#heard this song on my old playlist today and was like hm. why did i ever decide im not allowed to like a band unless i know allllll their

[thefiresofpompeii]

i don’t wanna. . . i don’t think so…..!!

[juminly]

As The Rush Comes (Ikémen Vampire Theodorus Van Gogh x Reader)

Summary: You are at a nightclub with your friend Theodorus Van Gogh. The problem is, you want to be more than friends. Does he feel the same? Hell yes. Change is bound to happen. And it does. This one-shot was inspired by the song As the Rush Comes.   Read all 3 parts on AO3. Rating: Mature (explicit/coarse language, detailed mention of sexual acts) 

Tags: Modern AU, mutual pining, sexual tension/frustration, jealousy, dirty dancing. 

Warning: mention of the reader not remembering the events of a past night of heavy drinking and partying.  Word Count: 3500 approx. 

Club Music Playlist *Kiss you by Nadia Ali **Down to Love (Kyau & Albert Remix) by Armin Van Buuren feat. Ana Criado

***Still I Wait (Richard Durand’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) by Jonas Steur feat. Jennifer Rene. 

Song lyrics are in bold; look at this asterisks to know which song is playing in the background and play the song as you read -------------------------- *I'd wake up, and make love to you if I had you, I would touch you so much, but I'm not allowed to… Nadia Ali, bless her heart, was only adding salt to your wounds. You were already feeling salty enough for feeling the way you did and she didn’t make it any better. Why were you salty? While the song went on and on about how the vocalist just needed to wait for the perfect moment to kiss the one she wanted to show love to, you were here lamenting pathetically over Theodorus Van Gogh, the man that occupied your every waking thought and dream… and most recent fantasies.

The music was thrumming loudly in your ears, the discographies selected by this particular local DJ was always to your liking. The rhythmic beat of trance sending the club-goers into an ephemeral state of rapture as the dancefloor flocked with writhing bodies, the scent of alcohol, sweat and sex heady in the air. Were people living in some sort of state of drought? The thirst was real… and so palpable. You were not one to judge, you felt it too.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Was that the music or your pulse? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Would you pretend, we're only friends, if I kissed you, At least I can dream of you in a scene, when I'd kiss you.

You’ve dreamed of so many scenes, in so many different locations and in all of them, you were in the most compromising situations and positions. Holy fuck, just thinking about how those icy blue eyes staring into you while he lazily ran his tongue over his swollen lips, the ones you wanted to kiss and bite so damn much, that chiseled body of his positioned between your… No.. No… You told yourself you wouldn’t go there but your mind couldn’t help but wander.  The song had just been coaxing you to act on your impulses and you covered your ears, just to keep Nadia from tempting you more than you already were.

How many months has it been since the incident?

The office hottie, Arthur Conan Doyle, had thrown an extravagant birthday bash in his so-called crib, and to your own surprise, the man had exquisite taste and the entire thing was planned immaculately. Who had been his wingman during the entire process? The hot mister that was your companion at the club for the night. That was how, when and where you met him, much to your dismay.

You heard that things had gotten hot and heavy between you during that birthday party and you were literally flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried into Arthur’s bedroom. Things had gotten that heated… However, big emphasis on the word “heard” cause you unfortunately don’t remember jackshit from that fateful night and cursed yourself all the time for this.

His hands roughly groping you and his lips fiercely crashing down on yours… The things that could’ve happened… The things you could’ve done… You could ONLY imagine. Imagine, yes. Remember, no. The heavens indisputably had some mocking plot to make you miserable. Miserable? You definitely were. After that night, you were thrown into the friendzone. With a capital F.

Pining after a man that wouldn’t lay a finger on you unless it was to ruffle your hair like some puppy. You almost got your chance at some type of romance in your uneventful life… Still, things only got interesting when that asshole suddenly showed up, but it wasn’t like you were actually willing to admit that to him. You’d rather swallow his… Brain and heart, focus. Libido and hormones, get the fuck away. He wants me… He wants me not… I want everything he’s got.

Shut it, Nadia. You were already drowning in heaps of doubt and you’ve clearly… clearly had enough of her feeding you more fantasies and unlawful and excessively unadulterated thoughts and you were doubting yourself already. And what you decided to do? Drink yourself into oblivion, accompanied by the vexing perpetrator who had just gotten back from the men’s room. It was admiration and pining time for you. As he slowly approached you with long and sure strides, Theodorus was, is and will always be probably the most gorgeous, handsome piece of eye-candy that you’ve ever laid your eyes on and you were 99.99% sure that this statement was your true and unbiased opinion.

Beige dress pants hugged the length of those legs that carried him, giving you the chance to drool over the definition of his stature that you could see thanks to the tightness of the fabric, emphasizing a bit too much for your liking on his… No, don’t go there. Heat flooded your reddened cheeks as your thoughts scrambled wildly in your mind as he found his seat next to you. That’s always where you found yourselves. Together. Always. You get along so well. It’s bound to be this way, right? The string of fate and the butterflies of time managed to find a way to bring you together. While your internal ruminations besieged your mind, a rich baritone touched your ears, unmistakably his. “We probably should leave soon. I don’t want to suffocate in this clothed orgy.” You shot him an inquisitive look, silently asking him to elaborate on his point. “You look like you’re about to melt in that pretty little dress of yours, Hondje. I’d rather hop to any pub or have a drink at that klootzak’s place and deal with his moaning than this. At least his place isn’t as filthy as this hellish kennel.”

“You talk like an old man, Theo. Why don’t we just try to live a little?” He simply gave you a glare, a response that you knew very well. He wasn’t going to waste his breath on such mundane frivolities. It seemed that you would have to take the drinking party elsewhere. Clubs were clearly not Theo’s favourite destination.

You couldn’t help but giggle at this man’s dog analogies. As much as they pissed the shit out of you… Wait. Rewind. Did he just compliment what you were wearing...? He noticed?

For the first time in a while, you decided to try “letting loose” and go for something different. You would usually go for something, more like, anything black but today was different. In celebration of whatever weird feeling and eccentricity that came over you, you decided to go for a skimpy off-the-shoulder purple dress that kissed every curve of your luscious form, barely reaching the top of your mid-thigh and pushed your bosom in a way that accentuated your cleavage. You felt hot and you wanted to feel hot too.

**It's down to love tonight, This is where we are, As we turn into the light, Let’s make it last...

On any other day, Down to Love would’ve been one of your favourite songs to listen to but definitely not today. You were clearly not down to any kind of love. This is not where you wanted to be and you didn’t want this to last. You growled under your breath, enough to have Theodorus, the man of the hour… no, he was the man of your every-fucking-day and your every-goddamn-dream and fantasy, tilt his head to the side to cast a judging gaze at you, raising an arched eyebrow with a silent what-the-fuck is wrong with you.

There was so much that was wrong with you and he was the cause of it all. The prime suspect. The only one, this maddeningly handsome asshole.

Lips slick with moisture, your eyes lingered a little too long on the inviting gleam before you attempted to relax in your seat, while Theo remained hunched apathetically over the bar counter, nursing his drink thoughtlessly. Both of you were so accustomed to whatever it was that you were doing, you fell into a pattern that soon began to feel more like a ritual. You couldn’t even remember how you became his drinking buddy but there was something that Arthur said once… Both of you were not the type to party hard so it made it hard for him to have fun with the both of you, even though Theo and him spent an obscene amount of time together. You were kindred spirits. That was a fact.

Being around him made it hard to breathe. You noticed that not only the first button of his shirt was open, but now, the second one was too, giving you a good look of impeccably sculpted pectorals, his skin shining under the epilepsy-inducing lights of the nightclub while drops of sweats meandered down to places unknown, unexplored… and desired. With one arm propped on the counter and leaning his full weight to one side, his form was completely angled towards you and his eyes roamed appraisingly over your provocative dress and your overall physique. You knew that look, you’ve seen it before. It was the same way he scrutinized and examined art.

His gaze was now posed on your thighs, your dress hiked up even more on your silky skin as you crossed and uncrossed your legs restlessly. “Looking at something, big guy? My eyes are up here. You’ve been checking me out since we got here.” you quipped with a smirk. “Hm?” he hummed, as if you had ripped him away from the depth of his thoughts. You could see a faint blush on the top of his cheekbones… It was clearly only a sign of inebriation. Right? “Oh, I was just wondering who you’re trying to seduce.” he replied blankly before continuing. “You wouldn’t need to dress up like this to impress me.” His tongue swiped over his lower lip, wettening it before throwing his head back, draining his glass of whiskey and turning his body away, leaving you perplexed by his words.  What… What exactly did he mean by that? Shaking your thoughts away, you had enough wine in your system to finally get the words spilling from your lips. “Theo… Wanna dance?” Those three words prickled his ear drums and he turned to look at you with a judging smirk. “Is it playtime, Hondje?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at his expected remark, climbing off your bar stool and tapping your heeled foot on the black tile beneath you. Looking at him expectantly, your heart clenched, momentarily regretting your decision to build up the courage to take the first step. He was bound to embarass you somehow.

“I’m sure you can find lots of other pups and mutts to play with in that disgusting pile of bodies.” An affronted expression washed over his handsome face and you resisted the need to slap his smugness away. You began to tremble slightly and snapped at him “You suck, Theo!”. His reaction made you freeze for a second. His eyes were taking you in, gliding over your body from head to toe before locking with yours. “Would you like to take me for a test drive? Are you in heat, Hondje?” he practically purred.

“Fuck you, Theo.” Was he capable of doing anything but frustrate (and arouse) you? You could feel an intense heat building inside of you, your heart beating angrily in your chest as you seethed from his response. You blinked, completely outraged and offended as he dared to freaking chuckle at your contained outburst.

“You wish. Now, can you go bark at someone else and let me enjoy my bloody drink?” Not wanting to give him more of your precious time, you actually flipped him the bird this time, scowling at him in disbelief, all that wine in your blood giving way for your tongue to sharpen as the night went on. “Do you always have to be such an ass?”

The ear-splitting grin on Theo’s face suddenly transformed into a smirk… and a scowl? when a young man behind you asked you to dance. You couldn’t really register what the guy was saying. Something along the lines of “ I don’t know if he’s just stupid or blind” and honestly, you kind of agreed with him. As much as Theodorus Van Gogh was a genius at what he did, he was stupid for not giving in to you. You were ready to give him… your everything. You were in deep shit, being so in love with a man who would possibly not return your affections? He looked like the incarnation of heartbreak and didn’t that just make you giddy? Being around him almost made you… sarchotic.

Sarchotic or not. Now you had his full attention.

Those ocean blue eyes were trained on you, an unfamiliar predatorial aura reverberating from him, still seeping through Theodorus’ attempt to enshroud it with the negligible quirk of those lips, that half-smile that you knew too well. If he wanted a show, he’s gonna be getting one. Not that you really cared whether he enjoyed it or not, but the least you could do is actually enjoy the company of the… You looked at your newly appointed dance partner, who had just lead you to the dancefloor, to evaluate him.

Okay, he wasn’t too bad: a bit shorter and less muscular than Theo but his hair were waves of chocolate brown that were simply asking to be threaded through and pulled. You beamed at your partner, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through your blood, knowing that the handsome Dutch man had his eyes on you and you were going to put a damn show. Wait, it wasn’t a show. You were doing this for you. You didn’t give a fuck and just wanted to have some fun. Looking at the cutie in front of you, you raised your arms in the air and jumped to the beat of the music, body-rolling as you let the sinful rhythm of your racing thoughts lead your every movement. ***I wanted it, I needed it, I love the way your skin felt upon my skin, And I thought you felt the same but you threw me away, Threw me away and still

The man in front of you was definitely getting into the groove, slowly inching close to you and you were more than ready to welcome him. Your hands that were in the air were now resting on his shoulders, your fingers finding the inviting chocolate strands of his hair. His hands were on both sides of your hips, claiming control over the frantic sway of your hips, matching the booming tempo that filled the room. You licked your lips and bit them, feeling your heart race as you snuck a quick look at the bar counter, the expression on Theodorus’ face was absolutely feral… and bloodthirsty.

Good thing you had bitten your lips because you were about to let out an obscene moan as he looked like he was ready to slam you into a wall and fuck you senseless, growling in your ear: You’re already so wet for me, Hondje, so ready for me to slide inside you…. You’ve been teasing me all damn night and when I stuff you with my cock, make you mine… You’ll be screaming my name. A looming presence was suddenly behind you, a hand gripping your hip and forcefully pulling you away from the “cutie”. You had absolutely no idea what happened, when it happened and how it happened. You could’ve sworn that you heard something along the lines of “She’s mine” but it was most probably your brain playing tricks on you. Or not.

“Are you trying to play games with me, Knabbeltje?” His heavy hand on your hip clenched tightly, his fingertips digging in your soft flesh while you drank in the rumble of his voice in your ear, velvety smooth yet deep enough to shake you to the bone, capable of making your knees buckle in weakness. You fought the temptation to rub your legs together and continued the lascivious sway of your hips from side to side in a rhythm that was your own and one that Theodorus would come to learn. Cutie, who? Theodorus was the only person you knew. All your senses acutely aware of him and he made sure of that. Only a breath of air seperated your bodies yet, he was so close but still felt so far before he yanked your back brusquely, your back hitting the vast plain of his chest and the softness of your derriere grazing his crotch. You closed your eyes and hummed with a nonchalant tone, your back arching as you reached your arms behind you, gripping Theo by his nape and threading your digits leisurely through his chestnut locks.

“You really want to know, hm?” You crooned and he tensed briefly but soon relaxed behind you, one hand caressing the curve of your hips, his hold on you was firm and steady, making you feel the heat radiating from his body and enveloping you with the scent of his cologne mixed with whiskey, intoxicating you even more than the wine you drank.

One of his large hands snakes up the curve of your waist, lightly grazing the side of your soft mound and trailing up your neck and resting there. He rolled his hips against yours, your body following his every moment as he dictated your every single motion. The warmth of his breath tickled your ear as he crooned sultrily in your ear. “I could eat you all up, Knabbeltje… right fucking now.” I don't wanna feel rejection, don't wanna have no regrets… Is this a good decision or will you look for someone else? Leave me all by myself...

“Is that so?” you could hear your own smile in your voice and could hear an inherent raspiness in it too. Your thoughts swiveled with yearning and your judgement was clouded by your love for this man… and your inebriation. Your mutual ministrations continued as he grinded his hips at an excruciating pace, drawing out the torture that you were both suffering from. His long fingers were now teasing the column of your neck, careening over your sensitive skin and sending shivers up and down your spine. Slowly, he wrapped his hand on your neck, pressing only lightly and bit the tip of your earlobe before sucking on it, letting his tongue glide over its seams. “I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. You want me to repeat myself?”

“I didn’t say any such thing, Theodorus.” You dared to use his full name, intentionally triggering him. His grip tightened on your neck and warm breath caressing your ear. “I’m not all bark like you.” He truly thought that you were all bark but you were prepared and intended to do lots of biting, now that he was so near. You tightened your grip on his strands, making him groan in response. “I hate that you make me feel this way.” you breathed out slowly, trying to ignore the tightening of anticipation rousing in your chest. “Enlighten me… What kind of way do I make you feel, hm?” It was now his turn to tease you. “You know how I feel about you…” you pouted, grudgingly taking a sharp inhale before you carried on with this morphed, semblance of a confession. “You keep… you keep messing with my head, Theo.”

“You’re doing much worse to me, mijn liefste.” Oh God, you didn’t know what he said but you were positive that it was not some dog related insult and your heart drummed even harder in your chest. Why did this man have so much control over you? His voice was like whiskey and chocolate, dark, decadent and  heavy with yearning, a blazing fire in your core, an excited tremor coursed through your veins like lightning, but not once did you rush the wicked to and fro of your hips, brushing your softness against the harsh ropes of sinew that made him the Adonis that he was.

Your cheeks were rosy as the pink dusk that painted clear skies and he saw that as you twisted your chest to look back and up at him. His fierce stare reflected in your glimmering eyes, your pupils dilating clearly, making them appear almost darkened in their shade. It would be blasphemous to say that Theodorus was anything but completely mesmerizing. “Don’t give me those eyes, Knabbeltje... or I promise I’ll take you here and now.”

I love to see you smile, I love, my love… As much as the thought had you reeling, you wanted the awaited spectacle to be a private one. Gazing straight in his almost glowing orbs of sapphire, he had the look of a man who was born ready to ravage you and rearrange your insides. Leaning down, he drawled against your lips with a huskiness that sent you into a frazzled state of need.

“When I fuck you, I’m going to make sure you always remember it. The only thing that’s gonna spill from those pretty lips is my name.”

------------ Read Part II  HERE.  Tagging le Theo simp squad + those who have been so kind to send me their ideas on what the “dirty dancing scenario” should be like: @delicateikemenmemes @sweetlittlemouse @nad-zeta @nafeary @raymiazaki @munarisblog @karmaaf​ (sorry if I forgot anyone else)  Hope you enjoyed this 💜 Please feel free to leave comments/feedback! Masterlist

[peeterparkr]

perfidy;tom holland|12

chapter 12: the antagonist

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: 

per·fi·dy /ˈpərfədē/ (noun): 1: the quality or state of being faithless or disloyal: TREACHERY.  2: an act or an instance of disloyalty 3: deceitfulness; untrustworthiness.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings:  swearing,,alcohol mention, french, tom trying to flirt

word count: 6.9k

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social media before you read (IMPORTANT FOR THE CHAPTER) :  

during chapter: Sam freaks out. Tom and y/n text and subtweet. Y/N is not jealous.

after chapter: Y/N loves Dirty Dancing. Timmy doesn’t. People reach out and a group chat is made.

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It was no secret that Timothée was very, very observant. Some people thought he was quiet, he wasn’t, not with the right people. He loved to laugh and make people laugh. He was a simple man. He liked to stay with things that made him happy, and get rid off things that didn’t. He was someone who didn’t need much, if he enjoyed a sunset, he’d stay quiet to watch it. If he found something funny, he laughed. If he liked a song, he listened to it. He wasn’t complicated at all. But he was fascinated by everything, by life, by people. Even if he was simple, he was a man with intense emotions. And he liked complex people. 

Complicated minds. 

Like y/n. He was never bored with her. How delicate she was, and how she put attention in details. How he’d noticed she was a little bit of a kleptomaniac. Not in a bad way. But he noticed how she’d sometimes pick up a pebble when they’d go to their dates near the river, or how she’d keep the movie tickets, or how she’d always pick up maps of whatever places they went to. 

But Timmy, Timmy had feelings. Very strong feelings. 

So of course when he saw what he saw, the love of his life kissing another man, he had to go to the bathroom and wash off his face. He leaned against the sink. Of course he’d seen it coming, but not as soon. 

Not that soon.

He stared at his reflection. He needed to calm down. 

He had spoken about it once with y/n. How heartbreaks can be felt.

It felt like a dagger across his chest, all the way down to his stomach. 

He wished he hadn’t seen this. He hadn’t expected it, not today. Not when he’d seen them ignore each other. What the fuck had led to that kiss? 

Sure, he knew it would come. Not that soon. 

But Timmy had been observant, and he saw the way she looked at him. He knew this was coming. Not that soon. But not that soon. 

But it was so obvious, they had stopped with their usual bickering, she would laugh more. Less fighting. And she’d blush sometimes when Tom looked at her. Of course this all came from the fact that Tom and y/n were spending more time together. Timmy liked to hope that nothing else had happened. 

But after seeing them kiss… he wasn’t that sure. 

Because he’d seen her, laughing when Tom was in makeup or wardrobe as he would actually make sure to make her smile. The way that Tom would playfully smear whatever condiment his lunch was having. Or the way he’d randomly lean over to whisper to her. 

And yes, they had continued with the whole hate speech but it was different. Timothee had noticed. 

And he’d seen Tom. And of course he had seen Tom drooling for his ex girlfriend before. 

How Tom would look at her from the other side of the room, or how he’d actually pay attention to her. Tom could be ignoring everyone in the room but whenever y/n spoke he’d look up, even if it was just to make an insult. 

Or how Tom would turn away whenever y/n kissed Tim. Timothee saw the way Tom would have to clench his jaw and take a deep breath. 

And then y/n’s last birthday. The bloody vinyl. It didn’t technically bother him, because y/n had smiled but Tom was so obvious. 

But he wasn’t sure that y/n felt the same, y/n had been so keen on making sure everyone knew she hated him. And she genuinely did. But what about now? 

Because she looked hurt whenever Tom walked into a room, especially at the beginning of their relationship. Tim had never known what had happened between them. The uncertainty had him anxious. 

Especially because he knew it was related to the night they’d met. Not sure why he thought so. 

But he knew y/n had been so difficult to start dating and to tumble down her walls. But he’d fallen in love with her from the first moment he’d seen her. He remembered her, running into the classroom, with her hair wet from the rain and a coffee in her hand, as she was carrying tons of bags. Not sure what for. 

And she’d quietly snuck into the back, and made a mess while pulling out that old notebook. Too old fashioned. 

And he remembered how she’d dropped her stuff making everyone turn around to see her, and that had made Timothee laugh under his breath. 

And then when they started to actually talk, after the night in the club, he remembered how y/n had been… sad. And he’d seen her blossom again, slowly. Then she finally accepted to go on a date with him, and she’d been so nervous and quiet but giggly. He remembered how she had been reserved, but then she’d kissed his cheek. Timmy knew she still had one of the flowers he’d given her. 

And that’s all it took him to fall in love with her and knowing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. 

They were meant to be, it was so ridiculous. Their favourite movies, their favourite colors. It seemed stupid not to think they were meant for each other. 

But maybe she didn’t think that way. Because Tom… Tom. 

But this all came to 4 months ago. He hadn’t gotten down in one knee, but he knew y/n, so he might have stolen the idea from her favourite movie. A film canister. And he remembered giving it to her, it was a little inside joke they had. He’d give her little notes in them. 

But he hadn’t expected her reaction. You know, usually, Timmy was so observant that he could know what could happen. How did he not see that she’d say no? How could he know she’d open the film canister and not want the ring inside it. 

Timmy knew y/n wasn’t an ‘I love you’ giver, she didn’t say it that much. She had her own way of saying it. ‘Shut up, you’re an idiot.’ ‘Oh my god, you’re sooo silly’ ‘You’re dumb.’ Yes, not the best. but Tim had caught on to it. 

But she hadn’t said it that one time. 

Shed just stayed quiet, and she had simply stopped saying it. But she’d said those words: ‘Tim, I need you to know that I love you but right now I’m not ready for this.’ 

And that’s when it had gone downhill. Because love blinds us. And she’s stopped saying it. She’d say: ‘I love you’, but it didn’t feel like it. She didn’t say “you’re so silly,” and roll her eyes with a smile. Not anymore. 

And well, he’d been blinded again if he thought y/n wouldn’t go running to Tom after Tim told her too. 

Timmy wasn’t of the jealous type, he trusted y/n. But when y/n had said those words 3 months ago, he’d been conflicted. Drunk words are sober thoughts, and y/n had said it: ‘There’s still a part of me that will always wonder if Tom’s the love of my life.’ 

But Tom wasn’t. He couldn’t be. 

Was it too pretentious of Tim to believe he was the one for y/n? But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that, even if they were barely lies. Even if right now he could barely trust himself. 

Or y/n. But right now, he knew this wasn’t y/n trying to hurt him. 

Not really. 

But Tom couldn’t be the love of her life, because Tom… was her perfidy. Tim had told her once. 

“He will gain my trust and then betray it, on purpose,” Y/N had said. 

“Perfidy.” 

Y/N had looked up, frowning, as she was scattering around a storyboard. “Hm?” 

What had Tom done this time? He couldn’t even remember. 

Tim was on her bed, throwing a ball up and down. “Such a pretty word for such a horrible feeling,” explained Timmy as he turned to her. “It was used in the context of war, when someone pretends to be good to earn their enemies trust just to deliberately betray them.” 

“Perfidy, yes… That’s Tom, my perfidy.” 

Why was she kissing her perfidy? 

But Tim wanted to turn into her perfidy right now, so of course he had to stop it. If she was so in love with the idea of someone hurting her, did he have to? And he wouldn’t. 

He, with rage controlling every muscle in his body, went for the choreographer, claiming Tom was looking for him. Timmy wasn’t stupid, he wouldn’t walk in. Y/N didn’t need to know he’d seen them. 

Tim probably needed a cigarette, or two or three. He needed to calm down.

But he walked in 5 minutes after the choreographer, and he noticed how y/n’s smile could brighten up the whole room. And her sight was on Tom and only Tom. 

She was sitting down, watching Tom rehearsing. She didn’t even notice Timmy was in the room as well. 

And then he heard her: 

“Oh my god, Thomas stop, you’re an idiot.” 

That’s when he had walked out of that room. But he still had some hope. Tom, after all, was her perfidy. Timothee had to wait until Tom betrayed y/n again. 

And after that, y/n had noticed that Tim had changed. The next days were different. Tim would avoid her. He didn’t even look her in the eyes. But y/n thought it was for the best. 

But Tom had been different, too. He hadn’t asked her out again, but they haven’t… had anything else either. 

Well, maybe, almost.

 After seeing Tom dance, and after that kiss it was no secret y/n was left with hunger for more. So of course, when he’d finished she had made sure nobody was watching, she’d placed her hands on the sides of his head and kissed him. 

He’d kissed back right away, of course, his hands in her waist as he had pulled her closer. But he had immediately pulled back. 

“No, y/n, I want to do this right, I mean it. No more… Whatever this is, I want to do this right.” 

And that had y/n thinking. And y/n would spend more time with him, even more time with him. But they had kept their bickering. 

And she had been able to write more and keep sending her little notes to Alessandra. 

Sam had come to set once and he’d been particularly weird, watching y/n very observantly. And he’d asked about Timmy. But it hurt, because Timmy wasn’t around anymore. Y/N had cried once about it, at home, when nobody saw her. 

But when Sam and Haz had come to set, Tom had… been nice. Y/N hadn’t, she had to keep up the whole hatred act going on. 

“Hey, but what’s up with that group chat?” Y/N asked. “I really need some context” 

“I don’t know,” Sam chuckled. “Haz?” 

“Ah, I don’t know,” Haz grinned. “I just love enemies who fall in love with each other.” 

Y/N frowned. “Ah, yeah, good trope, kind of impossible in real life.” 

“Is it really?” Harrison smirked.

“Yes, because they’re enemies, and enemies usually disagree on everything, so,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “But why did you make that group-”

“Let’s see if your enemy agrees,” he smirked. “Tom?” 

