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blossom-hwa · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a skz seungmin academic rivals to lovers drabble? Love your work, especially your Whispers of Nature supernatural au!!

thank you for the request and your kind comment, I'm glad you liked the series! hope you didn't mind me inserting the spiderverse into this drabble - ever since I watched the new movie I've been itching to write something with it, and this idea struck me with help from @wingkkun (thanks chip <3). please enjoy!

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Title: The Bane of My Existence, the Reason I'm Alive

Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, Spiderverse!au, university!au

Warnings: injury, cursing, a mention of porn as part of a joke (no actual sex/suggestiveness)

3:55 PM.

You slide into the seat of the lecture hall, five minutes before your exam is supposed to start. Physics—your best and favorite subject, and also the one you happen to have studied the absolute most for just to be absolutely certainthat you'll beat Seungmin Kim, the bane of your entire existence.

Which, to be fair, is not entirely true. Because for one thing, the stupid criminals and villains you fight every week as your spider-based alter ego are far bigger nuisances than he is. Doc Ock nearly killed you, physically and metaphorically and sarcastically. You're still recovering from the shock of live tentacle porn crawling down the streets of Manhattan—you're not quite sure you'll ever get over that, which is something you made sure to say when he was wrapped tidily up in your webs and the police were coming to take him away.

And for the record, Seungmin does seem like a nice guy—for the most part, at least. He's got a sense of humor and he's friendly enough, liked by most of the student body even though he transferred to your university very suddenly just a month or two ago. But his smile—his stupid smile—whenever he beats you in a test in one of the classes you share, his stupid little shrug when you beat him like it doesn't matter at all to him, this one-sided rivalry of yours—

Ugh. You grit your teeth just thinking about it. Enough said. He's the bane of your existence. That's it.

And…

You look around the room.

And he's not here.

Huh. You frown. The TAs have already started passing out the tests, starting from the front and back and making their steady way to the middle where you usually sit, Seungmin just one row in front. But the seat he always takes is suspiciously empty right now, his head of black hair nowhere to be seen anywhere in the room.

Your frown deepens as a TA passes you an exam sheet face down. Why would he miss an exam? You've only known him for a couple of months but he doesn't seem like the type to skip a test—or, at least if he had to, he'd probably have said something about it in passing when you two eventually got to bickering like you always do—so why?

A bubble of worry starts to build in your stomach, which is so dumb—why should you care? Why the fuck should you? It's just Seungmin, Seungmin Kim who's not even really a friend. He's just a guy. A dude that infuriates you a little too much when it comes to your need for academic validation.

The clock strikes four. Papers rustle around the room. You flip over your own exam and force all thoughts of a certain Seungmin Kim out of your mind once and for all.

He's not your problem.

. . . . .

4:30 PM.

DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER—

It hits you with a jolt—almost physically. You let out a gasp and the tip of your pencil breaks when you press it too hard into the paper, blinking furiously. The sense—the spider-sense—

DANGER DANGER DANGER

Your breath catches. Someone next to you gives you a sidelong glare and somewhere else someone hisses in frustration, but you can only force yourself to sit. And breath. And focus on what exactly you're going to do next.

Physics exam. Saving the city from possible disaster.

Seungmin's not here. It's silly and even selfish to think about now, but it makes the decision so much easier to know that at least compared to him, your half-finished test won't matter.

You hand your test to the nearest TA and sprint out of the hall.

. . . . .

4:47 PM.

"You're late to the party!"

That's the greeting Spider-Min tosses over as you swing into the fray. Despite the huge lizard monster thingrampaging through the streets, you grin—for all your initial frustration when a new spider person suddenly appeared in town, clearly more experienced than you, you think you can now count Min, as he has you call him, as one of your friends. He caught you when you were just starting out this vigilante gig and has since taught you so much.

It's also just really nice to have someone around who understands living a dual life like this.

"Well, excuse me for having a physics exam! How'd you get here so fast?" You lash out with your webs, slamming the monster's snapping jaws shut. It tries to roar but can't, so it settles for stomping over half a dozen cars instead. Screams erupt from the streets.

Shit. You leap from the side of a building, scooping up civilians and depositing them further away. "Better run!" you yell, waiting just long enough to make sure they survive their mad scramble to safety before turning back to the fight.

"Happened to be in Brooklyn when it started causing chaos, nerd!"

"Oh, suck it!" You punch one of the lizard's claws away, rolling your eyes under your mask. "As if you're not the exact fucking same, dickhead—"

Min laughs. It's a bright sound, warm and heavy and like one of the last rays of sunlight permeating your suit, warming you up from inside and out.

And even though you've most certainly failed a test for the first time in your life, even though you're still smarting over the fact that you worried about Seungmin Kim, even though you're fighting a lurid green lizard monster that's just managed to tear your webbing away from its mouth, you don't find it very difficult to laugh, too.

. . . . .

4:59 PM.

The lizard monster won't go down. Just—won't. It's annoyingly persistent and it fucking regenerates limbs—both you and Min have screamed some obscenity about this at least five times each because while the regeneration is slow, it's incredibly disturbing to watch in real time as well as annoying to deal with when you're trying to subdue it.

And, of course, there are a select few idiot civilians who insist on making your lives harder. It's usually a few foolhardy police who don't like vigilantes, but this time, there's a vlogger.

For real. A vlogger. Trying to film the fight from way too close.

And what does said vlogger get for his efforts? A chunk of rubble falling on his head. Or it would have fallen on his head if you hadn't abandoned the fight to sweep him out of the way, leaving Min to fight the creature on his own for a few dangerous seconds. "RUN!" you yell, shoving the stunned vlogger towards the police before spinning around to face the lizard creature that Min's still fighting alone.

Only—

It happens so fast you almost miss it. Something like—a computer glitch, almost. A spasm. That's as close as you can get to describing it, a sort of television static ripping through the air and distorting Min's image into a blur of—pixels, almost, though that doesn't make sense because pixels only exist in screens and not in real damn life.

It's fast. Half a second, maybe. But it's enough for the lizard's tail to sweep through the air, smacking the already falling Spider-Min into a building and hurtling him to the ground.

A blurry screech fills your ears. Only later will you realize you were the one who made the sound.

You sprint and leap onto the side of a building, shooting out desperate strands of web. By some miracle streak of luck, one of them catches Min in the back as he falls. You nearly fall yourself with the sudden weight at the end of the strand but you force yourself to hold on, to grab your friend before he falls.

"Min?" You land behind a pile of rubble, patting his cheeks. "Min!"

He doesn't respond.

Panic almost blinds you. Your head feels fuzzy and you can't see clearly, can't really breathe either, but you press two numb fingers to his neck and nearly swoon with relief when you feel a faint pulse beneath his suit.

Somewhere above you, the lizard hisses. You look up to see the hideous green face swinging left to right. Looking for Min. Looking for you.

You swallow hard. Min's in no condition to fight. He's out cold. His suit is shredded, showing bloody scrapes on his skin, and half his mask has been torn off.

Taking a shaky breath, you gently lower Min to the ground and step out from behind the rubble. "Over here, ugly!" you scream to disguise the fear freezing the blood in your veins.

Time to go on alone, just like you did before.

. . . . .

5:13 PM.

After Min falls, you don't know what happens.

Seriously. You don't. You know there was fear, you know there was rage, you know there was red crossing your vision that wasn't from your mask—but you don't know what happened. You just know that ten short but still horrifically long minutes later, you knocked the lizard out and it morphed into a human who you wrapped tightly in your webs and strung from a building for the cops to grab before ducking behind the rubble to pick up Min, who was still out cold.

He's still out cold as you swing him across the city and in through the window of your dorm.

Your body hangs on just long enough for you to deposit him on your bed and check his pulse to ensure that he is in fact still breathing. Then your legs give out and you fall to the floor.

For several long minutes, you can only sit there and gasp. Breathe. Try to make sense of everything that happened—lizard man, vlogger, glitch-pixel-what-the-fuck-Min, unconscious Min.

Most of it can be explained. Lizard man: experiment gone wrong. Probably. Vlogger: people are idiots. Unconscious Min: he got smacked into a wall.

But the glitch-pixel bit.

What the fuck was that.

You rip off your mask and take a gasping breath. Somewhere nearby you spot your water bottle and drain most of it in two gulps. You dump the rest on your face.

The cool water splashing onto your skin brings your mind back to focus, just a little bit. Enough for you to finally take a good look at Min on your bed, still unconscious.

Already some of the smaller scrapes have faded from his skin, visible through the torn fabric of his suit. You breathe a little sigh of relief, pushing yourself back up to take a closer look—not too close, because it feels kind of like an invasion of privacy, but enough to reassure yourself. Just a little bit.

Then your gaze falls on his face, where half of his mask has been torn off.

Your first instinct is to look away. You've never shown Min your face, nor has he shown you his. It's an unspoken agreement between the two of you to keep it quiet—not because you don't trust each other, but because you just didn't. No one knows you. No one knows Spider-Min. It's meant to be this way.

But almost against your will, you have to look again. Because there's something very familiar about the bottom of his face. The set of his jaw, the pale skin of his cheeks, the tilt of his nose half covered by a little flap of fabric still hanging on. And though you look away almost immediately, the familiarity stays. Tugs at your mind in all the wrong ways.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Half of you screams to look again. The other half screams to turn yourself away. And between the two halves, a little piece of your mind is whirring, trying to figure out who Min looks like to you.

And then.

It hits you.

Seungmin Kim.

Your eyes fly open, immediately lighting on Min. The jaw, the face shape—his laugh, his voice—his name, Min—

"Happened to be in Brooklyn while it started causing chaos, nerd!"

No wonder he wasn't taking the physics exam.

A strangled noise leaves your throat. Spider-Min. Seungmin Kim. Fellow spider person. Academic rival. You don't want to believe it—can't believe it—but all the evidence is staring you in the face, quite literally in your face—

If you just lift off his mask you'll know for sure.

Before you even realize it, one hand is reaching out for the torn edge of the mask, fingers itching to pull back the fabric and confirm every one of your horrible suspicions. They can't be the same—not the bane of your existence and half the reason you're still alive—but—

And then it happens again. The glitch. Pixels scrambling with radio static, television buzzing but in real life. Only for a second but just enough for you to watch Min blur in and out of reality the way he did during the fight. Enough for you to confirm that you weren't losing your mind then.

Though you just might be now.

To your horror, Min—Seungmin—what the fuck, did you bring Seungmin Kim back into your own bed, what the fuck—his eyes flutter. His lips part, just slightly. His breath catches.

You clap a hand over your own mouth, stifling something that feels half like a sob, half like a scream. And as Min's body shifts, his eyes starting to blink open, you do the only thing you can think to do.

Trembling fingers pull your mask over your face, and you jump out of the window.

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months ago

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Eight

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Previous: Chapter Seven ~ A Little Boston Magic ~ Andy/Leia

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Chapter Eight ~ Nothing But Lies ~ Andy/Leia

Andy

I feel like I have been here before.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before.

The pain in my back is getting worse the longer I stay in this position. I finally pry my eyes open and am blinded with pain. Why is my room so bright? And why am I so uncomfortable? I blinked a couple of times and realized, I’m on my couch. I slowly sat up. What the fuck happened? My mind runs throught the previous night. I remembered watching Leia and Jeremy and then heading to the Red Line. I frowned as I remember Stella being there but then, nothing really.

“Oh, you’re wake.”

I snapped my head up (which was a terrible mistake) and saw Leia coming down the stairs, fully dressed. Oh shit, there was a game today. I scrambled for my phone before Leia stopped me.

“Its ok Andy, its only eight. Practice is at ten. I’m going to make some coffee.”

I sat back with my head on the cushions. Fuck, being hung over for the second time in three months is not a good look for a captain of an NHL team. I took a moment to breathe before Leia came back in with two mugs. “Thanks,” I muttered.

“Wanna talk about it?” She took a sip, looking at me.

“I’m fine.” I took a sip and avoided her gaze.

“Ok, why are you getting drunk the night before a game? That isn’t like you, Andy.” The look on her face was breaking me. But how can I tell her? How can I tell her that her new boyfriend is a tool bag and I’m so in love with her, it kills me to see her with her. What do I say? How do I tell her about what I overheard in the locker room a couple of weeks ago.

Two weeks ago...

“That is such a sweet shot you took on Ullmark,” Luke said, laughing as he and Andy walked down to the locker room.

