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mashtatosworld · 2 months ago

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your love is my favourite song (1)

summary: you're stepping into the music scene as a solo artist for the first time but when a mishap occurs, your boyfriend is there to support you through it.

a/n: a collab!! Zenny and I have a love child. We hope you enjoy!! Writing by @mashtatosworld and SMAU by @aizshallnotbefound <3

Part 2 will be posted on her account!

You were on your third cup of coffee, fourth playback of the bridge, and somewhere around the seventh time talking yourself out of severe self doubt.

This would be your first album as a solo artist.

Your producer leaned over the mixing board, gently adjusting a level. “That’s the one,” he said, nodding. “Feels clean. You wanna go again or are we locking it?”

You hesitated.

The song was good.

But… it was that song.

The one you and Jiyong wrote in that haze of inspiration weeks before his tour.

The one meant to be shared together, a moment in the album where it would be just the two of you, lyrically tethered in plain sight - only no one could know it was real.

Your management had said no.

Too complicated.

Too risky.

Too close.

With Jiyong on tour too, you both finally agreed that his verse should go to another artist even though the words were his.

You were still staring at the audio waves glowing across the screen when the door clicked open behind you.

You turned.

He was there.

Wearing a black hoodie, a crossbody slung over his shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, exhaustion written across every line of his face - but he was there.

“Jiyong?” you breathed, blinking. “What - how - I thought you were in Japan?”

“Oh, my flight got in early,” he said, voice rough from travel, fatigue, or both.

You played with the cord of your headphones. “We, um, we were just finishing the last song on the album.”

"Ah," He looked to Teddy with a smile. "Hey, Hyung."

"GD. Can't believe you're still standing. Did you come straight from your show?" He asked with raised brows.

“Yeah,” he nodded, dropping his bag onto the couch and falling into the space beside it with an exhausted sigh.

You moved your eyes back to the screen, bouncing your leg, more nervous than ever. Of course you had shared snippets of the album with your boyfriend, but he had yet to hear a full version.

And that was because you were scared.

Even though Jiyong was nothing but supportive, he was a master of music and perfectionism.

You'd seen him make artists repeat the same line twenty times until it was flawless.

So when Teddy pressed play and the sound of your voice filtered through the speakers, you tightly held onto the arm of your chair, waiting for him to waltz over, lean across the soundboard and begin working his effortless magic.

Except he remained where he sat, tapping his foot as he listened, nodding his head along to the beat as you and Teddy worked through the tempo and pitch.

Your eyes couldn't help but occasionally cast back to his silent form, just watching you, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

Why wasn't he saying anything?

You sighed and turned back to the soundboard, asking Teddy to add another layer to the harmonies, all the while acutely aware of Jiyong's eyes on you.

Eventually, your producer stretched and exhaled with a nod. "I think we got it."

You looked at the screen, then turned to Jiyong.

He stared back at you with a gentle smile, his eyes tired but warm.

"Well?" you prompted.

He laughed, arms casually crossed over his stomach. "What?"

"Any notes?"

"I love it, y/n."

You looked to Teddy and he laughed too. "You heard it from the legend himself. I don't think we can get better praise than that."

You twisted your lips and shot Jiyong a sidewards glance.

Teddy saw this and stood with a groan. "Ah, I think it's time I take a break." he said, grabbing his phone and heading for the door. “Don’t touch anything, Hyung.”

“No promises,” Jiyong said, eyes locked on you the whole time.

Once the door clicked shut, you twisted in your seat and nodded to the empty one beside you.

"Ok, lay it on me then. What is it? Shall I re-record the final verse? Is it the bridge?"

Jiyong stood and slowly walked over, except he didn't sit down, instead, he chose to stand behind you. His arms rested on the arms of your chair, the curve of his cheek grazing yours.

Then, softly: “So… can I finally touch you now?”

You laughed as his lips met your jaw in a quick succession of kisses before he trailed them to your lips. They lingered there and you sighed into the kiss, feeling your anxieties dissolve.

You withdrew slightly to look at him.

His hair was disheveled and up close you could see the dark rings around his eyes. They weren't traces from wiped staged make-up, but sat sunken into his skin.

Gently, you ran the pad of your thumb over them. "Hi."

"Hi," he repeated softly. "Come here,"

He pulled you up from your seated position and into his arms, curling around you and rousing a soothing tranquility within you.

Jiyong had always been someone you looked up to, a guiding light when you first debuted with your band, even when your relationship changed over the years.

You had both respected and feared his musical judgement.

Yet now, he had established himself as your supportive comfort, rather than mentor.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand gently trailing down your back. “So bad.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered, fingers fisting into his hoodie. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make your show in Tokyo. But I watched the whole thing on live stream.”

He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up. “I understand Jagi." His smirk then turned teasing. “Want a private showing? I can give you a real performance later.”

You pushed him, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m in love,” he shrugged, quickly pulling you back. “Let me love you."

That made you go quiet. Your eyes softened. He noticed instantly.

“What?” he asked.

You hesitated, then looked up at him. “Will you be at my first show?”

The words came out smaller than you intended. Shy. Vulnerable. You bit your lip. “I know you’ve got your tour, and travel, and press - ”

“I’m going to be there,” he cut in, sure and solid like he always was when it came to you. “Don’t even question that.”

You exhaled, some invisible weight lifting off your chest. “It just feels weird. Going out there without the girls. Without Big Bang. Like I’m… alone.”

“You’re not,” he said, thumbing gently at your cheek. “We’re all gonna be there. Just… a little further back than you’re used to.”

You nodded, trying to picture the moment that sent panic down your spine.

Jiyong smiled softly. “You’re not stepping out of the shadows, baby. You are the light. They’re just finally seeing it.”

You buried your face in his hoodie again. “I love you.”

He held you tighter. “And I love you."

"Is the track really ok?" You mumble into his chest and you feel it vibrate with his laughter.

"Jagi! It's perfect. You're perfect. Stop doubting it. Now let's ask Teddy to wrap it up before I fall asleep on your shoulder.”

You smiled, the tension and fear crumbling away.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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You were pacing in your heels, a bottle of water clutched too tightly in your hand, heart pounding louder than the music spilling from the stage monitors.

The last song was moments away.

One more song - your final performance of the night.

The song.

The one everyone had been waiting for.

The one that was supposed to end your debut solo stage with a bang.

And your feature still wasn’t here.

You looked at your assistant again, wide-eyed and breathless. “Where is Jiyong?”

“He’s coming! I swear - VIP section was a madhouse but he’s on his way!”

“Shit - ” You tugged at the hem of your outfit, trying to focus, trying to breathe, but your nerves were unraveling fast. “What am I supposed to do?! That verse isn’t even covered - he was supposed to - he - fuck!”

A soft hand pressed between your shoulder blades. “Yah, calm down.” CL’s voice was soothing but firm, grounding. She looked effortlessly cool, having just wrapped her feature with you two songs earlier. “You’re gonna be fine, baby.”

“No I’m not, Chae,” you snapped, voice cracking. “I’m about to go out there with half a song - ”

“You’re gonna go out there,” she said, smoothing down your hair, “and own that stage. No matter what. You’ve worked too hard for this night.”

You tried to nod, but your throat was closing up.

And then -

“Jagiya.”

His voice cut through the noise like a damn spotlight.

You turned, relief crashing into your chest so fast it nearly knocked you over.

Jiyong pushed through two stage crew members, still in his VIP lanyard and designer jacket, eyes sharp and locked on you.

He looked like he'd sprinted from the other side of the building -flushed, breathless, hair slightly mussed.

And the second he reached you, his arms were already around your waist, grounding you, his forehead brushing yours without shame.

You didn't care for the staff fluttering around you, the way their gazes widened and lingered. You just needed him.

“Baby,” you whispered, clutching him. “He didn’t show. He just - he bailed. I don’t know what to do.”

“She’s been freaking out,” CL added, arms crossed, looking equally frustrated. “That asshole didn’t even call. She's supposed to be on stage now.”

You felt Jiyong’s jaw tighten, his hand soothing along your back even as fury flickered in his eyes. “Fucking coward. Leaving you like that?” He looked down at you. “You don’t deserve this shit.”

“What do I do?” you whispered. “They’re waiting.”

“You go out there,” he said, calm but sure, thumbing under your eye to fix a bit of smudged liner. “And I’ll handle it.”

You blinked at him. “Ji - ”

“Ten seconds!” a crew member called, frantically waving.

Your heart leapt into your throat.

CL gave you a tight squeeze. “You’ve got this.”

You looked back at Jiyong one more time, and the way he was staring at you - unshaken, unwavering - made the panic ease just a little.

The lights dimmed.

Your name was being chanted.

You ran out, stage lights blinding, cheers deafening.

And you pushed through, no choice but to keep going.

You danced. You sang. You lost yourself in the high of it - and then it came.

The verse.

You turned your head - and there he was.

Stepping into the fog, bathed in spotlight, mic in hand like he’d been born to be on that stage.

Jiyong met your eyes, smirked - delivering the rap like it had always been his. As it was supposed to be.

Smooth. Confident. Dynamic.

The crowd screamed.

You moved in sync without planning, falling into the rhythm, your voices tangling perfectly.

And when the final beat dropped and the track ended, he stepped back again - giving you your moment - as CL strode back out to join you for the encore.

The three of you together. A full circle ending.

Your solo debut complete.

And somewhere offstage, the internet was already spiralling.

But all you could think about was Jiyong’s smile.

And how, even when the lights went down, he was still the one who showed up for you in the dark.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

hope you all enjoyed our collaboration piece! go to part 2 for more!

also im working on a new diva fic and a love triangle series... so those will be out soon!

love mash xxx

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pinkaditty · 3 months ago

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Starstruck Coral Part 2 (Romeo Lucci x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

*tiptoes back on2 my blog only 2 trip and slide over a comically placed banana peel and alert the entirety of my waiting readers*

well. here’s part 2 LMFAOOOOOO i was inspired i guess! let me apologize for… my usual shenanigans… there’s always more than 1 ghoul involved, i fear! its bc im insane. yea.

a/n: sorry i disappeared and have just been reposting or giving out occasional queued posts. idk man i went off grid 4 a minute bc i had a break off of work and spent that entire 4 day weekend playing otome games and relaxing. then it was back 2 work and i just felt tired all the time 😭 BUT i finally managed 2 lock it down and finish it. thank god. hopefully my inspiration comes back full throttle soon.

also this may or may not have a part 3. i have a soft idea 4 it but honestly it might just be me dragging it out idk… ill think abt it.

summary: pt 2 of starstruck coral series. romeo can't get you out of his head. neither can the other ghouls.

cw: mc kinda gets around. sorry. guilty pleasure u can pelt me with stones all u want its how i like it! warning 4 lots of making out and graphic descriptions of it, as well as some petting in some scenes. NOT PROOFREAD sorry :(

MINORS DNI NO SMUT BUT STILL SUGGESTIVE!

Looking for Part 1? Click here!

Romeo knows from the first time you kiss him that he’s not the only one.

Peach-flavored gloss smears across his lips as he hurriedly wipes them with the back of his hand, rushing away from the chapel for the third time that week. He can feel the sticky residue clinging to the edge of his lips and he knows there’s no way he’s gonna be able to get it off of his face without a mirror. Maybe he’ll get lucky and nobody at Sinostra will ask questions. He’d barely managed to salvage his reputation (and yours, by proxy) after that rather suggestive picture Kurosagi had made sure was all over WickHive. Though, he might be digging his own grave with how often he slips away to visit you, now that he thinks of it. He’s not one for pink or peach colors due to how it clashes quite terribly with his hair, and much prefers darker colors, like reds or purples. However, he can’t say he minds the lighter, more refreshing taste of peach lining his lips for once. If he flicks his tongue out to taste the edge of his lips, it’ll be like he’s kissing you all over again.

That’s gross though, so he’s not doing that. He’s not so low that he’ll let his urges get the best of him yet.

He does, however, absentmindedly flick his tongue along his lips, wetting them as they’re exposed to the cool night air. He’s wasted a lot of lip gloss today, and he doesn’t want to arrive at Sinostra with dry lips.

He can almost still feel your lips moving against his, your hands curling into the collar of his uniform, wrinkling it like hell. He sure does mind you wrinkling it, and makes a point to fist his hands into your collar as well. He should've seen it coming when that only spurs you on, further creasing his perfectly ironed blazer. He'd soon find his neck covered in kiss marks, his crisp white collar stained with salmon-colored gloss, a forget-me-not that felt quite flirty for someone like you.

The way you pulled at his hair, sighed against his lips, and brought him in closer immortalizes itself in his mind. He couldn’t believe what he had done, for the third time that week. He may as well have been referring to himself when he warned everyone at the bar to keep their hands off of you. He tries to tell himself again that it was an accident, a fluke, he wasn’t thinking right and something about the night air made him crave closeness in any form. And yet, despite knowing he has a number of women and men to choose from on campus, his feet always lead him to your door, like he can’t bring himself to go elsewhere. He figures it must be that damn lipgloss or the way you hold him or the way you smile, gloss smeared across your lips and your teeth peeking through a teasing smirk. Whatever it was, he’d found himself there again tonight, seeking heat, or tension, or something else he couldn’t name.

But he could tell from the first time. Despite how he can't get enough of it, despite the sweet taste of your lips, despite the surprisingly perfect way your lips slotted against his, he knew for a fact he wasn't the only one.

He can't explain why, but that bothers him. No matter how many times he gets to sign his name on your molars with his tongue, he wouldn't be the only one doing that. A burning curiosity seems to eat at him. Who was first? Who came before him? Would that person come again? And why was he so worked up about this, anyway?

He wipes his lips with the back of his gloved hand again absentmindedly, further spreading the sticky salmon-colored peach-flavored gloss. He shivers as he feels the residue stick to his chin, knowing this would be a pain to wash off.

When he finally reaches Sinostra, he’s rather unpleasantly greeted by Ritsu, who’s dissatisfied expression makes Romeo want to blow his face right off with his pistol. Unfortunately, said pistol was resting in his room, and Ritsu would just harden his body with his stigma anyway.

“Why are you back so late? The more time you spend drinking at that bar, the more you potentially ruin Sinsostra’s reputation! Need I remind you it’s already strained?” The emphasis Ritsu puts on the word ‘strained’ makes Romeo want to strain his windpipe. He can’t decide if Ritsu is a daddy’s boy, what with how much he loves law, or a momma’s boy, what with how much nagging he does on a daily basis. Perhaps he’s both. “And what is that all over your face, anyway?” Ritsu’s expression crinkles in disgust as Romeo breezes past him on his way to board the cruise ship that housed Sinostra’s dorms. Ritsu follows after him, and Romeo wonders how to shake him off. “If you’re going to be sleeping around, the least you could do is remove the evidence from your face. It would help you save face, you know—” At the mention of ‘saving face’, Romeo feels his eye twitch. He didn’t need a reminder of that damn picture anymore.

Ritsu doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Romeo whirls around, pointing a finger directly into Ritsu’s chest, his face contorted in anger. He already has the perfect retort in mind, meant to embarrass Ritsu and keep him off his tail the rest of the night. “You want to protect Sinostra’s reputation so bad? Tell your assistant to stop leaving kiss marks where they’re visible.” Romeo’s smirk cracks into a teasing grin when the color drains from Ritsu’s face, only for it to promptly rise again, coloring him as red as his Sinostra brooch.

