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heyidkyay · 10 months ago

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Fifteen

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: Honestly loved writing this one! Lots of tension, so many emotions! First scene has a few flashbacks in italics so watch out! Hope you enjoy x

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Masterlist

A list of things I remember about last night:

George buying a fan a bottle of champagne.. then four more for the table. He’d been six shots in and feeling more than a little generous.

Matty and I out in the smoking area, whispering back and forth, then giggling as we tried to knick a lighter from the back pocket of this big burly bloke trying to chat up the blonde beside us.

Hann leaving early but with smiles for all of us and the promise of seeing Adi and I again soon!

Finn’s text saying that Teddy was fast asleep and all fine- an utter reassurance not just to me, but seemingly Matty too, who’d cooed over the picture I’d received alongside it.

Matty dragging me out onto the dance floor when a certain song had come on, his hands on my waist, mine tangled in his hair, the lights bright, the music loud..

The last round of shots, or one of?

Ross standing on a table??

Adi then slipping out with Ross- note to self, text Adi!!

And then…

Then the cab ride home!

But, I supposed it wasn’t headed home, or at least not mine, because now that I thought about it, dizzying images of awkward fumbles in the dark, searching for a light switch, hastily turned into a terrible attempt at trying to scrounge up some food, only a little less drunk than what we’d been when we’d left the club. But then even those soon spun and fluttered away, moving onto heavy hands and heated looks…

I froze, taking in the unfamiliar feel of the bed sheets beneath me and the weight of an arm thrown around my waist. How suddenly the skin beneath it felt hot at the realisation of its touch. I allowed my wide eyes to wander, holding my breath, the remnants of sleep quickly slipping from me as worry overwhelmed it. I saw the cemented walls, the soft hues, the sunlight which flickered in through the far window.

I didn’t know this place, but at the same time I felt as though I did.

I let my eyes fall close again, only briefly, when I finally allowed myself a moment to breathe, inhaling slowly so as to not stir the man settled behind me.

Fuck.

And that was all that would come to mind because I was panicking now. It felt like I had been dropped into a black hole head first, or some other kind of alternate reality- or maybe even five years in the past! Because this couldn’t be happening. It had to be a dream.

But my thoughts kept on betraying me.

“Don’t run from me.” He whispered in the dim light of his kitchen as his fingers skittered over the length of my jaw, gently coercing me into meeting his gaze once again.

We’d been making toast, he’d only had a spoonful or so of butter left but had latched onto the idea the second we’d walked through the front door, the cab having not long left us. He’d pulled jams and spreads from high cupboards to goad me into it too, and I could do nothing but stand there and watch on, perfectly content and with a permanent smile etched into my face.

He’d patted the countertop beside him not long after finding a new loaf of white bread in the tin, gesturing me on round to sit on its top whilst he got to work.

“What do you fancy?” He’d asked me, plopping a slice into his sleek toaster, one which looked a decade newer than my own.

“You decide.” I had gambled, happy to just watch him laugh whilst he worked, licking his thumb free of chocolate and swearing under his breath when the butter finally ran dry.

On the plate I’d then been handed, sat four sections, each one a different spread to the other. He’d grinned up at me when he had passed it over and had watched on as I’d chuckled and picked a slice up.

“Blueberry, fine choice.” He’d hummed, his drawl deep and tinged with a faint hint of amusement. I’d shrugged, sheepish for some reason, and licked at the corner of my mouth to swipe the crumbs away from the bite I had just taken.

“Didn’t even know it existed.” I’d told him truthfully, taking another bite before reaching out to have him try.

His movements had been careful at that, as though he’d been surprised by the offer, but then he’d let me feed him and had grinned around the sweet taste.

“Good?” I’d asked him, already moving to withdraw my hand before his fingers caught around my wrist. I'd blinked, confused and slightly startled by the suddenness of the gesture, but his hold hadn’t been harsh or hurtful, merely just that, a hold.

He had nodded at me in answer to my question, but then he’d taken the bitten slice from my grasp to place down somewhere on the counter.

“Matty?” I'd heard myself say.

He’d merely stepped on closer, “You have something.” His voice gruff.

He had lifted his free hand up towards my face, the other still caught on mine, and let the pad of his thumb brush away the tiniest piece of jam my cheek had caught. I’d felt my breath catch at the motion, somewhere in the very back of my throat, and then swallowed thickly at the sight of him placing the same finger into his mouth, sucking it clean.

I’d looked away, feeling the fierce rush of alcohol and embarrassment heat my face.

“Don’t run from me.”

His fingers still touched me now, even as he slept on, completely oblivious to the chaos that was my mind, the world that had continued on around us.

What would they say? What would they think?

Slowly, I forced myself to start moving, unable to continue lying in a bed that wasn’t my own. I hated myself a little for the fact that it was his, something deep inside of me knowing that this would’ve been so much easier had it simply been a stranger.

I lifted his hand from around my waist first, ever so careful not to have him stir, then silently slipped from between the sheets, my legs sliding out first before I willed my torso to follow.

I picked up the first thing I saw from off of the floor, the white shirt he’d been wearing the night before, and pulled it on over my shoulders. My eyes skittered about the rest of the space, taking in everything that made up Matty’s room whilst simultaneously trying to find the dress I’d arrived in the night before.

“I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel like you do.” He murmured into the space between us, my legs pressed against the counter top and dangling either side of his hips, his fingers grasped my chin, mine cuffed somewhere around his wrist.

“It’s fucking maddening.” He continued on in the hushed tone he'd adopted, though no one was around to hear him had he spoken any louder, “I keep pulling away when I feel I get too close, scared you might push me away completely. ‘Cause what would I do then? Where would that leave me?”

I could feel the blood rushing in my ears and the way that my hands would surely shake if they weren’t already clinging to him. “I don’t understand, Matty.”

He smiled at me and I watched the way his eyes trailed their way across my face. I’d always liked his eyes. “I know. And that’s what kills me, ‘cause I don’t reckon you’ll ever think I’m enough.”

Enough.

It threw me.

“You’re enough, what on Earth are you on about? Of course you’re enough.”

He shook his head at me ever so softly, with a sad smile this time around, whilst I dipped my own head to be nearer to his, wanting him to believe me. Willing him to.

“Matty-”

I was ripped away from the memory by the shuffling of sheets and stood in horror, barefoot in the middle of his bedroom, as the bed creaked with a slight movement. I held my breath, hands clutching at the buttons of the gaping shirt.

He sniffed unhappily, hands searching as he turned, but then was lured back into sleep.

I gave a stuttered exhale, heart pounding so hard it should’ve surely hurt, before continuing on with my search. I didn’t get too far though, not with my shaking hands and laboured breaths, the anxiety of it all overwhelming me now.

I could feel the pricking of tears that welled in my eyes, the stinging tingle of my nose as I fought not to cry. Why? The only question worth repeating, over and over and over. Why the fuck had I gone and fucked this all up?

“Mouse?”

My head shot up, startled by the suddenness of his voice and the realisation that I’d cowered into the wooden chair sat on the wall nearest to the window. Matty shifted in the sheets, sleep clouding his mind before I choked on a questionable sob and he was all but tumbling his way on over to me, catching on bed linens and fumbling across the floor.

“I need you to know, okay?” He whispered to me in the quiet of the kitchen, his wary face now cradled in the palms of my hands whilst his soft eyes stared back at me, mirroring an emotion I felt but couldn’t quite recall. “‘Cause, I don’t reckon I could say this whilst sober.”

“Know what, Matty?”

My fingers dug into the skin of my arms.

“Mouse, you hearin’ me?”

His voice sounded so different now, laced with a gruff edge I’d only ever heard during late night phone calls when he’d stayed too late at the studio and wanted company. There was an urgency to his tone now.

“Squeaks, just lemme know what I can do.” Matty rushed out, his face wrinkled with worry whilst his hands faltered, unsure whether or not to touch. “Please.”

Another sob ripped its way through me.

“I’m sorry.” I told him in earnest, crying hard enough now that I had to have been gasping to breathe, “I’m sorry, I, I just- I don’t know what to do now. I’m sorry, Matty. So sorry.”

He didn’t reply, didn’t say a word actually. Just moved to cradle me close, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as though that would hold me together, his body shielding my head from the rest of the world.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Matty murmured, so much like he had the night before but only sadder now. “Nothing at all.”

–

She was embarrassed. That much he knew.

Could feel the way she shied away from him now that she had calmed, still hidden away in his arms. He hated himself for it. He wanted to hate what had gone down last night too, but couldn’t bring himself to. What good would it do him now? Hate, always so stuck on it.

“Mouse.” He called out to her softly, after the quiet had been stretched and pulled far too thin. He swallowed thickly, “Let’s make some tea, yeah?”

He must've surprised her with his response because she glanced up at him almost unconsciously, but as soon as their eyes met hers were quick to dart away again.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, stare trained on the farthest wall. Matty licked at his bottom lip, still crouching in his position by the chair he had in the corner, moving his hands to now gently rest them by the knobs of her knees.

He’d never been good at shit like this. Comfort.

He always got stuck in this place between panic and unease, forced to commit to empathising with another person and suspending his own agenda. It made him feel like he needed to make things better then and there, if only to save himself the strain of dealing with emotions.

That, and his mind was still so bleary due to the abrupt wake up, his heart still clenched to the point of exertion due to the spear of anxiety she’d propelled right through him.

“We can talk there, alright? Just, don’t leave just yet. Please?”

He felt bad for even asking her to stay but he knew her far too well, could see how desperate she was to run now, to escape her feelings and everything that had brought this moment to an abrupt head.

“Please?” Matty repeated even softer than he had before and was thankful when she finally nodded, a small thing he might not have seen had he blinked, but a nod nonetheless. “Okay.” He breathed out, something in him settling now that he knew she wouldn’t be making a run for the hills, “Okay, I’ll get a start on it then. You can have a look through them drawers over there, yeah? Find something, whatever, I don’t mind.”

He saw the bob of her throat as she swallowed and lingered on the motion until she nodded again.

By the time he’d made it out into the kitchen he was all but kicking himself, cursing as he tried to keep his temper in check. Of all the things he could have fucking done last night, why did he have to go and fuck the one good thing in his life up? She’d never fucking forgive him for this, even if she realised what had actually gone down and not what she’d just conjured up in that pretty little head of hers.