Tom looked up from his phone. “Yeah?” 

“Thoughts on enemies falling in love with each other?” Haz smirked. 

Sam snickered. 

Tom rolled his eyes. “Impossible.” 

“Huh, he agrees with you,” Harrison laughed. “Who would’ve thought?” 

That hadn’t stopped. 

And it hadn’t really stopped. 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“You’re silly.” 

It hadn’t stopped. Like that day when y/n had told Tom she’d do his makeup and made him look like a clown. Y/N had laughed all day about it. Haz had been there too. 

“Huh, funny, y/n is once again making a clown out of you,” he had said. 

But something had changed. Tom was… nicer. Actual gentleman. And he would find excuses to randomly touch her, like pulling her hair back, or lifting up her chin, and pointing out her outfits. He’d kissed her cheek once. Y/N had thought about it since. So sweet. 

But she seemed like a teenager all over again. 

 Especially because they had talked about where he wanted to go with this. 

“When will you finally let me ask you out,” Tom asked once after hours on set, they were going to go hang out with the cast and crew. They’d be leaving in a few days to New York to continue filming. Y/N was texting Tim if he was going to go, too. Tim didn’t answer. 

Y/N didn’t know why he had all of sudden become so cold but he’d said to her that he was giving her her space. But y/n missed Tim. You know, it’s normal, she was so used to having him around. Even as a friend. 

“Why do you even want to ask me out?” Y/N asked, looking up. Tom was driving. “Please I need to know, you already got what you wanted,” Y/N pointed out. 

“What?” He chuckled. “What do I even want?” 

“We’ve slept together Tom, we don’t need to sugar coat it, we could keep up-” 

“Who said that’s what I want.” 

“What else would you want, dumbass?” She wondered. 

Tom chuckled. “A date’s goal is not to have sex with someone.” 

“Well, what’s your goal?” She rolled her eyes. 

“I dunno, y/n,” he sighed. “And though your clothes look prettier on the floor, that’s not where I’m trying to go with-- I mean,” he coughed. “I want that, too, you know? But--I also want to make you smile.” 

She chuckled. “You do that already,” she grinned.

“Oh yes, but I do that with everybody,” he chuckled. 

“You’re an idiot,” she stated. 

“Well, yeah, but I’m trying to be your idiot,” he gulped. “Like hold your stupid hand whenever I want to and shit.” 

“Hold my stupid hand?” She giggled

“Yes, and...cuddle you,” he cleared his throat. “Aggressively cuddle you, I mean.” 

 “Tom Holland are you trying to flirt with me?” She smirked. 

He laughed. “Been trying to for the past month but thanks for noticing.” 

Y/N looked at him. “Well, what exactly is your goal?” 

Tom pursed his lips. “A relationship, didn’t you get it from what I just told you?” 

That’s when y/n had gone quiet. The question had remained in the air. Her chest had curled up, and she had to look out the window. 

“Y/N?” He asked, with fear. 

She kept quiet, for a bit more. Until they arrived. 

“When?” She finally asked, as he’d parked. 

Tom’s eyes widened. “What?” 

She cleared her throat. “When would this… date take place?” 

“Are you accepting?” He grinned. 

“We’re leaving soon to New York and I need to… pack,” she looked away. “And tomorrow I know you’re going out with James and I am going out with my friends so…When?” 

“Leave that to me,” He grinned, and he’d kissed her cheek. 

Timmy was there, for sure. And he had glanced at y/n, and he’d clenched his jaw when he saw Tom had pulled out the chair for y/n, and sat right beside her. 

Timmy had ignored y/n. 

But Timmy hadn’t played fair. 

“So, Mads, Tom,” Tim grinned, the dinner was honestly going phenomena. “You guys have excellent chemistry.” 

“We do!” Madison grinned. 

Tom chuckled. “Huh.” 

“Yeah, why don’t you guys date,” Tim had pushed. 

Maddison grinned. “Huh, Tom had asked me out once but—“

“Oh, you did, Tom?” Timmy asked. 

Y/N only turned slightly to look at him. 

“I—Only asked you for lunch, I think we’re good as friends Mads, let’s keep it professional,” Tom had answered, glaring at Tim. 

The night continued, Tom had rested his arm behind y/n’s back. And Tim kept playing that game he had. As if he was trying to prove something to Tom. And he decided to stop ignoring y/n, a little too much for Tom’s convenience. 

“No, but—His face!” Timmy laughed. “No, y/n here—I swear, you remember right?” 

“Stop,” y/n laughed. “Sometimes I am super stupid!” 

“Half an hour, trying to get directions, imagine this! No one speaks French but me, and y/n had taken like 4 lessons!” Tim laughed. “That didn’t stop her from claiming she is soooo good at french, and she was the one who wanted to speak!” 

“I—I was okay,” y/n laughed. “Hey, you were my teacher! If anything this is your fault.” 

““But—“This other guy, blue shirt, name is not important. “how bad could it be? Mispronouncing one word?“

“no, it was bad!” Y/N laughed. 

“Okay, but there is a difference, okay? Between poutine and putain!” Timothee laughed. “But okay, okay, she went completely serious, and she just approached the old man, she was—She was going for it,” Tom grinned. “And she goes with this face,” Tim sucked in his cheeks. “High pitched voice: ‘excusez-moi, monsieurrrr, ou est-ce-que nous—-pouvons? Pouvons? Trouver…. PUTAIN!” 

Y/N covered her face. Tom chuckled. 

“Why—what does that mean?” Tom frowned, angry that y/n clearly still had that connection and dynamic with Tim. 

“So you see, poutine is a Canadian dish, and putain.... Means whore. Basically she asked where we could get whores instead of poutine! Big difference y/n!” Tim laughed. 

The whole table burst into laughter.

“Wait, how do you guys know each other?” Maddison asked, watching Tim and y/n. “I—I mean I know Tom and y/n are childhood friends but you, Timmy?” 

Y/N cleared her throat. 

“Well—Uh,” Tim smiled sadly. 

“They went to college together,” Tom was the one to answer. 

“We used to date,” Tim said. 

Maddison widened her sight. “Oh, and what happened?” Maddison chuckled. “You guys have great chemistry.” 

Tim locked eyes with y/n but then he glanced at Tom. 

y/n cleared her throat. “Well, Mads, that’s a story for another time.” 

Tom shrugged. “Sometimes it doesn’t work out, it’s no big deal.” 

Tim clenched his jaw. “Yeah, and we… We were supposed to be apart but then y/n took this job, so… Who knows?” Timmy grinned at y/n. 

Y/N took a long sip of her drink. 

Tom also wanted to play that game, which had basically turned into a ‘who has more anecdotes with y/n’ kind of game. 

“No, but we actually knocked the piano over,” Tom explained, between laughs. 

“Why?” Someone else, green t-shirt, asked. “How do you knock a piano over?” 

“We are enemies,” y/n explained. “And sometimes—“She chuckled. “We went too far.” 

Tom had proven that he had more. But they all seemed… Different. Tom realized how different from the stories Timmy had his own stories were. Because Timmy built it up, in a way that made Tom boil up with jealousy again as if he was reliving it again. 

But then he’d pulled out the card, the whole, I’ve known her my whole life, and he’d be winning again. But Timmy. Timmy didn’t even make it seem like a competition. He was just.. Being Timmy. Proving that even if he’d known her for only three years, he knew y/n. 

And they continued with that game, until y/n had caught on to it. She was not amused. 

But she had ignored them, both. She was angry, Tom could notice. 

“Hey so—I bought a Polaroid,” Tom said almost at the end of the evening. 

Y/N had stopped, to look at him.  “You what?” 

“Yeah,” Tom said, as he pulled it out. “So, we might as well take a picture all together, yeah?” 

Tim had also been skeptical. 

And they had taken a picture. 

Timmy had kissed y/n’s cheek to say goodbye. 

When they were making the way back to the car, Tom was still looking at the picture. And still thinking about the way Tim had placed his lips against y/n, so slowly. As if trying to prove something to Tom. 

“Wait, y/n?” 

She looked back at him. 

“Can I take a picture of you, idiot?” Tom asked. 

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “No.”

“Why not?” He frowned, quickly reaching out for her, taking her hand. 

“What for? So you can give it to Tim and prove a point?” She asked. 

He pursed his lips. “No, to keep this moment.” 

She coughed as she tried to avoid his gaze.  “You know, I’m not amused by whatever you were doing, both of you--” 

“He started.” 

“He didn’t,” she crossed her arms. “And if you think that this is a game and--” 

“Well, I’m winning, anyway, I’m the one taking you home.” 

“So I’m a prize?” She snapped. 

“No, no I didn’t…” Tom squeezed his eyes shut. “No, I’m sorry.” 

Y/N believed in little things that made up a person, certain events, songs, and even insignificant things, like a beer cap or a napkin stained with lipstick. There are times when it’s impossible to take a picture and even more impossible to take a polaroid. Like after she’d danced with Tom. She really didn’t want to read much into it, because he knew how Tom was. Tim had said it, Tom was her perfidy. 

But she had wanted to take a picture. 

She hugged herself, watching him

“Do you even know how to use a Polaroid?” She questioned him.

“It’s just taking a picture, y/n,” he looked away. “Forget it.” 

“And what kind of moment is there to keep here?” She wondered. “Walking in a parking lot?” 

He scoffed. “The fact you  accepted to go out with me.” 

She smiled. “Ah, but I didn’t say yes, did I?” She smirked. 

His eyes widened. “But I thought—“

“Sh, let’s just take that damn picture, silly,” she grinned as she took the camera off his hands, leaned over to his side. 

Tom blinked but then leaned away, as she smiled as she snapped the picture. 

He stared down as she waited for the picture to dry out, he placed a soft loving kiss to her cheek. 

She blushed and then blinked, looking at himself “Now let's go, dumbass,” she cleared her throat. 

He snickered watching her. 

“Dumbass in a… cute and caring way,” she added, before coughing away the awkwardness. 

This was going to be different. 

Tom had changed. Of course, he had to be subtle otherwise he knew y/n would go insane. But little by little he had been nicer, he wondered if she’d noticed. It seemed that after that very one particular kiss, y/n had sensed something changing, too. But he could only pretend to be her enemy for just a little bit longer. Of course, some habits couldn’t wear out but this was… different. 

Y/N seemed to be conflicted, though. There were times when he saw her building up her walls, and being defensive but just as if she was reminded of something, she’d let loose.

His brother and friend had noticed a change, too. Texting, all day. And they’d said that y/n had been too observant. Haz had been bothering y/n in front of Tom: 

“You were totally checking him out.” 

“I was not,” Y/N had said. 

“Don’t worry, he checks you out all the time, too.” 

Of course, he wanted to kill Harrison. 

But he knew y/n was being defensive. But there old habits that didn’t wear out, like him casually pushing her away when he walked by. Or her flipping him off whenever he looked at her. 

“Dumbass” “Idiot.” “Stupid.” Those weren’t going to go away. 

But they were flirting. 

And now she’d accepted a date. And Tom had to think of a date. Would they have their first date in New York? They couldn’t. 

Tom had gone to her apartment by surprise to help her pack.

It was only for two weeks but he, as stupid and cheesy as it may seem, wanted to make sure she packed outfits for what he had planned. 

But it didn’t make sense, did it? He knew he couldn’t—the dates couldn’t be usual. 

And then his mind was going places to where the date would go, he did have a certain idea. But he was debating on little details? Did he have to get her flowers? 

He knew she loved flowers. But he couldn’t just choose yellow flowers. But what other kind of flowers? He remembered how difficult it was to choose flowers for her, how does one choose flowers for a girl who has a garden in her eyes? 

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, as she was folding some clothes but she looked up as Tom was looking at her wall full of Polaroids and picked up a hanger. 

“I’m— going to hang this one,” Tom smirked as he fanned the picture they’d taken at the parking lot. 

Y/N laughed. “And who says I want your silly face hanging there?” 

He chuckled as he walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You don’t?”

“No.” 

“I’m going to hang it out anyway,” he claimed with a smile and then placed a kiss on her cheek. 

She rolled her eyes. 

She cleared out her throat after a while, as Tom was only admiring her wall.

“So—Uh, what exactly?” She cleared her throat. “Should I pack for—the date?“ 

He grinned. “Ah, right,” he chuckled. “Well all your clothes are ugly so it doesn’t matter.” 

“You’re right, you’re going to be showing your stupid face so it won’t matter,” she snapped. “Hey… wait toss me that pink scarf from that top drawer, idiot.” 

“Top—?”he stared at the drawers and decided to randomly open one. And that definitely was pleased with that drawer. “Oh.” 

“What?” 

A drawer full of lingerie. 

“Yeah these—All of this drawer is coming.” 

Y/N looked up. “Huh?” 

He smirked as he pulled out a very nice set of pink bikini lingerie. Very, very nice. With flowers. “Especially this one,” he waved the two pieced set in the air. “This, this one is for the date.” 

“Oh my god,” y/n ran over to try and pull it off his hands and close the drawer. “That was not the top drawer, oh my god, you’re so stupid.” 

Tom lifted up his hand and ran away with the set as he couldn’t stop laughing. Y/N rushed after him.

“Thomas!” 

And he was faster than her, but this felt like when they were kids, when Tom stole something from y/n. This felt so familiar. 

“Thomas, oh my god,” she continued as he rushed back to her bedroom and casually placed it in her suitcase. 

“That, you’re wearing that,” he smirked, as she punched him in his arm. “That’s the outfit for the date. 

“No,” she took it out. 

Tom grinned again, placing it back in. “Yes.” 

“There won’t be a date now,” she rolled her eyes, chuckling. 

“Why not?” He pouted. “That’s a great outfit.” 

“Because you’re acting like a child,” she said, chuckling, still embarrassed as she took the set back where it belonged. 

Tom rushed after her, hugging her from behind. “Well, not for the date but you should pack it anyway,” he grinned. 

“Just in case?” She laughed. 

“Oh, no, I’m 100% sure you’ll end up wearing it,” he sassed, hands in her waist, brushing his lips against her ear, fanning his breath against her neck. 

“I wouldn’t be that sure, idiot, the odds are actually very small,” she laughed, pushing him away. 

But he pulled her back to him, staring at her lips. “Why?” 

He grinned. 

“Because I’m still deciding whether or not I want to do this,” she bit her lip, watching him. 

“I’m not trying to break your heart this time, you know,” he reminded her as he cupped her cheeks. 

“No, but I’m afraid I am,” she had said. 

He didn’t know what that meant, and though he was dying to kiss her, he hadn’t. He didn’t. He couldn’t, he had to do it right. 

He helped her again, and he might or might have not slipped the set in again, she didn’t say anything this time. 

“What’s… this?” Tom asked as he was lurking through her closet, he found two shoeboxes. One said Tim, one said Tom. He frowned. 

Y/N looked up again, with fear, not wanting to deal with yet another shenanigan made by Tom. 

“What?” 

“It’s got my name in it,” Tom pointed out. And then y/n rushed to shut her closet door closed, realizing what he’d seend.

“None of your business,” she said, with a nervous smile.

“What is it?” He chuckled nervously. 

“Nothing,” she emphasized. 

He frowned. “Why do you have a Tim box? And why do you have a Tom box?” 

Y/N looked away. “Nothing.” 

He poked her sides. “Y/N?” 

“The…”She closed her eyes. “The TIm box is stuff that belongs to him that I haven't’ had the guts to give him back.” 

“And… the one with my name?” 

She shrugged, calmly. “That’s where I keep track of your schedule, you know I hate using the phone calendar, so it’s there.” 

“May I see it?” Tom asked. 

“No, because you’re going to mess everything up,” she said, pushing him away, and then pulling him to the front door. “Now, it’s getting late and you should probably leave because I need to get ready to hang out with my friends.” 

And he was going to hang out with James. Not sure why James seemed so cold lately. They’d have a beer. Tom kept thinking about the box. 

Tom saw James as a big brotherly figure, in a way that James had constantly given him advice and in a way that James was not afraid to call him out on his bullshit. But it was also kind of scary. Especially due to the fact that Tom now felt guilty that he’d slept with y/n, and Tom knew how protective James was when it came to y/n. 

Of course, you know, the first chit chat that’s only catching up wasn’t intense. But Tom was sweating, because he feared that James would ask him about it. And he was scared because he had once heard James say: ‘Tim is the one for y/n, they’re so perfect for each other it’s ridiculous.’ 

And James was the first one to call Tom out whenever he’d crossed lines with y/n. James understood that they had the whole enemies thing, but James didn’t let Tom pull any kind of bad bullshit. 

However, James didn’t know about the yellow flowers. At least, Tom thought so. 

But Tom wasn’t really paying attention; he was wondering what exactly that box could have. 

“So, what’s going on with y/n?” James blurted out.

 Tom almost spat his beer as he had to cough away his choking. “Hm?”

James laughed, rolling his eyes. “Are you not going to tell me?” 

Tom felt sweat falling down his forehead as he stared at the older brother of the love of his life. Suddenly he regretted every single thing he’d pulled over the last month, from sleeping with her to waving around her underwear. 

“Tell--tell you what?” Tom played dumb. 

James watched Tom, and rolled his eyes scoffing. “Tom.” 

Tom started to peel off the paper from the beer. “What?” 

“She told me.” 

“What—did she tell you?” Tom’s heart felt like it was going to pop right out of his chest.

James watched him. “That you asked her out…” He cackled. “Was she… supposed to tell me anything else?” 

Tom felt his soul coming back to his body. He blushed as he let out a nervous snicker. “Ah, yeah. No, I mean, no that’s it but—Yeah I asked her out.” 

“Well, that’s such a turn of events right?” James asked. “I thought you—hated her.” 

Tom stared at his beer. 

“I’m in love with her,” Tom stated. 

James watched him, took a sip of his beer. “Okay. So?”

Tom frowned. “Aren’t you… surprised?”

“Oh, sorry,” James cleared his throat. “That’s brand new information!” He faked surprise. 

Tom frowned. “What?” 

“Okay, I know that, you haven’t been subtle and while all of you were running around pretending to be enemies, me, the grown up noticed a lot of things.” 

Tom felt betrayed. He didn’t know why but he was offended. Why wasn’t he surprised? Sam and Haz had been… A little. But this was his best kept secret and James knew. 

“What?” Tom repeated. 

“Please you’ve been drooling over her your whole life,” James pushed. “I… I am only wondering, what’s up with this?” 

“Well uh---�� 

“And what about Harry?” James questioned. “Because, Tom, this…He’s your brother, and I know you, I’ve seen you toy around with y/n and act all adorable but the moment Harry walks in you push her away, and you break her heart, and look, right now, she… She doesn’t have to deal with that kind of crap, alright?” 

Tom watched him. “I know, I fucked up, but now… I… I really want to work this out.” 

“Look, Tom, you’re… You’re my friend, okay?” James squeezed his eyes shut. “But she’s my sister and she comes first, and I don’t want you fooling around with her, okay? Besides… I don’t know how she’s going to react to all of this, alright?” 

“Well, she seems to be up for it,” Tom sighed. “I’m not trying to fool around, I genuinely love her.” 

James watched him and took a deep breath. “What about Tim?”

Tom clenched his jaw. “What about him?” 

“I dunno,” James sighed. “I’d be nervous having around the man who proposed to the woman I love.” 

“Tim… proposed?” 

That was… Now that was brand new information. 

Y/N wasn’t far from there, having dinner with her friends, Charlie and Danielle, whom she really hadn’t talked to in a while. They’d spoken about life, about Joe Holt, whom was now also hitting on Danielle, but had asked about y/n, and about Charlie’s tinder experience. 

Y/N had been quiet. She had been thinking about Tom. And Tim, who had been texting her since that dinner. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Because now guilt was invading her. 

And she was confused. Was she falling back in love with Tom? And how dangerous was it to fall in love when she was writing about it? 

When Tom had left, she’d opened Timmy’s box. A box full of secrets, of napkins, of movie tickets and beer caps, of an egg shell from the first time he’d ever made breakfast for her, and sweeteners of their first café date.  Of memories and film canisters. 

One very special film canister. 

But she was thinking about Tom’s box. One filled with both good and bad memories. Dried out yellow flowers, and lipsticks she hadn’t touched in years because he’d kissed those. With scripts she’d written for them. And now, with a beer cap, from the first night they’d slept together. The package of pasta of when he’d cooked dinner for her, and now she’d taken that polaroid he’d hung to place it in her box, to remember the day he’d asked her out.

She didn’t want to ruin this. She really didn’t want to break his heart, she had to stop. 

“Okay, spill it,” Charlie smirked. “Y/N I can’t believe you literally have to work for your wrost enemy and have your ex there!” 

“I wouldn’t be able to do it,” Danielle pointed out. “How’s it going?” 

Like hell. Y/N would be lying if she admitted that she would constantly be very stressed out. She cried, a lot. Besides, she was making a fool of herself. Who was she trying to kid? She was falling back in love with Tom. But then she still had feelings for Timmy. Because Timmy was perfect. 

“It’s been fine,” she lied. 

“Have you fucked Tom, yet?” Charlie asked. 

Y/N blushed. “Why do you always assume--?” 

“Ah, please, y/n, it’s all over you, you’ve got that glow everybody talks about, you’ve been getting laid so I can only assume it’s...No,” he paused himself. “Are you sleeping with perfect Timmo boy?” 

Danielle chirped. “Oh my God, yes, you should get back together with him you made a perfect couple!” 

“Honestly, yes, you guys were maaaade for each other,” Charlie sang. 

Y/N only sipped of her cosmo. 

“No, I didn’t sleep with Tim.” 

Charlie watched her with a proud smirk. “Fine, don’t tell us… By the way Alessandra is loving everything you’re sending her,” Charlie laughed. “She said she’s doing your script, no doubt.” 

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. This couldn’t be happening. “But I don’t want to write it anymore.” 

“What do you mean?” Danielle frowned. “It’s brilliant, I asked Alessandra today what it’s about and it’s brilliant! Enemies with benefits! How did you even come up with that?” 

Y/N stayed quiet. 

“Yes, the whole enemies to lovers, 80’s couple, revenge party kind of thing, it’s amazing,” Charlie added. “I love it, you should be proud of yourself.” 

Y/N only sipped more. “I can’t--” 

“Why not?” Danielle frowned. 

Charlie then stopped to stare at y/n, as if he was connecting two and two. “Wait a minute.” 

Y/N rubbed her face. 

“You slept with Tom,” Charlie whispered. “You’re shitting me,” he pitched his voice. “You’re.. Shit, you’re kidding me, you’re.. You’re enemies with benefits with Tom.” 

Danielle’s eyes widened as her mouth o-shaped with surprise. 

“Sh, sh, ‘kay, yes, yes, I…” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. “But… Look, I need to stop this, I need to change the script now, okay? I can’t write about this, it’s fucked up, I know it’s wrong and…I well.” 

“You caught feelings,” Charlie smirked. 

“What?” 

“How do you even know this?” Danielle frowned. 

Charlie rolled his eyes. “Please a woman in love is easy to give away, and y/n here has always been in love with Tom so…” Charlie chuckled. “You’re in love, aren’t you?” 

“Maybe,” y/n admitted. “No... Not in love. I’m not sure. I dunno. But okay, he asked me out and I think… I think it would be nice, you know?” 

Charlie nodded. “But you’re afraid he’ll find the script.” 

“Yes because it’ll blow up in my face,” y/n said. 

Charlie nodded. “But then again…”He paused. “Look, I’ve been reading the script, you know Alessandra always makes me edit everything,” he remembered. “And from what I’ve caught on so far is you’re really trying to get your revenge because he broke your heart, I don’t know what’s fiction or not but you’ve made it clear he was an asshole.” 

Y/N stayed quiet. 

Danielle blinked. “And was he?” 

“Yes,” y/n sighed. “But…” 

“But?” Charlie watched her. “y/n, what do you want?” 

“I don’t know anymore,” she sighed. “I… have feelings for him.” 

“But you also said he was your… What did you call him? This weird word, that meant someone who’s only trying to get your trust to break your heart or some poetic shit like that?” 

“I know,” y/n said. “I… Just...I want to believe this time it’s different and I… don’t want to break his heart.” 

“But what if he breaks yours? What if he keeps on with that weird word, because look, y/n, even as much as I tried to ship you with him, deep down I’ve seen how shitty he’s been with you,” Charlie continued. 

Danielle nodded. “That’s true, whenever he’s been at your parties, he was a really big asshole.” 

Y/N nodded. 

“He doesn’t have to find the script,” Charlie said. “Make sure he doesn’t and--” 

“But what if they film it,” Y/N pushed. “What will I say then?”

“The story is different enough, I’m sure, I didn’t get it was you and Tom, but only because I know you and because Alessandra made sure to ask it was a based in real events kind of thing, but nobody else knows about it, it’s set in the 80’s, and if he asks about it--” 

“But it’s…” 

“Is it the same story?” Charlie questioned. 

“No,” y/n shook her head. “No, I’ve made sure it’s different enough, I’ve only… made sure it’s about enemies with benefits and her trying to get her revenge but no, it’s got nothing to do with me, but you see the problem, right?” 

“Well, I do,” Charlie admitted. “But--- You could say that it was only inspired by it.” 

“That’s true...But do you really love him?” Danielle asked. 

Y/N stayed quiet. 

“Don’t you think he’ll break your heart first?” Charlie pushed. 

Yes. He was going to break her heart first. 

“He was that weird word, wasn’t he? what was it? Danielle I told you about it, how it was such a great word!”Charlie attempted to recall. 

“Oh!” Danielle closed her eyes. “Yes, yes… Uh, serendipity?” 

Charlie laughed. “No, that’s the movie with John Cuscak, but I know a word for you… stupidity.” 

“It was something like… perdifidity,” Danielle recalled. 

“Perfidy,” y/n said. “Yeah, he’ll probably commit perfidy.” 

“So, when he does, then you’ll...be ready with your own perfidy,” Charlie said. “It’s only fair.” 

But she really didn’t want to commit perfidy. 

