#bro lowkey jumped on to the counter and started shaking

[kaisentine]

is the mikage corp’s heir trying to steal your man? you know that he probably is.

purple is a unique color, purple is a noticeable hair color, purple is a striking eye color, purple is the color you can see from your peripheral vision when nagi is snuggling up against your side.

“sei . . . did you invite mikage?” you lean down to whisper in his ear—referring to reo as mikage because you aren’t at all close at him nor do you think he likes you. anyway, nagi didn’t mention anything about inviting his best friend today.

he’s too lazy to look at you to respond but you see the way his head just barely moves when he opens his mouth, “nope.” he matches the volume of your voice. so was this considered a break in or . . ?

you fight the urge to cling onto nagi like a koala because reo just keeps . . . staring. “sei, he’s literally in your apartment.” you deadpan as quietly as possible whilst trying to keep audible for him to hear because you know damn well he’s about to fall asleep right on you shoulder.

this time, he moves his head to look up at you. then his eyes start wandering off to the side—did he finally see him? you get the answer when he starts speaking. “reo? why’re you here?” he asks the purple haired male—not bothering to mention how he got in because nagi was the one who gave him the keys.

finally, he actually steps out of the shadows. he looks scary like this, giving you a deadly glare. “sorry, did i interrupt? i was just going to check in on you.” he quickly switches up when answering your boyfriend. obviously he interrupted something . . . but to your dismay, nagi only shakes his head.

the night ends with nagi sandwiched by two people: his very lovely amazing partner and reo.

it feels like you’re in a constant competition with mikage reo. the way you lowkey have to fight with him to snag the place beside nagi.

you and reo glare at each other as soon as you guys see the vacant spot on nagi’s left side. it’s gonna be a race that reo wins, you know that for sure—you’re not even gonna try to win against a freaking scary 6’1 soccer player.

so while he is fast walking to his best friend’s side, you’re taking slow strides to catch up. it’s only a matter of seconds before he sits his ass down triumphantly in victory—you roll your eyes at him. when you do get to the destination, you’re giving him the “i’m gonna win in the end anyway” type of glare.

nagi obviously doesn’t care,he probably doesn’t even know what just transpired because he’s still on his phone playing some video game.

“sei, you’re still on that game?” you ask, standing on the other side beside him. he hums as a little yes to your question, you let out a fake chuckle. “you’ve been playing for too long, i wanted to show you something.” you pout and almost direct an evil grin to reo but stop because nagi pauses his game to look at you, grey eyes lazily staring back at you. “what’d you wanna show me?” he’s interested now, he hates surprises because it’s too much of a hassle to think about what it could be. “it’s in your bedroom,” you put an innocent smile at the end and he’s already jumping out of his chair. when you’re both leaving reo to sulk on the counter, you turn back to flash him a devious smile—the one you intended to give him the first time.

“we’ll be right back,” said nagi.

you guys were in-fact not right back.

reo later found you guys sleeping on nagi’s bed, bodies all up against each other.

i don’t think nagi understands the phrase “bros before hoes” nor does he understand ��hoes before bros”. . . he doesn’t really care—he’s too lazy to give a fuck.

sticky note. i feel like nagi is lowkey a red flag or probably a yellow ( beige??? ) flag . . .

[kindaasrikal]

Lloyd but it’s just him calling his dad a centipede.

Lloyd was definitely one of those kids who loved insects. Even the gross and slimy ones.

Zane screamed in terror when he opened his arm hatch just to see a large, poisonous spider crawl out. He forgot he ain’t human.

[strawberrybyers]

yes but imagine bartender!will working at a pub that mike and lucas go to one night!!!

mike and lucas walk into the pub and they wait for will to walk over since he’s getting drinks for others. mike is just eyeing him and thinking ‘oh my god this guy is so cute’. will starts to make his way over to the part of the bar counter where lucas and mike are. mike is starting to get nervous. will is smiling and asks what they want to drink and they tell him and he gets their drinks and when he hands mike’s drink to mike he winks and says “enjoy”. now mike is blushing and as they walk away lucas is laughing and is like “bro he totally was into you you need to give him your number!” and mike is like “noo he was just being nice”.

the night goes on as lucas and mike are having more drinks then eventually mike gets the courage to write down his number on one of the napkins at the table. he’s drunk at this point so he just goes up to the bar and will is expecting him to ask for another drink but all mike does is hand him the napkin and goes “i am now serving you” (this is mike’s drunken attempt at making a lame joke because he’s now giving the bartender something instead of the other way around skdjsksk) will just laughs and says thank you. now lucas and mike are walking home and mike is like “dude why the hell did i just do that??? what was i thinking?? i have to move out of the country!” and lucas is like “chill out you made your move and he was totally into it! he was laughing!”. mike just puts his head in his hands and suddenly realizes that’s a bad idea because now everything is spinning. lucas throws his arm around him and starts going on about how much he loves max and if he never made a move he would’ve never been with the love of his life as they stumble to mike’s house. they both just crash on the couch and floor in the basement.

the next day mike wakes up to see a text from a number he doesn’t recognize. he clicks on the text and it says “hey this is will aka the bartender from last night. hope you slept off that hangover as those drinks were pretty strong. if you’re interested in drinking something a little more lowkey would you be down for coffee one day?? ;)” and mike is looking at this text wide-eyed and jumps up off the floor to reach lucas, who is on the couch, to shake him awake whilst screaming “YOU KNOW WILL?? THE CUTE BARTENDER FROM THE LAST NIGHT?? he TEXTED ME!!!!! he wANTS COFFEE!” and lucas just mumbles “that’s great but shut the fuck up my head is killing me” and puts a pillow over his head. mike quickly texts a reply back to will saying “could definitely use some coffee.. when are you free?” and he smiles all the way to the toilet even though he’s about to puke his brains out 😌

[frieschan]

adult trio w/ half non-human s/o!

character/s featured: h. morow, c. lucilfer, i. zoldyck x f! reader (in order)

unrequested | headcanons//fluff-smut(ish)

TW: MINORS DNI!!!

AN: made this cause i was bored :D (i was in class bro 💀)

NOT BETA-READ 🐖|| NONE OF THE IMAGES BELONG TO ME

Hisoka Morow w/ a bunny girl (*￣3￣)╭

infinite teasing

he didn't have shame when he grabbed one of your ears

he always calls you "bunny girl" and even bought you the playboy fit

ngl you being in a bunny outfit while him in his usual is GOALS

showing you off like crazy

like we get it your girlfriend is a bunny 😶😶

with you being part rabbit, you had naturally strong legs yeah he made you suffocate him with your thighs

whenever he saw you fight with your legs, he started acting up n shiii

was trying his best not to move around too much while watching but DAMN

the way you just nonchalantly jumped up high and slammed the enemy into the ground with your toned legs?? watch out mirko (jk ily mommy)

was all too much for the clown

right after the battle had ended

hisoka was ALL OVER YOU.

ok but imagine hisoka pulling on your ears while youre SUCKIN HIM AWF

he kinda loves the fact that you look so innocent with the bunny ears but youre literally his cock sleeve that he loves

he got you multiple styles of a playboy bunny outfit

got him having a thing for thighs

lowkey wants you to step on him and ride him with your thick thighs

dom bunny reader? maybe.

"my little bunny, you were teasing me with that strength you showed in that battle, weren't you?" Hisoka smirked while placing you on the counter top and licking his lips, staring into your orbs.

Raising an eyebrow at the man in front of you, you crossed your arms and legs and stared intently into those golds of his. "what are you accusing me of?"

"those lips of yours are lying, bunny." he pointed out while putting his thumb on your chin, forcing you to stare at his golden irises. "Maybe I need to teach you how to not spit out lies to someone like me."