Matty channelled his regret and sorrowful mood into hammering a pair of teabags into two empty mugs, figuring it to be the only way he could vent without banging everything about. He flicked on the kettle and moved to the fridge to pull the milk out, listening to it begin to boil instead of the stuttering of his pulse.

He only realised he’d been glaring a hole into the tiled wall when the thing finally whistled and the soft pad of shuffling feet echoed across the kitchen floor. Matty couldn’t help the way his head turned to find her.

“Hungry?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes, and although his voice was barely above a murmur it still felt too loud. She simply shook her head. Which was just as well really, he didn’t think he could even stomach this brew the way he was strung so tight.

He dipped his chin in retort, ringing the two tea bags out before turning back to face her again. He paused when he found that her eyes were locked on the counter she’d been sat on the night before, Matty’s mind immediately flashed back to the skin of her thighs beneath his hands, the dip of her waist, the gentleness she’d held his face with, both the longing and sadness in her eyes when she told him he was enough.

He had wanted to scoff then, now even, but he’d never do that to her. If she thought he was worth even a fraction of the attention she gave him, then he’d take it. He was selfish in that regard, and couldn’t afford to waste anything she gifted him.

Christ, he sounded like a proper nut. How’d he let himself get so fucking gone on this girl?

Truthfully, he hadn’t even realised the depth of it until right then.

And now he had to be an actual grown-up and sort out the mess he’d made of things before he even got a chance to try to riffle through his messy array of feelings and their slow rising alarm bells. Another time- another day, even.

Matty cleared his throat as gently he took the seat beside her on the trio of barstools he had lined up on one side of his kitchen island, then faltered slightly, “Um, you good here or you wanna like, move to the settee or somethin’?”

She shook her head, hands careful as she moved to cradle the mug he’d just slid on over to her. He noticed how she moved her gaze from the counter down to the milky brew when he sat.

“Right,” He muttered, “alright.”

It was stupid, to feel so fucking incompetent then. In a moment he really should have been able to find the right words. Because Matty, somehow, had run out of things to say. And it was an accomplishment in itself, that he had to note, he wasn’t one to ever really be at a loss for words. But then again, Mouse was the biggest anomaly he’d faced so far.

He cleared his throat again and decided to just sip at his tea, noting that it was nicer than the usual scalding hot coffee he’d gulp down on his way out each morning.

Mouse went to open her mouth again, he saw the movement just out of the corner of his eye, and Matty already knew what she was going to say.

“Don’t,” He rushed out, though not unkindly. “No need for sorries, yeah?”

Her jaw snapped swiftly shut and she huddled in on herself slightly, staring back into the swirl of her brew. Matty immediately felt guilty.

He licked at his lower lip, feeling a cut there beneath his tongue just as a silence settled once more, one that was all the more suffocating.

He figured he’d best just get it over with, because at least then he’d be put out of the itching longing he had to end the quiet.

“I just,” He immediately paused, noting the way she had tilted her chin towards him at the sound of his voice, he coughed lightly then tried again. “Last night,” She tensed, and God, he had to steel himself further at that, “Nothing happened, alright? Well, yeah, I mean, fuck. Shit happened, but like we didn’t have sex or anything, I wouldn’t do that to you, Squeaks. You were drunk. It’d be a shitty move, yeah? So, just, if that’s what you’ve been worrying about, then..”

Matty glanced over at her wearily, internally wincing at the fucking stumble he’d made of things there, he found that her head was better turned towards him now, although her eyes still remained low. He watched her lips part, then quiver as though she was unsure of her response.

He let her have a minute.

“You were drunk, too.”

It didn’t sound like an accusation but felt a little like one. Still, he kept his head. “Not enough to not remember.”

The skin between her brows knitted, Matty could practically see the whirl of her many moving thoughts.

“I was naked.”

It took all his strength not to splutter at that, because he’d been trying his fucking hardest not to linger too much on that fact. Or how the sight of her in his clothes, even now, sent something stirring through his gut.

“Yeah,” Once again clearing his throat, Matty took another stilted breath, “Though to be fair, you’d had a shower then fell asleep like that after I said I’d be quick about mine.”

His eyes flickered outwards, unable to look at her then, thinking back to the sight she’d made all sprawled out on his bed, face softened by sleep and the duvet pulled over most of her waist.

“I didn’t see much,” He felt the need to add, because she was obviously a little torn up about it from the way she was wringing her hands, and knew for a fact that Mouse had a shit fucking perception of herself too. The way she breezily commented on her body and the scars that marred her face gave way to that fact, although most wouldn’t pick up on it, and he had realised quite early on that she didn’t either. Matty supposed he must have his rehab therapist to thank for that little enlightenment.

He chuckled lightly when the image of her rippled to the forefront of his mind, clinging to the duvet with a strength no unconscious person should probably have. “You practically cocooned yourself in the covers anyway, threw a proper fit when I tried to steal some of it back.”

She smiled then, a tiny thing, mind, but a smile nonetheless. And that alone at least eased his mind a little bit.

“Thinking back, I probably should’ve just slept in the guest room but I was almost dead to the world. Sorry.” He was sincere in his apology, it’d been a misstep on his part, he just hadn’t been thinking. Hadn’t expected her to react so badly either.

“No need.” She said then, her voice a little more confident now as she mimicked his earlier words, “I shouldn’t, well, I shouldn’t have just assumed.”

Matty rolled his eyes and finally chanced a glance back over at her, so very pleased to see her looking back. Even then in that moment, after a right scare, fucking sobbing her heart out, and only just having woken up, she looked blinding.

He didn’t know if he had ever described a girl quite like that, or anyone really. But it felt too true to not shine a light to.

He internally chastised himself again- did ageing make you soppy or some shit? The fuck was he on.

“Yes, you should have. I’d’ve done the same, anyone would’ve.” He chuckled instead, loving the way her sheepish smile only curved up on the one side. “Least now we know you’d be fuckin’ mortified if I ever tried anything on.” He tried to joke, but it fell flat.

Squeaks swivelled her seat round to knock her knees against his own, then wrapped her cold feet around his ankle, “I was- I just haven’t, you know..” Matty arched a single brow, still rather pleased with their newfound position, his eyes lingering on the way her borrowed shirt slipped down to expose the majority of her collarbone. “.. slept with anyone in a while, and yeah, I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to go and ruin anything we have with a drunken mistake.”

Matty’s heart faltered. Felt it fucking implode and then shrivel up inside his chest. Mistake.

He fought hard to keep his mask in place, smiling away. He sipped at his brew to keep the sudden sickness that jilted his stomach at bay then patched his bleeding heart back up. “How long’s a while?” He teased, smirking felt easier than a smile anyway.

It was her turn to roll her eyes at him then, laughing softly when she retracted her gaze, though their legs stayed intertwined.

“I don’t really know.”

“Yes, you do.” Matty laughed, having none of it, “Come on, a couple months?” She kept quiet, “A year?”

He frowned when she began to chew on her bottom lip, fighting the urge to reach out and stop her. “Two?”

“Six.” She answered him, probably tired of the guessing game.

“Six.” Matty murmured, reeling at the information. Six years. He’d fucking explode, “Is that even healthy?”

Squeaks was so quick in the way her hand shot out to swat him, “It’s fine, you dickhead! And besides, I just meant properly, you know? Like, there’s been a few quick passings but nothing, nothing like that.”

“Wow.”

“Don’t be a prick about it!” She immediately retorted to his breathy reply, obviously a little embarrassed and annoyed. “I have a toddler! And I’m always so fucking busy! I don’t even have the time to think about it!”

“Sounds like what you need is to get laid, babe.”

He snorted when she wacked him again, purposely ignoring the thoughts of her and him, drunken mistake.

“Leave off!”

“Fine then, I will for now.” Matty laughed, rubbing at his bicep, she continued to glare. “You want breakfast then? Or lunch now, I ‘spose. Can order in.”

Her knee knocked against his once more. Goosebumps trailed the length of his skin.

“Need to be back to pick up Teds from the nursery but yeah, lunch sounds nice.” She smiled, and for a second Matty was frozen in that very moment, content to just watch her smile at him like that forever.

Nice nice nice.

–

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.” I said, my tone almost scolding, but I’d been unable to flat out deny Matty of his request to come and help me pick Teddy up from school. I’d spent the rest of the day at his place, been given an actual tour, eaten some good food, and thankfully had been able to avoid any more awkward conversations pertaining to our wake up call that morning.

“What? You said I could!” He sounded almost petulant. “Besides, it’ll be lowkey, I have my hat, a hood. No one will know! Also, I’m not that important. Don’t reckon many four year olds are listening to Sex on the drive home.”

I snorted but my mind still flashed to memories of only hours earlier. My cheeks pinked. “First- lowkey, really? Aren’t we too old to be saying that? And second, that hat is the same fucking hat you haven’t taken off since Christmas!”

“Before Christmas, actually.” Matty said snidely, smirking all the while, even as he ducked to avoid the swat of my hand. “And anyway, I love this hat, so kindly fuck off.”

“Charmin’.”

Matty spent the rest of the walk to Teddy’s nursery singing This Charming Man whilst my mind lingered on his words. Claims of how he loved the small, insignificant gift Teddy and I had handed him.

By the time we made it past the school gates, we’d been nudging shoulders and grazing hands most of the walk, so wrapped up in one another that I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten my phone somewhere until I patted down my pockets in the playground.

“Shit.” I muttered.

Matty, still blissfully unaware of my sudden circumstance and humming softly, kept on surveying the small school. “Yeah, the mural could use a bit of work but I think it’s meant to look shit, you know. Reckon the kids probably did it.”

Furrowing my forehead at his words, I then peered up at him, “No, I forgot my phone.”

Realisation dawned but then he shrugged, as if it were no big deal, “It’s probably still at mine, you use it this morning?”

I shook my head, feeling panicked now, which was stupid because it was just a phone. But, it also housed most of the things I considered important in my life; my work contacts, documents, notes, and To Do’s; Teddy’s doctors and dentist and school’s numbers; all the memories I’d made in the last few months that I had yet to save onto my icloud or hard drive; and pictures of Matty and I, as well as the rest of the guys too, but also our texts and little messages on Twitter and Instagram.

Losing it? I hated the very thought.