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[bastardtetsu]

{day 09} vanilla ice cream | tsukki x reader

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, secret pen pal, mutual pining a lil bit?

wc: 1.5k

warnings: sick reader (hangover/cold), mention of drinking, some swearing, tsukki showing human empathy

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

somehow it all reminds me of doctor jekyll and mister hyde for right before my eyes, a man that i despise has turned into a man i like

—vanilla ice cream; she loves me (music by jerry bock, lyrics by sheldon harnick)

the first thing you notice as you wake up is your pounding headache. it’s hard to be surprised at your state after the amount of alcohol you consumed last night - not without good reason, of course. as awful as you’re feeling now, it’s nothing compared to the hell that was last night.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that - it was supposed to be a magical, maybe even romantic evening. you had been looking forward to meeting your mystery friend ever since the two of you started messaging each other online, but you hadn’t expected to develop a full-blown crush on this person without even finding out what they look like.

but the more you got to know their personality, exchanging playlists and talking about your similar tastes in music, the more your messages to each other became fonder, even flirty at times. perhaps it was the level of anonymity that made you both so comfortable talking to each other, but you quickly became each other’s most trusted confidants.

when you started working at the record store, things became a little more stressful as you adjusted to your schedule becoming tighter, having to handle the occasional nasty customer, and dealing with one coworker in particular who must have being rude to you written into his DNA. talking with your anonymous friend is a much-needed escape, a distraction from the mundane, a hidden treasure that only you get to enjoy.

so as you sat waiting in the cafe last night, a rose laid out on the table as you had promised your dear friend, nothing could’ve killed your vibe faster than the aforementioned rude coworker - tsukishima kei - showing up and ruining everything.

you could tell he was only there because you’d insisted on leaving work early to make this date, and he wanted to see if you were lying. he only proved his intentions more when he had the audacity to sit down at your table and make jabs at you for meeting up with someone you met online.

“you’ve been waiting an awful long time haven’t you?” he taunted.

“tsukki, if you don’t leave this table—“

“and you’ve never even met them? this is how people get murdered, you know,” he sneered condescendingly. you almost got thrown out because of how loudly you screamed at him. thankfully you didn’t - although you did seem to strike some nerves with tsukishima, which you felt a bit bad about - but even though you waited at the cafe until closing, nobody showed up, leaving you alone with a single rose and a full bottle of wine.

needless to say, you have every reason to feel like shit this morning. not only are you hungover and heartbroken, having heard nothing but radio silence from your friend, you’re starting to feel lightheaded and stuffy-nosed too. you waste no time calling in sick, burying yourself in your blankets as you try your best to shut out the pounding in your head and the salty tears beginning to sting the backs of your eyelids.

suddenly, a knock at the door jolts you back to reality. “who is it?” you call out weakly.

another knock. you drag yourself out of bed with a quiet groan and go to answer the door, only to be met with a familiar lanky blond.

“what do you want, tsukishima,” you demand dryly, “did you have something you forgot to say last night? if you do say it fast, i don’t feel well today.”

“yeah i know, you called out of work,” he replies ambivalently, “that’s why i’m here.”

“oh, so you’re here to check up on me again, make sure i’m not slacking off?” you taunt him, your temper rising.

“that’s not—“

“you gonna go back to work and tell everyone i’m lying? that i just don’t care about my job?”

“no i’m n—“

“well joke’s on you, four-eyes, ‘cause guess what? i’m not giving you the chance.” you immediately start gathering your belongings, preparing to go to work.

“what?”

“i won’t be that late,” you mumble to yourself, throwing a coat over your arm as you hurriedly grab your keys, “fuck— where the hell is my other shoe??”

“oi,” tsukishima says firmly, “y/n. you need to lie down.”

“fuck off,” you bite back at him.

“no seriously, you look like you have a fever.”

“i don’t care,” you snarl, “help me look for my shoe, i know it’s here somewhere—HEY!!!”

there’s not much you can do but continue screaming at him as tsukishima scoops you up in his scrawny arms - which are evidently way stronger than they look - and carries you to your bed, dumping you unceremoniously on top of the blankets.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?” you shout. he just shrugs.

“what was i supposed to do? you wouldn’t get back in bed.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. arrogant prick. you slump down into your blankets, feeling too depleted to pick a fight anymore.

“i brought you something.”

your head shoots up as a plastic grocery bag lands next to it. opening it up, you find a tub of vanilla ice cream inside. “it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick,” he states.

“a-ah,” you stutter hesitantly, “thanks.” is tsukishima being… nice to you?

“did that uh… friend of yours ever show up?” he asks cautiously.

“no,” you mutter bitterly, “i waited til closing. guess you were right, meeting some stranger from the internet really was a stupid idea.”

“hm,” he grunts awkwardly, looking away from you.

“i mean,” you continue, “the least they could’ve done was give me some sort of explanation. instead they just fucking ghosted—“

“they didn’t ghost,” tsukishima interjects suddenly, almost defensive. “i mean— it hasn’t even been a day, they’ll probably hit you up later.”

“and how do you know?”

“because—“ he stops short, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “i saw the guy last night. on the way out of the cafe.”

“wait—what??” you exclaim, “you saw them? how do you know??”

“they were supposed to be holding a rose, right? like the one you had?”

“yeah— wait, how do you know about that?”

“it wasn’t hard to figure out. people usually don’t sit at cafes with loose flowers on the table unless it’s something dumb like that.”

“shut up, you wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass,” you snap back, “so he’s a guy? what did he look like? did you talk to him? what did he say?”

“yeah, uh— he asked if i knew you,” tsukishima recounts, “and he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for bailing, but something else came up.”

“anything else??” the eager glow in your eyes is suffocating as you stare him down, hungry for more details.

“yeah. he— he was kinda ugly.”

“…seriously?” you respond, half unimpressed with his attempt at a joke and half nervous that he isn’t joking at all.

“what, does that matter?” tsukishima replies mockingly, “i thought you liked him for his personality.”

“i do,” you jab, “and you know what, i don’t care what he looks like. and i certainly don’t care about what your salty ass thinks of him. i’m gonna message him right now, actually”

“have fun,” he says dismissively, turning to make his way out before pausing to pull a record from the vinyl collection on your shelf. “you like this album?”

“yeah, duh. it’s been one of my favorites for years.”

“huh. me too,” he replies, “it’s crazy how it stays with me. sometimes i swear i can hear it in my head while i’m asleep.”

“that’s funny,” you say, “my friend does the same thing. he hears it in his sleep.”

“heh. that is funny,” he mutters quietly as he turns to leave.

“tsukki—“ you stop him before he exits, “thanks for today. you’re not as awful as i thought.” a tentative smile graces your lips.

“whatever,” he mutters, quickly turning his face away from yours, “see you at work tomorrow.” as he retreats out the door, he prays you didn’t notice his blushing cheeks.

once tsukishima is out the door, you waste no time crafting a new message to your friend - but you find yourself struggling to piece together sentences as you snack on the ice cream tsukki brought you, the cold sensation easing your aching throat. was that really the same guy who’s been an asshole to you since the day you started working with him?

it’s incredible that the two of you even spent 2 minutes together without being at each other’s throats like usual, and even more so that someone as harsh and bitter as tsukishima would do something as kind as show up at your door with ice cream when you’re sick. he even said something to make you feel better - and it worked.

realizing that you’ve zoned out, you quickly snap your attention back to your message. but as you continue typing, you find your thoughts continually drifting back to the tall, bespectacled blond and his uncharacteristic kindness.

by the time you manage to write what you have to say and hit send, tsukishima is safely out of earshot when the new message pings on his phone.

he smiles and hopes that you figure it out soon, too.

a/n: i hope the ending for this one is clear addsdsdf,,,, i watched the entire roundabout she loves me revival to get inspired for this (and by get inspired i mean remember the plot details of she loves me bc i had only seen it once before lmao) tbh the narrative of this fic actually covers like 3 different songs, bc old musicals are weird and thought it was necessary to make looking for a shoe an entire number. anyways, all I have to offer you today is laura benanti being utter perfection and all of my love <3

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[outrebanx]

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Sarah Cameron x female reader

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Request/summary: ‘hi! I saw that you were willing to do sarah cameron on your masterlists and I was wondering if you could write one where Sarah and the reader are together? and the pouges find out when they see the two of them on sarah Cameron's boat together? and they're a lil upset bc the reader ditched them and bc they didn't know the reader liked girls?’ 

Warnings: fluffy with a small bit of angst but it be cute, language, (bad writing in general)

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: this is my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s alright and I enjoyed writing it so thank you for the request anon 🥺💗

“I wish we could spend everyday like this.” You say, turning to look at Sarah who was laying next to you on the deck of her family’s boat, sunning herself whilst she listened to you ramble about your life.

She opened her eyes and smiled at you, “I would love it if we did.”

You had been dating for about a month, but had been talking long before that so neither of you were certain when you caught feelings, you just knew they were strong feelings. Just being in her presence distracted you from all your internal conflicts - the main one being you were yet to come out to your friends. You knew your friends loved you and were almost positive they would support you, but the fact that you were dating Sarah Cameron, Kie’s worst enemy might not go down well at all so you had been lying to them for this whole month whenever you were with Sarah.

You hated lying to people, especially your closest friends, but for now it was necessary until you were ready to tell them. This was becoming harder and harder to do though, as you were seeing Sarah more and more often which meant you were coming up with more excuses to not hang out with your friends - they were really believable at first, stuff like ‘I’m being made to do chores’ or ‘I’m ill’ but you were now pretty sure they were becoming suspicious, Kie especially, and you didn’t know if you should tell them or not.

Today was another day where you’d had to lie, John B had messaged you saying they were all going out on the HMS Pogue, but you already had plans to join Sarah on her boat so you’d lied. Again. This time you were ‘going grocery shopping’ and you knew you were talking out of your ass but they were yet to confront you so the problem was being ignored.

A slow song came up on your playlist, Sarah stood up, holding her hand out to you, “Would this fine lady like to dance?”

You laughed, taking her hand, “She would love to.”

You stayed like that for the whole song, swaying in each others arms, foreheads pressed together, feeling at peace and shockingly, you realised, feeling love. Your stomach was doing flips at this realisation, not wanting to say it yet as you weren’t sure she felt the same, but you were smiling widely.

She looked at you, “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just really happy with you.”

She blushed slightly, “Same here.”

She looked at your lips and leant forward, you let your eyes fall shut as your lips met hers. Whenever you kissed her, the butterflies in your stomach were extreme, and you were pretty sure kissing her would never get old - you wanted to do it forever.

Unfortunately life had other plans for you, yours and Sarah’s moment interrupted by someone shouting your name.

“Y/N! Is that you?” Kiara shouted from their boat.

You jumped out of Sarah’s arms, “Shit what do we do?”

“Hey calm down, maybe it’s time they knew about us, and if they’re dicks about I’m here for you babe, always.” She squeezed your hand as you went to look over the side of the boat to speak to them.

“Hey guys, how’s your day been?” Sarah attempted to suppress a chuckle behind you at your awkward greeting.

You turned to scowl at her but couldn’t help but smile when she gave you a playful thumbs up.

“Uh, do you want to come up here quickly to talk?” You asked them

“Are we allowed? It is a kook boat after all, we don’t want to get it dirty.” JJ sneered at Sarah who had now made herself visible behind you.

“Yes you can,” you said, turning to Sarah, “they can right?”

She smiled at you softly, “Of course, and you’ve got this don’t worry.”

It took a few minutes for them all to climb up the ladder at the back of the boat, but they were all there in front of you now, John B and Pope smiling at you in greeting, JJ acting indifferent and Kiara scowling at Sarah. God you hoped this goes well.

John B interrupted the silence, “I thought you were busy grocery shopping or something today?”

Before you could begin to explain yourself, JJ jumped in, “That was clearly a lie man,” he turned to you, “Are we not good enough anymore or something?”

“No that’s not-“

“I can’t believe you’d ditch us for her.” Kie said, disbelief on her face.

“Just let her speak guys.” Pope cut in, stopping them from saying stuff they might regret and waving at you to speak.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him before taking a deep breath, “Um Sarah and me are dating, and I wasn’t bailing on you, I just want to spend time with her as well and I feel so shitty about lying to you all but I didn’t know how you’d all react and I’m sorry. Like really sorry”

You looked down at the floor, avoiding their stares as silence engulfed the boat.

“You like girls?” JJ asked, a softness on his face after you’d revealed your secret.

“Yeah,” you smiled, looking back at Sarah, “I like them a lot.”

“Alright, that’s pretty cool and I’m glad you’ve told us because now you can be my wingwoman,” JJ joked, causing both John B and Pope to laugh as well as they nodded their agreement.

You grinned at them, but as you turned to face Kie, she was still scowling, “Kie?”

“Y/N, I fully support who you are but does it have to be with her? I mean none of us even like her.”

“Yes but I love her!” You raised your voice slightly, freezing when you realised what you’d said.

“You love me?” You heard from behind you, turning you saw Sarah smiling at you, a small tear falling down her face.

“Yeah I do.”

You went to turn back towards the others when she cupped your face and kissed you passionately, quickly breaking away to whisper to you, “I love you too.”

John B cleared his throat behind you, breaking up your moment so you turned back around to the group.

“Kie, I know you two have a bad history but if I’m as good as friend to you that you are to me, could you maybe put it behind you and be happy for me? Please.”

She nodded, pulling you into a hug, “I’m sorry, I am happy for you, I’ll try not to be bitchy when she’s around,” she pulled away from you, “because now we know what’s been happening here, you don’t have an excuse as to why you can’t spend time with us and her together, yes?”

There was a chorus of agreement from everyone on the boat, and you smiled, the weight on your chest no longer there, your love for Sarah out in the open and all your friends supporting you. Who knew this day would be even better than you imagined?

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #442

“the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care, right?”

Would you ever sell your soul? No. Do you believe that something is going to happen in 2012? Welp, clearly not. I never believed it. Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No, but I'd love to! When was the last time you slept in someone else’s bed? Uhhh not since I visited Sara, I think. Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level? Loud, for sure. Louder than I should listen to. Did the last person you kiss have a tattoo? No. What’s the last song you heard? "The Bird and the Worm" by The Used. Has anyone told you they missed you lately? No. What are you most likely to do when you’re exhausted; take a nap, drink some coffee, or go for a run to get yourself pumped up again? Naps definitely win. What are you most likely to pick if you got to choose your topic on a research paper; drug abuse, mental illness, or the death penalty? Mental illness, for sure. What is your favorite month of the year and why? October, bc aesthetic. What’s your least favorite animal? Probably wasps. They're mean fuckers that kill bees. What was your class song when you graduated? Some super shitty country song. Have you ever had to spend the night outside (not camping)? No. What`s the scariest living animal that you`ve petted? A tarantula, I'd say. She was a sweet rose hair that I literally did pet, which you absolutely should not do to tarantulas, but I knew nothing about them at the time. The urticating hairs on their abdomens cause serious itching, and I tell ya, that sure happened. So did you play old school Nintendo or Atari or Sega? If so which one? We had an old Atari for a long time. When/where did you meet your first love? In the hallway, during my sophomore year of high school. Is there anyone you dislike, that you have to see/speak to regularly? Hm, what qualifies as "regularly," really? I don't like my sister's husband, who I see semi-regularly, but I don't really talk to him. Does your family eat any unique foods for Thanksgiving that aren’t the norm? If so, what are they? Nah, not that I can think of. If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it? What is your favorite flavor? Milk; I don't like it with water. I only eat the apples and cinnamon kind. Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video? If not, what was it of? It's a let's play. Have you ever been brave enough to cut your hair in a very different way? If you have, did you regret your decision after? Yes, and I still love it. What was the last book you had to read for school? Did you enjoy it, or were you just trying to get through? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. I loved it. Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery? If so, how much did they win? Would/have you ever play(ed) the lottery? No to both questions. I have a very addictive personality, so I don't really mess with dangerous things that might tempt that behavior. What band/celebrity/etc. do you know the most information about? Who would you like to learn more about? Markiplier, ha ha. As for who I'd like to know more about... hm. Have your friends met the last person you kissed? Girt has. Who has made the biggest difference in your life? Jason. You get a text from someone saying that they want to hang out - who would you most like it to be from? Also Jason. -_- What is the name on your birth certificate (feel free to withhold your last name for privacy reasons)? Brittany Marie is all you need to know. Even if shopping isn’t your favorite... every girl has a favorite store. What’s yours? My favorite physical store is Hot Topic, but my favorite store overall is Rebel's Market, which I'm pretty sure is just an online source. Which type of undies do you wear most: Thongs, bikini/briefs, bootyshorts, or granny panties? Don't you dare laugh, I prefer "granny panties" lmfao. They're what I'm comfortable in, okay. How many nail polishes do you have, if you were to take a guess? *I* have none. Idk about Mom, but I know not a lot. Are you on birth control? Do you use condoms? I use birth control to regulate my period and ease cramps. If I was sexually active though, both would be musts for me. When did you start your period? How did you react? Who did you tell first? When I got home from school sometime in middle school. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I was EXTREMELY upset. Like, I cried, because I didn't feel like a kid anymore. My mom was the first to know. Have you ever had sex while on your period? If so, would you ever do it again? NO NO NO NO THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS LKASDFJ;AJW;LKERJA;WEJLRKQWLKE;JR. Which way do you swing (boys, girls, or both)? I'm bi. Or pan. I really don't know. Tell me ALL about your longest/most serious relationship. Are you still in that relationship? How about I don't, because doing that I'm sure will send me in a PTSD spiral. No, we're no longer together. Who is your ALL TIME best friend (don’t count your boyfriend, either, silly!)? Sara. I don't think I've been as close with any other best friend. Which one of your friends has the best singing voice? SARAAAAAAAAAAA. What shade are you in foundation or concealer? I don't have a clue. I don't wear either. Have you ever showered with someone? Boy or girl? Were you completely naked? "Were you completely naked." No, I shower with underwear on. I've showered with my little sister as well as my best friend as a kid. I've never shared a shower as an adult and don't want to. Do you think you’re good enough for the person you like? No. Are you a cuddler or no? If I'm really into you, YUP. And if it's not hot. Wouldn’t it be kinda annoying to have to share a bed every night? No. I miss it sometimes. Have you ever walked on a beach at night? Yes. It's beautiful. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? Pretty easily, yeah. Would you marry someone you didn’t love if you were paid 10 thousand dollars? No. I just wouldn't be able to stomach doing that. I'm solely marrying for love. Have you had sex today? I haven't in many years. Do you still care about your last ex? Very very much! Do you own more then one bathing suit? Nope. Is there any alcohol in the fridge? Yeah, but none I like. Who have you recently made up with after fighting? Nobody. Who do you WANT to make up with? Jason. Megan. Do you get scared easily? Hm. It really depends on the situation. Have you seen UP? Never the full movie, actually. I need to. How many coats of mascara do you use? I use it so rarely that I barely know. Two, maybe? What’s your favorite bracelet? The one Sara gave me. I used to always wear it, but it's worn down with time and is too loose for me now, so it's just with my jewelry. What color hair does your mom have? It's naturally gray now, but she dyes it black. Favorite song to listen to when you are mad? "Headache" by Motionless In White does it. What restaurant would you want to work at? NONE. I ain't working with hungry people. I don't want to work with people - period. When people ask “how are you?” do you say “good” even if you aren’t? Depends on who's asking. If it's a stranger or someone I barely know, odds are I'm just going to reply with "fine" or something like that. Were you honestly a good kid? Yes. Is anything wrong with your eyes? I have to wear glasses, so. Have you kissed or hugged anyone today? No. What is your mom’s and dad’s favorite TV show? I don't really know for either. Mom watches loads of shows, and I don't live with Dad, so. I know he really likes The Big Bang Theory, though, which Mom also loves. Have you ever suspected your mom or dad of having an affair? No, but ~supposedly~, Dad did with his now-wife. I don't know what the fuck is true between my parents, though. Do you think buying second hand clothes is gross? It depends on the type of clothing (ex., used underwear is a huge fucking no), as well as the state it's in. Does it gross you out when your parents kiss? They're divorced. That would be incredibly weird, uncomfortable, and impossible with how I know at least Mom feels towards Dad. Do you have a playlist made on YouTube? Yeah, multiple. Do you like dollar stores? I mean, sure? They have good deals occasionally and are a good option to stop for a quick snack or something. Mom doesn't actually *shop* in them, though. What’s the last thing you bought from one? I think a honeybun. Do you think it’s weird how babies are made? Well, yeah. Science can be crazy, though. Have you ever lost a friend over the opposite sex? No. Are you comfortable in a short skirt? I wouldn't be comfortable in ANY skirt. Do you and your family go on a vacation ever year? We essentially never do. Vacations cost money. We don't have money to spare. When you were going out with your last ex and you had the chance to date your celebrity crush, would you have left your bf/gf for them? No, because it's not like I know him personally, while I know her very deeply. Who was your most romantic moment with? Jason. Do you sweat easily? Like you wouldn't BELIEVE. A side effect of one (or even multiple) of my meds is hyperhidrosis, so I can sweat an ocean in two minutes, it seems. It's disgusting, and I am so self-conscious about it. What’s one memory you wish would just vanish? Just a specific moment with Jason that is particularly agonizing to recall. Are you in love with someone? No. Partying or watching a movie? Partying isn't my thing. I'd have more fun watching a movie with friends. What pisses you off the most? Child molesters/rapists, probably. Where do you want to be at a year from now? I just want a job by then, dude. I also hope I've lost a lot of weight. Do you like pickles? Only dill pickles. If you saw someone broken down on the side of the road, would you stop to help? Honestly, no. I don't trust people. What do you do with your plastic grocery bags after you unload your things? We put our plastic bags into one big bag for later use. Have you ever slept in a water bed? Yes. How often do you use Flickr? I don't. I only ever check my friend's for meerkat photos, ha ha. Share three nice memories you have of the person you fell hardest for. No, unless you want me to cry. Have you ever made any of your friends cry? Not deliberately of course, but yes. Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? God no, I look high. Out of all the guys you know, who would you trust to not cheat on you? Girt. I know he never would, especially because HE'S been cheated on. How do you plan on disciplining your children? NOT by physical means, I can tell you that much. If I actually had kids, I'd teach them through (hopefully) primarily deeply talking things out. If need be, there'd be time out, grounding, things like that. I do NOT support methods like spanking your kid, so that's a big no. If you could live in another country, would you? What country? Yes; Canada. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Quinn, probably. What’s one health problem you wish you didn’t have? It's a tie between depression and anxiety. What is your cure for hiccups? NOTHING works for me. It's the worst. Did you ever do anything in class that annoyed other students? I mean, I don't think so. Have you used a Ouija board and had a freaky experience with it? I've never messed with one, and I don't want to. I don't know if I believe in their supernatural abilities or not, but I ain't fuckin around and finding out. Do you stick with a political party, or vote for who you like best? I pick based on their policies and morals, not necessarily their party. Do you know anyone who is an albino? No. Word search or crossword puzzle? Word searches. When you watch a game show, do you like to see people win or lose? Aw, who wants to see them lose? It's great to see people win and be so excited. Do you have a pair of fake redneck, vampire, etc. teeth? No. What is your favorite Pixar film? Finding Nemo. Do you get really mad when you lose a game? Not at all. I'm not very competitive, and games are about having fun. When was the last time you used a pay phone? I actually don't think I ever have. Who did you have your most amazing kiss with? Jason. Do you go to church every Sunday? I never go to church as I'm not religious. If you had to get famous for one of the following, which would you choose: music, acting, writing, modeling? Writing. What do you think of girls with huge boobs that don’t wear bras in public? Who the fuck cares. If they're comfortable and at least have a shirt on, let 'em. Most women have breasts, big whoop. Do you even like politics? God no. What’s it like at raves? Oh god, I'd never go. Have you ever had a dream in which you were making out, or more, with someone? lol yes

[hatsukeii]

hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever. 

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him. 

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change. 

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-” 

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind. 

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him? 

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!” 

“No.” 

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus. 

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

 “What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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[dalamjisung]

nothing complicated ✾ jeon jungkook

word count: 5418

genre: fluff, neighbors!AU

pairing: reader x Jeon Jungkook

description: you just moved in and Jungkook really makes you feel welcome.

Moving is never easy. There is always too much to do in too little time; boxing, carrying, building, settling. Thankfully, you aren’t alone, and your best friend– now your flatmate– is there to help you. She works on organizing the kitchen as you focus on building the shelves; she changes the old lamps for new ones as you put your room together; she works on her room and you clean the bathroom– like this, you two finish the whole place in a week. It is only once you two sit down on your new couch to watch a movie that it hits you: you’re home. 

“What are you feeling like today?” Your friend asks. “The Greek place around the corner is doing delivery, if you’re into that… or we can order from that same Korean place? The one we had last week?”

You groan, frustrated with your own stupidity.

“Why didn’t we buy pans yet?” You ask, sighing. It’s been a week of delivery and you are not sure how much longer you can put up with this. “At this point, I don’t want to eat at all…”

“I know, babes,” She says. “But they arrive tomorrow, so choose something delicious today cause that’s the last delivery we’ll order for a while.”

“Hm,” You try to remember all the options. “How about that Italian place? The one a few blocks away? I think they deliver here.”

“Perfect,” She taps away on her phone, excited to make the order after another day of hard work in the apartment. Everything was spot clean now, and you feel as exhausted as she does, after having to deal with your landlord about the broken boiler. “I just want to sit outside and enjoy the cold afternoon weather as much as we can… God knows tomorrow might be radioactively hot again.”

Laughing, she orders the food and helps you bring everything to the terrace you two fought so hard to have; an outside space is a must, she said as the apartment hunting continued, arguing that her dog needed a place to feel more comfortable around the house, but you knew it was just an excuse to be able to have a cute hang out spot that is not the living room. You agreed, though, and now there you are– sitting on your wooden furniture with fairy light that don’t do much besides upping the electricity bill. You love it, though; the wind dries your recently washed hair and makes you shiver, and you smile. 

You’re home. 

Home is peaceful, you can’t help but notice. The first floor seems to be empty, as you haven’t heard a single thing ever since you moved in a week ago; and the floor above you is where two women live– they came over to introduce themselves and invite you and your friend for a bottle of wine. The house to your right, one which you can see their garden from the left end of your terrace, is where a family lives, their six-year-old daughter, Lucy, having already gotten acquainted with Koya, your house dog. 

“Wine or beer?” She shouts from the kitchen, and before you can answer, someone does it for you.

“Beer!”

Your eyes go wide, and your friend comes back running, beers in hand and mouth agape.  

“That was definitely not you,” She whispers, shocked. 

“Nope,” You chuckle, still confused. Clearing your throat, you call out a bit louder. “Hello?”

“Hello!”

“Who- Who is this?” You laugh, getting up and walking to the metal railing that offers protection on the edge of the terrace. 