He sputters for a moment, tripping over his own words before spitting out a desperate defense. “Wh-What are you even talking about?!” He practically spits the words out, backing away hurriedly from Romeo. “MC wouldn’t—!” He appears to be desperately searching for an excuse or way to defend you, but he quickly falters, probably realizing he doesn’t know nearly as much about the honor student as much as Romeo would, having been lip-locked with you only half an hour earlier.

Before he can come up with any other excuses, Romeo turns on his heel and storms deeper into the halls of Sinostra, not even turning to observe the distress on Ritsu’s face. He smiles, however, when he hears a perplexed groan behind him.

He’s grumbling to himself, out late again and headed straight back to his dorm. Dealing with Professor Hyde on Taiga’s behalf could not possibly be more frustrating. All he wanted was to go back to his dorm, take his daily luxury bubble bath, and curl up in his bed, ignoring the endless noise coming from the casino down below. As he’s on his way back, however, he comes across two familiar figures. One of the figures had a shock of red hair, was stumbling quite a bit, and leaning most of his weight onto the other figure, who seemed to be able to hold him relatively well. Romeo watches for a moment, furrowing his brow in confusion. Haru’s never been one to need help making his own way back, and if he did, he’d usually stay at Obscuary. Of course, not that it was any of his business. He’d happily turn the other way and continue on his way to Sinostra, plans for the evening orchestrating themselves in his mind.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar laugh that he took further interest. It sounded quite a bit like yours whenever you’d open your door to find him on your doorstep again. A knowing, teasing laugh. Romeo stills as he hears it, turning his gaze back to the walking couple. He didn’t know if Haru was doing this for show or not, but him leaning all over you did an excellent job of stoking Romeo’s jealousy. Romeo didn’t know why he was jealous or angered at this, but just knew he had to put a stop to it. He finds himself rushing to you, veering off his path just slightly. His steps pound against the stone pathway, and before he can think better of it, he hoists Haru’s free side onto his shoulder, removing most of his weight from your side.

Romeo glances at you, thankful his assumption was correct, and notices the look of surprise flitting across your face before your Starstruck Coral-colored lips pull into a pleased smile. “Oh, thank you Romeo!”

“Whatever.” Romeo scowls, turning the other direction so you wouldn’t notice his flush, ignoring a laugh from Haru. “Let’s get this idiot back to Jabberwock.”

Most of the walk there is silent, save for Haru’s mindless drunken humming and equally mindless rambling, and your chuckling at it every now and again. Romeo’s mood progressively sours as the walk continues, peeved at the noise coming from Haru, at the added weight of his body, and at the way he seemed to soak up your attention like a sponge. Romeo knew he hardly had room to complain, considering all the times he had employed a monopoly on your attention, but still. After all the time spent monopolizing your attention, he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t feel occasionally entitled to it. He always wants more of it, and that’s proved in how his feet drag himself against common sense to your dorm at least once a week. Every time Haru exhales, Romeo can smell the anomalous drinks on his breath. It makes him gag. Leave it to Haru to completely overdo it, like he does every time.

When you get to the Jabberwock dorm's entrance, Romeo wastes no time in wrestling himself from Haru's side, leaving him to lean into you before he can regret it. He watches as Haru sags into you again, and he has to bite back a rude comment as Haru's head knocks into yours, and the two of you giggle with amusement. Nausea wells up in his throat at the sickening display. He covers his mouth with a hand and turns away, waving the two of you off. He had to get away from you two before he could taste bile.

“I'm leaving. Leave him at the door, he'll find his way in." Romeo's words had a hint of experience, having dealt with a drunken Haru before. He doesn't think much of it when you don't immediately shrug Haru off, nor when you call after him to thank him. He hardly acknowledges you and simply waves his hand behind his back, unwilling to subject himself to another glimpse of Haru burying his nose into your neck and you nearly buckling under his weight.

As he trots off, he can't help overhearing your small giggles and Haru's satisfied hums. He’s tempted to tell the two of you to knock it off and make up some excuse about disturbing people this late, but it’s not like anyone hangs near Jabberwock’s corner of the campus regularly anyway. He feels ridiculous, coming up with excuses to deflect and absolve himself from any involvement. Usually, he’s not one to steer clear of letting everyone know what his opinion is on any given thing, but for some reason, he didn’t want to reveal his discomfort with Haru literally all over you. And he had been, quite literally, all over you��it was ridiculous, the way he leaned his body into yours, his lips hovering near your ear and his hair tickling your forehead. The vision makes Romeo shiver; it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth and a crease in his brow. He didn't want to think about Haru invading your personal space, even if that was exactly what he was doing as Romeo walked away. Romeo hears you giggle again, a sound that sounded suspiciously similar to the smacking of lips, and then Haru's satisfied hums again. He wonders what's going on when his dilemma from a few days ago resurfaces: He's not the only one, is he?

A sickening feeling settles within him. His trot slows to a halt. Of course it'd be Haru. Of course, of all people, it'd be Haru. He’s willing to bet that if you didn’t fear death, it’d be Rui too. Every time he sees the two of you, it’s quite obvious both of you have roaming eyes and wavering resolve. He’s more often than not awkwardly inserted himself into the conversation, trying to find any kind of reasonable excuse for pulling you away from him. But of course, of course it was Haru. He should’ve known from the way you calmly sat in front of him a few weeks ago, letting his fingers trace the side of your face until they reached your lips. For you to be so comfortable with such intimate physical contact, clearly Haru’s been… touching you for some time now. Romeo grates his teeth together at the thought. Before he could think better of it, he whirls around and heads back towards you and Haru, hiding behind a nearby wall and peering around the edge, watching the two of you.

He doesn’t know what he expected, but what he sees sickens him anyway.

There you are, in a liplock with Haru. Your hands are holding his cheeks and pulling him towards you; not that that’s needed considering how he’s leaning into you, his arms wrapped around your waist. Romeo shivers uncomfortably as he watches Haru’s hands roam, his fingers pressing insistently into your ass, getting rather close to lifting your skirt. Romeo sighs, more out of relief than disappointment, when you shoo his hands away and break the kiss, though his discomfort bubbles back up when you giggle at Haru’s pouty expression.

“Not here.” You wag a finger in Haru’s face, playfully poking his nose. Haru’s face falls, his hands moving to settle on your hips instead as he continued to lean into you. Romeo felt his own hands twitch as he imagined holding you the same way.

“But whyyyy?” Haru whines, still pouting as he looks at you. Romeo can’t see your expression, but assumes it must be one that implies you aren’t budging as Haru groans and plops his forehead into your neck with a small “hmph”. When you stiffen shortly after, Romeo tries not to let his imagination run wild with what Haru could possibly be doing with his tongue or teeth right then. “You could stay, y’know…” Romeo figures he’s lucky Haru’s whining so loud, or else he wouldn’t be able to hear that, what with how Haru’s face seemed glued to your neck.

You giggle and stroke Haru’s back. “Hah, no can do, sorry! I’ve got class early tomorrow.”

Haru lifts his face from your neck and pulls you into him further, pushy as ever. Romeo finds himself gripping the wall he’s hiding behind as a way to stifle his sudden urge to pull you from Haru’s grasp. “Then skip with me.” Haru’s words are interrupted by drunken hiccups, which makes it hard to take him seriously, but his expression turns determined. “If they’d let anyone get away with it, it’d be you, y’know.” He moves to press his forehead against yours. The volume of his voice lowers considerably, and Romeo has to strain to hear him. “I could just say I pushed you into helping me at Jabberwock. ‘S not like anybody would know…”

Romeo stiffens. Go figure.

Romeo’s surprised (and relieved) when you shake your head, turning Haru down. “Maybe next time. I need to learn as much about anomalies as I can.”

Haru groans, pulling you in even closer. “Come onnn,” his words are drawn out and increased in volume. He hiccups again. He pulls your hips flush against his, letting out a throaty exhale and pressing his forehead further into yours. Romeo’s grip on the wall turns knuckle-white. His hands slide over your ass again, holding you against him. “I still haven’t kissed your other pair of lips yet…” Haru’s voice drops to a dejected whine and a pout forms on his face.

Romeo retches and turns away, hiding himself behind the wall in case he was heard. That line wasn’t just cheesy, it was also gross. Perfectly in line with what he’d expect from Haru. He must be more drunk than Romeo had initially thought, considering how he was being more physical and pushy than usual. Sure, that was it. That had to be it. Romeo finds himself beginning to stagger away, one hand covering his mouth as though he could spew chunks any minute now. Haru being super drunk and too far out of his mind was the only excuse he could come up with that made sense. It just wouldn’t have made sense if Haru had said that because he’d done that before. That couldn’t be possible, right? Haru couldn’t have gone further than Romeo already, right?

Romeo pauses and finds himself chewing on his thumbnail through his glove. He was already a fair distance from the wall he had been hiding behind. He couldn’t even see the two of you anymore, but he knew you were still there. He gnaws harder at his thumb and turns away, shaking his head. He had to get a grip. Why did he even care? It doesn’t even matter. So what if Haru got ahead of him? So what? Romeo hadn’t spent the past few weeks dubbing every visit he made to your place a complete mistake for nothing. He’d done it to avoid you, to get over you, to get to a point where he would feel okay going more than a few days without your sticky lipgloss smeared across his face and neck. It would be fine. Surely, it would be fine.

He pulls his thumbnail away from his mouth and licks his lips. There is a very distinct lack of the taste of peach-flavored gloss on his lips.

He couldn’t help the envy that welled up within him when he reminded himself that Haru has tasted more.

The following afternoon, Romeo has made it his mission to confront you. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to gain from that, if he hoped to gain anything at all. Hell, for all he knew, there might be nothing to gain. Maybe he was sending himself on a wild goose chase as an excuse to see you again and hash out his residual complicated feelings from the previous night by forcing his tongue down your throat. The mere thought of losing himself in you again has him gulping down saliva and his body rapidly warming up. He shakes his head, groaning at the unwelcome sensation. What was happening to him?

As he rounds the corner towards the chapel, his pace slowly quickening, he catches sight of green hair ducking into view, exiting the chapel. The figure waves at an unseen figure inside the chapel, before turning away and heading down the stairs at a relaxed pace. Romeo tries not to immediately go on high alert, but finds his heartbeat rising anyway. He manages to prevent himself from immediately halting out of shock. Kusanagi notices him as he approaches, and waves, heading towards him.

Romeo groans internally. Great, the campus heartthrob wanted to speak to him. And right after he’d seen him exiting your dorm, no less. Romeo swallows down as much negativity as possible and puts on a neutral, if not irritated face.

“Hey, Lucci.” Kusanagi seems completely at ease, his pace slow and his posture relaxed. He has an easy smile on his face in tandem with his greeting. Romeo can’t shake it, but something feels uncanny about his appearance. His gaze flickers to Kusanagi’s lips. No sign of lipgloss. Romeo feels some tension leave his shoulders.

“Kusanagi.” Romeo greets him stiffly in return. “Did you have something to say to me?”

“Yeah. It’s about Hoshibami still eating all the anomalies he comes across.” Kusanagi’s smile turns lopsided, and his eyebrows crease in something between annoyance and resignation. He reaches for his neck without thinking about it, rubbing the back of it absentmindedly before flinching and moving his arm to his hip instead. Romeo could only sigh, feeling himself groan internally. He’d been trying to get him to stop eating everything with reckless abandon, but hadn’t had much luck. If Taiga was going to do anything, it was his own thing.

He nods to Kusanagi, a sign for him to continue. “I’m considering putting him in a muzzle,” Romeo grumbles in response. Kusanagi lets out a sudden laugh, before shaking his head.

“I’m sure there’s a more tame solution to that. Why don’t you try…”

Romeo logs out of the conversation, nodding along with Kusanagi’s words but failing to absorb anything of value. While he would like to consider muzzles for Taiga, his thoughts wander to Kusanagi’s appearance. Something still rubbed him as uncanny. He wasn’t wearing his tie, and his sleeves were rolled up, which was normal. Kusanagi tended to value comfort over elegance, anyway. His clothes didn’t appear any more mussed than usual, at least from the spare glances Romeo was able to catch without awkwardly seeming like he was observing Kusanagi. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t place it. Well, whatever. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with you and Romeo was just being paranoid.

“...And if you do try that, I hope it ends up working for you.” Romeo tunes back into the conversation just as Kusanagi’s ending it. Maybe his luck had marginally improved. Kusanagi nods at Romeo before moving around him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Gotta get going now, but keep me updated if that muzzle ends up working.” Kusanagi’s eyes glimmer with mirth before he continues walking past, shoving his hands in his pockets. Romeo rolls his shoulder uncomfortably, turning to watch Kusanagi as he left. He wondered for a moment if asking him why he’d stopped by here at all would be worth it, or if it would end up giving Kusanagi too much of a glance at what preoccupied his mind.

Romeo watches as Kusanagi walks away and reaches up to rub the back of his neck again. He frowns when Kusanagi flinches again, pulling his hand back to his side and quickly wiping the tips of his fingers on the front of his jacket. The tips of his ears turn pink. And that’s when Romeo notices: Kusanagi’s left earring is missing. Immediately he grates his teeth, closing his hands into fists, trying not to jump to conclusions. This would be one hell of an assumption—assuming Kusanagi’s earring is gone because of you, and in turn, assuming you’ve left something on the back of his neck—as a reminder. Romeo knew that—if what he was assuming was true—you didn’t leave that there just because you could.

Kusanagi is oblivious to Romeo’s turmoil as he finally turns the corner, and Romeo remains watching him, feeling his face burn with anger and envy. He swiftly turns his gaze back to the chapel, staring up at its dilapidated glory. He wonders if, the last time he’d been by, he should have left something of his. Something flashy, something loud, something unmistakably his so that anyone who came by would know. Hell, he wonders if it would’ve been better to leave a hickey on the side of your neck. Curse him for getting so enamored with the way your skin glistened with perspiration that he hadn’t thought of defiling such supple scapes with a bruise. Not to mention the entire campus would’ve caught on to it much sooner if he had dared. But now, it was different. He’d do anything to do it now—kiss you harshly like he’d done before and swallow any protests you’d have and leave a mark. A reminder. That’d show Haru. And Leo. And Rui. And Haku. All of them.

He’s too far gone to wonder if he’s getting ahead of himself now. It doesn’t matter. In his head, he knows why you’re leaving marks. And it’s to rile him up. Or, so he assumes—or wants to, at least. Part of him hopes he’s important enough for you to go to such lengths.

But, of course he was.

Scowling, he stalks off, passing by the front of the chapel, slowing his pace as though hoping to be seen through a window, and hoping to catch a glimpse of Kusanagi’s earring on the steps to prove him wrong. His eyes flicker towards the steps and back each step, checking as thoroughly as he could.

No red earring.

Romeo clenches his jaw. It’s definitely inside the house. He mentally postpones his confrontation of you until tomorrow. He couldn’t do it today, not when he’d learned he had more than one competitor.

Romeo is making it a point to avoid the chapel until the later hours of the day. And he wishes he could call himself successful.

The wind picks up as he finds his footsteps lingering longer than they should before a turn that would take him directly towards the chapel. He can see it’s peak, the cross shadowy against the sanguine sunset, like a warning. An omen, even. The day’s been getting colder, and the piercing wind says so, whispering warnings and pushing him away from the chapel, away from you.

He curses himself and takes a step forward anyway, the call of destruction far more alluring than the safety in biding his time.