“It’s all in the wrist,” I replied with the pretend flick of the wrist. “Are we heading to the bar after?”

“Yeah, Cubby said she’s be our designated tonight after the game.” Luke high-fived me when they heard laughing coming from the locker room. They were about to burst in when they heard Swayman’s voice.

“Dude, she had a thing for me. When I was talking with her on the plane, she was playing hard to get. But I know, she’s into me. I’m gonna ask her out.”

“You really want to ask out the assistant captain’s sister?” Andy could hear it was Ullmark. “Is that wise?”

“Why not? You heard Andrews. He gave his blessing.”

“That’s because he doesn’t know your reputation.”

“He knows. I’ve been with him at the bars and stuff. He was just as bad before he met Miranda.” He heard him chuckle. “I just want a taste. She is sexy as hell and I can feel like she is a devil in the sheets.”

“You better make sure that Barber and Andrews don’t hear you talk like that about her.”

“What is Barber going to do? He’ll ruin his friendship with her which is ok by me. I just want a piece of her. Fuck her and leave her. Make it look a mutual thing so there’s no bad blood. Trust me, I’ve done this before and I’ll do it again.”

It took everything in Andy to restrain Luke.

It took everything inside of Andy not to tell Leia.

Present

I lied.

“Fiona called and she was trying to convince me we should make another go at it. I told her to fuck off but it messed with my head. Got to drinking to numb the feeling.”

I lied big time.

“Oh Andy,” Leia came to sit next to me and held my hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” She leaned over my shoulder. “She is the worst.”

I never wanted the feeling of her body pressed against mine to ever stop. “Yeah, I know. I’m not even sure why I answered the call.” I am a complete asshole for lying to her but the truth would hurt her more and I can’t do it.

“Well, I’ll be home tonight after the game. You don’t fly out until tomorrow so we can relax tonight, ok?” She gave me her smile, the one I go weak over.

“It sounds like a plan, Princess.”

I have to remind myself that he is my teammate and I can’t fuck with that. It would screw everyone else and I can’t do that.

But boy, do I want to.

Practice went as practice goes but my head was not in it. Warm ups for the game are the same and I know everyone can see it. Its obvious, especially when Swayman looks at me with concern. “You ok, Cap?”

“I’m fine,” I mumble, lacing up my skates. “Leia told me what happened. Thanks for helping her.”

“It’s no problem.” He frowns. “But everything’s ok?”

“Fiona called.” Yep, maintaining that lie. “It just got to me. I just want to skate.” I pushed past him and start taking laps on the ice. I know Luke knows the lie because Leia told him. But I can’t face him. I can’t face anyone. My heart is broken right now and I just can’t do it.

The game is a tire fire right from the start.

I can’t focus. I just see Leia and Jeremy and the happiness on her face and it makes me sloppy. So sloppy that coach has to bench me in the third period, probably for safety reasons. I sat there, watching the game, knowing that if we lost this, it would be my fault. Luckily, Luke was able to take control of the team and pull out the win.

I was sitting in my stall, trying hard not to show emotion. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Leia. I just wanted to be with my girl.

Fuck.

She's not mine.

I’m still totally fucked.

Leia

15 Weeks

The last few weeks with Jeremy had been amazing. He is such a gentleman. We had the road trip right after for ten days and Jeremy made it a point to sit across the aisle from me so we could talk. He would carry my bag when we got off and made sure that Stella and I are safely in our rooms. In the mornings, he would bring me a tea, make sure my gloves were on and then hang out if he was done for the day.

We would go out every couple of days, some days I just can’t from how tired I was. I still hadn’t told him about the baby. I spoke with management and they agreed to modify my duties but it was up to me on who I told. I love the Bruins.

The only thorn in my side is Andy. He’s been distance since my first date with Jeremy. Not just distant but angry even a little hostile. I’ve noticed that sometimes he is sharp at practice with his teammates, especially Jeremy. Its so unlike him. I decided to text Luke to see if he knew anything.

Leia: Do you know what’s wrong with Andy Luke: No Leia: You are so helpful Luke: Seriously, I’ve asked and he says nothing Luke: You know Fiona called Leia: its still from that? Luke: I guess so Leia: I guess I’ll talk to him to see what’s up

I frown at my phone. Its near 8 pm and Andy still isn’t home. Its weird for him not to come home after all of his meetings and stuff but lately he’s been coming home later and later. Sometimes, especially on days when I got out with Jeremy, I won’t see him until the next day. I decided to cancel plans with Jeremy and head home. I sit in the living room, reading when I hear his car pull up. He walks in. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey Andy. How was your day?” My voice is super sugary sweet and Andy narrowed his eyes at me.

“What’s going on? Why are you talking to me in your ‘I’m pregnant and don’t feel good so can you help me’ voice?” Andy crossed his arms over his chest. Normally I would find this very attractive, because he’s still in a dress shirt and slacks, and fuck, focus Leia!

“Just realizing that I haven’t seen you around much.” I smiled softer at him. “I missed hanging out with you.” Andy snorted and went to grab a beer. He had been drinking a little more than usual. “What? Don’t you miss hanging out with me?”

“Of course, I miss hanging out with you. I didn’t realize that you and Swayman were not serious and that you would be home more often.” He took a long pull.

“Jeremy and I are fine. What is the matter with you?” My tone was sharp.

“Me? I’m not the problem. I’m giving you space to grow in your relationship.” He raised his hands and move towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”

“You can’t do this Andy. We live together, we’re roommates...”

“Yes, Leighton, we’re roommates. Doesn’t mean I have to share everything with you or acknowledge your relationship.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. “Oh, here we go, the crying.”

“You’re being such an asshole right now Andrew. You are not like my best friend right now.” I wiped at my eyes furiously.

His face turned angry. “A best friend? You want me to be a best friend to you. Fine! Jeremy is not this great guy you think he is. He’s a douchebag and a womanizer. He’s going to hurt you and you’re just planning your entire future with him and your kid.”

“You’re just jealous because I’m finding happiness with him. I’m moving on unlike you!”

“That’s rich, moving on. You’re not going to move on with Swayman.”

“That’s not your decision!”

“I’m not deciding anything. Its facts; you’re not going to find what you are looking for with him.”

“Stay out of my life Andrew. I’m happy and that’s all that should matter.”

“He’s going to hurt you and I’ll be left to pick up the pieces again. Just like your high school boyfriend and just like Bret. You can’t even see what’s right in front of you. You keep choosing fuckboys when you could have something better. I don’t know why I would think you would look at the bigger picture with Swayman. He’s a fuckboy hockey player just trying to sleep with you so he can say I fucked my teammates sister. You are just a warm body to him and you’re too stupid to see it.” His words vibrate against the walls and his face falls with realization. “Leia...”

My heart cracks at his words, his mean and awful words. “Fuck you! I fucking hate you!”

I ran past him up the stairs and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I slide down to the floor and sobbed. I’ve never had a real fight with Andy but he’s so wrong. Jeremy and I are just starting. Things are different this time and I know it.

I woke up the next morning, my eyes sore and raw from crying. Its still early but I can’t face Andy again. I got up to shower, using the hot water to loosen my muscles. As I’m drying my hair, I stand in front of the mirror and gasp.

Between my hips is now a distinct bump. I grab my phone and check my pregnancy tracker. 15 weeks, one day. My bump popped and now there is no way to hide this. I can get away with it while I’m out because of jackets and scarfs but at work I tend to wear leggings and sweaters. I run my hand over my belly as I stare in the mirror. Hi baby, I croon softly. I move to open the door to tell Andy but I stop.

He lost the right.

I sneak out the house and head to the coffee shop for my morning tea and muffin. I work on my notes for work when my phone chimes.

Jeremy: Morning beautiful Leia: morning handsome Jeremy: so since we bailed on dinner last night, can we try again tonight Leia: I would love to

I smile as I think about the date with Jeremy. And then my smile falls. I don’t know how I can hide my condition. I have to tell him about the pregnancy. But maybe I should wait.

Perfect.

Andy isn’t home when I get there so I take advantage of it and start getting ready. I put on a fit and flare type dress with stockings and booties. My nice coat and scarf will hide my secret until I’m ready to talk to Jeremy. He’s prompt like always and we head out.

I’m nervous because this is like date four and every romance book has told me that by now, the man is hoping to get lucky. And I would, I totally would follow this except I feel so uncomfortable in my body. Having Andy and Stella tell me all the time that I look gorgeous is just getting to my head. What if he is grossed out about my body? What if he finds me repulsive? My mind is spiraling.

“Everything ok Leia?” Jeremy smiled at me as he placed his big hand on my thigh. His finger are long and I can feel the warmth, strength and roughness in them. A hard working man.

“Yeah, just upset about Andy is all. He’s still being closed off and that’s unusual for him.” There was no way I would tell him what Andy said. That would be just asking for an argument. “He’s never been so distant before,” I say before smiling. “But, I’m going to let it go because I’m excited for our date.”

“Good. I was thinking of just going to Lou’s for pizza and North Park has those Christmas lights up. Could be really pretty. “His fingers are dancing over my skin and it feels so good and distracting.

“Sounds like the perfect night.” God, I am falling hard for this man.

After pizza, he drove us to the park for the festival of lights. As we are climbing out, Jeremy hands me a soft ball. I look at him curiously. “Because I know you forgot them.” I open the bundle and its a pair of mittens. I blush because I did forget and I look down. Jeremy touches my chin to lift my head. I look into his eyes and all I see is kindness. “Its ok, beautiful. Its our thing.”

Our thing.

Swoon.

As we walk around, all the twinkling lights are setting a mood of romance. An aphrodisiac of scents fills the air from the food stalls. Jeremy gets some hot ciders to keep our hands warm as walk trough. “Ok, Halloween or Christmas?” he asks.

“Christmas. I don’t like to be scared.” I shudder at the thought. “Plus why does it involve so many spiders and clowns. Spiders are poisonous and they are creepy. Clowns... well, clowns eat people and just no.” I take a breath and look at Jeremy’s face. His face is surprised and unmoving. “What?”

“That is the most passionate speech I have ever heard about Halloween.” He burst out laughing. I huff with mock indignation and cross my arms, hip jutted while he is bent, hands on knees trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says wiping his eyes. “Sweetheart, are you afraid of spiders and clowns?”

“It’s not funny.” I pouted at him and begin to walk away.

“Sweetheart!” Jeremy chases after me and pulls me to him. “I’m sorry,” he says with puppy eyes.

I can’t be mad at this man. “It’s ok,” I say softly.

“Let me make it up to you.” He smiles. “Let’s go back to my place, I’ll start a fire, some hot cocoa, we can cuddle on the couch.” He kisses me softly. “What do you say beautiful?”

Shit. He’ll try to touch me and he’ll know. He’ll know and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this bubble to burst. “I would love to but I have a six am call with a club in England. I need to be up early and presentable, at least, from the waist up.” I smile. “But that sounds amazing. Maybe another night?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I like that you are working to conquer the world.” He kisses my cheek and whispers, “maybe one night I can dominate you and take you to places you never knew existed.”

I blush as he gives me a sexy smirk. Refusing this man is hard.

And I don’t know how much longer i will be able to delay it.

Its been a week since Jeremy has asked me to go home with him and I know now my time is up. My baby belly is growing and I don’t want to lie to him. I ask him to lunch and he said he would meet me at a cafe near the house. I bundle up as the falls weather has now turned to the colder side. It also helps with the bump hiding mission. I’m putting on my coat when Andy walks by. “Going out?”

“Yep.”

“Princess...” he face falls at the lack of energy in my voice but I don’t want to hear it.

“Nope.” I walked out the door and drove to the cafe. Jeremy is sitting there in a hoodie and jeans, his black peacoat over the chair. He looks like a goddamm snack. “Hey!”

“Hey sweetheart!” He gets up to kiss me on the cheek. “Its cold today.”

“Yeah, winter is coming,” I say with a giggle.

“Nice,” he smiles. We order and chat but the more I chat the more i start to get nervous. I mean, how do you tell the man you are seeing that you are pregnant with another man’s baby? Now he can tell something is wrong because he asked me something and I completely spaced. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Leia, you are a thousand miles away. What’s going on?”

I take a breath and hope for the best. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay,” he says slowly. “You can tell me anything.”