“Your downstairs neighbor!” You look down, eyes on the wide outside space they have thanks to living on the ground floor, and a boy walks out of the house, next to the beaten down ping pong table they have out there. “Hi! My name is Taehyung!”

“Oh!” You look at your friend, asking with your eyes if she’s seeing the incredibly attractive boy too or are your dreaming? “Hello there! I’m Y/N, and this is my friend, Sora!”

“Hi!” She beams, a very recognizable flirting smile on her face. “Nice to meet you.”

“Very nice,” Taehyung winks and smirks. “When did you guys move?”

And just like that the afternoon wheezes by. At some point you recognize you are slightly tipsy, Sora is drunk, and Taehyung managed to get his hands on a six-pack in his kitchen. Never did you two cross the staircase to go downstairs, as much as he tried to get you two to make him company while his two flatmates are away; the distance in between your small terrace and his wide garden seems to offer you just the right amount of security to boost your confidence.

Just as Sora is laughing at yet another joke, you all hear the door slamming, and suddenly someone is loudly belting to Blackbear.

“Fuck you, and you, and you,” You snort, recognizing the song instantly. “I hate your friends and they hate me too!”

“Uh,” Taehyung laughs, a bit embarrassed. “Jungkook?”

“I’m through, I’m through, I’m through,” He continues, and you can’t help but laugh to your heart’s content. “This that hot girl bummer anthem, turn it up and throw a tantrum!”

“Ya, Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung shouts, blushing intensely. “Watch your language, dude!”

“What?” The voice calls from inside. “I can’t hear you, hyung.”

“Watch your motherfucking language!” Taehyung shouts back, clearly frustrated. “You’re gonna make a bad impression with the new neighbors!”

“Oh, no,” You wave your hand, enjoying the show. “Please don’t stop on our account. We love a good show.”

“Neighbors?” Another voice asks, and soon you see another guy coming out. As soon as he spots you he is smiling, and you feel like you could melt with house sweet he looks. “Ah, hello girls!”

“This is Jimin,” Tae explains, rolling his eyes. “And the idiot that now is too embarrassed to come out is Jungkook.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Sora shouts so that Jungkook can hear too.

“Same here,” Jimin says, sitting down and opening a bottle. “So, where were we?”

The night ends with the four of you going to buy some more beer at the nearby convenience store. You don’t miss the curious eyes looking at you two through the window, though, shooting him a kind smile and hoping that one day you’ll be able to tell him you absolutely love Blackbear. 

                                                               ——————————

Almost a month passes before you get to finally meet Jungkook. You are on your way out to go to the gym you’ve been attending ever since moving– a boxing gym about thirty minutes away,– when you remember you forgot your keys. Going back would make you late for your training session, but there is nothing you can do and you start running back the same way you came from, until you spot him locking the door, and before you can back out, you poke his shoulder, breathing harsh and fast. 

“Excuse me,” You smile, trying your best not to startle him. “Jungkook, right?”

His eyes, still wide and so, so kind looking, focus on you and he just nods, slowly pulling his large headset down. “Yeah…”

“Oh thank god,” You mumble, and you are sure he heard you. “Stupid me forgot my keys inside and I’m already running late so could you maybe–“

“Oh!” He shouts, a little too suddenly, and you jump a bit. “Yeah, of course! Go ahead!”

He opens the door for you and you run up to your apartment, banging on the door with no avail; after a couple of minutes, you remember that Sora left for a date and wouldn’t be back for a while. You walk back down, defeated and accepting that you would be late and locked out. 

“Is everything alright?”

Your head snaps to your left, where Jungkook is leaning on the wall, waiting for you.

“Oh, yeah,” You smile. “My friend is not in, so I’m just going to have to wait when I come back…”

“Where are you going?” He squints his eyes at your tote bag, where the end of your boxing gloves are peeking out. 

“Uh… there is a boxing gym nearby I go a few times a week,” You scratch your head, suddenly embarrassed.

“The one next to the main road?” He asks, pointing to its general direction.

“You know the place?” You ask looking up at him, and that’s when you realize you two started walking together. 

“I’m going there right now,” He smiles and oh god, his smile. His teeth show and his cheeks puff in a way that reminds you of a bunny. “I train there too. I can just wait for you to be done and we come back together, this way you at least wait for your friend inside.”

“That’d be great, to be honest,” You smile, relieved. “Thank you so much, Jungkook.”

“No problem, Y/N,” He chuckles at your surprised face. “Jimin told me you guys’ names… I’m sorry, by the way, about that day.”

This was your chance. “No problem, I love Blackbear.”

His cheeks grow redder and redder, but the smile stays. “Well, I’m sorry anyways. I didn’t even go outside to say hi…”

“Ah,” You frown, pretending to be stern. “Yes, you should be very apologetic about that.”

He looks at you with a mix of suspicion and humor. “Oh, really?”

“Absolutely,” You nod. 

“How can I be forgiven?” He follows along. 

“Uhm…” You tap your finger on your finger, thinking. “Only one way.”

“Tell me,” He dramatizes. “I’d do anything.”

“Coffee,” You say, looking at him. Goddammit those eyes…

“Coffee?” He chuckles, and you shiver. 

“Coffee.”

“Alright then,” He shrugs, laughing to himself. “Coffee it is.”

The walk seems shorter today, Jungkook proving himself to be a much more enjoyable company then your usual iTunes playlist. He tells you the neighborhood gossip, joking about your landlord’s wife trying to steal Koya away since she’s obsessed with dogs. You learn that he is a Game Designer, working with your favorite company; he sings on his spare time, but you already knew that, always hearing him through your thin bathroom walls. And he apparently boxes, enjoying the strength that the physical activity gives him. 

“What about you?”

And now it’s your turn to tell him all about you; how you are pursuing your masters on Social and Cultural Psychology, a subject most people don’t pay the proper attention to, and how you’ve just started playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild, which is, coincidently, produced by his main competitor.

“I can’t believe this,” Jungkook groans once you compliment the game’s graphics. “This is treason!”

“I’m sorry,” You laugh. “But it’s so good!”

“Ours is better,” He says pointedly. “And I’ll prove it.”

“How?”

“You’ll see,” He says mysteriously, and you leave it at that, already arriving at the gym. 

Saying your temporary farewell, you walk into the ring, apologizing to your trainer profusely. The session is weird, today; your eyes focused on your trainer, but mind wandering to the lone boy at the punching bag. 

“Come on, Y/N, focus!” Your trainer shouts, and you are back at punching, and punching, and punching until. “Time!”

You collapse on the floor, body exhausted; however you still hear the adorable chuckle echoing in the empty gym. 

“Are you ready to go?” You turn your head to the side and see Jungkook smiling. “I can wait a bit more if you’re still finishing–“

“We’re done,” You decree, sending your trainer a pointed look. “I’m dead. You might have to carry my home.”

His nose crinkles with his wide smile. “No way, you are sweaty.”

“You’re not much better,” You deadpan. “Give me five seconds to get my jacket and we’ll go.”

“Y/N,” The trainer calls back. “I really can’t convince you?”

“No way,” You laugh, putting the jacket on even though your body feels like it’s melting. “Not my thing, Coach. But thanks for the consideration.”

“Huh?” Jungkook looks at you with inquiring eyes. 

“Can’t convince this girl to go competitive,” Coach laughs, shaking his head in disappointment. “She got here a month ago, but we all really think she has potential.”

You shake your head again. “Thank Coach, but no thanks.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, once you are walking back home. “It’s a huge opportunity!”

“Yeah, but it would also demand a lot of my time,” You shrug. “With getting my Masters and trying to find a job, I don’t think I’d have the time or energy to try and go pro.”

He nods, understanding. “I get that. Good thing you found time to just train and enjoy it, then.”

“Yeah, specially since now the company just got better,” You wink, making him blush.

You check your phone once you two are close to the building but there’s still no news from Sora. You groan, desperately wanting to shower. 

“Is she home?” Jungkook asks, already knowing the answer considering your frustrated reaction. 

“No… and I don’t think she’s coming home anytime soon,” You mumble, sighing. “I’ll just wait outside my door. The carpet seems comfortable.”

Jungkook scoffs. “No way, you’re waiting inside. You must be dying to shower… I can lend you some clothes and you can use my bathroom.”

“Oh, I don’t want to–“

“Come on, Y/N,” He jokingly elbows you. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor.”

“When you put it like that,” You roll your eyes. “I can’t say no, now, can I?”

“Never,” He opens the door and walks to his apartment. “After you, ma’am.”

It feels weird to not just walk up the stairs to your floor, but you also enjoy the excitement rushing through your veins; you’ve crossed the imaginary line of your terrace… would that be okay?

“Y/N!” Jimin shouts happily from the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Hey Jimin,” You wave and allow yourself to be pulled by your hood to Jungkook’s room. “Got locked out after the gym and Jung–“

“She’s showering in my bathroom, no one goes in there,” Jungkook basically growls at his flatmates. “I’ll come help with dinner while she does her thing.”

“We were thinking of ordering today, actually,” Tae says from his spot on the couch. “You like pepperoni pizza, Y/N?”

“Love it,” You smile. “I’m down.”

“Perfect,” Jungkook says, still pulling you. “Now go shower, you smell.”

You give him the finger. “You smell, too, you know?”

“I’m very much aware,” He laughs. “I’ll shower in Jimin hyung’s bathroom.”

He picks up a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, shoving them towards you and leaving the room. It’s only when the door closes that you allow yourself some time to look around, noticing how similar his room is to yours; blue bedsheets and pillows, a large, two screen computer with, and you’ve guessed this before, a classic gamer chair in the corner. Some trophies stand in a shelf and you smile at a younger picture of him, wearing a black taekwondo belt and holding a medal. Making some mental reminders, you go to the bathroom, basking under the warm water softening your tired muscles. 

You wash your hair and smile, noticing how everything smells like him. Shampoo, conditioner, clothes. It takes over your sense and you close your eyes, summoning the cute smile and kind eyes. Almost like magic, and just as you raised the color of his t-shirt away from your neck and to your nose, the door opens and Jungkook looks at you.

“Ready?” You nod, pretending nothing happened while wanting to bury yourself six feet under. “Pizza’s already here– didn’t want you taking too long and risking Taehyung hyung eating all of it.”

“He wouldn’t!” You gasp, following him to the living room.

“Oh he would,” Jungkook scoffs. “Actually, he did! Many times before.”

“But I’m special,” You joke. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”

“You are 100% right,” Tae catches on. “I will always wait for you, Y/N.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook sits next to his flatmate and pulls you down next to him, and you have to wonder what is up with this boy and pulling you places. He gives you a slice and digs in after you start eating, always eyeing the other boys to make sure they leave you at least another slice. You all have fun, but you start to grow anxious as Jimin goes to sleep, and Taehyung follows. It’s getting late and all that Sora sent you was a wink face, and from that you had many, many interpretations to follow. 

“Okay,” Jungkook sighs, getting up. “Are you ready?”

“W-what?” You look at him, furrowing your brows. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you are ready, Y/N?” 

“Uh, I think so? Sora is not coming home, I think, but if you want to go to sleep I can wait in the hallway and–“

“What? No, you’re sleeping over,” He waves his hand as if that had been already settled. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“What are you talking about then?”

He moves towards the TV, clicking some buttons and opening some drawers. He comes back with a pile of game boxes. “Chose one.”

“Are these–“

“Yes,” He says and there is determination in his voice. “Now choose one and let’s do this shit.”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

The night is not long enough for the two of you. Game after game, Jungkook keeps his promise– his games are better. The graphics, the storyline, the worlds; everything. 

“This one was the best,” You gush, dropping the control with a yawn. It’s now six in the morning and you two have not taken a break since you started. “It’s my new favorite, 100%. Where can I buy it, Kook?”

The nickname comes out naturally and you two smile at it; he leans forward, grabbing the disk from his console and puts it back in the box, giving it to you without hesitation.

“This is my game,” He smiles. “They are all from my company, but this is my game. I pitched it, and it was my first project of many. I’m glad you liked it, Y/N. You can have it.”

“Wha- No!” You push it away. “You need to keep it!”

“I can just get another copy from the office,” He shrugs. “Keep this one. You can play again anytime.”

“Thank, Kook,” You whisper, truly touched with his actions. “Really, thank you for everything.”

“Nah,” He chuckles. “It’s nothing.” “Don’t say that,” You frown. 

Does he know? Doesn’t it show?How much this means to me?

                                                              ——————————

Waking up is not as graceful as it was falling asleep. You are not sure when you two lay down in the couch, but you wake up barely able to breath and feeling way too hot to be normal. You look at the man laying behind you with his heavy arm and leg tossed over you and huff, trying to move away from him, but turns out Jungkook is a cuddler.

“Just roll away,” Taehyung says, walking straight to the kitchen. “He does that in his sleep, so it’s easier to just roll away.”

The loud thud is not enough to wake your friend and you are thankful, wishing he’d sleep as much as he can, considering it’s the weekend. 

“Good morning,” You say, trying to pretend nothing’s happened.

“Nu-uh,” Taehyung smiles cheekily. “Not how I roll. What’s happening there, huh?”

“Nothing,” You roll your eyes. “We spent the whole night playing games and fell asleep. You said it yourself, he does that in his sleep.”

“Yeah, he does,” Tae shrug. “But I saw the way you two clicked… Jungkook is a really shy kid, you know? He doesn’t open up easily, not like that.”

“I’m sure he’s just trying to be nice,” You smile but it comes out forced. You really want to believe Taehyung’s words, but you literally met Jungkook less than 24 hours ago. “Have you heard Sora come back?”

“I’ll tell you if you give me her number,” Tae offers you his best boxy smile. “Your friend is… something else.”

“Believe me, I know,” You don’t even hesitate, pulling your phone out and texting him her contact. “She thinks you’re hot, by the way.”

“Wow,” His eyes are wide. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m helping a friend out,” You roll your eyes. “You like her, she likes you; there’s nothing complicated there. Just know that if you hurt her, I’ll murder you in your sleep.” You finish off with a bright smile.

“Well, in that case, let me help you too,” Tae chuckles. “Kookie likes you. Thought you were beautiful the first time he saw you. And Sora got home hours ago.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“He likes you, you like him,” He repeats, walking away. “Nothing complicated there.”

Mumbling to yourself, you go to your apartment only to be face to face with your flatmate. 

“Now, now,” Sora asks, pretending to not be wearing the same clothes as the day before. “Where were you, young lady?”

“I should be the one asking that question!” You shout. “I got locked out!”

“I told you I was going out,” Sora shrugs. “Now tell me why Taehyung has my number and what happened when you slept over there?”

“Nothing happened, and because he likes you,” You yawn, going straight to your room. 

“That’s not what he said,” She taunts. “He said something about a certain Jungkook liking you?”

“How would he know?” You ask her. “We just met! Yesterday!”

“That’s all it takes and you know it,” She says pointedly. “Or did you forget about he who shall not be named?”

“That’s different,” You frown, suddenly remembering your ex. “In the end, I didn’t know him at all. I don’t want to make the same mistake… you know why.”

“I do,” She sighs. “But not everyone is him. Jungkook is definitely not him… something about Jungkook is much more innocent.”

“I know, I know,” You yawn. “He’s great, but… it’s too soon. I need time. That’s what I came here for.”

“You’ll have as much time as you need,” She promises. “Even if I have to ward Taehyung and Jimin off your case.”

You nod because you trust her. Sora has always and will always be by your side, just like you will be by hers. After you broke-up with your ex, she was the only one that stayed by you, instead of criticizing you for being an inconsiderate asshole. You left him when he needed you the most, people said, but they didn’t even know half of it. He’d always need you, is what you concluded. He was just one of those people that demand too much emotional support that they don’t even know how to give it back; and if you  kept going– if you kept supporting him on your back like it was your duty,– you’d disappear. When you left, you barely knew who you were… and that’s when Sora came into action. She pushed you beyond your limitations and reminded you of everything– how you like spicy food, and how you actually hate the smell of roses, and she reminded you of how much, just how much you love playing video games; all things your ex fought so hard to have you forget. It was the small things, and right now, as you stand proud and happy, those are the things you hang onto the most. 

                                                              ——————————

It takes about a month to finally happen. The kiss, you mean. 

For the next 30 days or so, you and Jungkook proceed to deepen a connection that had been there since day one. It is over games that he tells you about his college experience– not terrible, but not great, he says. He was too shy. Over drinks, you tell him about your ex. Friend chicken late at night is for lighter subjects, like how he met the boys and his other hyungs or how Sora and Taehyung had been ‘sneaking’ around as if no one knows. Things with him are easy, light.

Nothing complicated, Taehyung’s voice echoes in your head just as you sit down in their couch. Tonight is movie night, a tradition established since Taehyung started going upstairs every Thursday to have sex with your flatmate, and since Jimin had work until late hours, Jungkook always invited you over. As per usual, he makes the snacks while you figure the movie out, choosing one of his favorites, as always. You like to see the surprised and excited smile in his face when the title flashes by. 

“What are we watching?” He asks, handing you the Pringles he keeps just for when you’re over. 

“Iron Man,” You say and there it is. The excitement. 

To say you are paying attention to the movie is a lie– all you can do is pretend to watch and laugh at appropriate parts ad your mind wander to what it would be like to kiss Jungkook? For a while you’ve been thinking about it; dreaming about it, even. You woke scared and horny the first time it happened, but after that it became routine. From then on, things that are supposed to be normal and common, like him pushing his hair back, or him boxing in the gym, start to… inspire you. 

“What?” He asks, breaking you from your day dream. 

“Oh,” You shake your head. “Nothing.”

“That’s a lie if I ever heard one,” He snorts, scooting closer to you. “Tell me. You were staring at me pretty intensely, I’m curious.”

“It’s nothing, Kook,” You laugh and you can feel yourself getting nervous by the minute. 

“Lie,” He mumbles, face getting closer and closer. “Are you sweating? Wow, what is it that you’re so nervous about? It’s just me.”

That’s just it, you think, smiling at him. It’s you.

“Jungkook, just leave it,” You push him back and get up. “I’m tired, so I’ll go ahead and go to sleep.”

“What?” His pout almost breaks you. “No, please! I’ll stop interrogating, stay!”

“I’m sleepy,” You whine. “I wanna lay down.”

“You can use my shoulder,” He whines too. “I don’t want to watch the movie alone. I’ve seen this a thousand times already, I wanted to watch you watching it.”

“Watch me?”

“Uh, yeah,” He realizes what he said and startles himself. “I… I just wanted to know if you’d like it.”

“Oh, I love Iron Man,” You explain, watching him get up and go to his room. “I’ve seen it before.”

“Okay.”

After that awkward conversation it’s as if you two are walking on eggshells. He doesn’t joke around as you two brush your teeth, or instantly hugs you when you lay down next to him. He just stares at you.

“Okay, this is weird,” You say, a bit too loudly. “What’s up with you? You’re staring.”

“It’s nothing,” He says, almost mocking you as he acts like you did before. “Leave it.”

“If you say so,” You mumble, ignoring his stiff posture and cuddling closer to him. “Night, Kook.”

And that’s when it happens, his lips on yours, very softly, brushing almost too lightly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

                                                              ——————————

Pretending nothing happened in the morning was impossible. You didn’t even want to, anyways, but Jungkook wouldn’t even allow the thought to brew in your mind. 

He kisses you good morning, waking you up. He has coffee, something he’s been doing for a while now, always buying you coffee whenever he’d think of you, and he also makes you breakfast, eyes trained on you as you stand still in the kitchen, the surprise too much to even move. When you finally get to go home, after many kisses goodbye, you slide down the door, shouting for your friend as soon as you regain a bit of your sanity. 

“He what?”

“Kissed me,” You repeat, not really believing it. “Again, and again, and again. Last night and this morning and right now, before I came up here. And he won’t stop. And I like it. I love it, actually. I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” She shouts. “Don’t stop! He obviously likes you! And you obviously like him!”

“Don’t shout!” You whisper, looking at her open window. “They can hear you.” “Y/N,” She sighs, summoning all of her patience to deal with you. “This is not complicated. You’re the one making it so.”

“I know, I know,” You grumble. You are frustrated and Sora knows. “It just feels too easy… like something might go wrong any time now!”

“Maybe you two should talk,” She suggests. “I’ll text Taehyung I’m going down there and for him to send Jungkook over.”

“Don’t you dare!” You shout, leaping for her phone, but she is too quick. 

“Done,” She winks. “You’ll thank me later, babes.”

You have a minute and nothing else before he knocks on your door– it is just enough to put your hair up in a way that didn’t make you look like a crazy woman. 

“You called?” He smiles, moving forward to kiss you, but you stop him.

“Yeah, I think we need to talk,” You say, chuckling in the most awkward way possible. Looking back up at him, you see his smile falter, doubt invading his eyes. “It’s not bad!”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” He is now uncomfortable and you want to punch yourself. You could’ve led it with another phrase… “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah!” You basically shout. “Everything’s a-okay. We just need to talk about it.”

“Why?” He pouts a bit, clearly confused and you can’t help it. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him, deep and fast. “Wha–“

“Just so that this can keep happening,” You explain, voice airless. He nods and you guide him to your room, sitting him down on your bed while you pace from one side to the other. “Okay. Great. Alright, let’s talk. Let’s do this. We’re good.”

“Are you nervous?” He asks, and you know he’s not teasing. More so he is surprised. “Y/N? Why are you nervous?”

“I like you!” You blurt out, hands wailing around and a grimace on your face. “I actually like you a lot. And I know Taehyung said you like me too, but for some reason I just can’t believe him. But then you kissed me and I start to believe him, and for some reason, something that is supposed to be easy, is super complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated here,” Jungkook smiles. It’s different this time round, though; his smile is wide and true, and although his cheeks are red with embarrassment and his eye glisten with hope, you can feel just how nervous is. “I like you, you like me. What’s so complicated about this?”

“I don’t know,” You groan. “It feels too easy, Kook! Nothing is ever this easy!”

“Well, everything has a first,” He jokes. “This is easy, Y/N. Let it be easy. Please. I can’t handle complicated.”

“Me neither,” You bite your nails, nervously waiting for something to go wrong. After a couple of minutes, you look back at him. He tries to hold his laughter in, but it comes out anyways. “So this is it?”

“Yeah, this is it,” Jungkook shrugs, opening his arms for you, and you know just what he wants.

“Just like this?”

He nods. “Just like this.”

“Are you–“

“Goddammit woman, just come here.”

The way he kisses you once you jump into his open arms is how you hope to be kissed everyday. He falls back with you on top of him but his arms hold you steady, bringing you closer but leaving enough space so you could swing your legs to both sides of him. This is passionate, you conclude, but the word sounds too robotic to truly describe it. 

Hunger, is more like it. Need. Want.

Want. There it is. This is pure want. Pure wish, and hope, and it is happening. And you meet him halfway, allowing him to feel the want and hope you have accumulated as well.

“Is Sora coming back anytime soon?” He whispers in your ear, mouth making a scorching trail down your throat.

“Doubt it,” You breath out, moaning in sequence as he bites a particularly sensitive spot. “She’s with Tae.”

His eyes shine in a way you’ve never seen before, but it makes you smile. He is right, in the end– this is nothing complicated. 

“Good.”

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Lost & Found // Chapter 2.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Latina OC Character (Rosie Rivera)

Summary of the chapter: After Calum made things a little bit weird, all of them did a trip to a magical place to get to know each other.

Words: 9.2k.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol maybe(?).

Song: Lost & Found.

a/n: hi babies, I hope you like this chapter, is soft a f. I’m going to create a playlist for this serie and also a moodboard. Feedback is more than welcome, love y’all, stay safe and take care. Italic and bold means song lyrics.

[Prologue], [Chapter 1] 

Why do we all fall down with innocence still on the ground? No, oh-oh-oh Why do we all fall down and apart on the lost and found? (Hm)

9:30 am 

Rosie woke up before her alarm because the urge to pee was bigger after all the ice cream she ate the night before, when she came back, her best friend Cami was still sleeping so deep as always like not even an earthquake could bother her sleep, Rosie envies that from her. She was leaning against her window always looking for the sun in her pjs and a messy bun when she started checking her phone looking if there’s something new in her mails but it’s empty, ‘maybe next week’ she says to herself remembering that it was saturday so maybe that’s the reason why she hasn’t heard news from this person, yet. She was looking at the sun with her eyes close at the relaxing feeling of the heat in her face when Ashton texted her. He told her about how excited was Michael about this that they were up since early thanks to him and that Luke almost punched him in the face.

She replied to Ashton letting him know that please don’t be so rude to Michael and that she understood his mood.

She went downstairs to put the boiler on to make breakfast and she wasn’t surprised to see her grandfather in the dining room, Mario, already drinking his mate and reading the newspaper with his glasses in the middle of his nose reading the sports section.

The sun was behind him making him look so peaceful and Rosie felt so grateful to have the best grandfather she could ask since she never meets her other grandfather because he died when her dad was her age. She got close to him and greeted him with a kiss in his temple.

Mario melted at his granddaughter’s presence because since day one she has been his partner in crime and he would do anything for her. When her dad was away because of his work, Mario was there next to Rosie when she missed her dad or when her dad couldn’t make it to tons of father’s day, birthdays, holidays, things at kindergarten or school that Mario was there like her number one fan with the biggest ovation at every event, even those days when Rosie was a child and she was in emergency because a heavy cold at 3 am, Mario made all the way to the hospital with her favorite toy and a book to colour to make her feel better. Rosie’s mom said he shouldn’t spoil her that much. But he doesn’t care, till present day when Rosie has a dance competition or a show he’s always in the crowd or backstage for bigs and smalls shows.

In spanish he says after taking a sip of his mate drink, “morning hija, how are you? Cami stayed the night here?”

“I’m fine and yes, ice cream alert. Matty broke up with her” she said while preparing her typical contundent oatmeal with another things.

“What an- ” Mario said without cursing but she understood.

“Exactly” and the boiler informed that the water was ready so she prepared her tea. “Do you want a refill?” she asked pointing at his mate.

“No hija, thanks” so she sit down next to him in the dining table.

“So how did our team did yesterday?” referring to their favorite chilean soccer team that it’s like a family tradition because Mario and her dad played in that team in their youth.

“They won last night! They’re recovering but don’t talk about that” Mario looked at her freezing the changing of the newspaper’s page. “Are Cami and you going to go out with Ashton and his band?” he looked at her so excited.

“Oh yes, Ashton already texted me and told me that all of them are awake because one of his bandmates is so excited” Rosie said eating her breakfast.