Chrollo Lucilfer w/ a female succubus (^^ゞ

no one can tell me otherwise that he wouldn't be interested in satanism or sum

He heard about succubuses but never really learned about them till he met you

suddenly his books are about succubuses

legit thought they didn't exist tho </3

but now he has you so uhm

he loves touching your horns! especially when you're sucking him off

he thinks your abilities as a succubus are really interesting!

he won't treat you any differently if he had a human s/o though

he likes it whenever you fly beside him, makes it easier for him to check on you when the both of you are out

so yk how he sits on that one rock at the top

yeah he has you on one of his legs and you two look like the best evil power couple

istg it looks like youre the succubus that made him a priest gone wrong 😭😭

but like he loves it

its like you tempted him into sinning and he doesnt regret it

k time for nsfw fo0r the thirsty hoes LMAO IM JKING

MIRROR SEX.

he wants to see your face contort into a lewd look while he ruins you and your horns top it off

whenever he bends you over, he makes sure to pull on your wings while ramming into you

so romantic

he feels like hes sinning when he goes down on you and he lives for it

if he feels like being slow and sensual, he'll rub your wings very slowly and gently

either way, youre gonna end up as a panting mess <3 no escaping it

The only thing that was audible in the bedroom was the skin slapping and your little mewls. You were panting and overstimulated from Chrollo's cock ramming into you for hours.

Your legs were shaking and dripping with your juices—your arms gripping the sheets below you as some sort of reliever from all the pleasure. It felt like you were going to go crazy from the overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure.

Just as your arms were about to give out, you could feel Chrollo tugging on your wings, earning a loud whine from you.

The moment that he heard your reaction, the intended time would be extended a bit.

Illumi Zoldyck w/ a neko girl (ง •_•)ง

with Silva's eyes I really think that the Zoldyck family members are into cats 🙂

so when Illumi met you he was originally just going to not care.. 💔

till he saw your neko features

listen

he kinda acted up : )

but then he thought you were weak so ig no chance

but tHEEEN HE SAW YOUR FIGHT

(im so sorry for the buts)

k so hes hooked

when u guys started dating you liked to lay on his lap while he scratched the back of your ears

he kinda does treat you like a house cat

HE ACCIDENTALY BABIES YOU.

and also his family loves your cat features and you in general

killua alluka and kalluto cling to you whenever they can

milluki almost got sentenced to death by illumi when he tried to get you to cosplay one of his fav chars tho </3

illumi kinda got a bit possessive after that

aka giving you a collar with his name on it

he kinda gets off to you being so vulnerable towards him when hes on top

your tail curlin n shiiii

yeah you got rammed

You felt so naked and vulnerable to the man in front of you. Your collar signifying that you were his property and only his. He was your master and your beloved.

He slowly got on top of you, curling your tail around his leg. You were excited but nervous with what he had in store—your thoughts being cut off by him smashing his lips into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You couldn't help but mewl at how rough he was being. You couldn't help but fantasize on what was going to happen.

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[sincerelynamkook]

Hennessy (01)

Latina Y/N x Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Fluff 

Warnings: alcohol/drunken behavior (drink responsibly friends), mentions of smoking, sexual tension 

Word Count: 2.6k

Playlist: “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny // “Frikitona” by Plan B // “Te Extrano” by Xtreme // “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos”

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“You ready?” I roll my eyes with a pout instead of verbally answering my best friend’s question. I’m still lowkey butthurt she not only forced me to get up from my umpteenth day in bed, but also forced me to get dressed and put on makeup. I’m barely into my 30th day of getting over a breakup, I had plans to dive deep into the pits of my depression and despair for another month or two. 

“Stop being a brat and get over it. It’s not like you were in love with the guy.” Britt sasses back.

“Maybe so. But I really gave that fucker 6 months of my life thinking he would eventually be the one only for him to go out and cheat on me...let me be depressed, damn bro.” 

“Dude, c'mon. Tony said this would be the party of the year and you know how Latinos love to throw a party.” She grabs my hand and drags me up the driveway to the front door. I could hear the loud blast of Merengue music all the way from where we parked down the street. Serves us right for being 2 hours late to this damn party. But we were running on Latino time. 

“Bitch did you forget I’m Latina?” I ask her. Of course I know what Latin parties are like. 

“Really? You sure ain’t acting like the bad bitch Latina I know you are.” 

“I-...whatever.” I mumble, not having a retort. 

She giggles and opens the front door, coming fact to face with Jimin who has the brightest smile on his face. “Finally bitches! I’ve been waiting for y’all for over an hour.” 

Music, laughter, singing, mixed with conversations from every direction bombard my ears. Jimin drags Britt and me to the back of the house, bee-lining straight to the kitchen counter that's covered in alcoholic beverages. He goes around to stand next to Tony who’s behind the counter, dressed in an all black fit, gold chain around his neck, nose pierced with a stud and a septum, and small black rectangular framed glasses perched on his nose. 

“What, you on your Bad Bunny phase or something?” I ask him as Jimin hands me a cranberry vodka, knowing it’s my favorite drink. 

With a smile, he sticks his tongue out and places his pinky fingers near his glasses doing the iconic Bad Bunny pose, “You already know babyyyy,” he says garnering a laugh from me. “I made sure to stock up on cranberry and vodka for you babe. Britt warned me so we on that ‘Bring Y/N back to life’ gang shit tonight.”

“Oh god,” I grimace. When Britt and Tony get together on their “missions” there is no hope for us. “Well you got food around here? I ain’t getting shitfaced on an empty stomach.”

“This ain’t the first time at the rodeo, Y/N.” Hoseok says as he appears behind Tony with a platter of appetizers on a plate for me. “We take care of our favorite girls around here, Y/N, c'mon now, especially when you're my girlfriend’s best friend” he winks at Britt and she giggles. Gross. 

“My hero.” I respond sarcastically, inspecting the chips and guac. With a raise of a brow I ask, “This better be some legit guac boys, not that store bought kind y’all got that one time at Costco.”

“Omg get over it! I didn’t realize it was expired!” Jin yells from behind me. He gives Britt a kiss on the cheek before pinching my arm. I stick my tongue out before giving him a genuine smile. “I wasn’t even the one who bought it. It was Jimin!” 

Jimin giggles, “Well that’s what y’all get for sending me grocery shopping when I’m hungover.”

“I was sick for days! I almost died!” I yell back. Not gona lie, this guac is hella good. “Dude, who made this guac. It’s legit, I’ll give you that.”

“I asked my sister to make some for us. She also made some tamales for you and Britt, you know she loves y'all more than me.” Tony says as he pours me another drink. Tears start to well in my eyes, food being the only thing that weakens my tough exterior. 

“Tony...tell your sister to divorce Jackson and marry me. I’ll treat her better!” I exclaim making the group laugh. 

“Y’all lets move this party to the den.” Hoseok says, grabbing Britt’s hand and leading us to the next room, away from the bigger crowd. 

We each take our usual seats. Being a tight knit group since our college days, we have our traditions, one being movie night at Tony’s every weekend, thus leading us to have our own unofficial assigned seats. 

The music can still be heard from the den, albeit not as loud as it was in the main rooms. 

“So we getting Y/N shitfaced tonight right?” Jimin asks with a smirk in my direction. 

“Hell yeah. I can’t believe you skipped out on movie nights this whole month.” Jin responds with a shake of his head. “I thought we were family.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Whatever. Y’all know how I get when I’m in my moods.”

Hoseok stands and comes around the couch to hug me from behind. “I know you’re not a hugger but accept this quick hug and let go of your sadness friend.”

