright red. “Told you.”

“Merde,” Lafayette muttered, passing Hercules a ten dollar bill.

“This is why we use your room,” Alexander said to John. “Are you guys ready to go?”

John shrugged and tangled his fingers in Alexander’s. Herc and Laf followed them out the door and they headed downtown to a house party that they’d heard about. They huddled together for warmth as they walked, Alexander and John in the middle of the pack.

“Watch this,” John whispered to Alex, cocking his head at his roommate as they strolled down the sidewalk. “Hey, Laf.”

“Yes?”

“I think you’ve got a bit of up-dog on your shoulder, there.”

“What—what’s up-dog?”

Everyone started cracking up, except poor Lafayette who looked between the three of them, confused as hell. When Laf made eye contact with John, John physically stopped walking and doubled over to catch his breath because of how hard he was laughing.

“Oh my god, Laf,” he wheezed between fits of laughter. “I love you so much. You’re so pure.”

John wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and took Alexander’s outstretched hand.

“I still don’t understand,” Laf mumbled, forcing another fit of laughter from his friends.

Unlike usual, once they got to the party the four of them stuck together. It had been so long since they’d all been out at the same time that they were all acting clingy.

John and Alexander were practically wrapped around each other, and had been for the entire night. Every time John pulled away to get another drink or talk to a friend, Alexander would pull him back into his arms as soon as was humanly possible and kiss him like he hadn’t seen him in months.

“Stopppp,” Lafayette slurred, wine drunk.

“Why, Sugar?” John asked, his southern drawl exaggerated in his drunken state. “You jealous?”

John leaned over and kissed Lafayette sloppily on the cheek, which he wiped off hastily and went to go and find Hercules.

“His loss,” Alexander muttered to John, who smiled and kissed him deeply.

They migrated to the centre of the living room and began dancing together. Alexander made eye contact with John and he broke into a grin. Getting drunk had worked—John was the only thing on his mind and he was absolutely bursting with happiness.

John locked his fingers behind Alexander’s neck as they turned in slow-paced circles which directly opposed the upbeat club music that was playing, but he didn’t care. Part of him felt crazy for being this happy about the cheesy slow dance with his best friend but another, larger part felt ecstatic. He was filled-to-the-brim, overflowing, almost sickeningly happy. Beaming, he leaned in and kissed Alex on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Alexander pulled back, confused. “For what?”

John shrugged. “I dunno. Just…thank you.”

Alexander grinned, but it almost immediately faltered and turned into a look of shock.

“What?” John asked, surprised.

Alexander dropped his contact with John and turned around to face out the window.

“Nothing. Just—there we go—no…it’s nothing.”

John raised an eyebrow as Alexander shook his hair forward to cover his face. Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?

“Lex,” John pressed. “What is it?”  Alexander simply shook his head, lips pressed tightly together. John furrowed his brow as Hercules came rushing over, Maria in tow. She seemed to be his regular party hookup, but they were all surprised it hadn’t yet become more.

“Alex,” he said quickly. “Did you see—”

Alexander shook his head warningly, but his eyes gave him away as they flashed in the direction of the mood change. John turned around and saw the back of someone who could only be Thomas Jefferson.

“It’s fine,” Alexander said quickly.

“Are you—oh, hi, Maria—are you going to talk to him?” Laf asked as he joined the discussion circle.

Alexander shrugged and glanced at John. He hadn’t told him what James said in class earlier that day about it only being one kiss and about Alexander and Thomas working it out. He knew this probably wouldn’t end well, but—hey—there was going to be a confrontation at some point and what better time than with a bit of liquid confidence in his system, right?

“Thomas,” Alexander said as he walked purposefully towards his ex, who towered over him.

“Oh, Alexander.”

“Listen,” Alexander began. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m really sorry for the way things ended earlier. I never wanted to hurt you.”  To his intense surprise, Thomas smiled a bit.