“So, I’ve been dealing with some life altering news for a few weeks now and I didn’t know if I should tell you earlier because I hadn’t finished making some decisions.”

He frowns. “Is everything ok? Are you sick?”

“No, not sick. Just... pregnant.”

Swear I feel like a pin could drop and I could hear it. Jeremy’s face froze and I know, this is the end. Finally, he says, “you’re pregnant?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, I didn’t know if I was keeping it or what I was going to do but I decided that I wanted the baby. I’m sixteen weeks pregnant. I told management last week but I needed to wrap my head around it and I needed to tell you because I know you want more with me and I just couldn’t while lying.” He still sitting there, not moving a muscle. “Say something, please.”

“Wow.” I blink, not sure what he is going to say. “I mean, wow, that’s big news.” He takes a long sip of his drink as I try to blink back tears.

“I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me...”

“No, that’s not it, sweetheart.” He takes my hand. “I just need a moment to process this.” He smiles. “You’re gonna be a mom.”

“Yeah. Its big but I’m determined to give my baby the best life.”

He smiles. “Anything I can do to help, ok? Just let me know.” He cups my cheek. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”

Its exactly what I needed.

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becauseimswagman1 · 1 year ago

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A/N: This story will (Read: might) be uploaded in 4 parts. This is part 1 out of.... unknown. This man has been on my radar since Love, Victor, and now that he's been in Never Have I Ever, more people can see how amazing he is.

A/N#2: This isn't a fic for Victor (L, V) or Ethan (NHIE). This is a fic for the actor behind those characters, Michael Cimino.

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What Are We?

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There’s something about waking up naked to breakfast in bed from your best friend that seems fake as hell, except it’s not and it’s happening to you.

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You and Michael met at an after-party for a movie premiere a couple of years ago. The two of you bonded over how bad the movie was even though the cast of actors was amazing.

He thought you were very pretty and tried flirting, but he stumbled over his words. You thought it was cute that an established actor was essentially fumbling trying to talk to you, so you saved him the trouble and asked for his number.

After that night, the two of you were inseparable for about two weeks since that’s all the time he had left to stay in LA before he went back to filming. The distance didn’t stop y’all, though. He always made sure to check on you, ordering you food from across the country just to make sure you ate, sending “good morning” texts, etc. That continued over the years and sometimes you thought he was crushing on you, but you didn’t want to assume anything.

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So, when he surprised you for y’all’s two-year “friend-iversary” by showing up at your doorstep with flowers, your favorite dessert in hand, and a hand-written letter that says how much he cherishes you as a person made you swoon a bit because nobody had ever done that for you, friend or not. Maybe you’d been the one to develop a crush on him.

“Michael?! What the fuck are you doing here?”, you moved out the doorway so he could walk in.

He went straight to your kitchen to put the dessert in the freezer, “Thank God you weren’t taking a nap, this ice cream cake would’ve melted.”

You followed behind him and sat on the counter and watched him move around your kitchen like he lived there, the sight was so cute. If only you weren’t so afraid to tell him how you felt.

“Um… Hi Michael?”

“Hi hello, how are you on this wonderful day?” he hugged you tight, his face buried in your neck. The way his breath felt on you had you thinking some very impure thoughts.

You pushed him back before you could let out an audible moan, “Wonderful day? It’s definitely a regular-ass Tuesday.”

“It’s our fucking friend-iversary! Did you forget or something?” you did forget, you’re willing to admit that but then again you weren’t even aware that this was something that’d be happening.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing, dude! Is that why you showed up with all that stuff?”

“Duhhh. Annnd it’s the first time we’re seeing each other in SIX MONTHS! It’s the longest I’ve ever been away from you! How are you not vibrating out of your skin right now?”

That was an easy question to answer. Every piece of excitement that would’ve exploded when you saw him was quickly taken over by a bit of arousal. He had clearly been hitting the gym every day and the tank top plus short shorts combo was doing something to you.

“I was just working on something before you came,” you saw his eyes light up, “Woahhh before you get all excited, no you can’t see it.”

You’re sort of an influencer. You do a ton of stuff without the restriction of a company behind you. You manage yourself and do it well. Your profession is being an editor.

“Oh come on~. You know I enjoy watching you work, even if I don’t completely understand what you’re doing.”

“The final answer is no. Anyway, what are we doing for this friend-iversary?”

He opened your cabinet and took out a bag of chips and started eating them, “I was thinking that we get dressed super fancily and go to an overpriced restaurant, then we come back here to Netflix and Chill.”

Your eyes widened at his words, was he suggesting you two hook up? Like sleep in the bed in a non-platonic way?

He saw your expression change, “Wait, wait, wait I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that we chill out and have some of my famous margaritas.”

“Oh! Right, right,” You were kinda sad that he didn’t mean it, but you certainly weren’t gonna let him sense that you were bummed, “So, what’s this letter?” You held up an envelope.

He cleared his throat, “Oh that?” he snatched it from you, “That’s something I want you to read when I leave the state. Got it?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Now that we’ve got that straight, go get dressed. Our reservations are at eight and you take forever to get ready.” he put the chip bag down and started walking to the door.

“I do not take forever, wait, where are you going?”

“To get my suitcase. We finished filming yesterday and I thought I’d spend some time here… Is that okay with you?”

You smiled a little, “DUH! Why wouldn’t it be okay with me? Go get your bag before I purposely take forever to get ready.”

He was already halfway out the door when you finished your sentence.

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magicshopaholic · 2 years ago

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Movie Night (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: Hoseok hosts movie night, but finds he can’t concentrate with all the flirting.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: Humour, unreolved issues, hints of angst

Word count: 5.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol, spoilers for the movie Get Out!

A/N: Took me a while but my favourite children are back :') Contains one of the first scenes of theirs I ever envisioned. This fic takes place approximately four months after Double Take, about a week after Stranger Things. Can't wait to hear what you guys think <3

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Listen to: “should i stay or should i go” by the clash

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A phone call wakes Chanyeol up before his alarm does.

Clearing his throat as his eyes stay shut, he fumbles for his phone on the hotel bedside table and answers it. “Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up? Listen, you’re coming over today, right?” Hoseok asks, without waiting for a response to his first question.

It takes Chanyeol a couple of seconds to process these many words. “What?”

“Today,” repeats his best friend patiently. “You’re coming over?”

“Uh - yeah.” He frowns, rubbing at his eyes. “Why?”

“Just checking.”

“No, why as in, why are you calling and not texting?”

“I did text you, but I didn’t hear back.”

“Yeah, because it’s -“ Chanyeol moves the phone away from his ear to squint at the screen “- eight in the morning on a Saturday. Dude, what are you even doing up?”

“Dance practice,” supplies Hoseok. “Anyway, I wanted to check with you…” There’s a pause while his voice trails away, sounding uncertain.

Chanyeol frowns, brain still fuzzy. “I know your address. You texted it to me.”

“No, I know…” Hoseok clears his throat. “I was wondering if I should invite your sister.”

No part of that sentence makes sense to Chanyeol in this context. “My sister?”

“Yeah… wait, you know she’s in Seoul, right?”

He scoffs, sitting up slightly now and wincing as he straightens his back. “She let me in on it, yeah. I was going to have lunch with her today. How do you know she’s in Seoul?” Something occurs to him then. “Wait, did she call you or something?”

“No, I ran into her a couple months ago.”

“Where?”

“The - the grocery store. Anyway, my point is,” he continues quickly, “now that I know she’s here - and you’re here - should I invite her?”

“Um, I dunno. It’s your house, man.”

“Right.”

When Hoseok says nothing else, Chanyeol frowns. “Since when do you hang out with my sister, anyway?”

“Since never. It’s just, you know, polite. Since I ran into her and everything,” he explains. “And because you’re her brother. I mean, you have lunch with her and then leave to come over to my place when she knows I’m here - and she knows that I know she’s here -“ Hoseok exhales, and Chanyeol can practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“You know, she’s not going to care,” says Chanyeol slowly. “She probably has plans already.”

“Oh. How - how do you know?”

“Because she’s had plans every single weekend since she turned sixteen.” He has no idea where this conversation is going. “But like I said: it’s your house. You do whatever you want.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment, and Chanyeol can tell he hasn’t heard a single word. “Alright, cool,” he says after a few seconds. “I’ll see you later today. Bring beer. And about Chaeyoung - you’re probably right.”

“Sure I am,” yawns Chanyeol, already sinking back into bed.

“Yeah, like, it would be polite to call her but if she’s got plans - I mean, I wouldn’t want to put her out -“

“Exactly,” he mumbles against his pillow.

“Maybe if you were moving to Seoul or something - but let’s not overthink this too much…”

The next thing Chanyeol knows, he wakes up to the sun streaming brightly into his room and his phone still in his hand. He vaguely remembers speaking to Hoseok; just to check that he hasn’t missed something important, he brings the phone up and checks his notifications to see one message from his best friend.

You know what? Just text me her number.

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Hoseok ends up giving Chanyeol a lift to his house, when it turns out that the latter’s hotel is less than ten minutes away from the studio.

“- heard that I couldn’t sleep so they gave me - and get this - specialty foam pillows, because apparently that’s a thing now -“

Hoseok guffaws as he pulls into his building. “Did they help? Like, should I get a bunch for my house?”

“I mean, they were soft,” allows Chanyeol.

“That’s what made them special?”

“No, they had some weird vibrator thing inside.” When Hoseok raises his eyebrows, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t like that, dumbass.”

“Hey, I believe you. No wonder you didn’t get my texts.”

“That and the jet lag,” allows Chanyeol, unstrapping himself as the car switches off. “But I’m all well-rested now.”

“Good. I invited a couple of my friends over, too. That’s cool, right?”

“Sure. Like I said: I got my sleep and I’m ready to, like -” He makes a vague gesture with his hands and moves his neck around “- party.” When Hoseok snorts, Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “Knock it off, not all of us are professional idols.”

“There’s an unprofessional kind?” Hoseok chortles at his own joke while his best friend clicks his tongue, punching his shoulder as they enter the apartment. “Beer’s in the fridge. I have soju and vodka, too, if you want it.”

“Vodka? It’s four pm.”

“Yeah, but you’re ready to party.”

“Not if it’s a party of one,” disagrees Chanyeol, making his way over to the fridge and emerging with a can of Budweiser. “I’ll wait for your friends before I start getting shitfaced. Or I’ll wait until it gets dark,” he adds, shrugging.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” says Hoseok slowly, leaning sideways against the TV cabinet as Chanyeol settles on the couch, “I invited your sister.”

To his surprise, Chanyeol chuckles. “Yeah, she told me. She was even more surprised than I was.”

“She - oh.” He frowns. “Okay. Why?” When his best friend simply raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, okay, I know why, but… do you think it’s that weird that I did? I mean, I ran into someone from my childhood and then her brother comes over to my house a couple months later - wouldn’t it be rude not to call her?”

Chanyeol seems to think it over before sighing. “You know, you’re right? And if it were anyone else, I’m sure none of us would give it a second thought.”

“But she was the annoying kid that lived next door,” finishes Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “That was, like, a hundred years ago. I’m over it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she is, too. I mean, she is coming, after all.”

“Huh.” It hadn’t occurred to Hoseok until this moment that he was worried at all that she wouldn’t. But there’s a strange sort of relief at the confirmation from Chanyeol himself, that somewhere out there, his best friend’s sister isn’t mad at him anymore.

Hoseok hadn’t given Chaeyoung much thought since he’d run into her at the liquor store; not because he didn’t care, but because the majority of his mind space in those few months had been at the studio, and the rest on rehearsals. Still, it had been nice to see her - a blast from his past that, he’d realised only later, was a pleasant reminder of the families he missed so much.

It hadn’t even occurred to him to mention the chance meeting to Chanyeol. An insane part of him felt like he was helping her hide something; the fact that she was in Seoul, and in a liquor store no less, was far too incongruous for him to wrap his mind around. Chanyeol, he felt, would probably burst a blood vessel if he knew.

Besides, Chanyeol had been in Tokyo for the last two years, working for an investment bank that sucked the very life and soul out of him; the last thing he needed was to worry about his sister. Hoseok hadn’t considered reaching out to her again, though, not until Chanyeol mentioned he was visiting Seoul and Hoseok had remembered with a jolt that he’d been a horrible friend for not looking out for little Chaeyoung while her brother was overseas.