With every soft click of his shoes against the paved stone path, something in him twists and writhes. The red of the sky should be a warning. The direction of the wind should be a warning. The way he can feel himself preemptively fill with dread should be a warning. So why does he not heed these warnings? Why does he continue straight forward, eyes still set on that damned cross, his heart thrumming in his chest like he’ll find salvation in all the wrong ways? Maybe it’s the desire that couples with the dread filling his stomach. Maybe it’s the remnant glitter from days past left on his chin. Maybe it’s the inevitability of it all. He would have to come here, eventually. He had planned to when it was dark, but maybe a red sky would have to do. It wasn’t like he could turn on his heel now. …Well, he could. But he didn’t want to. And he wasn’t going to.

As he approaches the corner on which the chapel lies, he allows his gaze to drop from the cross at last, surveying his surroundings. Not many students lingered outside at this time. usually getting dinner or slinking back to their rooms, letting night fall slowly and peacefully. The only sounds around were the whistling of the wind through the trees and the clicking of his shoes on the stones. The eerie silence leaves him with his thoughts as he turns to gaze at the jagged stone wall of the chapel. His mind flashes with memories, each one more concupiscent than the last. Romeo feels heat crawl up his neck as he remembers the traces you left on his skin. He wishes he held you tighter those nights, enough to leave a bruising grip. There was no guarantee it’d show, but maybe it’d have been a better reminder to you that he was the reason for all the attention you received. In his mind, you owed it to him anyway. Or, at least, that’s how he haphazardly chose to justify his anger, pushing the thought from his mind.

He arrives on the corner, at last, feeling saliva collect in his mouth and his breathing pick up as he gazed seemingly longingly at the door. It was now or never. He wipes at his lips absentmindedly and swallows down his collecting saliva, feeling shame and arousal build within him as he walks to the door.

He only takes about two steps before a familiar figure rushes out, quickly slamming the door behind himself and looking around frantically, only for his panicked eyes to fall on Romeo.

Kurosagi.

It takes mere moments for the shock to pass and give way to anger, and he notes the same emotion flashing on Kurosagi’s face as well. What luck he had, truly.

Romeo found himself at a standstill, facing Kurosagi, but not daring to approach him, Kurosagi doing the same. Kurosagi’s face was flushed, reflective of his rush, and potentially indicative of the activities he’d been up to only moments earlier, if Romeo dared to go that far. Though, further examining Kurosagi, it seemed he wouldn’t have to. The smears of sparkling gloss across his face, missing tie, and long, thin bruise on his neck were enough for Romeo to connect the dots. He scowls, heading up the stairs and fisting a hand in Kurosagi’s uniform before he could react.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Romeo speaks lowly, his voice bordering on a growl. The hostility in his voice surprises even him, but he can’t be bothered to wonder what he’s so angry for.

“Woah, the hell’s your problem?” Kurosagi shoves himself out of Romeo’s grasp, smoothing out his uniform where Romeo had carelessly wrinkled it. His expression pinches into a frown, and he crosses his arms, looking Romeo up and down. “Sorry your girlfriend’s not loyal, but I don’t see how that’s my problem.”

Romeo has to stifle the urge to punch Kurosagi as his face curls into a smirk at his own remark. “She is not my—”

“Whatever.” Kurosagi blows him off, rolling his eyes and absentmindedly licking at the glossy residue on the corner of his lips. “Say what you will, but I doubt anyone would believe you.”

Romeo huffs, turning away. “That’s a lot of talk considering you’re the one who started that abhorrent rumor.”

Kurosagi laughs, pride seeming to leak from his pores. “I did! But I also started a rumor that she was my girlfriend a while ago!” Romeo’s eyes flutter open in shock for a moment, before he remembers that old post. Kurosagi had, indeed, “jokingly” laid claim to you some time ago. “If anything, all these rumors paint me as the broken-hearted lover, trying to win his girlfriend back!” Kurosagi flutters his lashes and smiles cheekily, his eyes narrowing with mirth at Romeo.

Romeo’s hands curl into fists as Kurosagi struggles to keep his giggles under control. “Not to mention—” Kurosagi starts, his voice shaky with laughter. “I don’t think it helps your case that only one of us looks ‘lucky’ right now, Ro-Ro.” He pulls out his phone, brandishing it like a threat. “I’m tempted to commemorate this moment.”

Romeo knows he’s overreacting when he reaches a hand towards Kurosagi’s phone and murmurs, “Tiris—”

Kurosagi immediately shoves his phone back in his pocket, scowling at Romeo. “Damn. No need to go nuclear.” Kurosagi bites his tongue before a smile spreads on his face again, clearly having thought of another remark to get under Romeo’s skin. “If anyone saw how you’re acting now, they’d think you’re quite the jealous boyfriend!”

Romeo stiffens and crosses his arms, turning away as Kurosagi blows a kiss towards him. “That one’s from your girlfriend~!” He trots down the stairs before Romeo can react, laughing to himself. Romeo boils with anger, wondering if it’s even worth it to retaliate.

“Does it not even bother you?” He calls after Kurosagi anyway, watching him turn around with a bored look on his face.

“Eh?”

“Does it not bother you that you’re actively in competition with nearly every other ghoul on campus?” Romeo knows he’s overexaggerating, but still. Regardless, the comment seems to get under Kurosagi’s skin. His expression darkens for a moment before he looks back up at Romeo, his jaw clenched unusually tight.

“It’s fine…” Kurosagi’s gaze shifts off to the side, staring at the stone path instead of at Romeo, a frustrated look on his face.

“Liar,” Romeo calls out before he can think about it, feeling his face curl into a triumphant smile.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Kurosagi’s eyebrows twitch downwards in momentary irritation. He looks away again, his entire face stuck in a frown. “I don’t care. So long as I’m her favorite, I don’t care.”

‘Liar,’ Romeo echoes in his head again, watching as Kurosagi turns his back, ending the conversation and walking at a hurried pace away from the chapel. He’s one pathetic liar, and it’s written all over his face. Romeo ignores the parallels that has with his refusal to admit his own infatuation.

Finally, he was alone, at your door. He could only hope you hadn’t heard all that had transpired. Romeo feels his head swim with indecisiveness at the last minute. He faces your door, feeling the sun burn his back. He felt laden with the weight of a thousand sins, which was probably underestimating all he had committed at this rate. He’s never been one to linger too long, however, and he doesn’t want the last light of sunset to feel like a burden. He curls his hand around the doorknob, not really caring what state he finds you in, and pushes in the door.

He hears a comically loud groan as soon as he opens the door, and assumes it’s you. He scoffs in mock response, closing the door behind him, as you stumble into the room, holding a black and yellow tie. Kurosagi’s tie.

“Kurosagi,” you start, wagging your finger in the air and holding your head in your other hand. “I told you, don’t come back here until—” You look up, making eye contact with Romeo. He stiffens, analyzing the look on your face, which appears blank, until curling into a knowing smile. He notices your lipgloss has been recently fixed, small clusters of telltale glitter sticking to your chin and cheeks. “Oh?” He watches as you wipe your hand against your chin, as though attempting to hide evidence. As though that would be possible. “It’s you.”

He tries to ignore the teasing lilt to your voice, his eyes dropping to the tie you held. “Yes, it’s me.” His voice comes out rougher than intended, but he can’t be bothered to fix his words. He notices the tie is tied in an odd fashion, almost like… a collar?

He notes how you shift, hiding your hands behind your back and smiling at him. Your smile almost seems suspiciously genuine, your eyes seeming too earnest and soft to be true. “I’ve missed you.”

‘How crude,’ Romeo thinks. He feels like a fool for being drawn in regardless, wanting to slide his lips against yours again and forget the past week in its entirety. Instead, the images of all he’d witnessed and suspected in the past week come flooding back. He’s tempted to believe your display, but he knows he can’t. Not when it’s only partially true.

“Me, specifically?” He asks, feeling his residual anger broil forth. He couldn’t tell if this was anger at himself for not claiming you earlier, anger at you for breaking a nonexistent promise, or a mixture of both. It made no sense to be angry at you. There had been very little communication and neither of you had made any effort to show affections outside of those sporadic nights, regardless of their intensity. But, at the same time, how could he be mad at himself? Why claim you earlier on, anyway? He’d had little interest in holding you close, he was sure, it was only mere infatuation. He wasn’t sure when his mere infatuation had turned into heated ardor, but the transformation had occurred nonetheless. He didn’t know what to be angry at, or angry for. He just knew he was angry. “...Or did you simply miss having a hookup?” His words don’t sting, but he says them with enough seething resentment to get the point across, he thinks. His face drops into a frown as he says it, no longer willing to save face by keeping himself neutral.

He watches as you roll your eyes, and can’t help but feel somewhat put off by that. You seem to drop your earlier earnestness, that quickly replaced by an exasperated expression. “You know better than that. Kurosagi himself just walked out.” You gesture vaguely to the door, Kurosagi’s tie still in your hand. Romeo bites his tongue. Fair enough, but that only served to confirm his suspicions. He still can’t pinpoint why this bothers him. It should hardly be a problem. It’s not like either of you had made a promise. So why? Why did this bother him?

“You know,” he starts before he can think to stop, the words tasting bitter on his tongue before he spat them at you like scathing attacks, “I should be getting far more thanks from you than just this.” Romeo’s expression drops further into a scowl. “You have me to thank for all the attention you’re getting now, anyway!” That’s right. You owed it to him. Right?

With the way your expression progressively darkens, Romeo almost regrets his wording. Your eyes flash with a unique anger, your jaw hard set. There’s a moment of heavy silence in which Romeo’s words linger in the air, before you respond, souring the mood even further. “So, what? You feel entitled?” You look up at him, and despite himself, Romeo flinches.

“That’s not—” he starts, but his words die in his throat when you take a step towards him.

“You feel like I owe it to you, in some part?” You step towards him again. Despite himself, he instinctively backs away, replacing the distance between you as you close it.

Romeo swallows, beginning to realize the hypocrisy in his own words. It wasn’t like him to falter or wilt in the face of blame. Normally he would deflect, and he wasn’t above deflecting onto the objects of his affections. Yet, there was nothing to deflect here. He’d been caught in his own hypocrisy. All he could think to do was hide from you. But there was nowhere to hide here.

He can’t back away from you fast enough before you catch him, his perfectly ironed blazer caught between your nails again. This felt eerily similar to your last meeting, but in starkly different contexts. He feels his breath catch in his throat, feeling himself at a loss for what to do. Your fingers crawl from his blazer to his buttoned shirt, and he feels helpless to stop your advances as you force one of the buttons open. “What do you want from me, Romeo?”

Your question feels honest and expectant at the same time, as though you’re curious but you know the answer anyway. And yet, he himself can’t settle on one particular answer. To be yours? To be your favorite? To collect his due? To feel like he can put all his swirling anxieties from the past week to rest? Perhaps a mixture of these, or none of them at all?

As you force open another button, he wonders if he’s on a time limit. He realizes this is completely unlike him. He feels frozen like a deer in headlights, waiting for the inevitable crash that would scatter his truths all over your wooden floors and leave a shell of himself to be picked apart by you. This all felt completely unreal. He had to get ahold of himself before this went any further.

He grips your wrist, forcing his resentment to bubble up again. He glares down at you, feeling heat rise in his cheeks as reality comes crashing down on him. He tosses your hand away carelessly, scoffing at you. He takes a step back, replacing the distance, and reaching up for his buttons to put them back in place. “Nothing you could ever hope to give—”

He’s not sure what his heel hit, but before he knows it, he’s tumbling backwards, losing his balance and falling flat on his back. He blinks, staring up at your ceiling before he sees you. You hardly miss a beat, kneeling over him and caging him in with your arms before he can even let the shock wash over him.

He growls in frustration, feeling somewhat defeated when you only smirk at him. He looks away from you indignantly, his cheek touching the floor, only to notice something glinting at him from under the nearby couch. He strains to look at it for a moment before its shape finally clears, red string and glinting metal hook winking at him from just behind the leg of the sofa. Kusanagi’s earring.

He can’t bring himself to feel a mixture of disbelief, disappointment, and anger for long. You grab his chin and turn his gaze back towards you. He doesn’t bother resisting, but he does glower at you. If he’s going to be humiliated, he figures the least he can do is resist via emotion. Not that his front would last long, anyway.

“Let me remind you of something, Romeo.” Something about the gentle tone of your voice and the ease of your smile sends unwelcome shivers down his spine. He raises his shoulders, on high alert, despite knowing you aren’t much of a threat.

He feels your fingers carefully start to undo his tie, and he can only sigh internally, figuring he’s in for it. He cannot deny the way his heart accelerates in his chest all the same, or the way saliva gathers in his mouth again. He’s excited, but hell will freeze over before he admits that to himself.

“I’m about to die.”

The reminder feels like a slap to the face, and for a moment, he almost confuses your words for a slap to the face. He looks up at you incredulously, wondering what motive you could possibly have for bringing that up now. As though noticing his internal questioning, you smile, tilting your head at him. You successfully loosen his tie, slowly untying it.

“I am also very greedy.”

Oh.

“I am a very greedy person who’s about to die soon.” Your smile seems to cut into your cheeks a little too wide. Romeo begins to connect the dots. His confused expression melts into understanding.

“One would never be enough.” You hold the two loose ends of his tie in front of him, pulling him closer to you. He follows, holding himself up by his elbows.

“You alone would never be enough.”

Somehow, the words hurt so much more than he expected and so much less than he wanted.

Of course. He wouldn’t be enough for a dying girl with a hunger for life. Who could?

“Kiss me?” You smile at him plain and true, as though your own words hardly have any effect on you. He’s wholly tempted to smile back.

How could he deny you?

a/n: well. idk i hope this was good. im a little too sleep deprived 2 tell. i fear i genuinely cannot tell if this is total trash or total heat so regardless. i hope u enjoy.

shameless reminder that i love likes, comments, asks, and reblogs!!!!! please please lmk what you think!!!!!!!!! im always excited 2 see how u guys respond 2 my writing <3

I ALMOST 4GOT the way leo's tie is tied and the bruise around his neck are indeed a reference 2 pavlov's ghoul yea <3

ok my head hurts gn

also tagging @aayakashii ur man makes a guest appearance here

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(MDNI 18+, smut will be eventually happening in this story line but still please respect the MDNI)

(Plus size reader x Negan. In the world of the dead rising, you just happen to fall for the one fucked up person who has no interest in you. And I am aware the timeline doesn't add up but for the story I had to make the timeline longer than a couple months.)

~Thank you to all that read the first chapter and commented, means a lot that you like this story. Sorry for taking so long to post a second chapter, I have at least 2 more chapters up and ready to post when I can.~

(Word Count - 2262 Words.)

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CHAPTER TWO - I FELL HARD, YOU'LL FALL HARDER.

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You were out scavenging when the fall of Negan happened. You didn't want to fight anyone, so Rick asked you to go during that time, making your way on a weeklong journey for supplies. You weren't sure what you to expect when you returned home, was it still going to be there, was it going to be taken over by Negan fully or would Rick win this war. You didn't know and you were worried, you were uncertain what you would do it Negan came out the winner.

You approached the gates carefully looking around for the day shift guard. You sighed relief when Daryl popped his head up and smiled at you, the gates opening before you drove your vehicle inside slowly.

"Welcome back you, how was your mission?" Daryl said hugging you tightly. "Was a great success, the truck is full of food, ammo everything I could pick up and stack I did, even managed to grab a little bit of petrol for the car. We should be ok for a couple weeks." You say as you open the door and jump out of the truck. "Well that is good news Y/N but I got some bad news that you may not like unfortunately." Daryl said looking over to the jail cell that was located under the first house on the street. "What?" You look over and don't see anything, was someone hurt, dead or worse. "Rick, well he, kind of let Negan live and bought him back as a prisoner" Daryl says waiting for your response.