“Are you talking about Calum?” Mario said looking her with her glasses down his nose while he continued changing the page of the paper.

“No! Another bandmate, why are you looking at me like that?” trying to hide her face behind her tea cup.

“Oh don’t worry, just old mans things ya’ know. So it would be a good idea if you go and wake up Cami because we all know that takes time” he said changing the topic of their conversation.

Rosie finished her breakfast and leaves the dining table asking permission to her grandpa and he let her know that he was going to keep reading the paper if she needed something.

Once back at her room Cami still sleeping all messy around the bed. Rosie looked up the ceiling praying to the universe because what it’s coming she knows that it is always a show.

“Morning sleeping beauty, it is time to get up” Rosie said softly while Cami just groaned at her covering her body with the blankets.

‘Okay, as always you’re not giving me another option’ she thought. So she got closer to the bed and started moving Cami’s shoulders, peace was never an option when it comes to wake up her best friend.

“Cami a tremor! An earthquake! Come on!” without getting an answer back she was jumping in her own bed like when she was a child.

Cami threw her a pillow that almost makes Rosie fall who decided to take a shower instead.

When Rosie was done with her shower, thank God her best friend was with a coffee cup in her hand and checking her phone.

“Good morning Cami, how are you?” Rosie asked wrapped in a towel around her body noticing Cami’s swollen eyes and she knows that her best friend fall asleep crying till tiredness was bigger than her broken heart.

“I could be better, ya’ know. Matty didn’t even text me during the night” Cami said disappointed standing next to the window.

“I know honey but hey keep ya’ head up because today we’re going to have fun and forget about Matty okay? he doesn’t deserves you. Rosie said standing next to Cami.

“You know what, we could go to ‘Cerebro’, ya’ know that always make us feel better and we need it since we have been busy with studies” Cami said.

“How did I not come up with that idea before? of course that always works!” Rosie said hugging her friend.

Before leaving her house, Rosie and Cami said goodbye to Mario and he told them to have fun and take care of each other. They walked to Cami’s house that it’s 10 minutes away walking and it could be less if it wasn’t for the steep slope.

Once there, Cami was taking the things she is going to need when her dad entered the room “Hi my little princess, Mario called me yesterday and told me about today even  when I would like to hear it from you... Hi Rosie” Rosie said hi to Gabriel, Cami’s dad, the only one that was at Cami’s home because the rest was already outside busy.

Cami apologized to him and told him all about Matty’s thing so he understood and said to himself to talk with his daughter about this later because he knew that she is late as always and because he wanted another moment to bring this topic.

“If you girls want you can take my car because Mario told me about four friends of you in this trip. But, Rosie is going to drive” he said handing the keys to Rosie.

Gabriel explained that he wants Rosie to drive not because his daughter was a danger behind the wheel or maybe yes but he knew that his daughter was thinking about everything but driving to their destination.

11 am

Ashton said to their friends to move from the hotel reception’s couch when Rosie texted him that they were outside the hotel waiting for them.

Michael ran outside to the hotel’s parking lot without even knowing how the girls or the car looked like.

Ashton found Rosie and Cami leaning on the car’s door. “Woah Rosie since when you have a huge family?” pointing to the car with three rows.

Before she answered him, they greeted the guys with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and introducing themselves.

“I think you should go by walking, who is with me?” she answered to Ashton when he was the last one that Rosie greeted and with her question everyone raised their hands. And Rosie looked at Ashton with a victory look when the rest laughed at him. But Cami explained that the car it is that big because she has three siblings and Ashton thanked her because there was no way he could knew that.

The girls ask them if they mind to go and change their outfits because the place where they were going has lakes, piers, trees, mountain, cabins, etc so they would fry their asses wearing leather and latex with that day’s weather.

The boys agreed on going upstairs to change except Michael that was already in comfy casual clothes with pair of shorts, a grey tank top and a black cap turned back, Michael really prepared for this and let the girls know that he warned them in the morning and says “ya’ know, boys” to the girls. They laughed and he took his things to put it in the trunk and he also brought his acoustic guitar and told them that it was necessary for the day or if he got inspired for new music.

While in the other side the boys were in the elevator back to their rooms to change and Ashton said to Calum that he should stop acting so weird around Rosie it wasn’t a big deal what happened yesterday but Calum wasn’t feeling like that, not yet. Luke agreed with Ashton and said that it only depends on him if he wanted or not to let that behind.

Luke changed to black leggins, a black tank top with a open denim shirt. Ashton changed to a pair of black shorts, a black with white line shirt and a black cap. And Calum changed to black sweatpants, a green olive shirt and a cap.

Back to the rest waiting in the car Michael now understood his best friend’s comment about this girl when she took off her sunglasses and looking at her in an objective way. Michael asked politely to them if he could go in the passenger seat and Cami agreed that it was no problem with that. So Cami suggested Michael to have his guitar with him in his seat for the road.

When the boys were back in their new outfits and with sunglasses, Cami told them to get into the car. Cami were in the second row of the car with Ashton and Calum and Luke in the third row.

Rosie started driving out the parking lot, Ashton immediately asking, with crossed hands and looking giant next to Cami just like the rest of the boys in the way their legs barely fitted in the car space, why Rosie’s driving if it is Cami’s car and Cami answers that it’s a long story but she had a bad night so Rosie is more aware of the road.

Michael’s music starts playing while Rosie was already out the city leaving behind all the big buildings. Now the road is full of trees and plots with animals and grass.

All of them except for Rosie were enjoying of the fresh air and serenity looking what they had out the window, she was singing to Michael’s playlist so focused on the road.

After a couple of minutes when they entered a narrower road compared to the city lanes. Now they were going up because of the mountain range’s height and other geomorphological characteristics so the road wasn’t flat like the city.

All of them were having a mini karaoke with Michael’s playlist when he had to know where Rosie got her ‘Star Wars’ black crop top that she was wearing and asking her if she would like to be his best friend. Rosie laughed at his cuteness. And his bandmates let out a tired sigh because they know what this means.

“Here we go again” Ashton said letting his head back teasing Michael about his obsession with that saga.

That crop top exposed her noticeable abdomen due to her daily intense dance trainings. She was wearing red sweatpants that gives her that dancer vibe. Also she feels comfortable in that pair because she doesn’t feel secure with shorts or exposing too much her thighs even when she’s a dancer but the size of her thighs sometimes makes her uncomfortable or sometimes she doesn’t care at all when she’s feeling herself.

Her dark brown hair is long and super straight. Calum noticed that that day she was wearing less makeup compared to last night. But both looks he doesn’t change his mind and thought the same from last night ‘god is a woman’ and he said to himself to stop with that even when it’s a fact for him. Now he feels curious about this girl that looked so confident being a dancer but noticing that has a lot of facets.

His thoughts were interrupted by the same girl he was looking. She was discussing with Michael about the last Star Wars movie and he felt that he was going to explode to finally find a friend to talk about his ‘nerd’ things.

“She made me watch all the saga before we went to watch the last one to the cinema” Cami said from her seat “but even when I’m not a fan of that kind of movies, I enjoyed it and I’m in love with Finn” 

“Michael did the same with the ones that hadn’t watch the saga” Luke mentioned from the back. And Michael fired back that it was like the only thing that he achieved because they never want to play a card game he has.

“That’s not true Mike! Sometimes I play online with you” Calum said offended faking a sad pout to his friend. Calum thought that now he’s part of the nerd club too but he doesn’t care.

“Well Michael, now I have a game for us, it’s not about cards sorry but let’s play it while there is a while to arrive” Cami said, who was wearing a simple and large grey dress that covers her legs and it wasn’t a tight dress is just that the fabric is attracted to her body. She was with her faux locs, sunglasses, wearing sandals and more makeup than Rosie.

Cami started to explain the game ‘mini entrevistas’, it’s a thing she does to meet people or to know the other’s opinion. The boys gave her a confused look. It consists that everybody ask something to one in particular and this one should answer which option prefers.

“For example, Ashton, Michael Jackson or Elvis? You got it?” she said looking at the boys that were paying attention to her. “The idea is that everyone get a question by the rest” and Ashton clapped his hands pretending that he was getting ready for the game.

The first questions are simple like ‘winter or summer?’, ‘pizza or tacos?’, ‘hen or egg first?’, questions about music, movies and other stuff till Cami asked “would you rather get rid off your life sex or food?” and Luke decided to move on on the game because of the controversial question he was like “sex, no, food, no, definitely sex, no, I don’t know” that made everyone laugh at the different opinions so Michael decided to take his guitar that was near him to start playing classic hits and the rest would recognize them and start singing.

12:15 pm

Rosie entered a dirt road and turned left and now everyone can see several cabins with plenty distance between each one. A huge lake as the front yard of each cabin that is shared and in the middle a dock to enjoy and it’s surrounded by several mini boats like kayaks that are tied to a wooden dock.

The boys were surprised by the beauty of the place and how peaceful it is. The clarity of the water, how they felt tiny for being surrounded by huge mountains.

Rosie parked the car outside the cabin that belongs to Cami’s family. While everyone was in the trunk taking the backpacks, Ashton said “Definitely in maybe thirty years it wouldn’t bother me to live here” he was hypnotized by the lake and the view, but Luke grabbed him to go into the cabin telling him to hurry up because he was starving.

It’s a very comfortable and rustic cabin that inside it has the necessary. It’s built of cement in the inside and of wood in the outside.

When Cami opened the door and left her things in a big room that is near the entrance she explained to the rest that that room was for her and Rosie and as she has a big family the rest of the rooms are passing the kitchen and there they chose their rooms.

12:30 pm

The boys suggested having lunch due to Michael made them have breakfast so early. So the deal was a tour the center, then have lunch and then come back to the cabin.

While they were walking they take pictures and keep talking to continue knowing each other. The trees around the road are so tall that they give shade so the heat isn’t so overwhelming.

Calum was taking pictures, staying behind the group so Rosie went to look for him so he can see her from the front and without planning his gaze landed on the girl��s figure the way she has curves very defined and her abdomen that is noticeable but subtle. He thought to himself how many training sessions she had to have that body and then realized that he should start exercising on monday.

Calum joked about complaining that nobody is stopping for a picture with a cocky tone and Rosie laughed and answered him with a The Simpsons reference. If they were going to be friends, he had to get used to references of movies, music, tv shows, memes, etc.

“Let’s continue walking we don’t want to lose the rest” she took him by his arm after he took a couple of more pictures.

Michael was in the front of the walk taking silly photos with and of the rest and Cami says to him to handle the phone to her because photography is one of her hobbies.

“So, why you’re studying psychology?” Michael asked her when she told him what she studies while Calum and Rosie were behind. She told them that she forgot to bring her film camera. 

“There you are!” Luke said receiving Rosie and Calum back with the group. “Let’s take a pic” and Cami started the photoshoot by freezing the moment with the huge trees around them, the wind moving everyone’s hair with a large dirt road behind. 

So Rosie posed with Ashton with her on his back like piggyback ride and then they swiped after a not that long discussion. Then Michael with Rosie just him pointing at her crop top with his tongue out, then Calum carried Luke like a baby with Michael in the back with a jealous look which surprises the girls how strong he was by how easy he lifted Luke. Then Michael asked for his phone back so Cami could appear too and she found a flower on the sides of the road and put on Luke’s hair and posed with him with a flower within her locs too. Michael started to just taking the pictures without any warning to the rest so they were more spontaneous. Calum and Ashton posed with Cami as ‘Cami’s angels’ instead of ‘Charlie’s angels’ a joke that Ashton thought about it. Then Calum hugged the girls, one of them on each arm of him around their collar bones height, Rosie’s back was press to Calum’s ribs. And the last one Calum offered to take a selfie so everyone was in the picture.

They get close to Michael’s phone to check the photos and they laughed about it and asked him to send them to have them as good memories. Michael said the he’s going to post a couple of them and Calum thought about the same or just have them in his phone’s gallery because he knows that any picture he posts with new people brings comments.

When they went all over the center of the tiny town watching artisan’s works, listening to street musicians which ones the boys paid more attention to them and noticing the passion and clap when they finished and leave money to support them.

After more pictures with the uniques mini streets of the place and with the valleys full of harvests behind them then Cami walked them to a restaurant with something in particular.

“Ehmm Cami I think that the restaurant was assaulted” Michael said pointing at the restaurant without windows and doors.

But she explained that that’s the idea of the place, it’s looks like a restaurant was placed inside a giant rock. When they entered it makes sense because everything was made of stone but somehow it was comfortable.

“That’s fucking sick” Calum said looking at the place and sitting with the group.

The girls and Ashton helped the boys to order because it’s just typical chilean food even when the menu comes translated but they wanted to choose wisely.

“You just tasted chilean food last night and you already feel chilean” Calum said leaning forward to where Ashton were that he can’t see because he was far from him in the other side of the table that has an ‘U’ form.

“You’re jealous because you don’t have chilean relatives” Ashton lifted his hand as far he can to his friend to annoy him. “Besides at least I go outside and don’t stay in the hotel like you guys” he finished his point and the food arrived.

Luke took the bread and spread the red sauce that the waitress left in the table with their order. The next thing his face was red and he started drinking his water desperately. He was coughing now and Rosie helping him realizing that he took the spiciest one. After all, he understood that the sauce called ‘pebre’ has chili pepper to the extreme. Ashton teased him that is not even the spiciest sauce that he was overreacting with his cough and Luke gave him a look and said that it was real cough.

When they finished their meals Michael for the first time of the day was in silence staring off into space and Rosie waved her hand in front of him and Luke moved his friend till he answered that he was processing how good this tastes.

When each one paid the bill, they left the particular restaurant and a couple of steps away Rosie mentioned if they would like to do a tour to a vineyard that the owner, Will is a friend of her grandfather because as you can tell he has a lot of acquaintances.

“I don’t know about you guys but who I am to refuse to this wine show” Ashtons said pointing at himself.

When they entered the place an old man with a beret that makes him look sophisticated met Rosie and Cami as they introduced the boys behind them.

“How is Mario?” Will asked Rosie and she answered that he was fine and also updated him about the bar that he should go with his wife to have a drink and dance.

“For sure that I’m going to visit the bar and also your grandfather because the last domino game he won but I discover his trick that always beat me” Will told her and she was not surprised because even when Mario denies it she knows his trick too and how much he loves this game and enjoys playing it with his friends at the bar. She was thinking that maybe that is the reason why Mario hired the band of the bar because they called exact like the game.

Will doesn’t speak english so the girls translated while he was explaining this activity, his business and that the country has one of the best wines of the world and also showing the hanging vines. Next to it there is a yurt where you can taste and then buy wine if you want.

Then they confirmed how the old man was right about the wine on this country.

Will’s vineyard is very famous even when you look at the owner and his business so humble but the wine is one of the most valued in the market so that’s why during the year people visit the place and enjoy a good wine. Michael was walking around the room looking at the pictures hanging on the wall that Will does a collage of famous people that had visited the place and also pictures of no famous people.

“No way! Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael said taking Rosie’s arm in surprise to get closer to see what he was looking at almost making her drop her glass. “Rihanna was here?!” and Rosie translated to Will why Michael screamed at the picture that the singer appears with Will and his wife.

“Tell him that he’s right that she also bought lots of bottles for her home and jet” Will said at Rosie.

“Can’t believe we’re stepping on the same floor Rihanna did once” Calum said getting closer to his friend to look at the rest of the pictures on the wall. And the rest did the same from their chairs in the bar that is in the room and Will behind it serving the wine as a bartender.

The boys kept collecting memories of this trip and place not like the previous pictures in the road that were silly because of the presence of an adult even when Will is also part of Rosie’s family. They took pictures of the wine, the room, the pictures hanging in the wall, the vines, the landscape, etc.

Calum asked Luke to pose next to the vines because he is almost the same height as these things, even when Luke thought it was stupid he posed anyways with one eye close because of the sun hitting his face and with a smile that he gave up at his friend petition and the rest laughed at this and Calum joked about it while he took the pictures with his phone.

Then Calum asked the girls to pose next to the vines like the opposite thing that happens with Luke. Then they exchanged numbers with the girls except for Ashton that already had them, to send the pictures from the different phones.

Ashton was posting a picture on Instagram with the view of the vineyard and tagging his location with the caption ‘best wine ever, life is great.’. 

They thanked Will for the tour and the wine and said goodbye to him, now they’ were going back to the cabin. Cami told Rosie and Ashton to go to the minimarket to buy some things for the night and for the next morning. And the rest of the boys walked with Cami to the cabin. 

Once in the minimarket Rosie and Ashton looked for water, things for breakfast, alcohol for the night, and things if they get hungry after the club. They were queuing waiting to pay and Ashton asked her to give him the bottles of water because they are heavy.

“So, chilean relatives?” she commented about what Ashton said before during lunch.

“Oh yeah, about that, I’m sorry if it bothered you because I know that-” he said but she interrupted him because it doesn’t bother her at all, she mentioned that it’s so sweet from him to consider Mario in that way.

“I know that I don’t have any blood ratio with him but he knowing that he helped my mom and me during a bad moment it’s why I consider him that much compared to other people blood relative ya’ know” he said without looking at her with a tone of pain.

Rosie didn’t know if she should ask what happened but she didn’t want to bother him so she would understand if he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Ouch, that sounds like a hint to people that did no good to your family” she said looking up at his serious face and clenched jaw.

A moment of silence while Ashton is thinking in the right words to say next.

“Maybe, let’s say that I thought that in that moment it was just me and my mom ya’ know?” he said finally looking down at her and she understood what he meant to say and nodded. “Those were difficult moments and what Mario told me yesterday it came to my mind a lot of things. And I realize that is crazy how you get help by people you don’t know or don’t expect their help at all and the ones that you have a relation they don’t help you” he admitted. 

“Got it. Well I know that we barely know each other but anything you need or if you want to talk I’m letting you know that I’m always going to be available and also Mario, and my family and my home like Mario already told you” she said stroking his arms while he kept holding the bottles of water.

To be honest, Ashton doesn’t know how to deal with affection sometimes and real care from others. He is so used to his family and the boys that sometimes he felt scared or distrust for what happened to him in the past but he knew that she was being honest. Therefore he smiled and thanked her.

Meanwhile in the cabin the rest were just resting in the living room. Luke was checking his phone and saw the stories that Ashton posted so he started following the girls.

Rosie and Ashton were walking back to the cabin when Rosie’s phone rang with a notification and it was Luke who tagged her in a post and with difficulty she took her phone because she was carrying the water. Luke posted the pictures of the girls with the vines and him with the vines with the caption ‘reality vs expectation’. And he put in his stories the one with Cami and the flowers in their hair. Rosie laughed showing the post to Ashton who laughed too. She thought it was an email instead of Instagram.

“I’m going to kill Luke but that is a good one” she said. The rest also posted and tagged her. Michael posted pictures of him in the vineyard, the groupal selfie that Cal took, and the picture with Rosie with the caption ‘today is a good day, I stepped on the same place that Rihanna were once and also tasted the same wine, also I found my new best friends they’re cooler than me. ps. finally someone to talk about star wars’. And the one he looks jealous at Luke being carried by Calum in his stories then posting another story with his face zoomed. Calum posted the one with the girls and the Cami’s angels one with the caption ‘🇨🇱🍷💙’. The group selfie he took and the videos he filmed of the musicians playing in the small town they listened earlier he uploaded them in his stories. Rosie concluded that Calum was the one of the group that says the less compared to his bandmates.

“The water is here!” Ashton said opening the door suddenly and leaving the things in the kitchen and in the fridge.

Ashton took glasses for everyone. Then he sat down in a chair and comment about the pictures his friends posted and he already posted one last night when he played in the bar with the band tagging his location and a grateful caption, but now he posted the picture with Rosie and the one when she carried him, the one with Cal and Cami as ‘Cami’s angels’ with the caption ‘cami’s angels at your service… you can’t hang with us jk these days had been amazing with beautiful people and fam’.

Everyone was drinking water and the girls were posting too even when with them it’s different because it wasn’t normal or a daily thing to suddenly post something with famous people because they barely have like 700 or 800 followers on social media unlike the guys that have millions of followers. Cami posted the picture with Luke and the flowers, Cami’s angels and the one with her best friend in the vines with the caption ‘choose your fighter...the perks of being a wallflower or Cami’s angels or my soulmate’. Michael realized that they didn’t get a picture together the same with Luke and Rosie. Finally, Rosie posted the one with Ashton, with Michael and with Calum and Cami and she didn’t know what to put in the caption, maybe just emojis, like Calum. But Cami whispered to her something she didn’t understand ‘Chile vs Australia but friendly’.

“That shit is hilarious” Ashton exploded in laugh in the chair “give me a high five” lifting his hand to Cami and Rosie asked for an explanation and Ashton told her the story when Calum cursed on Twitter when Chile won against Australia in the world cup and Rosie opened her mouth because she couldn’t believe and teased Calum about it. Michael allowed them to make fun of that whenever they want.

Calum changed his position in the sofa and also the topic by asking Cami to tell them about her long story.

Cami studies psychology, has two sisters and a brother, she’s the older one. Her dad’s chilean and her mom’s dominican. She loves photography, writing and her big family including Rosie’s family. 

She summed up her break up story and the boys were ready to throw hands to this idiot. Ashton apologized to her because during the morning he teased her because yesterday Rosie told him that Cami was on a date and probably she was busy when she didn’t answer her phone. 

“Amazing Ashton now you’re joining a club for screwing up” Calum looked at him and Ashton thought to fire back because he fucked up things yesterday but he decided to stay silent. 

“Don’t get me wrong but I don’t know what his definition of ‘gaining weight is’ such a troglodyte” Michael pointed sitting next to her giving her a hug.

“Oh that it’s so sweet but it’s true, the last few months I have gained weight because in school my lil brother is being bullied and of course it has affected me watching him and can’t do nothing because his teacher told us that she’s going to do something” she was surprised for being so honest but it felt good to talk about it.

“He ain’t worth your time girl, he ain’t worth you” Calum said with his finger giving his advice and puckering his lips.

“Woah, Rosie told me the same yesterday” Cami said. And Luke offered to bring his dog, Petunia to scare the bully kids and also her ex, so Calum offered Duke too even when his dog it’s smaller but it could work too. And Michael didn’t waste the chance to make fun of Luke’s dog.

“And what about you Rosie? Calum told me yesterday you are studying dance” Michael said and Calum threw him a glance like ‘why it couldn’t be Ashton instead of me?’ 

She told them that she had left just three semesters to finish the career and that it could be less than that depending of some things. Her parents are both chilean and she’s an only child and has a dog that she adopted and like Cami, she’s single.

She also summed up the story that her boyfriend broke up with her because he said that he couldn’t handle anymore having the relationship with her if she’s going to be a dancer, he thought that there was no future for them because she already went to other countries to dance and if they were going to be a family he would like that she were an architect instead of an artist. Cami looked at her thinking that she is the only person who knows the full story.

“He really thought he was indispensable and what about that family thing” Ashton said confused. And Rosie agreed with him because she didn’t thought about a family with him.

“It doesn’t matter, because realized months later that he’s a mommy’s boy because it was because his mother didn’t like the idea of me being a dancer because he asked me to be together again” she added.

“Yeah that’s weird because if you were already dancing and he was with you, it doesn’t make sense because in that case he should broke up with you at the first year of your dance studies” Calum said confused too like if he was calculating something. Calum was the most confused one like he didn’t know which ex was more idiot but he didn’t add anything and just repeat the same what he said to Cami.

Rosie went outside to pick a call when her phone rang, Cami jumped and looked at how her friend left the cabin stopping her conversation with the guys.

Calum asked Cami if everything is okay by the way of her reaction, Cami said that it was nothing so they continued knowing each other. After twenty minutes anxiety kicked Calum from nowhere so he craved for a cigarette and went outside to smoke.

Ashton took Calum’s place in the couch. “I hope they found each other outside so they could talk” he said looking to the front window.

“About?...” Cami asked him not following him. Ashton opened wide his eyes like if it was an obvious thing. 

“You guys really don’t know how weird and also confused was when Calum said that in the bar” he said raising his arms behind the borders of the sofa. His bandmates just looked at him and Ashton defended his point “Guys I know, I know who is Calum and I know that I’m not saying this to be cupid. I’m just saying this so that could be left in the past or like if never happened because I never thought Calum would react like that”.

Michael frowned his lips and thinking about what his friend said that deeply he would like things be different with his best friend. “Ya know, not related to this but at some point I hope Calum changes his motto of ‘love sucks’ or ‘love is a scam’ but well…”

Focus and your dreams turn to reality So, tell me, how am I ever gonna find love in you? If I do not even know what I want from you

Cami felt that this topic was fragile so she joked that right now she agreed with Calum.

Meanwhile, when Calum finished his cigarette he came back to the front side and took a look at the dock where he distinguished Rosie sitting at the border of it swinging her legs but moving her arms randomly when he was closer so it almost hit him.

“Shit! Calum you scared me, did I hit you?” she said scared taking off her earbuds and stopping the music.

He let her know that it wasn’t his intention to scare her and that she didn’t hit him. He kneeled down to take away her hand from her heart that was beating so fast. He sat down next to her and looked at the beautiful lake in front of them. “I thought you were just enjoying the view ya know so I wanted to make sure you were okay”.

She relaxed at that and also at the way he said and meant it, so pure. “Sorry I got lost in the music with my eyes closed practicing a choreo I have to show this monday for a class”.

She looked down at the difference of their heights, that her legs were swinging not enough to touch the clear water, the opposite was for Calum that his feet were under water even when he leaned back supporting his body with his forearms. From there, he saw her back and hair moving with the wind and she went for the same position as him and while she was adjusting herself he asked her about what kind of dance she has to present for this class.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked surprised and Calum frowned his features because why not? he didn’t have the chance to meet a dancer everyday. She laughed at how extra he is and he bit his lip casually at that statement looking in another direction not arguing that because it is true and also it worked to appreciate her dimples before she hid them by covering with her arm when she laughs. He made a mental note that he already hated that from her for hiding her smile. She was telling him about the dance that it was a jazz choreo with a lot of songs involved that tried to explain a story.

“That movie is amazing and it has a varied soundtrack, so you choose that because jazz is your favorite or because it is a jazz class?” he asked.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I love jazz and almost every kind of dance but urban dance it’s my passion for sure... it’s for jazz class this monday, then tuesday I have to present too for dance history and wednesday tango and urban dance” she answered explaining her next week’s evaluations and told him that people never ask her that because when they know she’s a dancer they conclude that it’s just ballet. She explained to Calum the urban dance, hip hop, groove, funk, locking, popping, fusions like jazz-funk, afro, dancehall, vogue, pop also, etc and how in the present all the inspiration it’s out there looking at choreos so fluid but at the same time urban. 