“No, I haven't touched it since last night. Could’ve left it at the club, or in the cab, or the-”

Matty’s hands came to cradle my shoulders, making me pause, and I realised he’d moved to stand before me, looking down at my pinched expression with a small smile. “You’re stressing, just take a breath. Alright? We’ll find it, ‘cause I’m sure it's back at mine anyway, but if not, then we can get it blocked and whatnot, try to get a new one before tomorrow.”

I forced myself to suck in a breath, still reeling from the feeling of my heart dropping to my arse. “Yeah, yeah I know, it’s just-”

“One of them things.” He finished with a knowing smile, hands squeezing my shoulders briefly before he wrapped me up in a hug. “Stressin’ won’t help and will only have Teds all wound up when he sees, yeah? We’ll sort it.”

His words ebbed my every worry just for a moment, I took another breath and let my arms find his waist, returning the hug and enjoying the way he settled his chin atop my head.

“Okay.” I whispered into the edge of his coat, smiling when he squeezed me tight and then pulled away, “Sorry.”

Matty rolled his eyes at me, “Shut up.”

I chuckled to myself, shoving my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching out again and instead glanced about the rest of the playground. Most of the mums were here now and that panic that had subsided only a second ago almost came back in full force when I noticed how intensely they were watching me, or rather, Matty and I.

Carefully, I pivoted behind Matty, keeping my back to the gated fence which enclosed the school, but also forcing Matty to turn confusedly after me, his own back now facing the rest of the watchers.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He snorted with a bemused sort of frown, “Hiding?”

“Maybe.”

That had been the wrong thing to say because Matty nearly turned to glance back around, I reached out to stop him, hand encasing his elbow. “Don’t, alright? There’s a shit ton of mums just watching us. Got eyes like hawks or something.”

Matty merely blinked back at me before laughing, “You’re for real? Come on, they can’t be that bad.”

He went to turn again, only this time I couldn’t stop him. “Matty!” I called in a hissed whisper and he was quick to spin back around, face a little shocked.

“You reckon they’ll close in on us? I dunno if I can outrun them.”

I spluttered out an unexpected laugh, “I hope not. They usually hate me.”

Matty’s frown was quick to make a reappearance, “What, why?”

Shrugging, I glanced over his right shoulder, “You want a list? I’m a young mum, single, my kid doesn’t know his dad, I look like this, I don’t have a normal job or stay at home to take care of him, and sometimes Teds gets picked up by Finn or Adi, I don’t attend their stupid little-”

“Fuckin’ hell, alright I get it.” Matty said, his hand reaching out for my elbow just to slow me on my rant. “What a bunch of cunts.”

I forced a smile, “Yeah, well. Just another part of my life.”

Matty pulled a strange face at that, but before I could begin to decipher it, the classroom doors were opening and I was quick to step forward. Matty lingered behind me, keeping his hood up.

A few kids were called when Miss Sparks spotted certain parents and she did the same for Teddy when she saw me and smiled. “Teddy, your mum’s here!”

It only took a minute or so before Teddy came stumbling out with his backpack thrown over one shoulder and his hair a messy mass of curls. I grinned at the sight of him and picked him up when he hurried to grab at my legs, “Heya, little man. Good day?”

Teddy nodded in my arms, opening his mouth to tell me all about it when he peered over my shoulder and paused, his eyes lit up at the face he found there. “Matty!” Teddy all but squealed, immediately wriggling in my hold to make an escape towards the man.

Matty laughed, his eyes wide and dancing with warmth as he held out his arms for Teddy to jump on into. I rolled my eyes at the exchange but couldn’t help the way my whole being radiated with the beaming smile I wore.

“Alright, monster?” Matty greeted him, settling Teddy on his hip once he was done playfully swinging him about a bit. “How was nursery, hey?”

Teddy was still so awed by Matty’s appearance at his school, of all places, that he was eager to tell the man literally everything about his day. It was only once we’d managed to make a quick exit out of one of the side gates, that Teddy finally asked, “How’d you get here, Matty?”

Matty merely grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at the boy, “Magic.”

With a wrinkled nose, Teddy giggled, “Matty!”

“Alright, alright, jheeze.” Matty relented, all too easily, “I annoyed your mum into letting me come pick you up, didn’t I?”

Teddy looked at me with that, as though I’d gone and put all of the stars into the night sky. “Ta, mama!”

I shook my head at him fondly, leaning in to press a kiss to my baby’s cheek. “You hungry?” I asked him, instead of focusing on the entire scenario at hand, how Teddy seemed to cling to Matty and how entirely charmed Matty was by the boy. They appeared so close in that moment, it made me notice just how different Teddy’s reactions to Matty were to that of Finn’s, a man who had always been a constant in Teddy’s life.

The thought sent me spiralling down a rabbit hole, but thankfully before I could fall any further Teddy was nodding happily and Matty was making a suggestion, “Dinner at mine then?”

Teddy seemed thrilled with the idea but I merely raised a brow at Matty, “What ever will we make with your one egg and half a dozen jams?”

“Toast?” Matty grinned, enjoying the eye roll he received in return as he leaned in to laugh with Teddy. He looked back to me after a moment, “Could head to the shops if you wanna cook, or just order in.”

I pursed my lips, “Would you be able to?”

“To what?” Matty frowned.

I looked ahead as I clarified, “Get some shopping.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes then, nudging his elbow against mine, “Yes, you muppet.” He shook his head when he glanced back at Teddy, feigning a huff that made the toddler giggle, “What do you want then, little man?”

“Ghetti.”

Matty could only blink.

–

By the time we’d made a quick whip around the local Waitrose (because Matty lives in an affluent area and not because he’s ‘pretentious’, he’d like to claim) and back to his, we’d been pictured more than a dozen times.

Although, we’d only found this out when I’d finally caught sight of my phone, wedged between Matty’s bed-frame and the mattress, and managed to charge it. In between then and now, I had roped Matty into helping me cook whilst Teddy worked at the counter doing today’s reading.

“B-ah.” Matty carefully sounded out, still wearing one of the mock aprons Ross had apparently gifted him one Christmas, it was frilly, pink and had ‘This girl loves meat’ written in a pretty font. My own was of a similar fashion, only the words ‘Always use protection’ were warped across its front. “B-ah-guh.” He said once more, leaning up against the counter by Teddy.

“Bag!” Teddy exclaimed excitedly and looked practically giddy when Matty loudly cheered for him.

“Go on, mate! Knew you could do it.” Matty complimented, grinning down at Teddy before ruffling his hair and pulling him into a one armed hug. “Let’s see if we can get the next one before your mum’s done with the spaghetti, yeah?”

Teddy was all too happy to agree, something I slightly resented seeing as he whinged and moaned whenever I asked. But it was nice to see him enjoying his homework for once, a concept that was still so mad to me considering the kid was four.

“‘Bout five minutes to boil now,” I told them as I wiped my hands on a nearby tea towel. My phone finally powered on then and so I moved about the counter to grab at it, not wanting to miss any important notifications. Adi and I had a guest on the show this week and had yet to be filled in on the requirements needed.

Only, before I could even pick the thing up, it started buzzing like mad with hundreds of notifications.

With wide eyes I turned to glance over at Matty, who had paused in his helping of Teddy and was already staring back at me. I blinked and then went to pick the thing up, even as it continued to buzz, but Matty was now moving too, “No, wait.”

I shook my head, wanting to know what the hell was happening, but Matty had been closer, quicker, and was already reaching out to grab it. “Let me look first.”

“Matty.” I huffed, annoyed, but the man didn’t relent. Actually his expression only worsened as he scrolled through the thousands of alerts on my phone. “Matty! What’s the fucks going on?”

“Bad word!”

I winced, then turned to look over my shoulder, “Sorry, Teds, won’t do it again. No chocolate for me tonight, yeah?” My toddler nodded sternly, it made me smile before I glanced back at Matty who’s mood had obviously soured. He tossed the phone back down onto the counter and went to leave the kitchen, I could only assume to look for his own, “Oi!” I admonished, but he just shook his head, seemingly muddled.

“Sorry. Just- gimme a sec.”

I watched as he left, Teddy eyes latched onto him too before he turned back to face me, “Sad Matty?” He asked and I gave him another small smile.

“Not sure, baby. But he’ll be okay in a second.” Or at least I hoped. Teddy took it though and nodded, already going back to his work, though he kept looking over at the door every few seconds.

I forced my shoulders to drop, knowing the tension would only wreak havoc on my back come bed tonight, and took a careful step towards my phone.

It had stopped pinging so incessantly now, but the odd notification still came through.

[HOMESCREEN] 17:18 Twitter now Trending.. Notifications.. Instagram now Open to view News 1m Matty Healy's new budding romance?

My heart stopped. It was all there, us dancing at the club, getting into the cab, Matty at his front gate this morning with the food delivery driver, us walking to pick up Teddy, the hug we'd shared in the playground, Matty holding a bundle that could have only been Teddy in an aisle at the shops- thankfully his face was hidden, the only saving grace of it all. But still, it all looked so convincing.

We were definitely in deep shit.

“Squeaks?”

My head snapped up to find Matty standing over by the counter, his body tense but a gentle hand holding Teddy’s own, the horror I felt must’ve shown on my face because he winced.

“We’ve gotta talk.”

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Tw: uhh...hook-ups. Bad dads. Unwanted pregancy (not mine) Smoking/Drinking. Mental illness. Adult content mentioned in the passing but not elaborated on.

Okay, soo...this seems interesting so I might as well interact. Nice to meet you. My names Mali, I'm 5'4, I'm bi-racial. (Taiwanese from my mums side and Hawaiian from my dads.) I've got grey eyes, curly hair black hair and tanned skin. (I've heard I look Filipino or Indian before, so...)

I'm an INFJ and I like writing poetry and stories and such, gardening, painting, etc., ect.

Artists I like; Maneskin, Nickelback, Poor Mans' Poison, Billie Eilish, The Neighbourhood, Fitz and the Tantrumz and Artic Monkeys.

Honestly, my movie/show tastes are kind of everywhere, Mostly old Disney movies, Nickelodeon shows (iCarly, Victorious), True Crime Documentaries, and cheesy Romcoms...yeah...

Same with my book tastes: I'm sort of addicted and I read anything honestly. Some favorites: Looking for Alaska and Our Fault in the Stars, John Green. Hoot and Chomp by Carl Hiaasen. The Little House Series, Laura Ingalls Wilder. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett. The Maze Runner, James Dashner. The Tower, Gregg Andrew Hurwitz. Any Goosebumps book, R. L. Stine.

