#i could gif this entire album and let's be honest i probably will

[ughmerlin]

– I, CARRION (ICARIAN), hozier

[kalims]

he's a ten but he...

premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lower—besides the fact that they keep doing it.

characters. dorm leaders

content. gender neutral reader

malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)

"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"

"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"

he blinks, then shrugs.

like i said, has NO sense of space.

if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.

if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!

cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.

if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.

(I wish I could be that unbothered.)

lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.

^ totally has his own album full of pictures.

if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy 💯

since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.

while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)

"child of man, have you slept?"

*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.

"WTF."

not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?

idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')

user: where tf r u??

ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?

user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES

unintentionally stood you up 💀

you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.

ghoul666: we do??

user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.

ghoul666: NO PLS

ghoul666: HELLO????

next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.

in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo 😭

though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...

big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(

with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.

if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.

ghoul666: can we not go there

user: 😐

user: you are testing my patience love

ghoul666: 😓 (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)

ghoul666: how abt

ghoul666: mimic together? call

user: sighs

user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you

queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.

the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.

"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.

unsurprisingly does carry you.

asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)

vil (frets over you way too much.)

"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"

"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"

"I love you but please give it back—"

"I love you too, and no."

disclaimer: he does this for your own good 😜 (average mom excuse.)

looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!

and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..

*shows up literally half an hour in*

why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)

vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.

oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..

you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.

if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!

you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.

"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"

you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour ago—" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)

vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."

you sigh.

"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."

vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."

"... I feel offended."

"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."

after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.

the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)

epel: 😃 (atleast vil wasn't around.)

"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"

"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."

rook giggles away.

kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)

"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?

you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.

"a gift!"

"wait why does it say lot 111--"

as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.

but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..

fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.

after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.

"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"

"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."

if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...

( ^ it is btw.)

kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.

he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldn’t mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)

you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?

the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.

was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.

bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.

even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.

"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"

"for them! ;D"

"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"

"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"

you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...

(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')

azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)

"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."

"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"

"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."

pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.

now he won't go last 50!

ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.

last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.

love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.

but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*

but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finally— something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.

who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..

yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azul’s species is the job they were assigned.

they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.

one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?

...

they do look like they've seen some though..

jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)

long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.

"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.

azul clears his throat. "well—today is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistance—"

he praises himself for his quick thinking.

COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)

then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.

it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.

you screech. "JADE PLEASE."

the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."

"AZUL."

"... only on a condition of course."

frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.

'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'

actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?

leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)

"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."

"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."

"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."

to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.

there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.

rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.

and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?

leona's work no doubt.

you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.

if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.

at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.

it goes something like;

"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."

a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.

you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.

...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.

"because you care about me?"

"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"

you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"

he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."

...

...

see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.

next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.

"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.

"really?" <- you, confused

riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)

“I'm just a little busy.”

“I understand,” riddle says.

“I'm just a little busy.” he understands.

“a little busy.” its just… a small thought…

“I'm just busy.” his mind is a hazard at this point. 

for someone as supposedly maintained as riddle—you'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.

that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)

you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.

he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.

but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thought–and he can’t help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that he’s suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since you’ve been attached to the hip the previous week and now you’re just.

…busy…

riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that he’s never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.

somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.

“THIS IS ABSURD.”

and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)

that night was one of the worst he’s ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.

everyone noted to steer clear.

and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were ‘busy.’

“why are you sulking?” a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.

he feels the need to cough–so he does. “i’m– i’m not.” he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that you’re still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you don’t believe him at all.)

guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows you’re not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymore–so he can’t help the bite. 

“why are you here?” a glance not intended to look mean.

“i thought you were busy.” he adds.

your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. “what?” he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.

he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile. 

“mr. rosehearts, are you perhaps… sulking because i’m busy?”

“no!”

silence.

“no.” he repeats, weaker.

“well,” you continue, beaming. “i heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?” 

he sputters. “it wasn’t because of you!”

you snort. “i didn’t even say anything about me.”

so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because you’re annoying he keeps glancing back to see if you’ll follow,

so cute…….

[dearsnow]

THIS CAN WORK

- as you’re trying to forget about him, the man who broke your heart shows up at your doorstep. or in which jake gets yelled at by the entire hard deck. (jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader, angst -> fluff, reading part 1 is probably a good idea but idk if it’s 100% necessary)

PART 1

word count: 2,032

a/n - the official part 2 is here!! thank you for all the love part 1 got <3 i’m not personally the biggest jake fan but writing this was honestly so fun. i loved exploring the softer and more insecure parts of his personality, so i may have more planned for him in the future 👀

It’s been two days since Jake cut you out of his life, and to say you’ve been devastated is an understatement. You still have his shirts and his stupid nighttime noise maker, and with them, the lingering feeling of his touch on your skin. You’ve already texted to let him know that you’ll drop off his things later, but he has yet to respond. It’s like he’s dropped off the face of the Earth. Good, you think. Let him. But he better at least wipe any memory of himself from your thoughts first.

You’re trying your best to forget, you really are. You took down the pictures of him that hung on your wall, right by your bed, and you’ve shoved the pillow that holds the faint scent of his cologne into the depths of your closet, and the photos of him on your phone are sitting in the recently deleted album. It’s better this way, you tell yourself. You need to get him off your mind as soon as possible and move on to better things, better people. Like a stubborn stain, his presence remains.

But you still want him like you’ve never wanted a single thing before, and it makes you sick.

Jake had never felt worse in his life. As soon as he saw you walking away, he regretted it, but if there’s one thing Jake Seresin hates, it is being wrong. His friends called him every synonym for wrong in the dictionary that night.

“You’re an idiot, Bagman. She was the best thing you had going for you and you just pushed her away like that?” Phoenix scoffed. She had overheard snippets your break-up, and after prompting Penny, she knew the full story within seconds.

“I did what was best for her-“

“No, you did what was best for you.” Penny interjected. “If you can’t make the effort to keep someone so amazing in your life, you’re never going to get anywhere. Relationships require compromise and change on both sides. The whole time you were with her, she was bending over backwards to accommodate you, and you couldn’t even shift to the side a little and give her a pinch of what she needed.”

Jake could feel anger rising in his throat. He knew best, right? No one saw his perspective. No one could feel how unhappy he would’ve made you. He was setting you free. Right? Please, let him be right.

Rooster prodded him in the stomach with his pool stick. Apparently everyone was in on the conversation. “You’ve got that self-pitying look, man. You fucked up. You’ve been fucking up. If you really think you’re not good enough for her, isn’t that a reason to become good enough for her?”

“I just…” For the first time, Jake was at a loss for words. He was coming to recognize that he was wrong. He was so, so wrong, but that felt like a slap in the face. For the first time, Rooster’s words didn’t intend to antagonize him. They were honest, and he hated it.

Bob tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Jake pushed it off. “You should talk to her.” He offered. “Tell her your side, and if she’s open to it, work on yourself so you can be good for her.” His voice was soft and soothing, like he was whispering to a wounded animal. Jake felt himself burning up under the gazes of his friends.

“Yeah,” He swallowed hard, finally coming to terms with the fact that he can make mistakes. “Maybe I will.”

You’re humming to yourself, cleaning your apartment’s modest kitchen. The sun is out, shining golden beams upon the shiny counter you’re wiping down. It smells like the nicely-scented cleaner you just bought. The old one smelled too much like him. But, as you move on, so does life. Thinking about it gives you a headache, so you’ve chosen to do anything but think.

A knock at your door makes you put down your rag. You figure it’s just your landlord, considering that you were meant to pay your rent yesterday. You sigh, readying yourself to tell sweet Mr. Hammond that you’ll pay it ASAP.

Your fingers grip the door handle and pry it open. The thing has always been a little too hard to move; old hinges, you figure. Before you can get the door to open fully, you stop in your tracks. Jake.

He’s holding a bag of your favorite takeout with a sheepish look on his face. You consider slamming the door, but it would probably get stuck if you moved it too fast. “Have you come to collect your things?” You ask softly, looking him up and down. He looks like shit. He has seemingly forgotten how to shave, his stubble turning into the awkward length that you always chided him to take care of, and his deep green eyes are laden with sadness. It almost makes you feel bad for him— until, of course, you remember he broke your heart. Calm down, you think, make this quick and easy. Get him in and out.

“No.” He states simply. “I wanted to apologize.” This is a big thing for him, something so new that it sounds foreign to your ears. Jake apologizing? His shoulders are hunched slightly. You resist the urge to put a loving hand on his chest, as you usually did when he was feeling out of sorts.

“It’s fine.” Your voice is quiet, laced with as much kindness as you can muster. “I put all your stuff in a box, if you wanted to pick it up.” You’re still subtly prompting, trying to get him out again.

He places the takeout in your grasp, his pinky finger brushing lightly against your own. You hate how it still makes you tingle. Your other hand picks at the edges of your soft loungewear. Jake purses his lips slightly as you step backwards, your feet shuffling against the linoleum floor. “Can we talk?”

“I thought we just talked.” You respond curtly. He sighs, eyebrows drawn.

“I mean really talk. Just hear me out this one time, and if you want, you’ll never have to see me again.”

You nod slightly, resigning yourself to the fact that you have to get this over with. At least your apartment is clean and sparkling; in your own way, you’re telling him that you don’t need his permission to live a nice life. You can clean, and you can take care of yourself. The takeout finds its place on your small table. You pull out a stool from the side of your island and sit down as the stool’s legs creak underneath you. Jake sits, too, opposite you. His hands are shaking a little, but you turn your gaze up to his face.

You can hear his breaths deepening as he clasps his hands together. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

“I appreciate your apology, but that doesn’t really change what happened.” You state. He holds up a finger as if to tell you to wait just a bit. Your eyes pass over his dejected expression, his mouth tilting just the slightest bit downwards.

“I know. I was being stupid, and I see that now. You’re amazing, honey. You’re nice and generous and this genuine kind of comforting that makes me smile. When I’m with you, I feel like I want to be better. And trust me, I do. I want to be so much better for you. When I first met you, I thought that you’d be a fit for Bob or something, that’s how amazing you are. I thought deserved someone like him, someone just as caring, but I fell in love with you instead, and now look where we are.” He chuckles dryly. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “I guess I just felt inadequate and stupidly insecure. I know I’m not what a respectable girl like you would want, so I pushed you away and hurt you instead. I didn’t consider your feelings at all that night, and for that, I really am sorry. I don’t know if that explanation changes anything now, but I had to give it a shot; you were never too sweet, I was just too damn bitter.”

His words come out in a ramble. You’ve never seen him so much as stutter, but his confident, calm voice is bordering on anxious. You can’t even believe what you’re hearing.

It takes a lot of guts to say something like that. When you look back on your interactions, on everything he’s ever said or done around you, you finally see it clearly. All he does is build himself up to be this great figure, so much so that people can’t tell that his ego has been sorely bruised. That’s why he shrugs off comfort and security, fucking up every sure thing in his life during the process.

He’s boring a hole into your forehead with how hard he’s staring. His hands are still white-knuckled, holding each other like they’re seeking some sort of solace. The tension in the air is palpable as you take a breath. “Thank you. I… It’s nice to hear you acknowledge that.”

Jake can hear his breathing quicken shakily. That could’ve gone a lot worse. You’re not screaming at him, hitting him, kicking him out, anything that he thinks you should do. You’re just sitting there, nails digging into the flesh on your arm, looking shocked and heartbroken all at once. He takes one deep gulp of air. “You’re welcome. I’ll get out of your hair now.” He stands to leave, but your smaller hand catches his. His palm is damp.

“I’m sorry you ever had to feel that way about yourself.” You say. His small admission of insecurity weighs on you like nothing else. “You’re a good guy, Jake. I hope you’ll take this as an opportunity to work on yourself and find what makes you happy.”

Budding tears prick at his waterline. He hasn’t cried in a long time, but looking at you makes him want to. He wants to slide into your arms and sob, press his face into your neck and tell you over and over that he wants you back. He has to try. He thinks he’ll regret it for his whole life if he doesn’t. “You make me happy,” he hesitates, “and if you’ll have me, I’d like to have you around while I work on myself. I need you. You make me want to be good enough for you.”

You take one step, then another, and he doesn’t protest a single bit as you envelop him in a hug. His muscles relax as he wraps his arms around you, the tension breathing a sigh of relief. “I’d like that.” Your voice is slightly muffled from being pressed into his chest, but he hears you loud and clear. “I missed being with you.”

You missed the way he would cook you breakfast in the mornings with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder and classic rock playing from his phone. He always told you that you’d get the whole experience when you visited him, starting with his lips caressing your collarbones and continuing with breakfast in bed. It didn’t even matter if you didn’t want to leave; he would take you with him, wherever he went. He even got in trouble once for sneaking you on base.

You missed his scratchy morning voice and warm hands and how he always had an arm around you. You missed him caring about you, wiping your tears, and you missed how confidently he showed you off and stood up for you. You missed almost everything about him, if you’re being honest. You thinking you could live without him was but a brief lapse in your sanity.

“I missed you too.” He whispers. “I… I really do love you, darlin’. I’ll shape up, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smile.

For the first time in a while, Jake can feel hope pricking at his heart, and you can feel it beating through his shirt.

Maybe, just maybe, you think, this can work.

Taglist: @seitmai

[mcu-coworkers]

Enough for you

Summary: You realized that maybe Miguel isn't who you thought he was.

Word count:1k+

warnings: Sad reader, Sad Miguel:(

Tag list: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld  @munixumai  @deputy-videogamer  @blueberry-thrawn  @neteyamsluvts  @um-well @stinygirl009​  @marcswife21 @maladaptivedaydreamingbum​  @juleshadalittlelamb​  @taygrls​  @tanchosanke​  @chuckle-nuts​

A/n: Hello everyone and welcome to part two of “you?” I will most positively be making a part three coming very soon! Thank you all for reading! (I listened to the sour album while writing this series rough drafts)

Parts: One  Two^ Three Four

Credits to the creator^

That night you cried yourself to sleep.

Partially because Miguel completely shot you down and partially because you left your friends and suit forever.

You couldn't bear to bring back the suit or go back to HQ knowing what you knew.

You could never face Miguel or any spider again.

You wanted to so desperately let it all go and forget.

But above all else there was a city that needed you and you’d always be there for them no matter what heartbreak comes your way.

In this moment, you wished you were as heartless as miguel.

Back at HQ Miguel was looking through endless security footage on all possible earths miles could have been on.

Truth was he needed a second pair of eyes.

“Lyla.” he barked out.

“Yes, boss.” she responded, appearing on his shoulder.

“Call y/n.” he said, pausing the footage to rub his eyes.

He could take advantage of this time to apologize.

“No can do.” she replied being short with him. To be fully honest Lyla had also had enough of his shit.

“What? Lyla it wasn't a question go get me Y/n. Now.” he said, not having the energy to deal with her jokes.

“No. Miguel, you don’t-” she tried again but he cut her off.

“Fine.  I  ‘ll go get her my fucking self.” he said swinging towards the door.

“She's gone, Miguel. And it's all your fault.” Lyla said behind him.

He froze,“What?” finding your watch and your suit he stopped thinking.

“She quit. Not just the spider society, she quit being a spider entirely. Because of what you said.” Lyla finished.

“ I   didnt-  I   didnt mean it..” he said, clutching your suit in his hand.

“Well you said it anyway and it hurt her.” She responded, “And if  I   were her  I‘d probably never come back too, she deserved better Miguel. Why did you lie?” she asked confused as to why he denied himself the chance of love.

“ I   was angry  I   wasn’t thinking straight.  I  didn’t mean it.” he said barely above a whisper.

“Yeah well you sold it as far as keeping up an act goes.” she said, sighing.

Miguel could always fix his mistakes. This would be a first.

Sighing he stood straight and turned back to his desk.

Miguel had a decision to make, you or the fate of the multiverse.

It's like he said, there's no room for that kind of stuff for guys like him.

Once again he was right.

“Get Ben and Jess in here and have them start with earth 42.” he said, sounding more defeated than ever.

Still, he was clutching your suit as if you were still in it. Your scent lingering.

“Yes, boss.” was all Lyla could muster up at the moment.

Her artificial heart was breaking for the both of you. He was so close to telling you she could feel it.

It just wasn't his strongest moment.

Neither was this one as he took out his anger on the poor monitor that happened to be in his way.

Back at home you laid in bed trying to find the motivation to get back up but the truth was you didn't want to.

Everytime you tried to create a new suit you just heard Miguel's abusive words like it was the first time all over again.

And it just made you want to hide under the blankets forever.

Your spidey senses went off and then there came the portal.

You knew it wasn't Miguel, he could never.

“Hey webby? You alright in there?” you heard.

Peter.

Taking the covers off you came face to face with an exhausted Peter and a sleeping May Day.

“Heard what happened at HQ  just wanted to check in if that's okay.” he added wondering if he could take a step closer.

“ I   really screwed it up this time pete.” you said wiping the tears away for the millionth time.

God you felt pathetic.

“No way kid, that was all him. You know that right.” he said sitting next to you.

“ I   should’ve been there. But even if  I   was, I don't know if  I‘d be on his side. Miles is just a kid, We’ve all been there right?” you asked. Thinking this way makes you feel guilty.

You should stand behind Miguel at all times.

But now what did it matter you’d never step foot in HQ ever again anyways.

“You're allowed to think whatever you want. He can't take that from you.” Peter reassured me.

He was right.

“You think you’ll ever come back?” he asked, he almost entirely knew the answer but he still held out hope for you.

“ I   don't think so Pete,  I‘m sorry.” you said looking down in shame.

The reality was you could never face him again.

“Don’t be  I   wouldn't stand for that either  I  ‘m pretty sure a lot of us are done for too anyways but listen, you’re never going to be alone.” he said putting a hand on your shoulder.

“If you ever decide to come back not just as spider woman, but to the society, just know you have people in your corner.” he said, giving you a warm smile.

“Thanks pete.” you said as he stood opening a portal.

“Hey pete?” you called out.

Turning back to you he waited for you to continue.

“Don’t ever stop sending me Pictures of May Day. I need my daily serotonin boost.” you said with a soft smile earning yourself a chuckle in return.

“Never kid.” he said as he walked his way into the portal.

A soon as he was gone you went back under the covers and took a deep breath.

Peeking your head out from under the cover you looked at the picture you had framed on your wall.

It was of you receiving the key to the city.

Your city, the one you saved day and night.

Whenever it called for you.

You earned that key the same way you earned the title of spider-woman.

And you weren’t gonna let some words take that from you.

Wiping the fresh tears away you got out of bed putting Miguel's words in the back of your head and got to designing.

You were bigger than his words and you’d prove it.

In that moment you promised you’d make him regret ever  making you feel like you’re not good enough.

One day he’s gonna feel sorry for himself.

And one day you’ll be everything to somebody else.

And he’ll be the one who's crying.

Yeah, one day.

*If you’d like to be added to the tagslist just let me know I am more than happy to :)

[akookminsupporter]

JIMIN AND THE APATHY OF THE FANDOM TO SUPPORT HIM.

The constant apathy of the fandom in general to support Jimin's projects has made me question more than once if it's really his fandom too or if it's just a part - quite a big part I'm sure - of the fandom that is a fan of him. 

Here we are again. New year. New post. Same topic. ARMY's apathy to support Jimin. Different excuses, same result.

I haven't talked much about this topic on my blog these days because I'm honestly tired of the damn negativity and because I was dealing with more negativity in my normal life, but I want to say something about everything that happens whenever Jimin releases a song, no matter if it's solo or with someone else.

It's not the first time I've made a post like this and I don't think it will be the last either, but I'd like to be wrong.

The apathy, the disaffection this fandom, in general, feels about Jimin is disturbing. Jimin's achievements are good when they serve to show them off to an "enemy" fandom but when it comes time to support him, everyone has excuses.

It happened last year and it happened again this week.

The absurd fights between kpop fandoms have always seemed absurd to me, although some I can understand but for that to be an obstacle to support the one who is supposed to be your favourite artist seems stupid to me.

From what I could read over the weekend, and before the official release of 'VIBE', several people were saying that they didn't like the artist that Jimin decided to collaborate with. The reasons I don't fully understand and frankly, that's not the problem, the problem is that their problem with that artist and his fans outweighs the love and respect they supposedly have for Jimin and that's something my brain doesn't quite understand. To be honest, my brain has never entirely understood the reasons that many people use for not supporting Jimin's projects as they do with the projects of the other members.

I've always wondered why that happens, why that feeling of rejection almost, that many in this fandom feel for Jimin. I myself have said that it's envy, stupidity and fear and although I still believe it's all that, I think it's something else too. And someday I'd like to know what it is.

This week when many Jimin fanbase and fansites were asking to buy and stream the song 'VIBE' to take it to number one on the charts, many replied asking why, that they better do it for Jimin's solo album, that this honour should be won by him alone and not in collaboration with someone else, the answers are obviously stupid, but at the same time it's sad to read the excuses that many use only when it's about Jimin. That didn't happen with Jungkook, RM and Hobi's recent collaborations, none of them was for their solo albums, they were all for someone else's album and yet ARMY did the best they could, to support them.