“You know what,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s okay. I mean, it was just a kiss, right? I kind of overreacted. I mean, I’m over it.”

John watched the two converse from afar, unable to hear what they were saying. He noticed that Lafayette held a hand on his shoulder while they watched Thomas laugh at whatever Alexander was saying.

Then, without so much as a warning, Thomas bent down and slowly and tenderly kissed Alexander’s cheek. John’s jaw dropped and Lafayette’s grip on his shoulder tightened as he subconsciously began to walk towards the scene. Why was Thomas kissing Alexander if he knew he was with John?

There was only one explanation that made sense in John’s head: Thomas didn’t know.

“Oh, hell no,” John muttered as Hercules assisted Lafayette by placing a hand on John’s other shoulder.

They watched as Thomas ended the kiss, shifting back to look at Alexander. And the longer he looked, the worse things seemed to get. Then John remembered: the hickeys on Alexander’s jaw. Thomas’s face twisted from a contented expression to one of pain to one of intense anger. John, Lafayette, and Hercules watched as Thomas gestured angrily to Alexander’s jawline then to John. As his voice rose, they could make out snippets of what he was saying.

“Goddammit, do you know how fucking embarrassing this is for me?…You’re a fucking asshole…We haven’t even been apart for a week…whore…fucking John? Already?…fuck off…”

They watched as Thomas’s friend James flew to his side, apologizing profusely for something. He was also berating Alexander, who stood by expressionless.

“Fuck, guys, let me go!” John said, breaking free of his friends’ grasp and rushing to Alexander’s side just in case. Things were heating up pretty fast and he wasn’t exactly sure how Alex would hold up in a fight.

“Oh, and here comes the dirty little mistress now,” Thomas spat, gesturing towards John. “Do you have any shame whatsoever, or are you just that thirsty?”

“Thomas, leave John the fuck out of this,” Alexander muttered defensively.

“It’s fine, Lex,” John said without taking his eyes off of Thomas. “He’s drunk as hell.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas said to no one in particular.

“Come on, Thomas,” James said quietly, tugging on his jacket. “Let’s just go.”

Thomas jerked away from his friend and continued to glare at Alexander and John, eyes filled with anger.

Before John could turn and pull Alexander away from the confrontation, Alexander stepped forward and looked up so he was as close to Thomas’s face as he could get.

“In case you forgot,” Alexander growled. “You dumped me. I didn’t ask for that, Thomas. I told you the truth because I made a mistake and I didn’t want you to find out another way. You made the choice to end it. Not me.”

And then everything happened at once. Thomas’s fist was in the air and he punched Alexander square in the jaw—right where John’s hickeys were—and Alexander fell past John onto the ground gasping in pain and John cried out as Hercules and Lafayette sprinted across the room, kneeling to the ground at his side.

Alexander’s eyes fluttered as he saw stars, dizzy with what was surely the most intense pain he’d ever felt. He vaguely noticed that he was falling as the room silenced around him. He heard Thomas, as if through a tunnel, say, “Add that to your little collection of bruises,” before he walked away. He registered that he was on the floor when Lafayette and Hercules surrounded him, closely followed by John and the rest of the people in the house. His vision went spotty as he felt Lafayette gently lift his head and place it in his lap. He heard someone say, “He needs an ambulance,” and John say, “Oh my god, Alex,” and Hercules say, “He’s going to pass out,” before everything around him went black and the pain subsided.

#FAN.ART. PLEASE>#ttfou #to the four of us

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 17th February 2019

We have a new #1, and a very busy week before the BRITs. Let’s get on with it.

Top 10

As I said, there’s a new #1 hit today on the UK Singles Chart – for its first week on both the #1 spot and the chart overall (Yup, it is a debut), it’s “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored” by Ariana Grande, becoming her 18th Top 40 hit and fifth #1 (Second to debut at the spot this year). This is because of her incredibly successful thank u, next album, which was the most-streamed album of all time for a female artist, and is currently occupying all top three spots on the Billboard Hot 100 in America. Now that’s impressive, although it did sell a bit less than I thought at more than 300k+... also the album sucked, it was a strong four at best. I’ll talk more about it later.