And a bunch of manga, One Piece, Naruto, Haikyuu, Sword Art Online, Death Note, etc., ect.

My dad and mum basically had me on accident since they were both in the military, they got dumpy one night and hooked up, and my mums parents were super traditional, so they pressured her into getting married once they found out she was pregnant. My parents basically divorced when I was nine, and they did split custody.

My mum was having issues with alcohol and smoking and my dad had issues with smoking/drinking and adult content.

Then my dad got remarried, but my mum was still recovering so she stayed with my grandmother a bit before getting her own apartment.

The woman my dad was an immigrant from Portugal, she already had one kid from a past marriage, then she came to live with my dad.

They stayed married for four years, and he had two more kids with her, and then they divorced because my dad was being super toxic and she moved in with her family in San Francisco.

He got diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder and borderline personality after being evaluated by a psych ward for the case, and basically my mum got full custody of me and my two half-siblings and stepsibling live with my stepmom in San Fran. (Fifteen at the time.)

My mum eventually got remarried to this Navy Seal named (not gonna say his real name because pretty sure that stuffs supposed to be classified so lets call him Bob) when I was in sophomore year and he was okay. But the ended baby up being born with birth defects since she was pregnant during Bobs deployment and was smoking and stuff when he wasn't there.

Plus I still haven't come out of the closet to my parents. My grandparents on my mums side are staunch Catholics...and my dads side is estranged...My mums Catholic, and Bob converted to Catholicism too.

“i wanna say you seem completely over this but then you choosing to tell me about it in my inbox kind of negates that. my expertise lies in other familial issues so apologies but i don't think i'll be of any help here. though i am supposed to give you my inner thoughts so here it is : i really think it's nice that you seem to have your life a lot more together than i would have expected considering your circumstances; you have good taste all around the bases, from hobbies to music, your favorite shows and all that jazz. you've had it rough a kid so i can only imagine how it must have been to get yourself to where you are today. and man, that whole 'coming out' thing. i didn't even know there was a term for whatever the fuck i was back then. i didn't bother. i like whoever the fuck i like and that's it. though i understand the complications of your situation. if you want to come out to them, it's completely your decision, but just know that if they don't agree with who you are then i promise it will be a lot easier being alone and yourself than being controlled by your family.”

based off of the 200 follower event.

“🫐 — tell vox about yourself and he’ll give his inner thoughts about you.”

#.voxasks 200 event #.voxasks advice

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amberjazmyn · 10 months ago

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burning questions

i love the cast of cw's supernatural and even though it is no longer being filmed, i still enjoy the show so i was inspired to write my own few imagines of the cast! the one i'll be writing in this chapter is a take on the burning questions video that celebrities do and it has already been written before however, i'll be doing it for all four of the main boys (jensen, jared, misha and alex) so, enjoy! by the way, for all the boys, a different name will be used as it helps me a lot more than using y/n.

masterlist

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jensen ackles

"hiya, i'm evangline ackles and i will be answering my fans' most burning questions about my life!" smiling at the camera, evangeline grabs the tin bucket with the pieces of folded paper of questions

"how do you feel about answering all these questions, evangeline?" a producer behind the camera asks as the actress smiles before responding

"i'm actually pretty confident as, to be fair, i've had people ask me some very interesting questions throughout my career so, i'm sure these can't be too bad!" the stage and screen actress quips with a small chuckle as she then proceeds to unfold the first question

"the first question is..." she trails off as she unravels it and reads it with a smile

"how many siblings do you have?" evangeline smiles at that question considering it was a simple but still sweet and simplistic question to ask

"good question, umm, it's actually really funny, i have eleven..."

"...soo, is there twelve siblings in total or are you one of eleven?" a producer asks for clarification as evangeline giggles before clarifying

"oh, yeah, to clarify, there are twelve siblings in total, five of them are biologically mine and then the other six are step-siblings. it's really complicated so i won't go into as much detail in this response but yeah, i have five biological siblings since my mum had six kids and then my step-dad had six who are my step-siblings," evangeline giggles as she sees the shocked looks from the producers who were sitting in front of her

"anyway, next question!" evangeline giggles as she picks up the next question and unfolds it

"if you could switch bodies with one of your current or former broadway cast members, who would it be and why?" evanegline's face instantly lights up at this question and it was easy to understand why

"ooh, this question has got to be my favourite question! umm, it would for sure have to be either phillipa soo from when i was her understudy for hamilton or my current cast member, gabrielle carrubba as we both share the role of zoe murphy on dear evan hansen when it opens back up on december 11th. so, get your tickets for that down below or in the link in my instagram bio!" evangelina smiles as she goes to pick up a different question when a producer calls out to her

"why would you switch bodies with phillipa and gabrielle?" evangeline facepalms before responding to the second part of the question with a chuckle

"oh, shoot, i'm sorry! uhh, i'd switch bodies with phillipa because, she's just absolutely stunning and i just wish i had the same poise, confidence and elegance as her. i mean, she is just the epitome of broadway queen and she is so humble as well! i just adore her to the moon and back and i'd switch with gabrielle because honestly, we're quite literally the same person but in two different bodies! like, me and gabrielle just understand each other in ways that i genuinely think it honestly worries my husband, jensen. but, i also think he secretly enjoys the fact that gabrielle and i, who both play zoe in dear evan hansen, that there aren't any clashes and we don't argue with one another on who plays zoe better. but, yeah, i'd love to see how gabrielle thinks and processes things as well as that is literally the singular thing that is different about us!" evangeline giggles as she looks up to the camera and producers as she reopens the next question

"oh *giggles* speaking of dear evan hansen!" she chuckles, showing the question as she then turns it back around to read it

"what's it like playing zoe murphy in dear evan hansen alongside greats like jordan fisher, jared goldsmith and gabrielle carrubba, who you share the role of zoe with?"

"wow, this is such a good question. umm, it's honestly a dream come true to play a character like zoe, i mean, since the show first started five years ago, i've fallen in love with zoe as a character. and, just getting the opportunity to share the role with gabrielle and do it alongside jordan is a dream come true for sure!" evangeline smiles as she unfolds the next question

"in regards to playing zoe murphy on deh sharing it with gabrielle carrubba, how does it work. only because it doesn't say that either of you is understudying one another so, how does it work? are you both known as the leading ladies or what?"

"ooh, another good question! y'all have such good questions! but umm, yes, in regards to meand gabrielle both being known as the leading ladies, that is right. we are not known as each others understudies and that is because the casting director purely loved both gabrielle and i during auditions that they couldn't bear to call either one of us the understudy. so, we're both just known as "leading ladies, zoe murphy" which is honestly really cool. so, pretty much what happens is that every two weeks, we switch as to who is performing. so, currently, for this week and next week, gabrielle is on as zoe whilst i stay here in vancouver with the cast of supernatural and then, after next week, i'll be flying into nyc to do my two weeks of zoe and then that's how gabrielle and i work it. and, honestly, it's a really good system as it honestly gives us room to do other things that the other cast members can't do unfortuantely because they don't have another person with them to cover except for their understudy if they were to do the every two week thing that gabrielle and i do. so, yeah, it is truly something that gabrielle and i take full advantage of and it is truly a solid work plan!" evangeline smiles, hoping she explained that properly as the producer gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it made perfect sense

"what's one thing that jensen and the leading men of supernatural do that bother the absolute hell out of you when you are on set with them?"

"ooohh, we're getting juicy now *giggles*," evangeline giggled, her head flying back before she answers the question

"i'll do them one by one so, the one thing that jensen does specifically is that when i'm trying to go through my songs for deh the week before i leave for nyc is he'll sit right in front of me. he will usually sit on the chair backwards kinda like jared does *giggles* and he'll just rest his arms on the back of the chair and rest his chin or entire head there and he'll just watch as i mumble through my lines and songs and it bugs me. i can never stay annoyed at my husband for too long but it is truly something that bugs me when i'm trying to focus. jared, an annoying thing that jared does...now that's hard because jared actually doesn't tend to annoy me as much as the other three do and that may come as a shock to people. but, he really doesn't annoy me since he knows when the line has been drawn and he doesn't draw the line further. so, jared's my favourite out of all of them *giggles*. umm, alex...he bugs me with his puppy dog eyes. which i know a lot of people think is something that jared would use with me but he doesn't. it's always alex coming over to me with puppy eyes which means he wants me to do something for him without him actually saying it. but, to be fair, i always do what alex wants me to do because his puppy dog eyes are the actual sweetest every so, i can't ever say no to him. i've actually said before that it's a crime to say no to alex's puppy dog eyes *giggles*. and last but not least, misha...to be fair, again, similar to jared actually, misha also doesn't really annoy me either. misha just makes me giggle and will subtly distract me, like, not as obvious as jensen does but, misha will just be in the corner of my eye and he'd be making a funny face at me. and then, i'll confuse myself because i would then notice misha and get all muddled up with whatever it was i was doing. but, to finish this question off, i couldn't ever stay annoyed at them as they are all wonderful men and, i adore them to the moon and back and then infinity!" evangeline smiles as she grabs the third to last question

"funniest onstage flop, whether it was on broadway or during your guest staring role on supernatural?"

this question made evangline chuckle real good. she's had way too many flops to just mention one so, she just named some of them but explained only two of them in great detail.