The Korean press today basically confirmed that Jimin's album will be released next month. This may be the ultimate test by which many will measure this fandom and their support and respect for Jimin. Many used the excuse that they better save their efforts for Jimin's solo debut, well, let's hope they are true to their word, there will be no more excuses that will be valid, not that the others have any validity.

I've always said that Twitter is not the representation of the fandom, it's only a tiny part of it and while I still hold that opinion, I also understand that on Twitter are many of the most important accounts that organise everything from voting to chart tracking and even funding, so it's worrying and sad that those accounts and therefore their followers don't seem to put the same effort they do for other members when it comes to Jimin.

I am aware that this fandom is quite large and while there are many, probably thousands of "fans" who are apathetic to all things Jimin there are also millions who love him. Who supports him and is excited about whatever Jimin decides to show us on his album. I'm definitely one of them.

I was excited when the guys announced that they would be doing more solo projects, including albums. I can't wait for what they all show us, everything we've seen and heard so far has been great! And so, I can't wait to see and listen to what Jimin has to show. I know it will be unique, I know it will be great, and I know Jimin will once again prove why he is not only the IT Boy of Korea but also, the IT Boy of music.

[jmdbjk]

All or none.

PROOF of why we are here today

All kinds of opinions floating around out there, these might be but are not necessarily my views: 

…what if they follow this up before the end of the year with a full album of new songs or what if they release a slew of individual mixtapes?

2013:

What if their new chapter means they will be without Jin? What if the new chapter means there’s just six of them? what if the new chapter means we are going to begin a period of time of various members absent due to military enlistment? (I don’t think that idea is a real possibility). What if the new chapter means most all of the songs will be subunits and not all seven? (I like that idea.)

2014:

This is false: There is a lot of noise about a farewell tour and disbanding.  They wouldn’t keep repeating “I want to be with BTS/I want to marry BTS/I want to be together forever” that several of them have said repeatedly so I’m not worried about them disbanding. That will NOT happen. Just yesterday HYBE said this is just the beginning of BTS so they already have a vision of the future.

So all that was just a bunch of what if’s that people are talking about out there...

2015:

The thing we really are waiting for is to hear about military enlistment which ranges from none to four weeks to two years and who knows what in between. There will either be a global collective sigh of relief or a huge cry of anguish when we get the military news. We all need to gird our loins, that’s for sure.

2016:

Here are my honest thoughts...

I’m very excited about an anthology. It was not what I was expecting but does make sense…an anthology to reflect on how we got here. Now let’s take it to the next level, I like that. I hope we get more insight as to what was going on with them while they journeyed through the past nine years. I love that stuff. I hope we get remixes of previous songs...PTD remix of Fire, yes please. 

2017:

And it is sort of understandable that they would put this out first instead of a full album since the future is somewhat clouded because of the unknown military issue. And then when that issue has been resolved, they can plan accordingly and release an entire album of new music knowing the time they would have to fully support that new work. I do think they have different contingency plans in place if it goes either way, I think they are just waiting to get the final word and go forward with whichever plan. 

2018:

As far as an upcoming tour I would be thrilled if they performed individual stages. 

And maybe none of this will happen maybe the new chapter just means they will be writing and producing everything themselves. Or everything will be collabs. Probably not, but for sure some collabs...Snoop Dogg is in the house already, is that one of the three new songs?

2019:

Like Joon said, BTS is not just the seven of them anymore, there’s a lot of moving parts these days. BTS is a huge machine so I would think that they had a lot of discussion already on what could happen and what they should do because if they were to stop working for a period of time it would affect many people, many employees, a huge team, not just the seven of them and not just us fans so I am pretty sure there is a lot already planned and I would not be surprised if they already know what their obligation will be should they not be exempted.

2020:

I would also bet that the length of time that they would have to serve has been severely cut down due to the things that they’ve already accomplished. I don’t know that it would be as low as four weeks but it could be. Like everybody else I suppose we are just going to sit here and wait and see and then support them no matter what. 

2021:

P.S. I want Jimin’s Promise included on this album please.

2022:

I hope you enjoyed my retrospective of nine years of Jimin. Ok, it was ten in Korean age. 

[aereres]

Loving You Was Worth It - Mick Schumacher | Rock Band AU

Summary: Arts student Aleena didn’t think her life could be considered unique: her days, which consisted of studying and painting, were anything but interesting. Though, when Mick, frontman of the band Chordback, crosses her path in the best possible way, everything takes a turn.

A/N: Low-key loved editing this! Part two of my Rock Band AU, hope you enoy!

Word Count: 10,3k

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, light angst, mentions of fighting, overall fluff.

In his entire lifetime, Mick had probably been at the public library twice. He had always been a noisy kid - with a mouth he could never shut and the attention span of a goldfish, as his mother liked to say - so, truly, the library had never been his place.

He had never been too interested in books or in the quiet that made his ears ring, at least until that exact moment. Mick entered the library he had passed by too many times to even remember with nothing in his mind, a headache from the long flight interrupting any possible train of thoughts.

The building was as quiet as he remembered it to be but, as an adult, the silence was much more appreciated. The smell of old books filled his nostrils just as he noticed the old librarian sit at his desk, his eyes hidden behind a thick pair of glasses.

As he looked in front of himself and noticed the few people sitting at desks, heads buried in books, he started feeling nervous. For some reason, he was scared he might get judged, as if everyone behind the thick glass doors could tell he had never been at a library before.

He was an adult, though, and he had learned to ignore what people thought about him from the moment Chordback had taken off: some people inside a library weren’t going to bite. Right?

As he opened the doors and stepped inside the ancient building, its tall ceilings engulfed him in a comfortable embrace. The air was slightly cold, but he knew the goosebumps covering his arms weren’t caused by the chill. They were the results of his amazement.

For a moment, Mick asked himself just why he hadn’t explored the building before, but kept it to himself as he walked past the numerous tall bookcases. He didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, rather taking some time to actually think about the real reason he had stepped inside the library in the first place.

The band.

He needed to clear his mind, understand what was going wrong between him and his closest friends. The fights, the loud silence that had been filling their penthouse ever since the disagreements had started - everything was too much.

An album was in the making, a tour was going to follow up soon after and, as the frontman, all the stress was on his shoulders. He didn’t even know how he could deal with it, sometimes.

His body took a turn, stepping in the arts aisle as he stayed in his thoughts, not even noticing the body standing next to him.

There was a nightmare that had kept him up many times, and it was Charles leaving the band. As much as Mick hated the arguments that the guitarist often started, the thoughts of him leaving the band always left him scared.

What the hell would they do, without Charles?

“Greek art?”

The sound of a sweet voice snapped him out of his troubled thoughts, his eyes snapping towards a smaller woman standing right beside him.

“Oh- uh, no,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know why I’m here, to be honest,”

The girl giggled lightly, looking briefly at him before pointing towards a book too far away for her to reach. “Would you mind grabbing that one for me?”

He didn’t even think about it, letting his arm rise until his fingertips ghosted over the back of the large book, carefully slipping it away from its spot. There was a moment of silence as he handed the book to the woman, a smile on his lips.

“Thank you…”

“Mick,” he said, letting his eyes actually focus on her features. The girl was unconventionally pretty, and even though she seemed ready to leave him behind, he wanted one more second with her. “You- you’re welcome…”

“Aleena,”

She turned on her heels soon after mumbling out her name, her sweet smile still painting her lips as she headed back to her chair. Aleena, he repeated her name in his head. Aleena.

Even if the conversation had been short, Mick couldn’t keep himself from smiling giddily, something inside him making the cold exterior snap. As he left the aisle and let his eyes scan the main hall where all the tables were located, his brain felt empty again. His only thought was to see her one more time.

She had disappeared, though. In the mass of people that crowded the public library, her light eyes didn’t catch his, and neither did her chestnut ponytail. Left with nothing but just his internal thoughts, he left the building in hopes of seeing her again.

And he did.

He stepped back inside the library the day after, and there she was. Aleena was sitting at a desk on her own, eyes focused on the words in her book as she bit her lip, probably trying to concentrate.

Mick had stopped at a coffee shop just before entering the building, grabbing a cup of coffee for himself and the girl he hoped to get to know - or, at least, he hoped to see again.

The library wasn’t as crowded as it was the day prior, so it didn’t take long for him to recognize her. As he seemingly confidently strode towards her, his shoulders stiffened, nerves eating him up alive.

“Hey,” he whispered, sitting in front of her just as her light eyes lifted themselves from her page, a smile forming on her lips.

“Mick, hi,” she said, voice just as sweet as he remembered it to be. “What are you doing here?”

“Came by to keep you company. I also brought you a drink,” he admitted confidently, ignoring the way his cheeks started burning after his statement. “But I didn’t know what was your order, so I settled for tea,”

Her sweet laugh filled his ears, his heart skipping lightly as he pushed her cup in her direction. “I don’t drink coffee, so you did great,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her drink. “Thank you, Mick. I really needed it,”

“No problem,”

Silence settled between them as her eyes cast back to her book, so he took his time to get comfortable in his chair. He wasn’t planning on leaving the library until she did - or until she asked him to out of discomfort -, so he popped an earbud in and pressed play on his playlist.

Lost in his thoughts, he sipped on his lukewarm coffee and closed his eyes. He had important tasks to get done by the end of the day, but he couldn’t care less. He felt at peace inside the silence of the library, and sitting right in front of him was the girl that hadn’t left his mind. The world could wait a little more.

“Alright, really. Why are you here, Mick?” Aleena asked, a hint of confusion in her voice as she let herself look at him in the eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’re not a perv or anything, but I gotta ask you this for my own safety,”

Mick stilled for a moment, shoulders tensing as he tried to find a response to her question. “I, uh- I probably look like a fool, right now,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead as he looked at Aleena. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll leave-”

“No!”

Her response was loud enough to gain a few hushing words, the eyes of a few annoyed people making her clasp a hand to her mouth. “I was just wondering what your intentions were,”

“Oh, uh-” Mick mumbled, leg bouncing. “I guess I met you yesterday and thought we should have gotten to know each other? God, I’m making this so awkward,”

Aleena laughed, receiving another round of pissed off words directed her way as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re an interesting guy, Mick,” she admitted. “You sure you want to spend your time with a boring arts student, though?”

“One hundred percent,” he chuckled, relaxing his shoulders just when she smiled. “So, arts student?”

“Yup,” Aleena sighed, shrugging lightly. “Don’t know why I’m still doing this, to be honest,”

The confused glance Mick sent her way was enough to make her chuckle and shut her book, slipping it inside her tote bag. “Why don’t we go outside? The guy down there seems ready to kill us,”

Mick repressed a laugh, grabbing both their cups as he lifted himself up from the chair, waiting for his new acquaintance to be ready to leave. He watched Aleena sling her bag over her shoulder, lightly sweeping the table with her hand to leave it clean for whoever was going to use it later.

As she reached his side, they walked past the half-empty library in silence, reaching the exit before Mick even knew it. She waved the librarian goodbye, opening the door and letting the warm late-summer air hit her skin.

“So, you don’t like what you’re doing?” Mick asked, trying to figure out what she had meant just earlier as they walked down the road.

“I mean, I don’t hate it. It’s just not what I want to do,” she confessed.

“What’s your dream, then?”

“Becoming a surgeon,” Aleena said, laughing slightly. “So far away from art, right?”

Mick laughed, stuffing his hands inside his pockets as silence formed between the two of them. Aleena was silently leading the way - probably towards her apartment - and it led Mick to think just how little of London he actually knew.

Aleena knew her way around the city, while he could barely even reach the band’s favorite café without using his GPS.

“Uh, are you a student?” She asked, voice small as she looked up at him.

“No- no I’m not,” Mick chuckled, biting his lip gingerly before letting his eyes meet hers again. “I’m the frontman of a band,”

There was a second of shock passing through her eyes, but she smiled. “That’s cool,” she mumbled. “You play the guitar or something?”

“Bass, but I’m also the lead,”

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking ahead of herself as Mick tried to calm himself down. In some way, he hoped she didn’t know who he was - he knew just how messy things could become if she knew about his public image. “This is me,”

He realized they had come to a halt just when he saw an apartment complex. Aleena was standing by the few steps that led to the entrance, a smile on her lips. “Thank you for keeping me company,”

“Thank you for not thinking I was a weirdo,” Mick chuckled. “I’m not, by the way,”

“I figured,” Aleena giggled. Her hands wandered inside her tote, grabbing what he could only guess was a pen before gently touching his arm, bringing it close to her. The pen tickled his skin as she scribbled digits on it, letting her eyes meet his just when ten numbers had been marked on his forearm. “We should hang out again,”

“We should,” Mick chuckled, loving the way her cheeks turned a peachy color. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“Count on it,”

-----

Aleena, as much as she tried, couldn’t keep the bright smile off her lips. It didn’t matter what she was doing: whether she was making her lunch, studying her ass off, or starting off a sketch, her mouth was curled up in a smile.

The cause of it most certainly wasn’t Greek art, and even Eve - her flatmate - could tell. It was all because of Mick’s text. One stupid, small text that could mean so many things.

Friday, 7 p.m. I’ll pick you up.

Theoretically, a text wasn’t supposed to make her feel giddy - at least not at the age of twenty-two -, but the mysterious lead of a still unnamed band had already found a spot in her heart, even if they had met just twice.

She couldn’t even blame it on the smallest things like his smile, or his gray orbs. From the small pieces of character she had picked up on, Mick seemed like a good guy. He wasn’t invasive, and he sure did seem consistent.

“Okay, spill the tea, now,” Eve spat out from the couch, where she was crocheting another winter hat, the one she had been making for her still unborn nephew. “I’m fucking tired of your smitten smiles,”

“I met a guy,” Aleena admitted, her sing-song voice making her best friend scoff.

“God, it was fucking time,” the blonde mumbled. “Do I know him?”

“Well, I don’t know,”

“What’s his name?”

“Mick,”

Eve hummed, eyes still focused on the tiny hat still forming in her hands. “Where did you meet?”

“Library,”

“So, he goes to college too?”

“Nope,” Aleena said, another smile forming on her lips as she said her next few words proudly. “He plays in a band,”

Eve’s reaction was enough to make the blonde giggle, her best friend’s eyes bulging out of her skull. “A band?”

“A band,” Aleena repeated. “And we’re meeting up on Friday,”

“Damn, sister,” Eve whistled. “You won in life,”

The brunette giggled, shaking her head as she let her eyes stay on the painting she had been working on for days. The canvas was slowly starting to become colorful, but she was not done just yet. It was missing something.

As Aleena kept painting, though, she couldn’t keep Mick out of her mind, especially all the questions that had come along with his text. What were they going to do? Was it a date?

Aleena didn’t exactly know, but she was more than excited for Friday to come. As long as she was happy - she thought -, it didn’t matter that people pointed out her overly-excited smile.

Friday was just a few days away, and she couldn’t wait.

-

“Well, hi there,”

Mick chuckled as he stepped closer to where Aleena was standing, right at the top of the stairs that led to her building. The setting sun was shining over his face, giving his features a glowy look. “Hey,”

There was something in his smile she couldn’t quite place and, as he let his hand graze hers, she felt at ease in his hold. “Where are you bringing me tonight, mister?”

“That’s a surprise,” Mick said, helping her step down the stairs until she was at her normal height, ready for the short trek. “You just gotta wait and see,”

“Alright, Romeo,” Aleena giggled, starting to follow him when he let his hand grip hers gently, tugging her along. The walk - as cheesy as it sounded - was filled with small talk and looks that shouldn’t be reserved to strangers, but Aleena didn’t care.

She knew that what she was doing wasn’t safe: going out with a stranger - as much as it had been normalized by dating apps - wasn’t what she had been taught to do. But she didn’t care if she sounded stupid when she said that Mick was different, that she felt safe and happy when she was with him.

Her mind went elsewhere as they walked, but she was pushed back to her thoughts when the man by her side stopped in his tracks. “We’re here,”

In front of their eyes was the most beautiful park Aleena had ever seen: the trees were starting to tint a light shade of orange - almost ready for fall -, and the fountain in its middle was adorned by the statue of a beautiful woman.

Aleena’s eyes lit up as she looked at Mick in disbelief, wondering to herself just why she had never known about the existence of the park. “This is beautiful, Mick,”

“I thought you would have liked it here,” the frontman admitted, longingly watching her frame step closer to the statue to observe it. “This was the first place I found when I moved here. It’s kind of my secret spot,”

He had brought her to his secret spot?

“Wanna sit down?” Mick asked, voice tender as his hand placed itself on her smaller back. “I’ve got something in my car for us,”

“Sure,”

Mick disappeared, leaving her to sit on a bench and admire the statue in front of her, just how beautifully it had been made. He was back before she knew it, holding a picnic basket in his large hands, a blanket thrown over his shoulder.

“Mick-” Aleena smiled, shaking her head in disbelief as he walked towards their spot. “You didn’t have to,”

“Shut up and let me treat you to a picnic date,” he joked, placing the blanket on the mowed grass, taking her hand and helping her sit down.

“Oh, so this is a date?”

“One hundred percent,”

“Romantic,” Aleena giggled, peeking inside the basket to see a few sandwiches and fruit. “To think we just met a few days ago,”

Mick laughed, sitting beside her just to look at her in the eyes, a smile forming on his lips. Aleena felt happy as they enjoyed a night of talking, a night of getting to know each other, starting by the smallest things.

By the time the sun went down, the two of them found themselves lying on the blanket, gazing at the stars to not let the night end just yet.

“This was probably the best date of my life,” Aleena mumbled, letting a hand run through her hair. “Nothing too posh or flashy,”

There was a moment of silence as the two of them let the darkness engulf them, their hands slowly intertwining as they looked at the sky. Aleena’s heart was beating out of her chest, feelings she had never felt before making her skin tingle.

“Aleena?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t wanna fuck this up for you,” Mick mumbled. “Whatever you want this to be,”

“You won’t, Mick,”

“Trust me, eventually I’ll make things bad, that’s what I do,” the lead said, turning around to face her. “I just thought you should know, just so you could decide if it’s worth it or not,”

The look of disbelief painting Aleena’s features was enough to make him shrug. “I know we’ve met just a week ago, but I want this. It’s gonna be worth it, Mick, I know it,”

They spent a little more time stargazing as they stayed in complete silence, both in their thoughts about the conversation that had seemed to put the light-hearted laughter to an end. Aleena understood why Mick had said that, why he had given her a chance to leave just before they could both get in too deep; but she knew that whatever they would have was going to be worth it: worth the wait, worth the pain.

She wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Mick walked her back home, taking longer than he had expected to say goodbye. He kissed her forehead, that night, and as she walked back inside her house, she realized that nothing in the world was going to stop her.

It was going to be worth it.

-----

He felt weird. It was official: Mick felt weird.

He wasn’t feeling sick, he wasn’t tired, he wasn’t in need of a break. He didn’t know what he was feeling. And he for sure didn’t know why he was writing a song.

It wasn’t like he had taken a break from that, he just hadn’t written a song on his own for ages. He was sitting on his bed - just like when he was a teenager -, writing ballad-worthy lyrics about a girl he barely even knew.

If that wasn’t already weird enough, the fact that the girl wasn’t even trying to leave his mind was making him frustrated more than he had ever been.

That girl was Aleena, and he wasn’t believing himself when he put down the lyrics that had been in his head ever since their first date, almost a month prior. Who the hell had he become?

Surely, during his first two years as a celebrity, he had taken advantage of his fame to lure groupies to his bed. Though he had matured and eventually slowed down with the daily hookups, a relationship had never been in his mind. Never.

Yet, when Aleena came along, every past choice he had made became seemingly senseless.

He held onto his guitar with everything he had as a form of support, something he needed at that exact moment. The world seemed unclear to his eyes, and he needed support.

Was he falling in love, all of a sudden?

He shrugged off the thought when his phone rang beside him, giving sound to the quite silent room. Mick’s heartbeat - as cheesy as it sounded - picked up when he noticed the name on the screen, the person who had called. He took a second to push the guitar off his lap, putting his pick between his lips before taking the call.

As he pressed the phone to his ear, the first sound he heard was the familiar giggle of the girl. The girl that couldn’t leave his mind, the girl the song was about, the girl he was slowly starting to love. He admitted it.

“Hey, rock star,” Aleena giggled, clearing her throat before yelling something at her roommate. “Just called to see what you were doing,”

“Are you finished studying?” Mick asked, grabbing the pick from his lips. A speck of hope was evident in his tone as he hoped to spend some time with the girl - even if through the phone.

“Nah,” Aleena sighed. “Just taking a five minutes break,”

“Such a shame,” Mick chuckled, leaning against his bed frame as he toyed with the edge of his shirt. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

“Uh- just normal, I guess. Had classes this morning, went for a walk...” she mumbled, letting a moment of silence fill the line before she opened her mouth to talk again. “I, uh- I was wondering if you were free next Thursday? There’s this painting class at this café downtown that seemed kind of fun, so I thought- you know-”

Mick smiled for a brief second, biting on his lip to contain the feeling of fondness as her words replayed in his mind. “Next Thursday?”