You felt yourself become sick, why would Rick do that? "But Y/N he can't hurt anyone, trust us, he is safe and locked away." You walk over to the barred windows; you can hear him whistling before he spots you. "Hello Y/N" Negan says smiling. Daryl comes up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder offering a small comfort. "You look amazing doll, have I ever told you that? Loving the long hair on you, suits you." You want to believe him, but you tell yourself that he is just doing this to get under your skin, to get a reaction out of you.

"Daryl, doesn't she look wonderful, you are a fucking lucky man to be hers." "We ain't dating." Daryl says to Negan, he lets out a long whistle, "Well shit why not?" Negan probes, feeling a bit of jealousy flowing within him. "We're just friends Negan; not that its none of your business who I date anyway" you say.

While you weren't going to deny Daryl was hot, and when you met him you thought maybe if given the chance you might date him but after a while your love for him turned to more a friendship love and you and him were more like brother and sister. "Let's just get this truck unloaded Daryl" you say pulling him away from the prisoner. Negan watches you go, he takes in how your jeans hug your curves tightly, how your hair flows underneath the bandana you are sporting and how amazing you look covered in knives and guns. This wasn't the same scared girl he rescued years ago, this was a woman who found herself, her confidence and her place and damn he was proud of you. Every day he would watch you work; watch you talk with the men and women of the community and play with the kids on your down time. He noticed the way you smiled when someone said something to you that you found funny and how quickly you were to react to whatever danger that tried to enter your home. Each passing day he sat there silently, admiring you, wishing he could talk to you again, missing your new fiery wit and sharp tongue.

He often found himself wondering if you would have had the same spitfire nature back at the Sanctuary, was it hiding inside you, waiting till the right time to be release. You radiated confidence in everything you did. Negan was somewhat sad that he wasn't the one who bought it out in the first place.

Negan was waiting for his dinner as usual, waiting for Gabe to bring it down but was surprised when you came down those stairs holding the tray instead. He noticed how you kept your head down and quickly passed it under the bars, the sound of it scraping on the concrete breaking the silence in the small room. "Are you going to ignore me for the rest of my life?" Negan asks, placing the tray on his cot. 'Gabe usually keeps me company while I eat." "Yeah, well I am not Gabe and if I had my way you wouldn't be getting anything from our pantry." You snap at him. "Especially nothing I risked my ass for"

"Shouldn't you be happy? If you had stayed with me, you would have been either captured, dead or abandoned again but here you are safe, and sound and I am the one being treated like a caged animal at the zoo." Negan says take a bite of his bread. You glare at him "I would be happier if you had never came here, if Rick didn't bring you back alive as far as I am concerned, you're still a threat to us." "I am unarmed, I have no men, no followers, nothing. I am not a threat." "You could kill a man with your bare hands, I fucking witnessed it once and that is a risk I really don't want to take, but since Rick is leader and he is content with you being kept like an animal then I have no say."

You get up to leave when you hear Negan say, "I'm sorry". You turn back to him, and he is standing at the bars, his arms hanging out casually, staring at you. "What did you say?"

"I said I am sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said back then. You were right, I was scared that I was going to lose it all and in the end I did. To me you were never overweight, you were perfect. You made me feel things that I haven't felt in a goddamn long time. Your smile, laugh, the way you look at me as if the world shone out my ass was why I could start my day, just knowing I could talk to you was enough for me."

"A little late for your "kind" words now don't Cha think? You could be saying this now so I will forgive you and let you go" you say pointing out the obvious. "I can tell you that I will not be the one setting you free" You growl as he gaze softens.

"I am 100% telling the truth. The day after you left, I went to your room to talk to you, when I entered and found it empty I went and searched the entire compound for you, I had Simon patrolling outside hoping you were just trying to prove something to us but when night fell, and you didn't come back I knew I fucked up and then you show up here that day and the feelings I felt seeing you, I can't describe."

"And yet you didn't learn, you did the same thing to Olivia. If you hadn't of said shit, maybe I would still be flying under the Negan radar." "You're right, I didn't learn and what I said to Olivia wasn't nice at all. I hurt you twice without even thinking."

You stand there looking at the once powerful Negan, "You are pathetic, a man like you never learns." You snarl as you get closer to the bars, "You are going to rot in here." You were so close to him; you could feel his breathe on your face. Negan was getting pissed off, he had tried to apologize, something that he never did, and you spat it back at him. He didn't want you to forgive right away but you didn't even give it time to sink it. You were so close, so angry, he couldn't help but get turned on, the scent of you drove him crazy.

He grabbed your arms, slamming you into the bars, you fought against him, but he covered your lips with his and you stopped fighting for a moment. Your lips were warm and soft just like he had imagined. His facial hair tickled your skin as you felt his tongue glide against you closed lips. You pulled away from his grip, using the back of your hand to wipe your lips of his kiss, you stood there staring in shock a minute before storming out of the cell and heading home. Negan watched you rush home, he could see your house from his cell, it was one of his past time favorites, watching you in your room, the silhouette of you always got his attention. When you thought no-one was watching you would sit on the windowsill and have a smoke, or just stare at the stars. Negan would watch you, wishing he could join you, to hear you laugh and smile at him as you spoke to each other.

His fingers touched his lips, remembering how soft they were, he had been wanting to kiss you since the day he found you.

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The next day Negan didn't see you around the compound, you didn't leave for a supply run, so you had to be in your home. "If you are looking for Y/N she not feeling well today so Rick gave her the day off" Gabe said passing him his food under the cell door. "Is she ok?" Negan asks not in the mood to eat, looking at the tray on the floor. "You tell me, she has never once taken a day off sick and the one time she comes down here and she is "unwell"? Want to tell me what happened?" Gabe ask sitting down next to Negan's cell.

"Nothing happened, she gave me the food and that is it" Negan lies. "I am a priest Negan, think of this like a confessional, whatever you say stays between us." Negan looks at the priest then sits next to him. "I tried to apologize for my past behavior, but she wasn't having any of it. Words got heated and when she got close enough, I grabbed her and kissed her, I don't know why I did that I just had the urge to pull her in, kiss her crazy but then she left without saying anything" Negan confesses.

Gabe looks at the man next to him, he now understands why you stayed home today. "Listen, I know I should not be doing this, but I will. First just I suggest give her time, I'll try and send her down next week to deliver your food, I can't promise anything ok" Negan nods and watches the man leave. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

3 DAYS LATER

Daryl comes to grab you for a supply run with him. You place you knife and guns on your hip and calf and walk over to his bike, knowing full well who is watching you. "Good morning, Y/N, I heard you have been sick lately I hope you are ok now" Negan says giving you that cocky smile you knew him for. "I don't need your concern Negan." You tie the bandana around your head and lean on Daryl's bike. "I don't want to hear that you have been unwell. Especially since you were the last one to see me before you got sick. Who knows what you gave me with our kiss." You look around and make sure no-one heard him; you storm over to his window. "What the fuck are you doing?" You growl as you kneel down. "I am doing nothing Y/N. I don't want to get sick to." He tilts his head as he looks at you. "You know damn well I am fine." "Which brings me to my next question, why were you hiding and pretending to be sick, surely the kiss wasn't that bad.?" "I was embarrassed ok" That was a lie, but you had hoped he couldn't tell. "You are OUR prisoner; it makes me look bad if anyone finds out about it." "We are adults, we can do what we want, why would it look bad?" Negan pushes you.

"If anyone in this community finds out our past it wouldn't look too good for me or Rick. He is the one keeping my secret about where I come from" You say spying Daryl approaching and you get up to leave. "You want me" Negan watches you turn around to face him again "Don't deny it, that kiss was just the tip of the iceberg. You may have told yourself that you have no feelings, nothing, for me but that is a lie, you want me just as much as I want you." You listen to him carefully and shake your head. " You only want me now because I am unattainable and skinny. You wouldn't be saying that if it was fat me" You leave before he can shout out anything. "Hey Daryl" you say as he hops on his bike, you jump on behind him, hugging his waist tightly as he goes to start the bike, you smirk back at Negan, resting your head on Daryl's back. "Hold on" Daryl shouts as he starts the bike up and rides out the gates. Negan feels the pits of jealously rising inside him.

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#daddy negan #jdm #jeffery dean morgan #negan smith #negan x reader #negan smut #negan x y/n #the walking dead negan #negan fanfiction #negan smith x you #negan fluff #negan angst #negan smith x reader #twd negan

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changbinsboobs · 9 months ago

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haii can you do skz ideal types? like physique and personality. thank youu

Hi:) since i want to do those readings properly im gonna do them one by one and since i already have some for individual members i'll use this ask to start with chan:)

So, i originally started doing an Ideal Type reading but it got hijacked😅 so i guess im reading on his current energy. I'll try to still add something about his ideal type if i manage getting past the bitter energy but i think ill have to redo it some other time since i believe his opinion would be very influenced by his current feelings right now.

Take it with a grain of salt!!!

Chan's current energy / Ideal Typ

For his physical type i got pretty weird cards ngl, 3 of them are the tower, 5 of cups and 5 of wands, the 4th one's queen of pentacles. Tbh i didn't really get any hints about anything physical. He seems angry and bitter.

I think this reading is gonna be hijacked by something else he wants to talk about. I sense he has had a bitter experience thats still fresh in his mind, i think he got dumped tbh!

Like im seeing a situation with lots of bickering. Ogmg ok wait i have so much to say about it this situation has so many layers!

He feels like he lost something great and regrets his stupid actions.

At the same time tho he thinks its that persons fault and if they were better he wouldn't have acted in a way that would get him dumped.

But then again he feels like he's at fault and regrets it a lot.

But he's also so angry cuz they kept having fights, and she kept exhausting him and he kept not being enough. He feels horrible when he's not enough! He doesn't want to feel like that. He wants to live up to her expectations, to peoples expectations. But he just couldn't in this situation with that person.

It seems like he actually got himself a high quality girl - the he couldn't keep obviously. And he's in so much distress with all his conflicting feelings and thoughts. Im sry but im getting a bit angry at him here🙄 its that male stupidity with lack of accountability whatsoever! You cant expect to give the bare minimum, to be an excuse of a "man" and except to get all the perks real man and masculinity gets you! Deal with the consequences bro🙄 -> not necessarily meaning him, im just seeing the picture from his view, so idk how "horrible" he actually was, i was rather talking about the general population of useless men that just have the audacity to expect the best when they themselves aren't worthy of it and then get mad when they can't keep it.

Anyways back to chan - im also getting mommy's boy vibes here omg its getting worse😩😭 i feel like with this situation he's like "forget her bro, she's not worth it. Your mom used to cook and clean, and take care of 3 children and do everything by herself and she didn't whine and was always so giving. I want a woman like that! This girl wasn't lie my mother - she's not worth it, get over her and stop feeling guilty." Don't take that monologue word for word i was rather training to paint the feeling behind his thoughts.

So yeah we have that...tbh i didn't expect him to have a reaction like that like with the comparison to his mom. The rest i expected, but this? Damn🥲

Also this whole situation seems very dramatic, but what I've noticed in the male population overall is that they tend to blow things way put of proportion, and so knowing chan and his tendencies for a victim-complex, pick me, delulu and stuff - im pretty sure this situation might've been not dramatic at all. Just 2-3 little discussions (not full blown arguments and fights as he depicts it) or even just opposing opinions, where he just felt attacked in some way just by her disagreeing or something...and then after a few dates or weeks of dating she politely told him she doesn't want to see him anymore cuz they don't see compatiable and he broke down.

Again idk how things are for real cuz i haven read the other girls energy nor have i read just the energy itself, im just reading HIS energy and perception, but it feels really needy and excagerated so thats whats leading me to believe that it might not be nearly as bad.

So i managed to get some cards on his ideal types personality only and i got those: 3 of cups, 6 of pentacles, page of cups & king of wands.

His types a younger, more innocent and inexperienced girl he can take care of and teach and lead.

She likes a girl that's social but shy. Someone he can take with when meeting his friends and show of. But as i said - social enough for him to be able to do that - but but also shy so he stays sure that theres no risk of her "going wild" (goddamn bro u forreal?��)

Im actually getting something about physical appearance - slender, middle hight, like just a bit shorter than him, prefferably forreign with lighter skin and ginger or light brown or dark blonde hair. Im also seeing big head? Like yk this type of body with very slender narrow shoulders, long lanky arms and legs, but a bigger head where it also seems disproportionate to the body? Its so specific i almost think thats what his last girl looked like.

And he also wants a girl thats submissive and will see up to him and make him feel like a boss or a king or a ...daddy (🤢 im sry i just cant hold in the cringe)

In conclusion - i think this ideal type i got from the cards isn't his true ideal type but rather something that came out of spite. Like if i had to guess he's describing the girl he lost, but without her empowering qualities so that he doesn't get hurt.

Judging on the energy of this reading and previous ones ive done i think he has had a think for strong dominant women because he's fascinated with inner strength and power and always wanted to conquer a woman like that because in his head it meant he has that amount of power and strength the said woman had and even more - since he has managed to tame and conquer her. Now that he's tried tho he got met with the cold reality and got a slap in the face realizing he might not be fit for the task just yet and is just sour about it😃

As weird and unexpected this reading was i really enjoyed it cuz it was really shocking to me actually and even gave me a bit of a slap in the face, reminding me how he's just a man...and that he apparently does stupid things like any other guy too.

#tarot reading #skz #stray kids #kpop #bang chan #ideal type

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cherrystales · 3 months ago

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In Dutch's Shoes (an analysis series) (rdr2 Chapter 1, part 1): Sleep, time, and loss

I think I'm going to officially start my Dutch van der Linde analysis series, starting with the very beginning of chapter 1.

Many people who play rdr2 think that, in Chapter 1, the gang has only been on the run for a few days when they reach Colter. HOWEVER, there are signs that point to this not being true, namely, Arthur's journal entry revealed on Day 2 in Colter, that begins like this:

"We have been running for weeks."

This could imply, since they've only been in Colter a couple of days, that the majority of that time was spent in the wagons. And since Davey only passed away just as they were reaching Colter, that means that, over the period of at least a week or so, Dutch had to watch Davey and Jenny slowly suffer and die.

What do you think that does to someone's mental state?

And that is not even MENTIONING the fact that Dutch has been awake for three days straight.

Symptoms that come with 72 hours of sleep deprivation include:

complex hallucinations, delusions, and DISORDERED THINKING.

It also takes a long time to recover from sleep deprivation that extreme.

Since the mission where you rescue John takes the entire first full day in Colter, it can be reasonably assumed that Dutch rests all day that day.

However, first thing the next morning, Dutch is up and moving, and urging the others to go after the O'Driscolls.

One day of rest does not fix that much sleep deprivation, so, in my opinion, he would still be feeling the effects of that sleep deprivation, especially on his mental processes.

And while many players assume that Dutch wants to go after the O'Driscolls for selfish reasons, I believe there is another possibility.

As Dutch and Arthur are heading out of Colter on the first night when they arrive, looking to make contact with either John or Micah, Arthur says:

"I can't believe we lost Davey, too."

And Dutch replies,

"He's the last one, Arthur. No more."

And what does Dutch say on the way to the O'Driscoll camp?

"I learned a long time ago that you hit Colm O'Driscoll. Wait for him, and people you love will die."

I believe that although there are possible selfish motivations, I also think that Dutch may have been paranoid and not wanting any further loss of life, of those he loves. The presence of the O'Driscolls alone, especially coming across them just as they'd managed to escape the law, would set anyone on edge. Dutch wanted a preemptive strike, to make sure the O'Driscolls didn't get them while they were weak (especially considering if you spare the O'Driscoll in the barn, he manages to make it back to Colm alive, and in the raid he says something to the effect of "you should've killed me while you had the chance." which means, logically, that he could've told Colm the Van der Linde Gang was present in the region).