So, it seemed only natural that he should invite Chaeyoung as well. Just the image of both siblings at lunch, the younger one mentioning how she’d run into Hoseok months ago, Chanyeol’s confusion at why they’d never spoken again, him coming over and demanding an explanation, Hoseok stuttering about his busy schedule, Chanyeol shouting tearfully that he’d betrayed him on every level, a vase smashing somewhere -

No, it was better that he invited her before things escalated. After all, she’d been perfectly pleasant at the liquor store and there was nothing to say that, given time, they might not become good acquaintances themselves. He’d called Jimin and Jungkook over for this exact reason; he figured Chaeyoung might be more comfortable with people closer to her own age. Taehyung had been invited as well but he’d declined, and given recent events, Hoseok hadn’t pushed.

Jimin and Jungkook arrive soon. There’s some initial whispering in the hall, where Jimin mutters with exasperation that he hadn’t quite tried to bring Taehyung along, and Jungkook anxiously asks Hoseok if Chanyeol is “nice”.

“Just - get in there,” instructs Hoseok, steering them into the living room where Chanyeol is sitting on the edge of the couch, talking into his phone. He raises a hand in greeting and apologetically mouths “sorry”, leaving Hoseok to watch as his band members dive for his alcohol stash.

Introductions take place after that; there’s a bit of small talk that follows it, about work, about Tokyo, about what Hoseok hyung was like before Bangtan. Hoseok doesn’t know if he’s imagining it, but there’s a definite awkwardness in the air that seems to be stemming from nothing in particular. He tries his best to intervene and bring the topic to something as neutral as possible, but eventually he’s forced to admit that idols and investment bankers may not have much in common at all.

Chanyeol, for all his talent, has always been a bit of an introvert, enough that he looks for others to usually lead a conversation - indeed, Hoseok had always been his consummate extroverted friend. Jimin he can tell is trying to be as normal and welcoming as possible, but something seems to be troubling him. Hoseok makes a mental note to ask him about it. On the other corner of the couch, Jungkook sits quietly, eyes wide and curious as he takes in the awkward conversation and chuckles appropriately.

This goes on for nearly twenty minutes. Now under pressure to turn this evening around, Hoseok is just about to propose selecting the movie when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” he says, standing up with a flourish and striding halfway across the living room while the others are still turning their heads. Hurrying into the hall, he turns automatically to glance into the ornate mirror by the door and runs a hand through his hair to flatten it, when he stops. It occurs to him all of a sudden who might be on the other side of that door and before he can think about it, he ruffles his hair and turns to open the lock.

“Hey,” says Kang Chaeyoung, a handbag hanging from one forearm and a wine bottle in the other hand. On her head is a beret, a navy blue one that matches perfectly with the blouse under her white jacket. She frowns and cocks her head to the side, apparently at the low voices from inside. “Sorry… am I late?”

“No, not at all,” he replies, stepping aside to let her in. A faint scent of perfume wafts up as she enters, unzipping her boots in the corner.

“Oh, uh - this is for you.” She hands him the bottle. “It’s a Chardonnay,” she explains, “but a nice, fruity one.”

Hoseok waits for her to continue but when she doesn’t, he nods once. “Wow. Um, you - you didn’t have to bring this,” he says, recalling how Jimin and Jungkook had strolled in, comfortably empty-handed, and Chanyeol had been punching him in the shoulder when he’d arrived.

Chaeyoung frowns. “Isn’t that what people do? Bring wine when they go to someone else’s house?”

Yeah, adults do. But he doesn’t say it, still reeling from the fact that every interaction he’s now had with her in Seoul has been in the midst of alcohol. He can’t help but wonder if she’s too young to be frequenting this much booze, but Chaeyoung snaps him out of that train of thought.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Hoseok looks up at her, now with her hands folded across her chest. He shakes his head immediately. “No, of course you didn’t. This was very nice of you,” he says sincerely, holding up the bottle. “Thanks.”

She returns his smile tentatively and follows him as they head inside. In the living room, the scene seems to be just as bleak as it had been two minutes ago, until Chanyeol and Jungkook spot the new guest.

“Everyone, this is -”

“Hi, I’m Chaeyoung,” she says brightly, making Hoseok’s attempt at an introduction moot. Jungkook, who’s already stood up, bows and stutters his name as well. Behind him, Jimin stands up and flashes her a sparkling smile.

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Hyung, you didn’t say someone else would be joining us as well,” he says, turning to Hoseok.

He narrows his eyes. “Didn’t I? My mistake,” he says, shrugging, for the truth is that he had no way of knowing if Chaeyoung would actually turn up. “Chae - I mean, Chaeyoung is Chan’s sister.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s head whips between both siblings as Chaeyoung takes a seat on the armchair next to him. “How much - I mean, what’s your age gap?”

“Four years,” supplies Chanyeol. “It’s started to seem like less, though, lately. No?”

She chuckles, taking off her jacket. “Only to you, oppa.”

“You two actually look quite similar,” remarks Jimin. “Except you’re…” He trails off as he looks at Chaeyoung and scrunches his face, clearly embarrassed. “You have longer hair,” he finishes.

“I’m going to keep this inside,” pipes up Hoseok then, holding up the wine. “Anyone want anything? Chae?”

Chaeyoung considers this, therefore missing the interested looks that Jimin and Jungkook give Hoseok. “I’ll have wine,” she decides. Jungkook asks if he can have another beer, and Hoseok silently nods and heads into the kitchen.

As he begins gathering the drinks, uncorking the wine and bustling around with the cans of beer in the fridge, he hears a burst of laughter from the living room that makes him freeze. He frowns, terribly confused, for until five minutes ago it looked like it would take something groundbreaking to liven the evening.

Hoseok tiptoes across the kitchen and slowly peers into the living room, afraid to breathe lest he ruin the mood. It occurs to him that he might be being rather dramatic, but it’s only because out of all the things that could have livened up the evening, Chaeyoung hadn’t been his bet.

“Here’s your drink.” He hands it to her a minute later, feeling his face flush unexpectedly when she smiles and takes the glass from him.

“So all three of you were friends when you were younger?” Jimin asks, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

“These two were,” answers Chaeyoung, pointing at Chanyeol and Hoseok.

“So were you,” says her brother, being, in Hoseok’s opinion, quite generous.

She gives him a look. “Was I? Really think about it, oppa.”

Chanyeol simply smiles bashfully while Jungkook nods beside her. “My brother never used to let me hang out with his friends either,” he says knowingly.

“We let you hang out with us,” disagrees Hoseok, somewhat uncertain. “I mean, not all the time,” he allows, “but once in a while. Right?”

Chaeyoung shrugs easily. “Eh, it’s not important,” she says dismissively, waving a hand. “We got a life eventually,” she chuckles, glancing at Jungkook who grins.

“Should we pick the movie?” Hoseok asks abruptly, clapping his hands and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. He opens Netflix and hands the remote to Chanyeol, who begins flipping through the menu.

“We’re watching horror, yes?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Ah, I love horror,” agrees Jungkook, snorting at Jimin’s doubtful expression.

“I don’t mind horror,” says Chaeyoung, positioning herself comfortably and facing the television. She leans over to pick up a handful of chips from the bowl on the coffee table as she looks at the screen. “Oh, not Train To Busan, though. Seen it too many times.”

“Yeah, no, we’ll look for something else…”

“We can watch Godzilla,” suggests Jimin hopefully.

“It’s supposed to be scary, hyung…”

“It is scary! Jin hyung got scared watching it, too.”

“Everything scares Jin hyung,” says Jungkook dismissively. “Oh, we can watch Get Out! I haven’t seen it since it came out.”

“Me neither,” says Chaeyoung, nodding. “A classic. Has everyone here seen it, though?”

“Yup,” says Chanyeol.

“I haven’t,” mutters Jimin. He turns to Hoseok beside him on the couch. “You haven’t seen it either, have you?”

“Er… no.” Hoseok frowns, scrolling through his phone. Nothing about a horror movie sounds like fun to him, but he’s ready to give it a shot if everyone else wants to. “It’s just… are we sure we want to watch it? I mean, Chaeyoung,” he says, watching her as she turns to look at him curiously. “Don’t you… not like horror movies? I was just reading about it and -”

“You what?” Her jaws drops open and she huffs. “You read about it? Oppa, you just ruined it for yourself!”

“No! I didn’t - I didn’t read the movie. I just read, like, the synopsis,” he explains hurriedly, ignoring how she rolls her eyes. “And it seems really scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry, hyung,” chimes Jungkook, shaking his head reassuringly. “It’s not any blood and gore or anything. It’s just… you know. Slow and…” He frowns deeply, trying to think of the right words to express the exact type of horror in this film.

“Slow, unsettling and debilitating fear throughout,” supplies Chaeyoung, her amusement clear.

Hoseok nods, not trusting himself to speak. “Oh. That’s - that’s… just fantastic. But, um… I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

She frowns. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the last time we all watched a scary movie together, you ran out of the theater crying and locked yourself in the women’s bathroom,” he points out. “You didn’t come out until your dad threatened to take away your toy jewellery box.”

Chaeyoung gasps, her eyes unfocused as she apparently tries to remember. “Wait, you mean when we watched The Host? Oppa, I was nine.”

“Yes, and that kind of experience can traumatise a child,” he says wisely.

“Maybe, but I’m not one of them.” She gives him a look. “Are you sure you want to watch this movie?”

The answer is a resounding no, and it’s a testament to how much he hates horror movies that even a girl who’s only ever been in the peripheries of his life, knows this.

Still, his response is to give her a look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because even though I cried and ran away and what have you,” she begins, resting her elbow on the arm of her chair to lean towards him, “I also remember you jumping so hard you spilled your popcorn all over the ground.”

Hoseok feels himself flush again as Jimin lets out a tinkling laugh. “That’s pretty on-brand for Hoseok hyung.”

“Really?”

“I just meant -”

“Dude, we watched that Japanese horror movie and made it,” points out Chanyeol. “Get Out really isn’t that bad.”

“Exactly; even Jimin hyung won’t get that scared in this one -”

“I’m not the one who -”

“Okay, fine,” interrupts Hoseok loudly. “I wasn’t actually complaining about the movie. I was just… being mindful pf my guests.” He gives Chaeyoung a sideways glance.

She raises her eyebrows. “Who, me? I’m good.”

“Fine.”

“Yep.”

There’s a pause before Chanyeol speaks. “So are we watching the movie or what?”

“I’m good with whatever the host wants.”

“And I’m good with whatever my guests want.”

“How does that answer my question?”

“Just press play,” Hoseok sits back on the sofa and hopes he isn’t coming off as too disgruntled. Next to him, Chanyeol chuckles and obliges, looking terribly amused. “Shut up,” he mutters, leading his friend to let out a laugh that he immediately disguises as a cough.

The movie begins and the group descends into a state of cautious concentration. Despite the lights not being dimmed out, Hoseok can start to feel the stress of having to make it through a scary movie. He really doesn’t like them; he hoped his point of contention had been hint enough to Chaeyoung, but apparently he wasn’t clear enough - or, true to form, she did what she wanted to get what she wanted, and everyone else followed suit.

When the first jump scare occurs, he squeezes his eyes shut, wishing more than anything that Seokjin were here…

Think about something else, anything else. He tries to recall dance practice this morning. Everyone had picked up the steps by now and their choreography was finally coming together. Namjoon still needed to work on the counts in the first chorus, though, and Taehyung was missing the same beat in the bridge every time. Jungkook was excellent as usual, but even he needed to regulate his energy to save it for the dance break…

A sound pulls him out of this focused train of thought. It’s persistent, and sounds a lot like whispering. Turning slightly, he glances past Jimin to see Jungkook on the other corner of the sofa, his head tilted towards Chaeyoung’s as they point at the screen and murmur. Hoseok can’t make out what they’re saying, but spots Jungkook smiling slightly and nodding.

It gives Hoseok a bad feeling. The two of them whispering to each other about the movie only reminds him that he hasn’t seen it, meaning he has no idea how much more terrifying it’s going to get. Besides, now that he’s noticed the whispering, all he can hear is the whispering. It’s vaguely distracting, and he wonders why Chanyeol isn’t telling her to cut it out.

It doesn’t seem as though he’s noticed, though. Neither, for that matter, has Jimin.

“Hyung?”

