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Mechtober prompt 19/day 19-Headcanons

i didn't get to my inhuman mechs headcanons in htis one like i initially planned, but i'd love to hear your inhuman mechs headcanons!! even just your regular mechanisms headcanons!! tell me all ur mechs thoughts,,,

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Lyfrassir Edda's Very Confusing New... Friends? - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

tw; mentioned torture, mentioned death, a bit of discussion about brian's backstory, i think that's it? but if there's something u need/want me to tag feel free!!

Lyfrassir was new to the crew of the starship Aurora, the Mechanisms. The space pirates had taken them in when their ship was breaking down and their food stores were running low. Lyfrassir was not aware that the crew offering them rescue was the same one that those damned three prisoners talked about all the time until after they’d been on the ship for a day and Raphaella had scrounged their ship for parts. So now, they were effectively stranded in deep space with the Mechanisms. The bird-like woman had claimed to not realize that it was their ship, said that she assumed Aurora just brought it on for scrap metal, but what’s done is done.

Naturally, they’d been doing their best to avoid the space pirates, but there wasn’t much to do on the ship Aurora besides get lost in her–strangely large quantities of hallways, or hide in the room that the crew had offered them. And after running out of things to do by themselves and running out of creative ways to steal alcohol without anyone noticing, well, there wasn’t much left for them to do but start interacting with the Mechanisms. They didn’t like it, but at least they weren’t bored anymore.

This was the first band practice they were sitting in on, though. It was only Brian, Tim, The Toy Soldier, and Ashes at the moment, as the other four were causing havoc elsewhere on the ship. Lyfrassir really didn’t want to know what they were up to.

In the meantime, the four currently in front of Lyf were practicing a set that Brian had called ‘High Noon Over Camelot’. Out of everyone on the Aurora, Lyfrassir probably liked Brian the most so far. Other than Aurora herself, of course. She was generally very kind, when she wasn’t leading them down nonexistent hallways and getting them lost for hours on end.

But Brian was calm, collected, and generally very kind. Even if he was oftentimes brutally honest and unflinching in voicing his assessment of things–and even if he still on occasion shot the rest of the crew dead for seemingly no reason besides to get some peace and quiet. He was kind of confusing, in that manner, but to them he had been nothing but kind—outside of the moments of brutal honesty.

And, to top it all off, he had a lovely singing voice.

“Deep within the depths of the Station, You’ll find the key that brings your salvation

So take your seat, the one they warn you from Galahad

Be strong it’s visions may overwhelm, But they won’t steer you wrong,

Follow them through to your fate…”

The drumbot hummed, staring down at his banjo and readjusting the prongs, when the question popped into their mind and forced its way out of their throat.

“What did you actually tell them?” Lyfrassir asked, causing all four of the space pirates to turn to them. The blanched, suddenly self conscious and aware that that could’ve been a very wrong thing to say, but they continued forward. “The people on the space station, Fort Galfridian right? What did you actually tell them, of the… futures, you saw?”

There was a pause, and Ashes looked to Brian warily, something that Lyf was starting to assume meant concern on their face, while Tim continued to stare at them unblinkingly like they asked a foolish question. The Toy Soldier was swinging its head between Brian and Ashes, as if it was unsure what it was to do next.

“I told them what we put in the song,” Brian said, eventually. “Exactly what it was–Marius helped me write it down and figure out the exact tune for it.”

Lyfrassir blinked slowly at Brian. “…Really?”

Brian nodded, slow and creaking. “I believe I’ve always had dreams that show me things, the future or the past. Whenever I try to explain those dreams, to the people involved or too specifically, all that leaves my voice is a song that only confuses everyone around me. I don’t think it has anything to do with how Carmilla wired my brain and voice box, either. It’s always been like that, I believe. That was part of the reason I was called a witch, when I was launched into space, I think… I don’t remember too clearly. The responses were different, but my lines are as honest as our storytelling is probably capable of getting. We embellish a lot, after all, skim over things that couldn’t make a good song or would just drag the story out unnecessarily. A lot of the details get left out as we write.” Brian reached up and rubbed his neck tentatively, eyebrows furrowing as he continued. “It makes it really hard to take someone seriously if they’re just belting nonsensical songs at you, so people never really listen to the things I warn about. I tend to keep my mouth shut because of that, but sometimes I still feel the need to try. I… Galahad was one of the only ones who listened to me in a while, besides the Crew. And even then, you all aren’t the best listeners. You shrug me off and decide to do things anyway because it’ll be more ‘fun’, and then you end up dying over and over for half a century or worse–”

“It was one time,” Tim protested weakly. She had turned from staring Lyf down, to finding the neck of her guitar very interesting. “The torture wasn’t even that bad. Kinda boring, honestly.”

“But it still happened,” Brian said, turning to stare at Tim. “Because you didn’t listen to me. The only time recently where any of you listened to me about something I Saw was when we were passing Yggdrasil, and yet Marius and Ivy and Raph still went investigating anyway despite the fact that I was practically incoherent for days after that Dream.”

“They did still listen about leaving before the train came, though,” Tim pointed out, not looking at the drumbot.

“Barely– it’s– this isn’t the time to have this kind of discussion. We were supposed to be practicing High Noon.” Brian turned his attention back to his banjo, a clump of strands of copper hair fell in front of his eyes, and Brian quickly brushed them away.

Lyfrassir felt kind of awful. “I’m sorry,” they said. “I didn’t– I wasn’t thinking when I asked that. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t blame you,” Brian answered, “Marius says my music has a way of drawing things out from people. I think it’s all of us, but Marius just gets a look about him when I say that and shrugs. I tend to listen to him about that kind of thing, he’s a lot more in tune with stories than we give him credit for sometimes. Besides, I know you didn’t mean any real harm by it. You just didn’t know what you were asking.”

“…Back to work, then?” Ashes suggested, and Brian and Tim both nodded. The Toy Soldier clapped its wooden hands together.

“My! That Was Quite A Speech, Would You Desire Some Tea, Old Chap?” the wooden doll turned to Brian, who nodded.

“Actually, that’d– that’d be kind of nice TS. Thank you.”

“Of Course! I Shall Get Some For You As Well, Mx. Lyfrassir! I’ll Be But A Moment.” The Soldier patted Lyf on the shoulder, before darting off to make a quick spot of tea, while Lyf tried to swallow the lump in their throat.

“Do you want to move onto ‘Skin And Bone’ for a while, Ashes?” Tim asked.

“Sure, we could all use a distraction I think.” The arsonist shrugged, and the three Mechanisms returned to their practicing, The Toy Soldier joining in quickly after it had made its tea.

—--

Lyfrassir was sitting alongside Brian on the bridge, as the metal pilot navigated through an asteroid belt. They were fidgeting with the knitting hooks they’d ‘borrowed’ from Marius, as an octokitten swatted at the yarn in their lap with its weird paw-like tentacles. Lyf glanced at Brian as he tucked some of his hair behind his ear. He was incredibly focused, on the abyss outside, which made sense. He did have to worry about asteroids.

Aurora beeped and slammed a door.

“Just– give me a second, ‘Rora.” Brian’s voice was distant. “We’re almost through.” Aurora sighed, warm air blowing through the bridge from loud fans, ruffling Lyf’s braids and Brian’s hair, knocking his hat off of his head as well. Brian sighed, but didn’t move to pick up the fallen hat, leaving it laying sadly on the floor. Lyfrassir glanced between it and the pilot, before returning to their knitting. Eventually, they were out of the asteroid field, and the pilot relaxed, slumping in his seat. He still hadn’t picked up his hat.

Brian, after several minutes, reached up and tucked the hair that had fallen in his face again behind his ear.

“Do you– want me to braid your hair?” they asked, finally. The noise startled Brian out of his haze, the brass man jumping slightly before turning his head to face Lyf, staring blankly at them for a few moments.

“Ah– you– you don’t need to, Lyf? It’s… It’s fine. I’m– you don’t need to.”

“I want to, though– uh…” Lyf coughed into their hand and turned away, face burning as they decidedly did not look at him. “It’s always getting in your eyes… And it’s long enough that I could do some– ah, some fun hairstyles.” They were pretty sure their face was an even darker shade of purple, they were blushing so hard. “I won’t if you don’t want to.”

Brian didn’t respond for a moment, and Lyfrassir assumed that was that. And then, “Okay.”

Lyfrassir whipped their head around so fast they might’ve given themself whiplash. “Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Brian’s face was a bright red. “You can braid my hair.”

Lyf swallowed thickly, and nodded. “Okay.”

Brian moved from his pilot’s seat, to the ground in front of Lyfrassir. They set their knitting to the side and began by running their hands through his copper hair, making their way through the knots slowly. “You uh, won’t have to worry about hair ties either,” Brian said, taking some of his hair and wrapping it around his fingers. He pulled the coil up and it continued standing up. “My hair can just– stay as it’s styled, if enough of it’s clumped together. Usually, anyway. The Crew… They– the Crew likes to mess with this and shit. If I take a nap, sometimes I wake up with wild hairstyles. One time, TS made it into a swan and its baby swans. It was kind of cute, honestly.”

Lyfrassir chuckled at the image of Brian walking around with swan-shaped hair. “The Toy Soldier is… Something, certainly.”

“Yeah.” Brian sighed, relaxing into Lyf’s touch as they started splitting his hair into several strands. “We love it, though. It wouldn’t be the Toy Soldier if it wasn’t a little off. We all are, after all. Probably something to do with how we became the Mechs.”

“Oh?” Lyf wasn’t paying too much attention to what Brian was saying, focusing on braiding his hair.

“Yeah– you uh, you see it most with Marius, I think. And, well, me, but Marius is the one you see it most in who’s still made mostly out of flesh. He’s… 87% flesh, whereas I’m like… 10% flesh, because of my heart.”

“Is that why von Raum is so… annoying? Is his arm why he can just– summon violins from nowhere?”

“Oh, no, according to him that was something he could do even before he was Marius. But, well, Marius lies a lot, so maybe it is his mechanism.”

“So the mystery continues…”

“Raph’s been trying to figure it out for ages and has literally no idea. So take that as you will.”

“Hm…” Lyf furrowed their eyebrows, and grabbed some of Brian’s hair to start including it in the intricate braid they were slowly forming, when they saw something… odd, on the back of Brian’s neck. Lyfrassir frowned, and lightly touched the area around the– what looked like a switch, on the back of the pilot’s neck.

Brian tensed, freezing at the soft touch of Lyf’s fingers. “Ah- don’t touch it, please? I like the mode I’m on right now. I’ll– if I need to switch it I’ll ask.”

Lyf nodded, pulling their hand away. “Right, yes sorry…”

A few moments passed in silence, as Lyfrassir continued to work. “You can ask, you know. I don’t mind explaining.”

Lyf bit their lip, but nodded, despite the fact that they knew Brian couldn’t see them. “Okay… What– what is it?” they asked.

“It’s– have you heard any of the others say ‘MJE’ or ‘EJM’ around me?” They answered with a noncommittal hum, and Brian continued. “They’re referencing that switch. Ends Justify Means or Means Justify Ends. Fun or Boring, according to the Crew. When Dr. Carmilla made me, she implanted that switch in the back of my neck. It’s, most simply, a morality switch. It doesn’t exactly change how I view the world, but it does change how I interact with it. Please don’t ah, please don’t flip it if I don’t ask? Raph’s been working on making it less so, but whenever it’s flipped it’s… It’s not a pleasant experience for me, personally.”

Lyfrassir nodded again. “I won’t, promise. Although that is… An odd thing to give someone.”

“Don’t think too hard about it, Lyf. It’d only give you a headache.”

Lyf hummed in response. “Is– is that why your hair is so long? To hide it?” They hadn’t seen it until now, and besides a few jokes or comments here and there from the other Mechanisms, hadn’t heard anything about it. If it was truly as unpleasant as he said, it would make sense if Brian just didn’t want to talk or think about it.

Brian, however, laughed at that. Loud and bright, it did… odd things to Lyf’s heart. “No, no, uh. I just like the long hair. It’s warm, and it gives the others a fidget toy. Besides, I uh, I feel pretty? With long hair. While I was strung up in Camelot, it was actually kind of ridiculous how long it had gotten. Sometimes I cut it, but I normally never let it get shorter than just above my shoulders.”

“Oh,” Lyfrassir responded. “Huh. Well… Your hair is very pretty, and very braidable. Even then, though, we’re probably going to be here a while. You have a lot of hair.”

“That’s okay,” Brian said. “I like the company. Aurora isn’t as much of a conversationalist as she used to be.” At that moment, she decided to slam her doors and blow cold air into the room. Brian laughed again. “I’m just being honest, ‘Rora! It’s wrong to lie!” Aurora huffed and blew a stream of cold air at Brian, which just caused him to laugh again. Lyf smiled a bit.

“I don’t know, she seems plenty conversational to me,” they said. Aurora creaked in appreciation, blowing warm air at Lyfrassir’s face.

“Would you like some songs while you work, Lyf?” Brian asked. “I keep a banjo in here, just for when I’m bored.”

“I– sure, I suppose. Play away, Brian.”

The drumbot nodded, and reached over to where a banjo was skillfully hidden under his pilot’s chair. He settled back in, and began to play.

—--

“Aurora?” Lyf sighed, after turning into the same nondescript hallway for the fifth time. They couldn’t keep doing this, they had just wanted to get a snack. “Where am I?”

A screen appeared on one of the walls, as Aurora creaked and the fans whirred in a way that Lyf was starting to understand was usually laughter. They walked closer to the screen anyway. ‘You are in one of my hallways :]’ the screen read. Lyfrassir sighed.

“Yes, I’m aware that this is one of your hallways. Where am I in relation to the kitchen?”

A map appeared, showing that the kitchen was three floors above them. They furrowed their eyebrows, one set of eyes darting around while the other continued to stare at the map. They could’ve sworn that the kitchen was below where the O’Neil Rings connected to the main ship, not above. And furthermore, Lyfrassir couldn’t see any easy ways to get upstairs on the map. There were only pathways that led to other places on this floor, or down into the bowels of the ship.

“Aurora?”

‘Yes? :]’ flashed on the screen, above the map.

“How am I supposed to get to the kitchen? How do you have so many floors and passageways in the first place?”

‘I like to feel tall.’

Just as she said it, the map changed again and a new doorway appeared not far from where Lyf was currently standing. “You’re a rocketship,” they pointed out, “you’re already tall.” However, as far as they knew, there was no way that she should’ve had the space for all of the rooms and all of the hallways that existed inside of her. The O’Neil Rings themselves were confusing–it seemed like they appeared and disappeared out of existence. Lyf still wasn’t sure how exactly they were even connected to the ship, how they could walk from their room into a hallway that led into the main body of Aurora without any main connection points for the rings, at least none that Lyf had seen.

‘You should head to the kitchen before I decide to remove the stairs again, Navigator,’ Aurora wrote out. ‘Otherwise you might miss your chance. :]’

They sighed, and started walking towards the door that had appeared. They were never going to understand this starship.

—--

“Mx. Lyfrassir!” The Toy Soldier called. Lyf… didn’t know where exactly it came from. But it might have simply appeared–they were getting used to it doing that.

“Ah, hello, Soldier…” Lyfrassir turned to face the wooden thing.

“I Have Something I Wish To Present You With!” It exclaimed, smiling brightly and, somehow, blankly at the same time. They supposed that was to do with the fact that it was made of wood, and had a limited expression range due to that.

“Oh?” They responded. “What is it?”

The Toy Soldier clapped excitedly, grabbed their hand, and pulled them along to its room–which only further confused the former-Inspector. When the pair arrived at the Toy’s room, there was a tea party set up. This was not unusual, Lyf had learned pretty quickly that when it wasn’t whittling or patrolling the hallways or engaging in a game of Murder Hide and Seek or Murder Tag with the others, it was either practicing the mandolin or the glockenspiel, or more likely it was hosting a tea party with whoever it decided was its victim of the day.