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 community #rdr2 dutch van der linde #red dead redemption community #character analysis #in dutch's shoes

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munsons-melody · 1 year ago

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putting the x in sixx (part 2)

summary: with corroded coffin now on tour with the boys of mötley crüe, nikki sixx takes the time to keep trying to get to you

pairing: rockstar!boyfriend!Eddie x female!reader

cw: mentions drugs/drug abuse,

recommended song: you’re all i need by mötley crüe

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this was a request and i was over the moon to write it!! also not very proofread :)

requested? yep :))

masterlist

part 1 can be found here

i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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"uh huh... yes... yes of course... yep... okay... okay great thanks man" eddie said as he hung up the phone, turning to you with the biggest smile on his face

"good news?" you asked excitedly, moving up from your laying position on the couch, turning off the tv

"we're going on tour!" eddie screamed, jumping up and down causing you to giggle

"wait what? huh? explain!" you leaped from the couch to where he walked over to the living room

"that was our manager, he apparently talked to his buddy doc who talked to the boys of mötley crüe and said they loved our sound and our stage presence and when they go on tour they want us to open!" he explained, talking fast

your jaw dropped and you squealed, pulling him in close, wrapping your arms around his neck as you jumped and your legs wrapped around his waist

he held you close until you heard a small sniffle, and moved so you carefully landed on the ground

"eddie baby you okay?" you asked, moving a few strands of hair away from his face and wiping a tear that was falling down his cheek

he nodded and sniffled again, wiping the tears away from his face and looked at you

"i just can't believe it, i'm so happy" he admitted as you held his face gently and leaned into kiss him

as you pulled away, your brow furrowed in confusion "wait don't you need to tell the rest of the band?" you let out a small chuckle and eddie's eyes widened

"oh shit yeah thank you love you" he said, kissing you fast before running to the phone again

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it was 2 weeks later and tour rehearsals were in full swing along with corroded coffin recording songs for their new album and mötley crüe doing endless press for their girls, girls, girls album that had just come out

you hadn't seen much of the boys of mötley crüe due to their heavy promo schedule, occasionally seeing vince in the studio helping eddie with some vocals, and of course, mick just appearing randomly, fueling yours and Eddie's inside joke that he truly was an alien with superpowers- reminding you of a specific girl that once escaped hawkins lab that led you to meet eddie

"god i'm just so excited for the tour!" you said excitedly, walking in between Jeff and Gareth into the rehearsal studio

eddie was stuck at the recording studio with dougie for another hour while you accompanied the boys to the rehearsal space as they deemed it necessary you be there since eddie couldn't

"me too! can you believe we're actually here and doing this?" gareth replied, matching the excitement in your voice

the three of you continued to talk as you walked through the corridors of the large building before appearing at the double doors before the room that served as the rehearsal room

you already heard Vince, singing out the last few high notes of 'dancing on glass' when the three of you walked in, standing there watching them finish up the song

once they were done, you clapped along with jeff and gareth and nikki looked at you, smiling

"great guys, take 5... and no bump- we have a lot to get through today" doc said in a grumpy voice before patting mick on the back and turning to talk to some other important looking person

nikki set down his bass carefully on its stand and walked over to where you were standing

"hey stranger" he said and you felt a blush creep onto your face

"hey yourself" you replied back with a smile

"didn't know you were going to be here today" he said casually and you nodded, turning to where gareth was once standing until you realized he was in conversation with jeff and their manager steve

"yeah well eddie's stuck in the studio for another hour and the guys wanted me to come watch them rehearse so here i am" you joked and he chuckled

"well i'm very glad you got to see us perform a little bit of our song" he said

"me too, i'm excited to see it on stage in a month when tour starts" you admitted, tucking your hair behind your ear while nikki gave you a confused look

"wait are you coming with us?" he asked and you nodded

"uh yeah i'm staying with eddie for the entire tour" you smiled and he did a slow nod and pursed his lips

"good to know" he said with a smirk when you heard tommy yell "sixx! we're doing girls now!"

"that's my cue... maybe you should stick around and watch us play, i'm very good at doing girls" he winked at you before turning around and walking back to where his bass sat

it didn't click until you heard the intro to their hit girls girls girls, that you understood the joke and for a second you felt stupid before you realized that nikki was hitting on you again... was he always this persistent with every other girl he's ever slept with? not like it mattered anyways, you were with eddie, and the happiest you've ever been

before you can fathom another thought about nikki, talking to you, the door swung open, and you saw eddie and dougie, walking in with smiles plastered on their faces

eddie immediately walked up to you and gave you the biggest kiss and wrapped his arms around you

"hey you still had like half an hour left before you had to be here?" you questioned with a laugh and he pulled back to look at you

"it's crazy, i just was able to sing every perfect note with the right amount of energy and dougie just knew the exact notes of what to play to help me and it was like everything just clicked and we finally nailed it, so now i can watch the rest of their rehearsal with you" he smiled, lacing your finger together

your heard the drums starting up along with the guitars and bass, and took eddie to one of the couches facing the set up as vince started singing

you've heard this song at least a thousand times, and you liked it too, but as you were sitting with eddie's arm around you, half your back leaned into his chest, it was hard to watch them perform with nikki's eyes fixed on you

this might be a long tour... you thought to yourself

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the past week had been a blur with traveling all up and down the east coast, but you were finally in New York City, after a month into the tour

you were hanging out in the dressing room while corroded coffin did their sound check

you heard their songs being played in a row so many times within the past month that you took the opportunity to hang out in the dressing room and get a moment to yourself

you had just flipped, open a new magazine, and lay down on one of the plush couches in the room when there is a knock at the door, and before you could even get up to answer it, it was none other than Nikki walking into the room

"oh shit hey sorry didn't know you were in here" he laughed, attempting to turn around to walk out when you got up

"oh, no, it's fine, i just needed a break from everything, god this tour has been so hectic... i don't even know how you can put up with it all" you joked and he chuckled

"with this my dear" he laughed and pulled out a small bottle that you immediately recognized

"ah yeah right" you said, awkwardly smiling at him as he sat down at the table across from you

you aren't uncomfortable with drugs, as your boyfriend used to be a dealer back when you two were in high school but you've never actually seen anyone snort anything right in front of you

"want some?" he asked as he set it up on the table and you shook your head

"no thanks i'm good" you said as he took out a card from his pocket

he did his business and as his head came up, he looked at you, his eyes looking straight into yours

"what?" you asked, secretly praying that he wasn't somehow going to just OD right in front of you with how long he was staring at you before he finally spoke, which calmed your nerves

"i don't know why the fuck i can't stop thinking about you, but jesus christ i've fucked every girl i wanted, and yet you're still on my mind..." he said, fiddling with the card in his hand

you looked at him with raised eyebrows before you finally found the courage to speak again

"oh wow uhm... that's blunt" you choked out

"i'm that type of guy" he said before taking in another line

"listen nikki-"

"god even the way you say my name is so hot" he breathed out and you found yourself blushing yet again at his words

"i will admit years ago before i met eddie... i had the biggest crush on you and yes if i wasn't in the the most amazing loving relationship with eddie and these were all different circumstances, then it probably would've happened, but that's not what's going on and honestly, i highly doubt you'll even remember this conversation in a few hours" you finally said as he just stared at you

the tension was so thick you could chop it with an ax, and it would still be there, but eventually he leaned up from a seat, and took another line before falling back into his chair

"if i could turn back time" he started to sing and you let out a laugh

"if i could find a way" he continued

"oh now you're gonna try and seduce me with cher?" you joked and he let out a laugh

"no just manifesting i build a time machine and go back in time" he said, staring at the ceiling

"you know, for someone who likes to sleep around and not commit or come off as anything more than being a sexual partner to the opposite sex, you do have very romantic words" you admitted with a laugh and he shook his head with a smile

"i think tommy and his stupid hopeless romanticness is rubbing off on me" he laughed and you smiled

you heard cheers and screams from outside your door when it burst open to see a very wet corroded coffin barging into the room

"oh my god babe it started raining when we were outside on the stage and so after we finished up the last song we ran around on the grass and it was the most amazing thing!" eddie yelled walking to you and shaking his hair like a wet dog

"agh! babe!" you squealed with a laugh as he went to pick you up

you turned to run so he wouldn't pick you up to get you all wet but as you did, you fell right into nikki who was getting up

you landed on him he sat in the chair, your bum pressed against his crotch perfectly

"shit sorry!" you said, scrambling to get up

"don't ever apologize for getting this close to me" he quickly whispered, looking into your eyes before you got up, looking at eddie who had his head flipped over as he dried his long hair with a towel

"see you tonight boys! have a good show!" nikki yelled before giving you one last glance and headed out the door

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it was an hour before showtime, and you sat with Eddie on the small loveseat in the dressing room, pretending to be in your own little bubble before you had to share your boyfriend with the rest of the world well the rest of the boys were trying to hype each other up and blasting the radio

you ended up telling him about everything that happened with nikki that day, and you sat there feeling guilty for no reason when eddie grabbed your hand and locked his fingers with yours

"y/n there's no reason to feel bad, i'm just thankful o have a girlfriend that's loyal enough to me that when nikki sixx is hitting on her, she doesn't cave, especially when you had the biggest crush on him... i love you and i trust you and just know that nothing you do will ever change that for me" he said, looking at you, bringing his other hand up to gently stroke your cheek

"i love you too eds" you said, immediately feeling better, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and the two of you switched positions so you could lay down together

"and honestly if you're feeling uncomfortable, i have no problem fighting him, he'll probably be too doped up to even realize he's in a fight" he joked causing you to laugh

"thanks but babe have you ever actually won a fight outside DnD?" you questioned and his face dropped into an expression of confusion and thinking

"uh not technically, well this one time-" you cut him off by kissing him and the second you pulled away, you could see the enamoration and love he has for you wash over his face

"when do we stop in Vegas?" you asked and he looked away for a moment as he thought about the schedule

"uh maybe like 2 weeks from tomorrow i think our show is there? why?" he asked and you smiled

"i think we should get married" you said as a smile grew on eddie's face

"you want to elope?" he asked and you nodded

"the whole nikki thing made me further realize that the only man i ever want to be with for the rest of my life is you eds, and i think it'll be romantic just the two of us together"

"sounds like a plan" he said ecstatically, kissing you

"wait what about nancy? didn't you and her already start planning wedding stuff, aren't you each others maids of honor or something?" eddie asked you once you pulled away

"what she doesn't know can't hurt her" you joked

soon enough, it was time for the boys to go on stage, and you kissed Eddie one last time before he ran from the side of the stage into the center as the music started to play

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you had just finished corroded coffin's set and were in the middle of watching mötley crüe's set, standing in the private section of the crowd to catch a couple of their songs before you headed back to the tour bus

"this next one goes out to someone in particular, hope you know i remembered the conversation babe" nikki said as the beginning of 'you're all i need' started to play

you looked at eddie, who was looking right at you and you both let out a small laugh, knowing about the conversation you had with nikki earlier and how you believed that he wouldn't even realize what he said till just now

"you know i love this song" you joked as you moved his arms around your waist and yours around his neck

you were pulled in close to eachother, enjoying the song as you stared into each others eyes and stealing kisses from eachother, feeling like the only two people in the arena

"yeah, i know you" he smiled

"you could probably write a better ballad that's all about me" you said and eddie shook his head with a smile

"don't you think nikki will be upset i'll have my own personal love song dedicated to only you as your wonderful, soon to be husband?" eddie said with a laugh and you let out a chuckle

"what he doesn't know can't hurt him" you smiled

fin.

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lovelaurs · 11 months ago

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Oooh more requests??? Part 2 of the zane one by chance?? Remember your water :D

AN UNDERSTANDING | part 2

you can find part 1 here!

pairing : mcd zane x gn reader synopsis : after receiving a job from the great priest zane, you accept it and begin working as his secretary. but, as you continue your job, you begin to notice that something is a bit... off about the priest. tags : romantic, build up, tension, fascination, workplace relationship word count : 1.1k a/n : oh man oh man i was REALLY excited to write this one! after leaving the original on such a cliffhanger, i actually thought about writing a sequel just for sillies anyway, so i'm really glad someone requested it! i definitely went slightly into the more darker side of zane along with his infatuation with the reader this time, so i hope you enjoy!' - by the way, i do intend on making a part 3 after the rest of my requests are done! can't wait to explore this story more!

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It’s been a few weeks since you began your job as High Priest Zane’s secretary.

Along with the job coming with an immense salary you could never dream of having, you were also provided with your very own accommodations; in which you can serve the priest far more efficiently (his own words).

When you originally told your family about your new job, they didn’t believe you, berating you for taking the attention away from your elder sibling who recently got a promotion. It wasn’t until a group of O’Khasis knights and a carriage was brought around in front of your house that your family finally believed you.

As you began to bring all of your belongings to the carriage with the help of the knights, your family pleaded with you to share your earnings with them. Guilt tripping you and saying things along the lines of “You’re abandoning your own blood!” and “You can’t just turn your backs on us!”. Of course, you responded by purposely turning your back to them, inciting a rage in your family as the carriage took off to your new home.

A smile graced your lips as you watched them fade away from sight.

You would not miss their company one bit.

When you were brought to your quarters, you could barely stop your jaw from dropping at just how big the room was. The space itself was bigger than your family’s house; with windows large enough to start from the ceiling and end by the floor, to a massive carpet beneath your boots, and the ginormous bed they laid at the middle back wall of the room.

That doesn’t even begin with the wardrobe packed full of official-like clothes for your job!

It was amazing.

You would make sure to thank the High Priest for this later.

Of course, besides the room, there was the job you were given as well.

Besides the basic job of organizing papers, setting up meetings, and managing his schedule, things looked like they were going to get… messy.

It all started off easy, with the High Priest giving you directions as to what your job entailed; giving you a basic outline as to what he expected from you and how you were to act. It was pretty intense, but hey, that’s what you expected from someone in a high level of power such as his.

As weeks went by, your job became more and more interesting. Usually during meetings, you would be asked by High Priest Zane to take notes, however, as of recently whenever he’d meet with one of the members of the Jury, you would be asked to step into the hallway as they spoke.

Now, you have never been impolite, so you’ve never once purposely eavesdropped on a conversation. However…

It wasn’t your fault that the voices from behind the door were loud enough to hear, right?

You couldn’t help but overhear a scuffle from behind the door, a raised voice along with a thump.

What the hell was going on in there?

After a bit of a wait, a disgruntled member of the Jury rushed out the door, mumbling some sort of curses against the priest, leaving the door ajar.

Guessing it wasn’t that great of a meeting.

You took the opportunity of the opened door to peak your head in, taking a look around the room.

What you saw confused you, as the rug before his desk was moved slightly, with something on the floor that looked like… is that a tooth? And there seemed to be a stain by the edge of the carpet as well…

Just what happened during this meeting of theirs?

Your eyes soon found the priest, facing the window with his hands behind his back.

Without turning around, but seemingly sensing your presence, his voice echoed through the room. “Ah, that was quite a meeting.” He turned around to face your peeping eyes. “You can come in, you know.”

Shit.

Your body practically froze for a few seconds, hoping he was referring to someone else. But when it seemed that no one else was around, you began to slowly move toward his desk.