"wow, okay, this is funny. so, okay, i've had so many so i'm just gonna round up a small list of not even half! so, i've tripped during hamilton, i've forgotten part of eliza's solo during burn, i've been heard laughing during daveed digs' onstage messup. i've messed up a death scene on supernatural, i've flubbed lines on spn, i've missed my mark on hamilton. i've missed my mark on spn, i've been caught jamming out backstage during you'll be back in hamilton, i've been caught making faces whilst on stage doing hamilton when i thought i couldn't be seen. and, the list goes on and on and all of these mishaps as you've heard, mostly happened during hamilton supernatural," evangeline chuckles as she then explains one from hamilton and one from supernatural in detail

"so, in regards to being heard laughing during daveed diggs' onstage mess up, it was during his verse in 'i know' and he was about to do his really cool rap part of the song and it was like he was having a stroke all of a sudden. he had started to perform his quite fast-paced verse when all of a sudden, his brain and mouth must have clearly had a disconnect and he just started trailing off into random gibberish. and, obviously, me being me, i couldn't hold my laughter as most people in my cast were able to even though i don't think they could hold their laughter this time either. and, thinking i had my microphone turned off as i was techncially, whilst not apart of the scene, every person on the cast was either on stage or on the surround, so i was on stage i think or it may have been the surround that day as i must have been in the ensemble rather than on as eliza. so, thinking my mic was turned off, which for those wondering it never is turned off unless it's scripted to be turned off, i just burst out into laughter when suddenly ariana debose, one of the ensemble, who was also giggling, pointed at my mic. mouthing to me that it hadn't been turned off so everyone had heard me bursting out into hysterical laughter after daveed messed up and my face had never been so red and flushed in my entire life! but, in saying that, it was probably one of my favourite memories of hamilton as oak, a fellow cast member was also cracking up as were other cast members. so, yeah, it was a hilarious mess up but afterwards, i did get caught by our stage manager but thankfully, i wasn't in too much trouble or anything since the stage manager also found it funny. and, rather, it was the sound tech that got in heavy trouble for not noticing that my mic was still on when it was actually scripted for it to be turned off," evangeline chuckled, her smile radiating as she then told the supernatural mess up story

"now, my favourite supernatural mess up was actually when we were trying to film a death scene. it was actually my characters fake death scene right before the actual big death scene four weeks later in the season finale of i think, season fourteen. so, pretty much, to give you a rundown, the actual day of filming cece, my character's fake death scene wasn't actually as sad as people make it out to be in the comments of the youtube videos *giggles*. we purposefully made sure to make it as lighthearted as possible throughout the day as we knew that in four weeks time, for the finale, that it would be even worse and a much sadder, depressing and time consuming day. so, our director made sure to keep us smiling and laughing the whole day of my fake death scene and, he accidentally did that a little to seriously as, during my fake death, we kept messing up. i kept on laughing and not being able to hide my breathing. jared kept on screaming out evangeline instead of cece accidentally and jensen kept on swearing because he wasn't getting his mark right for his placing in the scene and, it was just hilarious and chaotic. and, at one point, misha legitmately, accidentally gatecrashed the scene and accidentally flicked me in the nose. oh, and another take, jared had accidentally tripped over me and in that same take, jensen fell on top of me and, yeah. after about, i swear, hundreds of takes, we finally got the take we needed and it was a great day overall. and i say that because they didn't try to make the day really sad because it was a fake death scene so, they wanted to make it as lighthearted as possible and that's what they did. this also gave my husband and jared so much acting freedom to go off script if they so chose to do so. and, yeah, it was just a fantastically fun episode to shoot!" evangeline smiles as she picks up the second to last question

"what is something you miss about supernatural and a quick fact about the day you filmed cece's real death scene in the season fourteen finale that's never been revealed?"

"ooh, this is such a good question. that's so cool...umm...i miss a lot about supernatural i mean, that show really is how i met jensen, my husband and we're now pregnant with our first kid so, it's great but, obviously, i couldn't stay on the show forever as i was doing broadway and other projects but, yeah. and a fact about cece's death scene in the season fourteen finale that's been revealed...hmm, that's a good question!" evangeline responds with a giggle as she comes up with her response quickly

"oh, duh, i know! umm, obviously, it's been mentioned before but shooting death scenes can become quite uncomfortable and quite upsetting so, having to get into that headspace to film it have everything be perfect can be extremely difficult. so, when it came to filming cece's death it was kind of really emotionally draining because, obviously, playing dead isn't as simple as laying still, right? so, you have to make sure your breathing is shallow or you have to hold it as that then defeats the purpose of pretending to be dead. umm, you have to make sure your entire body is relaxed so that includes your face, neck, legs, stomach, arms - the whole entire body so if you get picked up, which is usually what happens, you can easily go limp and just appear to have no muscle function and look like a toy almost," evangeline pauses to catch her breath before continuing

"and, with my death scene in season fourteen in the finale, it was actually a downcast day. like, i'm talking not just the cast and crew but it seemed as though the weather was matching how everyone was feeling. because, during the filming of my death scene, it started to pour down heavily with rain and it wasn't expected or forecasted. and it genuinely scared everyone but, it made the scene look a thousand times prettier and emotional and it just really set the tone for how the other characters were going to react later on in the episode. and, another fact was that, all the reactions were real reactions. so, it wasn't sam, dean and cas it was jared, jensen and misha which made it even harder for me to keep my cool and composure. to the point where, i don't know if anyone noticed in the episode but, when jensen as dean picks me up and he's you know, losing it, absolutely freaking out and trying to wake me up, a singular tear rolls down the side of my cheek that was closest to jensen's shirt. so in later scenes, the tear drop is seen and no one knew it was mine, everyone thought it was jensen's but, no it was mine! but yeah, death scenes are really not my favourite scenes to film but, they do give you the most time to show your skills when you're not the one dying or already dead!" evangeline smiles as she then picks up the final question

"and last but not least..."

"do you and the spn wives get along?"

"and the answer is, yes we do! we get along so well that i think the guys aren't shocked anymore when we get excited to see each other again *giggles*. like, literally, a few weeks ago when i was during rehearsals for dear evan hansen, alex's wife lena came to visit me and i full on freaked out as i hadn't seen her in a couple of months before she surprised me. so, yes, of course, we absolutely adore each other. and, especially due to our partners being in spn together, it all made us closer and all gave us something to bond over and relate with. i mean, jared's lovely lady was also in spn as was i so, yeah, it was something we could all relate to!" evangeline smiled before looking back at the camera

"so guys, that was my last question! i'm evangeline ackles and this has been answering my fans most burning questions! i hope you enjoyed and laughed with me. or, you found out an interesting fact that you didn't know about me that existed until now! bye guys, thank you for having me!" evangeline smiles as she hopped off the seat and left the camera's frame

a giggle being the last thing heard from evangeline before the video ended.

jared padalecki

"hello, my name is callie padalecki and i will be answering my fans most burning questions about me!" i giggled as i picked up the first question and already, i wish i hadn't agreed to this

"oh no...this first question does not look promising at all!" i chuckled sadly as i opened the rest of it and read it out loud

"what is callie padalecki's real name?" oh, that wasn't actually too bad, the fuck did i freak out for?

"oh..okay...why did i freak out for no reason?" i giggled before continuing the answer

"okay for those who weren't aware, callie isn't actually my birth name, it's a stage name slash nickname. my birth name is caroline elaine de rose but, when i turned sixteen and emancipated myself from my parents, i immediately changed my name to just callie elaine and now my married name is callie elaine padalecki so, it's pretty neat!" i chuckled, throwing the piece of paper to the floor as i grabbed the second question

"why did callie padalecki emancipate herself from her parents?"

"ooh...okay, this is kind of a tough question because there wasn't a single reason as to why per se. it was rather an amalgamation of reasons as to why i emancipated myself from my parents but, the main reason was that they were quite abusive and, i wasn't going to stand for it any longer!" i smiled as i chucked away the question to pick up the next one

"was callie padalecki on supernatural?"

"*giggles* i get this question a lot and, yes. i was on supernatural and that is actually how i met my now husband, jared. i was in seasons four as a recurring role as noelle and then in thirteen, fourteen and fifteen as a guest star. and, the best thing was, especially for the later seasons, i was credited as callie padalecki so that was nice seeing that rather than de rose," i smiled, my cheeks heating up when i mention jared as my husband and saying that my last name, padalecki as i picked up the next question

"was there ever a moment where you wanted to give up acting and go back home to hawaii or texas?"

"ooh, that is a good question and, i'll be totally honest since i have to. but, honestly, yes, there was a moment where i wanted to give up with the entire thing and just go back to texas cause that was where jared and i had settled down. i remember the exact moment where i remember telling jared that i wanted to give up but, unless it's asked in a different question, i won't expand on it," i smiled as i unfold the next question and lo and behold, it mentions the expansion of when i wanted to give up on acting and i laughed, shaking my head

"wow, what are the odds of this happening?" i chuckle, showing the question and then reading it out loud

"what and why did you tell jared that you wanted to give up on acting and leave back to texas, callie?"

"okay, now i have to explain so, for those who weren't aware, at this moment of my life when i was on supernatural, i was experience a lot of trauma. for example, one of my siblings had suffered a stroke whilst we were both at work, me in vancouver canada and my brother in hawaii as that's where i was born and raised until i left. and i wasn't allowed to go visit him on an emergency visa or what have you, my parents were also trying to take me to court for causing "family problems" that no longer included me because obviously, i was now legally a padalecki and hadn't been part of the family for years and i was also going in and out of the hospital due to mental health as well as medical reasons too. and, the moment i told jared that i wanted to just give up and throw in the towel was when we were trying to film a particular scene in supernatural and, i just wasn't getting it. my brain and my mouth weren't connecting to my lines, my emotions weren't connecting just, nothing was lining up and working! similar to what happened to jared in prophet and loss in season fourteen, i just couldn't find the emotion in the scene, i couldn't connect what my mouth was saying to my brain, it was as though i couldn't get the words out period! like, honestly, the cast and crew thought that there was one of three things going on with me. that it was a stroke, a diabetic flare up cause i'm type one or that i had taken too many pills or some cold medicine because i couldn't get anything to make sense. it wasn't until literally, nearly five in the morning when we finally got the perfect take and i just dropped to the floor and for the second time that night, i just broke down into hysterics. the first time was during the scene instead of just having my voice break from emotion, i just full out sobbed my lines which actually, the cast and crew absolutely loved and that was the take that was used and didn't bother to redo it. and yeah, afterwards, i just fell into jared's embrace and quietly sobbed saying that i couldn't do it anymore and that i wanted to give up. i felt as though i had failed as a person, not as an actress but as a person and that i couldn't do anything right anymore. but, having said that, since that moment, what happened that day hasn't happen since, same for jared after what happened to him whilst filming prophet and loss and, we're doing great now!" i smiled as i chucked the piece of paper away and grabbed the next question

"was there an 'oh fuck' moment during you and jared's wedding or a moment of pure euphoria?"

"wow, this is such a sweet question that's never been asked before!" i squealed in slight excitement as i giggled, folding up the piece of paper and answering the question

"i'll say both as i had both an "oh fuck" moment and a moment of euphoria so, i'll start with the oh fuck moment first..."