 I giggle and hold back my witty remark, knowing his heart is in the right place. “Thanks Hobi. Give me a few more drinks and I’ll be begging for your hugs.”

He jumps at that and runs to the kitchen yelling, “You don’t have to tell me twice!!” Brittany gets up and follows him, muttering something about going to make sure he doesn’t get dragged into dancing. 

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, are you okay?” Jin asks next to me. 

“Not gona lie, I’m hurt because y’all know how I feel about cheating. But it is what it is right?” I exhale and gulp down my third cup of cranberry vodka. 

“You’ll be okay babe, c'mon lets go get more drinks.” Jimin takes my hands and drags me out the den, just as Yoongi and Joonie were walking into the den. 

“Hey fuckers. I brought the Henny!” Yoongi announces with a smirk. At the sound of Henny I turn around and walk back into the den, grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Yoongi’s grasp and opening it to pour myself some shots. 

“Oh so that’s what we doing huh?” He smirks and I just wink at him raising my shot glass at him. 

“The night is young my friend.” I say as I raise up my second shot in a toast. Joon takes the bottle from me and pours me another one, clinking his own glass with mine. 

“Let’s get this bread!” he says to which I grimace and retort back, “Grandpa, don’t ever say that again.” He chuckles with a roll of his eyes and downs his shot. 

The heat from the alcohol going down my throat and coursing throughout my body has me removing my jacket. Jin whistles saying “aight mami, you sure you're getting over a break up?”

Giggling, I look over at him to see him checking me out. I’m donned in black ripped skinny jeans, black platform Jadon docs, and a green satin tank top; meaning my tattoo covered arm is out on display. “Boy please, be quiet before you get me in trouble with Tree. Where is she anyway?”

“She had to work tonight. She’s gonna come after her shift which should be soon.” He says checking the time on his phone. 

Another shot is placed in my hand by Jimin, “bottoms up bitch!”

I down my shot just as I hear the sounds of “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny start to play. “Oh shit! This my song!!!” I yell, clearly feeling the effect of the alcohol contents fueling my body. I grab Jimin’s hand and drag him over to the crowd dancing in the large living room. 

Jimin positions himself behind me, holding my waist as we start to dance to the song. We grind up on each other, perreando like the song describes, screaming the chorus together with the crowd. I turn around to face him and push him backwards, ready to perrear sola. The other girls around me start to hype me up and start to grind against me. We put on quite the show but the crowd goes even wilder when the song switches to “Frikitona” by Plan B. Jin dances up next to me with Tree on his arm and hands me two more shots, “double fist time babyyy” he yells over the crowd. I take the shots all the while I’m dancing, I don’t even notice when the two empty glasses are replaced with new full ones by Jimin, knowing it's him with the pink hair on his head, but I down those two. I vaguely notice Hoseok and Brittany dancing not too far from me, practically making love on the dance floor. Wouldn’t surprise me if they disappeared upstairs real soon. The reggaetón bops keep going and Jimin and I keep dancing amidst the crowd. Whoever picked this mix deserves a reward because it got all the throwbacks. I smile big when I hear Don Omar’s “Dile.”

I’m sweating, pushing my hair back from my face every few seconds, regretting not bringing a scrunchie with me to put it in a bun. The reggaetón mix fades off into a bachata mix with “Te Extrano” by Xtreme being the first song to play. Not wanting to go back into my feels, I decide to take this time to grab water and sober a bit. Now that I’ve stopped dancing I realize just how drunk I really am. I lean against the counter and grab a cool water bottle from the cooler, snickering when I see Yoongi making out with some girl across the kitchen. 

The bachata mix turns sensual, as “Sobredosis” by Romeo Santos starts to play. I sway softly in my spot against the counter, singing along to the song as I try hard to sober up. 

I hear Tony yell a “Look who finally made it” and the crowd starts to shout their greetings at whoever just walked in. I turn around to see what the commotion is all about and see Jungkook walking in holding two bottles of Hennessy, one in each hand.

“What the fuck” I whisper softly, but not soft enough when I hear Taehyung reply, “yeah, he’s back.”

“Whoa when did you get here TaeTae? And when you say ‘he’s back’ you mean cause of summer break right?” I ask without turning back around to look at him, my attention at one man and one man only. 

“I got here a while ago with Janet, we were outside smoking though.” Ahh that makes sense. “And no, he’s back for good. He graduated last week.” He says with a smirk in my direction. 

My eyes go wide, muttering a soft, “fuck.” I turn around to face the kitchen, hands in my hair in exasperation. How did he graduate already? He’s like three years younger than me! I close my eyes and focus on doing the math only to realize that he in fact was graduating college this year. Shit. 

Tae pats my back, “what’s got your panties in a twist love? It’s not like you fucked the guy on his 21st birthday and never spoke to him again even though he’s one of your best friend’s, Yoongi’s to be exact, younger brother.”

I open my eyes and face Tae. He yells an exaggerated ‘OW!” when I twist his nipple. 

“Kim Taehyung what the fuck?! I told you never to mention that again.” I exhale and make the decision to continue my “getting shitfaced” mission. Pouring a line of shots, I start to take them one after the other until Tae decides to take the last 3 himself earning a “fuck you” from me. 

I lean against the counter, facing the living room only to see Jungkook walking towards me. I roll my eyes at him when I see his smirk directed at me. He walks up next to me and opens the bottle of Hennessy, not saying a word. Taehyung chuckles and leaves with a “have fun lovebirds.” Jungkook pours two shots and hands me one. But he doesn’t just give it to me like any decent person would, no way, he has the audacity to bring the shot glass to my lips , softly nudging my lips open with it to make me drink. Not one to back down from a challenge, I hold his hand holding the shot glass against me and throw my head back to down it. His big brown eyes, those that were so full of innocence, are now full of lust and focused on my lips. I don’t miss the way they subtly move down to look at my neck when I swallow the alcohol, or the way his hand still near my lips slightly twitches when my tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip, making sure I take every drop of alcohol he gave me. 

He leans closer to me, his scent which now surrounds me making me even drunker. My hands go up to his chest instinctively, as if I had the willpower to actually shove him away. I could feel his heart beating faster against my hands, his pecks feeling tight...woah when did that happen? 

I feel, rather than see, his face lean closer to my ear where he softly whispers, “wana show me what else you can swallow?” His deep melodic voice has me closing my eyes and gulping in a millisecond, feeling a rush of wetness pool at my core.  

I open my eyes, reminding myself who I’m talking to and laugh the nerves away. I shove him back, needing some room to breathe and he chuckles at my antics. 

The playlist starts to play “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos and I can feel a change in the atmosphere. Jungkook takes a step closer to me, arm going around me to softly push me against him. He leans close to my ear again to whisper “dance with me” but I’m too high off his scent and to the beat of his heart that’s vibrating against where my hands rest on his chest to answer. He takes it as a yes and walks us backwards to the center of the makeshift dance floor. 

I bring myself back to the present and raise an eyebrow at him, “You sure you can keep up Korean boy?” I feel his chest softly vibrate from his chuckle.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve preciosa” he answers with a smirk as he twirls me around. I swoon at his honey like voice calling me “preciosa,” with the subtle hint of his accent. But I feel my pussy clench when he dances bachata like a Latin born man. 

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest when he starts singing the chorus of the song in perfect Spanish close to my ear. Hitting every note like if he was Romeo Santos. 

He must've heard my swift intake of breath by the way he smiles. A smile I feel on my neck as he leans even closer to me to drop a kiss at my nape, sealing it with a lick. 

The song comes to an end, quickly transitioning to a more up tempo bachata song. Jungkook drops another kiss on my neck and whispers “wana see what other tricks I got?”

[finderskeepersff]

30.