“High Priest Zane, I apologize for-” “Please, just call me Zane.” He rounded his desk and began to walk around you, his watchful eye never leaving you. “If we truly are going to work together I hope that we can be our true selves around each other, yes?”

You nodded. “Yes, High Pr- I mean Zane.”

“Good, good. Seems we’re already getting more acquainted.” His deep voice gave you chills as he continued to pace around you. “You know, those clothes I picked out for you truly make you look like a different person than when I first met you.” He smirked as he watched you repeatedly turn around to face him.

“You picked these out?”

He let out a deep chuckle. “Why of course I did. I have a keen eye for fashion, can’t you tell?” His hand gestured to his own attire as his eye wandered over you once more. He then turned to the door and shut it.

He was mad at you, wasn’t he? You peeped in when you weren’t supposed to and now you’re going to get fired- oh my Irene he’s definitely mad. The man began to approach you slowly. His boots sounded against the wooden floor before finally making contact with the carpet you stood on.

He approached you slowly, coming face to face with you. He slowly began to reach his hand out to your face, in which you responded by closing your eyes. You couldn’t help but gulp, which resulted in him humming in response.

You could feel his hot breath against your skin.

You slowly felt him as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before he leaned in to whisper to you.

“You truly fascinate me.” His hand then cupped your cheek with his palm which caused you to open your eyes.

What you were met with was an extraordinary blue; one like you’ve never seen. You never noticed from afar, but close up? His eye was so enchanting, especially when it was focused on you.

You could barely tell that your own lips opened slightly as you were in awe of your superior’s appearance. He looked so ethereal up close- as if he were one of the gods you heard about in preachings before.

He began to lean in closer, causing your nerves to grow.

The priest simply placed a kiss on your forehead, before slowly pulling his hands back from you.

The action left you stunned.

As he walked past you to his desk, you simply stood in the middle of the room frozen, not knowing what in Irene’s name you should do next.

“I think that’ll be all for today.” He spoke nonchalantly, sitting in his chair while beginning to sign different papers. "You are dismissed."

You gave a quick “excuse me” as you left the room, your heart racing as you made your way to your own quarters for the night.

Your mind couldn’t help but be left scrambled after such a scenario.

What just happened?

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

#lovelaurs fics #lovelaurs inbox #they had a consensual workplace relationship your honor #zane ro'meave x reader #zane x reader #zane ro'meave #mcd zane #minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries x reader #mcd x reader #aphmau zane #minecraft diaries zane

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theside-b · 10 months ago

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That's a wrap on The Boyfriend and I honestly like it so much! Really hoping for a season two and currently sat and waiting for the special reunion episode!

Every pot has it's kettle, glad Shun found his in Dai — personally I wouldn't have handled that whole tantrum over a t-shirt and being compared to an ex but okay — also really pleased that Kazuto chose to pursue Alan on his own pace (something that Alan has hinted at in socials and seems more than okay with it [I still don't get where people see how Kazuto and Usak would be a good match thou]).

Gensei and Taeheon were such beautiful souls to watch, a shame Gensei got stuck in that awful loop with Ryota, but his tender moments with the rest of the cast were lovely and so were Taeheon's — I still can't believe they were not fighting for that man.

Accompanying Ryota sure was a journey, in a way he was similar to Ikuo in the crush department, failing in love almost randomly (I still question if that was a editing issue, since the show skips large periods of time). Ryota's infatuation for Kazuto was what made me think that Alan was the right choice for the chef, as soon as Alan realized that Kazuto didn't enjoyed being hounded (which was what most of them did [Ikuo's "would you allow me to fall in love with you?" still haunts me] he immediately backed down and let Kazuto set the pace between them).

Overall I thought it was a great show, very engaging with a colorful cast and very interesting dynamics, for example I thought the whole anonymous letter thing from the first week was underutilized, it created tension, excitement and confusion all in one go, they could've have used it more. It was also great having them doing something, the coffee business was fundamental for the show and it worked really well (although after Kazuto's reign they should install new rules prohibiting immediate repeats, that man was putting it in the work), and the dates were all unique, which was nice.

I do know it managed to score the coveted Nº1 spot in Netflix Japan, and considering how the threshold for realities are, I assume a season 2 is not far off, that and the fact that the boys also scored a special reunion episode.

My wish for a potential season two: Usak's return, really think he was overwhelmed by the whole thing but would do better a second time around. More participants. Usak, Alan and Ikuo all managed to change the atmosphere of the house when they showed up, Kazuto as well once he returned in full-capacity. Having a player disrupt the on-going vibe makes for a great show. And the setting: Maybe move the boys to the mountains, or to the city, a different season maybe, like a chilly winter working in a different business. And more dates. Don't get me wrong, I loved the idea that for you to score a date is needs to be mutual — Dai being crushed on the pajama party round was brutal, but highly entertaining lol But they were few and far in-between, so having more or even creating impromptu ones could be fun.

#the boyfriend netflix #it was soooo gooood #honestly alan was the mvp in my books #super empathetic and the big brother of the whole house

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sugoi-and-spice · 1 year ago

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My actual prediction for [REDACTED's] fate at the end of MHA, and just my big ol' meta on the whole situation.

Sadly, I don't think Shigaraki is coming back to life. I really fucking hope he does, but I can't believe it for two weeks and then watch it not happen, I will break . Yeah Horikoshi loves his fake out deaths... But idk, Shigaraki 's body is pretty damn gone. And he tends to pull his punches less when it comes to villains (Twice anyone?!)

I truthfully think the best chance we have of seeing him again is through One for All.

Shigaraki 100% transferred OFA back to Deku with that last bloody fist bump. That moment was a huge part of Horikoshi’s original ending with Bakugo, and I wouldn’t be surprised (or mad) if he decided to try to work it into this new version of his ending.

I think we probably will see Shigaraki again and get some more of that context and closure that we’re looking for, but it will be as a vestige within OFA. That’s my prediction, that’s the best direction that I can imagine this ending going in my little lizard writer brain. And I don’t think I’ll be mad about that. (But idk man, talk to me again in like 2 weeks lol).

I’ve always had a hard time believing that Shigaraki was going to make it out of this series alive. Of course, I’ve always wanted Horikoshi to find a clever way for him to do so without totally betraying his character -- I never believed that Shigaraki should fully join the side of the heroes. It’s just so antithetical to his mission and the message of MHA, nor could he ever just… live a normal life with every crime he committed, and him spending his life in prison would be just as miserable as him dying like this imo, no fucking freedom there. Sure, the simp in me wanted an ending where he got a redemption and life, but I certainly wasn’t optimistic. It would be a HARD fucking thing to do. I certainly don’t know how I would do it if I was in Horikoshi’s shoes, as a fellow professional writer (not just of romance either. I write and edit YA action fiction in my normie job, fun fact). I had hoped Horikoshi would figure it out, and a part of me is obviously hoping that Kurogiri managed to pull some hijinks and somehow warp him away, then he and his friends go on to live like little rats the way they have for the majority of the series, forever, buuuut-

I did always have a feeling he was probably going to go the Vader route.

Honestly, him dying beating the shit out of All for One is a pretty great exit for his character, feels more true than him sacrificing himself for the heroes’ side or humanity’s sake. It is the quickness with which this all occurred, the off-screen rescuing he had by Nana Shimura, and the lack of bodily autonomy in his death that I think is pissing people off. (It’s certainly what’s pissing me off). If we had even just gotten a moment of him having full control of his body again, looking up to the sky and seeing his friends waiting for him as he decayed away – or you know, just a death that lasted longer then two damn pages – I think the reactions wouldn’t be so visceral.

That being said. Horikoshi is a master chef, particularly when it comes to stories of recovering from trauma and getting closure, as well as tying up loose threads imo (remember when everyone though that he FORGOT the traitor plotline? Boy was that an embarrassing time for the fandom lmao), and this man has been cooking for a while now. MHA has been the best it has ever been in this Final Saga and I don’t think he’s done with this dish just yet, nor do I think he’s done with Shigaraki. Physically? Probably. But everything that Shigaraki represents and stands for in this series, no I don’t think this is the end of that. Just because we didn’t see those moments we wanted in this last chapter, doesn’t mean we won’t see them in the next.

So as shell-shocked as I am right now to see my ultimate comfort character (who I have a tattoo of by the way lol) fade away into dust, I’m gonna trust the process and Horikoshi for now.

It ain’t over til it’s over, as it were.

Peace.

(And all that being said, I probably will still write a fix it fanfic where he lives instead, regardless of how this is handled lmao)

#mha423 #bnha423 #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers

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dragonagitator · 2 years ago

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Spell to help heal a malfunctioning elevator:

Vegvisir, an Icelandic magical stave for the protection of travelers.

Scroll with the invocation "Gods and Goddesses of travelers, spirits of the land: Please heal, protect, and bless our elevator. Thanks."

Pretty little spice jar from my new favorite local hardware store (I like the vibes there).

A collection of healing crystals cleansed in salt and then charged in the light of Saturday's full moon (left to right):

Green Sandstone: "calming & uplifting" "renews & restores your depleted energies"

Fire & Ice Quartz: "cleanses energy" "balances energies" "connection to higher dimensions" [and floors, I hope]

Madagascar Tumbled Indigo Gabro: "strength & confidence" "protection" "transmutes negative energy & electromagnetic frequencies"

Aqua Aura Quartz: "master healing qualities" "interdimensional travel" [I figure if it can help one travel between dimensions then travel between floors should be easy, right?]

Raw Clear Calcite: "transmutes negative energy" "amplifies positive vibrations throughout any space" "powerful energy purifier!"

Angel Aura Amethyst: "transmutes negative energy into love" "protection from all types of harm"

Chiastolite: "strength, power, & perseverance" "protection against negative energy" "used to ward off curses & spells"

Honeycomb Calcite: "gently uplifts & amplifies energies"

Lava Stone: "grounding" "endurance & energy stability"

(Descriptions copied down from the cards at the crystals store. I don't actually know anything about crystals, I just read through all of the descriptions of all the crystals they had in stock and selected the ones that seemed of particular relevance to an elevator that keeps blowing a circuit board every time the elevator repair guys turn it back on.)

After assembling, I cupped the spell jar in my hands while focusing my intentions on "please start fucking working again, it's been a fucking week, for fucks sake!"

I gave it to the property manager this morning and he promised to tuck it into a corner of the elevator maintenance access closet. I believe that he'll actually follow through on that because the elevator repair company has been here every day and can't even figure out what's wrong much less how to fix it, and he's been bearing the brunt of the tenant ire over that.

Meanwhile, we just moved into a top floor apartment last week, the elevator broke in between loads (not our fault, the elevator maintenance company broke it during a scheduled upgrade), and 2/3rds of our stuff has been sitting in storage for a week until today, when property management finally gave up waiting for the elevator to get fixed and paid for some professional movers to haul it up the stairs for us.

So both the property manager and I have reached the point of "fuck it, let's try witchcraft."

#please pray for my elevator #witchcraft #spells #crystals

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siri-ike · 6 months ago

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2500 hours of audio

Authers note: to be completely honest I forgot about this until I got a notification that someone rebloged it. So I guess have a part two.

Part 1

reasearch links: affects of isolation

Donnie's nice and accurate account of events in exact detail and order of occurrence, category 6: severe injuries and illnesses. Part 172: Leo's recovery from the prison dimension part 1.

"Mission log. I've managed to avoid the enemy for now"

"Enemy? He must be talking about Kraang."

playing hour 59.

"59? No, Shelldon. Rewind to the start."

If Donnie didn't know better, he'd say Leo had been listening to these himself. Even if we accept that he'd been stuck for a bare minimum of 2500 hours, assuming he hadn't talked to it the full week he had it before the prison dimension, and also assuming that he was talking to it 24/7 from capture to rescue. Which is unlikely, even for him.

104 days is just so hard to even comprehend.

Donnie looks over at Leo, sleeping peacefully.

"I'm... sorry you had to endure that, Nardo."

rewind complete.

"Play recording."

"Leo's notes: found some jewelry that fell into the sewer. Mostly, engagement rings, wedding rings, and class rings. None of them fit me, of course, so I'm gonna sell them for pizza money."

Click.

"Shelldon, skip to when he got sent to the prison dimension."

Right, gotta reprogram his artificial intelligence.

"Fast forward 10 minutes."

He could probably get a solid 10 minutes of rambling in a week.

"I don't know how to lead. Raphs, the oldest, why couldn't he just stay leader? Or if it had to be someone else, why not pick April? She's just as good at rushing in without a plan. Maybe even better. Or Mikey, he can get anyone to like him. Remember when he got all the kids in the mystic library to follow him?" Leo shudders audibly. "Maybe I should just ask dad. Or maybe I should wait for Donnie to finish rebuilding Shelldon so I can ask him and then have him erase his own memory. Yeah, that's it. Don! Buddy! Tello. What's up?"

Click

"I remember this. He asked me about my progress rebuilding you. I thought he actually wanted to hear about the process of, ugh never mind, it's not important. Shelldon, fast forward 2 minutes."

Click.

"Leo's notes: Pick up 125 pizzas, any toppings."

Finally.

"Leo's notes: uhm, sorry I haven't talked in a while, things got really crazy for, I think it was a few days. Anyway, Kraang got bored of kicking my shell for so long. I could have sworn I'd be dead by now, but it's like no matter what he does to me, I can't die."

"OK, I've been fiddling with the wrist comm for a while, Donnie put a bunch of 8 bit games on it like frogger, snake, and pong. At least I'll have something to do. At least until I run out of battery... I definitely need it too, It's barely been, what 8, 9 hours? And I'm already talking to a photo."

Click.

Donnie looks up from sanitizing his surgical equipment (ok, so it's really Leos, but it's not like he's using it right now) to remark snidely

"As if I would make a machine that runs on batteries. These babies run by replenishing quartz energy converters. You just have to move it around to charge it. I got the idea from these old watches, you know just because an idea is old doesn't mean it can't be utilized by my extreme gen-"

He stops as he looks over at his unconscious brother.

"Some other time, perhaps."

setting reminder for "other time"

"Shelldon, disregard previous order."

reminder canceled

Donnie sits back down and presses a button on his console.

"Update. I beat snake. Turns out if you manage to make the snake fill the whole screen, the game just ends. And it only took me like- 178 hours according to the time log... I can't believe I've been playing snake nonstop for 178 hours. I'm not even tired or hungry. It makes sense kind of. I mean, they were in here for a thousand years, weren't they? Probably don't need food or sleep"

"Dear wrist comm, Kraang found me again. spent a couple hours getting thrown around, totaly ruined my frogger streak. I could have sworn he cracked your screen. Can things also not 'die' here?"

"I think I've been here for about 8 to 10 days. Hopefully, the next thing Don adds to the wrist comms is a clock. Maybe he's hearing this all the way back home. Are you? Are you listening in on me? Sneaky pancake."

"Kraang ruined my rock sculptures of you guys! Can you believe that? He's suck a jerk. We have an entire dimention! It's not like I go around breaking the stuff he makes. Even if he did make things, I wouldn't destroy it! I almost feel bad for the other two Kraang. I can't imagine having this guy as a brother."

"I ran into some people here. They looked somewhat human. Like the aliens in the first Jupiter Jim film: the 1968 classic Jupiter Jim's Atomic adventure in space. Before they had the budget for alien costumes or a full 20 minutes of film. So they just hired some college students and heavily contoured them. Exept the guys I met were also short. So, short. Like. Shorter than me, anyway, I'm gonna follow them to see what's up."

Click.

"That's strange I didn't pick up any other life signs. Check again."

the only signs of life picked up by Leo's wrist comm were his own and kraang

"They got a flying car, it looks so 60s. I half expect it to have lava lamp floors."