Calum loves listening people talking with passion about things like he does with music but he knows that she is in another level and he can tell by the way her eyes shines when she is talking. He was thinking to tease her that here she was the extra one and not him but he prefered to continue listening to her.

After a couple of minutes when the conversation about dance and then about music that she asked Calum it’s getting to introduce another thing to talk, Calum took the opportunity to apologize for what he said last night.

“Don’t worry, to be honest it was something original that I’ve never been told before but trust me don’t worry” she said.

They were laying their backs in the wooden dock looking up at the sky with their hands in their stomachs continue talking about what they do.

“I’m sure that it happened to you too, ya know, when people don’t care about art” she said referring to her dance and to his music career. And he nodded and told her the stories of the beginning when nobody had faith on his band.

When Cami stood up from the couch and adjusted her locs, what she was looking from the window she could tell that things are not weird between those two anymore, so she let the guys know.

“Trust me, I can’t do it and if I tried I would fall into the lake” Calum said after a long time quiet next to Rosie just breathing the pure air and feeling the breeze strong enough to move his curls and their clothes, he stood up and Rosie did the same and the height difference is notorious, even more when they were this close that Rosie placed her hands on Calum’s forearms for support and apologizing for that. Calum had his curls were now all over his forehead and he blew them to come back to their place which made her laugh.

“This is totally out of my sober comfort zone but I’m always down for challenges” he said a little bit nervous because he is aware about his moves.

“I’m not going to forget that I have to teach you how to play bass” he said. They asked each other if they know how to dance or play bass and made a deal.

She added that he needs to ‘mover y soltar el esqueleto’, and he laughed how she said it with attitude and moving her hips gracily.

“Ya’ know what they said about dancers so you can thank me later” she winked at him but he frowned his eyebrows because he had no clue what people said about dancers and Rosie laughed that he didn't know about it so she left him with doubt.

His last excuse was that maybe she should not teach him how to dance because he is too tall so maybe that affects but she gave him a glare like ‘stop’. “Yeah I’m going to do it so I have a reason to see you again, I mean, you and Cami again. I don’t know when but deal is a deal” he said and she closed the deal saying that it was a honor to do business with him.

Calum wasn't the only who felt that he and his bandmates needed a day like this, good people, a beautiful place, no media, no drama and to be honest not the things you found when you are an artist, like paps, alcohol, pills, drugs, groupies, etc. Just being him a normal person and even when last night he thought that this trip was a childish idea but it was necessary.

Cami appeared out of nowhere with the guys to join them in the dock and Michael mentioned to the guys that they all lose the bet because Calum wasn't lost in the woods.

“We were ya’ know just talking, well at the beginning I was dancing and…” Rosie said when her best friend interrupted her.

“They called you?!” Cami got closer excited and Rosie laughed and nodded. Then Cami stood in a piece of wood to gain height and imitate like in the ceremonies to catch attention with a false glass and fork.

“Tonight we are going to forget about failed relationships like mine and also to celebrate that Rosie now knows where she is going to do the exchange for a trimester” she hugged her friend and the boys joined the group hug while they congratulate her and ask her for more details.

That is why Rosie was in the dock for so long before Calum came. Carol, her academic director called her giving the news and confirming the city. She was and still, to be honest, a mess, when she finished the call the anxiety kicked but at the same time she was beyond thankful and started to think about the things that this exchange to England it is going to bring.

Ashton had a brilliant idea to celebrate this big new and from nowhere Michael threw Luke into the water and he said laughing “Oh it wasn’t Luke you were talking about?” acting like he had no idea and then Rosie was pointing at Calum “Don’t you even dare Calum” and he challenged her “What if I dare?” raising his eyebrows and a teasing smile and before she could answer he lifted her from her legs and laid a hand below her butt, again the question is how he can lifts people that easily, he got closer to the dock’s edge and Rosie begged him to at least leave her phone and earphones so he left the things in the ground and when he throws her into the water in the middle of the action Luke yelled at her “his shirt!” and in less than a second she pulled him from where Luke told her. Ashton threw Cami and then he ran after Michael till he succeed. 

I heard that good things don't last a while Please don't be the one to leave first They say we're way too young to get the job done Are we really too young to be havin' so much fun? 'Cause I'm not quite sure right now I don't really understand how I am ever really gonna be in love with you 'Cause I never even thought you would want me too I am gone now

The sunset was there with them while splashing water like kids and Ashton looked that from above and thought that despite the childish scene it was good to stop acting like an adult or famous and forgot for a moment of all the pressure and other things because they are in their twenties.

Luke was the first to get out the water by himself since Ashton didn’t want to help him because he knew what was going to happen if. Ashton ran to the cabin so Luke helped the rest to get out the water. Back in the cabin everyone took a shower except for Ashton who obviously wasn’t wet and had a winner face and everyone was calling him a boomer raising the middle finger and Ashton called them “childish”.

After the shower everyone was getting ready in their rooms for the night in ‘Cerebro’, while Ashton was alone in the living room he cooked something for everyone so their stomachs will not be empty for the alcohol. Everyone thanked him sitting in dining table while he disappeared for a shower and asked them to leave him a plate.

Back in the room Cami and Rosie talked about the London thing, how excited Cami was for her and let her know that everything is going to be alright. She asked her if she called her family and she did but the first to know the big new was Calum, she told him in the dock when they were sitting there. “I think this is the first time that Cami or Mario are the first person to tell something” she said adjusting her hair and looking at Calum with a smile while she swung her legs in the air nervously for the situation looking down her feet and Calum supporting his arms in the dock’s edge, he looked at her with a proud smile that made him look so cute with his eyes crinkled and told her something similar like Cami and added that she can trust him and that his sister lives there so he knows it is a good city. Cami faked being surprisedly hurt “You didn’t tell me first?” and Rosie sighed and rolled her eyes making fun of her friend. They got ready, Rosie chose the dress her friend packed secretly, it is a tight baby blue mini dress with really thin straps and it has small sparkly details plus a denim jacket so she could put her belongings and a pair of black vans. And Cami chose a sleeveless black romper and black heels. The applied makeup and Rosie helped her friend with her locs.

In another hand the boys also did justice with their looks. They all were wearing black leggins and their jewelry and just Michael was wearing a really cool pair of sneakers and the rest boots. Calum wore a black plain shirt and on top an open yellow shirt, Ashton with a slightly unbuttoned blue shirt, Michael with a baggy white shirt and a black cap and Luke with a green olive unbuttoned shirt too and asked Rosie if she can applies him that eyeshadow she was wearing and after that they were ready to go.

They went there by walking because ‘Cerebro’ is located in a street of the city center. The weather was perfect, less heat than the rest of the day and you can hear the crickets joining other peaceful sounds of the nature, it was so relaxing before the storm that the club is going to bring.

Getting closer you can hear the music vibrating in the ground. The girls greeted the guard that knows them very well and didn’t need to ask in which list their names were.

Once inside, the girls feel at home since the parties moved to this place but before when they were in high school the parties were at Cami’s cabin when her parents were away and no one knew that the cabin was full of people till one day, the graduation day, the chaos was too much that the neighbors called the police. On another hand, the boys were amazed by the place even when it is just a dance club but the energy was immediately contagious with the people dancing losing themselves in the music. The girls greeted some friends that were waiting for them, Dominique, Kevin and Gigi. 

Dominique, is a Rosie’s friend, they met in a the previous Rosie college but Dominique studies botanist. She is tall, has tanned skin, short hair with a dyed streak and the color changes every month, it is like her signature. She's bisexual. She wears glasses. Even when she isn't a good dancer she doesn’t care, she is always down to spend time with her friends and have fun. She is the only one of this trio who speaks english.

Kevin, is friend of both girls but mostly Rosie because they are best friends since primary school. He is tall like the guys because all of his life he’s been practicing athletics. He has tanned skin, big brown eyes, he has a buzz cut, he has lots of moles on his face. He is studying engineering and is the most carefree and cool person you could met and is also a nerd and he doesn’t deny it when Rosie jokes about his love for chess and video games.

Gigi, is friend of both girls since primary school too. She is thin, has long red dyed hair and small eyes and her eyes look even smaller because she barely wears her glasses. She is the most versatile person you could met. She is a tattoo artist, she studies architecture, she likes to dance, hairstyling, and last but not least she is the dj of the club so she is not there with the group, yet. Told you, most versatile person you could met.

They greeted the boys, Dominique commented Rosie that Michael is prettier in person. They walked to the other side of the room while the girls told the boys more about the club about the different three floors it has, a couple of people recognized the boys.

The principal floor is set with blue lights and the music is varied, Gigi is in charge of it so she likes to play from reggaeton, always putting first latin urban music, to today’s hits including the slow ones in the charts. The bar is next to the door they entered, the dj set is on a lift high level platform so you have to climb the stairs to reach the dj, this platform has a panoramic view and every floor has this platform so the dance floor has more space in the room.

The basement is set with neon lights related to the tech music so the clothes could be reflected.

The second floor is set with green and yellow lights because the dj plays afro, dancehall and caribbean music. It is the most aired floor so people sometimes go to smoke or take a breath from dancing.

When everyone drank the first tequila shot of the night, the night started to bring crazy memories.

I'm in love with the thought of you

[dearlazerbunny]

Lie to Me (Ch. 10 of ?)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 2800

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug for their constant loveliness

Requested Tags: @deraniel @iamverity @yasnooshka24@wegingerangelica@themusingsofmany @dark-night-sky-99 @tarynkauai@stuffandstuff-stuffand the total sweetie @angelicshinigami @my-current-fandom-is @geekysimmerthings

WARNING: I have an extremely basic white girl taste in music. Rather than actual classics, I decided to stick with what I know, because I personally think it’s funnier to imagine Loki reacting to Kesha than the Beatles. Please do not scream at me for my horrible taste in music. I know it’s mainstream. But also you can pry my all consuming love for TSwift out of my cold, dead hands, okay thank you for coming to my TEDTalk

Something you’ve come to like about Loki is that he can appreciate silence.

Everyone seems to think that two people sitting quietly has to be awkward; something to avoid- but really, there’s nothing better than being in a room with someone, each doing their own thing, but enjoying the other person’s presence nonetheless. It’s a kind of comfortable that only comes with a severe amount of trust in the soul sitting across from you. Trust that you aren’t simply something to entertain them, or a mouth to keep them occupied- they like you even if all they’re doing is watching your eyebrows quirk as you read a particularly fascinating novel.

Sure, most of your visits are still full of back-and-forth bickering that could rival a fifties sitcom- you never seem to run out of things to talk about- but some days, when he can tell you’ve had a row you’d really rather not discuss, or you know he’s simply not in the headspace to chat, the two of you will simply sit and be. You’ll page through a book or scribble down some thoughts on your notepad while he laces and unlaced his long fingers into intricate patterns, content to sift through his thoughts.

Though you do mark down a note to talk to someone about getting him a few books. He’s got to be bored in there.

To your surprise, these quiet days quickly become your favorites because as much as you love his twisted sense of sarcasm, you like his singing voice more.

Sometimes, Loki will hum.

It’s always very quiet, under his breath, and most of the time you think he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. But every so often you’ll pause from whatever you’re doing to listen to the faint melodies coming from his cell. It’s never anything you’ve heard before, and the music is hopeful and happy and tragic and uplifting all at once, the kind of thing that makes you want to smile and cry at the same time. They must be from Asgard, because you doubt any music from Earth could ever sound like this.

You never mention it, though. You’re afraid if you call attention to it, he’ll stop, and the songs seem to give him a small bit of joy in his lonely bubble of isolation. You’d never want to take that away from him.

Today, rather than reading, you’ve got your arms curled up underneath your head and are fighting (and mostly failing) to keep your eyes open. You got caught up on a project last night and didn’t even realize what time it was until he sun was peeking through your curtains, leaving you to chug several cups of coffee and hope for the best.

But Loki is humming and the music is making you drowsy and warm which is not a great combination for wanting to stay awake. For his part, he doesn’t tease you about very obviously falling asleep on your desk, which you appreciate- you’re pretty sure any comebacks thought up right now would be incredibly lame

“ ‘S pretty,” you mumble, trying to blink the blurriness out of your eyes. Ugh. You hate all-nighters.

“Pardon?”

“You have a pretty voice.”

He doesn’t respond for a minute- though that might have been because you fell asleep for a second- but eventually he just chuckles briefly. “Thank you, I suppose. It does tend to be part of my appeal.”

“Your singing voice, stupid. It’s pretty.” A yawn nearly splits your face in half, and you blink at him blearily.

“When have you ever heard me sing?”

“Well you hum. Same thing. ‘S nice. Never heard it before.”

“I see.” He lapses into silence, and you frown.

“Well don’t stop.”

“I- I am not sure I even know what I was humming.”

You grumble, frustrated. “It was like-” you lilt into a vague approximation of one of his songs, the one that makes you think of a sunflower field on a misty day. “Like that. Kind of.”

Now he properly laughs. “I apologize, I don’t believe I can recreate… whatever it is you just pulled out of your sleep-addled brain.”

“Never said I was a singer.” Another yawn. “Sing something else then.”

“The Witling is quite pushy when exhausted,” he says amused. “Noted.”

“Shu’ up.” With a huff, your head is back in the crook of your elbow. “Why do I even like you.”

“For lullabies, apparently.”

You don’t quite catch that bit, as the drowsiness has finally caught up with you- your eyes close, you curl yourself into a more comfortable position. Loki stares at you, somewhat amazed that you feel comfortable enough to be so vulnerable with him in the room. You look peaceful, content- something warm sparks in him. “It was something my mother sang me, when I was young,” he admits, when he knows for sure you can’t hear. “I seem to recall it chased away nightmares quite effectively.”

But he does start up his lullaby again. It pulls on the homesickness in his chest, but it also makes you smile softly in your sleep.

You dream of sunflowers.

                                                          XXX

“Okay, since I basically forced you to culture me on Asgardian music-”

“I believe you underestimate your incredibly rude demands.”

“I- I was half asleep! I wasn’t trying to on purpose-” you stop when Loki grins, making it obvious that he’s only teasing you. You huff. “Whatever. You suck. Don’t interrupt. Since I basically forced you to culture me on Asgardian music-” you pull out your phone and plunk it on the table. “I’m going to culture you in some Midgardian music.”

“I… see…”

“Don’t look so terrified, I’m not going to subject you to screamo headbangers or anything.” Loki gives you a look, the one that says what on Midgard are you talking about, you strange mortal. “I’m going to start you off with the classics.”

“Be still my beating heart.”

“I know, you should be grateful. My taste in music is the epitome of class and excellence.”

“…of course.”

You pull your phone out of your pocket and flick through your playlists, wondering what to dive into first. “Are you feeling something upbeat or angsty?”

Loki snorts, which is hilariously undignified for him. “I defer to your judgement.”

“A wise choice.” After a few flicks of the screen, you turn your volume up to full blast and sit back to listen.

“I got too many people… got left to prove wrong…”

Serene acoustic guitar washes through the room, and you drum your fingers on your thigh in time to Kesha’s voice. “Don’t let the bastards get you down…”

Loki raises an eyebrow. “Is this your way of attempting to be inspirational?”

You grin at him. “I thought it’d be uplifting.” “Been underestimated… my entire life…”

Once that song is over, you scroll a bit and click to a more techno, pop-y sounding beat. “I knew you were trouble when you walked in…” Again, he stares at you from behind the glass. “What? It’s a great song! One of her best!”

He wrinkles his nose. “Beyond the obvious message…. I do not believe I’m a fan.”

“Hm. Your loss. Honestly I’m disappointed I didn’t name you Trouble instead of Trickster, this would be a perfect theme song for you.” At his death glare, you hold your hands up, giggling. “Okay, okay! Next one…”

You roll through a couple of P!nk’s newer works, guessing he might appreciate the poetic lyrics, and then just because you want to you throw in a couple K-Pop groups, and then asked him for translations on the songs you’ve never bothered to google. “And this is currently the quintessential Midgardian music experience.” The first few strains of the goddamn song nobody can get out of their heads, Let it Go, begins to play. “It’s from a musical called Frozen, based on the old fairytale The Snow Queen.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him suggestively. “Magical ice powers, frozen hearts. The whole shebang.”

His eye rolls are really something spectacular. “Fascinating.”

“I just thought you’d appreciate the theme!”

He tilts his head. “Am I missing a joke, Witling?”

You grin at him. “You know, being a frost giant and all. I thought you could really, I dunno, empathize?”

Loki- well, Loki does something, something you can’t quite describe other than a  complete and systematic mass shutdown. It’s like his very soul suddenly ascends and leaves behind a body that can do nothing but breathe and blink. His eyes go opaque, and even the casual tapping and twitching of his fingers stutters and then stills. He practically disappears in front of your very eyes, as invisible as a person can be behind a pane of glass. Something in your stomach immediately turns. “Um, Loki? You okay?”

“How did you know that.” His voice is toneless, and quieter than you’ve ever heard it, even in those beginning days where he did nothing but huff and sigh at your existence.

You’re confused, but more than that, you’re frantically wondering what you did to cause such anguish to appear on his face. “How did I know…? I don’t know what you mean.”

“That I- I’m not-” he takes a breath, and it shudders out of him so achingly slowly something about it breaks your heart. “A frost giant.”

“How did I know that…you’re a frost giant…? I mean, like everything else we knew about you, from old poems and stories…” there’s a flare of anger in his eyes that scares you. “Is that- is that not good?”

“You say you knew this from the old stories?” His voice is still quiet, but now there’s something simmering beneath it.

“Yeah. The Poetic Edda and all that. I think they’re described as a race in Beowulf which is like, freshman English 101.” Silence. Heavy, stifling, suffocating silence. Your chest heaves from the pressure of it. “Loki? You’re scaring me here.”

The life crashes back into him all at once, and he’s suddenly as hot and dangerous as a flare lit to explode. “You knew this?” He roars, up on his feet and practically vibrating with intensity. His glare pins you to your seat. “You knew- the pathetic Midgardians, of all the races in the galaxy, knew my own secrets before even I?” He laughs violently, his entire body shaking with the force of it. “Of course they did! Because what luck would the universe afford me other than heinous? Other than disgusting-” his cot gets thrown from its position in the corner to the other side of his cell- “rotted-” his hands clench; knuckles white- “fate!” He stands amid the small chaos he’s created, heaving, eyes wild and looking for something to destroy.

You’ve curled yourself up a small as possible, watching the scene unfold with your heart in your throat. “Loki?” You whisper, not noticing a small tear drip onto your cheek. “I’m- I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said but I’m so sorry-”

When he whirls on you, notices your wide eyes, a little of his rage dissipates. “No, Witling, it is not-” he groans, clearly frustrated, and runs his fingers through his hair to direct his anger somewhere other than you. “You did nothing, other than confirm that the world is infinitely cruel.” His laugh is darker this time, more bitter. “That is a not a new lesson to me, have no fear.”

“I- I don’t understand.”

“I do not see how you would.” He looks away, but you get the idea that he’s tying to avoid his own reflection rather than you. His hands clench and unclench.  “I am not sure how your poets came upon such knowledge, but it becomes more and more clear that their sources outrank even my own.”

Realization smack you so suddenly there’s a physical sting on your cheek. “You… you didn’t know. You didn’t know?” How is that even possible?

He grimaces. “Not until a scant year ago.”

You stare at him. “You didn’t know that you were a frost giant until a year ago.” He opens his mouth to say something scathing about your parroting habit, but you cut him off. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I just- how? Why?”

“Why does Odin do anything?” He snarls. “To manipulate. To lie. To raise torment.”

His tone is cutting, but his eyes are lost. Despite the anger radiating off of him in waves, he stands in his white cell alone, adrift, with nothing to anchor him. Ever so slowly, you push back your chair and stand- he eyes you like a caged animal, which is all too accurate to his situation- and walk to him, gauging his reaction as you go. He only watches, so you eventually get close enough to reach out and touch the glass in front of you. You can’t offer anything but that. “Tell me?”

Loki’s sigh caries millennia of unspoken stories. “I would not tell a tale you already know.”

You shake your head a little. “I think I’m realizing we never knew the first thing about you.”

He looks at you for a moment, apparently weighing your words. “It is quite simple. On a mission to slaughter the Jotunn, my father came across an abandoned child in the middle of the battlefield. He concealed its nature and brought it to Asgard to raise in hopes of one day using it as a bargaining chip for peace.”

It. He speaks of himself like a thing, not a person. “Why did he never tell you?”

“Because it would have risked disloyalty, and crippled his plans.” His eyes darken. “If I had realized sooner that I could never take the throne, never truly be a prince of Asgard…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, but you can guess the sentiment.

“He used you.” The simple fact hangs naked in the air, a revelation for you but old news to the god in the cell.

“From the day he spotted me. I was never more than a pawn to him.”

“But didn’t you look different?” You blurt out, trying to wrap your head around the inconsequential details in order to ignore the more painful implications. “I mean- I don’t know what frost giants- Jotunn- look like, really, but…”

He does smile a little at that. “Magic mimics, and illusions are quite easy to conjure. I imagine my subconscious did the work for me.”

“Oh.” You glance at the cuffs on his wrists. “Do they not do anything then?”

“I assure you they work properly,” he sighs. “I would assume Midgardian technology is not capable of suppressing every ounce of magic I possess.”

Your finger traces an outline of his manacles on the glass, leaving smudges. “I’m so sorry.”

Loki looks at you. “It’s ancient history, Witling.”

“How can you say that? Of course it’s not!”

“I realized my father’s love was conditional very quickly, even if I did not know why. I have had a century to deal with the fallout.”

“That- doesn’t make me feel better.” You cross your arms, desperately searching for solid footing. “So you were alone?”

“No.” His voice softens. “My mother- she loved me as a mother should. I do not think I would have survived without her.”

The both of you stand quietly for a minute as your world resettles on its axis. Loki eventually rights his cot and sits down on it, waiting for you to speak first.

“I bet you’re beautiful.” He looks at you, confused. “I mean your other form- self? Carvings aren’t very detailed, most people said the Jotunn were fiercely stunning.”

“Jotunn are monsters, Witling. The things you tell your children of at night. There is nothing beautiful about me.”

“You aren’t a monster.”

“The stories would say otherwise.”

“Well then maybe the stories are wrong,” you say harshly. His eyes meet yours, vulnerable. “Because I know monsters, Loki, I have plenty of my own. You do not share their face, believe me.” He doesn’t seem to know what to make of that- he seems caught between denial and disbelief. “Tell me about your mother.”

So he does. He tells you of her never ending patience when his burgeoning magic was more hinderance than help, and how her healing hands could stitch together even the most dire of wounds. How she could rein in Odin’s temper and even change his mind in the dead of night. How she would know exactly where he would hide when he was upset, and leave a mark or sign so he would know he wasn’t alone.

With every story, his sadness seems to chip away, and his anger fades. Your heart is still crying, but you’ve at least pulled yourself together enough for the tears to dry up, and smile and encourage Loki to keep going whenever he hesitates.

Throughout it all, you murmur small thank-you’s to Frigga in the back of your mind, for carrying him through when you couldn’t.

A/N: Get it? Because they dated for like three weeks and everyone thought it was strange?

Guys. I have two chapters left. TWO. And they’re not hard chapters. So why have I been staring at them for a week not able to write either of them??? BLERGH. 