“What’s this for, Toy?” Lyf asked, raising an eyebrow, their two sets of eyes split between focusing on the tea party and The Toy Soldier.

The doll walked into its room and gestured to the beautifully decorated–probably porcelain?–tea pot at the center of the party. “I Have A Gift For You!”

Lyfrassir blinked slowly at the wooden figure. “…What?”

“The Tea Set! It Is A Gift For You, I Have Sets For Every Member Of The Crew, And You’re Crew Now! Do You Like It?”

“I, uh…” Lyf walked closer, and examined the tea pot. The base color was a shiny black, and it was decorated with bubbles of rainbow and silvers and golds that made the pot look like it was painted with an oil spill. And on top of that, brilliantly colorful and shiny beetles encircled the width of the pot’s belly.

“Jewel Beetles,” The Toy Soldier said, pointing at the bugs. “They’re From Earth And Terra, But I Believe There Were Similar Bugs Found On Alfheim, And You Said One Of Your Mothers Was From Alfheim! I Thought It Was A Nice Touch, And The Colors Match That Which Paint You And Yggdrasil’s Remains. They’re Also On The Cups!”

The cups were equally extravagant, with the same base oil-spill design, with three beetles decorating the circumference of the cup. The lip was covered in silver-gilt, and the handles were carefully painted with Old Norse Runes. The plates that the cups were sat on included the same runes, and the same oil-spill design and silver-gilt lips.

“I… Toy- I… Thank you, Toy Soldier. You didn’t need to.”

“Whatever Do You Mean, Old Bean?” The Toy Soldier tilted its head, staring at them. “You’re Crew Now, Old Bean! And Everyone In The Crew Has Their Own Tea Set. And That Includes You, Now.”

“I’m not immortal like you all,” Lyf reminded the wooden thing.

“That Doesn’t Matter! You’re Crew Whether You Like It Or Not, And I’d Rather Say We Should Get On With Our Tea Party Before The Tea Gets Too Cold!”

The Soldier Sat down at the slightly too short table, beginning to pour two cups of tea. Lyf nodded, and followed its lead. “Thank you, TS.”

“Of Course, Old Bean!”

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realityisweird101 · 3 months ago

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My Heart is Yours, Do With it as You Wish. (Pt.1)

toxic drake - one-sided drake - drew angst - 2.8k words

cws: mentions of sh (not depicted), mentions of sewerslide (ex: 'it would be better if he wasn't here', 'he just wants to die', 'without ___ he's nothing'), obsession, mentions of violence (nothing really happens), major mood swings, BPD, throwing up, depression, edd, not taking care of oneself rly, implied underage drinking

aka: batshit crazy drew. ur welcome!!<3

Drew's never gotten the ideal of getting friends. Sure, they were amusing, but Drew never felt anything with other people his age.

So he tried. He really did, he tried making a connection, and it worked, since he had friends, but it didn't feel as nice as everyone said it did. Liam and Henry—they were funny people, sure. Drew liked being friends with them, but only a miniscule amount more than everyone else his age.

But—those…freaks. They made Drew feel something other than just tolerance, which was how he felt about almost everyone else. They made his eyes roll, his teeth clench, his smirk turn from just smugness to full on cockyness.

And so Drew made sure they hated him, so he had a reason to hate them.

It was better than just…nothing, after all. So, he became some sort of bully, which wasn't his goal, but it still made that purple-haired weirdo hate him, and so the rest did as well.

But…but then—

Drew's eyes caught chocolate brown ones. They were warm—so warm, and Drew loved them.

Jake.

Jake Sterling.

That name sounded so right in his brain, occupying it's own space, pushing all unnecessary affairs aside.

Jake.

Jake became his new best friend, and Drew finally understood the ideal of getting a best friend. This…this warmth in his chest was better than anything he had ever felt before. Sure, hatred was better than…whatever he felt before, but happiness felt like fireworks erupting in his stomach, like hot chocolate on a cold, cold day.

Drew supposes that was how he felt before. Cold. With twinges of joy and hatred at times.

So Jake remained his best friend. And the music club remained his enemies. And life went on as it should, with equal amounts of hate and joy, which made his life finally feel complete.

_______

Daisy.

Daisy was a nice person, Drew tolerated her a bit more than everyone else.

(But she was the reason why Jake went away, why he left Drew—left forever.)

Jake liked Daisy. He had an idiotic crush on her, which led him to him leaving Drew, and him joining the music club of all things. But, Jake was still his best friend, so it was fine. It was okay.

_______

“Dreewww! Don't you think about anything other than Jake? Seriously, you're glaring at your lunch as if it killed your grandma. Or Jake, since you probably care about him more than your grandma.” Henry said in a sing-song voice. He was probably joking, but now that Drew thought about it, he never felt anything for anyone else. Sure, he wasn't emotionless, but he didn't particularly care if they broke an arm, or something.

Drew never did care much about his grandma. He had never met her, either, so that was probably it.

…he remembered something his parents said about a dead mother or father, but why would Drew care if he didn't feel anything about it?

“Shut up, Henry. And it's just the fact that he keeps on ditching us to hang out with those…freaks. God, they're probably going to embarrass themselves all over again.” Drew grumbled, picking at the school lunch. It looked gross. Even grosser than usual, and wasn’t that strange.

“If I didn't know better, I would think you're in loove!” Liam snickered, winking seductively, and Drew glared at him.

“No, you idiots. We're just friends, duh.” Drew mumbled. “‘Thought that was what everyone meant.” He mumbled even quieter, afterwards.

“Dude, I get that you're…friends. It's just that you never act like that about Liam and I, and you're practically always obsessing about Jake. It's not really best-friend-esque.” Henry said, taking a sip of his signature lettuce juice, which is…gross, by the way.

“Whatever. I like Jake, I like both of you, I don't like the music freaks, end of discussion.” Drew said, staring at both of them in a way that dared them to disagree.

They changed the subject.

_______

Zoey. Zoey was a strange phenomenon. At first, Drew was convinced he liked her. Maybe it was those brown eyes, or the blonde and pink hair.

Or maybe it was the fact that he could barely piece his memories together, since all the ones without Jake had slipped out of his mind.

…and there were far more memories without Jake than with him, at the time. He had to spend a few days rearranging his memories, since he could barely remember what his own name was.

But, he did care about Zoey, a little bit of happiness which drove him to her. She wasn't nice, but she made the perfect model-girlfriend, so Drew didn't care much.

He did care about her though, he wanted her to be happy, so she didn't know that he wasn't.

But after Jake, Drew's care started to dwindle…

______

“Drew? Drew, what's wrong? Drew?” Liam—Liam? That name sounded wrong.

Jake, saying his name, the way his mouth moved.

Jake, blinking, the way his lashes collided as his eyes closed.

Jake, walking, walking closer to him—

Jake, his Jake—

“Mmph.” Drew…Drew, grumbled. His head felt light, and heavy, although his heart felt lighter. He had a headache, and he…where was Jake?

“Drew, seriously, you're scaring me.” Henry said, sounding concerned. Drew didn't know why they were worried.

And where was Jake?

“Wh't's ‘rong?” Drew mumbled, his words slurring together.

Jake, smiling, the way his teeth shimmered in the sunlight.

Jake, holding a remote controller, how he did a stupid dance to celebrate his win.

Jake, crying, as he poured his guts out to him.

Jake, his Jake, his perfect Jake—

“You—you haven't been to school in days, and you won't text us. Or Jake, and you always text Jake back.” Liam mumbled, and he seemed a bit upset by that fact.

Jake, he didn't text Jake back? Oh. Oh Jake probably hated him, and he couldn't have that—

Where was his phone? Wait. When did he get a phone? Why were they in his house? How did they get into his house? How long had it been?

Jake, brushing his hair.

Jake, hugging him, telling him it would be okay.

Jake, calling him when Drew couldn't breathe—

Jake, his oxygen, his sun, his world—

“Drew, talk to us. Your eyes keep on going hazy—have you even eaten? Have you slept? What's wrong?” Henry tried, his hands on Drew's shoulders, shaking him, and Drew blinked.

“‘M okay. Uh…jus’...tired.” Drew mumbled, and tried keeping the haze of Jake from obscuring his vision.

“Shut up! You're not fine, Drew. You're—you're not anything! You're sitting here, doing God knows what! You're not talking to anyone, not contacting anyone, and you won’t even eat, sleep, or anything!” Liam burst out, and, and—

He had eyebags under his eyes, his usually styled hair was messy—as if someone brushed a hand in it too many times, and he was dressed in only sweatpants and a loose shirt. He looked stressed. But Drew didn't care because Jake—

Drew wanted Jake to hold him. He wanted Jake to love him. He wanted Jake, point blank. He…

…felt a tear roll down his face.

“‘M sorry, okay? I didn't—I'm trying, to be a human, to be real, to be Drew. I'm trying to be alive, to eat, to sleep, to be functional. But nothing matters and I'm trying to find something that matters but the only thing that matters is Jake and he's gone.” Drew gasped out, and he was.

“Drew—Drew. Don't—Don't cry. It's—Jake's not gone, he's here, we're here, aren't we enough?” Henry said, and he had tears streaming down his face. Drew couldn't, he couldn't look at one of his best friends cry like that—

He let himself drift away with the haze, because in the haze there were no heartbroken friends, no aching hearts, no need to be human.

In the haze there was Jake.

And Jake was enough for Drew, better than the world, than the sun, than anything else in the world.

_______

Drew looked at the blonde haired boy beside him, and smiled, wider than he had in a while.

Jake caught his eye, and looked surprised for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up, but smiled back widely, if not wider than Drew.

It made a burst of warmth fill Drew.

Jake was his. He loved Jake. (But not like that, he was a guy. Drew doesn't love guys.)

_______

Drew looked at Jake and Hailey.

Hailey, a stupid freak who had stolen Jake.

Jake looked so happy, he was smiling, he was grinning, he was laughing.

Drew wanted to tear her apart, to rip out her heart, to drive her away.

Jake was happy, he was happier without Drew.

He couldn't be, he wasn't he couldn't—

_______

Drew slammed his back against his bedroom door, glad his parents weren't here, and screamed.

_______

Drew giggled, and stared at the photo in his hand. It was a photo of the ‘Jomies’, and there was Jake and he was smiling.

He looked happy with Drew.

(Not as happy as he was with that freak—)

He scribbled the other faces with black marker.

It was Jake, wasn't it? And he was smiling, and he wasn't with those freaks. Oh, it was Jake, fantastic, wonderful, beautiful Jake.

_______

“Go away, go away, go away, go the fuck AWAY—”

The brown haired boy looked afraid, but left him alone anyways.

_______

Drew didn't want to get up. He didn't want to do anything.

He wanted Jake. He needed Jake, but Jake didn't need him.

Oh, wasn't that funny?

The one, one person Drew loved—loved, wasn't that hilarious?—had left him.

And Drew called him a freak, the final nail in the coffin.

God, Drew couldn't, he couldn't he couldn't breathe he couldn't speak because—

_______

Drew: hi

Liam: drew? drew r u ok? that was heated. r u ok?

Liam: shuld i come ovr?

Drew: no. don't. actually, fuck you.

Liam: ???

Drew: fuck u. if u hadn't stayed with me maybe jake would've stayed. maybe

Liam: drew, dude, ur making no sense.

Drew: i dint care, he's gone, okay? he's GONE. don't you fucking understand? he's gone, liam, he hates me. us.

Liam: drew, pls, are u okay?

Drew: fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.

Drew: he's gone, and ur asking if im okay? he's gone, he's gone, liam.

Drew: go away, fuck you, fuck me, i should've done something. i should've just left the freaks alone because i already felt something and so there was no point and it's all my fucking fault oh god

_______

Jake won the competition.

Drew should feel happy about this.

(He doesn't.)

Maybe something’s wrong with him. He knew something was wrong with him. He just…ignored it, because it didn't matter.

But that was the problem.

Nothing mattered.

Everything felt insignificant. He felt things, but he felt things so minorly that most of the time he could barely manage a smile.

And so—so when he felt an actual emotion, it was overwhelming and he needed—

_______

He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat felt raw—

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Crimson.

The color reminded him of something.

Of freckles, eyes, and soft words.

And disgusting jokes.

But all he could think of was chocolate brown eyes.

Of warm hugs.

Of stupid jokes and stupid haircuts.

Of love.

Something hurt.

Maybe it was his heart.

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Henry: drew? drewy-bear!!!

Drew: ?

Henry: OH HI I DIDNG THINK U WOULD ACTUALLY RESPOND

Henry: haha i mean hello dude

Henry: uve been ghosting us 4 a while now, u okay?

Drew: yeah

Drew: im fine

Henry: we could come over, if u'd like.

Drew: No.

Drew: don't. I'm fine.

Henry: …

Henry: that wasn't a question, dude:)

Henry: we're coming over.

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Drew wrapped bandages around his arms because they were bloody and he didn't know why.

Jake was still gone.

He hadn't texted him, or anything.

Drew felt…he felt…shit—

“Drew! You look like shit!” Henry exclaimed, and Drew jumped. He had a grin on his face, which faltered slightly when he actually looked at Drew. “Really, really fucked up shit.” He added, more concerned that time.

“Yo.” Liam said, looking slightly better than he did the last time Drew saw him. “Oh, you do look like shit. Have you eaten? Or slept? Or showered? It's been like, a week, dude.” Liam asked, and Drew blinked at him.

It felt like much, much longer.

Henry and Liam helped him eat something, and didn't say anything when he couldn't manage anything down.

Henry and Liam helped him take a shower, and brush his teeth.

They helped him re-dye his hair, because his real hair color made him feel antsy.

They helped him clean up his room, which had become a mess.

They helped him go outside. Only for a short walk, but it was something.

They helped him feel human.

They saw his arms, which Drew couldn't clean because he didn't want to see them.

They hid all his sharp items, for a reason Drew couldn't understand.

They played a video game with him.

They stayed the night, and they all had a cuddlefest during the night.

They didn't say anything when he woke up during the night, they didn't say anything when he cried in their arms, they didn't say anything when he couldn't breathe.

(Well, they did say something. But only good things.)

They made him feel human again.

But of course, that just had to get ruined—

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He screamed, he screamed because he needed Jake and he was gone and he screamed and screamed and—

______

He wanted to cry, to cry and cry and die.

Not die. That was a bit too far.

(But he was nothing without Jake, so what was the point in living?)

______

Everything felt hazy.

He took a sip.

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

He took a sip.

Where was he anymore?

He took a sip.

He couldn't remember anything.

He took a sip.

He was outside somewhere, wasn't he?

He took a sip.

“Drew?”

He dropped the bottle.

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Drew opened his eyes, which felt much too heavy. His arms stung—that wasn't good. He couldn't remember what happened last night, but his head was throbbing and his mouth tasted acidic.

“Drew, you awake?” A soft voice spoke, and Drew felt his heart melt somewhat. “You—you okay?” The voice asked, and Drew hummed.

“‘Mm, ‘m ‘Kay.” He mumbled, “head ‘urts.” He huffed, and opened his eyes a little. The light burned his eyes, as he suspected, but he could see brown hair and red eyes.

Liam.

Huh. Why did he go to Liam's house?

“You're lucky my parents aren't here, y'know. They would kill me if they knew I had a guy over. ‘Specially if it was you.” Liam huffed, and Drew's face twisted in confusion.

“Why especially me?” Drew asked, and Liam didn't answer.

“...Drew. How…how…how'd you get something sharp? I just…I thought me and Henry…” Liam started, and Drew stiffened. He…he didn't—

Liam didn't push any further.

Drew was glad.

_______

The first time Drew went to school without Jake was two weeks after they stopped being friends. No one really noticed Drew was gone, and so no one noticed he had come back.