Hoseok jumps a little. “What?” he mutters, turning to Jimin and trying to ignore how his heart feels like it’s about to detach from his chest.

“Can I get another drink?”

“You know where the beer is,” whispers Hoseok. “Help yourself.”

“Okay. You want anything?”

“Get me a seltzer.”

Jimin nods, then turns to Jungkook on his other side. “Oi. Do you want another drink?”

Jungkook seems to consider it, then nods. “Another beer? Thanks, hyung. Oh, wait!” He leans over conspiratorially to Chaeyoung. “Do you want another drink?”

From her spot on the armchair, she nods immediately. “I can have another glass.” She picks up a piece of popcorn and throws it at her brother, seated across the room in the other armchair. “Oppa,” she whispers loudly, “you want a drink?”

“Beer,” he answers instantly, before tapping Hoseok’s shoulder. “Oi, Hoseok. Do you want -”

“Good Lord,” groans Hoseok, rolling his eyes. “You know what? Why don’t we have an intermission? We can all refresh our drinks, too.”

“Good idea,” says Chanyeol to his immense relief, pausing the movie. “Washroom is…”

“Inside, to the left.”

As his friend disappears inside, the whispering transforms into full blown chatter, this time about the movie.

“I don’t trust the dad,” says Jimin instantly, looking rather troubled.

“Just the dad?” Chaeyoung asks, tilting her head.

Jimin gives her mock-annoyed look, making her laugh, while Jungkook shrugs. “I love movies where you can’t trust anyone.” He turns to Hoseok. “Hyung, are you liking the movie?”

“Oh, yeah, you haven’t seen it before,” remembers Chaeyoung. “So who’s creeping you out more? The dad or the mom? Or the gardener?”

Hoseok resists the urge to say everyone when it occurs to him that he has no idea what’s transpired in the last twenty minutes of the movie entirely. But before three expectant faces, he bites his lip. “The, uh… the maid. Definitely.”

“Oh, good one. Yeah, she’s suspicious as hell…”

“Who, the mom?” Chanyeol asks as he returns and takes his original seat, a brand new beer can in his hands already. “She’s the best.”

“The best?” Jimin asks, a little incredulous.

“You know what I mean. She’s the most exciting one.”

“But, hyung, she’s also the most dangerous…”

Chaeyoung stands up and goes to the kitchen with her empty glass as the conversation continues. Hoseok listens quietly, feeling lighter than before at the sight of his friends conversing more freely with each other. Even Jungkook seems to be coming out of his shell, a reasonably unusual occurrence when he meets new people.

Which reminds him.

Hoseok excuses himself and heads to the kitchen as well, where he sees Chaeyoung peering at his bottles of soju, her refilled wine glass balancing between her fingers. She turns when he enters, giving him a brief smile before going back to examining the label she was reading.

“Hey - so, I just wanted to check in,” he says after a moment, leaning awkwardly against the doorframe. For some reason, he’s suddenly very aware of how lanky he is, feeling as though he’s all joints and bones. “Hope, uh, hope my friends are being nice to you?”

“Oh, yeah, they’re great,” she replies easily, turning momentarily again and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Right, right. And… you’re not uncomfortable or anything?”

“Um, no. Not at all.” She frowns. “Why?”

“No, just -” He shakes his head and winces. “You’re the only girl here and… I dunno. You sure they aren’t being, like… fresh with you?”

Chaeyoung turns and stares. “Not really, dad.”

Hoseok ignores this. “Okay. I only ask because I saw you and Jungkook talking through most of the movie. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being weird.”

Her forehead clears somewhat. “Oh, no. He was just being nice. He’s quite sweet, really.”

“He’s - okay. Thought I sensed, like. A vibe.”

“Don’t worry about it. Jimin’s more my type, anyway,” she adds casually after a moment, her gaze still on the soju.

“Huh. What?”

Chaeyoung turns around and blinks. “What?”

“He’s your type?” The words are out of Hoseok’s mouth before he can stop them. “What, uh, what do you mean by that?”

She frowns. “Um… nothing, really. He just seems more outgoing, that’s all.”

“Okay. Because when people say someone’s their type, they usually mean it in the context of…” But the word doesn’t come to him. “Well, in a different context.”

“Well, I meant it in the context that in terms of personality, I tend to get along with Jimins more than Jungkooks.” She looks confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” A moment passes. “It just looked like you were getting along well with Jungkook, too.”

“I was…” If it’s possible, Chaeyoung looks even more confused than Hoseok feels. “Seriously, what - what did I do?” She asks this, not defensively, but with a bit of a sigh, as though this was to be expected.

“Nothing. Really.” He shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m just… I don’t host very often,” he explains lamely. “But I’m glad you’re getting along with them, I guess.”

She watches him for a moment before replying, as though waiting to see if he’ll say anything else. “Okay, then. They’re being very nice. So… you can chill.”

“I - hey. I’m chill. Alright?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m chill. Cool. Whatever. I’m totally - I’m frigid.”

Chaeyoung stares at him, lips pursed, while Hoseok finds himself wishing he was still watching that terrifying horror movie over having this conversation. Before either of them can say anything, though, Chanyeol enters the kitchen.

“Hey, I was looking for a bottle opener…?” He looks up to see both occupants of the kitchen, as though just realising who they are. “What’s up?”

Hoseok takes a beat as Chaeyoung simply shakes her head and turns back to the soju. He shrugs. “Nothing. Just catching up.”

Chanyeol raises his eyebrows. “You two?” he asks incredulously, being far too obvious in Hoseok’s opinion.

He deliberately doesn’t look in his sister’s direction as he responds. “Yeah. I was making sure she found a drink and… and she was telling me how she’d like to date Jimin.”

Chaeyoung’s head whips around. “What?” Her eyes dart to Chanyeol. “I wasn’t -” She breaks off and exhales through her nose, glaring at Hoseok. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Me? You’re the one who said he was your type,” he counters. “I didn’t even ask; you volunteered that information all by yourself.”

“Yes, and by saying he’s my type, I’m virtually humping him,” she snaps, making both men groan instantly.

“Don’t say hump!”

“Jeez, Chae, what is the matter with you?”

She glares at them, jaw dropping. “Okay, you’re both really weird right now. And you -” She rounds on Hoseok. “You are raining on my parade.”

“What parade is that exactly?”

“My - like, my social life. I was just being nice to your friends -”

“Okay, you know what? As your - your older brother’s friend, I’m going to give you some advice about -”

“I don’t need your advice! And - don’t you point your beer at me!”

“I’ll point -”

“Okay, whoa! Time out!” Chanyeol exclaims, taking a step forward and holding up his hands. “Come on, guys.”

Both Hoseok and Chaeyoung fall silent. While she simply folds her arms across her chest and conspicuously shifts her gaze to Chanyeol, Hoseok glares at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and glancing at his best friend.

Chanyeol waits for a moment. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Now which one’s Jimin again?”

Chaeyoung huffs. “Alright, I’m going to go back to the living room before I scream,” she says in a low voice, manoeuvring around both men and stalking out of the kitchen.

Hoseok sighs and shakes his head. “God, I forgot how much of a nightmare this can be,” he mutters, as they follow her at a slower pace.

“Yeah, don’t you just love it when ten years pass and nothing changes?” Chanyeol responds sarcastically, falling into his arm chair as the movie resumes. For the rest of the movie, no one says a word. Hoseok can’t be sure, but he thinks Jimin and Jungkook may have caught on to at least something, but he can’t worry about that now.

Part of him knows he needs to clear the air with Chaeyoung, if for no other reason than the fact that he doesn’t want to continue behaving like a sniping teenager. It’s not her fault that she finds a way each time to wheedle her way into his life, be it on the school bus with his classmates or in his apartment with his group members. He, Hoseok, had invited her here and if Chaeyoung can’t help but be so… so Chaeyoung, he at least can rise to the occasion and be a little more patient.

“Whoa,” says Jimin in wonder as the credits begin rolling. “I did not see that coming. What a movie.”

“You didn’t get as scared as I expected you to,” remarks Jungkook thoughtfully. “Neither did Hoseok hyung, actually,” he adds, sounding almost disappointed.

Hoseok hyung didn’t, it’s true, but it’s only because he spent the last hour of the movie thinking of the various ways in which he can clear the air with a certain acquaintance from his past. “Show me something scarier next time, kid,” he suggests instead.

To his horror, Jungkook grins, while Chanyeol chuckles. “That is not a challenge he needed, mate. Anyway, I think I should head.”

“Already?” Jungkook checks his phone for the time. “It’s barely nine.”

“I have an early flight tomorrow,” he replies apologetically, standing up and stretching. “But text me the link to that YouTube video when you find it.”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Cool. Chae, come on, I’ll drop you on the way.”

As Jimin and Jungkook begin debating whether they should head back, Hoseok notices Chaeyoung nodding and putting on her jacket, eyes on the floor. There’s a bit of bustling as everyone gets ready to leave and moves collectively towards the hall to put on their shoes. Chanyeol gets a call and steps into the corridor to take it, and Hoseok takes the opportunity to get his sister alone for a moment.

“Hey.”

Startled, Chaeyoung gasps a little when she hears his voice. “Uh - hey.”

“Listen, I…” This is harder than he anticipated. “Sorry about… before.”

She nods slowly, pausing before speaking. “Did I do something wrong, though?”

“No,” he says immediately. “I just got a little…” Again, he can’t think of the word. He tries it differently. “You’re the kid I grew up with. I didn’t realise it, but I guess I still see you as the eleven year old who insisted she was old enough to go-kart with us. I mean,” he adds with a little chuckle, “don’t you kind of still see me as the fifteen year old kid who used to hang out with your brother?”

She seems to consider it before shaking her head. “Not really.”

It’s not the answer he was expecting, but he nods. “Fair enough. That’s on me, I guess.”

“You know,” she says after a moment, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, “I hope you don’t feel an obligation to keep in touch just because we ran into each other accidentally. I mean, Seoul is a big city. I can understand if you don’t want…” She trails off, and he senses the air shift slightly.

He frowns, not understanding it. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to come.”

She narrows her eyes at him, but more knowingly than snidely. “You invited me because I’m Chan’s sister.”

A part of Hoseok, an old, fading part fueled by only memories and habit and nothing else, is glad she knows this. It feels shameful to admit it, though, and he wonders for a moment if she’s waiting for him to confirm it. Before he can respond, however, Jimin and Jungkook arrive behind him and step in between them to head out.

“We have to go, hyung,” says Jimin while Jungkook waves to Chaeyoung. “Yoongi hyung asked us to pick up coffee on the way and the place will close soon.”

“Yeah, and there’s some international package with the guards at the dorm,” adds Jungkook, shrugging. “There’s no one at home so we need to sign for it.”

“We’ll be on time for practice tomorrow, though!”

Hoseok waves them away as they hop into the elevator. At the other end of the corridor, Chanyeol looks like he’s wrapping up his call. Chaeyoung seems to notice this, too, and turns to leave when Hoseok stops her.

“Chae, look,” he begins nervously. “Whatever may have been my reason to invite you… I’m glad you came,” he says honestly. “It was good to see you again.”

She looks for a moment as though she doesn’t believe him. But then her mouth curves into a small, playful smile. “Even though I still think Jimin is my type?”

Hoseok nods, the smile frozen on his face. “Yeah, this was a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it.”

Chaeyoung’s shoulders deflate slightly but she still looks more upbeat than before. “Alright,” she says, taking a step backwards. “Goodnight, oppa.”

“Goodnight, Chaeyoung.”

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gaytotaldrama · 1 year ago

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a fic for @tdlover1126 who asked for some team amazon femslash. hope you enjoy!!

(also on my ao3)

“Sierra, can I…can I talk to you?”

“Of course, Codykins! Any time!” Sierra angles her makeshift wheelchair to face him. “We are best friends now, duh.”

“Right.” It’s a bajillion degrees up here at the top of the volcano, waiting for Heather or Alejandro to come in first place. Sierra is actually feeling pretty lucky to be bald right now, judging by the way Lindsay keeps brushing stray strands of sweaty hair out of her face and - is Trent actually dripping? So gross! She should remember to snap a picture of that.

“So, um.” Cody looks super awkward, unsure and nervous. “I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Do you need to hide a body?” Sierra asks him expectantly. “Because I know of a couple veeeery discreet spots.”

“I didn’t kill anyone, Sierra.”