I hope these bitches appreciate me being nice by making them breakfast because honestly, I did say I wasn’t but I was like you know what today is the last full day and tomorrow they are leaving me. I wake up extra early anyways now, I don’t know what this baby is doing to me but it makes me wake up, maybe it’s the hormones that do it to me but I cannot sleep till late and I hate it. Cassius on the other hand, I had to question him if he isn’t the pregnant one because all last night he was sick, he is not well at all and I don’t know if that was my cooking from last night but he is not feeling well so now I have to look after him, only god knows what bug he got, I swear I didn’t poison anyone, only he was ill “what happened to never cooking breakfast?” hearing Olivia say behind me “well that was the past me, I thought I would treat my friends, I am sad you are all going though. What am I going to do with myself” turning to Olivia, walking over to the kitchen counter “you got Cassius, he is a baby. Let me get the plates for you Sofia” Olivia rushed over “thank you so much though, it smells nice. Look at you though, your booty popping out like that” looking behind me “you think?” I laughed, I didn’t notice such a thing “yeah, I been noticing it. Baby about to have you popping, your skin is glowing too. Pregnancy really suits you Sofia, you know” leaning against the kitchen counter “I have never seen you ooze so much happiness, there is so much happiness coming from you. I am so happy for you, to see after everything you are happy. I understand that your mom is being an ass, she will never change but look at you. All settled and happy, starting your own family. I am truly happy for you” Olivia said and I just feel all giddy inside, I couldn’t help it “Olivia your words, thank you. You are my family, everything you have all done for me before. I never forgot, it shows you wasn’t there to pity me unlike Ivy” she liked me down.

Hearing the doorbell go off “it’s early, who is that” I said to myself getting up “maybe some parcel” Mia said, walking around the table. I don’t think it is a parcel at all, this is from the gate so whoever it is can’t get in anyways. The doorbell went off again, looking at the camera. It’s Kyle, it’s early for him. Buzzing open the gate, this is very early for them actually. Walking over to the door, unlocking the door and pulling it open “family!” Kyle spat out of the car window as he parked his car “morning Sofia” Myles got out of the car as it stopped “you both here very early, even Cassius is not awake” I am shocked, squinting my eyes as they both walked over to the house “he’s asleep still?” they asking like they shocked about that “well not exactly, he is not well at all” moving to the side so they can come in “not well? Don’t play us Sofia, what you mean not well?” closing the door “he has a temperature, he’s been sick all night so he is probably in bed crying about being not well” Myles and Kyle both just looked at each laughing “get that nigga out of bed, talking about ill” Myles said, these boys are not going to be nice “listen, he is not well. He is sensitive leave him alone” Kyle shook his head “is he in bed now?” Kyle asked, nodding my head “I just need to see him” pointing at the stairs “feel free, do you want anything? I made some breakfast” Kyle grinned “yes but let me see Cassius first” they better be nice to him.

My throat is on fire, I need to not be sick again. I am tired too, I can’t sleep either so I am just sat here just watching Baby Boy, this movie will never get old shit is the best. I don’t know where this came from, like last night the jeweller text me and was like the ring is ready and I felt all these emotions. I am sick now, I am scared I think. I don’t do well with a crowd of people, not my loved ones anyways. I just get nervous, I can be boss Cassius and then home Cassius and home Cassius doesn’t like public displays, just not me. I am just feeling so nervous, how the hell do you propose, I mean get on one knee, when is the right moment and shit. My mind is everywhere, Sofia may want to be married to me but that’s wrong too. It’s like I have a hold on her, even in death or whatever. I am just feeling it, it has to be one of the hardest things to do. I have that and then Lloyd, it’s just a lot. How to deal with these things, either way Lloyd is gone but how, I think I have a plan. A knock on the bedroom door broke my train of thoughts “it’s your naughty nurse” hearing Kyle say as he opened the door, I sighed out knowing that they about to annoy my life “we heard you’re ill? Poor little baby” this is not good, shuffling up on the bed “shut up” Kyle and Myles looking around the bedroom “this is cosy, aww look at this. Myles just look, what do you see there next to Cassius” looking to the side of me, I had to laugh but also I am angry at myself “Sofia was just being stupid” grabbing the teddy bear “it’s hers” I defended myself “sure” Kyle and Myles both laughed.

I am the joke right now, like I would laugh at them for this. Throwing the teddy bear away from me “you are a big baby, the fuck?” rubbing my face “I am just tired” scratching the back of my head “right? You need to prepare for your big night, you sat here in bed. We came here early to help you? We here for you” they know I am just not here for this “you ain’t ill you just nervous ain’t you?” Myles said, nodding my head “it’s hard, doing it. Like how do I do it, what do I do? You know? I am just not good at things. Even dating or when I asked her to date me. I am terrible” I know I am “that is why you got us, all you need to do is get on one knee and say Sofia baby, marry me” see this is just not me “but like when? What do I do?” shaking my head sighing out “we will signal you, do it once we all ate please. Because listen, I won’t hear the end of it with Amira. So let me enjoy the food then I am all yours for that” I chuckled “I want a violinist” I blurted “what a romantic, you want a singing band too? You’re a romantic ain’t you” shaking my head “I saw it on a TV show Sofia was watching, she liked it” I shrugged “Sofia only likes you because you’re a dumbass and when you try it’s cute” Myles ain’t wrong with that “you think I am cute then?” I swear he said that “nah, fuck you” I laughed.

Stretching my body out “so what’s up with you? You bipolar as shit, now you all ok but at first you been all lowkey, what is it?” I pointed at Myles “I don’t want to be with Isabella” letting out an oh “that was easy, but why?” that is so random and out of nowhere “just not feeling it but she knows too much” he got a point “so what you need to do now is suck it up and get on with it or you can just get pussy elsewhere and have her too” I shrugged “this is why I don’t fuck with white girls, they not good. They pussy ain’t good either so I don’t get it” Myles shook his head “it’s just, you know. She good people, I just feel trapped, I don’t want to settle. I rather get shot then get married to her” I snorted laughing “you sound like your mom Myles, wow. She said that to you that time. Look Isabella been there, you need to keep her there, you will just have to have two lives” I shrugged “you what?” I froze hearing Sofia’ mouth “yes Sofia?” Kyle screamed out laughing “oh my god, bro! You hear his voice go on all high pitched, yes Sofia? Would you like me to rub your feet Sofia” I hate Kyle and Myles, I wonder how much she heard “yes Cassius I am here” Sofia walked over to the bed “you not in ill?” she questioned, chewing on my bottom lip “I am but they annoying me” I pointed out “right, who’s living two lives?” Kyle and Myles both moved back “it’s not me” I mean that is the main part “then who?” looking at Kyle “not Kyle either” Sofia mean mugged me “so Myles, you boys. I guess I should just mind my business. I don’t like the sound of it, I got breakfast waiting for you all” Sofia walked off.

Hearing the door shut “oh my god Cassius, she got you by the balls bro. Like she got you good, I ain’t ever see you like this. You haven’t ever done that with your mom, aww Cassius is so in love” I would get out of the this bed and beat their ass but I am naked “ok anyways, fuck y’all. Get out of the bedroom” they getting on my nerves “Kyle look at this picture” Myles said, moving my head to the side a little seeing the framed picture of Sofia and I in France “look at this nigga, look at him with his classy clothes on. Nigga, you soft as shit, where you keep your guns then?” an actual question “I have a safe, where that wall comes out. It’s touch sensitive, it reacts to mine or Sofia’ hand and pops open and then you have to put the safe code in. Nigga that shit is hidden, it looks part of the wall. Check it out” I am impressed with that “that’s dope, you know what makes me feel nervous, the money being in the lock up. We need to move that soon, like we need to get this shit done” rubbing the top of my head “I ain’t even told Sofia I am going yet” Myles groaned out “seriously? Like get it done before tonight, you are lacking” I have been, that is my fault because I didn’t want to ruin her mood.