“Yeah,”

Fuck. The band was leaving for New York on Monday. He wasn’t going to be back by the end of the month, so there was no way he’d make it home by Thursday.

“Mick?”

“I’m leaving for New York on Monday,” was all he said, heart clenching when the line filled with silence. “Fuck, I wish I could stay here with you,”

“It’s- it’s fine, Mick,” Aleena said from her side, a small sigh leaving her lips. She chuckled lightly. “I’ll just ask Eve to join me,”

“I’m sure she’s a better painter than me,” Mick said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Aleena giggled. “What are you doing, rock star?”

Mick chuckled, shrugging even if she couldn’t see him. “Writing a song,” about you. He kept the end of the sentence to himself, smiling when he heard her giggle.

“I can’t believe I’m going out with a singer,” Aleena mumbled. “You better tell me the name of the band, someday,”

Mick froze, eyebrows scrunching when he remembered the band had never come up between the two of them. “Chordback,”

“What?”

“Our band- we’re called Chordback,”

Sudden nerves had his heart beating quickly. He knew she wasn’t one that was in it for the fame - it had been evident from the start, when she didn’t recognize him for his public image -, but he had learned to never give too much trust to strangers the hard way, when he had first joined the industry.

Aleena only hummed, though, shuffling around slightly before her melodic voice filled his ear again. “I’ll go check you out later,”

Mick had to refrain himself from pushing out a sigh of relief, but another wave of anxiousness filled his body with jitters. She was going to listen to their music.

What if it wasn’t good enough?

“I have to go, now,” Aleena chuckled, interrupting his train of thoughts. “Break just ended,”

“Yeah, I gotta get back to writing too,” the lead mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Talk to you later?”

“Talk to you later,” she repeated, mumbling a quick ‘bye’ before ending the call. Returning the phone to its initial spot, Mick noticed just how silent his room was. He sat in the quiet, looking at the wall in front of himself before grabbing his guitar and strumming a few notes.

He couldn’t scrub from his head the saddened response Aleena had given after he had rejected her date idea - if it even was going to be a date. That was what he had meant while stargazing: eventually, things were going to end because of him, because of his job.

His life was repressed inside a suitcase, the sheets on his bed were often covered by a layer of dust, his pillow not even familiar after coming home from a trip. He didn’t have a home, he didn’t have time, he didn’t have anything to give.

That was the first time his job held him back from spending time with Aleena, but what if it wasn’t going to be the last? What if they fell apart because of his busy life?

He wouldn’t let himself live another day in happiness, if he broke her heart.

“Mick, we’re ordering pizza!” Lando yelled from the living room, snapping the lead out of his thoughts.

“Coming!”

-----

“So, he stood you up,” Eve mumbled as she sipped her wine, taking a look at the vase of flowers that Aleena was painting, the one sitting right in the middle of the room. The painting class had started an hour prior, but Aleena’s best friend still hadn’t begun her own sketch, too busy being nosey.

“He didn’t stand me up,” the brunette sighed, rolling her eyes while wetting her brush. “He needed to go work in New York,”

“New York? Wow,” Eve muttered under her breath. “So, he’s a busy one?”

Aleena held back for a minute as she stared at her canvas, her mind going elsewhere. After the call, she had been more than curious to find out just who Mick was to the public eye - and after lightly searching on Spotify, she had found Chordback in what felt like a second.

She had popped her earbuds in, pressed play on their last album, and put her phone face down on her mattress. Her heart had begun beating quickly when she first heard Mick’s voice, only to find herself getting lost in the melody after a few seconds.

In a moment of trance, she had grabbed her phone and checked their profile out. The large number of monthly listeners had left her in a moment of shock, her eyebrows furrowing as she checked the description of the band. Soon after that came their social medias, and the follower count there hadn’t been small either.

That night, she had struggled to fall asleep.

Was she supposed to tell Eve, though? That had been a question she hadn’t been able to stop asking herself, and the right moment to tell her had just come.

“Yeah, uh- his band is- pretty big, I guess?” Aleena whispered, biting her lip as she let her eyes focus on the object to paint, trying to avoid eye contact with her best friend.

“How big? Can’t be Green Day big,” Eve mumbled loudly, receiving a few death glares from two women down the line.

The silence that Aleena didn’t fill with her words was enough to make Eve’s eyes widen. “Are you- is he part of Green Day and I didn’t know?”

“No, no! His band is just bigger than I had expected,”

“At least tell me the name, you idiot,” Eve mumbled, grabbing her paintbrush just then. “I wanna know who you have to deal with,”

“Chordback,”

Eve stopped the brush mid-air, her head snapping around to face her best friend with a shocked look. “Chordback? As in, one of the biggest bands right now?!”

Her words were partially screamed, making Aleena cringe. “Don’t fucking yell, for the love of God!” The brunette hissed. “We’re in the middle of a class,”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eve whispered, chugging her wine before speaking again. “But you’re literally going out with a fucking rock star,”

Aleena’s cheeks blushed a dark shade of red, her hands trembling as she pushed the brush towards the canvas. Her head - as empty as it should have been in such a relaxing situation - was filled with thoughts she couldn’t help but have.

She was, in fact, going out with a rock star. She was going out with a man followed by millions, with a bank account that could pay off the student’s debts of all her friends, and yet he seemed like the most normal person in the world.

That man was who Aleena was slowly starting to fall for: the one that wasn’t flexing his wealth, the one that didn’t let his fame change the way he was. Yet, she couldn’t help but ask herself if he thought she was in it for the money, for the fame. It was like a nightmare, keeping her up.

She spent the rest of the evening in silence, finishing her painting before everybody else in the class. She and Eve drove back home, and Aleena was back in her room as soon as she could.

The conversation with her best friend had gotten stuck in her head, and there was nothing she could do to just enjoy a good night of sleep - something she hadn’t been able to do ever since Mick had left for New York back on Monday.

A thing the two of them had established during the few months of knowing each other was calling right before going to sleep. Aleena found listening to his voice before closing her eyes comforting, and she had learned to despise the time differences that separated them.

The long and busy day made its way inside Aleena’s system, though, and by eleven, she was fast asleep. She was sweaty, her dream puzzling as she tossed and turned for what felt like hours. The loud sound of her ringtone scared her awake, her body automatically sitting up and leaning against the bed frame as she frantically searched for the ringing device.

The name on the screen made the rough awakening worth it as a smile plastered on her face, finger swiping right to answer.

“Mick!” Aleena exclaimed, clearing her throat. “I missed you,”

There was a moment of silence before she heard him speak, his voice taking a different tone. “Hey, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” Aleena said, voice low as she hoped not to wake Eve up. “I went to the painting class and did a pretty good job. Eve was-”

A groan from Mick’s side interrupted her conversation, her heart stopping for a second as she stuttered. “Are you okay, Mick?”

“I don’t know,” the man sighed, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“What happened, M? Please, talk to me,”

“There was a fight-”

“A fight?” Aleena asked, suddenly out of breath as she stood up, pushing the heavy covers off her body. “Are you hurt?”

“Just a black eye,” Mick mumbled, adding the rest just after taking a deep breath. “And a broken lip,”

“Oh my God,”

“We- we’re not doing good, Aleena,” Mick stuttered, silence coming from his side again. “We have songs ready, but there’s no feeling between us anymore,”

Aleena didn’t take long to realize he was talking about the band, her eyes shutting in what she could only call disappointment as she let a hand run through her hair. “Talk to me about it,”

She sat back down on her bed, waiting for Mick to start talking with everything inside her. Her patience had never been that thick, but when it came to the lead, everything about her seemed to change.

“Charles, our guitarist, he- he doesn’t like the last song I wrote,” Mick admitted. “We went to a club earlier, and I tried to convince him to record his part of the song. I guess that didn’t work out,”

“You didn’t start the fight, did you?” Aleena asked, biting on her nails anxiously as she waited for Mick’s answer.

“No, that was Lando. He took my side when he heard Charles talking shit about my song,”

Douchebag, she thought, breathing harshly through her nose for a second. “This is all my fault,” Mick muttered in her ear, making Aleena grit her teeth.

“No, it’s not,”

“Aleena, I’m the frontman and I can’t even keep my best friends from hating each other and what we do,” the man hissed. “How is this not my fault?”

“Being in a band isn’t a one-man-show, Mick,” Aleena stated, her nostrils flaring as she tried not to get mad at the stupidities coming out of the lead’s mouth. “If the band goes down, it’s not just your fault. If Charles doesn’t like what you compose, it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t put all the blame on yourself if the band is formed by three of you,”

There was a beat of silence after Aleena stopped talking, Mick taking her words in before blowing out a sigh. “I wish you were here, sweetheart,”

His words had the girl bite her lip, her heart clenching and threatening to let all the love spill out of her. “I’d come there in an instant,” she mumbled truthfully, letting her body slide down until her head hit her pillow. “Did you clean up your wounds?”

“Yeah,”

“Good,” Aleena mumbled, a yawn rushing past her lips as she kept her phone pressed to her ear. “Go to sleep, Mick. You have an important day tomorrow,”

The man let out a chuckle, the sound making Aleena’s heart clench again. “It’s just a studio session,”

“Still important,” she muttered with a smile. “Mick?”

“Hm?”

“You’ll figure this out,” she whispered, referring to the problems dividing the band. “I know you will,”

-----

If he had to be honest, Mick was quite surprised at how quickly his song came together. ‘As Long As I’m With You’ - or Aleena’s song, as he liked to call it - had been crafted in less than a month, featured the softest melody he had ever written, and was accompanied by tender words he wished he could say to her in real life, not through a song.

That’s how it had been for his entire life: so many feelings lightening his body on fire, the words he needed to speak not being able to come out of his mouth unless they were deeply hidden behind a melody.

As lovely as a fan, or an outsider of the music industry could think that was, Mick thought it was stupid, embarrassing. He couldn’t talk about his own feelings, for the love of God.

But, to let everything get back in a positive light, the band was back. Charles had agreed to record his part in Aleena’s song, the album was almost done, and all three members of Chordback were having breakfast together peacefully.

As much as Mick wanted to enjoy the moment, though, his heart was beating out of his chest. He had woken up on the last day of the band’s stay in New York with jitters, hands trembling as his mind impatiently ordered him around.

He had fought his inner self for more than thirty minutes, asking himself if he could wait just one more day and keep things as planned, but he had found himself losing his own fight. Instead of waiting to get back home, he had opened his laptop and sent the demo of Aleena’s song to his phone.

By the time the recording was in his personal device, though, the jitters had left his body. They had been replaced with a thick layer of nerves, nerves he had carried along to his bathroom to get ready and, eventually, to breakfast.

Sitting in front of the table, he hoped his bandmates couldn’t tell he was feeling more nervous than he had ever felt, wondering if sending the demo to the woman it was about - the woman he was starting to love - was the right thing to do.

Lando was talking, his laughter playing as background noise, as Mick’s mind came to a conclusion: he was going to send the demo in. He let his insecurities subside as his fingers did their job, sending Aleena the most heartfelt piece he had ever written.

He left a small text, hoping Aleena wouldn’t freak out over the craziness of the entire situation. He had written her a song, an entire song.

Meanwhile, back in London, Aleena was more than awake. She was out of bed, making lunch with a smile as she went over the events of the day: some classes, a break, and by the night, Mick would be back home.

It was one in the afternoon, but she couldn’t care less. All she could do was look forward to seeing the guy who had - quite quickly - found a spot inside her heart.

Her phone chimed on the kitchen island, giving sound to the room and making her head snap towards the device, a smile forming on her lips when she saw who had just sent her a text.

Mick: *1 Attachment* For you.

As she unlocked her phone, she was quick to notice the attachment was an audio recording, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to guess what it could be. She didn’t even bother with a pair of earbuds, pressing on the play button just to let her ears be filled with a soft melody, Mick’s voice coming soon after to bless her day.

She was about to grab her phone and ask him what he was on about, but that was when the words started to click inside her head. Aleena listened, a layer of tears blurring her vision as she dropped her device in its previous place.

He wrote her a song. It was a song about her.

It talked about the encounter at the library, stargazing after their date, the light inside her eyes that he was able to find. He sang about how she supported him, and about how he wouldn’t know how he would function if he didn’t have her.

He was serenading her in the most romantic way she could think of, and by the time the room fell back silent, she was left in a state of disbelief. He had written her a song.

There was no hesitation as she sent him a text back, pure disbelief making her hands shake. Oh my God, Mick, was all she wrote, a hand clasping over her mouth as she tried to wrap her head around what had happened.

Mick: You like it?

Aleena: I love it.

As she wrote her text, though, she couldn’t help but let her mind think. Was he admitting his feelings to her? What the hell was he on about?

She smoothed a hand through her hair as she took a moment to think, to make things clear. Was she ready to have that talk? Was she ready to be with him?

Oh, for the love of God.

Her fingers moved on their own as they pressed play on the song again, her ears tuning in with the melody as she closed her eyes. When the demo came to its end again, her mind was clear.

She knew what she wanted.

-

“Mick!”

The name was yelled as soon as Aleena’s door was opened, the lead entering with a small smile on his lips. He was able to catch the woman in his arms before she could fall, a chuckle leaving his lips as he wrapped her in a hug.

“I fucking missed you,” Mick whispered as he inhaled her sweet scent after a month, suddenly feeling calmer in her arms. “So much,”

“How- how was New York?” Aleena stuttered over her own words, parting ways as she smiled, a hint of nervousness painting her features.

“Stressing, as always,”

The woman hummed, awkwardly waving towards the couch to signal him to take a seat, her body moving to the kitchen. Mick caught onto her weird act as soon as she came back with two mugs of tea, letting them sit on her coffee table as she sat next to him. “How’s the band, though?”

“We’re- we’re doing better,” the lead admitted, a smile plastering on his face as he thought about earlier that morning. “Charles apologized, and Lando is having girl problems. We’re doing okay,”

The sentence regarding Lando made Aleena laugh, a sudden wave of curiosity hitting her body full swing. “Lando seems like a cool guy,”

“He is,” Mick chuckled too. There was a beat of silence as he played with the pad of his thumb, looking at his lap as he blurted out his next words. “I want you to meet them, at some point,”

Another beat of silence filled the room as Aleena sat in shock. “Mick-” she sighed, exasperation evident in her tone after his sentence. “What- what the hell are we? The date, all our memories, the song-”

“I, uh- I like you, Aleena,” Mick admitted, eyes closing shut as he internally cursed himself out for not speaking his mind truthfully. He was in love with her, what was stopping him from saying that? “More than a friend should. And I know this happened quickly, that maybe it’s too rushed, but I’m willing to wait for you until you’re ready,”

Aleena’s eyes were glossy as his warm hand found her icy one, their orbs meeting. “If you don’t want this to happen, then I’ll back off,”

“No! No, I don’t want this to end, Mick,” she stated, sniffling softly as she squeezed his palm. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before,”

Her words sent Mick’s heart in a spiral as he smiled, letting his hand cup the soft skin of her cheek. “Same, sweetheart. Same,”

“The song-” Aleena mumbled, looking at her lap as she nervously played with her fingers. “The song is beautiful, Mick. Nobody has ever done something like that for me before,”

“You deserve so much more than that,” the man admitted, letting his lips press against her forehead. “So much more,” another kiss on the tip of her nose. “And I promise you I’ll try to make it worth it,”

As he said his last words, he was face to face with Aleena again, nose ghosting over hers. There was a moment of silence as he admired the woman before his eyes, his heart clenching as the unstoppable need to kiss her lips made him tremble.

“Just kiss me already,” Aleena whispered, smiling before he could lean in closer. Her lips felt soft, his head spinning as he kissed her with everything he had in himself. The warmness in his chest didn’t fade as he grabbed her waist, pushing her on his lap as he let the two of them make themselves comfortable on the couch.

Aleena was the first one to pull away, her forehead leaning against his as she breathed heavily. “It will be worth it,”

“What?”

“Our relationship, it will be worth it,” Aleena reformulated her words, her palms resting against Mick’s chest. “I’m sure about that,”

“Relationship, eh?” The lead smirked cockily. “We already this deep?”

“Well,” Aleena giggled, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’m all in,”

Mick smiled tenderly at her words, leaning in to press another soft kiss on her plush lips, trying to keep his own emotions at bay.

“Then I’m all in too, baby,”

-----

“Oh my God,”

The sound of a bag dropping on the floor snapped Aleena and Mick out of their trance, their tired eyes moving from the TV to whoever was at the door. Eve, on the other hand, was staring wide-eyed at the couple on the couch. “What the-”

“Hey, Eve,” Aleena yawned, resting her head against Mick’s chest. “Mick, this is my best friend, Eve,”

“I’d shake your hand, but your best friend is all over me,” Mick chuckled, his girlfriend’s scoff making Eve giggle. His eyes fell on the digits on the screen of his phone, his eyelids closing as he let out a loud sigh when he realized it was well past midnight.

“Babe, it’s time for me to go,” he mumbled, his hand slowly caressing Aleena’s back as she let out a grumble.

“No, stay here five more minutes,” Aleena whispered. “I don’t want you to go,”

“You’re joining me in less than two days,” he said, tenderly kissing the top of her head before standing up. “And I’ll call whenever I can,”

“Wait, joining him where?”

The question was asked by Eve, who had retreated to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee - her all-nighter clearly not quite finished even at that hour of the night.

“New York,” Aleena said matter-of-factly, turning around to face her. “I’m staying there for a couple of days,”

“Oh,” Eve breathed out, eyebrows up to her hairline as she stirred her beverage. “Uh- well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mick,”

“The pleasure was mine,” the lead smiled gingerly, his hand falling in Aleena’s as they stepped outside to say their last goodbyes. The woman wrapped her arms around him just as her door closed behind them, a sigh leaving her lips.

“I’m gonna miss you,”

“It’s just two days, we can do it,” Mick whispered, cupping her cheek to press a kiss to her lips before they could part ways, a sad smile painting his features.

Aleena just nodded, letting her body lean into his one more time before letting him go, his tired eyes engraving themselves inside her head. When she went back inside, the wave of words coming from Eve stopped her on the threshold of the living room.

“Oh. My. God,” she almost squealed. “I just met Mick-fucking-Schumacher. What the fuck-”

Aleena laughed breathily as she stepped closer to where her best friend was standing, a hand running through her blonde hair. “Too bad he had to leave so soon, eh?”

“I didn’t even have time to tell him I enjoyed his music!” Eve scoffed, rolling her eyes before letting her mug reach her mouth. Her free hand grabbed her French Literature book from her tote bag, pushing it on the living room table before she could look back up at Aleena. “You’re leaving, then?”

“Yup,”

“Fuck, you’re going to New York, girl,” Eve chuckled in disbelief, a hand stopping on her forehead. “With the lead singer of one of the most famous rock bands of the moment,”

Aleena shook her head, giggling as she started heading towards her bedroom. “Please, don’t brag about it on the internet. We’re still private. Don’t want his manager to have a heart attack,”

“My mouth is shut,” Eve yelled from her spot. “Can you tell Charles I love his vibe, though? That’s, like, my death wish,”

Aleena only laughed, pushing her door closed just to lie on her bed. As she looked up at the ceiling, she couldn’t help her excitement. The cocktail of emotions she was feeling was enough to keep her awake just a while longer, her head already being in New York.

The two days of classes went past quickly: they were a blur to her eyes as she focused on the future, rather than the present. She could also barely remember the seven-hour-long flight, filled with excited jitters and nail-biting as she waited to see the love of her life again.

The words she had used to refer to Mick came as a shock to her. Love of her life. They had been dating for less than a month, and she couldn’t help herself from calling him that.

If there was one thing Aleena had realized, it was the fact that their relationship had never been normal. Everything had moved quickly: from the way they had gone on their first date a few days after meeting, to the way she was already thinking of Mick as the love of her life.

Though, as she sat in her seat, she knew those words weren’t just thrown around. She was in love with him, and she was frustrated she didn’t have the guts to tell him.

Maybe New York was going to give her the courage she was missing. At least, she was hoping it could.

-

Aleena didn’t feel too good. The nervousness making her hands shake was enough to keep her from having fun with the most important people in Mick’s life: his bandmates. She felt out of place as she sipped on her latte - a substance that certainly wasn’t going to help with her nerves -, glancing at the people surrounding her every once in a while just to meet their eyes and smile, awkwardly.

As the outsider, she listened to their conversations in silence and hoped they didn’t think of her as a weird stranger, her hand intertwined with Mick’s hiding under the table.

“So, new album and tour this year, boys,” Charles said, his voice pushing Aleena out of her thoughts. “Missed that shit,”

“Then tour is in a couple of months,” Deborah - the band’s personal assistant - said, the sentence making sense in Aleena’s head only after processing it for a minute. “Are you coming along, Aleena?”

The woman in question froze, her brain detaching her from the outside world as she thought. Chordback was going on tour. They were going on tour, and she didn’t know. She looked up at Mick, finding a hint of shame in his eyes as he bit the insides of his cheek.

“I, uh- we haven’t really talked about it, yet,” was all Aleena mumbled, still not believing that something like that was happening to her. Why on earth had Mick never talked about it?