This means that Ariana Grande has blocked herself at #1, in fact has pushed herself off, as “7 rings” is down a spot to number-two.

Surprisingly, Lewis Capaldi enters the top three with “Someone You Loved”, up six spots to number-three. The album’s out soon so expect this to hit the top.

Sam Smith and Normani’s “Dancing with a Stranger” is down one space to number-four.

At number-five is where Mabel stays since last week, with “Don’t Call Me Up”.

Calvin Harris and Rag’n’Bone Man’s “Giant” is down two spaces to number-six.

Also down one space to number-seven is “Wow.” by Post Malone.

Now we have our second top 10 debut by Ariana Grande, “needy”, also from the album thank u, next. It’s at number-eight, and is Grande’s 19th Top 40 hit and 12th Top 10 hit. We’ll talk more about it later.

Unfortunately due to Grande and Capaldi, two good songs are barely hanging on at the end of the top 10. Mark Ronson and Miley Cyrus’ “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart” is down one space to number-nine.

Billie Eilish’s “bury a friend” is also down three spaces to #10, rounding off our top 10.

Climbers

Well, there’s more than I expected to be on this week specifically, but there’s not all too many. “Going Bad” by Meek Mill and Drake is up five spots to #13, probably because of the video, while possibly due to awards season, Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper’s “Shallow” is also up five spots to #21, “Grace” by Lewis Capaldi is up 14 spaces to #26. Then we have recent debuts like “Swervin” by A Boogie wit da Hoodie featuring 6ix9ine up seven spots to #27, “a lot” by 21 Savage featuring J. Cole up seven spots to #29 and “i’m so tired...” by LAUV and Troye Sivan up six spaces to #33, all of which I’m rooting for.

Fallers

I expected a LOT of these due to the sheer amount of new arrivals (There’s seven), and I mean, eh, we got some, mostly due to streaming cuts though. After a couple weeks, the UK Singles Chart makes the importance of streaming in a song’s chart placement lessen, if that makes sense, and this has happened to “Sweet but Psycho” by Ava Max down nine spaces to #11, Post Malone and Swae Lee’s Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse cut “Sunflower” down 13 spaces to #23, and potentially “Without Me” by Halsey down 11 spots to #28, this week. Otherwise, well, we have the fortunate five-space fall for “Undecided” by Chris Brown to #25, and falls for The Weeknd and Gesaffelstein with “Lost in the Fire” down 11 spaces to #35, as well as Kehlani and Ty Dolla $ign’s “Nights Like This” down eight spots to #38. I’m almost sad that song didn’t drop 15 spaces so I could make one of those awful quips about Ty Dolla $ign serving 15 years in prison for cocaine possession.

Dropouts

Streaming cuts also hurt “Close to Me” by Ellie Goulding, Diplo and Swae Lee, out from #27 (Peaking at #17), while “One Kiss” by Calvin Harris and Dua Lipa is out from #38 (Peaking at #1) – about time. Oh, I might as well say that whilst “thank u, next” by Ariana Grande did drop out from #28 (Peaking at #1), it’s not because it’s less popular now, it’s because that there are at least three more popular songs from the thank u, next album, and that’s all the UK Singles Chart allows at once. This is a good rule because it prevents album bombs, but it means the chart is less accurate in actually showing what people are listening to. I bet that song comes back next week anyway. Oh, and there’s more drop-outs: We have “Leave Me Alone” by Flipp Dinero out from #38 (Peaking at #30), “Saturday Nights” by Khalid out from #35 (Peaking at #31) and “18HUNNA” by Headie One and Dave out from #32 (Peaking at #6). These are all premature, so expect these come back, or at least one of them. Fredo’s “All I Ever Wanted” featuring Dave is out from #15 (Peaking at #15) after the album’s hype died down, whilst streaming cuts have pushed both “Hold My Girl” by George Ezra out from #23 (Peaking at #8) and “ZEZE” by Kodak Black featuring Offset and Travis Scott out from #21 (Peaking at #7) off the chart.