"...so, pretty much, at the beginning of jared and i's wedding, i was originally meant to be walked down the aisle by my older brother nikolai but, unfortuantely before the wedding, he got into an accident that required him to temporarily be on crutches. so, we had him seated in the front row even though he was one of jared's best men and the one saying a speech but because we now didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle, i started to panic when out of nowhere, i get a call from misha...the lovely misha collins who a couple of years beforehand had joined supernatural and asked me if he was able to walk me down the aisle if jensen or my other brothers weren't available. and, since i knew misha a couple of years before i met jared and jensen, i said yes straight away, not even thinking to ask jensen or even one of my other brothers and, misha ended up walking me down the aisle at me and jared's wedding!" i chuckled softly, smiling brightly at the memory even though it did start off as an 'oh fuck' moment

"and the moment of euphoria was the moment in which jared and i had our speeches from our best men and maid of honour. and, i know what you're all thinking, what the fuck callie, why wasn't it when you and jared kissed or were finally announced as mr and mrs padalecki? but, there is a reason why my moment of euphoria happened during the speeches at the reception and you'll understand what i'm talking about!" i chuckled before continuing as even the producers seemed interested and confused

"so, the reason why that moment was the most euphoric was that jared had two best men, jensen and my brother nikolai and my maid of honour was evangeline, jensen's wife and jared's sister megan. hearing the four of them all speak during our wedding was just the most euphoric moment because neither of my older brothers wanted to be "best man" but it made it better cause they ended up writing letters for jared and i whilst nikolai just said a two minute speech that he got from google *giggles* whilst jensen, evangeline and megan were actually full on letters as a speech. also, just hearing how jensen, evangeline and megan, and nikolai, all interpreted jared and i's relationship was just so special and the things they all talked about just honestly made jared and i's hearts burst with love and gratefulness that we chose those four as our best men and maids of honour. and yes, they all, nikolai, jensen, evangeline and megan, made jared and i cry. jared more so than me but, i did get a little teary-eyed. it was the vows from jared that kinda got me crying and it was the first look that i got jared spooked and surprised about how good i looked *giggles*. anyway, the reception and the speeches were what made it really sink in for me that jared and i were finally married!" i smiled, chucking the piece of paper away for it to not go anywhere but my lap which caused laughter around the studio as i picked up the next question

"was callie padalecki in misha collins' wedding?"

"really? this is something people actually wanna know about me?" i chuckle as people behind the cameras nod their heads as i giggle again

"wow okay...but umm, yes...i was in misha's wedding to his lovely and gorgeous wife, evannah collins and it was truly the most gorgeous day in the world. i was one of the bridesmaids as it had just been jared and i's wedding so, i had given maid of honour to evannah's sister avalon who had originally given the role to me," i smile, scrunching up the piece of paper before grabbing out the last one

"last question!" i grunted out as i tried to grab the piece of paper

"how do you feel about how elodie got her end in supernatural? do you think it's fair that, like dean, elodie was killed off when she was just starting to find peace her life?"

"such a great final question! umm...honestly...i feel satisfied and content with elodie's end to supernatural now that the show is over! i'm glad that alongside dean that she got to pass away and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel even though she did specify that she did prefer real life to heaven. but, i honestly think that after finally dying the way she did and being brought to heaven, she's so much more happier with staying there as she's got dean, castiel..sam! she's got all her friends with her so, she'll be totally fine! but yes, filming that knowing that dean was also going to die was a little sad that he died before sam but honestly, whilst that day was super heartbreaking and sad and weepy, it was a perfect way to end our show. and i one hundred per cent think it's fair that elodie was killed off enough though she was just starting to find her peace in life as i think, dying and being transported to heaven, especially in the world of supernatural, really soldified and validated her peace even more. so, there wasn't any way that i could be mad at elodie's ending in supernatural!" i smile as i tip the can upside down

"so, that was the last question y'all! i'm callie padalecki, you guys have asked some amazing questions and that was burning questions about me, callie padalecki! thank you for being here with me and watching this video!" i chuckle as i hop off the seat to make a funny face to the camera as i giggle and walk off the set

misha collins

"hi y'all, i'm evannah collins and i will be answering some of the most burning questions from my fans, let's go!" i chuckled, grabbing the first one i saw and giggling again

"wait, am i the only one who doesn't really know how to pronounce evanna's first name? it confuses me all the damn time because of the 'h' in her name!"

"i...wow, i get this question a lot and it's just pronunced like ee-van-ah but the 'h' is added in there because my mom is russian and she wanted to me to have a russian looking/sounding name. and, i won't lie, i do love my name, it's just the way people pronounce it wrong that makes me hate the spelling of it," i chuckle, looking over to the producers who were laughing at my response

"who was evannah collins' bridesmaids and maid of honour at her wedding and was it callie padalecki?"

"i love that they added both bridesmaid and maid of honour into the question and then add, was it callie padalecki?" chuckling, i felt my face heat up as i composed myself so i could finish answering the question

"well...okay...i think i need to give some context as technically, yes. callie was both a bridesmaid and my somewhat maid of honour? as, originally, my sister avalon had given full permission for callie to be my maid of honour but, because callie at the time had just gotten married like days or merely a week before misha and i, we didn't have enough time to change the marriage register and call her the 'matron' of honour. so, because of that, callie had given back maid of honour to avalon since she isn't married and callie had taken bridesmaid that had a maid of honour speech since there was no way i was going to not hear the speech she had written just because of a role swap so, alongside avalon, callie also said her speech at the reception," i giggle as i scrunch up the piece of paper to grab the third question

"who did evannah collins play on supernatural?"

"contrary to belief, i know its hard to but, i actually was never on supernatural. i was on the set lot next to supernatural which was arrow's set lot which is how i met misha. but, no, we were not on supernatural together. i had actually transferred to broadway during the fifth and sixth season of supernatural which is when misha and i started dating so, yeah. misha was up in vancouver canada and i was touring all across the fifty states doing a broadway show as past of a touring cast," i giggle as i scratch my face before finding the fourth question

"how many langauges can evannah collins speak fluently?"

"i get this question a lot but i never really answer it so, the languages i can fluently speak are english and russian since my dad is british and my mom is russian. spanish, italian and a little bit of swedish and dutch" i count the languages off from my fingers and nod with confidence after i named them all correctly

"could you say something in all six langauges for us or even just in russian and spanish?"

"yeah, i'll do a little bit of russian!" i giggle as i think of what to say

"привет, меня зовут Эванна Коллинз, и я играю в игру на острые вопросы с Эль Русской," i looked worried that i didn't say it right as the studio looked rather pleased ("hi, my name is evannah collins and i'm playing burning questions with elle")

"can you translate what you said back into english?"

"can i say no? i was only introducing myself..." i chuckled as the producer calls something out

"we'll add in the english translation before we upload it!"

i giggle as i breathe a breath of fresh air

"thank you, wow! and now, time for the fifth question!" i say with a smile as i find it and unfold it

"do you and misha plan on having any kids and if so, how many?"

"that's a good question and honestly, i think misha and i would like to have an even amount of kids so maybe, four? i say four because whilst i have a big family and misha does too with four other siblings, we want to keep everything evenly spread so four. but, right now i think we're just not ready to completely settle down and think about having kids just yet so, yeah. we're taking ti slow," i giggle, finding the sixth question and unfolding it

"who out of the supernatural cast apart from misha is your best friend and the one you can call for anything. no matter what day, time or anything and they'll always be there to respond to you?"

"wow, oh my gosh, another great question! yikes, well, i'm obviously best friends with everyone in the cast including my husband but, out of the whole cast, i'd have to say jared and callie. whilst i am also obviously friends with jensen and evangeline, they can't always respond to me as they have kids of their own to take care of and jared and callie aren't on that wavelength yet. so, whenever i'm in need of something and i can't talk to misha, i'll immediately be onthe phone to either jared or callie. and, in all honesty, not being funny, they respond literally at the first ring, every single time!" i smile, flicking away my sixth question and grabbing my second to last question of the video

"what's the best part about being married to misha collins?"

"aw, this is a question i've never been asked nor has misha until now and i love it! but, umm, honestly the best part about being married to misha is honestly everything because he's always surprising me. like, literally, just an hour before this interview, he messaged me letting me know he put a second outfit in my tote bag because he was going to take me out on a date after this without telling me beforehand. so, yeah, just the fact that it's always a surprise with misha is honestly my favourite part! and, also the fact that he remembers the little things when it comes to my favourite things and what i don't like and, yeah, he just really pays a lot of attention and always surprises me when he can," i couldn't help the smile on my face as i grabbed out the final final question of the q&a

"what is evannah collins' biggest fear?"

"okay this is a funny question because when it comes to fears, according to misha, i'm scared of everything apparently," i chuckle as i look over to the producers who giggle as well before i go back to the camera

"but in all seriousness, my biggest fear is miscarrying my future child. i say that because the last time my parents tried to conceive, they miscarried and it caused so much pain within my family that it caused my parents to give up completely. so, our twins brookes and izabella are adopted with the family last name. and, maybe, just maybe, my second biggest fear is clowns and it's always been a big fear of mine so i could never go to circuses with my family because i would just burst into tears and have a panic attack when they were clowns," i chuckle softly, scrunching up the paper as it was the last question

"those were all the questions and i hope you all enjoyed watching this video! i'm evannah collins, the questions you asked were fantastic and now i'm going to go because i have a date with my husband, bye!" i giggle as i rush off the set as the crew laugh

alexander calvert

"hello, i'm lena calvert and i will be answering some questions from my fans so, let's just jump right into it!" i giggle shyly and unfold the first one

"who out of the supernatural wives is lena closer to?" i chuckle softly as my cheeks heat up

"aw, this is a cute question! umm, obviously, i love all the girls, evannah, evangeline and callie as we're the literal best of friends. but, honestly, i think i'm closer to callie purely for the fact that she just always makes herself available for everyone! so, i think if all of the girls and the guys as well apart from callie were given this question, they would each say they were closest to callie. purely for the fact that she is always in contact with everyone and she's always making her timetable available for all of us. but, evannah and evangeline are also my girls and my number ones!" i smile as i squish the paper up before throwing it to the ground as i grab question two

"is lena calvert married to alexander calvert from supernatural?"