Watching Lloyd walking in my house really gets me so angry, sitting back in my chair staring at Lloyd nonchalantly pour water for himself. He is using my utensils in my house “is there a problem here?” Sofia said at the side of me which made me jump, clearing my throat “erm no why?” Sofia picked my plate up “just all three of you just did the same movement and looked at Lloyd” shaking my head, Myles shook his head looking away “oh yeah, thank you for the food Sofia” Myles said “same, thank you” what polite people, when they want to be. Clasping my hands together sitting back in the chair, I have firgured out what happens with Celine, drug overdose, that is easy. Everyone knows she does it, Bryce don’t need his mom. And then, a simple gas leak could work. Faulty cooker, I mean they live in an apartment so hopefully nobody else gets hurt but it is what it is. As soon as someone puts the cooker on in that place, bang. Even if one of them goes, I don’t care. Nodding my head, I think I can get that done. Getting up from the chair “what is wrong with him?” hearing Mia say “oh he is in deep thought” Kyle said, I need a blunt now.

I am glad they both came out “so I am going to get the ring, one of you stay here. I just want to know my girl is ok. Lloyd can’t be trusted so which one?” Kyle put his hand up “ok that is fine, I need to next tell Sofia. We need to get things sorted, I have come up with a plan. It needs to happen when I am in Atlanta got it? We can discuss it after but here” passing my blunt to them “you on work mode now ain’t you?” Kyle grabbed the blunt as I walked off, I need to just to tell Sofia. Get this over with, it’s been hanging over my head to get it done but I didn’t want to ruin her mood. As soon as her friends are gone then I am going, get this show on the road. Stepping inside the home “Sofia” I said her name, she looked up from the couch “come here” waving her over, I am going to speak to her outside. This way I know nobody is listening outside the door, hopefully she don’t get too sad. Rubbing my chin walking off slowly, Kyle and Myles walked by me and patted my shoulder. I mean obviously she knew this would happy so she can’t be too upset, I pray she don’t because I don’t like her sad at all.

Sofia’ cheeks gone chubby, how adorable is that. My smile grew “what you smiling?” I shrugged, I am not going to say it because then women get offended “you” she really looks so cute with her cheeks chubby “what is it? Is everything ok?” Sofia held both of my hands “I just needed to talk to you, I know your friends are going tomorrow which is fine but I am also needing to go. I need to do it, the longer I ignore the situation the longer the situation hangs over my head. It does need to be done, I am going Brooklyn. Probably a few days, it will be quick. I will be back” Sofia looked down at the ground and then looked up at me “then you will be going back, it’s never going to be staying here fully. It’s like letting you go and then I may not see you and I am letting you do this Cassius, I wanted to marry you before then. What about me?” licking my lips “I am thinking of you, I am doing this for you” Sofia snatched her hands away from me “don’t say that Cassius, I want you with me. You decided you kill Zed, I am with you and you only. I don’t have a choice right?” placing my hands on my hips sighing out “ok” Sofia walked off, I am just going to let her digest that and see if she can just forgive me.

Well I got the ring, one step closer to the main event. For me this is a lot so I am nervous as shit “the ring is beautiful bro” Myles said, opening the door to my home “thank you, it’s a lot of money so she better like it and hopefully everyone is ready” jogging up the steps, let’s see if anyone actually is ready, I do need to get changed too. I’ve let Myles hold the ring for me, I can imagine myself placing it somewhere and then Sofia finds out or I forget where I put it. Opening the bedroom door and I totally just wish I didn’t, it’s like a salon in the bedroom “go away Cassius!” Amira spat “it’s my room?” I said walking in side “why is every female here? What is happening?” like there is hair and make up everywhere “getting ready” Sofia walked by me, she is not happy still “right, but are you?” I questioned “yes, as you can see” she has made no effort at all but she still looks beautiful, who the hell wears just a shirt “why are you being like this? Just get dressed!” I spat “watch your mouth and next get out of the room” Sofia said not even looking at me, she deserves nothing.

Downing the whiskey and slamming the glass down “they take ages don’t they?” Mitch poured himself a drink “you want a refill?” sliding my glass to him “they do, I am proposing to Sofia and now I am like she don’t deserve it” shaking my head “no way! Seriously? Oh my god, Cassius. That is so good, and you’re doing that now? We witness it” I shrugged “I may back out, I am prone in doing things like that” Mitch held my glass out to me “I would say why not, I don’t think you should back out. You both love each other so why not get it done?” good question, it’s like I know why she is angry with me but I don’t like that she is “you know what Mitch” passing him the glass “I am about to be sick again” I ran off as fast as I could, I can feel it coming.

It’s hard to imagine that I do love, how does a guy like me love. I am not sure at all, there is many people in the room. I still need to get changed into something different but I am not moving “Cassius is banned from drinking, he keeps being sick so before we go out. I just want to say, being in Atlanta with you all. New friends and old, it’s been amazing. From seeing Cassius ass and him being drunk and to Sofia telling us she is pregnant, I got you back bitch. I had sex on the couch you sat on too. I am joking but it’s been the best and we will be back, baby shower of course and then the baby. There is many events to come and I am excited so to friends” they all raised their glasses, Mia’ speech is cute but I am scared, it can’t be this. Why am I worried like this, catching Sofia looking at me and I diverted my eyes like I just cheated on her. It’s just crazy, from saying the words I love you, from being scared to touch her in a way of her having sex with me, it was all Sofia. Everything I have done for Sofia takes a lot for me to do because I am scared to do it wrong, I should just let it go with the flow. Getting up from the couch “I’ll be back, just need to change my top” they acting like I am angry, I mean I am coming off as that. Walking around the couch “Cass, yo. Wait up” Kyle said behind me, turning around “I was thinking, what if you just do it on your own. You struggling, I think she will appreciate it either way” turning back around going up the steps “see how it goes” I said to him.

[ac-ars]

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Well, this is the last chapter.

I have no idea what to say and at the same time there is so many words in my head that I don’t know what to pick out of all them. I am mostly super emo, because this is end of something that has been following me since March. The plot had been changing with every chapter, every time I was sitting to the docs and writing something. It was supposed to be so different, yet it ended like this, with Matteo being mostly the main point of view and I couldn’t really be happier that I could give those two dorks a different story in some way. 

Not to be more dramatic than I already am, I wanna thank to my baked goods, if not for them, this whole thing probably would’ve stayed on being an oneshot. (I am totally not crying at all right now)

all chapters before

“There’s this legend telling about beginning of the universe, when everything was created. It says that atoms were created and spread around entire universe missing those atoms they were created with. Since then these atoms are wandering aroung the universe looking for their close ones, hoping they will find one day and some of them are hidden in people. So it means people are unconsciously looking for someone in entire universe, hoping that their atoms find each other one day.”

“Is that all, or is there something more?”

“Now matter how far they are, they always find a way.”

Chapter 10 /or/ about changes, growing up and hope

Luna yawns loudly, turning her face to the pillow and closing her eyes, because it’s definitely too early for waking up. She didn’t even need the alarm (or five) today and as surprising it is, she hates that feeling since the very first second after noticing it. It tells her to get up, to move her small butt up from the bed and take a shower, since she was so tired last night she skipped it. Falling asleep under the shower would be too risky so it should be nice that she has time for it now, but no.

It’s not the freshness and peace after sleep one can feel, while tangling and rolling around in the sheets, watching the sun peeking through windows. It tells her to get up, get ready and eat something as soon as possible. It tells her to go to school, because at school she will meet Matteo, and there was not any moment Luna Valente would hate more.