“Yeah! You're back! The Dromies are back together!” Henry exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

And…and Drew felt something.

“What the hell are the Dromies?” Drew asked, rolling his eyes. Of course, during his fit Henry and Liam went on to name their trio something stupid.

“Homies, but Drew style!” Henry exclaimed, shooting finger guns at Drew, who cringed.

“Uh. I do not have a style, thank you very much. Never do…that, again.” Drew said, gesturing at all of Henry. Liam let out a choked laugh, and suddenly Henry started laughing as well, and well, if Drew started laughing a tiny bit, no he didn't.

_______

Drew saw Jake in the hallway and his heart dropped.

He looked…so happy.

He was with the freaks—the entire gang, and of course he and Hailey were glued together like peanut butter and jelly. He was grinning, joking around, and laughing whenever Hailey blushed.

Blushed.

Were they dating?

Were they—

Drew rushed to the nearest bathroom, and puked his guts out.

He couldn't even look at Jake.

How pathetic.

_______

And that's the end of pt.1! errm i hope it was ok?? idk. so like it's disorganized in the writing and that was on purpose bc ofc drew's head is a bit mushed up at the moment. if it doesn't make sense at some parts, it probably isn't rly supposed to, but u probs still get the gist that drew is OBSESSED, riggght?

also. the way Henry and Liam are handling what's going on may seem bad (ex: not telling anyone, not getting drew any help) but i don't rly think so bc for teenagers the way they dealt with it was pretty cool, and if they told anyone drew would probs js not improve at all and probs would've gotten worse so like idk js wanted to let yall know that. they were probs kind of freaking out as well so that's a reason.

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skzstoryvault · 1 month ago

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Into the Earth (Hyunjin, weird and spicy)

Hyunjin x f!reader

multi-chapter fic

happens a few years in the future

Hyunjin is in his post-idol era. Working as an artist and fashion icon.

Warnings: mentions of scamming, dishonesty, abusive people and various kinds of abuse, parasites (and not the Bong Joon Ho clever kind), misogyny (but not Hyunjin!), ageism. Nudity (Hyunjin). More to be added with later chapters.

Special appearance by Donatella Versace (for this chapter)

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

If you enjoy this story and are reading along, I would love to hear your comments in the replies, reblogs or DMs - however you feel most comfortable.

Like I mentioned, this story is finished, but I will slightly change its course based on the way the chapters are received.

Story title is inspired by a Lorna Shore song Part 4

Part 5 - Not a man, THE man

Running a bio and vegan farm is intense work and requires a lot of responsibility, but you don’t let that take you away completely from what you love the most: working alongside the others under the sun, among the trees or in the fields.

Since everything is kept small scale and closely-knit, you fly under the radar of malicious people who want to see you fail, like the local mafia who would love to take a cut of your profits or destroy your crops, but lose all interest when they see the EU-funding signs and learn that your operation is entirely vegan. This was one of the things Hyunjin thought he would need ages to get used to, but actually went over without a hitch. Back in Korea, he’s eaten everything that walks on the ground, swims in the sea and flies in the air, bar hovercraft, submarine and plane. However, now, even when he has to choose what to do for his lunches, he will often stay at the farm and make some stuffed courgette flowers or pasta. He uses his YouTube shorts for inspiration and he gets by, cooking with what he has on hand, which are the excellent and fresh ingredients that come either from the farm’s harvests or from the local market. Sometimes, it’s his turn to drive the big truck to the market and buy ingredients for the week’s meals or pick up packaging from the delivery point. The farm receives regular shipments of Crowdfarming-branded packaging and various promotional prints like leaflets and stickers that the end consumers get along their order of fresh fruit and veg. The truck radio only plays two radio stations and it’s not set to connect with Spotify. One of the radio stations is called Songs of Praise and only plays religious music, mostly with latin lyrics, and that scared the shit out of Hyunjin when he first switched the car radio on. The other station is somewhat more tolerable, as it’s a local station with normal things like news and the weather, but it also has a music database of only a handful of songs from the early 2000s and earlier, from before Hyunjin came into this world. So he’s now really familiar with Ms Jackson and Hey Ya! by Outkast, Word Up! by Korn or Get Ur Freak On by Missy Elliott. But he also heard Horny by Mousse T and Fred come to bed by E-Rotic, wondering how the hell the world fared allowing such explicit stuff in songs and why the fun stopped around the time he was born. On such mornings, he likes to drive with the windows rolled all the way up, so he can sing along without a care in the world. He sings on the way to the market, carelessly, almost desperately, until he’s out of breath, because the thought of interacting with the people at the market or at the CrowdFarming pick-up point has him shaking in his shoes and his hands sweating on the steering wheel. But he does it, because the farm and you rely on him to do so. And since the truck is so big, and the steering wheel is bigger than anything Hyunjin has seen in any vehicle he’s driven before, he feels like he’s on top of the world and is the tallest man with the biggest dick to ever exist. At least for the duration of the drive.

Summer goes by with little interruption. Donatella video calls one day, in the afternoon. She’s on a boat, partying with young models and famous actors, and she screams in shock when she sees Hyunjin, with his dusty trucker hat, his tan, his curled into tight waves hair and his moustache. “My babyyyy! What have they done to you, you look like-a my gardener!” She cries. Hyunjin shrugs and laughs, throwing his head back. “I had a revelation. And now I do work, sort of, as a gardener.” “Where are you, precious boy? I come to save you.” “No, no, I’m happy, Dona. Look-” Hyunjin says, standing up and lifting his shirt, revealing his much more solid physique and his very sculpted, but juicy looking abs.

A sharp gasp can be heard from the Versace queen. “Dio, that is so hot. Will you do my lingerie campaign in the winter? I fly you over.” “Yes, of course. I am yours before anyone else’s when it comes to fashion.” “But-a you are getting rid of the moustache, no?” “Why? The men envy it. The women love it. I love it the most. I finally look like a man. Pretending I was a porcelain doll was nice while it lasted, but it’s not illegal to like being a guy, so-” “Ha… the more I see it, the more I like. Is your happiness that sells it to me.” Donatella admits. “And those abs will look so good in my itty-bitty men’s underwear. Listen, do you want me to send you a care package? Some nice jockstraps, silk robes, monogram towels, bags and-” She stops talking when Hyunjin picks up the phone from its stand and spins it around, showing her the orchard and the fields. She sees Nube running through the grass towards Hyunjin, sometimes disappearing from view only to reappear on the next leap. In the distance, there are crows fighting over some fallen walnuts near a walnut tree. “Does this look like the kind of place where jockstraps are a good idea?” Hyunjin says. “Thank you with all my heart, but I have everything I need.” “You look like you do, my sweet boy. I miss you until later. I love you, take care!” “You too, tesoro.”

“Oh stop it, charmer.” “But it’s true. I love you too.” Donatella sighs blissfully but ends the call. Hyunjin chooses to believe Donatella has just as easy a time maintaining a working friendship with him as he does with her. A part of him knows that she is not made of stone and that, like everyone who’s met him in his idol days, she would love to have him in other ways than over for a visit at her Palazzo. Still, he always felt safe with her. She does feel more protective of him and that sense of protectiveness overrides her thirst. She’s often provided him with a security detail when the company back home refused to and whenever he has to work with her, he feels fully appreciated and wanted there. This is one of the perks of being a farm hand in the middle of nowhere, Spain. He no longer feels like he walks into the heart of a pack of hungry wolves every time he shows up somewhere. He’s no longer stepping out with fear in his heart, wondering where the next threat will come from. Part 6

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mammonistheman · 2 years ago

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Hi! If ur open for requests can I get one about king dice (from the show) where he finds out from the devil that he has a rival now! (Reader) who owns a popular club and is working better & faster than dice ever did! The devil tells him to go and meet his new working partner *who he hints might get his position as number 1 if doesn’t keep up😰* dice obviously gets intimidated and goes to the club to meet them. But the place is packed! everyone he knows is there! he gets a table and tires to look for his rival everywhere but it’s so crowded! then everyone gets quiet and looks to the stage he sees the singer who is the most stunning person he has ever seen in his life. They’re singing ( why don’t you do right) and is giving very much Jessica rabbit vibes 💋👠you know? everyone in the club is going crazy😍 singer slowly walk up to his table and playfully takes his hat (bear with me he’s wearing a hat here) and tugs on his tie and is close to his face! staring in his eyes veeerrry sensually I mean WHEW honey!😮‍💨 but pushes him away and walks back to the stage and ends the song everyone cheers and whistles and he’s there like 😳 he asks one of the waiters about who the singer is and finds out that they are the owner!!!!🤯 plot twist!!! like what you do here is your choice! what does he do? How does he deal with his rival how does his crush treat him? How does this end? I hope this helps! Let me know if you get this or if your confused about something! Thanks for reading💗

Ugh thank you so much for requesting 😩😩 I love this concept SO MUCHHH!! I can't get enough!! I love your description too!! When describing the readers outfit in this I used two different options, for more fem or masc people, but still very much keeping Jessica Rabbit 🤭🤭💋👠 this is LOWKEY long too cause I got so into it

ALSO I WAS MEANT TO POST THIS A WHILE AGO BUT DEPRESSION HIT HARDDD I made the ending a bit rushed I'm sorry 😭

"Again??" King Dice had always had a nervous bubbling feeling in his chest as he's called down to see the Devil himself, but much more nervous now that he had actually let that currently-being-hunted cup slip out the palm of his hand and managing to get away. Oh, yeah, for the second time already.

He pulls at his collar at the tone of the flamboyant demon, grin twitching nervously.

The dice looks at the ruler of hell up and down, adjusting his suit to flatter his body more efficiently. He falters his smile to suit his boxed face in a cooler manner, shrugging for his jacket to sit properly upon his shoulders. "Don't;;" his throat feels hoarse, he smiles nerve wrackingly at the devil who is now lifting an eyebrow.

"Don't even worry about it, Boss!" He points a prominent thumb to his chest. "Third time's a charm! That Cup's soul will be yours!" He states confidently, no trace of his former fidgety movements as he places his hands on his hips. "After all; that's why I am your number one.." he smugly recalls, fixing his gloves.

King Dice looks up to see the Devil's expression, and as it was before it looked distant and uninterested. He looks more than bothered, and certainly angry. Refraining from snapping, the pitchfork wielding toon pinches the bridge of his nose as some sort of way to take control of the situation. He ends up giving a fast, rash reply to the King's last comment.

"You know..;;" he drawls sassily, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. "You have a rival for your place as number one." He turns, tail flicking up and into the air, stocking over to his throne that had been very near. He walks up the thin steps up to his seat, fire from the sides of the pathway roaring fiercely before forming into more controllable flickers of flames.

King Dice takes the heat into noticable consideration, yet the mention of rivalry for the placement of number one made him freeze in his spot. "Rivalry?" He questions, stepping closer to where the Devil had been stropping. He wafts his arms loosely around the place, frantically trying to get answers from his Boss. "What's this about rivalry, again??"

The Devil slightly picks up his mood, still slumped in his seat on the throne, but eyes now wide open in disbelief of the question. "Why- you don't know??" He begins; resting the pitchfork besides him, and lifting himself to sit up in his seat effortlessly. "You know; [Name]?" He waited for any sign of remembrance of the name, yet was left dumbfounded at King Dice's confusion.

"Come on- seriously? How don't you know [Name]??" He sassily, again, peered closer to Dice, but still with clear expressions, it was true he didn't know them. "Your new working partner??" He irritatedly huffed, only for King Dice to reply with an awkward. "You never told me about a new working partner.."

With some searching and fuss, The Devil comes to the conclusion of forgetting to tell his "Number 1" about his new co-worker. He starts to batter his eyeashes at King Dice, also suddenly forgetting the Cup's soul, a goofy grin taking over his face as he continued to tell him who they were. "Well; [Name] is your new rival now!"

He proudly announced, crossing his legs over one another before picking all the dirt from beneath his nails with the strong smile not leaving his face. "Or new working partner.. You know-- they own a popular club and they're working better and faster than you ever could!" He nods along to his own words, gushing over their criteria.

"Maybe they're the one to bring me the cup's soul!! Oh, how sweet of them, how very sweet!" As the Devil ponders and kicks his legs in delight, but with grounding himself he settles in his seat. "Oh they're just amazing! You must meet them!" He insists, without a thought he snaps his fingers and a hat appears.

The hat is a royal purple and looked as if it was made out of expensive fabrics, it suited the rest of the King's suit. The devil lifted himself up, holding the hat at the lip of it, and reaching over to pick up his pitchfork. He bangs the nip of the pitchfork against the floor twice, clanking sounds coming right up after the gesture.

He walks down the thin steps, placing a hat atop of King Dice's head, completely dissing his completely crushed soul seeping through and out his dice eyes. "You'll need that hat at the very least, because;; you know.. [Name] is just really fancy!" He continued to push him towards the elevator that had appeared from the floor on command to the pitchfork.

The thin appearing doors shoved open, it empty without the usually little short and round demon that would assist him. King Dice gets sent forward by the cupped hand of the Devil, with his back still turned towards him he heard the final words of his Boss before the doors clamp shut.

"So, with that said; if you don't keep it up, you know who will get the position on number one. "

On the ride up was fast but slightly bumpy, in slow knocks to either side had been applied to the elevator levitation as the Dice could only stare in the deep rich colour of the door. He had a heavy frown craving his face, shoulders drooping forward slightly, his back slouched with his arms hanging.

The doors soon snapped open and gave him a clear view as to where he was; yet the first thing he noticed was the busy chatter all around him. He stepped out, noticing the dark alley way he appeared in, only vaguely recognising the sound of the escalator burying back into the floor without a trace in the concrete.

His eyes widened slightly at muffled mutter, he was quick to pace to the corner of the wall, past messy dumpsters, his movement almost causing his newfound hat to slip off his head. He adjusts the new clothing accessory, looking around the place he had been sent two.

Clearly, it were still the streets of inkwell. It actually seemed sort of familiar, like he had passed by before, but he let let little detail slip. He looked up at the building he had been standing by, recognising it as a bar, the very prominent yapping conversations coming from inside. He adjusts his clothing again as he stepped away from the casted shadows, looking into the bustling building.

He counted heads, even recognising some faces as people who watch his shows, the many faces he has looked over time and time again. It was like he had been seeing them for the first time, but with the knowledge of them being his watchers. He stepped inside, looking at all the fancy decor.

The fancy paintings on the walls looked out of place but suited; they marked who had opened the bar and the year it had been opened. A portrait of a older gentleman, rather dapper, in a expensive suit and had been painted in expensive paints, it looked like. He continued to search his surroundings, still wondering why the bar had been so popular.

Sure, the glinting lights had created a atmospheric environment, good to be tipsy in, the main color used for the carpet flooring and the surrounding walls were red and gold.

But it still smelt of regular old boos, and hadn't even been using the stage that had been set up in the corner. The night still seemed lively, dispute the stop of nothing going on. He couldn't help but wonder if he could sneak in his very own show, and turn the night into one of his very own if he could.

He was still captivated by the many drunken friends singing in broken harmony, that he fails to watch a waitress prance up to him. "Can I help ya?" She rather rudely snapped, but King Dice only assumed she didn't notice who he was. He grinned charmingly, flicking the hat to fall off his head before bowing to the lady.

"Why, yes, may you bring me to a table?" He smugly replied, standing up with a still fist full of his hat. He waited for any reaction off of her, but only to see she continued to chew on a toothpick. "Okay, Buddy, follow me.." she turned away, almost leaving him in the crowd of wasted middle aged men. He hurried to keep up, quite in disbelief at her reaction. Rather than; her lack of a reaction.

He was brought to a table, the seats cushioned and light weight to eye appeal, they had also been coloured a significant shade in red and gold as of the rest of the surroundings. There had already been a group of lads there as well, as of how grounded the place was it was the only seat that was free.