"well, i'd hope so since we have the same last names...but in all jokes aside yes, we are husband and wife! we got married i think just over two months ago now so our marriage is still relatively new and exciting! we haven't broken any of our vows yet either so, that's great and a win for the both of us!" the room fills with laughter as i disregard the piece of paper to find question three

"who is lena's favourite supernatural character aside from jack kline, played by her husband alex?"

"damn, i was going to say jack...no, i'm joking y'all! in all seriousness, i'd have to say my favourite character from the very beginning has been sam winchester! i've always been a sammy girl and i think i'll stay a sammy girl," i chuckle with the producers as i throw the question and then hunt around for question four

"if lena could be cast in supernatural as a different character that wasn't halyna, who would she wish to be cast as?"

"ooh, this is an excellent question...umm if i could be cast as any other character wasn't my own character, halyna, i'd probably play madison so i could have some something something scenes with sam/jared...*giggles*...no, in all seriousness, i would love to play madison as the scene in which sam had to shoot her was so upsetting and i remember watching it lowkey wishing it was me so, yeah, i have to pick madison for that but then again, there was no way i could have played madison better than the lovely emmanuelle vaugier who plays her!" i smile, looking up to the camera before picking up the fifth question

"who is the rudest celebrity you've ever met lena and, why was it tom felton?"

"no, no, no! oh my gosh, that's a false question! tom felton was not ever the rudest celebrity i've ever met! that was misconstrued, me and tom, for those who weren't aware, did harry potter and then the flash together so, we've always been on set together and the rumour that tom and i hated each other had come from a scene that we were filming on harry potter. in the harry potter scene, i punch him and since then, everyone has said that i punched him in real life or that he was being rude but it was a snapshot from one of the scenes we were filming. so, just putting it out there, tom and i are besties, we absolutely adore each other and we work together on the flash!" i pause as i then continue the question as i actually do have a celebrity who was rather rude when i met them

"however though, the celebrity that was the rudest would have had to have been ellen degeneres! whilst i was on ellen when i had first started filming on the flash, it was very clear to see that she heavily disliked me and tried to embarrass me on live television. but, thankfully, i called her out on her own show and i embarrassed her. yeah, i'd have to say ellen, she's not apologised since or tried to reach out and apologise so, that's a bit dissapointing but, it's all good. i've been interviewed by better tv show hosts!" i snicker out as i lift my head up to the producers who were killing themselves with laughter as i picked up the sixth question

"if you were given a call in regards to supernatural being rebooted or having a spin-off on the lead-females, how would you respond/would you say yes?"

"oh wow, this is an amazing question! in all honesty, i've said it from the start, at the last ever comic-con and i'll say it again now. if i was ever given the call to do a reboot or spin-off of supernatural, i would a hundred per cent drop everything and run back to vancouver to film. and i say this because in all honesty, this tv show is what gave me everything in america as i was already praised in lights and feathers in the united kingdom after the two harry potter movies i was in but after i left in the fourth movie when my character died, i was given the call about a show in america that's filmed in canada about the supernatural. and, i said yes straight away and i packed my things and i started filming season two or three of supernatural in vancouver, canada and i never looked back since then. and, in all honestly, i'm glad i dropped everything the first time because i would do it again without any hesitation," i smile and screw up the piece of paper and pick up the seventh question - the second to last one

"what character does lena calvert play in the flash?"

"i get this question a lot and i play iris west so i play directly alongside grant gustin who plays barry allen/ the flash and yeah, it's a great gig. i'm glad that alex supports me as well as both grant and i married not to each other but to other people in real life. so, we both know that our 'flirtatious relationship' is purely for the cameras and the relationship we have off and away from the cameras is quite literally a brother/sister relationship. so much so a brother/sister relationship that i was at grant and la, his wife's, wedding and i was one of the bridesmaids who was also allowed to give a speech alongside la's sister who was the maid of honour. so, that was so good but yes, i play iris west on the flash!" i giggle as i kind of overshared but, who cares, it's good enough as i grabbed the last question for the video

"how did alex react to seeing you at your first look for your wedding?"

"aw, that's a cute last question! umm...he was gobsmacked but not like overreactive godsmacked. like, he didn't clap his hand over his mouth obnoxiously loudly or anything. he just stayed silent, smiled and he cried as i waddled over to him as my dress was skin tight *giggles* and i then pulled him in for a hug as he cried into my shoulder. it was honestly very sweet and i still cannot believe that we are mr and mrs alexander and lena calvert but, i get to believe it every day!" i smile as i throw the last piece of paper

"so guys, that was all of the questions from y'all! i'm lena calvert and you guys have asked some really great questions! i'm sure they'll be a part two as i saw so many questions in the hashtag so, i may see you for a part two, bye!" i chuckled, failing to slide off my chair as i rushed out of frame as the filming stopped

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this was so much fun to write! also, i'm making all the guys slightly younger than their real-life ages just saying! like, early to mid-twenties/thirties so, yeah, hope you enjoyed!

ily xx

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#supernatural cast #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #alexander calvert

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team-frightfur · 9 months ago

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I honestly dont know much about go rush, but i love seeing you talk at length about it so #1, #12, #14, and #18 for yudias from the character ask meme

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I think Go Rush is actually worth getting into (as long as you have a strong stomach for comedy and ludicrosity. Like, some of those early jokes. Man.)

Warning for lengthy wall of text lmao.

Why do you like or dislike this character?

If you approach Yudias from a mature perspective, he's admittedly not great. He starts off as a Shonen Paragon Protag cut-out (ie he's not too bright, has unshakeable morals, and refuses to give up). Thing is, even though he's constantly offered opportunities to change, he never does because the process of changing, uh, wouldn't be family-friendly.

(For example, he's not really allowed to openly, obviously grieve Zwijo or doubt himself. Like, imagine the result.

Small Child: Maman, what's assisted suicide?

Mum: Hey! Konami! We need to TALK.

This isn't to say he doesn't grieve. he DOES! it's just very subtextual. His behaviour at the ninja theme park implies he's just given up on living, so what is there to grieve? The most he can do is keep Yuhi and Yuamu happy in the few days he has before he joins all the others (in death))

Ofc, any disappointment on that level is my fault for walking into a children's show with expectations. As a children's show protagonist, Yudias is perfect because his personality and attitude are just inherently funny and kind of adorable.

A lot of that cuteness is kind of cause of how autistic he is? Like I know every Yugioh protag is autistic as shit but I really do think Yudias is one of the Most Autistic. Yes, even more than Yusei. Fight me.

Like, he misses social cues constantly. This man hasn't heard of deception in his life. He survives three murder attempts only to blindly affirm his friendship with his would-be-murderer. He hyperfixates on Rush Duels, over-identifying with his monster cards to the degree that he mourns them like they're his own soldiers! He grieves them when they get tributed! He carries on the souls of the fallen! Also, he canonically comes from a civil warzone but he hasn't even heard of discrimination before!

His particular form of comedy is also a favourite of mine. I call it Kazuma Kiryu Comedy and it refers to when adults take silliness waaaaay too seriously. The joke is that they're not in on the joke. They can only give 100-200% effort on any given act. This isn't referring to Yudias playing DM, btw. This is referring to him putting his entire ass into that sheepgirl cosplay and turning Chupataro bi.

What a lad. Also he's gay.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I didn't have headcanons until approximately 3 seconds ago, but since you got me thinking, a few shallow ideas!

a. Yudias designed a bunch of 1600 atk 4 stars that all look like his friends (so their version of what Transamu Rainac means to him) and he keeps them in a little notebook.

b. Yudias never got catted, but if he were catted, he'd keep the lil bunny ears. They're like giant whiskers. He's also still a retired killing machine even as a cat.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Uh. Um. I'm not super familiar with aesthetics.

I know he sticks to a military uniform most of the time. Honestly, though, I'm pretty sure a Velgearian's clothes are like, stapled to their body. If not, then I can't see why Yudi would wear what he does. He's basically a pacifist. He wouldn't want to glorify war.

As for his other clothes, it's, like, a work uniform and school uniform. Y'know what, new HC. I'm starting to think he's never actually chosen his own outfit in his life.

I wanna give him a bunny Kigurumi.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I don't really know what it means to 'admire'. Frankly, I'm happy with my friends and fam (despite their foibles), so I can't be jealous of Yudias for any of his relationships. On the other hand, I do admire the drama woven into his relationship with Kuaidul and ESPECIALLY Zwijo. I would never wanna go thru that shit, though.

Thanks again for the ask!

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marthajonesuk · 2 years ago

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Monday, May 07, 2007

Home again

Okay, I was wrong. Sort of, anyway...

He brought me home. After everything we've been through, he brought me home. Which is fair enough, I guess. It's up to him who he travels with but, yeah, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement.

But then, as always with him, things got in the way... I'm guessing you saw the Lazarus Laboratory thing on the news. And I'm guessing that by now, you've worked out that the Doctor was involved. Thing is, this time so were my family.

I remember when I first went away to Uni. Came back for Christmas (that time of peace and goodwill – haha!) and it was so odd how they'd changed. We'd all grown up together and been through everything together but, after just a couple of months, it was obvious that things had changed. The cracks had started to show in mum and dad's marriage (and even though he eventually had the affair, mum realised their whole relationship was going wrong way before Annalise actually arrived on the scene. She's pretty sharp, my old ma!) Tish and Leo had both changed as well. Tish had moved into some tiny little bedsit and Leo had started seeing Shonara. And it had all happened while I was away. Which I guess is normal for families.

This time it was different. For them, it was the day after Leo's birthday thing but for me? Well, you know what I've been through. You know what I've seen and done since then. So, yeah, it was like I'd changed but they hadn't. I have changed, I realise that. I'm seeing things differently. And for them, I'd not even been away so none of them would understand just how big it all is. And I can't tell them because they'd think I was mad. Blimey, time travel messes with your mind.

Actually, I say they haven't changed but Leo told me that he was going to vote in the election. Leo?! Voting?!?! The world has officially gone mad.