[vaguelygeiszlerian]

1 to 40 please OwO

rhhgjtghenrhg avery is that you (im chucking these under a readmore, i just did some so im not doing them again, there WILL be context so prepare to read)

your favorite song everyone who knows me even a little bit knows my favorite song is take on me by aha! https://open.spotify.com/track/2WfaOiMkCvy7F5fcp2zZ8L?si=Y-PQBNsYSFe30n4l-XILsw

the first song you remember loving the very first? well if i can’t do take on me again, you get... hm. well there’s two, so i’ll give you the not embarrassing one. bohemian like you, dandy warhols, a song 2 year old [redacted] went wailing round the house singing. https://open.spotify.com/track/0yEhNqCwEfy8LHUmnZoHpP?si=UDGKtdX-Qwiy2mUP88Xlbg

a song that reminds you of summer done!

a song you haven’t heard in years behind blue eyes, limp bizkit, before you say anything, and i know you will, this song is a depression song and i stand by my love for it  https://open.spotify.com/track/1MTQHCpraD4S8g5PAFKzoj?si=vD8m_yjlRoq3bRd1hvQU1A

a song you can relate to right now? well, i’m mostly plucking songs from my ‘real ass bops’ playlist, if you want the one that reflects today’s jordan, you’re in for a grim treat! despicable by grandson https://open.spotify.com/track/5IPT4Noqvo7bsfbWUOHcG4?si=Cp4O-5WdS0-ZqfxxWVR01A

a song that reminds you of your favorite book ooh, i think i have a good one for this, my favorite book of all time is the taking by dean koontz, ask me why sometime, it’s a good read! it’s the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine), r.e.m https://open.spotify.com/track/2oSpQ7QtIKTNFfA08Cy0ku?si=nfVjPGY7QaGH26uAz-88_A

a song that makes you want to dance right now? two trucks, lemon demon, don’t ask https://open.spotify.com/track/1s5A0u1dnAeVNur5nPkCpD?si=HLZERdMDQnqBxGnj31Lx3g

the best song from your favorite album heart’s a mess, from gotye’s ‘like drawing blood’, his second studio album, which is my absolute fave of all three proper ones he did, even if his first had some really amazing tracks, and making mirrors had some good ones, there’s nothing like learnalilgivinanlovin, or a distinctive sound, or, as i said, heart’s a mess! https://open.spotify.com/track/4tFkgfdi8b3aNcKNthPqIF?si=nDJafKn8QYmEgdqmlN4y4A

a song that makes you want to cry all songs make me wanna cry, but first that comes to mind is black friday (from the black friday musical soundtrack), because as an older sibling with a younger sister that the world doesn’t understand (that i don’t understand sometimes) the little aside about hannah makes me cry every single time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAZgYL0p2zk

a song that makes you feel young the distance, cake, it’s a song i listened to pretty much from my formative years til about... well, yesterday actually! never ceases to make me feel like im a good 15 years younger haha https://open.spotify.com/track/0fsz7tJ7UKXT9hliLfO7aE?si=caOsrX_fT4u9qARZKWSqfQ

a song that means a lot to you la vie en rose, edith piaf. i was (still am) a romantic sucker, and used to make all sorts of idealistic romantic playlists growing up, and i never knew the french (and i still dont (youre welcome em <3)) but the way she sang always made my heart tremble. and then bioshock infinite burial at sea came out, and i listened to that version of la vie en rose a million times, cried at a good half of them. anyway i love this song. https://open.spotify.com/track/3lAun9V0YdTlCSIEXPvfsY?si=zSRwBZ0AQnuyGGkjh2XmZw

the last song you listened to i’m in love with an e-girl, wilbur soot, the chorus of this song FUCKS my friends, honestly the whole song (and internet has ruined me, the sort of sequel) fucks https://open.spotify.com/track/44wBlg3Y1KSAEmaze5BXe7?si=u9mapV8STz6sqR3jg4XMiw

the last song you heard on the radio we don’t really do the radio in the car, and i dont recognise the songs on there these days anyway

the last cd/album you bought the black friday album actually! support starkid 

a song to listen to on rainy days done!

a chill song no surprises, radiohead https://open.spotify.com/track/1bSpwPhAxZwlR2enJJsv7U?si=oVXsE5JiTxulLkevqL4hjA

an upbeat song push up, freestylers, ok so maybe we do listen to the radio sometimes, and i heard a snippet of this like two months ago and immediately added it to my playlist https://open.spotify.com/track/2PJq8Fr5i2S0OkcmFsTC1P?si=3K7q37zNRuCQIduRdApjWQ

a song that gets stuck in your head nobody by mitski, everyone knows that one though https://open.spotify.com/track/6bTn1ovliI0OkjUNkiMBJq?si=Vc-DUCl-RpyhRc6lcbpKgg

your favorite song from a movie somewhere only we know, keane, from my favorite scene in ‘he’s just not that into you’ which is one of my fave romcoms, ok you probably didnt need all that context, dont laugh https://open.spotify.com/track/0ll8uFnc0nANY35E0Lfxvg?si=Lov6MdiOTNGrxCiX6UdDZg

your favorite song from a musical inevitable, the guy who didn’t like musicals. i know the choreo, i know every part almost down to the pitch now, i spent hours practicing the kickline with my sister. jon matteson if you have a spare moment please teach me how to kick your legs that high https://open.spotify.com/track/2lQkaEvJa69QCzk3x6HgaA?si=QMRBYXPwRruOSU4_xBPdMA

a song that reminds you of the moon night, the altogether, no real reason here, its just got a lonesome ethereality to it https://open.spotify.com/track/3MKF7HCn6uD03jWcUB8k1R?si=gm8JKR1jQbS6Dh59WUuEwA

a song by your favorite artist/band i really can’t pick between radiohead and newton faulkner, so you get the best of both, 15 step and teardrop https://open.spotify.com/track/6dsq7Nt5mIFzvm5kIYNORy?si=9dEYby1PRKm8zozrCTGcjA https://open.spotify.com/track/7JpgJ7b5sjvo3fUfPcRlq1?si=pVfzoWtuTdO5OsbDgUnabQ

a song from the year you were born closing time, semisonic, one of the fucking best songs ever https://open.spotify.com/track/4EnkwZd0UJAuHpNMMemQaA?si=ASYNfnThR_m9kqFrloI9nw

the number one song on your birthday my heart will go on, celine dion, i guess titanic had just come out that year, but in my country, on my birthday, this was the number one, god help us https://open.spotify.com/track/33LC84JgLvK2KuW43MfaNq?si=HswubDCkQJ-x7-LM06PQUQ

your favorite love song i do adore, mindy gledhill, cliche at this point, i know, but my sister introduced it to me, played it on her ukelele, and i love her, more than i love most things, and it makes me smile even on a day where ive not done very much smiling at all https://open.spotify.com/track/6JNEDSev5Tp5VQR04SEBfV?si=BxnrZafFT3m4QkXNUN5GcA

your favorite christmas song baby it’s cold outside, lydia liza and josiah lemanski, it’s the funniest fucking song https://open.spotify.com/track/3xvFTqHmlMqKjHgczCGn2C?si=lgDMvUQZR-2lPXHINo2POQ

one song that starts with each letter of your name j: JT by jon bellion (https://open.spotify.com/track/1eftOUoeMO1JkSQQmS6jXF?si=h4yYMpXnTAiZPxJJUPv0DA) o: one more shot, spies are forever ost (https://open.spotify.com/track/0EgLq4ORQ6TMPN6rjWp3d6?si=mC3eDbJJRyCGN4fNAcbdlA) r: red signal, the mechanisms (https://open.spotify.com/track/2TWDxsjHx2rqtH197URbE8?si=XB8D-1N-SkKgmlTZOFbcfQ) d: dont judge me, janelle monae (https://open.spotify.com/track/6UQDIIEPzeduwXlZE86SOF?si=1bONXfj-SQiq79ibrXjC-A) a: as your father i expressly forbid it, lemon demon (https://open.spotify.com/track/29L9B2aDs2NhrQGbs8pf9M?si=CvVTbLtNTgGeL3iemrLVHg) n: night drive, gotye (https://open.spotify.com/track/3fuRfxHpC56uNFMOaOlMCm?si=PDAbEsi_SjK-EYDmTvjT6A)

two songs with the same/similar titles that you like i don’t care (fall out boy) / idfc (blackbear) https://open.spotify.com/track/13mM4hWNMH5KwMcwl81tXS?si=YOqg8tVXRQKXB3ANmDFjHQ https://open.spotify.com/track/6y6jbcPG4Yn3Du4moXaenr?si=CzyYs4b5QQ23azTqgv0iXw

a cover that you like better than the original song done!

a song with really good lyrics kick it up a notch, starship  https://open.spotify.com/track/1r223IXiRxObMBNh3mcyWR?si=-RX3obwISfS_jk3JjzvaJg

a song with an amazing beat couple’s retreat, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/7pMS0byKI7V1Mpl0SlWEDq?si=Xytu_HBrStq_zjKdia2oig

a song that you associate with the color yellow boys, lizzo https://open.spotify.com/track/1ITsmuChPVC05ogvorAyVu?si=hkoCz7ouQsyLKn8Q7KO92g

your favorite song with an action in the title (jump, dance, etc.) bite back, all american rejects https://open.spotify.com/track/4zJv4aXOIAepvhApOFoQeQ?si=qRtthyDlQvKGRErmkI8lDg

your favorite acoustic song heart is full, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/6DvsjPkNcB4QoezDPtxsAB?si=vD18h70qSFG5xtrjpuy4XA

a song that motivates you take me home, country roads, john denver https://open.spotify.com/track/39q7xibBdRboeMKUbZEB6g?si=STNgdvZSQNSfqX9pENggSg

your favorite song you’ve heard live camisado, panic at the disco https://open.spotify.com/track/1LF5HQ32hztQWzADGH8ys4?si=VDjKcAo9TX-JA0kF6csqQA

a song that reminds you of your best friend ok so this one needs context (and an attached apology), when i think of best friends as a concept i think of tianna, and when i think of tianna, i think of sitting at the junior campus, huddled around my phone, tittering like twits over this stupid fucking song. (but honestly avery this applies to you too, you’re my best friend that isn’t emmy, i love you) enormous penis, da vinci’s notebook https://open.spotify.com/track/7dUCFnaGSWLH6SdDP08NLP?si=dH00DTxqTR2y3mAIEia9Lw

your favorite song from childhood radio/video, system of a down, the song my sister used to babble incomprehensibly loudly to whenever we played it in the car, the one i grew so used to i can literally hear it in my head as i type https://open.spotify.com/track/41pOIT2t1rvr2Trg1HQChZ?si=-Kyg8JSET2uDq0XGMICsMg

a song you always sing along to can’t sleep love, pentatonix, my sister and i’s favorite song to duet together, even if we haven’t quite worked out the proper parts for a two person acapella cover haha https://open.spotify.com/track/1klGbW5a9qTBFUjFfddbmU?si=Lm0FMpz5TVKddr82vUyf2w

your favorite song in a language different from your native one since i’m determined not to reuse songs, you get papaoutai, stromae (sorry about all the french, they bop babe) https://open.spotify.com/track/09TcIuH1ZO7i4vicWKoaN2?si=YTuHkj1DTgicqo7ZnqYJ0Q

[xialing-gf]

she (mj x reader)

7th installment in my songfic series

Summary (based on the song She by dodie): falling in love with your best friend, mj, was a wild, but beautiful journey

Wc: 2201

Tw: questioning of sexuality, coming out to not really accepting parents

Playlist (Listen to while reading this fic!):

❀she by dodie

❀growing pains by coin

❀bad ideas by tessa violet

❀smithereens by twenty one pilots

❀focus by allie x

“I am so glad to be here today. I never thought I would ever be standing here. If you told me I was going to be giving a speech at a Pride Parade as the representative of my high school’s GSA club five years ago, I wouldn’t have believed you. I’m so grateful for everything that has helped me turn into the person I am today. I’m so glad to have been through this journey, despite its low moments and confusing aspects. But if I hadn’t ever questioned who I was, I might’ve never ended up with the love of my life, who in fact, is standing right in front of me right now,” The pride sticker Michelle stuck on your face shifted as you smiled, gesturing to your girlfriend who was standing at the front of the crowd.

MJ waved, blushing a faint, cherry cola red color spreading across her cheeks as everybody clapped and cheered. Your hands were shaking under the podium out of fear but you kept your voice strong and steady as you conveyed your speech to the crowd. You never imagined this moment happening and was still to try to comprehend the importance and full scale of this event that you were speaking at.

“So many of you here today have found yourself or are in the process of finding yourself. If you haven’t found yourself yet, that’s completely okay. Today, I’m going to be sharing my journey with you to let you how rocky the road truly is. The struggle LGBT+ people go through on a daily basis is never explicitly discussed so I hope after I share my story with you, more people will come forward and share their stories of love, heartbreak, struggle, pain, and discovery,” Your smile grew wider as your statement earned a smatter of applause. As you gazed into the audience, you looked into people’s eyes, emotionally bonding with them through an unspoken, shared struggle. “It all began when…”

“... can we go to the park again? Mom, we’re done with the coloring pages the teachers gave to us,” You glanced hopefully up at your mom with Michelle, who was flashing puppy eyes by your side, and crossed your fingers behind your back, hoping for her to say yes. Your mother seemed reluctant and a little apprehensive of your request, but after a thought or two, she gave in.

“Alright, you two can go to the park. Come back before dinner!” Your mother called after you and MJ as you both took off the moment you heard the word “alright”. You and MJ loved going to a local park and creating flower crowns and all your kindergarten classmates envied the flower petals stuck in MJ’s hair and the twigs tangled in yours. Everybody, even those with best friends, envied your bond with MJ.

After finishing homework at your house or MJ’s, you and Michelle usually went to the park and in addition to braiding flowers into each other’s hair and making flower crowns, you both explored the playground, swung on swings, and played hide-and-seek. Sometimes, Michelle climbed up the large willow tree that moped on the vibrant green field nearby and encourage you to join her up in the branches and leaves. You attempted to climb up the tree a couple times but always chickened out.

As time passed, you and Michelle grew older and suddenly, the playground was too small for the both of you. In 2nd grade, you both were already making plans to explore the entire world, vowing to one day leave New York and travel to Australia, Europe, Africa, and every other possible place. By 3rd grade, you both created and wore friendship rings on your thumbs that later barely fit on your pinkie.

5th grade was when you and Michelle began to have sleepovers every Saturday night and continued this tradition even until now. At first, sleepovers were like any other play date but extended throughout the night. You would play many card and board games (except for monopoly; you and Michelle decided it was a game for boring adults) and as you grew older, it became video games like Just Dance and Wii Sports.

In 7th grade, you and Michelle stopped playing games during these sleepovers and began to talk about life and the absurdity of society. Sleepovers were almost like a what’s-wrong-with-society-and-how-we-can-fix-it club as your love for activism was rooted in your discussions with Michelle. One day, you brought up the topic of the LGBT+ community that twisted your perspective on life in a different direction.

“So, what are your thoughts on the LGBT community?” You asked, staring up at the ceiling as you lay next to her in your sleeping bag. Crickets chirped outside Michelle’s window as a momentary silence fell over the both of you after you asked.

“Well, I’m… actually part of the community,” Michelle slowly answered, an unfamiliar tone coating her words. During all of the years you knew Michelle, you never had heard her use such an uncertain tone. She was always confident, slightly aggressive, and unapologetically herself. But the tone she used when stating she was part of the LGBT community made her sound fragile and cautious.

“Oh, okay,” You nodded slowly, hoping to express that you weren’t that shocked when in reality, you were very surprised Michelle wasn’t heterosexual. But then again, Michelle was unbelievably talented at keeping secrets. “I’m lesbian. By the way,” Michelle reluctantly added, hoping that it would clear up her previous, vague statement a bit more. You offered a small smile and nodded again, remembering the article you read about how to react if somebody came out to you. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to people who were part of the LGBT+ community-there were a couple bisexual and gay people in your grade-but it was sort of shocking realizing the person you thought you knew the most had kept something from you for a long time.

The peaceful silence turned into an uncomfortable one and Michelle awkwardly asked, “You don’t mind, do you? Me being a lesbian isn’t going to ruin our friendship, right? Are we going to stop having sleepovers?”

“No, of course not! Just because you’re lesbian, it doesn’t change anything between us. You’re still the same old Michelle,” You reassured Michelle quickly, hoping that she didn’t get a wrong impression of your feelings by the silence. It was a lot to process, and there was a nagging thought at the back of your mind that resurfaced during this conversation.

“Oh, good. Well, let’s call it a night. I’m kind of tired,” Michelle announced, rolling over in her bed and pulling her blankets up to her shoulders. “Night.”

“Night,” You mumbled back as you nestled yourself in your sleeping bag, trying to not think too much about the conversation. Eventually, you managed to fall asleep, but when you woke up, you realized what had been bothering you. You never entertained the idea that you liked girls but when Michelle admitted she did, for some reason, it seemed to open up new doors and for the first time in your life, you started wondering if you weren’t straight.

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Throughout eighth grade, you constantly suffered through an inner turmoil of questioning your sexuality. You had always thought girls were extremely pretty but never had the guts to admit it. Ever since a young age, heterosexuality was established as a norm. You never really considered any of your affections for girls until now. Now that you knew a label for these different kinds of feelings for people, you began to question everything you learned from a young age.

Michelle has a suspicion that was something was on your mind and asked you almost constantly why you were zoning out or what you were thinking about, but you always brushed it off with a simple “I’m tired, that’s all”. You didn’t want to talk about your feelings and thoughts because you were afraid that if you said what was on your mind aloud, it would make all your thoughts true.

Soon, you couldn’t hold it in any longer and one day, you looked at yourself in the mirror, took a deep breath in and admitted out loud, “I think I might not be straight.”

The shattering, screaming silence after your words was deafening, and you realized that now that you admitted it out loud, your life made sense. You still had no idea what label to put on yourself and it took months for you to finally match your feelings to a name: bisexual.

You worked up the nerve to tell Michelle when you two were eating lunch under the cool shade of a giant tree. You had put down your sandwich and cleared your throat before you spoke, “MJ, I have something to tell you.”

“Hm?” Michelle looked up from her lunch, her eyes widening with curiosity. One of her curls fell across her forehead and she brushed it aside, leaning a bit more forward to give you her undivided attention.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m bisexual. I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” You tried not to rush your words like you did when you were nervous. Surprisingly, Michelle didn’t really react all that much; she simply nodded her head and replied, “Cool. Thanks for telling me.”

After Michelle’s reaction, your unreasonable worries that she wouldn’t accept you faded away. Nothing changed between you two and in fact, your confession had brought you closer together.

High school started and you were faced with an array of new variables to deal with including an increase in homework assignments and tests. Additionally, you and Michelle welcomed Peter Parker and Ned Leeds into your friend group. There was also a Gay-Straight Alliance club that you and Michelle were debating on joining.

Freshmen year was mostly a year if you trying to figure out how high school worked. Sophomore year was when you worked on your personal life. You came out to your parents and since they were traditional-type parents, they had a hard time understanding what “bisexual” meant. They weren’t a hundred percent supportive and implied that they didn’t really accept you yet based on their limited knowledge of the term, but they hadn’t really gotten mad at you so you took that as a positive sign.

Another change in your life was that you and Michelle decided to join the GSA. You both began helping out with raising awareness and advocating for equality for people of all genders, sexualities, and races in school by making posters and volunteering at fundraising events.

You also began studying with Michelle after school at the library and you would often get distracted and start writing notes in the corner of Michelle’s notebook. She would reply to those notes and you would have full on conversations with her through writing. One day, when you both were stringing together a silly story through a jumble of words, you glanced at Michelle and realized how beautiful she looked with her curls spilling across her forehead and a smile illuminated by the sunlight. Suddenly, you realized that you were crushing on your best friend.

Junior year was the year you worked up the courage to ask Michelle out. Peter and Ned had been pressuring you to ask Michelle out to a school dance ever since you admitted you had a crush on her. After you and Michelle watched a movie together (as friends), you drove her home and while you walked her to the door, you asked, “Hey MJ, you know how prom is in a month, right? Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to prom as a date.”

“I’d be delighted,” Michelle smiled, blushing in the dim shine of the house’s porch light. Once she went into her house, you held your triumphant excitement until you got into your car.

Prom was better than you had ever imagined. You and Michelle danced together during the slow dance but when the DJ began playing “hype songs”, you both left prom to get sushi. You and Michelle never really officially determined when you started dating. Sometime after prom, you and Michelle began calling hanging out dates and holding hands in hallways. Kissing and cuddling were saved for when you both had time alone.

Senior year was the year when you were elected as representative of the GSA, meaning that you would represent your school’s GSA at public events. Michelle was elected as the president, which didn’t come as a surprise since she actively participated in the club the most. And now…

“... I’m standing here in front of all of you, hoping that my story has reminded you all of how hard the journey of finding yourself is,” You spoke into the microphone, standing up straighter and looking into people’s eyes.

“The world is a complicated place and one day, if this day hasn’t come to you already, you will find who you are and who you love. Thank you for listening.”

The crowd cheered and clapped, but the only person you were paying attention to was the love of your life, Michelle Jones.

~

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[etherealjjong]

50 Questions Tag

tagged by: @yeonshook Riperoni, this has taken way too long

1. What takes up too much of your time? Youtube... read... anything that is not homework...

2. What makes your day better? Not having to do anything. Really, it’s lovely

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today? My friends talked to me through the phone a bit

4. What fictional place would you like to go? Hm, Percy Jackson or The Doctor Who universe

5. Are you good at giving advice? ha ha ha... maybe?

6. Do you have any mental illnesses? Seasonal depression and insomnia (is that a mental illness? I was never sure)

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Currently, no, which is great, as my sleep scheduled sucks as is

8. What musician inspired you the most? It fluctuates, but usually like George Bizet, Jonghyun, GD, Suga, and of course, Gustav Mahler. Shout out to Tchaikovsky, whose name I don’t really know how to spell

9. Have you ever fallen in love? Once more, if we’re being metaphorical, yes, I feel in love with music

10. What’s your dream date? I like cafes and bookstores, and god that sounded pretentious  (tbh, in my town there’s like nothing to do for an hour radius so... yeah)

11. What do others notice about you? Three things. My face that looks like I’m going to kill someone, my weird sneeze, and the fact that I am either really quite or screeching. To give the sneeze context, once my band director stopped banded, and said, “does she always sneeze like that?” 

12. What is the annoying habit you have? I can not for the life of me sit still, along with the fact that I have some attention issues

13. Do you still talk to your first love? No, because I don’t have one

14. How many exes do you have? Once more, none

15. How many songs are on your playlist? On the main one, 518

16. What instruments can you play? Flute, violin, and piccolo

17. Who do you have the most pictures of? Jonghyun. Not even surprised

18. Where would you like to go before you die? I want to see the Aurora Borealis and the Tulip festival in The Netherlands

19. What is your zodiac? Leo

20. Do you relate to it? Most of the time.

21. What is happiness to you? My friend group taking care of each other in our own ways

22. Are you going through anything right now? Not really. Just some seasonal things and bad grades

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made? Being with my old friend group

24. What’s your favorite store? Like Barnes and Noble or H&M

25. What’s your opinion on abortion? I think it’s a choice woman deserve to have

26. Do you keep a bucket list? In a moment of insanity, I made one. So, yes

27. Do you have a favorite album at the moment? Not really, which is surprising

28. What do you want for your birthday? Money

29. What are most peoples first impressions of you? That I look like I’m going to murder someone, and that I’m really short

30. What age do you seem according to most people? Around 16-20 is, I think

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? Kitchen counter, because why not

32. What word do you say the most? Understandable, Riperoni, and Noice

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? Like 16.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date? Like, 13-14. Honestly, I don’t really think about it

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? Usually a doctor or something science related.

36. What’s your favorite music genre? Depends heavily on how I’m feeling. Some days is Kpop, others classical, and some just random stuff I hear

37. If you could live in any country in the world where would it be? Maybe the Netherlands or Sweden. I’ve heard really good things about both of the countries

38. What is your current favorite song? Still Jam Jam by IU, 

39. How long have you had this blog for? this sideblog? September 18

40. What are you excited about? Not having to be with my relatives anymore

41. Are you a better talker or listener? Depends on who I’m with

42. What is the last productive thing you did? Actually getting up in the morning

43. What do you want for Christmas? A life

44. What class do you get the best grades in? Currently, it’s global

45. On a scale from 1-10, how are you feeling right now? 2.

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years? Hopefully in med school, but we’ll see

47. When did you get your first heartbreak? Third grade when my old friends gave me the boot

48. At what age do you want to get married? No idea. I’m like... not even through college, but if I had to pick, like 29-35ish

49. What career did you want to have as a child? Dancer or singer, but that ship has clearly sailed

50. What do you crave now? For my best friend to come home :(

I tag anyone who wants to do it!

[smolfangirl]

A little fresa wedding II

Hello hello I am leaving this here so @miris-xo is too busy to murder my duck :D Though I also have to thank her, for bearing with me during my “I hate everything about this part” phase, my endless messages of possible wedding dresses and all the other things I put you through. Without you, this wedding truly wouldn’t happen! And I could still look at Rugge in a bathrobe...

Special Thanks go out to @lightwoods5ever for being the exact beta reader that I needed in that moment, I love you more than I love koalas ♥

And surprise, surprise, the same procedure as every year post: @ac-ars and @sky-girls used the name Rory first. I used my own brain to end up with this name (also because of my roommate who is obsessed with Gilmore Girls and keeps trying to talk me into watching it), which is why I didn’t give them any credit.

Word count: 2.7k

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Pt. III - Getting ready

Since she woke up from her nap after breakfast, Aurora loves to play with the buttons of Matteo’s shirt. Her baby fingers constantly reach out for them, tossing on them, while he holds her in his lap.

Opposite to them, Gastón leans against the window frame, where he checks the view and throws a glance at his watch every few seconds. “The photographer is late,” he states, clearly annoyed.

“Will you relax?” Matteo asks, bouncing his daughter on one leg now, laughing along with her. “It’s been five minutes, there’s still plenty of time.”

“I should relax, that’s priceless,” he mutters under his breath. It’s been going on like this all morning – given his behavior, it’d be easy to think Gastón was the one who got married today, not Matteo. “I am relaxed,” his best friend continues, “but shouldn’t you be nervous? Just a little? Or did you spend all of that on your proposal?”

“Haha, had a clown for breakfast again?”

Gastón has a point though. Back when Matteo planned to ask Luna the big question, he had no chill whatsoever. Zero chill, really. It was a miracle to him how his best friend endured all the second-guessing and doubting and overthinking over every single tiny little detail. While Gastón listened to all his whining, he never complained. Too much.

“No, I mean it,” his best man now says. “Aren’t you afraid she changes her mind and dumps you at the altar?”

Matteo chuckles, then shrugs. “Nope, not really. She loves me too much,” he explains, copying the grimace Rory pulls at him before he snickers at her frown. “The only thing I’m afraid of is this little one here. Hm, Lily Aurora, don’t cause daddy any trouble today.” Lifting her so she can gawk back into his eyes, he puts on his most serious expression. “Will you promise?”

Her answer is to spit all over his shirt.

“Nice,” Gastón comments, although his laugh cuts off half the word.

A sigh hushes over Matteo’s lips while he gets up to clean what’s left to save in the bathroom. “At least it’s not the shirt Luna has to see me in.”

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Of course, his daughter holds her own opinions on acting well-behaved even after ruining his favorite sleeping shirt.

He’s not done yet scrubbing her spit out of his shirt when her high-pitched voice cuts through the silence, abruptly ending it. With curses muttered under his breath, Matteo runs back into the room, where he finds Gastón cooing over his goddaughter.

“Don’t bother,” Matteo tries to tell him over the screams and cries while he strokes the back of his little girl. “When she screams like this, she’s hungry, so the only thing we can do is get her to…”

Knock knock.

“Matteo? Gastón? Can I come in?”

“Luna,” he finishes. By then, Gastón already jumps at him and covers his eyes with his hands, effectively taking his vision. “What the…”

“You can come in!”

The door opens. Frantic breaths panted into the air. The sound of a long skirt brushing over the floor. Little footsteps, as if Luna wore no shoes.

Just the possibility of her wearing her dress already makes his heart skip a beat. Not a single hint at how it looks has passed her lips in the last months, not that he doubts it will be anything but breathtaking. Maybe she’ll go with a glamorous look close to the ones she pulls off for the red carpet every single time, or maybe she’ll look like the princesa from his songs – either way, Matteo isn’t sure how he will be able to keep the tears away when he finally sees her.

“Let me get her,” he hears Luna saying, and perhaps it’s a good thing Gastón sticks his sweaty palms on his face. In her arms, their daughter already calms down, or at least enough for his best friend to scold the bride. “You could’ve ruined the whole surprise, moon girl! Why didn’t you send Nina over? Or one of the bridesmaids?”

“She’s getting her hair done right now, I thought it’d be faster this way.”

During the short silence that ensues, Matteo wonders if his best friend is shaking his head in disapproval. He feels stupid, too impatient to sneak a glance at his soon-to-be wife, but unable to see anything except darkness.

And he didn’t even get a chance to put his shirt back on.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Matteo groans. “Just shut up, Gastón.”