"The bar is over there, Pal, if 'der is anythin' ya need." She simply walked off after her little dialogue, leaving him to ask the three men sitting down if he could join. Them, rather loudly, agreed to his company alarmingly willingly. He sat, and as he knew it, it was a rather comfortable for a spineless seat.

He looked over the big sea of crowds once more, trying to see any sign of his so called "rival", but to no luck he can only spot pigs chugging to their hearts delight. Slightly awkward, he leans into the group that looked as if they were in the middle of a card game. "So.." he starts, instead of the group growing at him in annoyance they all grinned, eyes half lidded.

"Sup'?" Was a simple slur of reply from a cat toon besides him. He was quite shocked they weren't as badly drunk as the others in the lot, but he still doubts he'd get clear answers. He tightens his tie, pushing down his mustache to be neater, and grinning at the friendly men. "Why is this place so crowded, huh, fellas?"

As soon as he got the question out the lights dimmed down, a singular beaming shooting out towards the stage. It instantly caught the attention of many, as well as the Dice, as the last thing hastily said to him was a breathless "You'll see in a sec.." the cards of the three players got thrown down onto the table, sighing, cupping their cheeks in their hands.

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(if you wanna listen and read idk I also like the Jessica rabbit one better so i put it- just imagine its gender neutral too even tho its known as a "woman's blues" song 😭😭)

It had been silent for a couple moments, a voice seamlessly coming from nowhere with an echo. The rhythm of their voice was flawless, the lyrical words making the King perk up. "You had plenty of money in; 1922~" thick, deep cords strike from the band in front of the stage, blending into the dark with there dark clothing and instruments.

People starting cheering, the singer unfazed by the loud grasping voices as a leg of theirs appears behind the red certain hung up to back sights behind the stage. They make their appearance, outfit show worthy and fancy to a glimpse. The King's mouth hangs open to a gawp, eyes outlining their figure and clothing.

(If your want masc clothing(its still very glam);

They happen to be wearing a red suit, black shirt, and red tie. They hadn't been sparkling with gems but instead with spray on glitter that had been lightly scattered across soft, gleaming skin and only slightly wrinkled clothing. Their black shoes had soft clicking sounds against the wooden build of the stage, the slim heel making them slightly taller. Their gloves were a pale cream, if not white, with three striped markings on the back.

If you want fem clothing(its basically Jessica Rabbit ngl);

They had a bright red gem dress, the clung to the shape of thier body effortlessly showing off their silhouette. There's a slit up the leg of the dress, ending at the very hip on the left side. It reveals the shoes, long tall read blinding heels, that made harsh sounds when they walked(in a suprisingly stable fashion). Their gloves were long enough to reach their elbows, a pale cream, if not white, with three striped markings on the back.

Sorry; please continue :D )

He gulped for air, watching them delicately trailing a hand across their body almost in a teasing manner. They look at all the viewers, like he had been doing moments ago, watching them reach up to try to make contact with their body from up on stage. The glance they give to drunk lads was pure amusement, with one more wipe of the scene they finally find a different view..

A dice, King Dice for that matter, watching from a table, the most sober person at this bar. They almost double took at his sudden appearance, yet with still tuning their voice cords they smirk flirtatiously. They look down at the steps dividing the pianist, that had now also started playing the cords, from other musicians playing the background.

People make way for them to pass through, a line directly heading towards 'The Devil's right hand man'. They're still plucking words, swaying the heads of many people, making a few sing along with them as they traveled through the crowds of drunks and up to the only typically sober individual.

King Dice watches them, almost frozen in his seat, inspecting their body as their swift movements carry them through the large clusters of people. It doesn't hit him how close they are until their voice is ringing in his ears, he still pays attention to them rounding the table, away from him, their voice more broody as they made contact with the cartoon cat besides himself.

The cat, sitting directly next to King Dice, stiffened up, fluffy slim tail lifting up into the air in a straight line. They leaned over him and traced a finger to his hand that was resting on the table, up to his shoulder, and than to his cheek. People swooned and cheered at the 'exciting' actions, but that didn't matter to the mysterious singer as they made eye contact with King Dice the whole time.

They finally depart from the mouse chaser, standing to appear straighter as they finally set undivided attention onto the royal purple dressed dice. They take his shoulder, spinning him in his seat to fully put him on display to the crowds. Still singing into their old fashioned microphone, they let a chuckle slip into their words.

They take his hat, topping it down on their own head, focusing on any emotion they can find in his eyes. They give him a sensual look, furrowing their eyebrows to point upward, widening their eyes to appear more 'doe' like. They pucker their lips, leaning awfully close, close enough for them to know only King Dice can see their change in dynamic.

Their gaze becomes sharper, a grin appearing freshly with the still very much doe gaze and lifted brows.

They watch him falter underneath their look, but as he got lost in the (eye colour) pools of their pupils, they have to get lost in the music. It happens to be the very last line of the song coming up, so with tilting their head they tug tightly onto his tie. They jerk him forward and closer to their face, cheeks brushing against eachother, until the very moment they push him away.

They straighten their stance again, turning. Up and away again, up to the stage with supringly slow motion as they once again passed the many members of the band playing hard to get the moment right, the singer curved their fingers to ball up the fabrics of crimson sheet, looking over their shoulder longingly at their known new working partner.

They smile sweetly at him, over their shoulder, their words still smooth and collected as they maintained eye contact. "Why don't you do right; like other men do?" It almost felt personal, with one more suggestive look, they pull the curtain back and seem into the darkness of the back room.

King Dice can hear his heartbeat in his ears, surely the lights turned back on but the cheering and clapping seemed to be endless. He audibly breathed heavily, patting over his body to make sure he had in fact witnessed the scene in such detail. He felt the random toons at the bar nugging his side, flaring their eyebrows and knocking their head towards stage as a joke.

He looked around for anyone to ask of their name; but only saw the waitress from before. She was still chewing on a toothpick, but the grumpy expression lifted til there was no race on her face. He was cheering among the other people, goo-goo eyes at the person that wasn't on stage anymore. Figuring he wouldn't get the right answers from wasted people around, he gets up from his seat.

He directly goes over to her, standing with other employees, before rudely interrupting their conversations. "Hey!" He states rather abruptly, gaining a collective response other that just her attention. "What;;" he breathes, looking back at the stage and raising a hand to his head. His hat has disappeared. His eyes widen, nervously looking back at her, as the group has lost interest of his reasoning.

"What was their name??" He questions again, getting a quick snappy reply like the first time he had talked to her. "They're not interested, sir." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He looks the toon up and down, pointing to the top of his head at the disserpearqnce of his hat. "They have my hat; and I paid good money for that."

His voice had undertones of a seethe, but he continued to watch the woman huff and gingerly shuffle towards the stage. He followed after, walking towards the door labelled as a "storage" room that was build in besides. He fixed his suit nervously, looking around the booze scented room, hearing the door open and looking in after the waitress called into the room.

"MISS/MR (NAME) (LAST NAME)!! A buster over here is lookin' for ya'!! he wants da' hat back!" He slightly froze, freezing in frame of the moment as the waitress swayed her hips and left the scene. He caught up in the moment, walking into the doorway, and with shakey hands closed the door behind him.

He recalls their last name, but definitely their first name.. his rival, and the devils new so called "number one". (Name). He sees a few steps ahead of him, he quickly but nervously flees up them in a sort of fidgety fashion. He appears in another doorway, and speaking into the small room he sees a particular scene.

They had been sitting upon their seat, a hat still upon their head, and the usual Hollywood mirror staring back at their visue. They peer at him with half lidded eyes, eyelashes fluttering, before a sensual grin pull their face.

"Hello; King."

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baekhvuns · 1 year ago

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IM BACKKKKKK

Bestie, ateez ain't making it easy for me to live especially seonghwa. 😮‍💨 BCZ THOSE LONG HAIR AND THOSE POOL PICTURES AGHHHHHHHH GOD! Anyways, about my life 😃, so, i am taking like a drop year...i obviously had to as you know my whole situation BUT I'll be doing some certificate courses and you know learning something skill based while i...do a job, yes you heard tht right😞 I GOTTA MAKE SOME MONEYYY and honestly I've cancelled out going abroad for a few years at least, I'll solely would be focusing on living here and...yeah. I'm not completely giving up, but, focusing on some other things. Mhm. The only prblm is tht my mum thinks I'm, wasting a year and considering how much of an overthinker she is, she's worrying about what others would say and Quite honestly I don't give a shit...the universe wanted me to do this...like this is my life and it's going on how it was planned so I don't see why I should be bothered by a few relatives 🙄

And other than that I HV BEEN OBSESSED WITH CHALEYA 😭 like I sing tht song every 3 seconds fr i can't. And I've been getting obsessed with oneus, their new single baila conmigo 😮‍💨 oh my lord. Another controversial thing...i didn't like jungkook's new single 3D ..... like...what was even the point?? Bro- and i hv no idea who jack Harlow is..I've seen people obsessing over him BUT THT RAP 😭 NAUR THT DIDN'T DO IT FOR ME. and honestly, it's so weird how jungkook's basically singing abt doing the deed every damn time, like ok boi I get it, and I liked seven obviously BUT I HOPE HIS ALBUM DOESN'T HV EVERY SONG IN IT LIKE THIS!

Ok what're your opinions about this whole lisa situation tho? Her performance at tht one r-rated dance thingy? Honestly, ok hear me out, idfc what lisa or Jennie anyone does in general, it was her choice she did it...and people keep hating on her bcz tht what people do...what I want to say, is what if it was a bg member...like what if it was jk or taehyung doing something like this? I bet all these girls would go crazy and be obsessed over it or something like, "omg they're breaking the kpop standard" i genuinely despise this double standard thing.

Ok rmr i told you my cousin was getting married HER WEDDING IS SET IN JANUARY 😭 AND I'M THINKING ABT MY DRESSES AND ALL. And I've been a little crazy abt traditional and ethnic clothes rlly, like yesterday me and my mum were acting like besties on a girl's night fr, we took out so many clothes and tried em in, she made me wear a saree 😭 AND IT LOOKED SO GOOD LOKE SAREE TRULY GIVES AN ELEGANT AND RICH LOOK, i felt like those 1920s rich mistresses. I mostly wear Western clothing, like only ever rarely, you'll find me wearing a suit or something similar but as I'm growing up my feminine energy keeps on blossoming so i def wanna wear a suit.

Can you imagine it will be my first ever suit...my younger cousins hv worn those things so many times and I'm making my new one, progress ig.

But yeah and no my mackenyu obsession is not dying down 😃. OH ALSO ITS HOODIE SEASON FINALLY THE ONLY THING I LOKE ABT WINTERS! And forget about the present seonghwa...THE BABY SEONGHWA 😭😭 HES SO CUTE LOOL AT THOSE CHEEKS I WANNA NOM NOM 😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwWTt1dgpk0/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

SOMEONE SAID IT WORKS BCZ HES 11 YRS OLDER THN ME?!?! GURL 11 YRS 😭😭?!?! HOW OLD R U???

HELLLOOO!!

the long hair and the pools pics omg no bc those has me screaming at night hfkwjdlw

oooo like a gap year??? but on certificates omg ok what certificates r u doing 👁👁 marketing, sales certifications r >>> I GET IT 😭😭 need to make money in this economy can’t even breathe without having to pay

omg not the what will others say, the brown parents and the “log kya kahenge” will NEVER leave their minds god damnit,,, tell ur mom gap years r a good decision 😭😭😭 !!!!! travel, live a little and idk start a small business or a job! no ur right, if it turned out this way it means it’s meant to be done this way <3 FUCK YOUR RELATIVES RESPECTFULLY i can’t believe it’s still the same mindset in every brown parent’s mind 😭😭

STOPPPP I HWVE BEEN TOO I WAS JUST HUMMING TO IT AND DOING THE DANCE STEP (have not watched jawan yet!) SUCH A CATCHY SONG???? SRK DOING IT AGAIN,,, omg oneus ive not heard abt them in a WHILE

ooooo ive only heard the part that replays on ig = the chorus so in that sense i grew to like it ive been doing the dance to it that “u know how i like it girrrrlll” part kdvwmcjclikc I DIDNT LISTEN TO JACKS PWRT IM AFRAID ITLL RUIN IT FOR ME FBWKDJKW LMFAOOOO honestly i don’t mind,, i do hope his album has lil different genres, pop, dance, r&b, reggaeton etc excited for it actually!!

hmm so i get the whole “ur a kpop idol pls maintain a image” but honestly it’s not that bad??? it’s a creative choice and it’s a form of dance that’s on the more provocative side?? but u know what i do dislike, those toilets they have in the men’s washroom at crazy house that are a WOMENS MOUTH STRUCTURE. if it’s seen as an empowering thing, i completely disagree with it

but again, idk the issue but i also get why knetizens r talking abt it bc asia is quite conservative to these things so they find it weird and all and prefer to keep it under wraps UNLIKE THEIR MEN THAT GO SEE IT SO FJWKDJKW ur right,, if any other man did it (they literally do it w the stage outfits some of them wear) they’d get 100k likes and praises but when it’s blackpink and blackpink esp it’s suddenly a big controversy

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THIS IS SO EXCITING I LOVE TALKING ABT TRADITIONALS FJWKDJKWHSKS stop the 10/10 mom daughter bonding moment omg i do this w my mom like thrice a week and get to wear her wedding clothes and jewelry!! STOP NOT HER BRINGING THE SAREES OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAA A 90’S MISTRESS??? 😩 UR MAKEUP BETTER BE THE UNAPPROACHABLE ONE W THOSE JHUMKASS STOP IT

omg ur turning into a women, i used to be like that too (partially bc we never have events for me to wear them at) but it’s so comforting and feminine-y to pick out fabrics and jewelries and matching outfits for weddings 😭😭😭 ur turning into a women omg <33333 but omf lmk i will rec u stores to buy clothes from and ur gonna gate keep them 🔫

STOP THOSE CHEEKS STOP IT IM GONNA BITE

link no.

11 YEARS?? ELEVEN YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK????? ANON UR A CHILD WHY R U HERE …. he’s 4 years older than me 😭😭

#✉️ : ask #[ rosesapphiremysticalrose ]

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Hello you mrs. oldy honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😅

Oh no, that's not good. Are you feeling better now? I definitely hate that feeling, if I packed enough or not. But hopefully you did, and if not, there's nothing to worry about because you can just buy what you missed. The most important thing to remember is that you need to have fun with your family 😌

I'm doing slightly okay but I'll be fine. Just trying not to really think about the things that happened. Oh but I went to get my glasses today. It was the right one that I chose hehe.

Nah don't go to sleep, stay up til 4am and just be ready to go 🤣 just kidding. Hopefully you get to sleep soon and sleep some more during the flight!

Dang I would've cried if I lost parts of what I wrote. Especially since writing it at that moment, everything flowed then when you check again it's not the same feel to it.

Also, I was just asking how much have you written for part 4. Will it be a good ending? A bad ending? An angsty ending? Hahaha and I know I know, you'll probably respond saying "no spoilers!!!" 😒

Hm I think I know what you mean then by pet play. I think I saw some stories on here or on wattpad.. yeah that one I can't read either.

I like country music, but the sad ones lol I used to like Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. But I don't think I've heard new music from them in a while.

You really like Glass Animals don't you. I need to check them out to see what the hype is all about ahaha.

Songs that remind me of my crush:

1. Secret by Maroon 5

2. Hot by Avril Lavigne

3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Hm has anyone ever serenaded you? If yes, what song did they sing?

- CuriousGeorge

Hello hello pouty righty eyebag!

Yeah i feel better, even little thoughts start to think if i forget something. I even think if the house okay, did i forget to turn off something or if i lock the front n back door or if the garage door close or not. 😅

My mind just keep thinking stuff like a rapid flashes but when i need it to think important stuff it turns so slow in a second.lol.