"Reminder: ask Donnie to make the floor in my room a lavalamp."

"Wait, no, a waterbed floor. That way, the whole floor is a bed."

"I got even closer, and they use 60s slang, too. Like daddyo, check and far out. I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say the word splitsville. I'm gonna try to talk to them. How do I look... yeah, like a homeless person, I know, I meant more like. Do I look approachable?... No, no raving loonatic is not my idea of approachable. Hang on."

"Ok, I dusted off my bandana, harness, and wrappings. Is this presentable enough?... too bad, cause it's the best we're gonna get."

Click

"Maybe it's a robot? Inorganic life wouldn't be detected on the scanners. That would explain why we can't hear a response. It's just communicating through text." Donnie denies.

"They call themselves Neutrinos. Their people are the original inhabitants of the prison dimension. Which means that somehow, they have been avoiding the Kraang for generations. Isn't that great, I'm not alone."

"Is there such a thing as interdimentional ethics?"

"If I had a nickel every time our world sent genocidal balls of over-chewed gum to the neutrinos dimention, I'd have two nickels. It's not a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice."

"It happened, I've officially survived a whole month in the prison dimension. Wooo." Leo says flatly. "Should have had the foresight to bring a cake, no; pizza... who am I kidding? If I had either, I would have eaten it by now."

"I met the Neutrinos again. Currently following their directions to a village inside a meteor. I can't wait to spend some time with people. I was about to start losing it."

"They've got everything here. Plants, technology, people, a religion. I guess those just pop up whenever you have a group of people living together."

"They're no teenage mutant ninja turtles, but it's a community. And if I'm being completely honest, I think I would even take the company of Meat Sweats right now over nothing."

"I guess this place isn't without strings attached. If I want to stay, I have to join a religious faction. I thought it was all one belief system, but it turns out there are three major ones and, like, 20 small ones. All of them want me on their side, and I suspect that whichever one I choose will try to use me to 'sort out' the others as they put it... but... I can't be alone again. I was alone for 36 days, and it was,-" Leo's voice breaks. "... I can't do that again." He stutters.

"Ok, what would Lou Jitsu do? Dad would probably pick the cannibalism faction. So I can rule that one out. What would Leo do?... I would pick the most powerful group because they've been offering me the most. I can't do that, I'm pretty sure they are evil. They wanted all neutrinos shorter than 3 feet to classify as property. That's like, almost half of them. The second most powerful is no better because they want all neutrinos who have antena to be executed. What is wrong with these people? What would Donnie do? The permanent social distancing faction. Eh, ruling that one out, too. Raph, probably the solving everything with love and snuggles faction. Nice but impractical against Kraang. Plus, their leader tried to make me assassinate the leaders of other factions so they might be messy. April would try to expose each of these dangerous liars, but it seems like everyone already knows they're corrupt. Mikey... he'd just take them over. I guess I could do that. I mean, I'm much bigger and stronger than all of them put together. No, then I would be ruling through force, and I've only lived here for 3 days. I can't decide what's best for them when they've survived well over a thousand years on their own. I think the best choice would be to leave. I can't be of any help here."

"Donnie! Time for breakfast!" Mikey shouts from outside the room

Click.

"I'll be right there"

"Was that Leo's voice? Is he awake?" He asks excitedly.

"No, just some recordings. Could you bring my dinner in here? I can't leave him alone."

"You look awful. Did you sleep? And, no, you can't have breakfast here because Draxum said he needs to look at your wounds." Mikey waves his arms around, showing off the new bandages and braces.

Donnie looks guiltily at Leo, still sleeping.

"I'll stay. I'll even snuggle him. He won't miss you a bit, " Mikey said teasingly, clearly trying to get a response.

And usually, that would get a rise out of him. But right now, Donnie doesn't want to be missed. He just doesn't want his brother to be alone anymore.

Donnie hasn't even left the room before Mikey's gotten all cuddly in bed with Leo. Turtle shells aren't exactly the softest blanket to wrap yourself in, but Leo probably wants to be touched way more than he wants to be comfortable. Besides, it's well past time for Donnie to get the cracks on this arm examined. Yeah, that's it. It's not like he's avoiding the other 2489 hours of Leo's mad ramblings.

"Hmn," Leo purrs,leaning into Mikeys affectionate embrace.

"I knew you'd appreciate a good cuddle 😘. Even if you sleep for a thousand years, I'll still hold you tight." A realization dawns on Mikeys face. "I might be dead by then, so you'll just be nuzzling a skeleton 🤭. But at that point, you really can't be picky."

good morning, donnatello. would you like to continue playing the recordings

"Shelldon, I'm Mikey. Donnie left the room."

do any of us truly leave the room

"What?"

playing recording

"Wait, no -"

"Nothing is real! All of it, it was a hallucination. The Neutrinos, the flying car, Barbara Walters, the village. It was just my imagination... is anything real? Is Kraang even real? Are you real?!"

"Leo?"

"IS THIS ALL THERE IS? Just wandering around forever, talking to myself, and making up others to talk to?"

"Leo," his voice fell flat this time.

"They're really not coming to save me. I probably told them not to. That sounds like me. But, I still thought. *sniff* This is so selfish. If they tried to get me out, they'd risk releasing Kraang. It's better this way. *sniff* They're better off without me. Sure, they'll be upset at first. But, then. Raph'll be less stressed, Donnie will be free to focus on his own projects instead of constantly building stuff I ask him to." He inhails unsteadily. "Someone else'll be team medic, probably Don or April, and they'll figure out that Mikey needs glasses. Real glasses. Which means he won't crash into stuff anymore because they'll actually deal with it instead of putting it off to avoid sneak attacks from doctor feelings, doctor delicate touch, and doctor positive." He sounds out of breath. "Dad finally won't have to deal with me either. He won't have to admit he was wrong to make me lead. And April can finally graduate without me constantly distracting her. *sniff* Th'this is b'better."

"Shelldon, stop the recording." Donnie says from the doorway.

"He, he," Mikey blubers out. "How long was he..." he's too mortified to finish.

"By this point, at least more than a month and 3 days. If we assume every 11 hours is another month. That means it would have taken 227 months to fill up the whole thing." Donnie pauses to see the horror in mikeys eyes. "That's 19 years."

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I feel really bad for my manager. She's gone on holidays for a week and so far this is what's happened while she's been gone will update with more since more will most likely happen)

- first day gone, an item invoice is missing $88 and we can't figure out where from, called her and she said to wait till she gets back

- second day gone, a pipe in the back room had leaked over night and I had to save a box full of expensive stock (they were fine thankfully), the sink which doesn't drain had molded over, I was working with the owners son and he left early because he broke his braces so he called his dad in to finish his shift, the owner brought in a trolley full of puzzles (we don't have the shelf space for more puzzles) so he promptly rearranged the entire store and put stock everywhere, I left for the day and the owner finished after an hour and closed up. He locked the door and locked one part that can't be locked since it can't be unlocked and it has a sign on-top saying not to lock it.

-third day gone, the locked part door that can't be locked was stuck for the entire day the store was open, my co-worker called every single one of her friends to try get them to help unlock that part of the door, she called security too, none of them could unlock that part of the door, I tried with a screw driver and nope. Called centre management for help and were told it was our issue. Finally an hour before we closed my co-workers friend came in and they got it open

-fourth day gone, a lady in an electric wheelchair and no legs scootered past and stole puzzles from the front and drove off, my co-worker chased after her, got the puzzles back and promptly got into a fight with the centre security who were no help. They called one of the big bosses who just told them that my co-worker should of pushed the lady over 🧑‍🦲

-fifth day gone, nothing. Literally nothing happened. Finally. Annoying customer stood outside the door for 2 hours before we opened and when my co-worker finally opened and asked for 5 one piece cards but we didn't have any and he didn't believe us. But yeah. That's it. Manager for reception back and looked over the Snapchat and liked 2 messages before disappearing again so

One more day of holiday till she's back

#retail

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your-divine-ribs · 1 year ago

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All of Your Children Part 3

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THE TEST

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Three cups of tea later and you've finally managed to pee on the pregnancy test strip, Van's relief evident as he paces backwards and forwards in the bathroom.

"At last!" He cheers, darting forward to grab the strip from you.

"Wait!" You cry. "It's not instant!"

You laugh at Van's frustrated expression, all pent-up excitement bubbling away under the surface like a volcano about to erupt.

"Well... how long do we have to wait?"

You hold out a hand to him, feeling your own nerves jangling in your gut but trying to keep them contained. "Pass me the cap... that's it. Now we have to wait. It only takes 3 minutes."

"3 minutes?" Van exclaims like you've told him he's got a lengthy period of time to kill, and you giggle, instructing him to lay the test flat on the windowsill whilst you get off the toilet and pull up your underwear and wash your hands.

It's nerve-wracking enough as it is without watching Van's clear impatience. He alternates between pacing and bouncing on the balls of his feet and chewing on the nail of his thumb, random musings being muttered as they come to him.

"I'd have a ciggie but s'pose I should cut down... If you are pregnant then we'll have to cancel the American tour... and the UK one... god I really need a fag... this is the longest wait... it's gotta be 3 minutes by now..."

"Christs sake Van, chill out would you?" You blurt, your chest feeling tight, eyes flicking to the test perched there on the windowsill.

"But I can't chill out," he protests. "It's taking too long!"

"Well stop chuntering then!"

He stops still then, his eyes meeting yours, full to the brim with emotion. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I feel like I'm gonna burst!"

He looks so cute, full of childlike excitement, and you wonder how he's going to make it through nine long months of pregnancy if three minutes of waiting is proving to be a challenge. You glance at your watch to see that three minutes has indeed passed and you take a huge shaky inhale.

"Time's up!" You announce, reaching over to pick up the test and Van is at your side in an instant, one hand resting gently on your waist, his chin hovering over your shoulder.

"I'm bloody shaking," you complain, the test resting in your palm face down. "I don't think I can look. You look... no wait... oh god I'm so nervous!"

Van reaches over with his free hand, fingers curling around the plastic. "Right I'm turning it over in 3... 2... 1...!"

He flips the test over and you find yourself closing your eyes in a fit of nervous panic, only opening them when you hear Van breathe, "Fucking hell babe... we did it!"

The white plastic casing lies there in your outstretched palm, with the words clearly stated that you read over and over again, not quite being able to believe what you're seeing:

PREGNANT

1-2 weeks

"Oh fuck!" You say, and your voice comes out barely a whisper, your head feeling light, your knees buckling.

Luckily Van is there by your side and he grabs for your waist, steadying you, guiding you over to the side of the bath and urging you to sit down. The room feels like it's spinning, like you're on some nausea-inducing carrousel, emotions tumbling around incessantly.

"Are you okay love? You don't look so good."

Van sinks down on to his knees in front of you, his hands gently resting on your knees. His brows are knitted together in consternation.

"I'm ok... I'm just... oh god I don't know..."

You trail off uncertainly, wondering how on earth to put what you're feeling into words. You thought you'd be flying as high as a kite with joy, ecstatic and excited, and it's come as a huge shock to you that you don't actually feel any of those things. Instead you're struck with a disquieting feeling of anxiety. And what makes it even worse is you feel guilty for not letting Van enjoy this life-changing moment.

"Aren't you... happy?" He says warily.

"I am... I'm really happy, but..." You pause, at a loss for words. "I think I'm just in shock. It's just... it's actually real. We're having a baby. An actual baby. A real life little person. What if... what it something goes wrong. What if we can't cope?"

Van immediately reaches for your hands, entwining his fingers through yours. You've got your eyes closed, screwed shut, trying to steady yourself as the worries consume you, but then you hear Van's voice, calm and soothing.

"Y/N... look at me... c'mon babe open your eyes and look at me... that's it."

Your eyes flick open and see him kneeling there before you, his eyes locked on yours, an earnest expression on his face. He squeezes your hands tight as he talks.

"I love you.... You know that right? You're more important to me than anything. Music, the band... even that little baby right now. We're in this together, you and me. And no matter what happens we'll get through this... together. If you've changed your mind... if it's not the right time after all..."

"NO!" You cry with force as the insinuation in his words sinks in. "I know what you're going to say and don't say it. I want this baby, I really do, I'm just scared..."

He pauses, his eyes simmering with so much love and affection that you can feel a lump in your throat and tears pricking your eyes, deep emotion surging in you.

Those damn hormones!

"You've got nothing to be scared about... I'm here."

"But what if I'm a shit mum?" You blurt out, and as soon as the words leave you, you realise how silly they sound and a smile finds it way on to your lips.

Van's smiling too, shaking his head. "You're going to be amazing, I can just tell. Look how well you look after me, eh?"

You laugh then, blinking back the tears but a solitary one finds it's way down your cheek. You go to take your hand from Van's to brush it away but he beats you to it, raising his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, gently wiping away the tear with the pad of his thumb.

"Yeah... and I guess you're just like a big baby!" You giggle. "Making a mess, throwing tantrums when you don't get your own way!"

Van's eyes widen in mock-offence. "Me throwing tantrums? What about you when I came in late the other night when I'd been out with Benji? You were in a right strop!"

"Too right!" You counter, smirking at him cheekily. "You woke me up crashing around and you're a right pain in the arse when you're drunk. Anyway, as the mother of your child I make the rules now and things are gonna change around here. Rule number 1... I'm always right!"

"Oh yeah?" He grins back, his hands dropping down to your hips, his fingers splayed wide. "And what's rule number 2?"

"Errr..." You raise your eyes to the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. "It's basically the same as rule number 1... And I want breakfast in bed at the weekends!"

"Yes ma'am!" He chuckles, rising up on to his feet, pulling you up with him.

You both stand there for a long moment, gazes locked, arms wrapped tightly around one another. All your earlier worries seem to be melting away, replaced with a warm, excited kind of contentment.

"I love you Y/N," he says, his voice soft. "And we're gonna love this baby, and you're gonna be an amazing mum... Fuck... I can't actually believe it... I'm gonna be a dad!"

His mouth drops open in wonder and you can feel the pride radiating off him already. You push yourself up on to your tip-toes to kiss him, laughing when his slack-jawed expression remains, opting to pepper small kisses all over his face instead, ending up on his lips as he hums an approval, returning the kiss.

"And you're gonna be the best dad... daddy!"

You both start laughing, eyes twinkling, almost drunk on the giddy feeling of excitement, each of your heads filled with dreams of parenthood.

Eventually you break away, reluctantly, telling Van you need to shower. He lets you go, leaving the bathroom with a definite spring in his step, singing to himself as he goes. You find you can't stop smiling, your hand absentmindedly stroking your belly.

Your good mood lingers as you shower and get ready for the day, your guilt at phoning in sick from work now that you know you're not actually poorly rapidly dissipating as you smell the scent of bacon as you wander into the kitchen. Van hardly ever cooks and it always amuses you to see him standing there in front of the cooker, pretending he has everything under control, concealing a slight sense of panic as he dashes about, checking on various cooking appliances. It's not that you have an uneven relationship when it comes to domestic chores, it's just that you love to cook and you nearly always find yourself taking over, or 'interfering' as Van likes to call it when you see him struggling.

"Ah... there you are," he says, looking mildly frazzled as he pulls out the grill pan to turn the bacon over that's sizzling away. "Just fancied a bacon sarnie. I was gonna ask if you wanted one but I know you've already had breakfast."

The bacon smells heavenly... and surprisingly Van hasn't burnt it... yet. You feel your belly growl at the thought of a bacon sandwich. "I'll have one too please, I'm actually starving!"