Before he can reply, a small hand suddenly rests on his shoulder for support, and soft lips press a kiss on his cheek. “See you later, chico fresa.” Then, the door closes, and Rory’s whines fade and fade.

Sighing, Gastón releases Matteo out of his grip and lets himself fall on the bed. “You two will make me lose my sanity today.”

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She wrote the note for him early in the morning.

When she woke up and Nina left to pick up breakfast, the sun still stood low enough to hit her directly through the window, dancing over her face. Her maid of honor told her to get ready for plates of croissants and scrambled eggs and whatever else she desired, but Luna already knew she’d only nibble on some toast.

Grabbing a piece of heavy paper from the drawer of the hotel desk, she sat down on the antiqued chair, thoughts lost in memories of last night. Sneaking outside with him, hand in hand. Watching the stars, too happy to find a single thing to ask them for. Soaking in his warmth, hearing his every breath in the quiet night…

She’d write a whole essay based on these moments alone, but she had to keep it short and sweet in order to slip it under his door in time.

What Luna didn’t expect was to receive a gift in return.

The photographer just walked in as she hands her a little box, almost like the one from his proposal. “The groom asked me to give this to you,” she explains in a whisper. The smile sticks to her face before Luna even opens it.

There’s no ring inside.

Instead, it reveals a strawberry USB stick and a note telling her to play it. She can’t get to the radio station fast enough.

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The first song surprises her.

He isn't singing. Nothing but a piano tune fills the air, a melody she never heard before. Warm and light, she's sure it's a love song for his next album. It's not even the first demo of him that she listens to, but it messes with her heartbeat too much and brings tears to her eyes. For the first time today, she’s grateful for the waterproof make-up. Her bridesmaids watch her wipe back the teardrops, and Baby Aurora pats her hands completely out of rhythm, smiling. When Luna presses swift kisses on her daughter’s cheek, it turns into a happy giggle.

She plays the demo a second time, still unsure whether to smile or sob.

While the song starts again, Luna closes her eyes. Feels. Feels her chest tighten, and goosebumps running all over her body, down her arms, even to her legs.

Matteo hasn’t been much in the studio lately.

More than once did he mutter in helpless frustration how he much he missed those hours between microphones, guitars and scrambled notebooks, more than once did he convince her he had absolutely no time to fit a studio session in between preparing the wedding and spending time with his chica fresa.

She wonders how he managed to record just a sample like this, or when he composed it.

On second thought, however, it doesn’t matter much. What matters is his gift, the effort he put into making her smile, into soothing her jittery nerves on this day.

When the song fades out, familiar tracks follow it. Half of them are from her favorite relaxing playlist – they help her to take a deep breath and enjoy being treated like a princess. The other half, however… He made a chronology of their relationship, told by songs he wrote for her throughout their lives, from the very first one to the one from his last album that she played for two weeks straight.

Those help a little less with calming down.  

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She gasps when she sees herself in the mirror for the first time.

Simple as it may be, her wedding dress fits her perfectly. The lace top clings softly to her body, while the skirt flows towards the ground like a waterfall, swaying when she whirls around. Her hair falls in curves down her back, the veil held in place by her braid crown. She told her make-up artist to go for something light, but when she sees the carefully placed shimmer highlighting her eyes, Luna can’t help but to feel like a princess. A fairy princess.

If she ever worried her look might not be stunning enough for Matteo, there’s not a single doubt lingering in the back of her mind anymore.

Turning around to her daughter, Luna smiles. “Do you think mommy looks pretty for your daddy?” Aurora sits on the floor, fingers wrapped around an old make-up brush, a focused frown on her face. So far, her little one followed her every movement instead of paying attention to the toys around her, even when the brush left a lasting impression, apparently. Luna hopes Rory will feel exhausted enough from the morning to sleep through the whole ceremony.

In this moment, however, her daughter stares back at her out of those intense brown eyes, taking everything in.

“Do you think daddy might cry?” Luna caresses her little cheeks, before she gently tickles her belly. Rory giggles.

There might be a happy tear in the corner of Luna’s eyes.

“I think Gastón made a bet with Ramiro over his reaction to the dress,” Nina chimes in from the chair by the window. The hairdresser is pinning the last strands of her hair into their designated space, and Luna’s bridesmaids snap some pictures of the process.

“Do you know what they bet for?”

Nina shakes her head, then quickly apologizes to the young woman finishing her hairstyle. “No, I thought it’d be better if I didn’t ask. If he loses we’ll find out soon enough.”

The photographer asks Luna to stand in front of the door for a few photos. She smiles for the camera and tries to keep her hands from shaking. “We’ll know anyway, one is too much of a sore loser and the other one too happy over being right about Matteo”, Luna jokes. But her laugh sounds nervous suddenly.

Her gaze hurries to the clock on her bedside table. There’s plenty of time left, contrary to all the haunting stories of hectic mornings and messed-up schedules she heard before. For all the anxiety and stress Luna expected, the hours before her wedding went surprisingly smooth.

Maybe too smooth?

Luna shakes her head. No, she won’t fret over a problem that isn’t one, she won’t freak out. Not everything had been perfect, anyway. Her chica fresa almost terrorized the whole house until she picked her up, the complaint from Gastón included. (Seeing Matteo shirtless made it worth it, though.) The photographer hadn’t been here quite on time. Shoes got mixed up, one even going missing, until Yam found it had been kicked underneath the bed.

No, it hadn’t been picture-perfect, but everything is still okay. Those incidents are meaningless, and Miranda is there to handle everything else. Luna will probably have forgotten about this moment of second-guessing by the evening and it won’t matter the same way it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is Rosecliff, is walking down the aisle to Matteo. Matteo.

Thinking of the promise she’ll make to him, of the beautiful unity they’ll build makes her feel like an over-excited teenager again.

And she loves it. (Him.)

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Pt. IV - First look

The moment the wedding march begins to play, Matteo thinks there’s a real chance of him fainting. A smile covers his face, he can sense it tugging on his lips until his cheeks hurt, but the anxiety still bites into his bones, takes over his whole body.

His heart races in his chest, speeding up, faster and faster.

His legs feel weaker by the second.

His head is empty. Completely blank, a haunted house in a body full of emotions.

There’s so much happening inside him in every moment, he doesn’t know how to focus on anything happening around him.

Except when Luna appears in his vision, walking down the aisle.

Towards him.

Tears. They drown his eyes before he even fully sees her.

She’s beautiful, of course she is. His princesa, his moon, his sun. His everything. Endless dresses have graced her body, but this masterpiece becomes Matteo’s favorite one in an instant. It wears her name in the delicate movements of the skirt, in the simple yet elegant top, in the way it makes her look like she’s floating above the ground.

Every step towards him takes an eternity. Every second in which she smiles at him without being by his side makes him want to hurry to her. The only reason why he doesn’t is because his body is frozen on his feet.

Tears, and a hundred more in line, and he lets them.

Matteo imagined this moment often. Laying eyes on her in a gorgeous dress, thinking how she’ll soon be his wife. Thinking of the life they spent together already, the life they’d build from now on. He imagined it when he was barely 20 years old, struggling to fall asleep in the darkness of his room without her by his side. He imagined it with a bitter taste on his lips when they took a break and tried to figure out their careers instead of their relationship. And he imagined it while he planned his proposal, when it was the only picture in his head able to calm him down and tear his thinned nerves at the same time.

With so many scenarios for this unique moment of his life, he’s surprised that none of them live up to reality.

Nothing comes to his mind. No memories, no words, no pictures of their future, nothing but a hurricane of emotions crashing down on him.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Luna reaches him. In his peripheral vision, her dad holds her hand and offers it to him, although Matteo is too charmed, hexed, starstruck by his bride to divert his attention from her. Her eyes brighten up at his touch, green and warm and filled with a love that burns every doubt or insecurity he ever had about their relationship.

“You are the most beautiful woman in this whole universe,” he whispers. With a chuckle, she presses a kiss on his hand. “So, you’re saying our daughter isn’t the most beautiful?” He follows her gaze towards their little chica fresa, sleeping in her stroller as if this wasn’t one of the most important days in the life of her parents.

Matteo grins. “Of course not.”

The officiant clears his throat. Matteo’s hand intertwines with Luna’s, and with one last smile to each other, they face the man about to marry them. “Dear friends and family, today we have gathered to celebrate the union off…”

A strange noise cuts through his voice. Loud, and rattling. The officiant falls silent, frowns. In the following seconds, Matteo can hear his own heartbeat. Nothing was supposed to go wrong today, absolutely nothing and yet they didn’t even make it past the formal opening of the ceremony. Shit.

The noise comes back. From behind him, familiar, like the taste of a missing word on the tip of his tongue. But he heard it before, he knows that much.

Luna did, too.

A third time. A snore. And another one.

Slowly, they take another glance at their daughter. Resting her head on the side, with eyes closed and relaxed, she looks too innocent to produce this kind of eruption. But she snores again, and there’s no doubt, their little one is the sound hazard for their own wedding.

Gastón bursts into laughter. Waves and waves of hysterical giggles break out of him, and every attempt to calm down fails before it even begins. Soon, Luna grins sheepishly as well, along with the rest of the wedding party.

In the end, the ceremony starts ten minutes later than planned. Rory notices none of that.

[multifandom-hoes]

Taking Control

Member: Monster Woo

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.4k

The TV was playing in the living room, some commentaries being said but she couldn’t hear, her thoughts being much louder than the television her boyfriend was watching.

Tonight was the night. The decisive night. The night which might break her in the end, but she was definitely proceeding through with her plan.

Kim YoungWoo, Monster Woo, Daddy Woo. That was who her boyfriend was. An absolute dominant in bed. That was getting old. She wanted a change, yet YoungWoo allowed no such thing. It was all fine and dandy, since him being dominant was a turn-on in and off itself, yet his constant denial was meant, right from the start, to bring revolutionary ideas to her head. And so, tonight was the night where she put those ideas forward.

Walking up to her boyfriend, who had his back to her while watching the TV, she swung her arms around his neck, caressing his broad chest and feeling up and down his muscles. “Babe, how about you turn off that TV and we could go to the bedroom and then do… Something…” she dared not say `do something fun`- because she was sure as hell he won’t be amused, not in the slightest. But who cared, for as long as she got what she wanted?

He grunted something like a protest, trying to pretend and failing that he was interested in no such feast. She, as well as him, pretended to be ignorant, shrugged her shoulders and skipped into the bedroom, humming a tune under her nose as she closed the bedroom door with her hip, knowing perfectly well that he was watching her hands slip under her shorts.

It was easy to rile Kim YoungWoo up, but it was much, much harder to get him back together- the man had a stamina of a horse, he went on for hours.

The TV continued playing, with apparently no signs of turning off, but meanwhile she went on her knees to get the little, wooden box from under their bed, took out the silky, pink blindfold, and quickly stuffed the thing into her short’s back-pocket as she heard the TV was now off, hiding the wooden box with the bedsheets that fell to the floor.

The door creaked open almost as soon as she composed herself and stood facing the window, as if in a thoughtless daze. “Hm?” she hummed finally, resting her coy eyes onto his rigid form. “So you decided to join me, after all?” a chuckle escaped her lips as she crossed her fingers behind her back. So far, everything was going according to plan.

His brow flew up on his forehead, a smirk turning into a frown as he stepped closer. “Are you playing with me right now, Kitten?” she purred in response and shook her head lightly, moving further and further into the room on her tip-toes. “Then why don’t you show Daddy what you meant by `we can do something`?”

She nodded her head this time, moving to the side of the bed as she beckoned him to sit on the bed. “Daddy should sit down and let me do the rest. Is that fine?” her voice was coy, purring, nearly pleading.

YoungWoo smirked, to her great satisfaction, and did as he was told for once. “I’m looking forward to what you have prepared.” He told her, his voice as confident as ever, as dominant as ever. But not for long.

She stood straight in front of him, with her back as straight as a string, and looked him dead in the eye- something she rarely ever did in intimate situations such as these. There was never quite enough time. Never quite enough patience. Never quite enough nerve. Not this time. Today was the day.

She took out her phone from the pocket that was not stuffed with the blindfold and pressed her recently created playlist, letting the song play as she dropped the phone onto the ground, heaving a deep breath to calm her nervousness before allowing her hips to start moving.

She moved closer, slow step followed by another slow step, turning around and executing a perfect body roll, snaking her arm around his shoulders as she sat on his lip, grinding herself on his thigh, leaning up to cover his visage as her free hand, with slow movements, pulled out the blindfold and brought it, quickly, around his eyes.

He was about to protest, ripping the thing off completely, but she stopped his complaints with a kiss, his hands with her own. “It’s all a part of a show, Woo. Be patient, please.”

He hummed in response, leaning in for more, and getting nothing but her hand on his crotch, stroking the are through his sweats. “I’ll let it slide, but address me as proper, Kitten.”

“Be patient, Daddy…” she moaned into his ear, feeling him getting hard, smirking in response to his body language. She was definitely going to enjoy what was to come. Even if he was going to torture her body to death afterwards. She didn’t mind. She’ll live.

She sprung off from him, quickly throwing the wooden box open after pulling it out from the fallen bedsheets, and silently took out the fluffy cuffs that matched the colour of the blindfold. Taking extra care to not jingle the metal, she pushed YoungWoo’s shoulder so that he would lay down, and watched him doing the rest of the job to slide against the headboard. It was too easy, really.

With quick, planned out movements, she was on top of him, grinding her hips against his hard on, kissing her way up to his collar starting from his abdomen. And then there was a `ching` as the cuffs closed to the point where they could only open with a key- a momentarily silence followed, before, “What the fuck?!”

It was then that she allowed herself to laugh, like a maniac, because finally… Finally! YoungWoo was in her trap, incapable to escape, and to see, and to do anything thereafter. “Babe, I really wish I could say that I am sorry, but I am not. Not in the slightest. After all, you’ve brought this upon yourself, you know. So today, I reckon it will be a perfect day to implement some revenge.” She smiled to herself, getting off the bed and looking further into the wooden box. “What should we do first, hm?”

He tried to say something, or yell something, but all that was heard were some muffles and then some thrashing as he tried to get rid of the cuffs. He was so pissed off he couldn’t even formulate any coherent sentences. Hilarious.

“Hun, if you talk too much or too loud, I’ll have to silence you, you know?”

“I dare you, Kitten. Fuck it, I double dare you! Try me! See what happens when the cuffs are gone!” he growled, his eyes turning into slits as he stared her down on the floor, browsing through the mysterious, wooden box.

“Hey, Hun, I’ve got some exciting stuff I want to try out with you today. For example, a dick cage. A whip. My fingers, mouth, and pussy. A dick ring. A choker. Even a stick and an ass plug.” Her smile was wide as she turned to face him with the mentioned whip, “Which one should we try out first, hm?”

“Don’t you even dare…”

“Oh, but I will. That was the purpose of today. And besides, your hard on isn’t even gone. You’re enjoying this, as much as you’re denying it.” She hummed along with the song, singing under her nose as she got the dick ring. “I think we should start from this, right, Hun?”

“You are going to regret this.”

“Yes, yes, the same old story. Tell me something new.” Getting his pants off was no struggle, since he stopped struggling already, giving up on the idea of getting free by force. His underwear slid off easy, as well, and then all that was left was the hard on- she figured she was going to struggle with, it was much easier if he was originally willing to try out these things with her. Now she had to nearly force the dick ring on, stopping him from cumming for as long as was possible. Oh well, it was his own fault.

Her fingers started to slide across his stomach, doing rounds up and down, poking at his surprisingly perked nipples through his shirt. She got rid of that, too, and left it resting on his face, so that he would shut himself up. And he did, which was a great surprise.

“You know, YoungWoo, for a man who claims to be the complete dominant, you’re certainly excited about this, aren’t you? So hard, your nipples are so perky. There’s even pre-cum leaking from your dick. Amazing!” her voice was sing-song as she sent her tongue roaming about on his abdomen, getting lower and lower, and then up to his nipples, biting and sucking on them, feeling his body shudder as she lets her hand roam as well, poking the top of his shaft, letting her finger slide.

He said nothing, his chest heaving as he breathed deeply, his hands shaking with intensity, veins clearly seen in both his forearms and abdomen. Just to fuck around with him more, she bit his nipple again, lightly, and pinched the other one, harder, feeling his torso rise up from the bed. “That was weak…” he breathed out, his voice much less malicious than it was before.

“And yet you’re quite responsive, Honey. You enjoying yourself?” she asked, her voice soft, a smile painted on her face.

“Not at all.”

She shook her head to his response, tightening her grip around his length and pressing her pinky at the tip of his dick. “Lying is not an option, Honey…” she got lower, beyond his abdomen, and sunk her head to take the tip into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking in her cheeks, internally smirking as she noticed his thighs shaking lightly. He wanted to cum, but was unable to. Now he knew how she felt when he stopped himself right before her climax.

“Stop that…” he growled again, his voice quite weak.

“Hm…” she paid no attention to his words, letting her tongue lick up and down his dick’s veins as her fingers stroked at his balls, cupping them into her hand, massaging them, letting her nail go beyond than and somewhere much more forbidden.

“Don’t you dare!” his voice regained life and she jumped at the ferocity in his voice. “I swear to God, you go beyond that and you’re—”

She laughed, again, and poked her nail at his twitching length. “Yet your body tells me something quite the opposite.” She referred to his gasp as her nail grazed at his ass, and the twitch of his length as he decided to try and stop her. “You really do want this, huh?”

Again, YoungWoo kept quiet, his arms trying relentlessly to free themselves as she got the lubricant ready.

“I promise it won’t hurt as much as you might have heard.” She cooed, spreading the lube, scaring him while at it. She won’t actually do, not today at least, but giving him a fright was always fun.

His body was shivering, sweating horribly, dick twitching in untold anticipation of the new experience. “You’re not actually planning on using that ass plug, right?” he asked, his voice soft, tired, pleading her not to do it.

“Well, if you’re going to be that loud, then I might as well do it, you know?” her voice was ignorant, as it had been for the most of the conversations while YoungWoo was blinded and cuffed.

“… don’t…”

“What was that, now?”

“Please, don’t…” he repeated, his voice now small and tender, yet still deep.

“Hm… That’s what I like to hear.” Yet despite her words, her finger already started to circle his asshole, teasing, exciting him more and more. He was good at lying, but his body language would quite usually no correspond with his words. “I’m going to take off the dick ring, okay?”

He nodded his head, with quite a lot of vigour, and she chuckled in evident amusement.

“But before that…”

“Anything…”

“Call me Mommy.”

Silence. Utter, and absolute silence. It seemed that even the Kim YoungWoo had stopped breathing then and there.

“Well? Or should I use that butt plug, after all?” just to emphasize her words, her nail slid an inch deeper into the hole, and after hearing him gasp, or was it actually a moan, she moved her finger away.

“Mommy, please get the dick ring off.”

“Baby boy, could you maybe repeat that?”

“Please, Mommy, get the dick ring off. I beg you, Mommy. I’ll do anything for you, Mommy.” She covered her mouth as not to squeal and moved the shirt that was still on his face away, biting her finger at the horrid blush that covered his face, ears and neck.

“Let Mommy take care of you, Baby boy.” And off came the dick ring, precum flowing together with it. Her hand twisted around his length and started pumping again, her finger still swirling around his asshole as she spoke, “You know, Woo, pink looks good on you.” And together with her words, he cummed all over his chest, some getting on his chin. “You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you? Held it in for so long. Good boy. Let Mommy reward you.” And just like before, her nail moved closer to his hole, slipping in just the tiniest bit which made him cum again, less this time, but enough to make him grunt and pant and moan all together.

All that occupied the silence of the two people was the music still playing in the background.

“I’m going to uncuff you, now.” She whispered, her eyes droopy as sleep slowly took control of her body.

“Mhm…”

She should have known, however, that to take control of Kim YoungWoo would mean horrible consequences. And truly, she knew, but she would have never expected him to have that much stamina. “What are you doing?” she asked, laying under him, seeing him smirk wide and big.

“Taking my revenge.” His eyes glinted and as suddenly as she happened to be on her back, her clothes were ripped off from her body, and now she lay bare before him, cuffed with her own weapon, the blindfold quickly covering her eyes. It was a long, long night after that.

[fanesavin]

Deliverance : Self Para

❝ Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? ❞ ❝ That is the only time a man can be brave. ❞

In which Fane is not about to sit idly by while Maya decides to gallivant off to face Shaw alone and sets about a way of tracking her down before it’s too late.

@mayaparker @faye-andrews

Something was wrong.

He could feel the pit in his gut grow deeper. He’d been on edge all day after leaving the estate to head to work, and he couldn't quite pin down why. A part of him wanted to chalk it up to his anxiety as usual, but this felt vastly different. His mind wasn't spinning with typical "what if's" and he didn't have the usual sense of hyper-awareness that usually came with his social anxiety. No, this was something different.

This was dread.

He couldn’t pinpoint why he felt this way. Nothing had been different about his day as he thought back to it while sat behind his desk tapping his pen idly on the surface. So why was it he felt like something was very, very wrong? He could feel it; the lethargic fear that had settled in the very pit of his stomach and for once Fane had no idea what to do with it.

Leaning back into the old leather chair which creaked a little under the shift of his weight, head tilted back he stared blankly at the rows of bookshelves. What would he usually do when he felt this way? It took him a long moment to recall his usual coping methods, which, if he weren't already so unsettled, should've been a red flag. His brain felt sluggish. Sorting one thought from another was hard. Music. Grabbing the remote from one side of his desk he thumbed the button to get something up on his typical playlist that would hopefully brighten his mood. Glad for something he didn’t need to focus so much on he felt some of the uneasiness lift as he tapped his pen against his chin and began writing again where he’d stopped.

The respite only lasted a song, though, before that horrible feeling that something was fundamentally wrong returned. Reaching for his phone, he checked the screen finding no messages out of the odds. Perhaps it was everything going on with Maya; it was resulting in him feeling more anxious than he usually did...

Why am I feeling like this? I have no idea what’s wrong. This isn’t right. Something’s wrong what’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong--

Fane’s eyes widened before he even finished the spiral of thoughts and he didn’t care that his breathing, (a futile act) but one he used as an effort to use to appear human came just a little harder than it should have. He knew what was wrong.

He hadn’t seen Maya on his way out like he usually did before work.

Grabbing his phone he hit dial for Maya’s mobile, receiving only a voicemail which made him frown at the screen of his phone, glancing at the clock he shut down his computer and speaker before grabbing his bag, keys and jacket. He didn’t want to be presumptive, and he’d warned Adrian to be prepared in case he needed to depart for a time on short notice. Shoving the key into the lock to shut it he swept past his slightly bewildered looking assistant’s desk pausing long enough to say “something’s come up I need to check on. Might be nothing but just in case you remember what we discussed?”

The blond man nodded, and Fane patted him on the shoulder “good man. Hold the fort ‘til I’m back.”

One trip down to the bakery later where Maya was supposed to be working he found it lacked her presence and the low weight of uncertainty began to grow.

One drive with little consideration for the speed limits later and he was cruising down the road to the estate. For once not particularly caring whether he disturbed the other residents though most were out or doing their own thing at this time. “Maya?” he called speeding up to her room and rapping on the door with his fist, “Maya if you’re in there open up hm?”No answer.

His eyes turned skyward, and for perhaps the first time in many years he said a prayer. “I’m coming in--” and when the room was scoured and found to be empty without any sign of warning or note, he felt the panic starting to grip him. “Bloody hell Maya what’ve you done? RYAN,” he yelled, voice carrying and considering his progeny’s hearing not to mention the link they shared he felt the instant tug of awareness that he’d been heard and not a moment later the young handsome Iranian man blurred into view. Fane cut straight to the point “Maya, have you seen her today?”

“I saw her earlier-- Went into your office and then headed out-- I thought she was going to work.”

With a look in the direction of his office, Fane noticed the piece of paper left out of place on the desk immediately considering the general immaculate tidiness of the space. Snatching it up, the dread he’d been trying to keep at bay rose, and he had to close his eyes and take a breath not that it stopped the curse uttered under his breath. Ryan was hovering by the door, and he didn’t need to ask to pick up on his sire’s change in mood, or the way his lips thinned out and pressed together tight. He didn’t ask, instead, going to fetch the bag Fane had kept packed up in case this came about knowing there were no jokes here to be made for once.

The fact she wanted the local police called-- issue there was that there was no knowing what the local law enforcement knew of the existence of magic. Their involvement could very well put everyone in even more danger if they got the wrong end of the stick.

Fane,

I’m sorry. Shaw called and says he has Carson and that he’ll kill him if I don’t come. I have to go. I’m sorry. But I got one of those Find my Phone apps. I’ll send you the info when I get there. If I don’t check in before midnight please call the local police. Tell Eowyn I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better sister.  

Thank you for everything. And love you, you know, just in case I die.

- Maya

Dialling Faye's number he shoved his phone against his shoulder as he headed up to his room talking as he went “hey love,” he paused as Faye asked whether he was okay it wasn’t common for him to phone her in the day like this. “Well-- since you’re asking no-- I’m not-- You know that rash thing I was worried about Maya doing without any forethought-- yeah--- yeah--- well, that’s happened. Hold on I’m just putting you on speaker” he said, jabbing the speaker button with his thumb and setting his phone aside along with the note as he started to switch out his clothes talking as he did so.

“She’s not left any details, but I want you to get on that tracking spell if you can, ASAP... Figure out where she’s going ‘cause I can’t get a hold of her mobile.” He raised a hand scrubbing it through his hair and starting to pace buttoning his shirt up “mhm-- mhm yeah-- I’ll call Ephram and also call in some favours to get us a jet. Meet you at yours ASAP... We don’t have time to waste... As soon as we know where she is I want to be on the move”, he managed a faint ghost of a smile at no one when Faye told him they’d find her. Unwanted feelings he’d long since buried since Dani’s own disappearance starting to resurface as well picking up his phone and turning the speaker off he pressed it to his ear “yeah--” his voice was quieter “I know... ‘Course we’ll find her... Alright, love you, see you soon-- bye.”

Picking up the note he stared down at it, the edges curling in his fingers as he let out a small breath, eyes lingering on a single sentence, determination starting to blossom and replace the fear that had been creeping over him since the realisation of what had happened had dawned on him.

And love you, you know, just in case I die. 

Shoving the note in his pocket he headed for the door, taking the black duffle bag from Ryan and slinging it over his shoulder.

Only one person’s life was going to end by the time this was over.

And that life wasn’t Maya’s, he planned to do his damned best to ensure that.