Her palm slowly drifted away from his touch, eyes focusing on the streets right outside the café as she started thinking. She felt hurt in some way. She had to find out through Mick’s own personal assistant that he was going on tour, then act as if she knew all along. How humiliating was that?

“Aleena, Mick told me you’re a student. What do you study?” Deborah asked, a kind smile on her lips as she watched the woman in front of her shrug out of her trance. She needed a pickup, and she was thanking the universe for Debby’s presence.

She found herself speaking with the other woman for what felt like ages, eventually sharing a laugh with one of the guys. The band’s agenda was quite busy, though, so when it became time to part ways, Aleena grew back to her cold, distanced self.

She needed time to think.

Mick leaned down briefly to kiss her forehead, his palms cupping her cheeks to admire her. Aleena fought against his touch, maintaining the distance between them as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I’ll see you later,”

“Aleena-”

“Just go, Mick. You’ve got places to be,” Aleena whispered, pointing towards the band and Deborah, who were waiting for him by their car. Mick looked at her with regret before joining his bandmates, sending one last glance her way before he could enter the vehicle.

She had taken the day to visit New York, made herself plans, found shops to visit, and even thought about visiting MoMA. She had no time on her schedule left for sulking. But, sitting on a nearby bench, that’s all she could do.

Mick had kept the tour a secret from her. A world tour. A tour that was going to last weeks, months, even. If he had been able to keep his mouth shut about that, she honestly didn’t even know if he had kept other things a secret from her, throughout their relationship.

The ability of trusting the man she was in love with had suddenly left her body, along with the courage she had found on the plane to reveal her feelings to him.

All she was left with was a clenching heart and a racing brain, her emotions all over the place. So - by the time the sun started to set -, she made her way back to the hotel, hoping to spend the night on her own and put all her worries aside for a moment.

She ordered room service, let herself enjoy a night of self-care, and watched enough TV to make her younger-self envious. As much as she hated herself for it, though, her brain couldn’t stop thinking about Mick.

She couldn’t understand why he had left her unaware of his plans, and all she wanted were answers. Childishly, she made herself look presentable in case he’d stop by - but realized just how dumb she looked when the clock hit midnight, and he still had been nowhere to be seen.

So, Aleena gave up. She let herself get comfortable under the covers and let her eyes close, the comfortable pillows supporting her head helping her relax. She wasn’t able to dream - her mind still busy even in her sleep - so it didn’t take her long to wake up when the sudden knocks interrupted her quiet.

Aleena struggled to get out of bed, but eventually opened the door to find Mick, hair tousled on the top of his head.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said, hands awkwardly resting by his sides as he looked at her, her eyes still sleepy. “For everything,”

Aleena opened the door wider, inviting him inside with a sigh. “A fucking world tour, Mick?! What the hell?!”

Mick shut his eyes as he blew out a sigh, regret turning the corners of his mouth downwards. “I can explain-”

“Oh, you better,” Aleena hissed. “Because there has to be a reason for you to keep this damn tour away from me,”

The man in front of her let a beat of silence fill the room, his palms rubbing his face gingerly before he spoke. “I was gonna tell you, eventually,” he started, taking a seat on the edge of her unmade bed. “I just- I was thinking of making it special, you know?”

“No, I don’t know,” Aleena sighed, her arms folding over her chest as her teeth clenched, a wave of anger she didn’t know she was holding inside herself slowly making its way out. “Why would you even want to make it special? This whole deal is about you leaving for months. No breaks, no rest, no-”

“I wanted to ask you to come with me!” He admitted, voice rising slightly as he explained the true reason Aleena was left in the dark. “That’s why I wanted to make it special,”

The room filled with silence as the woman took his words in, her features slowly relaxing as her heart started hammering against her chest. “You what?”

“I want you to come on tour with me,”

Another beat of silence.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Mick,” Aleena said. “You could have just asked normally, I would have said yes anyway,”

The lead laughed, the sound being a mix of a chuckle and a scoff. Aleena smiled too, shaking her head. “But, for real. You’re an idiot,”

“Was that a yes? Earlier?” He asked, letting his strong arms wrap around her waist.

“It was,”

Mick could only smile, leaning down to kiss her lips in the most passionate way they had ever kissed. He wasn’t holding back when he pulled Aleena over his lap, letting his hands touch her body intimately, his fingertips ghosting over her hem of her hoodie.

Aleena pushed the soft material over her head on her own, breathing out a sigh when Mick’s lips found her neck, pressing kisses down its column. He was quick to turn their bodies around, helping her slide all the way up until her head hit her pillow again, lips never parting.

He undressed her slowly, losing a garment of his own every once in a while, until they became a mix of warm skin. Mick was left to admire her naked body for the first time just then: their lips swollen, hair a mess, bodies on fire.

All he could do was press kisses down her body, expressing every single unsaid feeling of his as he hoped the closeness would make up for his mistakes, for everything he had done. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to her sternum, letting his warm hand gently grasp one of Aleena’s breasts.

She let out a sigh, her own hands finding place in his hair as his kisses trailed towards her stomach. His palms caressed her thighs, tenderness spilling from his every action as he watched the woman in front of his eyes unravel.

“Later, Mick,” she whispered, begging him to get back on top of her. “I need to feel you close, tonight,”

Mick followed her instructions, letting his hands find her waist as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips. He was thankful he had been carrying a condom in the pocket of his jeans all that time, and was able to roll it on after just a few seconds of struggling to find it, laughing breathily.

“You sure you want this?” He asked, biting on his lip as he let his eyes focus on Aleena’s, searching for any kind of discomfort in them.

She nodded, hand finding the side of his neck to pull him closer again, kissing him. He took that as a cue to gently thrust inside her, their bodies meeting as her snug walls wrapped his cock in a warm embrace.

Mick breathed out harshly, his head falling to the crook of her neck as her soft moans rang through his ears. “Fuck,” he breathed out, slowly starting to move as he pressed a swift kiss to her skin. “I don’t- I don’t think I’ll be able to last long,”

“Me neither,” Aleena whispered, eyes closing when Mick’s hand started to slowly slide down her body until it reached the bundle of nerves that was begging for attention. A loud moan left her lips as she spread her legs wider, relishing in the pleasure she was receiving as Mick kept thrusting, slowly picking up the pace.

The room was filled with the soft sounds the two of them were making, the intensity of the moment taking a toll on the quietness of the room. Mick’s thrusts began to turn erratic when Aleena’s walls contracted around him quickly, their orgasms closer than they had expected them to be.

“Mick-” she breathed out, her left hand scratching his back as the pleasure became almost unbearable, the need to let go too much to ignore. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Let go, baby,” was all the man whispered, leaning down to suck a mark on her neck as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She convulsed around him as she finished, her own contractions pushing him over the brink of his own release.

They were left in each other’s arms, breathing heavily as the silence of the night engulfed them in a comfortable hug. Mick’s lips met hers just when he gained his breathing back, kissing her with as much passion as the sex had held.

“I love you,” his words were whispered, rushed out of his mouth as he cleared her sweaty face of stray hairs. “I love you so much,”

Aleena smiled, her heart hammering against her rib cage as she kissed him again. And again, and again. She kissed him until she was breathless, pulling back just to say the words she had been thinking about for weeks. “I love you,”

As Mick laid back against the mattress, he pulled Aleena along with him, her head resting against his chest. They were left in silence, both in their own thoughts as they fought the sleep.

Mick realized he had been feeling something new ever since things with Aleena had become serious. It was a feeling of belonging, he knew where he was supposed to be, and that was with Aleena. He spent his entire life wondering when he’d find a home, when he’d put away the suitcase that held his entire life together. He had even wondered if leaving the spotlight was going to help him settle down.

But home was closer than he had thought it would be, and it was Aleena. Aleena’s arms were home, her voice was the melody he wished to hear for the rest of his life, and Aleena was all he needed.

As she laid on his chest, that was all he could think of. She was there, close to him, and he was home.

Her lips pressing against his chest were enough to snap him out of his trance, his lungs inhaling sharply as he looked down at her. Her eyes, as dreamy as they always were, made the warmness inside his chest spread, a feeling of fondness pushing him to run a hand through her hair.

He was in love, and he wanted the whole world to know.

“Mick?” Aleena’s voice was tender as she drew shapes on his skin.

“Hm?”

She waited a few seconds to speak, almost to put her thoughts in line. She gazed up at him, fondness coating her tone as she spoke, her words engraving themselves in his mind.

“Loving you was worth it,”

Taglist: @joshasf @crescentmooninspring @miahelen @lillict @berzisworld @thirstyybitch @tiredbuthappy @surfgirxl @spngi @glodessa @scottmctominbae

[laufeyamp]

Tom Hiddleston Roommate Headcanons

SUMMARY. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- being roommates with the famous British actor, Tom Hiddleston [pandemic edition] PAIRING. tom hiddleston x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 0.719k THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

him disallowing you to go out if it’s unnecessary and buying all of your daily supplies every time he goes out which is like, once in two weeks-

you begging him to let you walk Bobby fOr tHis oNe tiME

you just wanted to have a walk outdoors and some fresh air to be honest

but of course you love Bobby too, HOW COULD YOU NOT

y/n: I’m Bobby’s mom. *snuggles Bobby and kisses his head* Tom: y/n-  y/n: *covers ears* I KNOW YOURE HIS DAD AND YES, I’M STILL HIS MOM, END OF THE DISCUSSION. Tom: *laughs*

he’d obviously say no to your request unless the covid cases had decreased to a more stable and less risky amount

he’s that one parent friend who speaks like your dad 1000/10

except he has a great sense of humour

and he could actually give you a lecture without making it sound like a lecture (does this even makes sense-)

one thing, he has this really strict sleeping schedule where the lights would be off at 12am and you should be in bed by then

HE’LL LITERALLY CHECK IF YOU’RE STILL AWAKE LIKE SPONTANEOUSLY

there was this one time where he caught you staying up till 4am because you thought he was joking when he said that he wanted you to be asleep by midnight

he just wants you to have a healthy sleeping schedule and to not stay up way too late (unless you have sleeping disorders which he’d understand)

therapist friend who gives off the best life advices and supportive af

he’s also very respectful which makes you trust him even more 

but he never goes out with you like NEVER and you understand why

he just doesn’t want to have both of your pictures taken by the paparazzi which they would most probably use to spread rumours

y/n: OH and by the way, I met some of your fans today while walking Bobby at the park. They actually recognized Bobby- Tom: Did you get into trouble? y/n: No, I lied that I bought the exact same dog that looks exactly like Bobby and named him Bobby too because I’m obsessed. 

him reminding you to wear your mask properly, bring your hand sanitizer along and to follow the physical distancing rules whenever you leave the house

you online shopping some of your daily needs and secretly shopping shirts for him since his are getting old and he refuses to buy any

he would literally wear one shirt for years until it tears apart

and of course, some snacks and new toys for Bobby :D

y/n: Which colour do you think would suit me better? *undecisive as always* Tom: *proceeds to give you the best fashion advice*

you’d order food delivery for lunch or just instant noodles, which is quite seldom since he thinks it’s unhealthy

him asking you about technical problems and Internet slangs

you sending him Loki memes in the middle of the night so that he’ll wake up being blessed by his own memes

you’d definitely send or show him fan-made edits of Loki, any of his roles or him, the man himself you’d stumble upon while scrolling through your homepage or explore

you keeping him updated with super random news about celebrities and the entire Loki fandom ;)

and as in return, he’ll make sure that breakfast is ready by the time you wake up

let’s be real, he would still make you breakfast even though you did pretty much nothing

okay, very off topic but you have a whole album in your phone gallery for this man, and only this man

it has like thousands of really random pictures of him and selfies of the both of you you took during quarantine

yOu jUst wAnTed tO gEt oNe uGLy piCtuRe oF hiM

BUT HE’S SO PERFECT 24/7 IT’S NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE

you’ve got a few, but not much

and no you would never show them to any of your friends or upload them to the Internet

in addition, you've already set a password for your gallery just in case anyone tries to enter it without your permission

you having an actor as your roommate is a secret, after all

literally no one else knows about it, this whole roommate situation stays between the both of you

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

SYD .ೃ࿐ Reblogs and interactions are greatly appreciated, thank you for reading.

[syubub]

BTS cuddle habits

Hi guys! I wanted to have a fun little silly read on what their cuddle habits are! It's cute and light and soft so I thought it might be nice!

Disclaimer: this is entertainment only and not to be taken as fact. This is only my interpretation!

Oki let's begin

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Seokjin

The first thing I thought of when I saw this is that he's not a strong grip cuddle kinda guy

He's more of the "if you're there and need cuddles I'll do it I guess" kinda guy

I think too he's very vigilant and whomever he is cuddling he is very aware of how to maximize the other person's comfort?

Like it almost seems for him, he'd be fine without cuddles

It's just not important to him as much as it is for others

But he knows that some people feel good when they get cuddles

So

All this to say

He doesn't preticularly seek out cuddles and prefers to be the one doing the cuddling

He knows that it's a way to give others comfort

It's definitely a low energy kinda thing for him too

I think any kinda pseudo cuddle would be preferable

Like, "I'm laying next to you and tapping your head, does that count"

Lol

It's a way to show comfort and to show that he's there for the person.

Definitely takes that time to learn more about why the person might be sad or in need of cuddles

It's a perfect time to talk it out

Definitely platonic cuddles wouldn't faze him at all

10/10

Very comforting

He'd give advice if needed or prompted

Wouldn't particularly tangle himself up with the other person

More like comforting "I'm here for you" back rubs and taps

Playing with hair

Yoongi

STOP

Yoongi no

Okay

So

He's definitely more cuddly with his s.o than he his with friends

His cuddle style is very balanced

Probably likes to mirror his cuddle buddy

So like, facing each other

Probably holding hands

Also spooning and he'd be down for little spoon or big spoon depending on how he's feeling

Let me get a bit honest here

Cuddling for yoon is like holding the entire world

Sounds dramatic lol

It's a super intimate thing to share personal space like that

Even more than sex for him because the only objective is comfort and holding space for him and his person

Kinda. Intimacy in any form that it takes is really special and intense for him when it regards someone he truly cares for

This is about cuddles and not about how yoongi regards the act of bumping uglies

So

Platonic cuddles are a little less... wanted for him

Not that he hates it or anything. He just likes his space and would actively search for platonic cuddles often if every (if he knew a more physically affectionate person really needed to be held and comforted he wouldn't mind providing that but its just not something he typically looks for)

Because the thought of sharing such close personal space with someone is quite.. daunting? He feels a bit flustered

This is all heavily focused on yoongi preferring to have his cuddles with the people that he has the utmost respect for and trusts with his life

Definitely most comfortable with a romantic partner though

Definitely would love to have his hair played with and would reciprocate the favor

When things get rough in his head I think he would prefer to be held

Or like

I heard "held together"

Oof yoobi

Overall it's seems to be an act of trust and love and respect and anyone who gets a yoongi cuddle should feel honored

You guys

Just look at this cards

I CANT

Hoseok

Yo

Hobi Is definitely an enthusiastic cuddle buddy

Probs prefers to hold the other person

Definitely loves platonic cuddles all the way

Very much physical affection

Also very light and fun and giggly

Like, yoons is a more emotionally heavy feel

But hobis is so light and fun and recharging

It's not the destination

Like its not an event to have cuddles for him

It's almost as natural and fluid as just going in for a hug?

It's a continuation of a hug

Hobi snuggles more than cuddles?

Like any burst of affection he just goes in for a snuggle squeeze

I think as a human his body temperature is just always warm too

Versatile cuddles

Kinda octopus-esque

Can be kinda like a quick little battery charge for him

A good solid hobi cuddle would be like transporting to a new world where there are no worries

Very nice and secure

Would probably like sunshine cuddles or outdoor cuddles (without bugs)

I think sometimes he just likes to share his space with other people

Very warm friendly lovely I love it

Namjoon

Joon

Joo

Bb

Soft

Talk about tension release lol

Cuddles for him aren't something he seeks out often but when he does...

It's like taking the cap off of a soda

Definitely a daydream type

Idk why but I think he cuddles himself? Like when he's super stressed

He probably hugs himself

Or maybe he has a weighted blanket?

He definitely has a calm way to sooth himself

But with other people

I think he likes more mellow, soft type cuddles

Definitely a repetitive movement type of person

Like gently tapping/patting or making shapes

I can't tell of he would like that or if that's what he does

Probably drifts to sleep if cuddling for a longer time lol

It's very seren and lovely energy tbh

A sleepy morning type of cuddle would probably help him calmly sort his thoughts and plans for the day

Just time to exist

Platonic cuddles y e s

Like I said, it wouldn't be something that I would see him searching for often at all

But its very helpful for him when he does

This makes me think of one time I went to a park with my friend

we found a nice patch of soft grass and had a nice little cuddle just existing in each others presence and feeling a nice soft breeze bring in the sweet summer smell

It was just kinda like time stopped and I could daydream and look at my priorities without feeling overwhelmed by them??

Like having a person physically with you to anchor you to reality and provide comfort

Idk it's just such a nice lovely type of thing that is really special when those moments come around

Jimin

Definitely loves cuddles

We know this

But this is really sweet

It's very emotionally fulfilling and I think it's an easy way for him to show his love and appreciation for someone

This sounds dumb but I think he physically tries to morph his body to other people?

Like cling film?

It's really cute?

Tbh any kinds of cuddle is a good cuddle for chim

I think physical touch just in general is really important for him

cuddles make him feel loved bc sometimes he needs to be reminded

Definitely will cuddle or be cuddled

With the 8 of wands I think he just kinda goes with the flow really

The ace of cups makes me almost see it as an exchange of energy?

Like swapping good vibes or recharging your good vibes

It's really sweet

I bet he'd be the type to make it a special event on occasion

Like all the blankets and pillows and a movie or book or album or something

And just be comfy

Comfy is the best way to describe this

Comfy

10000% platonic cuddles

No one is spared

(Some are spared)

It's not like he's attached to them or needs them to breath

But physical touch is really important for him

And this is very optimal

I also think he'd be the type to go for drive by cuddles?

The 8 of wands can be a fast card so

Quick cuddles

Little snuggles

V good

10/10

wouldn't mind face to face cuddles at all

THIS ALL JUST FEELS SO WARM AND NICE

like a freshly washed blanket that's all warm and smells nice

Yes

Taehyung

Jesus

It was hard enough trying to interpret normal cards and you throw me this shit??

Here we go

It's definitely a mental resting point to have some good cuddles

Tae can be quite a physical person too so it doesn't suprise me to see

It almost feels solitary?

But not physically obviously

Kinda like joon he really benefits from having a reality anchor

But

He might be physically resting

And his mind is resting too

But??

It's like he fucking Astral projects or some shit

Hear me out

It's like having a safe and comfortable environment being with someone you trust

He just kinda

Lifts up??

Like this might seem like daydreams to him but it's like... the Astral?

Lol definitely unexpected

It's not like this everytime

He benefits from cuddles when he is having a hard time and needs comfort

Also just because it's something that he finds relaxing

But like, let me explain

Death is like letting go of attachments

Four of swords can be like meditation

Wheel of fortune can be like opportunity or destiny?

And like, we all know tae has his angel and stuff

I think maybe his angel or guides or whatever take any opportunity where he is in a good enough state to just... yank him up to them??

THIS SOUNDS DUMB

But think about it

If he's comfortable and in a mental state where this is possible, it would be the perfect opportunity??

Like?

I want to expand on this later maybe

It doesn't exclusively happen when he's cuddling its just a time where his mind is open to it?

Also yes platonic cuddles yes yes yes

Wtf tae?

Jungkook

These are all the cards that came out and all of them are relevant apparently

So

Firstly let's look at that lovers card and the magician

He's definitely down for a good cuddle and it's a sign of trust for him

Having a nice restful time where he can idly chat with someone probably helps him work through situations in his head

The magician can signify a powerful man...

I think he really enjoys being held and like, holding people tightly

Like it feels more secure like that

Definitely a release of stress and worry

Probably prefers cuddles more in the evening after he's worked hard and done stuff bc then he feels like he's earned the right to relax

Definitely down for platonic cuddles but with people he knows super well

This might sound weird but

I bet if the chance to cuddle arrives and it's not a suprise like "hey come here and cuddle" kinda thing he'd prepare

Like if there was a movie night and he knows it's gonna be nice and comfy he'd probably wear his favorite hoodie or shirt or whatever and pjs or sweatpants or whatever

Whip out the nice body butter

Some good smells

Fresh fabric softener smells

In a 100% not creepy and very platonic way

That sounds sarcastic but its not

Its called self care

Would also be the type to seek out cuddles if he has a bad day

Like the kind to flop down beside someone or put his head in their lap and just non verbally demand cuddles?

Like, have you ever been super frustrated and you just need someone to pet your hair? Or like hold you bc your working out your own shit internally?

Yes

It probably doesn't happen often and not when something really big is bothering him

Just smaller things

Would like repetitive motions/soothing motions

The six of swords make me think soft rocking would put him directly to sleep lol

Kinda like cars too

Very nice very nice

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was intresting and I didn't really know what it would be like but I didn't think it would be this lol tae was unexpected

Who are you guys most like? I think I'm maybe part jungkook and part yoongi? I'm not the most touchy feely person with friends but I am a lot more with partners. Jungkookie style cuddles is me when I'm around people that I've know for forever and are really good friends. Pull out good blankets, clothes, candles ect. Anything for optimal comfort. Joon style cuddles definitely sound like the most relaxing thing in the planet and makes me a bit nostalgic

[pretoriafics]

If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf - Pt. 6

Heyy! The series is ending, but we still have more chapters to come! Enjoy it while it lasts!