Returning Entries

The only returning entry this week is due to the tragic death of rapper Cadet at 25, whose passing has caused his song with Deno Driz, “Advice”, to return at #36. Rest in peace. Now, on a lighter note, here are our returning entries:

NEW ARRIVALS

#40 – “Thotiana” – Blueface

Hell yeah, Blueface, baby. Okay, so you know Blueface, don’t even say you don’t – you’re a filthy liar if so, because he has been all over the Internet due to viral videos of him rapping, because he doesn’t tend to rap conventionally, and he often has funny one-liners. There are purposeful off-beat moments throughout his songs, especially “Deadlocs”, but it’s mostly just inspiration from people like E-40 who would rap in a different way when they came across a beat that fit their unorthodox flow. Anyways, despite his most on-beat song to date, “Bleed It”, being an obvious contender for breakout hit, it seems like “Thotiana” has got the most traction, and hence, here it is. It’s been in the top 40 in the US for a couple weeks, and has got remixes from Desiigner, YG and even Cardi B (Who, by the way, absolutely kills it with an outrageous and hilarious verse, which I unfortunately can’t repeat any lines from because Tumblr might flag me with an adult content restriction – yeah, they’re that nasty). Despite that, it seems to be that the original version is the one that landed in the top 40. It’s obviously his first hit, and, to be honest, I love it to death. It’s barely two minutes and only consists of gliding pianos and smooth keys under a West Coast beat (With some banging percussion), as well as a slightly shrill synth, yet it feels so full, probably because of Blueface and all his ad-libs, including the iconic “Yeah, aight”. The hook is insanely catchy and beyond the meme, Blueface’s flow is great, somewhat complex at points and borders on spoken word in his verse, with so many references of what he says being “on the gang” that you’d think he has a verbal tic. This probably isn’t his funniest or most memorable song but it is a damn great one. Oh, but there’s also this:

Ain’t no runnin’, Thotiana, you gon’ take these damn strokes

Uh, yeah, well, um... Yikes, okay, I’m just going to leave it there. Great song, check it out. Check out the Cardi B remix though, it’s even better.

#37 – “Breathe” – CamelPhat and Cristoph featuring Jem Cooke

Damn, CamelPhat, I love these guys. Every song they’ve released that hit the charts has been some of the best EDM I’ve heard come out of the UK electronic scene in years, and they know how to make a fun, catchy dance song feel cinematic and in the case of songs like “Cola” with Elderbrook, almost avant-garde. A lot of UK dance by more obscure names has hit the charts last year, and impressed me as well, especially Loud Luxury, so I’m excited to see what CamelPhat have got up their sleeves this time for their third top 40 hit, and the first for Cristoph and Jem Cooke.

Yeah, so, this feels oddly 90s at the start, with those nice warm synths, then the indie-pop singer of the week comes in with her raspy voice covered in reverb, with pretty much no build-up before we get to a deep bassline and finger-snaps come in, almost like a sped-up Chicago house beat. The beat increases in intensity with a higher pitched bass as the chorus comes in but there’s not really a drop, just a continuation of the instrumental, because it still feels restrained and isolated, despite the theatricality of the whole ordeal, and that really fits the title because it’s an anxious song, and it takes a damn long while for that tension release to come in. Unlike “breathin” by Ariana Grande from last year, that was also about anxiety and self-help, this isn’t repetitive to a fault, rather while Jem Cooke yells at herself that she needs her to breathe again, the beat is almost like a train pushing down the tracks and the finale climax when her vocals echo, “Again, again, again, again”, is the train hitting her and killing her. Grande’s song was a pump-up anthem but this is just a pure burst of self-frustration hurled at the listener, and while it’s nowhere near as good as “Panic Room” in expressing panic, isolation and anxiety (Yeah, it is kind of a retread), this is still pretty great.