“Just checking!”

“No, it’s…” He fidgets. “Well…you know how we were on Team Amazon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And how Chris and all the guys kept making fun of me because I was the only dude on the team…”

“Oh, but that didn’t matter!” Sierra squeals. “You were like our honorary little boy-toy!”

“Right.” Cody sighs. “But that’s just the thing. I…I’m not, like…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s…I can’t…”

“Cody,” she says sincerely, laying a hand overtop of his. “I promise that I will not judge you. No matter what. You can trust me.”

“Sierra,” he says, and looks up at her with an expression like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m a girl.”

She blinks. Blinks again. “You mean, like, you’re trans?”

“Well, uh…” Cody shrugs half-heartedly, nods. “Yeah, I guess. Yeah.”

“How long have you known?” Sierra can’t help but question.

Another shrug. “Dunno. My whole life? Since a week ago? It’s hard to pinpoint an exact…moment. You know?”

She nods. “Sure. So…do you want to use she/her pronouns from now on?”

Cody’s face muscles stop twitching, relaxing with relief. “Yes! I - Thank you, Sierra. I had a feeling you’d understand.”

“Well, I am your biggest fan,” she reminds her. “If I didn’t keep tabs on every little thing about you, then who would?”

Cody laughs, glancing downward. The gap between her teeth seems extra cute today. A bead of sweat drips its way down her nose. “I was thinking…Could you call me Jody from now on? I know it’s not that different from Cody, but…” She flushes - it might be due to the heat, but Sierra chooses to ignore that particular notion. “...I think it suits me.”

Sierra reaches out, and pinches her cheek. “Of course, Jodykins! You know, I’ve always been way more into girls than guys…”

Jody grins, Gosh that tooth gap!!! “You’re the first person I’ve ever told.”

Sierra smiles at her. “Thank you for trusting me, Jody. I’m super excited for you!!”

“Yeah. Me too.” A beat. “Hey, Sierra?”

“Yeah?”

“I was kinda thinking…you know, now that the game’s over and we can go back to normal life…Would you maybe wanna - “

“Look!” shouts Owen suddenly, pointing up ahead. “It’s them!”

Sure enough, Alejandro has crested the hill, Heather trudging slowly behind him. Sierra starts to feel that familiar rush of adrenaline she gets whenever a full-stakes no-holds-barred totally dramatic finale is on.

“Honey-baby-bear, I totally wanna hear what you have to say,” she starts. “But I really have to be invested in this endgame right now.”

Next to her, Jody giggles. “Sure. I totally understand.” They both turn their attention forward to the game at play.

And atop the chair’s armrest, a hand reaches out to grasp Sierra’s own.

#td fanfiction #my writing #coderra #transfem cody anderson #cody anderson #td sierra

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wytfut · 9 months ago

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One colorful dude... at minimum

Couple of weeks ago, I got hit from all sides with all sorts of Matt Martinoskyisms.....

I'm guessing Matt maybe thinking I'm some sort of groupie, and that's actually quite funny. No... I'm just overly impressed with this guy. Sometimes I get a bit giddy about all of Matt's world.

The seed was planted in my itty bitty head. I thought itd work itself over to an earworm,... It didn't, something malleable, to work with. Matts image was just sitting there glaring at me. Forced me to write with no plan today, right now....

Here's how it went:

Watching tv, and they had a blip about Matt being interviewed (again) for his job/services to the homeless of Lincoln. Its not common, but I'm not overly surprised anymore when it happens. Has happened more than a couple of times.

And dammit,.... its all deserving. He's good at it. The city of Lincoln and some organizations have awarded him with some remarkable recognitions. He works hand in hand with several agencies including Lincoln Police Dept.

If you know Matt, you'll know that he has an advantage, that is not exactly the common man. Flowing red hill billy beard, tattoo'd sleeves, and who knows what else. Matt is a free flowing spirited person... and it works for him very well.

This gets him on the insiders scoop with the "shelterless" (as the new term is used). He's not just some suit fresh out of the office trying to push his way into someones life. He's recognized as the real deal, and means what he says.

I looked hard, for the tv interview, texted his dad.... couldn't find it, until about 30 minutes later. Got my Matt fix, and life was good.

With in the next 24 hours fate pounded me with Matt.

I keep checking his youtube site, but nothing new on there, its great and entertaining but older. All from his artistic point of view. (I love sending one of his videos to friends). https://youtu.be/lA9CTpYSBkk?si=lSoFYaAwLzhNsFXo

This brought up thru a search by accident, he just released some music on "bandcamp.com". Several originals, and several covers. As he ages, his voice is fitting him perfect. Incredible voice. This was all done in december/november?? No idea, I just tripped across it. https://mattmartinosky.bandcamp.com/album/red-headed-stranger

And with Matts touch.... all proceeds go to someone else than himself.

He's got some music on his youtube channel.... earlier stuff, but this new stuff is a treat. www.youtube.com/@mmartinosky

Then there he was on a podcast. Its a couple local of guys. Very good with what they do here. Matt told of his history. Its not pretty or glorified. Makes me wonder how a person goes thru all that and becomes what he is today. https://youtu.be/FwIPM52ZD3s?si=VgQeD_zojfScDtWS

Alright.... everyone caught up to here? Got an idea what this guy is all about? I doubt it, he's all over the place.

There's other things he's into..... Motorcycling (did a tour on some vintage bikes a few years ago with his wife [she on her own]), old mechanical things, etc.

Now put all that in a bag, and hold on to it....

Matt has been battling cancer for a couple of years now. All the big scary words of treatment. Good times, bad times..... it just continues, and so does Matt. HOW?

He makes all of it look natural, as everything is just a common everyday movement of life. Small hic ups. No problem.

Does this guy ever sit still???

..............

I've known Matt most of his life. His Pop and I are best of friends (LTT employees). This doesn't give me insiders info on Matt, it just means I do know him. That we can have a fair conversation between us without being too uncomfortable. Surprises me that he'd take the time to have a conversation with a geezer like me anyway.

BUT......

He inspires me to be a better person. To quit whining about trivial stuff. To celebrate life and its randomness. To take on with no regrets formidable foes.

Sorry Matt... had to do it. Please don't stop what you are doing, not sure there is anyone out there that can do all of that, and well.

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lover-of-mine · 7 months ago

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this is like the start to some very good mutual pining fics. why cant you date him???

ASKAOSKOAKS yk, I was thinking that if my life was a tv show the team slowburn angsty friends to lovers is having a great week because of recent developments. But basically, we met almost exactly 12 years ago, we bonded because I had a crush on his best friend at the time, he had a crush on my best friend at the time and they didn't want to date us lol and then we just stuck around. But we kinda cursed ourselves by bonding over wanting other people because there are always other people involved, he's currently in a very messy on/off relationship and they are taking some space to figure shit out, and he lives in a different city, but I live in the same city as his mom, he came to see her, we ended up spending about 10 hours together, things were said, questions were asked, feelings might've been uncovered, because I never truly thought about the possibility of me having feelings for him before Saturday, like I think he's hot, but I never thought beyond the vague awareness that I think he is attractive lol, like seriously, if you asked me last week I would've confidently said it's not like that between us, someone literally asked me on Saturday if I was his gf and I just laughed, but he went back to his city, we see each other once every 2 years at this point, I don't know how he's feeling, so like, I'm not sabotaging our friendship because I'm confused because we kissed at 5 am after a night out lol but realistically, we both had issues with long-distance relationships in the past and that's not something either one of us would be willing to get into even if without the other complications, so I can't date him logistically even if this was a thing that we multually want, which I'm honestly not sure, because I'm pretty sure he's gonna get back together with his ex, so I'm in pretend it never happened mode, repression at it's finest. But things to add to the fanfic plots: all of his exes are me in different fonts, even he can admit that, every time I break up with someone he says and I quote "you need to find someone who sees you like I do", we can't go anywhere together without someone assuming we are a couple and this has been happening the whole time we've known each other, I'm pretty sure his mom and sisters have a bet going on whether we end up together or not because of the way they react to us hanging out, we will constantly spend so long talking about absolutely nothing it was a real problem when we were teenagers because we lived like, 2 blocks away from each other, so we would walk back towards home, sit in this bench that's in the midway from my house and his and then suddenly both our parents were calling because we missed curfew by an hour but we've been sitting somewhere we can see both our houses for like, 3, like that guy cannot get me to shut up lol, we have a pact to get married in 2029 if we fail to find love until then, but we also promised to be each other best woman/man of honor, he's not big on physical touch, he doesn't like people in his space, but I'm a physical touch person, and he always lets me play with his fingers when I'm stressed and that's legit the nicest thing someone constantly does for me because sometimes I don't even notice and the dude is giving me his hand, I have a tendency to surround myself with things his favorite color when I miss him, if I'm around he constantly just looks at me to fact check whatever story he's telling because he thinks I remember more stuff about his life than he does, and I'm typing this out and thinking about the past 12 years for the past week and I'm sitting here like "for the love of god am I in a fucking 500k words slowburn friends to lover fic" I don't know, it's very complicated but here I am. I don't know if you ever watched Love, Rosie, but I feel like what I imagine Rosie felt finding the letter and calling Alex just to find out he's engaged aoskaokaoskaksasss

#i love that movie so much the universe said say less i guess aoskaoskasaoksasoaksa #god help me #i will continue to ignore it #imma be honest i cant afford to be in love with him right now #so repression #ignoring the problem #maybe it will go away #maybe it will come back to bite me in the ass #stay tuned #we might find out in 2029 #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌#anna talks bff slowburn

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medandana · 2 months ago

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i want to dedicate this post to my best friend.

i meant to pen this a week ago when i had just come out of a breakup with my ex, but i got really tired and haven't really willed myself to start on it until now. on the night of the breakup, my best friend was the first person i reached for, as there was no one else who truly understood my situation. it took a couple of rings before he finally picked up. from his groggy voice, i could tell my call had been a rude awakening for him. i asked, “did you just wake up?” and he replied, “no shit, sherlock, but it’s alright, i’m all ears.” that’s what i always loved about him; he never made me feel like a burden. that unwavering support was one of the many reasons why i cherished him. he was always there during the worst times in my life. i told him what happened, and his voice still laced with sleep, he said, “i’m so proud of you, dude. i’ll be honest, breaking up with him was the easiest part. now you have to stick to your decision and not look back.” he was right, of course. asserting my choice was a different battle altogether. my best friend knows my personality well; he always says i change my mind like flipping a coin. that’s why he tells me after every decision, “sleep on it first, and let me know tomorrow morning.��

our dynamic has always been comical. there was never a dull moment. during our first year of medical school, we both confessed we liked each other romantically, but we decided right from the start that it wouldn’t work out due to the “religion factor.” i think i didn’t want to admit it to myself, but it was hard interacting with him for a full year after that. just the thought of having access to someone every day but not being able to have him in the way i wanted was somewhat painful. what helped was that we ripped the bandaid off from the very beginning, making it easier to maintain our friendship over the years. if i’m honest, i still secretly hoped during that year that we would eventually end up together someday. he was everything i was looking for in a partner.

i loved him. truly. i’ve never met someone with such a pure heart and a steadfast moral compass who wouldn’t take any bullshit from anyone. i needed him in my life, especially for someone as ethically and morally bankrupt as i am. if there’s one thing that has remained constant for the past two years, it’s him. his presence has been my anchor. i’ve learned a lot from our friendship over the years. from him, i learned the value of grace, the importance of holding my head high during shameful moments, and the necessity of self-control when life just spirals.

just like me, he’s a notorious sleepyhead. whenever we had a quiz or exam, he would always call me 30 minutes to an hour beforehand to check if i was awake. there were times i didn’t even have to ask him to do this for me. it was honestly these types of gestures that reveal the depth of his kindness. even when he’s clearly done with my antics, he still manages to have my back every single time without fail. i’m so lucky to have a friend like him. when i first dropped the bomb on my ex and came running to my best friend in the rain, i told him to go home since i knew he had responsibilities with his family. i said i’d call another friend to be with me that night. he replied, “you sure? wait for me to be back in 30 minutes. i don’t think you have anyone else tonight, dude. plus, i’m always here, okay?”