You are so done with all of that drama with men! Word count: 2.573 Pairings: Reader x Derek; Reader x Platonic!Laura Contain: Some angst, Original characters (Daniel, your boyfriend; Lafayette, your friend)  Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST PART 1 |  PART 5

Seventeen years later, Santa Monica, California

"Yeah, girl, I know it's annoying. I mean, live in Beacon Hills? C'mon! There's nothing there!"

Lauren was lay down on her mom and dad's bed, talking with her best friend on her cell phone. The room was entirely filled with boxes: Lauren and her parents were moving to Beacon Hills, which had left her completely annoyed. It's hard for a 15 years old teenager to moving away from her friends to live in a completely different - and smaller - city. Then, she heard a voice calling her.

"Lauren..."

You were at the door frame, with your arms crossed and a serious face. When Lauren saw you, her eyes got widen, and she talks with her friend.

"Uh, Brittany, I have to go. You know, my mom is here giving me that glare. I'll call you later, okay? Bye."

Lauren turns off her phone, and you stare at her.

"I thought you were putting the rest of the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

"I was, but Brit called me and-"

Daniel stopped close to you, looking at Lauren with arched eyebrows.

"What's happening? Lauren, I thought you were putting the things from the cabinet in the boxes."

The teenager rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to do it right now, dammit!"

Daniel looks at you, trying to avoid Lauren's sudden bad mood.

"I'll gonna wait for you downstairs."

You nod for him while Daniel moves away from you. Then, you look at Lauren that was taking a few boxes out from the cabinet.

"Look, I'll go downtown with your dad. I'll be here soon, and then we'll leave. Be ready. I'm serious."

"Okay."

You let your older daughter alone in your bedroom, with your stuff being put in the moving boxes. Then, a suitcase caught Lauren's attention. It was beautiful, made with red velvet. She never saw that thing before. Moving by her curiosity, she opened it. Inside it, Lauren found a few things: a photo album, a necklace with a triskelion pendant, and a diary. The first thing Lauren took was the diary, and when she opened it, she saw a plane ticket to Vegas. That travel was made exactly seventeen years before she was born. With that plane tickets, Lauren also found two polaroid photographs. There, she saw you and Laura Hale with eyeglasses on a sunny afternoon in front of the famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign. On the back of that specific photo, a handwritten quote that made Lauren gave a fun smile:

Who cares 'bout the men?

Today, Beacon Hills

Well, Daniel was not Derek's favorite person at all. Was It due to his jealousy? Oh, probably. However, Derek still has his own moral values. It wasn't fair with Daniel what happened between you and Derek, and Hale was completely sure about it. He felt guilty, and if your relationship with Derek wasn't the best earlier, now it seems to get worse. You were feeling guilty about sleeping with him while being in a relationship with Dan, as well as Derek was. He was a nice guy. Daniel didn't deserve it.

Derek was in the hospital where Daniel was working, inside his office with both sitting at the chairs. He made a few questions that would help him to solve the supernatural problem in the city, and despite he had noticed that Daniel wasn't also his biggest fan, he was being pretty collaborative.

"...And this is all I know and saw. I was lucky, I mean, I could have died that night."

Derek nod. Yeah, he could. Despite all, Derek was glad nothing had happened with Daniel.

"Well, a friend of mine managed to escape, so I'm just trying to understand what has happened there."

Daniel stares at him while sitting in his chair, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You know what, Hale? I don't believe you."

Derek arched his eyebrows. He was surely not expecting that.

"...I think I haven't understood you."

"I don't know much about you, but I know you the Hales are different than the most. Inside that bar, I saw things that I can't understand, just like I can't understand things about you and your family."

Well, he really was not expecting that. After a few weird silent seconds, Derek stares at him.

"There a few things outside that could be better for you if you stay away from."

"I noticed."

"I know. You're smart."

"Yeah, Hale. I am." Daniel stood up from his chair, as well as Derek. Daniel gives him a glare, almost deadly "I'm also smart enough to know there three people in my relationship, am I right, Derek?"

Jeez... In that room and in front of that serious man, Derek could feel what feels like a punch at his stomach. Daniel's words made him dizzy.

But he wouldn't let Daniel affects him.

"I don't know, Daniel. You should talk with (Y/N) to find out. I don't have the answers you want."

"Are you sure you haven't?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Already too annoyed to care, Derek gives his back to Daniel and walks to the door "This is not high school, Daniel. Go talk with her."

And when Derek finally opened the door to leave...

"Derek, wait."

When Derek looks at Daniel, he felt heartbroken. Daniel wasn't with a cold expression anymore. He was surely lost and... heartbroken as well.

"I'm sorry." He started to talk. "I know any of this is your fault. I just know that she is in love with you. She always has." Daniel stares at the floor, melancholic "I envy you. I wish she could love me just like he loves you."

If Daniel's goal was to let Derek without words to say, he achieved it. With the door's handle in his hand, Derek just stares at Daniel without any sign of what he could say. Dammit. It would be the right choice to put all the jealousy to the side to help him someway. Before he could stay anything, Daniel asks:

"Do you love her? Just be honest with me. I need some... Clue of what I should do."

Derek hesitates. However, if it would help him, he would answer. He nods positively, and Daniel lets out a long sigh. This time was Derek's turn to say something.

"I'm serious when I say you need to talk with her."

"I will." Daniel let out a short and humorless laugh. "I'm the intruder here."

"Daniel, I-"

"I will talk with her, Derek. Thank you."

You were heartbroken. You broke up with Daniel. You knew he was bad with it, but when you talked with him about it, you were pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He didn't ask you why you did it or how you decided it. Well, it wasn't like you didn't want to break up with him. It was just the way things happened between both of you. You knew you were being unfair and unfaithful, and that was the reason you felt so bad.

So, he decided to give you a break. You could be back with time, and he was pretty sure he could make you forget all about Derek. And talking about him... Well...

Everyone in the pack knew about you and Daniel, and that's why everyone gave you a break from everything. Without saying things directly, everyone was trying to help you to trespass this phase: Laura appeared at your house with chocolate bars and some movies suggestions to watch. Talia made your favorite food and called you to have lunch at her house. Derek gives you a break about all the supernatural stuff and about himself, and Peter gave you a lot of alcoholic drinks bottles.

But the fact was: You was so done about men! You were so done about all of that drama about Derek and Daniel! Crap! You need some rest.

Two weeks after your breakup with Daniel, you called Laura. It was 1AM, and the older Hale quickly answered your call.

"(Y/N)! What happened?"

"I know it's late, I know." You started to say, sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in one of your hands "But I needed to ask you something."

"...So this is not an emergency? You know, you're not in danger, you didn't say anything-"

"Do you have money?"

Laura's mind got a lack with your question.

"...What?"

"Do you have money? I mean..." You let out a long sigh "Girl... I'm so done with all this shit."

"Wait" Laura sat on her bed "Are you with financial problems or something like that?"

"No, girl. I was thinking about making a trip. We can buy the tickets tomorrow."

The older Hale's sister arched her eyebrows.

"Where do we wanna go?"

"Vegas. You know, who cares 'bout the men? I just want to give me a break, stop feeling guilty and all this shit."

A smile takes form on Laura's lips. She admires your will to move on, and she surely will not let you alone. And Vegas? Oh, it would be fun girls' travel.

"That's my girl. I'll buy the plane tickets right now."

And the next morning, there Laura was! Her suitcase was close to the main door of the house when Derek came from his loft. Confused, he stares at the suitcase and then his sister.

"I didn't know you would travel."

"Neither do I. But you know what? I'm kinda excited. It will be fun."

Derek arch his eyebrows. It was certainly not the answer he was asking for. Then, the doorbell rings. Talia appears from the doorframe of the living room.

"I'll open it."

And when Talia opened the door, there you are: A car was waiting on the street, and you were with a huge smile on your face. Talia's heart got warm when she saw you that way.

"Hi, dear. Laura's ready."

"Oh, really? Great, because I'm already am too."

You got into the house, and despite Derek's heart failed a beat when he saw you, he still with a huge interrogation point on his head.

"Do you talked with that friend?" Laura asked for you while she takes her suitcase from the floor.

"Yeah, he is waiting for us outside. He knows everything about Vegas. The best places to eat, to have fun..."

Completely lost about that matter, Derek followed you and his sister outside.

"Wait, are you going to Vegas?"

Before you could answer him, a car stopped behind your friend's car: It was Daniel, running in your direction. You let out a long sigh in annoyance, and Derek got even more confused. Laura looks at you with wide eyes.

And this is how things exploded: In front of the Hale house.

"(Y/N), wait!" Daniel runs in your direction "I know things got complicated between us, but can we please talk? Wait." Daniel stares at Derek, and then he stares at you "What are you doing here?"

Without any patience for all of that and already too tired to care, you stare at him.

"I'm here to take my goddamn best friend on a trip. Daniel, please, you were being great during those days, but please, don't try to create drama now."

"I'm not trying to create any drama, (Y/N). I just want to talk and solve things. I think you already had time enough to put things straight on your head, so we can talk and try to solve the things that are going wrong between us."

Oh, man... You couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious, Daniel?! What part of "we're done" you couldn't understand?!"

All that drama made the entire pack suddenly appear in the front door: While Talia watches everything with wide eyes and Laura stares at you and Dan like a tennis play, Cora, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and Peter had run to know what the hell is going on.

Yeah, it was such a scene. A worthy soap operas drama. Oh, and things got even worse when Derek invaded your arguing with your, now, ex-boyfriend.

"Look, leave her alone. She already said what was needed."

That was enough to make Peter look at his niece Cora.

"Well, I miss pop-corn right now."

Derek's presence made Daniel blush in pure rage. His eyes stare at Hale in a homicidal way.

"No one asked anything for you, Derek. This is all your fault! We were great before you come back!"

Your eyes got widen, already knowing what all of that would result in. You knew Derek and Daniel so well to know things probably would evolve. They were two stubborn men wanting the same woman. Things would get worse, surely.

"Look" Derek approaches Daniel, with a low and threatening voice "I'll request you politely one time, and I just do it once: You'll get the hell outta here and leave (Y/N)'s alone, or I swear that I'll rip your throat."

"Enough!"

Your yell was what they needed to finally look at you. The arguing between Derek and Daniel ended with both of them looking at you. It was your turn to say a few things:

"Daniel, look at me: You're being stubborn as hell. I don't want to come back to you. I don't feel anything other than a friendship about you. That's why I broke up. I don't love you."

"You are telling me a thing that I already know, (Y/N). I'm just saying that we just need some time to-"

"We don't need time, Daniel! Do you know what we need? We need to not date! Do you got it, or do I need to draw it for you?" You stare at Derek, talking with him now "I appreciate your gentleman manners, but I know how to defend myself. And you know what?" You look at both men now, raising your middle fingers. "Fuck you both! I'm choosing myself. You guys can punch each other if you want. I don't give a fuck."

Both of them were looking at you in shock, and your face was warm in rage. Actually, everyone was looking at you in shock because you were freaking out. You yelled again, looking at your friend's car.

"Lafayette!"

From the car, a stunning black drag queen with pink hair came out.

"Hi, dear!"

"We're leaving. Could you please help Laura with her bag? Thank you!"

Lafayette approaches Laura and took her suitcase, bringing it to the car. Then, you grabs Laura's wrist and started to drag her to the car. The older Hale sister looks at everyone with wide eyes.

"Let's get outta here, Laura. I'm done with that shit!" You both got into the car, as soon as Lafayette, and you look at Laura "If you bring a man to our hotel's bedroom, I swear by God that I'll get your heart out with my hand."

You were definitely freaking out. You really were so done with all of that shit!

"Girl..." Laura stares at you, scared "You're definitely spending too much time with my family. You even learned how to threaten someone."

"Hey, girls" Lafayette looks at both of you in the backseat "No men, no drama! Let's go!"

Lafayette turns on the car, and Be Happy by CLMD starts to play loud. Then, the three of you were running to LA in the direction of a relaxing and fun trip. And to be happy.

TAGLIST: @teen-wolf-obsessed4life

[hiraethhh-h]

i’ve never sent in for a matchup or anything similar so let’s give this a shot (babe i’m low-key terrified, i’m not sure why - hence the anonymous)

i wouldn’t say i’m shy, but still more of an introvert as i much prefer more time with myself - kind of a wallflower by nature, but if i can be quite with outgoing people i click with.

i think most people would describe me as creative, caring ,and quite soft by nature, although i’ve had a couple people say that i’m intimidating to to due to my appearance, although i’m not too sure what they mean by that.

i am. also affectionate with friends, many hugs, hold my hand or i’ll grab theirs when i see something interesting, i’ll split my food if i can make them smile- and babe, big secret- i’ve never been in a relationship so i have never held a romantic interests hand which, honestly? just mean. i’ve spoken to a few people, and i. just cannot string sentences together and get dummy flustered

appearance wise? i have stretched ears (6mm), wear big ass, chunky heels a lot. i really do not know how to describe my style, a lot of midi dresses, cardigans, floral net-y tights- quite 80s inspired if i’m honest, also meaning baggy jumpers and band tees. a lot of dark colours in my wardrobe, but not entirely! neutrals and greens are also a big thing in that department!

i’m roughly 5’2 (the HEELS, man i feel so tiny without them- normally they add around 4-5 inches). also. i feel naked without my red nail which is ridiculous ik

i’m quite pale, dark blue eyes, and darkish brown hair with shaggy layers-kinda wolf cutty, around collarbone length. people semi-regularly tell me i’m pretty, but we don’t believe them because i use to get bullied for my looks and being the weird quite kid, so that’s ace.

i grew up listening to my parents music and damn me if i don’t still- so a damn lot of pink floyd, portishead, nine inch nails, - the pixies and satans rats being my favourites at the moment!

hobby wise, okay.

practically everything artsy, currently studying graphic design and the arts - so it takes up a lot of my time and i love it! the art i do produce is weird, creeps some people out- not gory per say but it does border the line of disturbing to some!

i’d a massive literature nerd, i spend a lot of my time reading - mainly fantasy fiction, a lot of classics- i grew up on shakespeare and tom hardy, a lot of the stuff you read in school and hate? i love. more modern stuff tend to be thriller/murder mystery/obscure- if we were villains being my all time favourite for the past four years

a pretty evident one would probably be music, i love vinyls, something i got from my dad as well as his taste - he’s a massive metallica fan so i have every one of their albums up to 88, but honestly i don’t really listen to their stuff often enough to call myself a fan

eek okay, i’m so sorry that was really long, i’m not too great at putting myself in words so i tried my best :,)

a scenario/head canons would be great, but don’t worry if you’re too busy! i do have a preference for men, but honestly just have fun and do whoever you’d rather write for!

—ps, you’re writing is beautiful i’ve been following for quite a while and man. heart flutters ilyily, keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing it RIGHT

i know some people sign off with an emoji so i think i’ll do that if it could make anything easier :)

- 🍂

god. i was. going to mention that slashers. man your write them really well and were part of the starting issue for my crush on them so damn you and i love you keep it up babe! -🍂

i match you with...

chrissy cunningham!

AHHHESLJKDF- thank you much autumn anon ilyt (/p) <333 i literally started kicking my feet and squealing because i'm glad to hear you enjoy my work! and i'm glad i could spread my love of slashers onto you hehe >:3

also, chrissy lives in this bc she deserves better and i love her <333

cw for mentions of familial abuse.

after her near-death encounter with eddie, she realizes that his ‘forced conformity’ spiel in the cafeteria was true.

she realizes that there’s so much more to life than parties, gossip, and jocks.

you and chrissy are complete opposites. that’s what drew her to you.

she’s chrissy cunningham, head cheerleader, and ‘the queen of hawkins high.’

you? you’re… just you. you have the freedom to be yourself

that’s something chrissy craves.

chrissy doesn’t want to be ‘the queen of hawkins high,’ she’s tired of her mom forcing all these things on her, she doesn’t want to always worry about who she hangs out with because she could ruin her reputation.

 chrissy’s just tired of upholding the mantle of overwhelming expectations.

if there’s one thing chrissy’s learned about being popular, it’s to keep your eyes and ears open at all times.

whenever she passes you in the halls, she often sees you walking with your friends and chatting away with them. 

chrissy doesn’t miss how the two of you are holding hands, absentmindedly swinging them in tandem while walking

during lunch, she notices how you usually share your food with your friends, even if they don’t ask

chrissy is afraid to approach you at first because she’s not sure how you’d handle someone like her walking up to you and talking to you out of the blue, but she bites the bullet anyways

she finds that she can let loose with you and be herself, she doesn’t have to uphold any expectations around you because you don’t expect anything from her

chrissy loves your style because it’s so… different in a good way

she herself is a neutral-color clothing person because she doesn’t think dark colors look good on her

but she sometimes does steal try on your band shirts for fun

surprise surprise! chrissy’s found a new style :)

chrissy does ask questions about your ear gauges because she’s genuinely curious

she proposes the idea about getting matching ear cuffs because she has considered getting more piercings other than her belly button

she’s around the same height as you (5’3), so when you wear your heels, chrissy sometimes jokes about you ‘cheating’ to get taller

chrissy loves painting your nails and she’ll happily do them if you ask

sometimes she’ll ask you to do her nails after she does yours

i imagine chrissy mostly listens to mainstream music, but that doesn’t mean she’s opposed to hearing your type of music

chrissy is quite literally entranced by your artistic skills.

she doesn’t care if it’s morbid, creepy, or gory, she finds your art alluring.

more often times than not, chrissy will continuously glance at you as your work

she does her best not to stare, as she knows some people get uncomfortable when people stare while they’re working

you're a literature nerd! her too! she's just pushed that part of her to the back of her mind because it wouldn't be very 'queen of hawkins high' of her if she was into books

if you offer to read any shakespeare/tom hardy books to her, chrissy will drop everything she's doing just to listen to you

sometimes when she's in the mood, chrissy'll recite some of her favorite lines

i like to hc that if she wasn't a cheerleader, chrissy would def be into theater :)

“okay, now just close your eyes…”

“okay…” you murmur, doing as told. things were quiet around you, save for the idle sounds of the forest and chrissy rummaging through her bag. there were a few sounds of zippers opening before they completely stopped. “hold out your hands.” you did just that, a brow raised in silent question.

something smooth and cool slid into your hands, causing you to curl your fingers around the item. “now you can open your eyes.” chrissy stepped back with a smile, looking down at you. you cracked your eyes open, gasping upon seeing the familiar white line leading to the triangle that spit out a rainbow in the back. “chrissy! thank you, thank you!” you squealed with a growing grin, briefly hugging the vinyl close to your chest before turning to safely tuck it away in your bag.

“i’ll just say now that what i got you isn’t much,” you began, moving to hide the small box and paper behind your back. “so… sorry if it’s not what you expected.” chrissy shook her head, “that’s fine. a grad gift doesn’t have to be something big.” she reassured you. you gave a soft hum, flashing her a quick smile. “now it’s your time to close your eyes, i’ll let you know when you can open ‘em.”

chrissy nodded, doing as you instructed. “er… do i have permission to touch you?” the blonde stiffened at your words, her cheeks flushing before she softly cleared her throat. “yeah, go for it.” she confirmed. you stood from your spot on the bench after removing the cover from the box, placing the items on the tabletop and grabbing the gold necklace from inside. you turned to chrissy’s back, leaning down to get better access. gently brushing her hair from her neck, you got a good whiff of her sweet strawberry shampoo, causing the back of your neck to burn.

you gently unhooked the chain of her other necklace, setting it in the discarded box. you crossed your other hand in front of her face, bringing it to the back of her neck to properly hook the necklace together. chrissy’s hand drifted to the sun charm that rested on her chest, a faint smile on her lips. “okay, now you can open your eyes.” you told her, moving to grab the drawing you made. she did just that, looking down at the sun charm between her fingers. “um… i got you one that matches my moon necklace,” you began, “the charms, they… they fit inside each other.” 

chrissy chuckled, “it’s beautiful. thank you.” she smiled, lifting her head to look at the drawing you held out to her. she gently took it from your hands, bringing the paper close to her face. “this is amazing too.” chrissy breathed out, her eyes scanning over the contents of your artwork. “thanks. i’m… really glad you like it.” you rubbed the back of your neck, slowly seating yourself next to her.

chrissy now turned to face you, the cheerleader lowering the drawing into her lap. “i… actually have one more thing for you.” chrissy said now, causing you to raise a brow. “what’s that-” the feeling of her lips against your cheeks practically made your eyes bulge out of your skull, your cheeks lighting ablaze at the feeling. chrissy slowly pulled away, her head ducked and obscuring your vision of her face.

“thanks chrissy,” you murmured after recomposing yourself, “i really loved that…” she lifted her head, her lips upturned in a smile. 

“really?”