Thank u for the wise word corn-punn! I appreciate it. I will try to remember what u said. 😊

Oh okay..im glad u r better. I really wish i could help u n be a listener for u. 😊

U got ur glasses??? Yaaaaaay. No more headache n annoying contacts! Haha. N also yaaay u got the right glasses! I wish i could see it. 😊

Yeah i almost gave up n didnt want to write it but that dark fic idea has been on my mind for a while so i had to let it out plus it's dark scarlet witch wanda so i cant ignore it..lol. hv u read it? Im just curious. 😊

Oh for pt. 4, i havent write that much but i already know what i want to write. N yess u r right! No spoilers policy..😅 if i answer it here, everybody gonna read it n know.. that wouldnt be fun.hahaha.

Oh i see..yeah i got what u meant. So u r on wattpad too?? So did u find n read my story in tumblr or wattpad?

Yesss i love Glass Animals. Pls do check them n let me know what u think about it. 😊

U really like Maroon 5 as much as I do! Haha. Also, talking about them, i end up listen to their song today because of u. Lol. N some backstreet boys n nsync plus britney songs too.

I was think n wanted to tell u that their accoustic albums are so good n i actually like the accoustic versions of some songs from songs about jane album than the original one. I love how Levine improvise singing it.

The Harder To Breath is really good but my favorite one on that album is The Sun.

Oooh those nice songs for a crush.. is this ur current crush? Now im curious about this crush of urs.. is she in tumblr? Or someone from real life? Tell me more bout her pls if u r comfortable to do so, of course.😁

Hm. Did u mean sing for me? Yeah, my husband sings for me pretty often since we started dating until now 😅 he sometimes sings random songs or sometimes sings n evem rap his own song about me.🤣🤣 but now he sings more about em.lol

What bout u?

Next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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scrapyardboyfriends · 3 years ago

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Here’s that fic I mentioned that I started. The one where Sarah escaped the fire and ended up in hospital with trauma based amnesia and then shows up in January 2015 as Robert and Chrissie’s wedding planner right in the middle of affair era. Someone read the beginning and make me finish it at some point. Haha. I did have it mostly planned out. I just got lazy.

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It’s Monday morning and Robert’s in the office, tapping his pen against the desk. He’s the first one in, hoping that shows his initiative. Tap, tap, tap turns into Aaron, Aaron, Aaron in his mind. Aaron’s all he can ever think about these days. And right now, Aaron’s mad with him, which grates on him, makes him itch for another touch, another taste that he can’t have until he gets Aaron to change his opinion of him again. He’d managed before, at Andy’s wedding. He can get him on side again. Aaron’s a challenge but he’s a people person. He can do this. And it’s not like Lachlan isn’t perfectly alright again, home from the hospital and back to being a pain and stressing Chrissie out.

Tap, tap, tap. He should be calling a client back about a shoot they want to book next month but his mind can only focus on Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.

He pulls out his phone and the taps become a text. ‘Kiss and make up?’ He writes, chuckling to himself.

It’s Aaron’s birthday today, he knows. Vic had mentioned something the other day and he’d filed away the information in his head. He hopes Aaron doesn’t have big plans. Besides, what better present than Robert shagging him senseless? He doesn’t add that to the message, just smiles and hits send. Now he has to wait.

The papers on his desk flutter as Chrissie blows into the room, wedding binder clutched in her arms. He doesn’t even think she sees him there as she starts rummaging through every stack of papers she can get her hands on, lines of frustration growing deeper on her forehead.

“Have you seen the sample that the printer sent over for the order of service?” She asks. So she did see him. He takes too long to respond, so she stops her whirlwind and stares at him. “Robert?”

He makes a show of looking around his desk before shaking his head. “No,” he tells her. “Wasn’t that the whole point of hiring a new wedding planner in the first place? So they can keep all of this stuff straight?”

She huffs at him, looking irritated, which feels like her default with him at this point. He really should do something about that, so he gets up and starts helping her look for the sample which seems to please her.

She’d fired their first wedding planner, Leyla, after the suit measuring incident. Chrissie just didn’t feel comfortable having her work so closely with her husband to be. It was ironic then that that incident had given him the motivation to seek out Aaron in the first place. He didn’t think much more on that, shifting papers around for a distraction. After that, Chrissie had taken over the wedding planning herself, which was worse, because it meant she checked in with him on everything. He knew more about floral arrangements and place cards and the food allergies of her friends than he ever wanted or needed to know. Still, it had been going alright and Aaron had often given him a much needed reprieve. Then Lachlan had gone and decided to end up in the hospital full of drugs, which was somehow his fault by all accounts and it had all become too much for her. Seating charts and dresses and first dance songs, none of it had been important when poor little Lucky had gotten himself into a mess. Still, there was a wedding to plan because despite being furious with him, he’d managed to make amends enough that she still wanted to marry him and he needed to make sure it stayed that way. All he’d worked for depended on it.

He’d suggested hiring Leyla back but she wouldn’t hear of it, especially not since Katie had been in her ear again. Instead, she’d hired someone from Hotten and he’d encouraged it. Anything that got him out of being on hand for every decision. Except maybe cake tasting, he thinks he could do that.

“I still have to show her what I’ve done so far,” Chrissie tells him, looking around frantically. “She’s coming here in half and hour. I need that sample.”

“Then we’ll find it,” he placates her as his phone buzzes in his pocket.

He pulls it out to see ‘A’ pop up on his screen. It makes him smile. He can’t help it but he quickly forces the corners of his mouth down before Chrissie sees.

‘You think that’s all it’s going to take?’ reads the reply when he opens it.

His fingers are tapping out a response before his brain can even tell him not to, ‘oh I think you know I can do so much more than that.’

His body is singing with nerves as he waits for a reply.

“I expect you to be here when she arrives,” Chrissie says pointedly once she’s noticed he’s stopped going through the motions of looking for the sample.

Robert sighs. He really hadn’t planned on sticking around for her meeting, hadn’t even remembered it was happening until right now. “I uh-“ he stalls, trying to think of an excuse.

His phone buzzes in his hand again. ‘Fine. Barn in an hour. But ur not off the hook yet,’ he reads, picturing Aaron typing with that frown of his that’s not a frown.

“I’ve got a meeting,” he tells Chrissie. “I can’t.” The amount of meetings he’s lied about in the last month are getting a bit out of hand but what can he do?

“Surely this is more important,” she sounds cross with him. “Can’t Dad go?”

Lawrence can definitely not take this meeting for him. Still, he needs to keep on her good side or they won’t need this wedding planner at all. Abandoning the search, he sidles up to her, takes her hands in his and flashes that charming smile he’s perfected so well. “This is important,” he tells her, “you know it is. And I promise, I’ll make the next one and you can fill me in on every detail when I get back.” He can’t think of anything more tedious.

She purses her lips in a pout, making them look so kissable so he leans in and captures them with his. It takes her a second or two of defiance before she’s kissing him back, wrapping her hands around his waist. He loves Chrissie, he reminds himself. For a second, he thinks maybe Aaron can wait. No one is around. He could just push all of the papers off of his desk and...he moves his lips across her cheek and down into her neck, reaching out toward the desk with his hand when he opens his eyes and sees it, the sample, tucked under a file folder that he swears he looked under before.

“Here it is,” he says, pulling back. “Your print sample!”

Chrissie’s eyes light up. “Perfect!” She accepts it greedily and shoves it into her binder. “You don’t have to go right now do you? To this meeting?”

No, he thinks, licking his lips as he moves closer again, ready for more but she pushes him off.

“Robert!” She scolds him with a laugh. “She’ll be here soon, the wedding planner. You can at least meet her before you go.”

He sighs, disappointed at being denied. Sex, he’s always been good at that part. It’s the rest of making a relationship work that he’s sometimes rubbish at. “Yes, I’ll meet her,” he says quickly as another text comes through for him.

‘Well?’ Aaron asks him and he pictures him looking annoyed, glaring at the phone, a crease in his forehead between his eyebrows, but biting at his lip which always makes Robert weak for him.

“Briefly,” he tells Chrissie, giving her a hug so he can text behind her back. ‘I’ll be there,’ he tells Aaron. To Chrissie, he says, “I really can’t be late to this meeting.”

—-

By the time the wedding planner is due to arrive he’s pacing, back and forth across the living room floor much to Chrissie’s annoyance. He can’t help it though. He knows how stroppy Aaron gets when he’s late. Although, part of him enjoys the grumpiness, the part of Aaron that doesn’t just fall at his feet, that makes him work for it. He must be mad.

There’s a knock on the door and he’s hot on Chrissie’s heels as she goes to answer it, phone in his hand and ready to text Aaron and say he’s on his way. He’s already trying to think up an excuse if he’s late. Something that’s not ‘I had to meet with our wedding planner’. Nothing kills the mood more than reminding Aaron that he’s not the only one in his life.

The door swings open and Robert looks up, his phone slipping from suddenly sweaty hands and crashing to the floor. He’s sure his screen’s cracked but that doesn’t matter, his eyes are locked on the ghost in the doorway.

There’s concern in her eyes as she looks at him, concern he recognizes, remembers, has wished for, for years. It can’t be though. She’s older, but she would be. Her hair’s different, more modern, a bob with a bit of grey in it. Grey like she means for it to be there, like she’s proud of it. There’s still some of her old color too, though he’s sure it’s not real anymore. He doesn’t know if she’s real either. There’s crows feet around her eyes, that are still watching him curiously. Those are new. And then she smiles at him, maybe at Chrissie, but that smile is one he’s longed to see again, filled with the warmth of a home he’s been away from for too long.

All so familiar but what makes him certain, what makes him blurt out the word as she introduces herself, Vicky Roberts, the wedding planner, is what he sees under the scarf around her neck. It’s there for warmth, he knows, the scarf. It is January in Yorkshire after all. Underneath though, creeping along her skin up toward her jaw is the puckered skin of a scar, a burn. On the hand she extends toward Chrissie there’s another, reaching back under the sleeve of her jumper and coat.

“Mum?” The word feels heavy on his tongue and it lands like lead in the room as both women turn to gawp at him.

—-

“Robert!” Chrissie’s voice is sharp, half with surprise and half scolding him like a child for making a scene. She scoops up his phone and if he had any of his wits about him at the moment he’d be glad for the cracked screen. “What are you-?” She starts but then whispers, “Don’t be rude.”

He feels insane but it’s her, he’s so sure of it. Still, it can’t be. She’s been dead for so long. Surely he’s just seeing things.

It’s the woman in the doorway herself who makes it feel like he’s not completely lost it. “You-you know me?” She asks, her voice small and tentative.

“Well of course not,” Chrissie decides for the both of them. “Robert, darling, are you alright?”

She thinks he’s gone mad. Maybe he has but his mum is standing there in front of him, looking desperate for him to speak again.

“You’re my-“ It feels ridiculous for him to even say it again. “I think-“ he amends, “I think you’re my mum.”

—-

She’s sitting in their living room now, his mum, Sarah, Vicky Roberts, and she can’t stop staring at him and he can’t stop looking at her. Chrissie’s moving around their little bubble, bringing them tea, asking how she likes it.

“One sugar and a dash of milk,” Robert answers for her, the phrase coming back to him.

“How did you-?” his mum questions through a smile. Chrissie’s waiting, not believing him. “He’s exactly right,” she confirms.

He watches her sip at her tea and he feels like he’s gone back in time. She doesn’t remember the past though she’d told him. Amnesia from trauma from the fire she was in. She didn’t know anymore than that. Just that she’d been found on the side of the road just outside Hotten with no idea how she’d gotten there. A head wound and burns across her body had left her in a coma for months and when she’d come out of it her mind was blank and she’d been scrabbling around for some kind of familiarity ever since.

“It was a barn fire,” Robert tells her, twitching at the words as they still bring him pain. He wants to tell her everything, spew out his entire life story and hers all at once, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm her, doesn’t want to ruin this before it really begins. It feels like at any moment she could just blink out of existence and he’ll wake up somewhere, drunk and maudlin about what he could have had. What else could this be but a dream?

She’s listening intently, hanging onto his every word. He’s a link to a past she thought lost forever. “I don’t remember,” she says, her frustration clear and then, “Sarah Sugden.” She’s said it a few times now, trying see how it feels.

“You must remember something,” he says. “Where did Vicky Roberts come from?” He’s trying desperately to get her to grasp onto something too. What kind of cruel twist of fate to give him his mum back but without any of her left?

“I had to choose a name for myself and those just seemed right somehow,” she tells him. “And you’re...Robert.” She says the name with a thoughtful look and a slight grin on her face, happy that she held onto something.

He smiles back at her, beaming at the knowledge that some part of him stayed with her. “You have a daughter, my sister. Her name is Victoria,” he explains further, his voice shaking with nerves.

“A daughter,” she smiles again, working over the concept in her head. There’s sadness there too, he thinks. Sadness that she can’t remember, sadness that she’s missed out perhaps. He feels the same.

“And...An-Andy,” he trips over his brother’s name, the two syllables stinging his tongue as he thinks about having to tell her it was Andy who started the fire. He can do that himself, Robert decides. Andy owes that to her, to him.

Chrissie sits down next to him and he realizes he’d almost forgotten she was even here. She takes his hand in hers and squeezes, trying to be a comfort to him but he just feels suffocated all of a sudden. Next to her, in this house. Since he’d been back they’d been things to show off but now he feels almost embarrassed, even if his mum didn’t remember. He wonders what she makes of him, if she’s happy that he’s her son. He was always a disappointment to Jack, but never to her. He hopes that holds true now, deep down.

—-

An hour later and he’s sitting beside her on the sofa, flipping through the faded, sticky pages of an old photo album, one she had put together once. It’s surreal sitting next to her, leaning over her shoulder and pointing out memories that she doesn’t have. Chrissie sits opposite them, trying get a look at the photos. He realizes he’s never even shown this to her. Trying to get ahead, it wasn’t the best idea to show off his more humble roots.

“That’s Ollie,” Robert points at the owl in his arms. “I helped nurse him back to health and then I got so attached I didn’t want to set him free again,” he laughs, remembering.

His mum smiles again but nothing connects.

“And that’s you holding Victoria just after she was born,” he says, running his finger over the plastic page and the photo underneath.

“It’s so strange,” she stares at the picture, “seeing yourself doing things you don’t remember doing with people you feel like you’ve never met.” She pauses and does what he did, running her hand over the page before looking over at him. “Sorry,” she tells him. “These are all your memories and I can’t share them the way you want me to.”

Robert wants to hug her, tell her to take her time. Even if none of it comes back, she’s still here and alive and he’ll take that right now. He restrains himself though, not sure what she would make of him lunging at her. “Don’t be sorry,” he rushes to say instead. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not,” she sighs in frustration. “All I’ve wanted for fourteen years is to fill this hole in my brain.” She flips to the next page and stops, staring at a photo of her and Jack. Pointing at him, she turns to him again.

“That’s Dad,” he says, feeling uncomfortable when he thinks about what happened between them, what led her to be in that barn in the first place.

She stares a moment longer, lines on her forehead deepening as she concentrates on the face of the man she married once. “Jack,” she pulls the name out of thin air and Robert gasps, never so happy to hear his father’s name.

“You-you remember?” he blurts out.

She seems surprised herself, sitting up, eyebrows raised. Her mouth opens again, forming the name silently. “I screamed it,” she says, sinking back into the sofa again, closing her eyes around a memory. “I can feel it, the heat closing in, strangling my voice but I screamed his name.” Her body shudders and she reaches up to kneed her forehead between two fingers.

Again he wants to hug her, wrap her up in his arms and protect her the way he couldn’t back then. He settles on the squeeze of her shoulder, just to let her know that someone is here for her. Her eyes flutter open, startled and he’s afraid he’s made a mistake but then she settles again and leans into his touch. He feels his heart swell in his chest.