he was also aware of my financial situation last year. even before he met my dad, he already held a deep respect for him. i always spoke highly of my dad—how he had been more than just a parent, but a role model, mentor, and close friend, someone i could bicker with and rely on in equal measure. he constantly sought to ease my financial burden in whatever way he could. i believe, in his own way, it was also his way of helping my dad. he understood that my dad, well into his 70s and long overdue for retirement, carried more than his share of the weight. whenever we went out to study or eat, he’d always ask if i wanted anything. i would decline every single time, not wanting to exploit his generosity. but there was one occasion when we were both nearly penniless, but needed caffeine to keep going. without a word, he stood up, bought a can of mountain dew, and split it between us. that simple act moved me deeply, and it has since become a cherished inside joke whenever we need an extra boost of caffeine.

one thing i’ll never forget is how he stood by my side after my ex sexually assaulted me last november. in the aftermath, my ex flipped the story on its head and started spreading lies about me. he had many friends across the batches and convinced a considerable number of people that his version was the truth. i feared my best friend might start believing him, but it was the complete opposite. it’s extremely difficult to make my best friend angry, but i’ve never seen him so filled with rage when my ex visited his house trying to get him on his side. he almost beat him up. he didn’t have to go to such lengths for me. it even got to a point where i didn’t feel safe going to the bathroom alone, and he insisted that i let him know whenever i needed to go, and he’d wait outside. not once did i feel an ounce of annoyance from him. without his support during that time, i honestly wouldn’t be here today.

naturally, given the weight of the events, i found myself opening up to him about my history of r*pe. i could see the shock in his eyes, yet he remained composed, listening intently. it was a difficult revelation for him; knowing his conservative nature, i feared he might judge me or feel disgusted. when i finally finished, he said, “promise me you’ll never put yourself in that kind of situation again.” and that marked the end of our conversation. i imagine that a typical person might have been triggered by such words, especially in today’s culture that strives to avoid victim shaming. yet, strangely, his statement resonated deeply within me. my recklessness had indeed exposed me to danger. it’s not to say that the blame rested entirely on my shoulders, but perhaps i’m merely reflecting on statistics. what's frustrating is that i have let him down—not because the same thing happened again, but because i found myself in even more trouble this time. he once told me, “i don’t know if you’re looking for trouble or if trouble just finds you.” i don’t have an answer for that either.

anyway, going back to the night of the breakup, after we ended the call, which was pretty short, he sent me a song called “static” by steve lacy. during the first few seconds, i thought, “what the heck, isn’t this a meme song?” but i decided to keep listening anyway. i let the lyrics slowly sink in. it was his way of sending me a metaphorical hug when he couldn’t be there physically. my eyes started to well up, and i cried that night with that song on repeat until i fell asleep. the next morning, i wanted to message him an “i love you,” but i was worried it might scare him off. however, it wasn’t the romantic kind of love anymore; it had transcended beyond that a long time ago.

Static by Steve Lacy

Baby, you got somethin' in your nose Sniffin' that K, did you feel the hole? Hope you find peace for yourself New boyfriend ain't gon' fill the void Do you even really like this track? Take away the drugs, would you feel the noise? More and more you try to run away You fucking yourself, do you feel the toy? Uh, lookin' for a bitch 'cause I'm over boys Would you be my girlfriend, baby? Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Somethin' turned me off Smoking made me 'Cause I'm longing For somethin' secure If you had to (if you) stunt your shining (oh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah) For your lover, dump that fucker Shoo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Shoo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Shoo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Shoo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, no

i remember almost two weeks ago, we were studying at a convenience store for our exams, and during one of our breaks, i opened up to him about my strained relationship with my siblings. i mentioned how my brother used to physically hurt me and my sister growing up. he told me, “i’m so sorry this happened to you, dude. while i still value family, i hope i can be the brother you never got.” i was left momentarily speechless when he said that. i wanted to hug him, but we’re just not affectionate that way. in fact, our expressions of love are often encapsulated by saying “fuck you", giving each other occasional jabs, and the classic middle finger. so instead, i gave him a tight-lipped smile and told him i appreciated it. deep inside, though, i was a cauldron of emotions. i thought "wow, this guy is really one of a kind." he truly was like a big brother, always looking out for me—my guardian angel.

sometimes, i find myself pondering whether i hold him in higher regard than he truly deserves. it’s certainly a possibility. he obviously isn't perfect. i understand that goodness wears many faces and comes in various forms, yet he has repeatedly shown me that goodness still exists in this world—that there are souls like his. i simply need to learn where to seek such connections. he often remarks that i "wear my heart on my sleeve." while he admires my capacity to love freely, he always cautions me that not everyone is deserving of that love. therefore, from now on, i need to exercise better discernment in choosing who i let into my life.

he was one of the first friends i made in medical school, and we were classmates from first to second year. although that changed in third year, our bond has only strengthened. it feels unspoken, but it’s nearly a crime to study outside without telling each other. this is why i’m looking forward to our fourth year; we’ll be in the same section, and the whole batch will be rearranged alphabetically. i can’t get enough of our shenanigans together and look forward to many more years of them. he often jokes, “i wonder what shit is in store for you this semester?” it makes me laugh, but my insides also twinge with guilt for putting him through so much. there are times when i ask him why he remains by my side, and more often than not, i just get a simple shrug.

i recognize the beauty of his kind soul, yet i know better than to take it for granted. everyone eventually reaches their breaking point. this time, i’ll do my best not to get into any more trouble. i need to get my act together and tread more carefully. this is for his sake, too. i’m aware that this blog post doesn’t do our friendship justice over the years—it doesn’t even come close. but i just wanted to express my gratitude for him in some way. if i’m being honest, i don’t deserve a friend as selfless as him.

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chunghasgirlfriend · 10 months ago

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shit happens and i guess im bi now :D college update

well no one is really here but me, but i guess i wanted to at least update my blog. I'm bi now.

I want to be surprised but I'm really not. I first came out in the summer of 2016. I had just finished 6th grade and moved. I don't really remember how it came out, but I told my sister that I think I like girls. Not lesbian or bi, just that I like girls and that might make me a lesbian. I came out again in a few months on the bus saying I was bi.

And I wish that was the end, but this back and forth being a lesbian or bi would go on for years. until I guess now. 7 years later.

When I got to college, I expected my life to change, but not this much. I have always mostly had girl friends, even when I came out. I just didn't hang around many guys and the high school I went to didn't have much guys so I largely ignored them. But coming to college, I've met so many dudes and even got to be friends with a bunch of them. But there was one guy to change it all for me.

He's a really nice guy. And not nice guy as in I can't say anything about him other than that he's not a weirdo. I mean it when I say he's a nice guy. He has helped me a lot this semester. He looked out for me when I was super sick and kept checking up on me. When it was revealed that I got mono, he still comforted me even then that it wasn't even embarassing. He went to the library a lot by the end of the semester just to hang out with me and a couple friends. He lets me rant and vent about my problems and about our lives before we met. Just talking about who we are. He even made such an effort to get to know me and what I like. Like a few weeks ago when I went to his apartment, he just asked me about SEVENTEEN, and if you see this blog you know how much I love SEVENTEEN. I've also gotten to know him as well. Our fam, part of the big-little college club program, play this card game where we get asked super personal questions to get to know who we actually are. And his insistence on playing the game actually made all of us get closer and know each other better.

I think it's funny because he does make random friends, especially with women and he sounds like a lowkey fuck boy, but trust me, as a friend, he's super caring. even when he really doesn't have to be. he might be different as a lover, but he's an amazing friend and that above all matters to me.

And it was this slow accumulation that made me question my sexuality. because he's amazing and I'm so attracted to him. I've already suspected I was actually bi before I came here, but now I officially can say I am. and this is so self indulgent, but I want to list out EVERYTHING that made my heart flutter so hard.

He remembered my name. Even went up to me in GBMs to dap me up and talk to me when the semester started.

He kept checking up on me when I was sick. I was badly sick with undiagnosed mono at the time and I lost my voice on multiple occassions and got feverish. Throughout it all, he kept checking up on me and even kept encouraging me to hang out and to not be left behind. When I was diagnosed, he was the first person I told. He didn't judge me then. Even months later, he was joking about catching mono and all of our friends catching it so I wasn't alone.

He got to know me and insisted on doing so. He didn't have to. so far in the past, the fam program hasn't always been the best and usually fall through, but we did so good. We bonded well and I credit him trying to get to know me. He didn't even do it for the fam program, he just genuinely wanted to get to know me. He wasn't forced to do this.

He let me yap on and on about anything. I'm a huge yapper. I don't stop talking when I start. He has let me rant, vent, and just complain about everything. From my past, my classes, mono, genshin, anime, kpop, anything.

He helped me go to the gym. I was always planning on going but I was too scared because I've never been. I mentioned it off handedly one time and he decided to be my gym buddy. He's helped me alot with gaining confidence in the gym.

He compliments me a lot. From calling my hair cute, liking my outfits, and even noticing when I painted my nails, saying he loved the color. I went to the gym one day and he complimented all three, to the point even my other friend who we go to the gym with mentioned it. I haven't been called pretty for most of my life, so it feels good to see other people call me these things. Especially from a guy.

He matches my humor and vibe. There's nothing better than meeting someone equally as weird as you. Can take dark humor. And just comment weird shit together. Like oh yeah I just pooped. Or how do you want to die? Or would you start a cult. I'm insane and he kinda is too.

He's just genuinely a nice guy. Caring and playful. People sometimes use nice as a substitute because they don't know someone well enough to say anything else. He cares and he's a great friend. And he's also super playful, so it's never boring around him. He makes people comfortable around him quick. He might not tell me everything, but the fact remains that despite this, he comes off as super authentic.

He promised to take me out of state. He heard that I haven't been out of state (during dinner with his family. long story.) and offered to take me out for a weekend or so. Just because of me, our friend group is trying to take a trip during spring break. It means so much. I haven't travelled much in my entire life because my family is poor.

I know that it seems like there's really no barriers between us, but this family program doesn't usually work out. And the fact that mine has is kinda a miracle. Aside from just the name of family, these people have become my actual friends and an actual friend group. I don't know if I could handle losing them if we broke up.

But really, this is just an excuse I use. I'm afraid that if I chase him, I won't be able to pull him. He has interest in a girl and he likes her, well crushing on her. He doesn't know her that well, but he wants to. And he tells me all about her and how he's trying to get to know her. There's this girl that likes me and while she's cute, I've developed an actual interest in my boy crush. If I date her, she will be my rebound and I can't do that to her. Well I would've if she wasn't also in our club and close to my other friends.

But that's the thing. Usually people come to me and I don't chase. And I'm afraid that if I chase, I'll never get the people I want. Above all, I'm scared of rejection. I thought I buried those feelings of rejection a long time ago, but it seems I'm still afraid.

I've only known this guy as an actual friend since October 2023 and I think I'm in love with him. Which sounds crazy, but I've been texting him everyday and our friend group being college students makes it easy. Hell, he's texting me as of this moment. I don't want to lose him as my close friend if he doesn't return my feelings. In such a small time he's become someone I can't lose.

I want to mention that he's perfect for me. I want a friends to lovers situation when I fall in love. Lots of people become friends with people that they're interested in and then wish to date them. But for me, I've always wanted a love where I fall for my friend. I didn't become friends with them for any other reason than to just be friends. Then along the way, for some reason, without even noticing it, I fell in love. To me, he's like that. I can't even recall when I noticed that I liked him. All I remember was the realization that I was not a lesbian and I had a huge crush on him. He makes me happier.

First it was making me more cheerful. Then it was talking to me often and letting me send weird reels to him. Then it was going to the gym with him. Then it was bringing him to my dorm and me going to his apartment to hang out usually for short bits or with others around. Then it was him complimenting me. Then it was me hanging out with him alone at his apartment. It was us watching a basketball game together in the library. It was discord calls over winter break. It was bi-weekly meals and tri-weekly workout sessions.

I keep repeating these because they make my heart skip and butterflies fill my stomach. He's just so charming and he doesn't even realize it.

I just like him so much.