She doesn’t want to see him; not yet at least, when she needs to heal, to calm down and let her heart rest after all those time the Italian made it beat faster than it’s recommended. She needs time to put everything clear inside her head, but she can’t, she has to get up, because her whole body is gonna tickle inside unbearably until she does what it wants. At those moments Luna regrets that her soulmate isn’t something like those soulmate aus in the internet; she got one of the worst ones, because she can’t even nap more after this damn thing wakes her up in need of Matteo.

If this isn’t one of the most ridiculous things the brunette has ever experienced, she has no idea what is; this seems ridiculous as hell and the fact that it feels all warm around her body when she even thinks of the rude Italian boy is beyond any endurance.The whole conversation with Gastón messed with her brain even more; it’s not like she needs to know that Matteo likes her when he’s not willing to communicate. Matteo’s best friend wanted to do a good thing and it was somehow good, good to know what really caused Balsano’s sudden change, but at the same time Luna hates it, because it didn’t actually help. After all no one is going to force the Italian to talk to her, right?

She doesn’t even notice what is happening before she gets into the car and closes her eyes taking deep breath. Matteo, Matteo, Matteo.

No, Matteo is a no no.

This is getting worse the closer to the school she is and Luna truly wants to go home and nap whole day. It would be nicer if this shit wasn’t tickling inside of her stomach making her feel like getting rid of breakfast she not long ago had.

“Are you okay, Lunita?” Ambar asks, not even getting his eyes up off screen of her phone. Something in her voice sounds almost warm and the brunette thinks that she’s probably getting crazy herself right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just sleepy.” Luna mumbles moving her eyes to the older blonde and trying to sound believable.

Ambar snorts a little, rolling her eyes and sighs. “Does this sleepy is names also Matteo Balsano? Because if yes, I can kick his ass.”

Valente blinks surprised and frowns. “Isn’t he your best friend?”

“Yes, but I will never waste a chance to punch him. Y’know, I am not the one to deny myself this small pleasure.” Ambar shrugs and Luna giggles. It feels better, she can focus for a second on something else than Matteo.

Sadly they already reached the destination, and without waiting for younger girl, Smith leaves the car not saying anything. Luna sighs moving few strands of hair out of her face. This is gonna be a very bad day.

“What do you mean you talked to her mother?” Gastón basically squeals in the middle or Blake’s corridor and Matteo growls. “Shut up, bro. Not everyone needs to know about that. I would actually appreciate if no one knew. So please don’t tell anyone.”

Perida pouts at his friend and the Italian growls again, already regretting what he said.

He doesn’t even plan to tell Ambar what he did, she would probably call him ridiculous shit or other, uglier, curses and she truly has many, many of them. Not to mention Matteo doesn’t want Luna to know anything, not yet at least, because Matteo himself knows that it’s not the best thing to do. He went to her mother first, instead of her, and now he lowkey feels bad; he actually should have let the brunette speak when he didn’t want to listen and reach for her when it was time for it.

Now it’s a bit too late to do it in a right way, but it’s not too late to fix this, so when Gastón jumps seeing Luna, Matteo just pulls him somewhere else. He doesn’t really want to risk his best friend running to her with puppy smile.

Balsano recently discovered a soft spot Perida has for Luna Valente and it’s actually very cute to know that at least one of his friends is completely supportive for this. It’s not like Ambar does not. Of course, she does, but her support is different kind of support. She never really awws over him, never makes a victim out of him and he appreciates this. If not Ambar he would probably still was whining in his bedroom to Angelo about how he couldn’t sleep and his father’s cat would most likely just snort at him, hit him with a paw or tail and leave dramatically. Angelo is true supporter here.

Anyway, Matteo wouldn’t be really surprised if Gastón himself went to Luna, explaining why his best friend acted this way and probably sell her some stories; moreover, part of Matteo’s brain knows that he did that, but doesn’t want to ask about that. Maybe it’s better if he’s still unsure.

Bell rings announcing beginning of another class and Balsano sighs not sure how to start conversation with a girl that he screwed up with and he knows that he needs to fix it. He knows it so much it hurts.

The afternoon is going pretty nice; Luna is standing by the counter in Jam and Roller with her notebook in front of her as she’s solving another math problem without any help. She feels great knowing how to find the x once again, and maybe she won’t need Nina much this time, what would be even better since her sweet friend is having long (and probably boring) conversation with Gastón Perida about this one book. Luna isn’t sure what’s in it so incredible that they can talk and talk and talk and talk since they came here, but the brunette can’t complain.

She is super happy for Nina and the fact she manages to have some kind of chat with nice friend of Matteo, she is proud and now she can only try to work on her math, listening the music with one ear and with the other trying to catch what Simón tells her from time to time.

Fifth exercise isn’t as easy as the fourth and Luna pouts much, growling a little and with corner of her eye she notices Simón leaving, probably running away from math, and honestly she can’t be any surprised with that.

Luna opens the very end of her notebook with intention of finding the x somewhere and not messing her notes. She growls again, because this damn equation doesn’t want to work. She lets out final, dramatic sigh and rests her head on the counter, next to the notebook. Song in her earphones ends in the same moment that someone pokes her on the ribs.

“No,” Luna mumbles, taking the pen and deep breath before she tries again. The someone pokes her once more and Valente can hear small it will be twelve said a little too close to her ear.

Luna turns to the right violently, completely surprised, because she hasn’t really expected Matteo appearing any close to her. He is smiling softly at her, his eyes sparkling with something Luna can’t really name. She is too speechless to check her vocabulary list right now.

“What?” The brunette asks confused and Matteo chuckles, not stopping smiling for even a second. His hand goes towards Luna’s notebook, his index finger pointing at the equation. “The answer is twelve here.” She stares at him lost. One day he is totally avoiding her and another day she has Matteo approaching her and doing her math homework.

“Um…” she pauses, not sure what to say. “Thanks. I guess.” Matteo sends her another smile. “It’s fine. Do you want me to explain this?” he asks, resting his elbows on the counter.

“No, no. I think I know what to do now.” She bites on her lower lip, still not knowing what is he doing here. He is standing too close, yet not close enough. She can feel his scent, his arm is pressed to hers and all Luna wants is to crawl under his skin and stay there forever until they all turn to stardust.

His grin grows even more and Luna is gone, completely gone, almost forgetting that she was supposed to be angry at him, or at least be neutral. She takes deep breath, shaking her head and pouting a little. “Is there anything you wanted from me? Or you were just randomly passing and decided to save me from some distress?”

It sounds a little too harsh, but Luna guesses if not harsh, it would end up almost like asking him to be back to his normal self and to be normal with her. Matteo doesn’t seem to notice the hard tone of her voice, yet his smile falls a little and his face turns to serious. “Yes, actually-” he clears his throat. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me?” Luna frowns. “About what?”

He takes deep breath looking around and stopping his look at Simón who has been cleaning the same glass since Matteo came here. Luna wants to giggle a little, fully aware of the fact her best friend, despite being the loveliest puppy ever, likes gossip. She shakes her head at him, though, and smiles softly letting him know that she would like him to leave her alone with the Balsano boy.

She turns back to Matteo, curious face probably visible as hell, but honestly who wouldn’t be curious in this moment? He sighs softly, looking back at her. “About what happened. And of course if you are willing to give me a chance to at least explain.” He adds quickly, making her heart beat a little faster, because how couldn’t she? Part of her wants to kick him and run as away as possible, but the part of her that has always seen the best of him, the one that has always given all people another chance, so at least here she has an excuse to listen to him and not be called to good for everyone again.