“When I hired you, Robert, I did expect you to actually do some work,” Lawrence’s smug voice shatters the moment as he sweeps into the room, an intruder.

“Dad!” Chrissie scolds him and shoots Robert an apologetic look as she flies up off of the chair and leads Lawrence back out again.

A moment and a few whispered words later and he’s poking his head back in, wide eyed yet mistrustful. Robert’s only hated him more when he was faking that heart attack and interrupting his speech at the cemetery. It takes all his self control not to go off on him as he pops back out again.

“My soon to be father in law who hates me,” he says by way of explanation.

“Oh Robert, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” his mum tells him and he melts. She sounds so like how she used to and he wants to drown himself in that feeling.

She seems to feel it too, some connection between them and she looks bewildered by it. He can’t imagine how she must be feeling about all of this. An hour or so ago she was Vicky Roberts, a woman with a blank past and now she finds out she has all of this family she’d forgotten. Her fingers press into her forehead again, right between her eyes, making small circles there and he squeezes her shoulder again, the only thing he can think to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Bringing her hand back down to the page of the album, she shakes off whatever had come over her. “I’ll be fine,” she assures him, still staring at the photo. When she turns back to him she asks, “Jack...your dad, is-”

Robert swallows hard, doesn’t know if she remembers that they weren’t exactly together at the time. He doesn’t know how much this is going to hurt but he can’t lie to her. “He...died a few years ago,” he tells her.

“Oh,” she sighs, and there seems not to be sadness so much as frustration at a potential connection lost. “And Victoria and...uh...Andy?”

That doesn’t hurt as much to answer. “They’re both still in the village,” he says. “Vic works at the pub. She’s a chef. And Andy...he’s a farmer. Like Dad.”

She looks at him carefully, like she’s studying him. “You didn’t want to be a farmer.” It’s not a question.

His heart is in his throat. “You remember?” he nearly begs for the answer.

“It’s all so hazy,” she says, massaging her forehead again. “Like putting together a puzzle in the dark without all of the pieces. This, this is more than I’ve ever remembered before though. Being here, with you, seeing all of these pictures, it’s helping. I-I don’t-I don’t want the memories to stop.”

Robert smiles at her, his eyes tearing up. He never cries, not anymore, but having her here means more to him than anything else ever could. “I don’t either,” he agrees. “I can take you to the village, to the pub. Vic has a shift today. Maybe it’ll help.”

“I’d like that very much,” she says, her smile matching his along with the glistening tears in her eyes.

Chrissie appears in the doorway again, looking like a bit of a spare part and hating it. “Well that’s Dad sorted. Can I get anyone anything else?”

Robert stands, helping his mum up from the sofa and grabbing her coat from where it was laid over the back. “I was going to take her to the pub actually.”

“Oh right, of course,” Chrissie spits out quickly.

Reluctantly, Robert leaves his mum’s side and rounds the coffee table and the chairs and takes Chrissie’s arms in his. “You don’t mind do you? Only-”

“Of course I don’t mind,” she tells him. “Robert this is your mum. If I could have my mum back-”

“I know,” he whispers and kisses her cheek. “And thank you.”

His mum is by his side again, reaching out towards Chrissie, a hand on her arm above his own. “I’m so sorry. I came here with a job to do and I’ve-well we’ve gotten a bit side-tracked haven’t we?”

“Don’t be silly,” Chrissie assures her, a warm smile on her face. “This is more important.”

“And so is my son’s wedding,” she beams back and Robert feels his heart beat just a bit faster at hearing her call him her son. “We will reschedule. I promise.”

Chrissie nods, tears in her eyes as well as she takes in the moment, mother and son reunited, before shooing them towards the door. With a returned kiss on his cheek, she hands him his coat and wishes him luck.

—-

“I can’t believe it,” Vic just keeps saying over and over again, clutching her blue chef’s hat in tight, shaking hands. “I can’t actually- can I hug you?”

She doesn’t even let her answer before she’s flinging arms around their mum, burying her tear stained face into the folds of her jumper and scarf. For a moment Sarah freezes, unsure, but then something kicks in and she’s wrapping his little sister up in a warm embrace. Jealousy washes over him for a second before he pushes it down, feeling the acute absence of her arms around him. He wishes he had asked for a hug.

“Let her breathe Victoria,” Diane warns her off with a good natured laugh when the hug lasts a bit too long.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologizes as she backs off, straightening Sarah’s scarf for her. “I just-“

“Can’t believe it?” Sarah finishes for her. “Neither can I. Certainly not what I expected when I took this job.”

“Job?” Vic asks. He didn’t really get a chance to explain the whole thing yet.

“She’s our new wedding planner,” Robert tells her. “If we haven’t scared her off.” He adds the last bit in, in some desperate need to gauge the situation all of a sudden.

“Oh that’s perfect, Rob!” Vic’s eyes light up. “Hey does that mean you’re actually going to give me the cake job then? Cause I’ve got ideas-“

“Vic!” He rolls his eyes. She’s been at him for a month now asking about it.

“I’d love to hear about them,” Sarah tells her, both in wedding planner and mum mode at the same time. “And of course you haven’t scared me off.”

There’s quiet voices behind them at the door that cease the moment they spot Sarah. Robert turns to see Andy there and the relaxed, warmth he’d been feeling immediately runs cold and his body stiffens. Katie’s on his arm, looking frosty. She still hasn’t forgiven him for the rings and ruining the wedding and normally when he’s reminded of it, he feels mostly smug about even if he wishes he hadn’t done it. Anything to wind her up. Now, he just feels ashamed, standing next to his mum. She’d probably have been furious along with the rest of them if she’d been here.

She could have been here, he thinks, looking at Andy. His brother might not have killed her in the end but he took her from him all the same. All the hatred he had for him back then comes bubbling back to the surface, all compressed and forced into a single withering stare. Andy has the decency to look guilty when he looks at Sarah but he hardly even bothers to glance his way, which only makes Robert all the more furious.

All these years, he could have had his mum. When Andy and Jack were united against him, he could have had her on his side. He might have done better in school, on his exams, if he’d had her there to encourage him, rather than just his dad’s disappointment hanging over him. He might not have ended up on that road near Wilson’s field, playing chicken and ready to kill his brother. He might never have been sent away, from his home, his family. So many what ifs swirl around in his head, making him dizzy.

“Hi,” he barely hears Andy say sheepishly even though he’s right in front of him.

“And you’re Andy,” she replies kindly but her expression looks a bit blank and it makes Robert a bit smug to know he has more of a connection with her than him.

“It’s so-I can’t believe-I-“ Andy stutters as he studies her. Robert sees the exact moment he notices the burn scars on her neck because his face goes white as a sheet and he blurts out an, “I’m so sorry.”

There’s tears in his eyes now and Robert’s too although his burn with hatred. Sarah looks taken aback by the display of emotion. She doesn’t have a clue and despite his anger, Robert doesn’t want to be the one to explain it to her. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to.

“I did it,” Andy blurts again, Katie hanging on his arm, trying to calm him down. The early pub goers are staring now, no one else is really there who knows the tale though.

“Did what?” Sarah asks, her face contorted in her confusion. The creases in her forehead deepen more as she tries to work out something she feels like she should remember. This isn’t one of those memories she should have though.

“I’m sorry,” Andy sobs and now Vic’s crying and Diane’s coming around the bar to comfort him and Robert just wants to roll his eyes. Andy’s trying to admit he almost burned his mum alive and they’re still falling all over themselves to be there for him. And what does he ever get? Nothing.

“Oh Andy,” Diane tries to soothe him.

Vic chimes in with an “Andy no.”

Robert doesn’t understand why his sister isn’t more upset with Andy for taking her mum away like he is. It only angers him more, his hands balled into fists at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms.

“I-I-I did it, I started the fire,” he finally gets out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“You didn’t mean it?” Sarah’s tone is harsh and Robert feels vindicated for a moment.

“I didn’t know anyone was in there,” he tries to explain frantically. “It was-it was for the insurance. It was stupid, I know, but the farm was failing and I wanted to help Dad and-“

Sarah backs up against the bar, using it to support her weight as she sags against it. It’s too much for her, Robert can see that, trying to process it all. Andy takes a step forward, still sobbing out apology after apology but Robert puts himself between them, a stern look on his face, hoping Andy gets the message.

“I shouldn’t have come,” Andy sighs. “I’m so sorry. Please believe that.”

He pulls free of Vic’s and Diane’s and Katie’s grasps and hurries out of the pub amongst the whispers of the punters. Before she runs after him, Katie shoots him a dagger filled glare that promises him death if he makes this worse. He only shrugs at her. Let Andy feel bad for what he did. He should.

Turning back to his mum, he helps her up onto one of the bar stools and Chas who’s joined them, briefed on the situation by Diane, gets her a glass of water. She’s got her eyes closed again and he wonders if she’s reliving the fire. Abandoning some of his earlier restraint, he pulls her into a one armed embrace and she lays her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t save her back then, but he can be here for her now.

—-

“Here you are,” Marlon says brightly, as he sets out their food in front of them. He doesn’t go though, just stands there with his hands on his hips, staring. “I just, wow,” he gasps. “Oh! You probably don’t remember me!”

“No,” she replies politely, but again, Robert can see the frustration simmering underneath. “I take it I should.”

“Marlon,” he introduces himself, “Marlon Dingle. We used to work together once! Like mother like daughter I guess, but well-“

“Marlon,” Robert cuts off his rambling before he sits down and recounts their whole history. There’ll be time for that later if she wants.

“Oh, right, sorry. I’ll just let you get on,” the gangly chef apologizes and heads back to the kitchen.

Sarah hangs her head as he goes, looking a bit defeated, a bit angry at herself. Over her head, Robert shares a worried look with Vic, both of them out of their depth with this. Fingertips pinch at her forehead again, like if she massages it enough, all of her memories will come back to her. He wishes that were the case.

“I should remember,” Sarah chastises herself, staring blankly at her meal. Robert hates seeing her like this, empty. He wants to see the quick witted fire back in her he remembers from his youth. “And I should...I should go after...after-”

“Andy?” Vic provides the name for her with a gentle smile. “Katie’s with him. She’ll sort him.”

“Katie,” she says the name to herself like she’s trying to hold onto it.

“His wife,” Vic fills in the blank. “It just, it took him a long time to get over what he’d done. Seeing you, it’s just brought it all back up.” She pauses, eyes full of sympathy, letting Sarah process the information and Robert keeps his mouth shut, or tries to, managing to only let out a quiet grunt of derision for his brother. “It really was an accident though.”

An accident that changed everything, Robert curses Andy to himself as he pushes his food around his plate. He’s not hungry even though it’s lunchtime now. He should just be enjoying having his mum back but instead he can’t stop his mind from working on overdrive. There’s others in the pub now too, gawking at them. Zak and Lisa are there and Paddy and they’ve got matching bewildered looks on their faces, mouths hanging open and closing so as to not draw attention. Robert sees them though, sees another familiar face wander into the bar as well. He’d forgotten about Aaron, about their barn meeting, his useless phone still smashed up back at Home Farm. Catching his eye, Aaron fixes him with an irritated glare and one of his frowns, this one saying ‘I don’t care about you’. Robert feels his heart sink at that but even as it does, he can feel shame prickling up his spine as he sits next to his mum. He tries to focus on her, on the conversation she’s having with Vic beside him.

“-out of the barn?” he catches Vic saying.

“I’ve tried so hard to piece it together over the years,” Sarah tells her, “but I’ve blocked so much out. I barely even remembered the fire beyond the feeling of burning before today.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Victoria cringe at the words and an apologetic expression wash over his mum’s face. But with his divided attention, he’s still watching Aaron at the bar, greeting Zak and Lisa, having an awkward exchange with Paddy who gives him some kind of envelope. A card. His birthday, Robert remembers suddenly, remembers all the plans he had for Aaron that morning.

“Sorry love,” he hears Chas tell him, nodding in the direction of their table, “You’ve been a bit upstaged today,”

Aaron shrugs and follows her gaze and they lock eyes again briefly but he doesn’t linger on him long before moving onto Sarah. “Who is that then?”

“Sarah Sugden back from the dead apparently,” Chas says it so flippantly, barely scratching the surface on what a monumental moment this is for him. “I never knew her but it’s knocked Vic and Diane for six.” Robert doesn’t miss that she leaves him out.

Aaron doesn’t ignore him though, eyes flitting back to his, widening in disbelief and Robert can only nod to confirm it’s real. For a moment, he’s caught, transfixed in Aaron’s gaze, lost in the concern for him he sees there, and then suddenly he’s back to spiraling, the what ifs assaulting his brain again.

Beside him, Sarah notices a picture hanging on the wall. “Is that Jack?” he hears her ask.

Vic’s on hand with an answer, “Yes! You remember Dad?” Her excitement pours out of her but it does nothing to penetrate the constant barrage of thoughts swimming around in his head.

What if Andy had never lit that match? What if his mum had come home that night?

“Only bits and pieces,” Sarah tells Vic.

He hears Vic’s sigh of disappointment humming underneath more questions.

What if his mum and dad had worked things out? What if she had moved back in?

At the bar the Dingles are talking, Paddy stuttering through a story about Sarah to Chas, Chas mostly ignoring him and focusing on Aaron, asking him if he wants a birthday pint.

What if they had become a proper family again?

“-on the wall?” Sarah asks and he missed the first half. “Did he own this place?”

“Oh,” Vic goes quiet for a moment in time for another question as Aaron ignores Chas’s question about the pint to keep focusing on him.

What if his mum had been there that that summer? When Tom had been helping on the farm?

“He uh-” Vic pauses again and he can see her looking at him for help but he has none to offer.

“It’s alright Victoria,” Sarah tells her, gives her hand a squeeze, her other hand still massaging her forehead. “I want to know as much as possible. Good or bad.”

What if she had found him in his room-

“After,” Vic starts, “after you-well he married Diane.” He sees her point to the woman in question, serving another punter behind the bar. “She put his picture up after he...after he died. To honor his memory.”

-when he kissed- Aaron’s name flashes in his mind before he corrects himself - Tom?

“He was with her before,” he hears Sarah say. “Wasn’t he?”

“I don’t-” Vic stops, unsure of herself.

What if he had told her about Tom in the first place? That he liked him? What if-

“Are you okay?” Vic asks.

It’s too much, he thinks.

“It’s too much,” Sarah says his words out loud, making him swing his head back towards his mum, angry at himself for getting distracted.

She’s got her head in her hands, her face gone pale and she’s shaking ever so slightly.

“Mum!” he shouts over his own thoughts, his voice too loud. He startles her and she turns toward him looking rattled, panicked.

“Mum,” Vic echoes him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, being a damn sight more useful than him at the moment. “Let’s get you to the back room. You can have a lie down.” She gets her up and looks toward the bar. “Diane?”

“Of course, pet,” Diane tells her, moving Dingles out of the way so she can let them through easier.

Robert abandons their lunches, trailing after them in a daze still himself. It was all too much, the thoughts swirling around in his head, all the pieces of memories flooding back into hers. Maybe the pub hadn’t been such a good idea but she’d wanted to come. She’d wanted more, he tells himself to assuage the guilt. On his way through, he brushes by Aaron, exchanging another glance, Aaron’s eyes full of worry, not for his mum but for him. Their arms brush, shoulder to fingertips and he can’t help but wish it lasted longer before he’s following Vic and his mum and Diane into the back, watching his little sister pull it together to settle Sarah down on the sofa. Diane’s getting her a glass of water and he’s just standing there like a spare part. He should be doing something, offering to call her doctor, something practical. That’s how he usually operates but all he can do is stare, thinking.