“really.”

[hobisenby]

role model

jungkook x male reader

Summary: a young male, y/n, debuts into bighit. The boys from BTS take it upon themselves to help and guide him, but one of them in particular seems to take a liking to the shy boy.

Y/N Y/L/N, latest addition to the bighit "family" as some might call it. A shy and kind, but talented boy. But then again, how couldn't he be talented if he was allowed to debut? It was a surprise to the boy as well, his audition not having gone the way he hoped for. But luckily they saw potential, and looked through the mistakes he made.

During his tour through the bighit building they'd show him where the other artists work, so he'd know where to stay quiet, and where he is to work on his songs. He got a little studio of his own to write and produce his songs, knowing his debut would be soon. So when he was left alone he got to know the place a bit and then got right to work.

A few days later is when he ran into some txt members, Soobin and Taehyun. They all politely greeted each other and got to talking for a bit, the main topic being y/n's upcoming debut. They gave him some encouraging words, and a bit of advice based on their experiences, and then went on to join their other members, leaving y/n alone to wander back to his studio.

A week after that is when y/n first ran into Jungkook, literally. The older boy seemed to be in a hurry and didn't look when he turned a corner, bumping into y/n, causing him to fall over. Jungkook exclaimed in surprise and quickly bent down to help the small boy up. "I'm so sorry, I was in a rush and wasn't looking where I was going." But instead of replying the other boy just nodded, his cheeks seemingly turning red, and his eyes slightly bulging. Unknown to Jungkook, the younger boy was just kind of intimidated and shy in front of the good looking but sweet boy. "I have to get going, I'm sorry again." And Jungkook continued on his way, leaving the flustered boy behind.

Ever since that incident y/n had been bumping into him and the other members quite occasionally, and he got along with each of them well. They all seemed to want to help him with the debut and the stress that will come with being an idol. All of them offered a different kind of support.

Jin is mostly the type to make sure he takes care of himself. Always reminding him that eating and resting is important. Yoongi is the type to listen to the boy rant for a bit, maybe not giving advice, but the fact that he listens can be enough. Hoseok is the one that has assisted him with the choreography for the debut. Namjoon as a leader knows a lot about responsibility, and as a solo artist you'll have to face a lot of stress and responsibilities. So he gives advice and tips concerning all that. Jimin and Taehyung aren't people y/n runs into a lot, but when they do its all so natural. They talk and have fun, making y/n forget about all of his stress for a little bit.

But the one to have been there the most is Jungkook. And to be fair, y/n always goes to him the most, feeling the most comfortable around him. See, y/n is a very shy person, so approaching someone for any reason at all isn't a common accurance and is very hard for him. But Jungkook is one of the few people he would dare ask if needed. Maybe because Jungkook is and always has a huge support to him. Like right now.

"You seem nervous." Jungkooks voice is soft and gentle, like talking any louder will startle the younger. And to be very honest, it actually might. Y/N flushes, keeping his eyes on the screen in front of him. "I am." He whispers. He sounds very unstable and shaky, sounding like he might fall apart any minute. Jungkook sighs softly, turning the chair the boy in sitting on and kneeling, getting to his eye level. He gets close and lays his hands on the boys knees, taking note of how y/n looks anywhere but him. So to create eye contact he lifts one hand to the boys chin and turns his head to his. "Its okay, its been 7 years and I still get nervous when we drop an album, it's natural. But you'll be okay, people will love it." He smiles, dropping his hand to y/n's shoulder instead. This seems to cause the boy to feel flustered, as his ears turn a bright red and he chuckles nervously. "Thank you, Hyung." He stutters out. Jungkook laughs and pulls the boy up from the chair and into a hug. "Anytime."

-

"Whatcha working on?" Y/N startles at the sudden voice behind him, but doesn't turn around. Instead he keeps drawing. "Some sketches for upcoming mv ideas." He softly tells Jungkook.

Y/N is still that shy small boy around Jungkook. He still speaks softly, stutters and gets flustered by almost anything Jungkook does. And for some reason it drives Jungkook to him, he finds his responded cute, endearing. He loves it and purposely draws them out. Like this

"Hmm, like what?" He comes closer, almost standing against the back of the chair y/n is in, and lays his hands on the boys shoulders. It's impossible to miss the way y/n tenses under his touch, but doesn't respond to it. Still drawing the boy starts to explain his ideas, talking more freely the more he gets into it. Which is another thing Jungkook loves, how he starts talking louder and faster when he's invested in something. But instead of paying attention while y/n speaks he focuses on something else. The way the boy seems to jerk and tense as Jungkook softly starts to massage his shoulder. Y/N starts stuttering and tripping over his words, clearly not being able to think properly while being touched like this. But what neither of them expect is the yelp he let's out when Jungkooks hands wander to his back. Both of their faces turn red and they go back to what they were doing earlier, neither of them wanting to bring it up.

-

"I don't know if I can do this, Hyung." Y/N and Jungkook sit on the couch in y/n's studio late at night. Both of them next to each other as y/n talks about his troubles. In this case its an upcoming award ceremony, and the boy has to do a speech. But he knows his shyness will mess it up for him, and he's terrified. "You can." Jungkook simply says, laying his head on y/n shoulder and yawning. He feels the boy tensing one again but he doesn't milk it this time, knowing it's not the right timing. "You're y/n. You're talented, kind and amazing. You can do anything." He continues snaking an arm around the younger. Y/N coughs and looks to the left, the opposite way of where he'd be able to see Jungkook basically cuddling into him. "I hope you're right."

-

"I WON!!" y/n yells as he runs up to Jungkook. He has a huge smile on his face and his yell could probably be heard throughout the entire building, but neither of them care. As the younger gets closer Jungkooks first response is to wrap his arms around him and lift him up. "I'm so proud of you." He exclaims and puts the boy down. Y/N face could be compared to a tomato and while the smile is still on his face his eyes show just exactly how flustered he is. His excitement gets a bit lesser and the shy boy Jungkook knows so well is right back in front of him. He smirks, knowing how easily he can make the boy act like this. "It's all because of you, Hyung." The smaller whispers, causing Jungkooks heard to flutter.

He moves some hairs out of the youngers face and smiles the way someone smiles at the one they hold dear and love the most. "I told you you're amazing."

[themusicplayedherlife]

To Love is the Greatest Gift

1. The Return

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarn x f!reader) characters: f!reader, anakin amidala-skywalker, padmé amidala-skywalker, mentiones of din djarin, obi wan kenobi, others word count: 2.6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of rent: the musical (death, second chances) uh... I think that’s it? summary: au!it’s never been the right timing for you and obi wan kenobi; maybe this time will be different. a/n: i started working on this story so long ago it’s ridiculous, but I suddenly had a surge of motivation to continue this story after some tragic family news. this was also very much inspired by @martlands and their amazing obi wan stories, made me want to write my own and here it is

all || next

“You broke up?”

One would think that the immediate reaction to someone asking if you broke up with your significant other would be to cry or begin to ask them what could have possibly gone wrong. But that’s not the reaction you give. 

The reaction you give is just a shrug and a strong pop, as you spoon more gelato onto the little spoon his twins love collecting. “Yep.”

“After only three weeks of dating?” Anakin doesn’t know why he’s surprised, but he is. This is probably the shortest living relationship you’ve ever had. “Why?”

“Why not?” you answer easily, nonchalantly and you know it frustrates him. “It wasn’t working out, so we decided to call it quits.”

Not even a month ago, you had been genuinely excited about finally getting out there and meeting someone new, and even more excited when you were telling him all about this person you met while out with some old friends. You had said, word for word, “he might be the perfect contender!”

Where did all that excitement go?

You sigh, finally looking up at him and away from your white chocolate gelato that's just to die for. “Ani, it’s fine. It just didn’t work out. It happens.”

He grimaces. “What happened between you and Din—“

You bristle at the mention of your ex, narrowing your eyes and his widen in defense. You know what Anakin and Padmé think of him and it’s not entirely pleasant (particularly from Anakin’s part). It’s completely unfair. Din is lovely, sure a little socially awkward, but lovely nonetheless. “Has nothing to do with why Gar and I ended things.”

“But—“

“Nothing,” you reiterate with a bit more force and he sighs, lifting his hands in defeat while holding his own cup of gelato.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” And then, like a light switching, he turns playful. “Was it his name that turned you off—Gar?”

You resist the urge to groan and roll your eyes. “Oh maker, you are annoying!”

You huff as you make the trek back to the trolley that’ll take you both up to the observatory. The rest of your conversation is forgotten as he navigates it towards continuing to tease you and the latest exhibit you had helped set up.

The Coruscant Observatory is one of the most popular attractions in the city aside from the Exotic Animal Sanctuary (where most zoologist work to help rehabilitate wild animals before reintroducing them back into the wild, only housing the ones that have been assessed to not be able to function in the wild on their own—which are unfortunately many).

Your place of work is known for its large, ground telescope; its monthly constellation exhibits; the multiple planetarium theater rooms that house lectures, activities, star projections, etc.; and its Astronomer Q&A program where visitors can ask astronomers questions and even get a tour of the space station.

However, most of your days are spent in your office, planning for the next exhibit or actually executing them with your team; meanwhile, Anakin spends them in tech, sometimes maintaining the telescope, other times helping with IT issues, but mostly making sure the theater rooms worked perfectly for their 4D immersion.

(You like to joke that out of the two of you, he has it easiest; sometimes he’ll run by your office to get to another part of the building while you’re doing something and you’ll yell out, “slacker” and he’ll respond with, “you just work too much”.)

“Are Padmé and the twins stopping by today?”

“Not today, maybe tomorrow,” he says as you both step out of the trolley along with a few tourists. “I think today they decided to stay for some school thing.”

“Shouldn’t you know what that school thing is?” you chide him out of jest.

He scowls, there’s hardly any heat in it and it makes you grin. “It’s a music performance that the CN Theater is putting on.”

“Ah, and we all know how much musicals bores you.”

“I just don’t understand them,” he murmurs defensively as you climb the few steps leading to the entrance. The two of you smiling and greeting Rex at his security post and bypassing the ticket gate with your IDs.

“You mean you don’t have any taste,” you tease.

“It’s weird! I mean, most of them are all about tragedies and betrayals. What happened to the good ol’ romance and happy endings?”

“Not all of them are tragedies, Casanova.”

The main rotunda lobby is full of people milling about, looking at maps or the foucault pendulum in the middle of the room. Low chatter fills the room, shoes clicking and clacking against the marble flooring.

“Name one.”

Spotting the trash can and recycle bin, Anakin holds his hand out for your disposable cup and spoon and throws them away in their proper bin.

“Rent.” There are probably better examples, but you had been listening to the original cast album the night before and have all the songs still stuck in your head.

“Don’t two characters die?”

“Angel and Mimi.” You nod. “But Mimi is brought back to life by Angel, and is given a second chance at life.”

“She may have been brought back to life, but that doesn’t take away from the fact she died.”

“I’m not arguing with you on that, I’m just saying the ending was hopeful—not necessarily a happy ending, but it left you thinking—maybe things can get better.”

“And that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for—“

“What you and Padmé have?” you ask him as you both reach the door of your office.

He pauses, mouth opening and closing before finally rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and saying, “Yeah.”

You smile, genuine and happy for your childhood friend. Who would’ve thought that years ago when you introduced them, they’d be here years later—married and with twins. You and Anakin sure as hell didn’t. For most of your childhood, you both believed you’d live out your life on Tatooine, hang with the same friends you’ve known since your pre-kinder days and eventually get married to each other—much to the dismay of your parents—because of benefits or whatever, until your parents decided they wanted to send you off to a private school in one of the major cities, derailing your and Anakin’s plan (for the better, if you’re being honest).

“You’re still coming over for dinner, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, unlocking your office door with your key. “I have a meeting that might go over the expected time, but I should be able to make it on time.”

“Just let us know,” he says, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “But you better be there! We have some planning to do!”

You roll your eyes and wave him away, promising he and his family will definitely see you at five. With a hearty chuckle he salutes you and leaves the door slightly ajar, just like you usually do. It’s your “you can come in to ask me questions, but knock first, please” visual telling.

With a soft exhale, you drop yourself into your creaking office chair, eyes landing on the first picture on your right—a younger you, only 18, fresh out of your uniform smiling wildly with a large bouquet of flowers that you can still distinctly remember the smell of.

“I am in love!” Padmé exclaimed, squealing in absolute delight at the flowers put in your hand.

Blue eyes crinkled with amusement, staring down at you. “Are you?” His voice was low, teasing and almost smug. He had obviously heard the gasp that escaped your lips when he presented you the colorful bouquet created with your favorite flowers that his father grew in their little garden.

“Irrevocably,” you answered, not able to hide your smile as you gently held it against your chest and smiled up at him. “They’re beautiful, Obi. Thank you.”

Obi Wan’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder, caught in the action of a booming laughter. He was always laughing in pictures. There isn’t a single picture you have of him that he isn't smiling.

Your finger gently trails over his smiling face. Maker, you miss him.

Is he still traveling? Or has he finally settled down again? Will he show up and spring some unexpected news on you again? Stars, you hope not. Shit didn’t go as planned last time and it probably wouldn’t again.

Your hand falls limply and you swivel in your seat, looking out the large glass window overlooking the majority of the city and sigh softly—an exhale of wary hope and sadness.

A bird soars by your window, it’s wings flapping effortlessly, diving before flying higher and away.

He’s not coming back. You know this. Coruscant just isn’t the same anymore. Not when he feels this city has taken everything from him.

One more year visiting Gui Gon without him.

The meeting runs longer than it usually would, just like you had expected. Checking the time, you let out a curse and quickly throw your belongings into your car.

Without wasting time, as soon as you switch on your engine, you place your phone on the dock and say, “Hey C-3PO, call Padmé.”

“Calling Padmé,” your phone’s AI answers through the speakers of your car.

“Are you outside?” Is how she greets you. There are loud noises in the background, children squabbling about something or another, and Anakin’s weary voice trying to rally them. 

You snort, pulling out of the undergroundparking lot. “Not yet, barely got out of my meeting and am on my way.”

“Please hurry, the twins really want to see you and are dying from hunger,” she says, amusement in her voice and not at all trying to hurry you. “They might start eating Anakin soon.”

“Hey, don’t bite that!” He yells from a distance.

“Hurry, please!” you hear over the phone—Luke. “I miss you,” he says, closer now. Which you immediately reply saying you miss him too, almost cutting off the next voice.

“And I’m hungry!” Leia’s voice follows his, practically yelling into the phone.

You laugh fondly, just imagining the childish glee on their faces at your scandalized gasps and your exaggerated “me too” answers.

“Leia, no yelling,” Padmé scolds her, gentle and kind. “Softer, please.”

“Sorry,” she says. “I’m hungry,” she repeats, softer, almost a whisper.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” you promise. “If not, you have my permission to start eating your dad.”

Leia and Luke break into a fit of laughter, yelling something away from the phone to Anakin, who once again lets out a loud, “Hey!”

Padmé chuckles, moving away from the voices of the children tackling their father and their play fighting. “Take your time, we’re not in any hurry to start eating. The kids had a hearty lunch and a snack after school.”

“What about you and Anakin?”

“We’re fine, don’t worry. Just get here safely and we’ll see you soon.”

You end the call with one last reassurance from her and let out a loud sigh when your car comes to a stop behind a long line of glaring red lights—traffic. You hate traffic.

You might be surrounded by blinding lights and different models of vehicles, but it leaves you alone with your thoughts, the low hum of your engine and music from your stereo drowned out by the chattering in your head. 

It’s never just one thing that you think about. It can go from one thing to another, to all of them trying to climb over eachother and be the most present: your friends; your family; the dog next door; Din and Baby; cinnamon apple cookies; the beach house in Naboo; sneaking out of the prep dormitories at 2am with Padmé keeping an eye out and Obi Wan holding his arms out for you; rose gardens and peach tea; freckles on blushing skin; drunken singing in a small living room; 21st birthdays crying in a bathroom stall; that stupid movie quote about choosing life; death; but sometimes (most occurring) it’s Obi Wan that weaves into every thought.

He’s a constant plague in your mind, has been since the first time he left Coruscant in search of himself. 

Sometimes they’re pleasant thoughts, memories kept in a nostalgic trunk that you occasionally like to sift through. Other times, they’re not so pleasant; those are the ones you constantly struggle with, try to push into the recesses of your mind and keep them under lock and key. But for some stupid, strange reason, your mind only ever remembers the bad, even when there are better things to dwell on.

“I just—I just don’t understand why you have to leave—Obi. Obi!” you practically yelled, watching him move around his room, grabbing and throwing things he pulled out into his duffel bag. “Listen to me!” 

He didn’t stop, not until you reached for his duffel bag and plucked it out from his hands. He stared at you, his duffel bag carelessly thrown to the floor with his clothes spilling out. 

Your breathing was labored, a sick feeling swimming in your stomach, words stuck in your throat now that he wasn’t hiding his beautiful blue eyes from you—his devastatingly heartbroken eyes. “I have to,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I need to leave. This house—this city, it's suffocating me. I can’t—I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Obi… Obi, please.” You can’t leave me. You can’t! Please! Please, Obi.

“I need to do this for me, darling. I’m sorry.”

You should’ve fought harder that night, should’ve convinced him to stay, but instead you helped him pack again with tears obstructing your view and sobs escaping your lips. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have lost him.

No, your breath stutters as you lean back into your car seat, there was nothing you could’ve done. Either times. He had made up his mind long before that night.

A car honks their horn to your left and you jump, eyes focusing once more on the red lights of the car in front of you. You wipe at your face harshly and straighten your spine. 

That was years ago, little one. Shake it off. 

Sighing softly, you look up at the street name and make a turn onto the Skywalker residence street, your shoulders relaxing when their two story home comes into view.  

Shake it off.

Parking isn't easy to find in their neighborhood, not when it’s so close to the observatory and some of the most visited parks in the area, but you manage to find one just two cars away from their house. 

Gathering your things, you lock the door behind you and quickly make your way down the sidewalk, phone in your hand and typing out a message that you’re here.

It’s while you’re hitting send that you don’t notice the body in front of you, staring up at the house with an almost wary expression on his face, or how his eyes widen when they see you. It’s not until you collide into his body, soft with a fleece cardigan, that you notice him. Embarrassment begins to boil in your blood as you quickly apologize to him, berating yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings.

“Kriff, I’m so sorry—“ you start, but the apology catches in your throat when you look up.

“Hello, there.” Blue eyes, so soft and kind, like the ones you once used to dream of stare back at you—so unlike the pair of eyes you saw years ago. “It’s been a long time, darling.”

You can’t shake him off.

next

[mysweetgeo]

Do You Want to Know a Secret ? (Part 2)

George Harrison x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and George have been best friends since they were kids, but when The Beatles got big, they were forced apart. What happens when George returns for a couple weeks wanting their friendship to return to normal?

You’d settled on a long white high-waisted skirt with a blue sweater tucked into the waist to wear for dinner with George. Your mother had nearly keeled over when you’d told her.

“How longs it been? Haven’t seen that boy in ages,” she said once her head was on straight.

“Just shy of two years,” you mumbled as you swiped on some mascara, “thought he’d forgotten all about me, if I’m honest.”

Your mother scoffed, “As if he’d ever let you get away.”

You rolled your eyes as you finished your natural makeup look with a soft pink lip colour. “He hasn’t contacted me in nearly two years, mum, he might as well have forgotten me.”

“Obviously he didn’t, if he wanted you to go to dinner so badly,” she muttered as she left the room.

You’d already done your hair in loose curls so you were ready to go, as you looked at the clock and saw it was just about quarter after six.

You still had fifteen minutes to spare so you decided you’d sit in your room and listen to some music to calm your nerves for a bit.

You skimmed your collection, pulling out your copy of Please Please Me and placing it on the turntable.

You’d been too into the music when you heard a voice come from your doorway, “Didn’t peg you as a Beatles fan, I’ve heard they’re quite rubbish.”

You turned on your heel and there stood George, dressed to the nines in a black suit and tie, with a white undershirt.

You practically leapt into George’s arms, “Oh Geo! I’ve missed you!” You said into his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “And for the record, only the guitarist is rubbish,” you joked once you pulled away.

He laughed, “Oh trust me I know.” he said, looking you over. “You get all dressed up for me? What a treat.”

You blushed a light rosy colour, “Well its not every day you get to go out to dinner with a Beatle!”

He smiled, “S’pose you’re right there. Ready to go?”

You nodded and removed the record from the turntable and placed it gently back in the sleeve. “Hey, you think you could sign these for me so I can sell ‘em?” you joked.

He rolled his eyes, “Why anyone would want George Harrison’s signature is beyond me.”

“You’re probably the favourite, you know,” you said as you poked his side, causing him to jump.

“Hey—quit that!” He yelped, trying not to let out a laugh.

You laughed, forgetting how it felt to have him around, “I’ve missed you, Geo,” you murmured.

He looked over to you, a small smile on his face, “I’ve missed you too, love.”

He offered you his hand as he walked you down the steps in your house and held the door for you.

“Mum! I’ll be back later!” You called out to her, not waiting for a reply as you exited your house with George following you.