"Really?" He says, crossing over to the toaster and ejecting two rounds of blackened toast which he frowns at before tossing into the bin.

"Yeah, well I'm eating for two now aren't I?"

The phrase sets off a goofy grin on your face which Van returns, before he's delving into the bread packet, taking out fresh slices.

"Lightly toasted for me please... not charcoal!" You tease, dodging to the side as he swipes at you with a tea towel.

You enjoy a leisurely morning eating breakfast, then you make tea and wander into the garden with your mugs, settling down on the comfy cushioned rattan sofa that Van had purchased a few weeks back when there'd been a heatwave, the early autumn promising an Indian summer as you'd basked in the warm temperatures. Van had wanted to buy a hot tub instead, but you'd talked him out if it, thinking much more practically. You sit there now, soaking up the mid-morning rays, Van sitting at one end and you at the other, legs stretched out and resting in his lap. He has his hands on your shins, thumbs gently rubbing over your skin as you chat.

"Wonder what he's gonna look like... like is he gonna take after you or me the most? Me I reckon... he's gonna be great at footy."

Van's got a faraway look in his eyes, like he's trying to peer into the future.

"He?" You reply. "What makes you think it's going to be a boy? I reckon it'll be a girl."

You find your hand tracing your abdomen again, looking down and imagining the fabric of your dress stretched over a huge, round, swollen belly. The thought excites you.

"A girl's good... or a boy. I honestly don't mind. As long as it's healthy it's all good with me."

"I hope it's a girl," you laugh. "I don't wanna be outnumbered!"

"What if it's twins?" Van's face lights up. "Or triplets? That's even better!"

Panic shoots through you at the thought. "Bloody hell Van, don't! One at a time please!"

You carry on chatting, theorising what your child will look like, whose personality they'll resemble more, even getting ahead of yourselves and plotting out their future career. The morning stretches on, your excited chatter interspersed with more cups of tea and plentiful toilet breaks for you (how can the baby be squashing your bladder already?)

Before you know it it's nearly lunchtime and you announce that you're going inside to see what's in the fridge, when Van stops you, his hands tightening their hold on your legs as you go to swing them down to the floor and get to your feet.

"Hold on... don't get up yet. There's... errr... something I wanna give you."

"Oh?"

You look at him, your interest immediately piqued at the awkward, almost nervous look which seems to have settled itself on his features. It's most unlike Van. You watch suspiciously as he fidgets in his seat, finally letting go of your legs which you plant on the floor, waiting.

He pats the cushion right next to where he's sitting. "C'mon, c'mere."

"What is it?" You ask, getting up quickly and stepping towards him, taking the seat next to him, angling your body towards his.

He rubs his hands on his jeans, taking a deep breath which again strikes you as a nervous action. Your intrigue is in overdrive.

"Now you gotta close your eyes."

"What? What is this? Just tell me!"

"Nuh-huh," he shakes his head, smiling now. "Now do as you're told! Go on!"

You scrunch up your face, sticking out your tongue at him in a silly gesture. "God you're so bossy!"

"Y/N!" He sounds exasperated now so you concede with a grin, making a show of screwing your eyes shut tight and even putting your hands over your eyes for good measure.

"You got 'em shut?" You hear him say, and you feel his elbow nudge gently into your side.

"Yeah, yeah, they're shut!"

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!"

"No peeking!"

"I'm not! Just get on with it! I'm impatient now!"

You start to giggle, frustrated but in a purely excited way. You're at a loss to imagine what Van's doing. If he's bought you a gift you'd have thought he'd have got up and gone back into the house to retrieve it, but you can feel his body still next to yours, although you can hear him shifting his position and feel his thigh rubbing up against yours as he positions himself presumably facing you on the chair.

"Hold on... don't look yet," you hear him mutter, and you realise by his voice that he's close. Really close. He's practically speaking directly into your ear.

"What are you..."

"Don't look!" He urges quickly.

You've tied up your hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of your face and you feel something brush your neck. It tickles and makes you jolt and you catch your bottom lip in your teeth to stifle a giggle. You can tell Van's really near now, leaning into you. You can actually feel his warm breath on your face.

"Can I open them yet?"

"Hold on... just a sec... nearly done..."

His fingers brush your neck again, but there's something else, another sensation. You feel something laying on the bare skin of your upper chest, just along the neckline of your dress.

"There... there... done it. You can look now."

Your fingers instinctively reach up to the feel of something cool and light on your skin, touching it just as you open your eyes to see Van beaming at you. You can feel a pendant attached to a thin chain, your fingers closing around it as your eyes go straight to Van's neck, noticing his own necklace is missing.

"Van! Your necklace!" You breath, shock flooding you as you turn the semi-circular pendant over and over in your fingers. It's definitely his, you can feel the semi-circular shape and the raised icon on its surface.

He doesn't say anything, he just grins in that boyish, slightly crooked way of his that you love so much.

"But... but you never take it off! Your dad gave it to you!"

His grin widens as he reaches for your hands, taking them in his.

"I know... but I also told you the story behind it didn't I? It's supposed to be passed down to my kid one day, and I want you to do that Y/N. This is it now... me and you. Us two... well us three soon." He pauses, his eyes flicking down to your belly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You're speechless for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then you're laughing and smiling, pulling your hands from his grip so you can reach out for him, taking his face in your hands and pulling him to you in a sweet kiss.

"I love you so much Van. I'm so happy... you make me so happy!"

"I love you too Y/N... so much."

#all of your children #dad van #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic

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mccoys-killer-queen · 2 years ago

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Meeting Lawrence Gowan: The Complete Saga

Okay so I still keep thinking that this happened only 2 days ago but it's been almost a week now so I figured I owe you guys a summary of what happened last Tuesday (plus this story didn't even reach its conclusion until yesterday so it's good that I waited to tell)

firstly: this was my first time outside of America and I did it solely so I could go to a Gowan show (because the Gowan material is only known in Canada so he only tours there) so I was willing to do whatever it took to get as much as I could out of this.

I had befriended a local couple while waiting in line for the show, we sat by each other during the show and I asked them if it's easy to go around back to try and meet the bands here and they were like oh yes we do it all the time here so they showed me afterwards

the show was ABSOLUTELY incredible like it was just so much fun there was so much chemistry between Gowan and the crowd and UGH everyone had a blast it's easily one of my fav concerts of all time

after the show me and this couple went around back and talked to some of the roadies and the opening act

the roadies said it would be at least 45 minutes to an hour before Gowan came out. I was willing to wait. I came all that way so I was gonna be insane and try my chances

the couple left, I remained. No one else remained.

it was COLD it was 19 degrees (-6C) but it wasn't bothering me too much

i started waiting a bit after 11 and it wasn't until exactly midnight that something happened...

people who worked at the venue came and went, everyone def saw me waiting in the alley/parking lot behind the venue (which was small btw) but no one spoke to me the whole time or caused a fuss or tried to kick me out thank god,,, i know how I looked

at about 11:57pm i looked up at the full moon and took a picture of it. I had said to myself I was gonna wait until midnight then head back to my hotel, so I was starting to feel a little low as the time drew near. I wasn't ready to head back just yet.

Less than two minutes later, the back door of the venue opened again, but someone propped it open, and several people filed out

one of them was Larry

***

immediately I took a step or two forward and just went "oh my god-!" because I genuinely could NOT believe that he was actually there- thirty seconds before that moment I was losing hope and THEN-

of course I awkwardly said hi, Larry smiled real big and said hi back, and he went "You must've had a good time, you were right up front!"

I told him that YES it was the best

He gave his bags to someone else to put in the van (or he put his stuff in the back of the van I don't remember exactly) and said he'd be a minute or something like that

"You must be freezing!!"

"I am! :D sorry, I'm crazy, but i came so far I figured I'd try anything to meet you"

he was right in front of me and had like the BIGGEST smile on his face the entire time he is so cute I still can't breathe

we're like the exact height he's shorter than I expected and while looking into his eyes right in front of me I just COULDN'T FATHOM THAT HE WAS RIGHT THERE like it was SO surreal and I was IMMEDIATELY face to face with him and it took me a moment to get a grip bc in the back of my head i was just constantly thinking "no WAY this is actually happening holy shit"

he asked me my name so I told him and he was like "nice to meet you, Rachel!" so I went "nice to meet YOU"

i also said the cold wasn't too bad for me because I'm from Pennsylvania, to which he mentioned their one manager guy is from Philly

i told him where i live in relation to Philly and he asked exactly where I'm from

i told him the exact name of the town I live in, then struggled to describe its location bc i live in bumfuck nowhere

i asked him if he's heard of this type of beer that's made close to where I live and he kinda awkwardly shook his head and I was like "that's just what I always ask people when I'm really out of town and trying to describe where I live"

he asked me how I got to Ottawa and if I drove (I did not, I flew in from NYC)

somehow I wasn't TERRIBLY AWKWARD i think I did great ngl

he must've said the words "you must be freezing" at least 3 times and i'm not even joking like him being concerned about my body temperature is a running theme in this story you can't make this shit up i swear i have photographic proof just keep reading

i couldn't stop looking into his eyes and smiling and it felt so wonderful just to look at him and it just felt so suddenly intimate overall I wonder if he felt it too, like it just felt as if it was so right, like something in the universe had finally aligned and something secret and sacred was happening or maybe i should just shut up

i don't remember the PRECISE order this convo went in like we talked about a few different things in a VERY short amount of time i stg it felt like we spoke for 5-10 minutes but it was literally like 2

did I mention he is literally so adorable

i thanked him for taking the art print at the very end of the show (you've all seen my Gowan piece) and told him it made me so happy and he was like "you did a great job!!! now did you make that?"

I was like "yes I did make it!! I also made one of Tommy and the Styx instagram page shared it and Tommy actually saw it which was really cool!!" and he looked so happy i would die for him

he said to me "I don't know how you got the- piano stand to look like that...!"

i told him that wasn't even the hardest part- that the hardest part was drawing his pants because they were so wrinkly

he thought that was really funny (I am going to get such a good grade in Gowan. Something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve)

i told him I was at the Allentown show for Styx back in August and he was like "oh really?" and I said that I was the only one in a Gowan shirt

to which he said "ahh so I definitely pointed you oot then" (yes his accent slipped through I couldn't believe it)

I told him that yes he pointed me out right at the first song and I'll never forget it (I'm such a fucking dweeb)

I said "I swear I feel like I'm the only Gowan fan in America sometimes" and he said someone at the show tonight was from California which made me go "really??"

he told me the Gowan records were never released in the US (which I did not know)

so I told him that despite that, I do have two of his albums and found them somehow, but they're stamped promo copies

I told him he should do a small Gowan tour in the US- even if it's just for two people (referencing myself and the California person) and he just kinda sheepishly rolled his eyes and was like "ohh I don't know..."

he asked me if I got a pick, so I said yes bc both he threw one at me, his brother gave me one, and his son gave me a setlist

i don't remember how the convo ended, but eventually Larry said he was gonna head onto the van, so I asked if we could get a picture quick, to which he said something like "of course we can!"

he said "let's take it over here" and led me just inside the back door of the venue that was still propped open because he was like "let's get out of the cold" or implied that or something he's just sweetest like UGH

we leaned into each other, I held up the phone, IMMEDIATELY noticed my bangs got sucked under my beanie, said "god, you can't even see my bangs-" ripped off my hat, very quickly pulled my bangs forward, then took 3 photos of us.

I thanked him for the photo, and thanked him so much for taking the time to talk to me, and he said he appreciates me coming "all this way"

it was here that I wanted to hug him SO BAD he looked so huggable in his dapper coat and scarf tucked into it, but it didn't feel appropriate at the moment to hug him, but also i think he was expecting me to hug him ? there wasn't really an opening for it to happen and I don't think shaking his hand was a better option so I didn't try either. The photo and convo and just the overall ENERGY felt so intimate already- why push it? I just kept being modest and not overstepping any boundaries (he probably knows I was too shy in the moment to hug him)

as we walked to the van together, he said "I hope you don't have far to go"

I said it's a short walk back to my hotel

he said "I hate to see a young lady like you out by yourself this late"

and I was playfully like "I'll be fine- unless you wanna walk me there" like I was SMOOTH AS BUTTER GUYS

I said this as he was getting in the van, and he just got a little bashful and chuckled "I did not bring a big enough coat!!"

he wished me safe travels, said it was nice talking to me or something, and that he'll see me on the road

I'll be hearing "safe travels, Rachel!" in the back of my head for the rest of my life

"You too! Have a great night!"

***

then I kept walking away, refusing to look back because HGGGGHHHHHH IS HE LOOKING AT ME WHILE I WALK AWAY WOULD I EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE IF HE IS????

i just kept walking up the block and turned the corner and looked to see if anyone was around and i started RUNNING AND LAUGHING AND COVERING MY MOUTH AND JUMPING I had never felt so happy in my entire life I stg it felt like Singing In the Rain but in the middle of the night in Ottawa

I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TELL ANYONE WHAT JUST HAPPENEDNEWORFNWRONQR

i knew I couldn't tell anyone straight away- because there was one person who needed to hear from me before anyone else did-- Larry.

the second I got back to my hotel, i immediately sat in the lobby, pulled out my phone, and texted him that I got back safely. I figured I owed it to him- especially because he seemed so concerned for me, the sweetheart

i went up to my room, and holy shit.

I got changed, threw myself on my bed, and thought about how I'm gonna tell everyone that I just met Lawrence Gowan ????

I took a selfie of my "nobody knows I just met Larry" face because secret secret I've got a secret it was such a funny feeling dfoigndfogefeogvso only I knew that the most incredible thing in the world had just happened, and I wanted to hold onto that moment for just a littttle bit before I told anyone else

I sat up and opened up insta, instinctively went into my DMs, and saw "Lawrence Gowan- seen just now" and then-

this motherfucker was texting me already, half an hour after we spoke in person

I got up and stood at my window and just started sobbing (but no tears came). This was the greatest moment- the greatest feeling on earth- and I never wanted it to end. Six months ago, I didn't even know this man's name, now here I am, in a foreign country, having him text me in the middle of the night after we just met in person. If you told me six months ago that i would be in this situation with "the piano guy you saw with styx at m3", that we would have history together, that he would quickly mean so much to me, i would've been like "holy SHIT ? ?? what HAPPENED??"

I checked his message-

this motherfucker really is concerned about me getting warm, huh

I sent him a quick "back at ya!" and that was that.

I quickly got some photos edited the next morning and posted them to my story (he shared them!) and shared the photo of us together (which he liked and sent his dumb little avatar in reply to as always gkjnfdogwnergw)

i had this sinking feeling that i needed to tell him more- have him understand better just how much joy our little interaction sparked. I decided to text him again the morning I went back to the States (something a wee bit lengthy and thought out) letting him know that as my first foreign trip came to an end, he made me feel so welcome in a place where I had not a single person who knew me or was glad to see me (except for him!) I told him a bunch of things, most importantly that he should know how much he's loved in America (at least by me)

days went by and he never opened these messages- until yesterday.

this motherfucker REALLY WANTS ME TO STAY WARM HUH

anyway this is the single most sweetest text i've ever gotten i want it framed on my wall tattooed on my face woven into my DNA etc and this man is the only true gentleman i've ever met

moral of the story is i would die for this old man but what else is new also i spent $600 this morning on a Styx ticket so I can be close to Him again at the end of July goodnight <3

#gowan #lawrence gowan #styxposting #styxblr #my photos #i feel like we could be good friends tdsfvdfomptmtg we're the same breed of A Bit Silly #concert log #concerts

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