After another moment, frozen, Aaron comes through, Chas on his heels, offering help if needed. Robert can’t help thinking that Aaron should be furious with him for missing their barn meeting, should be telling him he’s blown it, that he should pull his investment from their non existent business or something, but instead, he’s just standing there, wanting to help in any way he can. And Robert wants him to.

What if she had known that he liked-what if she’d been alright with it?

“I need some air,” he says suddenly, the words barely a whisper.

“Robert!” he hears Vic shout after him but he doesn’t stop, needs to get out of there for just a minute or two.

---

He’s found himself a spot on the picnic benches, head resting in his hands, body shivering because like an idiot, he’d gone out without a coat on. It doesn’t matter though; he can’t go back in yet. Not until he clears his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He has her here now and he should be in there helping her. Chrissie should be with him but he’d left her behind and Aaron-

The bench dips underneath his thighs as extra weight is added to it, a pair of black jeans appearing next to his blue ones. Reluctantly, he looks up to find Aaron watching him. His cheeks are flushed from the cold and his gelled hair is being blown free from its hold by the wind, but his eyes are kind and Robert knows he doesn’t deserve them.

“What was all that about then?” Aaron asks him. “They’re all worried.”

“Doubtful,” Robert defaults.

“Your mum is,” Aaron says softly and yeah, maybe just maybe that’s true. He’d forgotten what that was like. “Guess now I know why you stood me up.”

There’s that frown that’s not a frown again and it both settles something in him and flips it on its head all over again. “I didn’t-I meant-” he’s stuttering like Paddy now. “I was coming and then Chrissie-she wanted me to meet the wedding planner.”

“Wedding planner?”

“My mum was the wedding planner,” he explains.

Aaron laughs, covers it quickly, but laughs all the same and yeah, if he wasn’t all twisted up inside, it probably would be funny. He can’t laugh though so instead he watches the little puffs of breath from Aaron’s laugh dance in the cold air in front of his lips before they disappear.

“Wow,” Aaron sighs, shaking his head, before he turns more serious. “What ya doing out here then, eh? I know how much she means to you.”

He does know, Robert thinks. He’s the only one that listened to him when he was upset about Lawrence ruining his speech at her memorial and they barely even knew each other then. Aaron’s always ready to listen, just like now.

“I just-” Only he doesn’t know quite what to say. “Andy was here.”

“Oh?”

“You know what he did,” Robert says. “He told her. I didn’t think he’d have the balls but he told her.”

“Shit,” Aaron assesses the gravity of the situation succinctly.

“And all I could think was what if-” he stops himself. He can’t tell Aaron all of this. There has to be some shortened version, something he can say to make it all make sense. “I could be-if he-never mind.”

Flustered, he pushes himself up from the table and stalks off, hands tucked into his armpits for warmth, getting further and further away from where he should be. His mum is here, she’s here and she’s struggling and he’s running around the village like an idiot because-he can’t finish that thought.

---

Aaron finds him on the bridge, leaning over the railing, half wishing the river was deeper so he could just jump in and let it carry him away for a while. Quietly, gently, Aaron takes the place beside him, mirroring his pose, elbows up on the railing, a small gap between their bodies that Robert dares himself to close. He doesn’t and neither does Aaron. They just stand there in silence for a while, watching the cold water below.

Eventually, Aaron speaks. “I use to play a game with myself,” he says softly. “What if my mum had never left me as a kid? What if she had taken me with her when she went? What if I’d grown up surrounded by my mad family instead of isolated with my dad?”

The word ‘isolated’ strikes him as odd but Aaron rarely talks this much so he listens.

“Would my life have been different?” he continues. “Would it have been better? Would I have been better? Less of the screwed up mess that I am?”

“You’re not,” Robert can’t help himself but say.

Aaron huffs. “Yeah well you don’t know me that well, but you’ve seen-” he pauses, curls in on himself a bit, “my scars.”

Robert thinks back to that night in that - gay bar - what he’d said before he stormed out. He hadn’t regretted it enough then but he does now, seeing the way Aaron looks when he says the words. It was just, being in that place, it put him on edge. That wasn’t him, no matter what box Aaron wanted to put him in. That was one time Aaron wasn’t listening, not properly, not about Andy and the ring. He didn’t get it but maybe now-

“What if Andy hadn’t started that fire?” Robert says. “Maybe he didn’t kill her but I lost her all the same. What if I hadn’t? She always-she always understood me you know?” “Suppose someone had to,” Aaron quips, knocking shoulders with him to lighten the seriousness of the mood. He’s grateful, despite being teased.

“My dad never did,” he admits. “Everything changed when I lost her. My relationship with Andy, Dad. I set out on this path trying to prove- what do you do when you feel like you could have been a whole different person with a whole different life if you’d just-”

“You accept the way things are,” Aaron tells him plainly. “I’ve got my mum back in my life now and we’re in a good place. You could have the same.”

“I’ve missed her,” he blurts out. “So much.”

“I know,” Aaron says, a hand patting his shoulder and pulling him towards him. “Come here.”

A hug. They haven’t done this before and it shows, Aaron’s arms awkwardly wrapping around him, one over his shoulder and one under his arm. They don’t fit at first. Aaron’s on his toes and Robert’s just standing there, too stunned to make an effort. And then, warm, Aaron’s warm and his fingers are clutching at the back of his jumper, bunching up the fabric and tugging him in and finally, Robert allows himself to let go. He buries his face into the folds of Aaron’s worn purple hoodie, hands stretching across his back and meeting in the middle as they press closer to one another. They’ve seen each other without clothes but this is the most naked he’s ever felt with him. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.

What if his mum had known back then he’d liked Tom? What if she’d known he’d liked boys as well as girls? What if she’d accepted him? What if this could be-no-no-Aaron told him to accept the way things are. He’s with Chrissie. He loves her. They’re getting married. His mum showed up as his wedding planner. She’s there at the pub, back in his life after all this time and he’s here, wasting his time on some fling, something that’s not even real. He can’t do this.

“I can’t,” he sputters, pushing Aaron away.

He tries to ignore it, but he can’t miss the hurt on Aaron’s face. It’s better this way though, to break it off now before either of them get in too deep. And yet-he lies to himself like he has before. He’s got Chrissie and that’s enough. It’s time to go.

“Sorry,” he manages at least before he’s taking off across the bridge and back towards the Woolpack.

“Robert!” Aaron’s call follows him for a time but he just pushes onward, trying not to listen.

#robron #fan fic #unfinished wip that someone should make me finish at some point cause i'm the worst at finishing things

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chvrliesapcet · 3 years ago

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ever since olivia rodrigo released her debut album, SOUR, i have been listening to it on repeat (totally not kidding). so, after seeing a girl on tiktok do something like this, but with the avengers, i was inspired to make this post. there you go:

the poets as olivia rodrigo’s songs.

trigger warning: mention of su*c*de and mental health issues.

brutal: all of them. they’re teenagers, insecure sometimes, trying their best, but sadly not living the teenage dream (what is it, that fucking teenage dream, anyway?). “if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth, " i’m gonna cry” and they can’t quit what they’re doing, because their parents would most likely be hurt. “and they'd all be so disappointed 'cause who am if, if not exploited?” they once recited the lyrics of this song as a poem, during one of their meetings, and they were all laughing their asses off. life at hell-ton is brutal, what can i say?

traitor: knox, of course. “god i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you” or “guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor” just hit different for him. he thinks about chris when he listens to this song, that’s for sure..! we can’t really blame chris for knox falling in love with her though,, sorry buddy.

drivers license: knox, again. poor boy listens to this song while riding his bike, crying his eyes out. “but today i drove through the suburbs, crying 'cause you weren't around” chris isn’t with that blonde girl, she is that blonde girl. knox has never felt this way for no one, and it’s hard for him to imagine that chris is, well, doing okay without him. he thinks and talks about her all the time. “and all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you, but i kinda feel sorry for them 'cause they'll never know you the way that i do”

1 step forward, 3 steps back: todd. like many people (including me!) when he listens to this song, he doesn’t necessarily think of a past relationship (mostly because he has never dated anyone before neil). he thinks of his mental health struggles, such as his anxiety, instead. it’s hard, sometimes. he thinks he’s getting better, but then realizes he isn’t.. “got me fucked up in the head, boy. never doubted myself so much. like am i pretty, am i fun boy? i hate that i gave you power over that kinda stuff” need i say more? this song is as soft, but as sad, as he is.

deja vu: keating. this is.. kind of a joke, but only because i didn’t know who to pair this song with. john was an original member of the dead poets society, and knowing that now, other teenage boys are taking turns reading poetry, in the old indian cave, reminds him of his teenage years. “so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused. that was our place, i found it first” olivia’s music isn’t the type of music he normally listens to, but after hearing students (the poets) talk about her album, during his class, he decided he’d give it a try. he likes it. he loves the lyrics, mostly.

good 4 u: CHARLIE. he loves screaming the lyrics to this song. especially the bridge and the last chorus. “LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” cameron has to beg him to turn the volume down,, he doesn’t listen to him, obviously, and instead turns the volume up. his argument? ‘this song is meant to be played loud!’ to which cameron responds ‘but not that loud! i’m trying to study!’ he thinks looking at his roommate directly in the eye when singing “baby, what the fuck is up with that?” exactly the way olivia does is funny. cameron just rolls his eyes every time, but it’s hard for him to hide the smile taking place on his lips.

enough for you: pitts. although he and stev/phen are both super, super smart, i think meeks is the ‘genius’ of the group. and that, can, sometimes, make pitts feel like he might not be good enough for his boyfriend, whom he loves very much. “and i knew how you took your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart” whenever he doubts himself, meeks is the first to reassure him and tell him he’s more than enough, but still.. “'cause all i ever wanted was to be enough for you” he listens to this song with his earphones, always, so no one knows he listens to it on repeat.

happier: meeks. ever since charlie got expelled, he can’t stop listening to this song. these two were pretty close, (“he flatters me, that’s why i help him with latin”) and stev/phen doesn’t like thinking about his friend being in a new school, and spending time with other people. “so find someone great but don't find no one better. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier” he wishes charlie would still be with them, at welton, even if he hated it. “your friends aren't mine, you know, i know. you’ve moved on, found someone new” or “does she mean you forgot about me?” he’s being a bit overdramatic, considering charlie comes to see the poets at least once a week, and still attends the dps meetings.. but anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: cameron, because, yes, he’s smart and everything, but he’s still jealous of other people, and wishes he were different. he thinks he should be like the other guys. “all i see, is what i should be, happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy” he also thinks that, maybe then, people would like him more </3. he knows no one really hates him, but feels like no one really likes him, either. and in his opinion, it’s because he’s.. him. “I'm so sick of myself, i’d rather be, rather be, anyone, anyone else” just like mr. k, this type of music isn’t what he usually listens to, but he relates to this song so much, he can’t help but listen to it at least once a day.

favorite crime: neil. just like todd, he doesn’t associate this song with a relationship he had in the past. actually, he thinks of his father (and his mom, a bit, too) and all of the things his dad forces him to do, even if it upsets him. “those things i did, just so i could call you mine. the things you did, well, i hope i was your favorite crime” i know we don’t usually talk about the canon ending, but i have to. mr. perry didn’t want his son to pursue his dreams, and planned neil’s life for him, which made him feel so miserable, he sadly committed su*c*de.. but then, his dad wasn’t blamed for it, to preserve his reputation. “and i watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody” todd knows this was neil’s favorite song. he listens to it once in a while, in their room, alone, and cries.

hope ur ok: all of them. do they know how proud i am they were created? after all they’ve been through, especially their family problems, i’m glad they found each other. “she was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood” and even when life throws bad things at them, they always stay strong, and support each other through everything. they’re very brave. “well, i hope you know how proud i am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred” i love them, my beautiful poets <33

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pepperonijem · 4 years ago

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ii. yakap || marahuyo

ii. yakap → series masterlist

Yakap (v.) Filipino: to embrace, to hug.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Filipino!Reader

Warnings: there are a few words and phrases in Filipino, but I have provided a glossary at the bottom with the translations! (Also, absolutely no plot, just fluff and vibes.)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Sometimes love is slow-dancing in the kitchen. Sometimes love is slow kisses before bed. Sometimes love is just being in his arms.

A/N: I'm so sorry I let you all think this series was dead. TBH I have had a hard time trying to write this series, and have made many attempts in the last two years, but this is the first time I've actually felt proud of what I wrote.

I even made a playlist to go along with this chapter! It's a playlist of new and older Filipino love songs that helped me to write this chapter. (Also follow me on spotify while ur here)

“Bago tayo magkayakap sa dilim…”

“So wait, what’s this song about again?”

“Well they’re talking about holding each other in the dark,” you chuckled as you handed the washed plate over to Peter. “But like… suggestively.” His eyebrow shot up as he finished wiping the plate before putting it away and you playfully poked his side.

“I’ll be sure to remember that one,” he smirked at you. “Yakap sa dilim,” he repeated with his best effort at a Filipino accent. You couldn’t help but smile up at him as he spoke, admiring his efforts at getting to know your culture. Every day felt like you were giving him more of you to love and he was embracing every bit of it.

Looking back, you’re not sure why you were ever nervous to share these things with Peter, or anyone for that matter. You had come a long way from the person who was afraid to eat their lunch with a spoon and fork at school, who was anxious of the weird stares when you spoke to your mom in Tagalog over the phone, who hid their heritage in an effort to fit in. You only ever wished that it hadn’t taken you so long to be proud of your culture.

Now, you enjoyed any opportunity you could to teach him more about the Philippines, about your language, your food, but especially your music. There was something about Filipino love songs that just made you feel both nostalgic and just kilig. It was an easy way to sum up how you felt about the brown haired boy standing next to you.

He returned your smile before planting a kiss on your forehead. The next few moments passed in silence with nothing but soft music playing through the speakers on your phone as you finished washing up the dishes. It had been a quiet night. Dinner and domesticity. And with Peter, it was all you needed for a good time. Once the last of the dishes had been put away, you suddenly felt his arms wrap around your waist as he spun you around to face him.

“Dance with me,” he smiled softly, his hand cupping your cheek. “It’s your favorite song.” You felt the calloused pad of his thumb, barely there, ghosting over your cheek. He pulled you in close, so that your head was resting on his chest and your arms draped around his neck. You felt the warmth of his breath as he rested his cheek on the top of your hair. The familiar scent of his Midtown sweater filled your nose and you let yourself relax as the two of you swayed side to side with the music.

“At ngayon, nandiyan ka,” you began to sing softly along with the music. “‘Di mapaliwanag ang nadarama.” You felt Peter smile against you and you wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling him closer. The song was one of your favorites because of the way it captured how you felt about the boy dancing around the kitchen with you. The way you felt about him was something you couldn’t put into words. Two languages and you still would never have the right words to tell him how you cherished him, but nothing could keep you from trying.

Now, you’re here, and I can’t explain what I feel.

Peter hummed along quietly. He was more than familiar with the song, hearing you play it in your car, on the piano, or just absentmindedly singing to yourself. Although he couldn’t make out many words in the song, he had picked up enough to know that the title, Ikaw at Ako, meant You and I. It was enough for him to understand you were thinking of him every time you played it, including right now.

The excitement from knowing that, in this quiet and small moment, all you were thinking about was him was enough to send his heart into overdrive. He didn’t need to understand every word to know that the feeling of you in his arms, of having these intimate moments, was something he wanted every day for forever.

As the song came to a close Peter pulled away, lifting both hands to rest on your cheeks. His thumbs traced across your cheekbone gently, but with a subtle desperation, like you were a dream he was afraid to wake up from. His smile was soft, but his eyes wandered around your face, trying to remember every detail and you wondered what was going on in his head. Afraid to break the silence, you brought one of your hands to cover his.