#34 – “Who Do You Love” – The Chainsmokers featuring 5 Seconds of Summer

Oh, these seven guys again. Look, I like enough of both of these artists’ songs to give them a pass, but a collaborative single between the two is just a mediocrity sandwich. It’s not going to be anything interesting or new or even worthwhile, it’s just going to be a two-dude EDM duo producing for one dude called Luke or something with four other dudes (Who supposedly play instruments on any of their singles – yeah, right). This is the Chainsmokers’ ninth top 40 single in the UK and 5 Seconds of Summer’s ninth as well, and it kind of sucks. What a surprise. We start off promising with distorted piano, a deep 808 bass and what sounds like a high-pitched, siren-like guitar, with Luke crooning, until... it has an acoustic breakdown in which Luke has too many vocal effects put onto him for it to work, and he sounds too fast, like a lot of these EDM guys make people sound like... until, that weak drop with an unfitting build-up. It just sounds like all five seconds saying “Blam-blam, hoopty-doopty, doo-doo” in unison over some cloudy synths and an ugly bass wobble. I know that’s the point, but this song is supposed to be taken seriously, and I don’t think any of the seven dudes involved noticed that at any point. Chainsmokers, guys, you’ll never top “Everybody Hates Me” (Note that their best song isn’t supposed to be taken seriously... or at least I hope not). Blech, I hope this goes away, this really is not worth any staying power.

#30 – “Just You and I” – Tom Walker

Both this and his other song, “Leave a Light On”, were featured in advertisements, boosting their place on the charts. This one has an album attached to it. That should tell you all you need to know about boring singer-songwriter, Tom Walker, trying to get on that “Genuine white guitarist man” money that Rag’n’Bone Man and Ed Sheeran currently store in the safe, although unlike those two, he’s more electronic and more plastic. He’s a rip-off? Yeah. Is he an industry plant? I mean, I don’t like that term, but it sure seems like it. If not, he’s just marketed perfectly. Anyway, this song is his second top 40 hit and some fake acoustic guitar and fake handclaps complement Tom Walker’s slightly nasal and... mildly urban-Irish (???) voice and the piano... and yeah, no, it doesn’t exist. I hear this song and nothing witty is produced, there’s nothing of interest in my brain, I feel like my ears have just had a long string of nothing twisted through them. The “Drop” is just a chorus, this time, although it still feels like a drop because Walker isn’t saying anything of interest. Oh, yeah, and the two parts of the chorus feel really jankily attached, it’s like two halves of a chorus put together. Next.

#16 – “Talk” – Khalid and Disclosure

Oh, hey, a great song by two amazing artists, that’s good to see. So, this is R&B singer Khalid’s tenth UK Top 40 hit and Disclosure’s sixth, and it’s funky, smooth and fun as hell. It starts with a synth that is ripped straight from the 80s, then some keys come in and a clap, until Khalid starts singing with that sultry voice, although it’s in a higher-pitched and more emotive falsetto this time, with a slightly off-kilter bass when partnered with the synths, almost reminding me of future bass. Khalid sounds absolutely fantastic over this beautiful instrumental, with all the extra touches like the drum pattern finishing off with a repeated snare, kick and bass hit at the end of the chorus as a climax, the extra synth melodies added throughout the chorus that give the song so much more “Oomph” and groove to it. The song is joyful, danceable and I don’t care about what the lyrics say at all, but since I clearly don’t have all that much to say about the song other than “This is gorgeous and amazing and brilliant”, I might as well say that the subject matter may be unfitting, because it’s about having a talk about where the relationship is going, which isn’t necessarily as smooth, cute and glamorous as the song could paint it out to be, but there definitely is that off-kilter and quirky vibe to it that does add that sense of panic, despite how mostly chilled it is. That works well, actually. Yeah, check this out because this is the best song either of these guys have put out. If this has longevity in the US, it’s a contender for the top of my best list, because I doubt anything better will come along. Perhaps “bury a friend” and “a lot” could end up there? Who knows? It’s shaping up to be a pretty good year, though, so we’ll see.