“Okay,” her voice seems to quiet for him to hear it but he wakes up hearing that. “I will let you talk, but only if,” her hand covers his softly and their eyes both look at them for a second before they are back to each other. “You have to promise me you will tell me the truth, no excuses, okay?” Matteo takes deep breath and nods slowly, watching her and Luna smiles a little awkwardly and takes her hand, wanting to leave already.

“Luna, wait.” He stops her and she turns around so quickly, her hair hits her face a little. “Do you have time today?”

“Yeah, today I do.” Brunette nods smiling. “Where? I am not sure if it would be good idea to come near my house.” Matteo actually snorts a little making her frown, but shakes his head when she sends him questioning look.

“Can we meet on the beach? I will walk you home later either way, so…” he cuts never finishing.

“Sure. I will text you the hour when I get home, okay?”

He throws small smile at her and she does the same.

Matteo looks around the beach not sure what to do and what time it is, but he is going to wait for her until she is here. Waves are hitting his feet softly, making the sand leave him pulled by the water and Matteo smiles watching it as it’s repeating continuously. He’s being pulled in the same way to Luna and away from Luna, and back again, and it probably looks exactly the same in the scale of the universe.

It’s already late, the sun is gonna go down soon making somehow this scenery what could be worse, but all Matteo can do right now is digging in the sand a little, humming a song and the wind on his face makes everything around so calm, so peaceful that he almost can’t feel the possible drama that is coming. He has no idea what to say no matter that he’s written it many, many times before this afternoon. He’s memorized half of those notes and yet now his head is empty, crystal clear as if he needs to figure out everything when she’s here, or better; talk only what he thinks while looking at her and fulfilling promise he made of telling her the truth and only the truth.

Last days have been a mess. Mostly because Luna wasn’t part of them, and if she were, it was mostly a glance, or even not, and avoiding each other. It wasn’t the best of him either, because even Angelo felt bad enough to come to his bedroom and meow at him few times, and this is a record. Angelo never does it and if he did, it must mean that it was bad and obvious as fuck, and yet, sadly, neither of his parents asked.

They did notice, though.

His father stopped asking about college, his voice might’ve gotten softer through this time. His mom started leaving him tea and cookies before school, sometimes her hugs were tighter so Matteo guesses they know and they have been trying to make him feel any better, and the only thing they need to work on is actual talking. Maybe it’s time to fix it. Maybe he will be even nice to Angelo one day.

Matteo turns away from the water, just to scan the beach, searching for Luna and when he spots her the smile appears on his face completely unprompted. She is watching him as well, her face somehow unreadable for the first time ever while her hair is a big mess because of the wind. Her shoes are hanging off her shoulder, thanks to the tied laces so her hands are free yet playing with edges of jean shirt wrapped around her hips.

He moves towards her, wanting to meet her earlier, every step is making him breathe easier. He’s not sure, but maybe it’s the fact he already accepted being part of something that should be whole; he wants to make it whole no matter how. He needs Luna in his life, no matter as who. He can be her whatever, the thing that is important is having her close and never far away.

It seems like she can’t stop smile appearing on her face when she is closer. She stops just a step away from him and yet he needs to pull her closer, hoping at the same time that if someone does it it’s either of them, not this universe hokus-pokus.

“Hi,” she mumbles softly, pushing her hands in the pockets of her shorts and Matteo can swear that it’s because she is dying to touch him as much as he is.

“Hi back.” He grins and she shakes her head, blushing a bit. “Thanks for coming here.”

Luna sends him teasing look. “Were you thinking I wouldn't come here when I promised I would?”

“No, it's not that.” He chuckles. “It was just this always anxious part, the one that keeps telling you the thing you want the least will happen.”

“So Matteo Balsano is scared of something happening?”

Mentioned Matteo catches strand of her hair and pulls it a little. “Of course, I'm no different.”

Valente giggles. “Well, I am here anyway. You wanted me here.” She sends him expecting look as she stands on her tiptoes and goes back fully to her feet. He takes a deep breath and her hand by the way, pulling her along the shore and making her get into the water. “First of all I wanted to say that I'm really sorry.”

“For what exactly?”

Matteo sighs. “For being an asshole.” He stops her in the middle of the step and she looks at him confused as he continues. “For being dumb idiot who wasn't able to appreciate what he had. But I'm willing to appreciate if you're willing to let me.”

Luna blinks at him few times. “Matteo, I-” he interrupts her. “No, I know, I screwed up and I know I don't really deserve getting you back. Not that we've ever been in state that I could say that I had you in any way, but I just want to have you daily and be close to you because you are pretty and your smile is pretty.” His breath catches as he tries to breathe in between those waterfalls of words, but he can't really stop them while Luna seems lowkey amused.

“Don't think that I like you only because you are pretty, I mean I do but not the normal kind of pretty. I mean more this I like watching you when you don't know I look pretty or the I like your laugh even when you laugh at me kind of pretty and I'm not sure if there is anyone else who would make fun of me the way you do, anyone who wouldn't judge me for talking bad things about my friends, because you know I'm never being serious in those moments.”

“Matteo,” she mumbles, but he shakes his head. “No, no. Let me finish, because I will freeze and forget what I wanted to say. This would make you laugh probably, and I would love that because I love your laugh, but this can be left for later, right?” She nods, grinning a little and he’s not sure is he is being ridiculous, but he said a so he has to say b, and maybe even c.

“Listen.” He reaches for her hands, not knowing which one of them laced their fingers together. “There’s so many things I did wrong, I know, but I want to make it right. Mostly because you deserve to have things right. All things right. And I wanna have you close, I want to watch stupid videos with you, listen to songs that you like and those which I like, I want to get silly memes from you, and show you those from Gastón while complaining about him. I want us to be normal, act like normal people, no matter that we are made of the stars.”

As soon as he poetically finishes Luna gets to her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck tightly. She hides in his neck, trying to get closer and only one thing Matteo can do is hug her back after he throws his shoes to the sand. Luna pulls away softly, wearing big grin and asks: “will you let me steal your fries, though?”

“I will let you steal anything you want from me.” He mumbles pushing her hair out of her face. “You stole me whole already. That’s all on you what you will do with that.”

She nods and brushes her nose with his. “Made of stars, huh?”

“That’s just who we are. The stars. Maybe we even were part of the same galaxy. Who knows really?”

Luna smiles at him softly, sky is darkening behind her, interrupted by strands of soft curls of her hair. He can’t stop himself from pushing it around her ear, hoping that wind won’t mess it again. It does, but she still looks as breathtaking as never before. Little blush covers her cheekbones and he wants to touch it so much, that his hand cups her cheek almost involuntarily. His thumb caresses her skin and Luna closes her eyes, her smile growing slightly, and that’s it. Matteo isn’t able to resist longer and leans towards her, brushes tip of her nose with his, just like she did seconds before, hoping that she will catch what he wants to do.

She giggles with small sound and tangles her fingers in hair of his nape. Then her lips are on his. She kisses him, he kisses her, slowly, softly, slower, softer, the slowest, the softest.

And, oh stars.

He knows.

He can feel that.

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Taking Brady to Space  ― CANON. (current verse)

Brady lets Max tattoo him on camera. It’s kind of sick.

They’d just started filming, their friend Aliyah nice enough to come over to capture this moment in all it’s glory. It was a spur of the moment video, but honestly, all of the good ones are. “Hey guys. Uh. We’ve got a weird one for you today. Bradford here has decided to let me put needles to his skin for some reason.” Max began as slipped his gloves on, and he couldn’t help but grin wildly to himself as he did so. He turned his head to Brady, who was sitting at the counter along with him. They were doing this out of their kitchen, but he’d made sure everything was sanitary. Well, as sanitary as they could get. “How you feeling, dude?” He let the material of the glove snap against his skin like he was scrubbing up for surgery. And his wild grin dropped somewhat, still enough for the cameras but enough to let Brady know he was being serious. They could stop if he wanted to. “Still down for your mystery tattoo?”