“Mula ngayon, hanggang dulo, ikaw at ako.” The last line of the song floated over the silence that had come to rest between the two of you, dissolving it like a cloud. You smiled into Peter’s hands. “From now until the end.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Peter’s lips descended on yours, landing in a slow kiss. Even now, you could feel him smiling against your lips. As the next song began to play over the speakers, Peter pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he breathed out so quietly you would have mistaken it for a sigh until he added “mahal kita.”

It wasn’t the first time you heard him say the words out loud, but they sounded more familiar than anything. It was like hearing a song from your childhood 15 years later and still knowing every word. It was like coming home after a long day.

The words escaped your lips before you could even think. “I love you too, Peter.” The grin on his face spread to the corners of his eyes before he kissed you again, and again, and again. He continued to pepper you with light kisses until you laughed and tried to pull away. He let you go before grasping your hand, lifting it up above your head, inviting you to twirl into him once more.

“One last twirl,” he promised. “Then it’s off to bed for us.” You landed with your back against his chest as Peter began to leave kisses on your neck, knowing exactly how ticklish you were, just to hear you laugh again. “I love you,” he whispered between each one, repeating it like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Somehow, one last twirl turned into six more songs and two pudding cups. It wasn’t until you let out a yawn that the two of you realized how late it had gotten. The pudding cups were thrown away, the speaker turned off, and pajamas were slipped on. You raced Peter to bed, sliding into the covers. He let you beat him, happy to tuck you in before sliding in next to you.

As Peter reached to turn off the lamp, you took the opportunity to snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his chest and draping your arm around his waist. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering goodnight against your skin. His fingers trailed against your arm and you let out a small chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?” He asked, sleep laced his voice with a light rasp.

“I was just thinking of that song,” you answered.

“Which song?”

“Yakap sa dilim.”

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Glossary:

"Bago tayo magkayakap sa dilim" || before we embrace in the dark

"Yakap sa dilim" || embrace in the dark

"Kilig" || the feeling of butterflies and romantic excitement

"At ngayon, nandiyan ka na" || and now you're here

"'Di mapaliwanag ang nadarama" || I can't explain how I feel

"Ikaw at ako" || You and I

"Mula ngayon, hanggang dulo, ikaw at ako" || from now until the end, you and I

"Mahal kita" || I love you

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker fan fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker #tom holland #tom holland fluff #fanfic #tom holland x reader #peter parker x filipino!reader #peter parker angst #harrison osterfield smut #tom holland x filipino!reader #spider-man

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years ago

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I just died laughing over ur last ficlet with geraskier as demons seducing each other. The set up was so good. And the ending *chef's kiss* 😂😂😂

The demon AU was a lot of fun to write and I wish I had a follow-up to that story. Alas, that seems to be a standalone story. However, I can offer you some idiots being, well, idiots.

It was just Eskel’s luck that he got to a village only to hear that the contract had already been snatched up by another witcher. Still, he was in a village with a tavern that had music and a bard who seemed to be whipping the crowd into a merry frenzy so Eskel risked staying for a drink and some food. If the other witcher objected to his presence, he could at least leave on a full stomach and a song stuck in his head. Because the bard was good, infuriatingly so. More like the kind that should be in a royal court than in a nameless backwater village. Maybe he was on the run, did something stupid like sleep with the wrong wife and now had a price on his head. it was none of Eskel’s business even if he liked to guess scenarios.

The set wound down and Eskel pulled his hood tighter around his face now that the music no longer distracted people from their surroundings. Hopefully the crowd was in too good a mood to chase him out. He didn’t expect someone to sit down opposite him and push a tankard across the table.

“I love how you just sit in the corner and brood.” It was said so teasingly, Eskel’s eyes flashed from under his hood, surprise stretching his scars across his cheek. “Don’t worry,” the man was quick to reassure, “you’re safe with me.”

As if a witcher was safe with a bard. There was no protection a bard could offer but Eskel still gave him a thorough once over.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the bard said with a wide grin, “I am-”

“You’re Geralt’s bard.” He could recognise the bruised teeth marks on the bard’s neck in a heartbeat. Especially when he had worn the very same marks quite proudly over winter. Not that Eskel was jealous. It wasn’t like he and Geralt had anything more than a winter romance each year.

“I prefer to think of Geralt as my witcher actually.” There was a slightly offended tone to the bard’s voice. “At least he talks of me, I guess that’s a positive. I’m Jaskier.”

“Eskel.”

Introductions made, there was a brief moment of silence and Eskel thought Jaskier would leave. Instead, it seemed Jaskier just getting comfortable and taking a deep drink from his own tankard.

“So, was it the wonderful singing that tipped you off as to who I was?”

Eyes on Jaskier’s neck, Eskel shook his head. “There’s not many people Geralt would mark as his own. Really, out on The Path, it’s just you.”

The unsaid implication that there were others Geralt would mark when not on The Path probably went over Jaskier’s head. Or not, as his eyes darkened.

“Well-” a long finger traced the rim of a tankard, “-seeing as Geralt has taken the only contract, I feel bad about having you get here only to find there’s nothing worthwhile in this village.”

If Eskel didn’t know better, he would have thought Jaskier was coming onto him. He obviously didn’t know better because Jaskier leaned closer, a hand popping a button on his already indecently open doublet.

“You’re his bard,” Eskel bit out and hastily tried to drain his drink so he could escape. There were a lot of things he was willing to do but he didn’t want to cross Geralt.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Jaskier’s eyes were dark. “I call him my witcher. But he has in no way claimed me as his bard. I’m open for the taking because he hasn’t got the message that I could be his.”

“I’ll leave him a message,” Eskel growled under his breath. If Jaskier was offering so openly, he would be a fool to turn him down. “You got a room?”

The way Jaskier jumped up, emptying his drink in a few quick gulps spoke volumes about his enthusiasm and Eskel knew he’d made the right choice. Even back at Kaer Morhen he and Geralt weren’t exclusive. They shared Lambert and even Aiden if he was there and in the mood. A hand around his wrist and Eskel was being tugged towards the rooms at the back. Someone even wolf whistled Jaskier and Eskel fought down a blush.

In the room he could smell Geralt, saw evidence of him having been by however that was quickly wiped from Eskel’s mind in favour of the world narrowing down to Jaskier.

The bed ended up smelling heavily of them and the throw had to be thrown to the ground as it had ended up covered in come. It was worth it though, especially when Eskel looked at Jaskier’s throat and, on the opposite side to Geralt’s fading mark, was an imprint of his own teeth. If Geralt missed the permeating smell, he would hopefully see Eskel’s message at least.

“Geralt better bring you to Kaer Morhen in the winter,” he murmured as he held Jaskier, both of them sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. “If he refuses, tell him you’ll be my guest and need escorting.”

“I’ll be there.”

Waiting until Jaskier was asleep, Eskel slipped out of the room and went to collect Scorpion. He didn’t want to waste money on a room of his own and he didn’t really want to be there when Geralt returned. Well, he did a little, just to see his reaction to the bite mark but by being there, the surprise would be somewhat ruined. It was easier to get ahead and have a few hours’ advantage over Geralt.

The sun was rising and Eskel was napping off the side of the road in a patch of soft moss when he heard the sound of hooves, accompanied by a lute. It couldn’t be an accident that Geralt and Jaskier were headed that way. Which meant Geralt had received the message.

Stepping out onto the road, Eskel had his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised.

Never a man of many words, Geralt dismounted and marched up to Eskel who stood his ground. A glove covered hand reached and gripped the back of Eskel’s neck, pulling him in. First it was just to rest their foreheads together but then the hand slipped to cup Eskel’s cheek and lips brushed against his. One soft kiss turned into something more forceful as if Geralt was making a point. By the time he pulled away, the were pressed chest to chest and Geralt’s thigh had slipped between Eskel’s.

“Can’t believe you didn’t wait for me.” Geralt’s voice was a low rasp. “Leave my bard all marked up but leave before I get back.”

“Oh, so I am your bard?” Jaskier was smiling, lounging against a tree and openly appreciating the view before him. “About time I got some recognition around here.”

“Shut up.” Geralt was almost smiling. “If you’re not careful, I’ll bring you to Kaer Morhen for winter. Then you’ll be the Wolf School’s bard.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Eskel barked out a laugh, head thrown back which turned breathless as Geralt nipped at his throat. The light brush of teeth turned to something harder and Eskel’s knees almost buckled as his hips rocked against Geralt’s thigh. The bastard stepped away, leaving Eskel high and dry.

“Come home for winter.” Geralt smirked and hopped up onto Roach. “Until then, Wolf.”

With a cheeky wave, Jaskier turned to follow Roach, sauntering after Geralt and already strumming a new tune.

Rubbing his throat, Eskel watched them leave. The mark smarted, a nice reminder of what he could expect, come winter. Even better, when he finally made it there, Jaskier was lounging in Aiden’s lap, both of them looking every bit like the cats who got the cream.

#geraskier #eskeralt #jaskel #geralt/jaskier/eskel #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #witchersexual jaskier #biting #marking #tldr: bite marks are a form of communication

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adoresobs · 5 years ago

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- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.

THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly

can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-

part one | part two | part three

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

THE SONG

you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.

“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.

userone quarantine got everyone looking rough

“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.

usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe

userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings

userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’

that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.

userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):

usersix we writing sad songs now-

“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”

userseven baby ur such a good person

usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive

usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh

“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”

userten shes so precious

usereleven timothée lost all this

usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying

your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.

“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”

you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.

“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”

“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”

you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.

“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.

“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this

userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):

userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”

“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.

“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”

“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.

“i, y/n l/n”

“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.

“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”

“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”

“i don’t recall that being what i said?”

“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY

userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry

usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-

“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”

“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.

“you know i care about you, right?”

“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.

timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”

“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.

“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”

“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.

timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.

“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”

“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”

“we both knew? or just you?”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD

arianagrande so proud of u xx

usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen

usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP

usertwentytwo can i be u pls

“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.

“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.

“admit it and the remote is all yours.”

“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.

“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.

“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”

you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.

usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight

usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!

your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”

harrystyles you sounded better than me

harrystyles think it’s your song now

usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>

“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.

the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.

your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.

my angel boy: hey

#Timothee Chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #timothee imagine #timothée hal chalamet #timothee fanfic #timothee x you #timmy imagine #timothee chalamet x you #timothee x y/n #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee fluff #timothee chalamet angst #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee chalamet fic

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suggiebabe · 4 years ago

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keigo/bakugo/todoroki having their s/o getting drunk at a party/bar and some guy's chatting with them or they're doing something goofy!

Go Home Y/N, You’re Drunk.

A/N: HEY THERE!!!!!!! Tysm for ur request anon <3!!! I have no idea what a drunk person acts like aside from the stereotypical drunk people in tv shows, so HERE U GO!!!!! Also sorry if this is late! The amount of energy school has taken out of me is insane, I don't remember it being this gross??

Edit: After reading the request like 3 times, I realize that I didn’t put Todoroki in a party/bar setting, I hope that’s alright!

Pairing: Hawks, Bakugou, Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, angst if you squint rlly hard, and mentions of alcohol. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

You and Keigo had agreed to one of your friend's parties and have fun since you both had nothing better to do

Hawks can hold his liquor VERY well, and you... not so much...

So when you kept on drinking, he knew tonight was probably going to be a busy night for him and his feathers

It started off with you starting to get all giggly, and he didn’t mind it that much cause he loves to hear your giggles

But then it started to escalate into you getting up and walking around the house, trying to talk with as many people as possible

This is when his feathers got to work

As soon as you got up, he sent two feathers to grabs the edge of your shirt and pull you back to your chair ignoring your complaints about how he's no fun

This didn’t always work though...

As your boyfriend was catching up with some old friends, you snuck off and went to go socialize with as many people as you could, well, that was your goal

You stopped at a group full of guys and proceeded to try and make a conversation with them

The guys took this as you being interested in them, which resulted in them aggressively trying flirting with you, but you were oblivious

They started to make a ruckus because of how you were ignoring their advances, which caused the everyone in the room to look over to you guys, including Keigo, and when his eyes landed on you, he immediately stomped over to stop the stupid interactions that were happening

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest then shot a glare at all the guys, which made them all shut up instantly

“Keep it in your pants you fucking degenerates!” he said, the anger clear in his voice, making the group of guys shrink in their places

Keigo pulled out of of the party deciding that that was enough partying for the night

As he flew you home, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed with himself for not being there for you sooner

He wasn’t going to let you out of his sight ever again

Bakugou could hold his liquor INSANELY well, I mean the boys a beast at whatever he does, did you really expect any less?

He wasn’t really one to go out drinking, but if you begged him enough, he would give in

When the two of you got to the bar, it didn't take long before you started getting tipsier and tipsier

Bakugou didn’t exactly like it when you became really drunk, since it meant that he would have to take care of you when you got home and the morning after

He also didn’t like it because you got really BOLD. All the shyness that you had in you seemed to disappear

After drinking for a while, you had to go to the bathroom, and when Bakugou offered to help you, you declined and went off on a tangent saying how you're independent and how you don't need to rely on others to get anything done

When you were coming back from the bathroom, a guy started yelling sexual remarks at you which made you approach him

When Bakugou saw you approaching the guy, he got up and got ready to blow the guys head off because who’s he to be talking to his partner?

Right when Bakugou stood up, you seemed to take the matter into your own hands by punching the guy in the jaw and cussing him out

He was surprised at first, because sober you would never even think about punching a random person???

His surprised expression quickly turned into a grin as he saw that you had knocked the guy out and started walking back to him as if nothing happened

When you got back to your table, he couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face

“You got some guts, Y/N.” he said, still grinning

“What did he think would happen?” you said, crossing your arms. “Actually, I don't want to talk about that loser, let’s order some more drinks!”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Bakugou sighed “Hey Dumbass! Give us two more rounds!”

Tonight was going to be wild

Todoroki and you weren’t really ones for going out to bars and getting drunk, so the two of you mostly stayed home when drinking was on the nights “to-do list”

You both didn’t like the taste of beer, and with Shouto having access to his dad's bank account, wine was the way to go

When you two were in the comfort of your own home, you had no problem letting yourself go

Shouto didn’t usually drink as much as you did, because he didn’t like the feeling of being drunk, so it was mostly only you getting into it

4 glasses of wine in, and you were feeling a little tipsy

Your words became slurred, and you weren't able to keep yourself up all the way, which caused you to lean on Shouto but he didn't mind

Shouto thought you were 5x cuter when you were drunk, this is another reason why he preferred not to get drunk

You had weird habits when you were drunk, sometimes you would just lay your head on his shoulder, or you were standing up and singing to whatever song the two of you had on, and sometimes it was both

Tonight, it was both

As the night went by, and you drank more, the songs that were playing seemed to just have the best grooves you've ever heard????

You grabbed Shouto’s hands and dragged him to the center of the kitchen where you started dancing with him

The song Dynamite by BTS was playing (I’m sorry I just had to :(() and the two of you danced like it was the last night of your lives

Shouto enjoyed seeing you have fun, so he let you do what you wanted with him.

This night wasn’t going to end any time soon

A/N: I hope you liked it!!!!! Thank you for your request again, I really liked writing it! It was so fun! As I was writing, the new BTS song came out and I COULD NOT not mention it!!! Listen to it if you have the chance!!!!!!!

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“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical.

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break.

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!”

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times.

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure.

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed.

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage.

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off. A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face.

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile.

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.”

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-”

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat.

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand.

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced.

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her - was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.”

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?”

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior.

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and…

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight.

“Paxton!”

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue.

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.”

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now.

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic...

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton.

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.”

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being.

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine.

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text.

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit.

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke.

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines.

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked.

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”.

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words.

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard.

“So what next?” he asked.

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.”

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…”

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton.

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt.

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline.

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you.

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?”

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-”

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again.

You really could live like this forever.

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