#8 – “needy” – Ariana Grande

Ariana Grande finally finds her sound after years and four albums of having the inability to be cohesive or unique, years and years of having a wasted voice due to cluttered, messy and generic instrumentals provided to her by producers who don’t know what they’re doing, and... her albums still suck. Well, her fifth album is a disappointment, yes, and it’s also incredibly mediocre. It lacks a lot of substance, is inconsistent (It either has too much polish or not enough), has a few irritating instrumentals like “bloodline”, as well as once again, it has Grande’s great voice being put to the side due to light-weight trap beats like “7 rings”, for which Grande is forced to lose all of her natural charisma in order to fit on. There, that’s what I think of the album. Now, “needy” is not one of the worst on the album, but it is bad, and you can tell that right off the jump with its over-simplistic, toy-box melody that starts it off, and gets irritating quick, with not enough drowning it out. I like the pre-chorus, it’s pretty cool, but the finger-snaps are fake and pointless, with the borderline doo-wop vocals in the background adding nothing but volume. Someone tell Ariana Grande that her “Yuh” ad-libs should never be used again, please. They worked in “God is a woman”, but that’s the only time they worked, and will ever work. The subject matter is decent here, but I don’t think the beat fits it – because it doesn’t have a beat, really, there’s barely any percussion, and then it has an abrupt, pointless orchestral outro. Yeah, you can tell this album was finished in two weeks. It has a lot of moments like that.

#1 – “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored” – Ariana Grande

Fitting title. Okay, so what’s the need for build-up, am I right? When it works, over-whelming the listener with the beat immediately crashing in is great. That’s when it has build-up, it never works when it’s just the song starting with bass and percussion immediately, without much reason. No, it doesn’t make sense in the context of the album either, because the song before it fades out. Anyway, so over a weak, discount Playboi Carti type beat with the flute (???) mixed so low that it essentially doesn’t exist, Grande raps with a rather concerning accent considering the blackfishing controversy, biting freaking Quadeca’s flow (I know - Out of all people?), with again, those cringeworthy ad-libs placed in empty spaces. Then it cuts to 16-bit chiptune pianos that aren’t used throughout the song, just in this section, for the pre-chorus, it just feels kind of worthless to have this here, it’s like it’s part of another song they spliced in (A better song, may I add). Oh, and that chorus is sickeningly annoying. I don’t care about the lyricism here as much as I should (Because it is pretty douchey, at least on the surface), but she sounds nasal with that elongated syllable melody that makes me just coil. I don’t like the backing vocals or echoes, either, sorry for the nitpicking but they feel like quick edits just to fill in empty space, especially that male “Hey” (or “Care”, or “Yeah”, I can’t tell), it’s added abruptly and cuts the beat out for no reason. The bridge wouldn’t be bad without that incessant and constant percussion pounding through it. I shouldn’t be this negative, Grande’s performance is okay, I guess, but, damn, this is awful. It doesn’t develop or even end properly, it feels like a bonus track on the standard version – because, yes, somehow this is what they chose as a fitting climax to the record. What a waste of studio time, and what a bad #1. Listen, UK, I didn’t like “7 rings” either, but at least it wasn’t this.

Conclusion

Man, I feel bad for doing so but Ariana Grande gets Worst of the Week for “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored”, and screw it, Dishonourable Mention for “needy”. Nothing else is all that bad, so the Chainsmokers get away scot-free here, with Honourable Mention being tied and going to both Blueface for “Thotiana” and CamelPhat, Cristoph and Jem Cooke for “Breathe”. Best of the Week should be pretty obvious, but yeah, it’s going to Khalid and Disclosure for “Talk”. See you next week.

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