Brady knew the second he actually agreed to this that this should be his official clue that he was losing it. Never in a million years did he think he would even consider the idea of Max legitimately giving him a tattoo, but he had made an extremely compelling case, which was that it would probably be fun, and who was Brady to argue with that? Brady gave his usual somewhat half-assed wave to the camera, only this time with a less half-assed grin he couldn’t seem to wipe away from the excitement. “Sup.” Now he was just gonna go ahead and pretend the camera wasn’t there. “Feeling fantastic,” he replied, watching everything Max did carefully. This was lowkey hilarious so Brady was excited, but it was also Max about to permanently mark his skin, so Brady was keeping an eye on things. Brady raised his eyebrows at the question. “I’m not gonna be if you keep asking me.” He hopped off the counter to sit in the chair they’d placed there instead, resting his arm up on the counter, forearm up. “But if you put your fucking name on me I’m gonna kick your ass.”

When Brady didn’t change his mind, Max let his own excitement rise to the surface.  With Brady sliding off the counter and into the chair, Max turned in his chair and looked down at the forearm he was presented with. “You’re facing the wrong way, dude, I thought this was an ass tat.” He replied easily. This was really happening, and he was low-key nervous, but mostly just excited. When would he ever get a chance to tattoo his best friend again? Max grabbed one of the wipes he’d set out on the counter and ripped it open, grasping Brady’s forearm with his left hand as he wiped the space gently. “Yeah? How hard you gonna kick it?” He glanced up at Brady with a playful smirk, meeting his eyes. “Beat me up, Daddy, I ain’t scared.” He heard Ali say something from behind the camera, and tried not to laugh too loud as he angled his body to grab the machine. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a good one for you. Trust me.” He nodded to Brady, proudly. “I’ve been practicin’ for you.” On paper, though. Which is… probably most definitely not the same. “Okay, man. You ready?”

“You wish.” And so did all of Max’s weird fans, he was sure. Brady certainly wasn’t about it. At Max’s comment, Brady rolled his eyes, because of course he did. He turned to Aliyah holding the camera, feeling weird that it wasn’t him, but regardless said, “Hey guys, quick update, the channel’s actually got a new cameraman permanently, ‘cause I can’t stand this shit anymore.” He couldn’t wait to find that in a ‘Brady quitting Max’s channel’ compilation soon. “I am fuckin’ trusting you, dude, obviously,” Brady said, looking down at the spot he was soon going to have… something on. “As I’ll ever be. Just do it, bro.” He might have been getting a little nervous now, but lord knows he didn’t show it. He kept a straight face as he watched.

Max nearly bit his tongue to stop himself from replying to that, knowing Ali was right there. “You know what? Good thing you announced it so I didn’t have to tell you myself. Why do you think Ali’s here? She’s already got the job.” He threw back easily, all too used to the quitting threats. If Brady really wanted to leave, he’d be far gone by now. And he most definitely wouldn’t be allowing him to permanently tattoo his body. “Okay, just checking. Tattoo consent is important, dude.” He said, equally as excited as he was nervous. He gripped the tattoo gun tightly and began to angle it towards Brady’s arm, hesitating before he even touched the skin. He held onto Brady’s arm as steady as he could, and with a soft exhale he pressed the tip to his skin. And shit, okay, that was way different from paper. He made the smallest of movements, trying so hard not to jerk his hand in shock. But he continued on, and he wanted to look up at Brady’s face to see if he was okay — but if he looked away from his arm he might lose his place. “How we doin’? You okay?” He paused. “No peeking, by the way. You’re not allowed ‘till it’s done.”

“Yeah? Don’t come cryin’ to me when people complain about the different style.” Brady had been here too long for Max to just switch things up so suddenly and they both knew it. Hella job security. He watched Max prepare for about twenty fucking minutes, clearly hesitating, but Brady could possibly see why when the needle touched his skin and he was met with… a very unpleasant feeling he had never experienced before. He did his best not to show his clear discomfort to the camera, but he couldn’t help but close his eyes and bite down on his lip. It was a weird sensation, like a really fucking painful scratch that also felt hot. Brady didn’t know what he expected otherwise. “Yup.” His response was only a little choked, and Brady cleared his throat once he noticed and remembered Aliyah had the camera on him. “Shut up, I’m not looking.” Perhaps he was a little more on edge now with the unpleasant experience going on, but he tried to remind himself it’d (hopefully) be dope when it was done. He tilted his head back so that when he finally reopened his eyes, it was up at the ceiling, not at what Max was doing. “Christ, I can’t believe I agreed to this.” The amusement was clearly creeping back into his tone, and he was sure he’d be laughing again soon. “Think it’s just that I don’t trust you but it feels like it’s gonna be a dick and I’ll straight up fuckin’ end you, man.”

“Excuse you. Unlike some people, I trust Ali’s style.” Max soon got to work on creating his masterpiece,  and it was so weird to know he was literally permanently tattooing Brady’s arm right now. Honestly, he was a little nervous to get this just right, because as hilarious as this all was he did want him to like it. As he began to make longer movements, it was like he could feel Brady tense up, and the clearing of his throat made him pause. Max stilled his hand, very careful not to lose his spot, and rolled his eyes up to look at him. “Sure about that? ‘Cause I’ll stop right now.” He joked lightly, the thumb of the hand holding Brady’s arm steady brushing subtly against his skin to try to soothe him somehow, small enough to not be fully visible on camera. Even if it was kind of weird since he was wearing gloves. Max looked back down, relieved to see he didn’t mess up irrevocably just by looking away. It gave him a newfound confidence to finish it up, and he started smiling to himself uncontrollably as it came together. “You agreed ‘cause you can’t say no to my ideas.  And you shouldn’t, 'cause I… have pulled through for ya. You’re gonna lose your shit, dude. In a good way.” He said, his excitement settling in as he finished the few remaining touches. “Hey now, you never said no dicks. Guess our next video can be a tattoo removal then.” He made one last, small movement, and set the machine on the towel sitting on the counter. He stared down at his work, all too proudly. He felt like he was beaming, but damn.  "Brady.“ He was having a whole ass moment. “You look so sick.” Max clasped his gloved hands together and raised them in front of his face, preparing for the reaction. “Okay, I have no words. You can look now.”

Brady wanted to tell him to shut up again because it was just what he was used to doing, and it felt especially right now that he was all tense, but he felt Max’s thumb brushing over his arm and he didn’t say anything. The clearly comforting gesture was anything but, causing Brady’s stomach to twist a little bit. Maybe he was overthinking it, but although they’d always been close they weren’t ever really physically comforting or generally touchy like that before… yeah. Brady shifted a bit in his seat, careful not to move his arm too much, but shook the thought away because it didn’t matter right now. “Uh, I can definitely say no to your ideas,” Brady countered, quickly getting back to their regularly scheduled bullshit. “Like you trying to get me to jump off cliffs and shit.” Brady rolled his eyes, shaking his head. When he’d finally finished, Brady dropped his head so he could look down at it, and… holy shit. It was dope. “Dude,” Brady said through a laugh, bringing his arm up closer to his face to really look at it. It was all red and still sort of stinging, but Max had pulled through after all. A little alien holding a joint. It really captured Brady’s essence. “That’s fucking hilarious.” He looked up at Max and shook his head, almost in disbelief that someone knew him this well. “You’re safe this time.” He turned his attention back down to the new tattoo, which he remembered was gonna be there forever, and it made him laugh again. “Bro. I’m speechless.”