#chunghasgirlfriend #bi myself #bi girl struggles #crush #pining #he's so sweet #is he sweet or just rich #more at 7

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elijahhudson · 1 year ago

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oh no!

winter word gets back eli that faye wrote an article about him and they accidentally end up on the phone together

After learning about Eli’s music, she spent the last couple weeks trying to ignore the voice in her head telling her to listen to it. Finally after getting home from bartending early in the morning, she gave in. Faye listened to the first song and sat in front her laptop dumbfounded. Her first instinct was to throw her laptop against the wall but she refrained instead she listened to another. The next one brought out different emotion. This time she felt the pain that she had tried to shove down from years ago bubble up. Faye didn’t know what came over her but suddenly she had her phone open and typed in the name she has tried to block out for years into the search. His Instagram was filled with music promo and her eyes widened at follow count. Faye clicked on a post and out came the first song that filled her with slight rage. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly clicked out and impulsively when to message him, I have never called you a psycho, Eli Hudson. How long have you been profiting off making me the bad guy?

The morning after the impulse DM, Faye still felt this heavy emotion on her shoulder. She had to work on a new article today anyways so she settled in front of her laptop once more and did what she did best, write her feelings down.

Title: What to do when your ex becomes a singer songwriter (successful one) I had heard rumblings from a few mutual friends. But little did I know the extent of this. My ex was up and coming. He was on a late night talk show, he hired a hugely successful model to be in the video and all of these songs make me sound like a crazy bitch. Okay, I didn’t listen to them all. Can you blame me? I’m shocked and truthfully hurt but maybe a little flattered. I mean, I’m a bartender and a writer. And he is about to become a rockstar with these emo songs about me. Well, I think otherwise I’ve got too big of an ego and someone needs to check me Faye writes this entire article with subtle details about the two of them but with no intention of having it published. She feels her phone buzz, Faye jumps in surprise and accidentally slams a button on her laptop. She sees the document was sent. “Fuck…” Faye looks and sees it just says it was sent her personal email. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize her editor was also CCed.

Eli is just about to leave his meeting with the label, finalizing the logistics of a few of his upcoming shows when his phone starts blowing up.

Carson: Dude, you're all over TikTok cause of Faye Jade: you didn't tell me your ex was a writer for why??? Deuxmoi even shared her post about you!!!!

His brows raise and he exits the meeting room before calling Jade, and she picks up on the first ring. "What's happening?" He asks, trying to keep calm. Jade laughs, "Faye finally listened to your music, and she wrote a piece about it. You're not named but the TikTok kids put it together." Eli chews on his lip, "Guess she didn't like it then." Jade laughs, "That is… one way to put it. Oh, shit, I have to take another call. Good luck." Jade hangs up so Eli calls Carson next, "What do you know about this?" He asks his friend. Carson puts the phone on speaker with Sylvia there and laughs, "Well, you see, the thing is…"

Sylvia grabs the phone from Carson, “Faye wrote this article more for her own personal venting but accidentally sent it over to her team and they published it.” She laughs nervously, “Apparently in the article she said she DMed you in the middle of the night after she listened.”

Eli raises his brows and opens Instagram, scrolling through his requested messages until finally finding Faye's name. He clicks on the message and groans, "'I have never called you a psycho, Eli Hudson. How long have you been profiting off making me the bad guy?' Jesus Christ."

Sylvia bites her lower lip and looks at Carson, “I uh..I did reach out to her. She really didn’t mean to have the article published. It was too late by the time she found out.”

Carson raises his brows, "That's if it's any consolation." Eli laughs humorlessly, "Well from this DM, I'd say it's not."

She nods slightly, “What are you going to do?”

Eli lets out a soft breath, "I don't know. Is it even worth it to reach out?"

Sylvia shrugs softly and looks at Carson, “I think she just was surprised. Your music is honest and how you feel but it’s been a long time, I think you both could hash things out a little bit.”

He groans, "I don't want drama, I wrote these songs years ago. It's just that they're good."

She laughs softly and shakes her head, “Unfortunately the drama is already happening with that article.”

Carson laughs sympathetically, "Reach out, it's not like you two are together, you're not obligated to apologize or anything. And you can stop responding whenever you want."

Sylvia nods in agreement with Carson, “Exactly. As soon as it’s drama, just call it there.”

Eli laughs, "Alright, thanks guys." Carson smiles, "You're welcome,"

She smiles softly and nods, “Oh! And keep us updated!”

He chuckles, "Yeah, yeah, I know you two are living for the tea."

Sylvia giggles and leans into Carson, “Guilty.”

Carson laughs, "It's not everyday that two people you used to have group sex with end up in the tabloids!"

Sylvia elbows his side as she flushes, “Carson!”

He laughs loudly and Eli laughs, "The moment you said that I knew that was going to be her reaction." Carson grins cheekily at Sylvia, "What? You had sex with a rockstar, that's pretty cool!" Eli shakes his head and laughs, "I'm hanging up now!"

Sylvia gasps and tickles his side, “Carson Nichols!” She laughs and hands the phone back to him, “Bye Eli! Good luck!”

Eli laughs, "Bye guys." He hangs up and goes home, thinking of what to say to Faye. He has Sylvia send her phone number over to him and finally texts Faye, Damn, why don't you tell me how you really feel?

Faye has been trying to comb through her social media and emails about this damn article since the moment it went viral. When she got a text from an unknown number, her mind was so focused on these messages she didn’t have any clue what it could possibly mean. Sorry, I’m not sure you have the right number.

He sets up his laptop with Faye's article open and takes a selfie with it before sending it to her.

She widens her eyes at the picture and she sets her phone down. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Faye mutters under her breath. Finally after a few minutes she picks up her phone again and tries to type a response a few times before deleting it.

Eli sees her text bubble pop up and disappear several times before typing, And for the record, I know you never called me a psycho. They're songs that are inspired by things that happened between us, they're not supposed to be a 100% accurate depiction because I'm not not trying to portray you in a negative light.

Faye sees his next text pop up and sighs softly before typing a simple respond, I’m sorry. That article wasn’t meant to be published. It was personal for my own outlet. I was angry and venting to get over it.

His brows raise, And the DM?

She sighs again and clicks his info to add his number back into her phone but accidentally hitting the call button.

Eli answers the phone, "Yeah?"

Faye squeezes her eyes shut and rubs her forehead, “Hey..” she lets out a soft breath, “I had just gotten home from work and it was late. I shouldn’t have DMed you. I actually was going to go delete it but figured you would never see it anyways.”

He chuckles, "I didn't see it til about an hour ago."

She laughs softly and shakes her head, “See! You would’ve never known.”

Eli shakes his head and smiles a little, "I'm not mad about the article."

Faye bites her lower lip softly as she leans back against her bed, “Well..I am. It wasn’t meant for anyone else.”

He frowns, "I'm sorry it got out then."

She waves her hand softly and hums, “It’s not your fault..well I mean, it’s a little your fault but indirectly.”

Eli laughs loudly, "Is not!"

Faye laughs softly and nods to herself, “Is too. You wrote the songs that made me all..upset I guess.”

He shakes his head and laughs, "Three words. Pen and paper."

She scoffs playfully at him, “In case you forgot, I was always the writer between the two of us!”

Eli chuckles, "My preferred medium is clearly the superior one."

Faye laughs and shakes her head. “That’s so fucked up, Eli Hudson.”

He grins, "Hey, I never accidentally leaked anything onto the internet when using paper or canvas or writing or painting, did I?"

She groans softly and shakes her head, “Or wrote a mean DM or accidentally called your ex when apologizing?”

Eli laughs more, "Technology is the devil."

Faye laughs softly and rubs her forehead, “And yet it’s my career. Time to quit and move to Hawaii to become a surf instructor.”

He grins, "And you can still bartend at night."

She shakes her head and laughs, “That job is mostly just for the stories anyways. Maybe instead a hula girl.”

Eli laughs, "Are you native Hawaiian and I didn't know?"

Faye rolls her eyes and laughs, “I mean would you prefer I move to Portugal?”

He hums, "Only if you'd be happy there."

She half smiles to herself and nods her head, “Maybe.”

Eli laughs, "Hey, how's your parents' tiny house?"

Faye raises her brows and laughs softly, “I think they just decided to finally hook it up to a truck and start traveling with it. But actually I lived in it for a while after..” She trailed off softly, “You know.”

His brows raise, "Oh wow. Where did you end up moving to after that?"

She hums softly and smiles to herself, “Well, kind of all over for a while. That’s a long story but moved back officially to LA almost two years ago.”

Eli nods a little, “Welcome back then.”

Faye laughs quietly and shrugs, “Thanks. What about you? Cali for life bruh?”

He laughs and talks in a surfer bro voice, “Oh totally dudette, where else am I gonna catch such sick waves?”

She leans her back and laughs louder, “Oh look at that Laguna boy coming out.”

Eli chuckles, “California’s home but now I’m really gonna be able to travel on tour and stuff.”

Faye smiles with a nod, “I feel the same way. I always knew I’d come back.” She lets out a soft breath, “Do you wanna get a drink sometime when you are in LA? I’m sure you are busy with everything but I do think I owe you for all of this.”

He smiles, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

She bites her lower lip and smiles to herself, “Really? I mean if it’ll be weird I get that too.”

Eli laughs, “It’ll probably be weird, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to.”

Faye shakes her head and laughs, “Okay. Well, let me know then.”

He chuckles, “I’ll text you.”

She hums and raises her brows, “Or DM me, I’ll see it for sure.”

Eli laughs, “Well I am a verified account.”

Faye rolls her eyes and laughs, “Can’t believe you are the same shy guy who could barely talk to me.”

He grins, “Well if I didn’t know you then I wouldn’t be saying stuff like that.”

She laughs softly and shrugs, “No, it’s good. I’m happy you are confident in your success. You deserve it.”

Eli smiles, “Thanks, Faye.”

Faye nods her head before she hums, “Okay. Tell me what songs to not listen to. I’ve only listened to two.”

His brows raise and he laughs. “What do you mean?”

She laughs and shrugs, “I mean which of your songs are about me? Or about me and will make me mad or sad.”

Eli laughs, “most have a piece of you in them. Not all of them will cause such a visceral reaction.”

Faye hums thoughtfully and teases, “Well, I must’ve done a number on you.”

He chuckles, “These songs are from years ago, it’s just that they’re good so I couldn’t let them go. I’ve moved on from the feelings that causes them.”

She nods her head with a laugh, “Of course. It’s been a long time, we’ve both moved on. It’s not like I expected you to be pining after me, I guess I was just surprised that you weren’t writing about someone or something else.”

Eli hums, “There are songs not about you at all.”

Faye raises her brows and laughs, “Okay those I wanna listen to.”

He chuckles, “I’ll text them to you.”

She nods with a small smile, “Thank you. I’ll give them a listen.”

Eli grins, “Okay.”

Faye laughs softly and repeats after him, “Okay.”

He grins, “I’ll let you go and enjoy the rest of your night. Sorry for all the jealous fans you inadvertently sicked upon yourself.”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “Thanks. It’s my own fault anyways.”

Eli laughs softly, "Good luck."

Faye nods with a smile, “Thanks. You too, I mean I’m sorry again for all of this.”

He smiles, "All's forgiven."

She hums softly and nods, “Okay..good. Well, I’m sure you are busy so good luck with everything.”

Eli smiles, "Good luck to you too. And hey, now you have my number so you can warn me when you write about me next."

Faye laughs and shakes her head, “I’ll stick to my articles about the dudes at the bar.”

He playfully sighs, "If you insist."

She hums and shrugs one shoulder, “Maybe when you win a Grammy. I can see the title now: How To Cope With An Award-Winning Ex Boyfriend When You Are A Bartender.”

Eli jokingly groans and laughs, rolling his eyes, “that’s a mouthful.”

Faye laughs and shakes her head, “It’ll go viral though.”

He laughs, “that’s definitely true.”

She smiles and shrugs one shoulder, “I don’t even know how to follow up this one anyways. My comment section is going to be interesting for a while.”

Eli smiles, “you can say we talked if you need to.”

Faye lets out a soft breath and shrugs, “I don’t really know yet. May just let it stay a theory and pretend like it didn’t happen.”

He laughs softly, “that works too.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “It’ll be old news soon enough anyways.”

Eli chuckles, “hopefully.0

Faye nods with a small smile, “Yeah, hopefully. Well..I can let you go and try not get you into anymore trouble.”

He smiles, “trying is all I can ask for.”

She laughs softly and shakes her head, “Have a good rest of your night, Eli Hudson.”

Eli grins a little, "You too, Faye."

Faye smiles softly and nods, “Thank you.”

He hums and nods, “you’re welcome. Bye..”

She nods again, “Bye..” Faye wait a beat before hitting the end call.

#fayelithread

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