He held the passenger door open for you, allowing you to get in.

“Ever the gentleman, Mr. Harrison,” you said before he closed the door after you’d sat and buckled.

He got in the driver’s seat and looked over at you before starting up his car, “You look absolutely radiant.”

You blushed again, this time a more fierce red tone coming to your cheeks, “You dont have to flatter me, George.”

“Well of course I do!” he said, resting his hand on your knee as he started up the car and pulled away from the curb.

After a few moments of comfortable silence you spoke again, “Well you have to tell me everything, Geo! How’ve you been? How was Hamburg? What was America like? How-“

“Easy there, one question at a time,” he said, cutting you off with a laugh. “To start, I’m doing quite well, ‘ve got a flat in London, and we’ve been spending a lot of time recording. America was kind of loud, bit too much for my liking. And you know how Hamburg was, I was home after that tour.”

Your cheeks tinted a light red colour as you smiled sheepishly, “Oh, yeah I suppose you’re right, you did. But I meant what’s new with you, any gals you fancy?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Not really anything new, there was one a while ago but ‘m not sure she’d felt the same way about me.”

“Oh I’m sure that’s wrong! She’d be positively mad not to like you!” You said, though it almost pained you to give him dating advice.

“Don’t think so.” he paused, “So what about you? Whats been going on in the world of (Y/N)?”

You shrugged, “Nothing really, just university and a part time job at Loni’s record store.”

“No lads you fancy?” He questioned, wagging his eyebrows as he turned to look at you for a moment, surely only asking because you had asked him.

You shook your head, “Not in a while, last one was seein’ another girl the whole of our relationship so I’m swearin’ off men. At least until I’ve found one worth my time,” you answered.

He nodded in response, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You shrugged again, “‘s no big deal, wasn’t really givin’ him my full attention anyways.”

“That so? Who was gettin’ that then?” He asked, eyes on the road.

You looked at him for a bit before answering, “I put school first, as I should. ‘m close to graduatin’, y’know.”

You didn’t want him to know it was him, that he’d been the distraction. He always was. You just didn’t know why.

He hummed in response, giving your knee a small squeeze, “Good for you, love.”

You didn’t answer, the heat from his hand on your knee suddenly growing apparent.

“How’re the boys?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

“Good, driving me nutty though,” he said, as he pulled into the car park for the diner you’d be having dinner at.

You laughed, “Surely it can’t be that bad.”

He gave you a look once he’d parked the car, “You don’t know the half of it, love.”

He removed his hand from your knee with a soft pat and turned the car off, “Shall we?”

You nodded and opened your door to get out. George offered you his arm and the two of you walked into the diner you’d ate at together for as long as you could remember.

You were sat at a small booth in the corner so that no one would bother the two of you.

You’d already placed your order when you looked up to find George staring at you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joked.

He smiled at you, looking at you with pure happiness, and a spark of something else, though you weren’t quite sure what.

He reached over and grabbed your hands and held them in his own, “I’ve really missed you, (Y/N),” he mumbled.

You looked him in the eyes and smiled, “I missed you too, George. But don’t think I’ve forgotten that you left me here on my own for nearly two years.”

He sighed, “I know, I just—I couldn’t get away from it, I tried to get out, more than once. I just wanted to see you, wanted to hear your voice—anything.”

You watched as the boy you’d known since childhood begin to break. His face remained calm and collected, but his eyes told an entirely different story.

“I tried, I really did, (Y/N). I tried so hard, I couldn’t—“ He stopped himself, tears beginning to show.

“Oh George—please don’t cry, love, please. You’re here now, thats what matters,” you said, pulling your conjoined hands up to press soft kisses to the back of his.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head down on the table, “I feel like I’ve failed you, I’ve been a horrible person.”

“No you haven’t, George. I knew this would be difficult when you told me Hamburg went well. I knew our friendship would be difficult when you’re so far away from me,” you said, tracing little circles on the back of his hands with your thumbs.

He pulled his hands away to run them down his face, rubbing his eyes, “I don’t want to be apart from you again,” he stated.

You nodded, “I know, George, I don’t either,” you answered honestly.

The two of you sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company when you saw the waitress carrying two trays of food coming your way.

After she’d set the food down, the two of you began to eat.

You finished eating quickly and pulled out your wallet to pay for your meal before George put a hand over yours, “No, I asked you to dinner you’re not paying,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, “At least let me pay the tip then, Mister Quiet Beatle,” you said in a joking tone.

He chuckled at that, “Fine I suppose.”

After you’d paid, you grabbed your things and George put his arm around your waist as the two of you walked out together.

Having his hand on your side made you feel warm inside, and stirred feelings you thought you’d long forgotten.

He opened the car door for you once again, smiling brightly when you kissed his cheek in thanks.

The ride back was silent, but comfortable. George held your hand in his, something you’d always done—though it’d always sparked rumours when you were younger.

When you pulled back up to your house, he turned the car off and looked over to you, “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you, you’re the one who asked me to dinner, George,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

He shook his head, “No, thank you. not for dinner, just for, well, being you.”

You blushed, “Stop making me blush, Geo, you know red isn’t my colour.”

He smiled, “Really? I think it suits you,” he leaned over to press a kiss on your cheek, lingering for just long enough.

You closed your eyes, the feelings bubbling over once again as you tried to contain them.

It was silent for a moment or two after he’d pulled away, your hands still intertwined. “Would you like to come in? We can listen to that Chuck Berry album you used to love so much,” you asked, practically begging. You didn’t want the night to end.

He smiled wide, “Well how could I ever turn that down,” he said, releasing your hand as you both got out of the car.

You walked up to the door, George following closely behind you, so close you swore you could feel the heat radiating from his close proximity.

You opened the door to find your parents in the sitting room, they smiled widely upon seeing who you’d brought home.

“Georgie!” Your mother exclaimed, jumping up from the couch to wrap him in a tight hug.

Your father waved to the group of you from the couch, never much of a talker, “‘Ello, George!” he said with a wave as he turned back to the telly.

Once your mother had released George she smiled and offered the two of you some tea, which you politely declined, “No thanks mum, I think we’ll just be upstairs,” you replied.

She nodded and smiled, “Oh alright then! If you need anything just ask!” She said in a very cheerful voice, “It’s so nice to have you back, George.” She patted his arm before rejoining your father on the couch.

George smiled and thanked your mother and waved to your father before following you up the stairs to your room.

The two of you sat entirely too close to one another on your bed, listening to Chuck Berry is on Top for what was possibly the millionth time.

This time when it ended you grabbed one of your copies of With the Beatles. “‘M not signing that for you if thats what you’re going to ask,” George interrupted as you pulled it out.

You rolled your eyes and placed the B-side down on the turntable turning over your should to see George’s reaction.

“Oh God, not this one,” he muttered, falling back onto your bed as his voice came through the speaker.

You grinned, laying beside him on the bed, your bodies far to close for friends to be, which you became increasingly aware of.

“Oh c’mon George! It’s a good track!” You encouraged, poking his sides.

He laughed loudly, “Stop that!”

You continued, tickling him until he was gasping for air, laughing so loudly that you were sure anyone in the neighborhood could hear you.

Once he’d calmed down he turned to you with a shit-eating grin.

“What?” You asked.

The smiled remained on his face as he reached out to you, rolling himself over and straddling you.

Your eyes widened, your heart beginning to race. “George—what are you doing?” You managed to choke out.

He didn’t answer and he began tickling you, you gasped loudly letting out an obnoxiously unattractive snorting laugh.

“George! Stop it!” You yelled, writhing around trying to free yourself from his grasp.

He just laughed and continued tickling your sides, not planning to stop anytime soon.

After flailing around trying to get away from George for what felt like hours, you finally wiggled your way down between his legs, falling onto the floor with laboured breaths.

He looked down at you from your bed with a sinister smile, his canines on full display.

You just glared at him, sitting up on your carpeted floor.

“You can’t be mad, you quite literally just did the same thing to me,” he said, laying on his stomach on your bed.

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever,” you muttered as you stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

He rolled over onto his back so that he could look up at you from where he was laying.

You looked down at him, “What’s it like?”

He rose an eyebrow, “What’s what like?”

“To be famous, what’s it like?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Busy, lots of people in your business.”

You hummed in response, getting up to switch the record again, “I like the albums, George.”

He leaned his head back so that it was hanging off the side of the bed, looking at you upside down, “Y’do?”

“Of course I do, you lot are quite the performers,” you replied, pulling out your copy of Buddy Holly’s self-titled album.

“What’s your favourite track so far?” He asks, rolling onto his stomach and propping his chin on his hands so he could watch you.

“Hm, I quite like that one you sing on the first album, what’s it called again? Would you like to know a secret?” You answered, placing the album onto the turntable.

He smiled, “‘S alright, you should hear what we’ve got going in the studio right now.”

You turned and cocked your head, “Yeah? And what’s that?” You asked, coming back over to sit beside him.

He moves so that his head is laying in your lap, “Plannin’ a movie with a soundtrack ‘n all that,” he said, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“My best mate gonna be a movie star then?” You asked, smiling as you saw his mouth turn up in a smile.

“Somethin’ like that,” he murmurs.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before you speak again, “Y’know I thought you’d forgotten me, Geo,” you say quietly, your hand stilling on his forehead.

He opens his eyes when your hand stops moving, “‘Could never forget you, love,” he says, reaching up to grab your hand. “Wouldn’t dream of forgettin’ my first fan.”

You smile gently, “You aren’t allowed to leave with no contact anymore, alright?”

He nods, kissing the back of your hand, “‘Course not, you’ll have to come up and visit sometime,” he mumbles.

“I’d love that, you can show me all of London,” you said with a smile.

He smiles against your hand, “The boys would love to see you again I’m sure.”

You laugh lightly, “I’m surprised they even remember me, ‘s been so long.”

“You’re quite unforgettable, dear,” he replies, closing his eyes, completely relaxed.

You smile as you look down at him, your feelings stirring again.

You continued to run your hands through his hair as his head laid in your lap, his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted.

You stopped only once the music stopped, and George whined when you moved his head so you could swap the record again, this time opting for the B-side of Please Please Me.

The familiar chords of Love Me Do begin to play as you take your seat again, allowing George to rest his head on your lap again.

The two of you stayed like this, just enjoying the music, until your favourite song began to play.

You’ll never know how much I really love you

You’ll never know how much I really care

Your fingers tap to the beat as you close your eyes, completely taken by the song.

Listen, do you want to know a secret?

Do you promise not to tell?

Oh, closer

Little did you know that George was watching you, completely captivated by how taken you were.

Let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear

I’m in love with you

George reached up to grasp your hand, snapping you away from your trance, “You really like it that much, eh?” he asks.

You blush, realizing he’d been watching you, “Well, yeah, its a great song.” You meet his eyes, “Singer’s alright too, I guess.”

He laughs at this, “Can’t believe your favourite is one of the ones I sing.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He just smirks before closing his eyes and yawning, “What time is it?” He asks after he’d adequately stretched his body so half his torso was resting on your thighs.

You look at the clock on your wall and gasp, “How is it nearly two in the morning already! I have to work tomorrow morning!” You begin fussing, jumping up from your bed and grabbing stuff out of your closet to wear tomorrow.

While you do this George watches you from your bed, where he’s made himself comfortable under the blankets.

Once you’ve settled on what you’re planning to wear you turn to see George fast asleep in your bed, his soft snores melting your heart as his mouth is just barely parted.

You turn off your record player, putting your albums away before you take your dressing gown to the restroom to change and remove what little makeup you’d put on.

When you return George’s suit jacket has been thrown on the floor along with his trousers, leaving him in his white dress shirt and underwear.

You pick up his clothes from the floor and hang them up so they don’t get wrinkled, then make sure your alarm is set for tomorrow morning. once that is done you turn off your light and crawl into bed beside George, a normal occurrence many years ago.

You kiss his forehead and whisper a good night before tucking yourself under the blankets, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

[hanniiesuckle17]

Little Stars

A/n: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1.5K!!! THISMEANS SO MUCH TO ME SO HERES A LITTLE IMAGINES I WROTE OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD THAN K YUO GUYS AGain

(this is way longer than I thought it would be! also not edited lol sorry)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: maybe like one or two curse words, sexual tension??

Summary: Y/n is an up and coming artist. The problem is her collection deadline is one past up and coming. Lacking motivation since the job was assigned she is stuck the day before her deadline with no paintings or photos and thoroughly depressed. That is until shes see inspiration outside her window. Inspiration by the name of Lee Felix.

Genre: Fluff, strangers to ‘lovers’, 

✧

Empty. My brain was empty. I had two months. Two months to come up with a small exhibit for a local gallery I was signed to. Two months. For five paintings. Or photos. Or both. TOO MANY DECISIONS. Decisions...granted I should have made...two months ago. 

I sat near the biggest window in my apartment. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a natural glow on the stark white canvas. I just needed a theme. A subject. I know! I could do a five-part exhibition on tea kettles!

“Oh for pete’s sake, I’m going crazy,” I said head in my hands. 

I can’t paint teapots. Flowers are overdone. What the hell am I supposed to paint? This exhibition was a huge deal. I had nothing and my deadline was tomorrow night.

That’s it. I’m done. My short career is finished. I should just throw away all my paints and pencils and chalk and coal and trash all the canvases that littered my apartment. I glanced at my phone which sat a few feet away from me on a small wooden table littered with tubes of paint and jars filled with brushes and blades covered in paint. 

An hour had passed and I still had yet to touch my brush to the canvas. Groaning, I rested my forehead against the linen canvas. “Come on, Y/n. Search your artsy soul for inspiration.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine the canvas being filled by something beautiful. Something worthy of love and legacy. Something that could burn a hole in my life and set it on fire. Something to ignite my passion again.

When I opened them, of course, the canvas was still empty and my brain was too.

With the thousandth aggravated sigh of the hour, I sat up and looked out the huge window near me. My eyes caught on a flash of blonde hair. Down on the street, a boy with light hair and bright eyes was bouncing along with two other boys. They were joking around and laughing, as people who’s entire job wasn’t on the line would do. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

All of a sudden I could see the brush strokes of his hair on my canvas. The delicate lines of his eyes. I needed to paint him.

I launched myself out of the chair and rushed to the door. My feet took the stairs two at a time and I jumped the last three before sprinting out onto the street. My head turned in all directions trying to find the boy I saw from my window. Once again, I found his blonde mop bouncing and laughing down the street, away from my apartment.

“Hey!” I called out, running to catch up.

Good grief boys walk fast. “Hey! You! With the blonde hair!” At my words, the three boys turned around, astonished someone was running at them. After a few words, the boys started running away. “No! Wait! I need to talk to the Blonde Guy!” I yelled out of breath. Desperate, I ran after them. Thankfully they turned down an alley only a few feet away that I knew was a dead end.

I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. The three boys stared at me a little fearful. “Look, I just need to talk to Goldilocks. I saw him from my window and there was just something about you. It inspired me.”

“Well... yeah. We’re kind of famous. We get that a lot.” The boy with doe-like eyes and dark, almost black hair said like it was obvious. The boy with blonde hair elbowed him in the stomach making the other laugh.

“You’re famous?” I asked, finally standing upright. They looked between each other surprised.

“You don’t know who we are?” The youngest looking asked. He reminded me of a fox I painted once. “Sorry. We thought you were a crazy fan.” To be honest I hadn’t really been keeping up with the news or popular things lately. I had been holed up in my apartment trying to paint. “We’re from a group called Stray Kids. I’m Jeongin. The rude guy is Jisung, and that’s Felix.”

My eye immediately darted to the boy now known to me as Felix. “Felix...” I said looking him over. He was even more entrancing up close. He had soft sun spots dancing across his cheeks and nose that brightened up his face. Freckles. How cute. How different.

“Yeah...what’s your name?”

“Uh- I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” 

Jeongin’s eyes widened. “Hyung! Isn’t she that painter that Hyunijn likes? He dragged us to that gallery last year to see her stuff.” Jisung nodded and looked from me back to Felix. “Our friend loves your stuff. He made us take a bunch of pictures of him in front of it.”

“Oh, that’s awesome.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Felix, and he noticed. 

“Do you think we could like buy a painting off you? That would shut him up for like a solid six months.” Jisung said pulling out his wallet. “How much are we talking?”

“For something I have with me? Not in a gallery? Probably like....Fifteen.” I said, still quite distracted. My imagination was spiraling out of control with how I wanted to paint the boy in front of me. How I wanted to capture his image. Photograph him. 

“Fifteen bucks? Great! That’s awes-”

“Fifteen hundred.” 

Felix burst into laughter as the look on Jisung’s face fell. His hand was frozen, extended out in front of him, already prepared to give me fifteen dollars. My heart skipped a beat watching Felix’s bright grin. He practically glowed.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you choose any painting you want from my apartment and I’ll sign it for...Hyunjin, was it?” The boys nodded. “I’ll give it to you if Felix will help me finish my new exhibition. It shouldn’t take long. I’ll even-”

“Sure.” 

Felix shrugged with a small smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked me over with a soft and happy gaze. It seemed I intrigued him as much as he intrigued me.

“My apartment is just around the corner.”

“Cool. Just a heads up, I’ve never modeled except for like album jackets and stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The closer he got, the harder it was not to smile. Jisung and Jeongin were joking behind us, something about Felix finally getting into a pretty girl’s apartment, but it all kind of faded away as I walked back with Felix. I felt the passion to paint again burning in my stomach.

✧

Felix patiently waited as I opened the door to my apartment. When we entered I hastily cleaned up some random junk cluttering the counters as he looked around. There was nothing I could do about the multiple canvases lying in stacks all around the living room. 

“Wow. You are really good.” He said looking at a large canvas painted with bright and happy colors near my kitchen. Why did the compliment feel different coming from him?

“Thank you very much. I’ve had a bit of a dry spell recently.”

“For how long?” 

“Give or take three months.”

Felix chuckled and looked at the other paintings near him. While he explored my art-filled apartment, I set up my camera on a tripod near the window and adjusted the position of my easel. “So, how is this gonna work?”

“Um...I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never been inspired like this before. I really have no idea what medium I’ll end up using...so I’m sort of using...all of them.” Felix laughed again watching me frantically prepping everything I could possibly need. I didn’t miss the lingering stares he cast my way. 

“We’re doing photos? Should I like put on a base or something?”

“NO!” He was a little shocked at my outburst. He probably wasn’t used to being photographed without makeup. “Sorry. I just- I don’t want you covered up. I want to paint everything. Everything about you.” I looked to see a shy blush on Felix’s face as he came to stand near me by the window.

“So, I sit here?” He motioned to the windowsill, overlooking the street on which I discovered him. The light hit him perfectly, bouncing of his cheekbones and practically giving him a halo.

I nodded quietly and adjusted a few settings on my camera before returning to my easel. Felix looked at me with a smile. I laughed seeing he was trying to pose and stay very still. 

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll ask you to be still if I need to.” 

The sound of the camera clicking filled the apartment as Felix watched me paint him. The lines came easy to me as if I had painted him many times before. He watched as I painted the lines of his face and his eyes quickly appeared on the canvas, staring back at me just like he was. 

“Do you want some music? This will take a while. I’ve got five pieces to do.” Felix chuckled, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his eyes crinkling into crescent moons. 

“Music would be wonderful.” With a smile, I shoved my wet paintbrush behind my ear, streaking my cheek and possibly my hair, and shuffled over to turn on my stereo. Felix let a curious grin slip onto his lips. “Classical?” 

“Do you like it? It helps me focus.” He nodded and looked out the window. His eyes closed as the sound of soft violins floated through the apartment. “So, Felix, what’s your favorite book.” He was a little shocked at the random question, but that happy smile returned.

“Ummm...let’s see,” While he thought I continued painting, the basics of his face and form already done. I quickly painted the window and background so I could go back to focusing on the shadows and details of Felix’s face. My hands worked quickly, shading in the dark patches behind the cushions and curtains. 

“Peter Rabbit.”

“Like the kid’s book?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing! It’s just different. I knew there was something special about you.” I said with a laugh, grabbing a smaller brush and looking at the shadows behind Felix. He tilted his head, resting it on the window. 

“Why did you pick me?” 

The movement of my brush stopped. My eyes met the dark brown stare Felix held. He smirked noticing the heat rushing to my cheeks. “I thought you looked like a shooting star.” His eyebrows rose and he tried not to laugh.

“That’s quite the artist's answer.”

“Well, I am an artist.”

He chuckled and started playing with the edge of his sleeve. “So, a shooting star?” Again, I blushed. The painting was almost finished I just needed to finish the details of his eyes and cheeks. “Yeah. I don’t know. You just seemed so full of life. Something fleeting. Something...ephemeral.”

“Ephemeral? As in not lasting? What am I supposed to turn into dust after you’ve finished with me?” He laughed, his eyes crinkling. My eyes trailed down his cheeks to look at the stars dancing across his skin. The freckles scattered about his cheeks. Delicately, I began placing each and every spot as Felix told me about his life.

“It’s finished.” 

“Can I see?” He said jumping up from the window sill. I shook my head and grabbed the still wet canvas. “Come on, Y/n! Let me see!” He chased me around the living room trying to carefully grab the painting. I laughed when his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to him. 

“You can see it when the collection is complete! We have more art to make!” He laughed and let me place the painting away to dry. Together we walked over back to the window and he sat back down, watching me expectantly. 

I scanned through the photos the camera captured. They were fantastic. They were the perfect candids. I could edit these into black and white and it would be gorgeous. Felix came to look over my shoulder. He gasped at the pictures. 

“How the hell did you do that?” Felix gently took the camera and scrolled through the pictures. “Seriously. You were busy painting. How did you do this?” I shrugged and cleaned some of my brushes while he looked through the photos. 

“Sometimes it is not about the angle or the position. It’s just what the subject is doing or feeling.” I took the camera and scrolled to a certain picture. “Like this one.” Felix looked at the picture. It was him leaning against the window, his eyes crescents and aimed somewhere off frame. “Do you know when this was?” He shook his head and looked to me.

“When I called you a shooting star.” Felix looked at the photo again, seeing it in a new light. 

“So, what’s next?”

I felt so close to Felix. Like I had known him for years. Had it really only been a few hours? My eyes traced the lines of his shoulders and back. The perfect canvas.

“Can I...paint on you?”

His eyes widened for a millisecond and he let out a breathy laugh. “Have you done it before?” I shrugged and wiped my paint stained hands on my jeans. When I looked up he had moved a little closer.

“I’ve never really wanted to. Like I said, I don’t want to capture your image...covered up. It should be seen naturally.”

Felix smiled. “So, where are we doing this?” He said softly. My heart thumped against my chest. I pointed to an open space on the wood floor and he nodded. I grabbed some body paints I had lying around in a cabinet and brought them over to Felix. 

“Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” He nodded and slipped his shirt over his head. I motioned for him to lie on his stomach and he followed my instruction. Felix shivered when his tan skin touched the cool wood floor. 

“What got you into painting?” Felix asked, resting his head on his arms. I picked out the brush I wanted to start with. My palm rested on his shoulder as the brush hovered over his back. 

“I’m not really sure. You see...I really sucked at math.”

Felix let out the largest laugh, one that shook his whole chest. I took the opportunity to start painting. Soon his lower back was filled with swirling colors of blues and purples. “Is everything okay?” Felix asked, interrupting his own story.

“Yeah, just an awkward angle.” 

“You can adjust if you want to. I don’t mind.” My skin started to crawl when  Felix turned to me in the eye. Like he was inviting me to come even closer to him. He smiled at the blush on my cheeks before turning his head away. Hesitantly, I situated myself above Felix, slowly resting some of my weight on the lowest part of his back possible. I saw him smile when he felt my knees on either side of his hips. 

Felix continued his story about something one of his friends named Chan did the other night. The sound of his low voice mixed with the music still playing guided my brush like it had a mind of its own. When I looked at my work, a nebula with hundreds of little stars was born onto his skin.

“I think it’s done.”

Carefully, I got off of Felix and helped him up. I set the camera up again and it started taking pictures. Taking Felix’s hand I pulled him in front of the lens and positioned him with his back towards the camera. He watched me as I positioned his body, my hands unintentionally lingering on his shoulders.

Felix turned to me as I began to pull away. “I didn’t know art could be so intimate.” I looked down to see his hand on my arm, his body was slightly turned at the waist towards me and his eyes bore into mine. Never had I felt this passionate about something other than art. I liked Felix. A lot. More than I should admit after just meeting the man. “Is it supposed to be like this?”

I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice I stepped closer. “No,” His hand slid around the base of my back. “Maybe you are a shooting star. I couldn’t have wished for something this incredible.” He smiled and looked down at me.

“Can I kiss you? Sorry...I just-”

“You really didn’t have to ask.” Felix, let out a small laugh, almost a giggle, making me smile. My fingers traveled up his neck and into the edge of his blonde hair. “Well, are you gonna do it or are you gonna chicken out, Felix?”

“Oh shh.”

His lips tasted like strawberries. He was gentle and slow, like he was savoring every moment. When he pulled away I rested my forehead against his. “I do not regret putting off my work until the last minute.” He laughed, his eyes brightening and lighting up the whole room. 

✧

Standing in the gallery felt like a second home. My exhibition hung on the wall .It was one of my greatest yet. The gallery had given me an extension after seeing the semi-finished product. A group of rowdy boys walked towards me, a familiar and handsome face leading them.

“Y/n!” He called, running up and greeting me with a kiss. The other seven boys followed after him. One of the taller ones hung towards the back clearly nervous.

“You must be Hyunjin?” I asked reaching for his hand. His eyes widened and he shook my hand vigorously. His sharp features lifted into a grin and he laughed. “You might want to let go of my hand eventually.” 

“Oh. Sorry. I’m just such a big fan.”

“I know. Felix has told me all about you. I’ve got a painting signed for you in my car.” Hyunjin’s jaw dropped and I swear he almost fell backwards had Jisung not been there to catch him.

“So, what is your collection called?” The boy Felix pointed out to me as Chan asked. Felix proudly wrapped an arm around my waist as I guided the group to the first piece.

“It’s called Little Stars.” Felix, blushed when I lightly pinched his cheek. The boys marveled at the first painting. It was one of Felix sitting in my window. It was the only piece in color. We moved on to the second piece. The photo I had shown Felix of him smiling. 

The next photo was a frame I had cropped to show just his eyes. Even in black and white Felix still managed to bring color and life with just a single look. “Wow, Felix! I had no idea you were this cool looking!” Minho said, marveling at the photograph. Felix kicked him as we moved forward. 

The second to last photo showed the painting I did on Felix’s back. He was completely turned away from the camera, but you could see my hands on his shoulder and waist. I had edited the photo so just my hands and arms were seen. Felix smiled and kissed the top of my head before the both of us led the group to the exhibit finale.

“DAMN FELIX!” Jisung yelled.

“Jisung. We are in an art gallery. Don’t yell.” Chan scolded.

“Sorry, but Felix got game.”

I laughed and looked at the photo; it was my favorite. Felix was half turned towards me but you could still see the nebula and stars on his back, his hand was gripping my waist tightly and he smiled down at me, our foreheads pressed together. You could see my fingers pulling away from the base of his hair, giving movement to the photo.

“This is incredible, Y/n.” 

“Well, it’s all you so I should say so.” He kissed my cheek with that bright smile of his. “You really are my shooting star. I’m getting everything I could ever wish for.”

✧

Requests are open, my lovelies!

Masterlist

[itsnsfwalways]

Canyon Moon

A/N: WELCOME TO THE CANYON MOON FIC ! The chapters have to be split up and cut a lot shorter bc of sizing limits but I’m hoping you guys will still like it.

FIC MASTERLIST

WARNINGS FOR CHP. 1: swearing, mild drug use (weed)

CHAPTER ONE: the world’s happy waiting

The ocean has always been a calming place for you. Any body of water, really. The lapping of thewaves, the smell of salt, the course feeling of sand between your toes. It felt like home. So when you moved to Malibu, you found yourself lying on the beach until 4 am most nights, sometimes sleeping, but more often than not listening to music and writing.

Working as a songwriter for mostly just your friends, or as a fill in whenever someone wasn’t there, you were constantly writing. It was a lot easier to get deeper that way for you, not having to worry about sharing your secrets, and being able to mask it in other people’s voices. That being said, you had journals upon journals of your own songs. They were just for you, and occasionally your best friends, but it was something you were really proud of. After writing for the past 6 years, you’d like to think they were pretty good.

You’d gotten to your little spot around an hour ago, parking your pride and joy, an orange and yellow remodeled VW bus, which also functioned as your room most nights when you wanted to be out here, next to the sand.

The vibrant sunset had since dulled into a deep purple color, but it was still fairly light out. A small bonfire was lit in front of your blanket, keeping you a little extra warm even though it was still 70°.

Strumming your guitar, you moved away from the rock you were leaning against, a car’s headlights snapping you out of the haze you always got when you were out here. And also those two joints you had smoked already.

You raise your eyebrows at the fucking bright yellow Ferrari, hoping they were just stopping for a second.

Your prayers were ignored as a guy stepped out, a hoodie pulled over his head.

Shrugging your shoulders, you continue to play mindlessly, making up different melodies before creating a new one on top it.

Mr. Ferrari starts making his way over to you, which sends a flutter through your chest.

“Hey, just so you know, if you’re going to kill me, I’ve always wanted to die listening to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac,” you yell, grabbing your phone from your bag just in case.

The guy stops for a second and lets out a laugh.

“Definitely not trying to kill you,” he chuckles, and, oh, he’s British.

He comes closer and you come face to face with one of the prettiest people you’ve ever seen. Wearing a black hoodie with the words “Treat People With Kindness” embroidered on it, that’s cute, a pair of grey slacks, which you wouldn’t necessarily think of for beach attire, but he makes up for it by completing the look with no shoes.

“Do y’have a lighter I could borrow? Damn thing ran out and the gas station is just far away enough for it to be annoying.”

You laugh at that and nod, tossing him a random one from your bag.

“I feel that. I’m Y/N. Where you from?” You bluntly ask, because hey, he’s cute.

“Manchester, originally. Live near here now. You mind?” He asks, and you nod, scooting over to let him sit.

You’re hit with the smell of vanilla, leather, and just rich as he plops himself down, leaning against a rock a few feet away from you.

He points to your guitar, lips curled around the joint for a second before he inhales and asks,

“How long you been playing? Liked what you were doing earlier.”

You blush at this, barely remembering what you were doing.

“I have no fuckin clue. 14 years? Got my first guitar at 8 and fell in love.” You over exaggerated hugging your guitar, getting another laugh out of him, before you spit out,

“Oh, and thank you! I don’t really remember what I was doing to be honest. Just get in the zone sometimes. Do you play?”

He looks surprised at this, looking at you closely for a second.

“Uh, yeah, little bit. Been trying to learn more recently and kind of get my skills up.”

“Good for you! If you ever wanna play together, I’m literally always here. You sharing?” You smile, looking at his face in the orange light. His cheekbones are illuminated perfectly and you feel your throat go dry.

He nods and hands it to you, watching as you press the filter to your lips.

“What did you say your name was again?” You rack your brain and cannot remember him introducing himself.

“Didn’t. Harry, sorry that was a bit rude,” He mumbles, and you look at him funny.

“Are you like an FBI agent, Harry? Why so secret? And harassing young girls on the beach at night? With a fucking Ferrari? Come on, man, what’s your secret?” You tease, bumping your elbow into his side.

He laughs, shoving you with his shoulder lightly.

“Only harassing that’s going on is you interrogating me. But if I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll leave right now. I should probably go, actually.” He rants, suddenly moving to get up. You turn your body quickly and lay your legs in his lap so he can’t move.

“You’re dumb. Secret, please?” You smile, blinking up at him.

He scoffs, shaking his head with a small smile, and pauses to run a hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath in before saying,

“I’m a musician, so that’s where the car and secret beach trips come in. I’m actually just starting to write for my next album, and I’m hitting a rut.”

“Oh shit, that’s what’s up! You’ll have to show me your stuff sometime. Sorry that I don’t know you, I’ve been living on the road for awhile so I listen to a lot of oldies. Plus, with hippie parents you don’t hear a lot of new music,” You explain, gesturing to your van.

He looks at you for a second before shaking his head, smiling to himself.

“What?” You grin, shoving his knee with your foot.

“You’re something else, s’all.”

“So I’ve been told.” A giggle falls from your lips as you lay down on the blanket, legs still in his lap, guitar now discarded to the side.

Looking up at the stars starting to form, you feel his gaze on you. Trying to figure out who this chick was, what stories she had, what witty remark was just past her lips.

“Question.” You say, propping your head up. Your hand finds it’s way on the back of your skull and you feel the blanket shift slightly underneath your elbow.

“Answer,” He responds with the same tone, tapping your knees with his fingertips.

“Would you wanna come with me so I can get a tattoo?”

He stops for a second and stares at you.

“Like, right now? You got an appointment?”

You grin and move off of him, ruffling his hair.

“Even better. I got cool friends.”

He takes his time packing up all your stuff, being as cautious enough to remind you not to cover the fire with sand in case someone stepped on it.

“This is my beach, Ferrari. No one comes here. Except handsome British guys, apparently.”

He looks up from the ground, where he’s stuffing your towel into your bag, and throws you a smirk.

“Thanks, baby. You’re gorgeous as well,”

“Blegh. Let me come introduce you to Sunflower,” you fake shudder at the pet name and he grins, pinching your side so he can laugh at your little jump.

You lead him over to your van, opening up the side door to show off your renovated home.

The entire thing was orange with white trim, big yellow sunflowers painted on the sides. The ceiling inside was painted a dark blue, the walls painted yellow.

A meditation rug was lying on the floor, a light brown wood flooring that matched the cabinets attached to the ceiling.

Your bed was all the way in the back, a simple white comforter on it. A mirror hung next to it, attached to the bathroom door. There was a small kitchen counter complete with a sink and a stovetop next to it. A small table folded out behind the drivers seat where a lounge area was located, orange cushions and fairy lights decorating the little couch.

All in all, it was a tiny fucking house in a car and you treated it like your baby.

“This is fucking sick,” he says, looking at the different artwork, posters, and decorations hanging all over the walls and cabinets.

“Thanks! Did it myself. Spent all summer working on it a few years back, I’m damn proud of it.”

There’s a pause for a second, trying to figure out how to best work this out.

“I’m cool to just leave my car here if you’re down to drive me. We’re going to one of my guy friends’ studio about thirty minutes from here,” you suggest, having a feeling Harry wouldn’t be down to leave his car here, no matter how secluded it was.

“Uh, okay. Should I be worried? Who knows what scoundrels you hang out with?” He teases, watching you go into the van to grab some things.

You glance back at him, laughing, before your breath catches in your throat. He’s since removed his hoodie and is left in a white tank top with small black print on the rib cage. Making a mental note to figure out what it says later, your eyes can’t help but drift to his arms. Illuminated in the car light, his biceps bulge as he rests his hands on the roof, leaning forward slightly into the car.

His tongue traces along his teeth, landing itself in his cheek as he watches you check him out.

“See something you like?” He asks, raising his eyebrows like he’s genuinely curious.

Your eyes flick back to his smirking face and you blink for a second, before responding with,

“Yeah, was trying to figure out what asshole uses a word like ‘scoundrel’ in 2018, what the fuck, Harry?”

He barks out a laugh and brings his fist up to his mouth to cover it, the other one coming down to hold his stomach.

“When you are done appreciating my humor, I need to change real quick. Spin around, please,” You come up from your squat and pull off your sweatshirt, not waiting for him to do that.

“Jesus, Y/N,” He exhales, spinning around and looking up at the sky.

“What? I gave you a warning,” you giggle, sliding your sweatpants down to slip into a pair of black volleyball shorts.

“By about half a second!” Harry exclaims. “You’re killing me.”

“Sorry, superstar, nobody is exempt from special treatment here.” You roll your eyes at yourself, what the fuck are you even saying.

“Mkay, you’re good.”

Harry spins around, eyes taking in your new outfit.

On top of your shorts was a giant Stevie Nicks shirt, one from her White Winged Dove tour.

“Shit, you might be a bigger Stevie fan than I am, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Fuck, you have no idea. My dad went to the fucking final show of this tour and met my mom in the crowd during Dreams. My mom made him play it when I was born because she swore Stevie brought me to them.”

You catch him staring at you and turn your head away, cheeks burning because you’re rambling and need to shut the fuck up.

He clears his throat and takes a breath before starting.

“Promise not to kill me when I tell you this?”

Holding your hand to your burning cheeks, you murmur,

“No.”

“Y/N!” Harry exclaims, finally coming in the van to tickle you.

“Okay, okay, I promise not to kill you,” You mock, waving your hands around.

“I was lucky enough to sing one of my songs with her along with Landslide and Leather and Lace.”

You drop your bag onto the ground as your jaw drops.

“Shut up. I don’t believe you.” You cross your arms over chest. “I don’t know if I’d be angrier if you’re lying or if it actually happened. Holy shit am I jealous.”

“Oh, I was crying onstage, losing my shit. She is, everything. Dreams was the first song I learned the words to, yknow? She truly is a magical being.”

“God. I’m definitely looking you up later because who the fuck sings one of THEIR songs with Stevie Nicks.” You sigh, leaning over to grab your bag and Doc Martens.

“Oh god.” Harry laughs, running a hand through his hair again, looking at you really intensely for a second.

“Not to sound like a dick, but do you really not know who I am?”

“I mean if you need your ego boosted I can lie?” You offer, before dropping the witty responses.

“But no, sorry. Like I said, I just.... don’t really listen to new music, and if I do it’s always my friends or some indie shit with an overused beat.” Harry laughs at that and you smile, yes, he’s not weirded out.

“Don’t apologize, please. I just, can’t be too sure, yknow? People like to use you, especially here. And you’re just a little too perfect to be true,” he sighs, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

Placing you hands on his chest, you look at him for a second before leaning forward and whisper in his ear,

“My tattoo awaits me, baby. Let’s go.”

He groans and leans his head on your shoulder, before letting you go and grabbing your bag for you.

Such a gentleman, you think to yourself, locking up Sunflower.

“Does your car have a cool name?” You ask, after buckling you, fingertips appreciating the rich black leather seat.

“Nope, but I’m good at nicknames. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say normal terms of endearment aren’t your thing?” He asks, making eye contact with you for a quick second as he puts his arm behind your seat before stretching slightly to look behind him as he pulls puts the car in reverse.

Looking up for a quick second, you remind yourself to breathe.

“You would be correct. Gotta use your brain if you wanna get me all jittery,” you tease, fanning yourself over exaggeratedly.

He gives you a side eye and smirks at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth and raising his eyebrows, as if to say, game on.

“So where am I going?” He asks, starting to drive away from your special spot.

“Let us ask the oracle!” You hold out your phone like a trophy, before laughing to yourself and bringing up Google Maps.

Propping your phone up in the cupholder, you sit cross legged in just your socks in his seat, fidgeting with your hands for a second.

“I’m kind of intrigued on who you are now. What’s your story?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

Harry glances over at you, eyes drifting to your bare legs for a second.

“Well, the short version, I guess, is I grew up in a little town in England with my mum and my sister, applied to X-Factor when I was 16, got put into a band called One Direction with four other lads, released couple albums with them until end of 2015. Then did a movie called Dunkirk, wrote and released my first solo album, and toured it. Just got back from tour about a month ago, actually.”

You look at him blankly for a second, and he shifts in his seat, removing one of his hands from the wheel to place it on the armrest.

“Holy SHIT am I unaccomplished,” you exclaim, hitting him in the chest.

“Hey!” he yells, but you cut him off.

“How many fucking albums is a couple? And how old are you, my god. That is impressive.”

“I’m 24, that probably should’ve been said before we’re alone in a car together. And 5 albums, in 5 years. Nearly killed us.”

“I’m 22. Damn, dude, that’s insane. It sounds like they horribly overworked you and I am hoping you were generously compensated and had a bit of musical freedom. I know how the music industry can be with boy bands.”

He nods for a second, licking his lips slightly, trying to figure out how to phrase his response.

“I’m not going to lie, there are some definite perks and I am so incredibly lucky to just be able to do what I love as my job.” His fingers find their way to his bottom lip, pinching it slightly. “It was fun, I mean, you throw a bunch of teenagers together and give them celebrity status? We were insane, and I enjoyed it. But.... it felt like I wasn’t a person anymore. I was just ‘Harry Styles from the boyband One Direction’.”

“I don’t necessarily understand but I think the fact that you came out this respectful and real says something. You seem to have your shit properly together, and, even if you don’t, you got back from tour two months ago! You deserve some relaxation. The world’s happy to wait for you to find yourself a little.”

Pausing for a second, you place your hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly before swearing,

“I hope you know I’m being genuine about not knowing you and latching on for fame. I’ll let your parents know my intentions with their son are all very pure.”

He laughs at that, glancing at you again,

“I appreciate you saying that. This life is wonderful, like I said, but it’s very stressful and puts pressure on every relationship. There’s always going to be stories or photos and rumors spread like wildfire.”

You shift in your seat, understanding that this was a very serious issue for him.

“Listen, I’ll let you know up front that that doesn’t bother me. I’ve dated musicians and know the life, I get it. I think you’re cool and that we could have a fun time experiencing real life together. But before we do that, you need to have fun and let everything the fuck GO. I’ll promise you right now, if you let me stick around, you’ll experience what life is. No fame or pining for success bullshit, no offense, but there’s no need for it. If you’re happy doing what you’re doing, no one can tell you you’re not successful.” Harry stops the car at a red light and fully turns to look at you.

He exhales harshly before grinning. “You are a breath of fresh fucking air, Y/N. I think you’re going to change my life, if I’m being honest here.”

“Here’s hoping,” you grin.

A/N: THE OFFICIAL FIRST CHAPTER IS UP !!! I’m hoping you guys will come to love this fic as much as I do. I’ll try to find a writing schedule that works with you guys and my work schedule, so sorry if chapters take a little bit to come up. This is going to be a looooong fic, so buckle up, turn that old lover’s hippie music on, and enjoy !!

- lana <3