One thing that so hadn't changed was that even though it was Tish's night, mum was still focussed on me. Tish is a year older than me but I've always been the responsible one (or the boring one as someone with a death wish might say). She never went to Uni or anything so I've always been treated as the oldest. Mum's always said that Tish should be more like me which isn't the best thing a mum can do but she doesn't mean anything bad by it. I think Tish used to resent me for it but, right now, we get on great. It's like we have this competition - I'm always trying to get her to grow up and she's always trying to get me to chill. And I've just realised, it's like we're swapping lives! I'm the one on the big holiday and she's the one in the business suit. Oh and that's mental as well. She's somehow got herself this big important job but she's such a mess. Honestly, you should see the state of her flat!! Mine, of course, is spotless.

And seeing them all, it was difficult in a way because it reminded me of what I'm leaving behind when I go off with the Doctor. I know they'll be there for me when I get back but I just hope neither me or them change too much. When I go off with the Doctor? Oh yeah, despite what I said at the beginning, I'm off again! But this time, it's totally on my terms.

You see, at the end of it all, the Doctor said I could go on one more trip but I said no. I don't care that he's the most amazing bloke I've ever met, I'm not going to be some kind of hitcher. I'm not going to be his assistant. So, I told him this. And he said I was never really that anyway.

So we're off together – as equals? Well, 60/40. Oh all right, 35/75. But it's definitely a more…permanent arrangement this time. And where now? Somewhere new. Somewhere brilliant, probably. Somewhere mad, definitely. And, hopefully, somewhere nice and sunny!

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drama-and-tv · 4 years ago

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Into the Ring truly was a delight to watch! It was funny, very well-paced and has a lot of substance and hearts for a romcom. It has both main leads who are very rootable and both of them have tons and tons of chemistry (their kiss scenes are honestly some of the best that I have seen in kdramas). Goo Sera is, hands down, my favourite kdrama heroine of the year and the actress, Nana seriously brings a lot of sparks to the character. It also helps that Park Sunghoon’s Gongmyung was a good contrast to her Sera as the more buttoned-up, straight-laced character.

I guess why I really like this drama a lot is because it felt like an older, more mature version of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo (one of my top kdramas of all-time) - both gave me similar kind of vibes and it helps that the female leads share the same dad actor).

I also would like to make a shout out to both the writer and the director. I understand that the writer was a newbie and actually won the scriptwriting contest with this drama - and the quality of the writing really shows with how everything just comes in full circle in this drama. The directing in this drama is really top-notch: I like how quirky and surreal the scenes are in the way they are shot. They are really pleasing to the eye and felt very unique!

Truly, this drama was a gem to watch! I highly recommend anyone to watch it if they are looking for a decently light-hearted drama with plenty of feels and hearts.

FINAL RATING: 10/10

#completed #into the ring #kdrama thoughts #weightlifting fairy kim bok joo #next up: 'when i was the most beautiful'#i have checked out the first ep with my mum #seems like we both like it haha #also guys i need another drama to check out #i want a completed drama to watch during this free week ish #the other dramas in my watchlist i have somewhat abandoned and i don't really feel as intrigued by them #i still have yet to resume 'my unfamiliar family' after ep 6 #and i'm just watching 'sen cal kapimi' casually whenever my mum watches it #it is more of my mum's show than mine honestly even though i'm the one who introduced it to her #cause it is too light/fluffy for my liking sorry #appreciate it if anyone can recommend me a recently completed drama #i am mildly intrigued on 'chip in' but i need people's thoughts #and also maybe i should resume 'my unfamiliar family' even though me and that drama for some reason don't really gel well

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cherrycheridarling · 4 years ago

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gross | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: fluff

summary: you go live and sing an unreleased song to your fans. some catch onto the inspiration, including the one who inspired you. {listen to gross by olivia rodrigo (if you feel like it)}

wc: 1k

"Hello, my children. Welcome to my live." you gestured around your room as you propped your phone against your piano and took a seat on the bench.

The number of viewers grew by thousands every second and you smiled while you watched. Hundreds of comments flooded in; emojis, exclamation marks.

"When is the album coming out?" you read a comment, "Ooh, not for a while, unfortunately. Still have lots of work to do on it. But soon!" you assured them.

"Where are you right now? I am in my home. My humble abode. Specifically in my living room." you picked up the phone and showed the space. "It's a bit messy. Don't tell my mum."

Your eyes lingered on the telly before finding their way back to the comments, "What am I watching? C'mon, 'Criminal Minds', of course! Matthew Gray Gubler is my husband, have to be a supportive wife."

"How did you meet Tom and Jacob? How did I meet my adopted children? Um, Zendaya introduced us at a party and we've been best friends ever since." you smiled at the mention of your three closest friends.

"Where are they? I'm assuming you mean Tom, Jacob and Daya. They are filming right now, I believe? Not sure."

"Is there any song you can sing for us that's on the album? Hmm," you rubbed your chin, contemplating, "There is one, but I'm not sure it's going to be on the album. I wrote it a few days ago. It does not have a name yet, but I think I can grace you guys with a little something." you smirked before playing a little melody on the keys in front of you.

You hit a chord before clapping a beat, "Not long ago when I saw you there with your brown-eyed grin and your messy hair and every girl at the party was looking at you. Ooh-ooh-ooh." you smiled at the camera before continuing.

"I wonder what I'd say if I knew back then that the brown-eyed boy'd be my best friend. And the one I'd give my heart to. Ooh-ooh-ooh." you were so engrossed in singing that you didn't notice the certain brown-eyed boy join your live or the thousands of comments filled with theories.

'OMG THIS IS ABT TOM'

'no fucking way this isn't about tom'

'AHSGAAA IM SCRAMAING'

'tom has brown eyes and messy hair...'

'PLSSSS THIS IS SO CUTE'

'my y/s/n heart is screaming'

'i'm dead. deceased'

"Now everything reminds me of you, your pictures framed all over my room and if I hate someone you'll hate 'em, too."

Your mind wandered to the polaroid picture of you and Tom that was stuck on your bedroom wall. It was taken at one of Zendaya's many get togethers. You had fallen asleep on Tom's shoulder and he had fallen asleep with his head on yours. Jacob had taken the opportunity to capture the moment on Zendaya's polaroid and graciously given you the picture.

You went back to playing the piano, "As long as I'm your darling angel, I don't need anything in the world. 'Cause I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl. I wanna do everything with you."

'TOM JOINED OSMDH'

'my PARENTS'

'HI TOM OMFG'

'he calls her darling angel i can die happy'

'TOM MF HOLLAND IS HERE AND SHES SINGING ABT HIM'

'MOM AND DAD ADOPT ME WTF'

'smo better be screenrecording this'

You continued to sing, clueless to the comments flooding, "Take the highs, I'll take the lows. I'll keep you close, give you the most. Oh, baby. I like you so much it's kinda gross, yeah. I like you so much it's kinda gross."

You shut your eyes and remembered all the times Tom would pick you up and you would take drives down the coast or to the grocery store even though you didn't need anything. When he would get you strawberry ice cream at Mario's Gelato because he knew that it would make you smile. Extra sprinkles, of course.

"And driving in your car, I feel all grown up. Is it me or does it feel more than high school love? Not gonna lie, your last name sounds so nice."

Y/N Holland.

"I love when you complain about things like traffic. Love when you're tired, baby, I like all of it. Honestly, I can't believe you're mine."

"I hate Los Angeles." Tom groaned as you stopped at yet another red light, hundreds of cars in front of you.

"What did L.A. ever do to you, love?" you chuckled.

Tom frowned and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, "Most ridiculous traffic in the entire world. But I have you here, so I guess it's tolerable."

You shook your head with a smile, "Eyes on the road, Holland."

"I bring you up in every conversation. We're young, I know we got to be patient, but I know I want my life to have you in it. Ooh, and as long as I'm your darling angel, I don't need anything in the world. And I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl."

Tom watched your live with a bright smile, unable to fight his grin as he watched you sing a song he knew was about him. Jacob and Zendaya perched on his shoulders in his trailer as they watched with him.

"You're whipped." Jacob told him.

Tom nodded absentmindedly, too focused on your singing to respond.

"Of course he is. His girlfriend is singing a song about him in front of– How many?" she leaned in closer to check the amount of viewers, "Almost fifty thousand people."

"She's not my girlfriend." Tom mumbled.

Zendaya scoffed, "Only because you haven't asked her. 'Darling angel', huh?" she smirked.

Tom felt his cheeks turn pink, "That's what she is."

As the song ended, Tom felt a wave of sadness at the fact that it was over. He quickly typed a comment before leaving the live.

You finished with a snap and an awkward smile before a comment caught your eye.

'love it, darling angel'

#tom holland smut #tom holland x osterfield!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland

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oneirataxia-girl · 2 years ago

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1-10 for whichever ocs strike your fancy 😊💙

- @bluejay-in-write

Whatever ocs? Then I'm going with Garvita and Aphrodite, aka the mother-daughter duo we deserve but will never happen (unless...?)

For those who don't know, Garvita is my percy jackson oc and Aphrodite is my sandman one!

*gifs not mine!

What’s the lie your character says most often?

"I'm not a bitch!" -- Garvita

"I don't mind." -- Aphrodite

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Very strictly, like unless you memorize what Garvita's favorite coffee is she wouldn't even consider you someone she knows

Everyone is Aphrodite's friend unless proven otherwise <3

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

The only genuine emotion everyone knows Garvita exhibits is disgust, all the others are only known to herself, the audience, and sometimes her love interest

Aphrodite's emotions are usually all genuine, but during confrontations she masks them very well

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? (spoilers for both Garvita and Aphrodite!)

Garvita misses when Ethan/Luke would put on/take off her makeup and she would just talk about anything that comes to her head

Aphrodite misses how she could write in her diary without the worry of someone sneaking a peek

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Surprisingly, Garvita can! She just thinks about what her family used to be and what it now is and she cries; she doesn't like doing it though because it messes with up makeup and because it's not the best thought to have

As for Aphrodite, no she can't; honestly it's already hard for her to cry genuinely, crying on cue? Impossible

What’s their favorite self-care trick that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Garvita would rather die than share this to anyone, but! The reason why her skin seems to glow isn't just because pjo's Aphrodite is her mum, it's also bc she bathes her face in milk -- yeppp, like cleopatra

Aphrodite finds that indulging in one's impulses actually works out better than just shoving them down, she has tried to recommend it but people usualy just blow it off as oh but you're aphrodite, you're naturally gorgeous so she just... gave up

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Answered for Garvita here <3

For Aphrodite, I would just sit in a corner and cry; trust me Aphrodite will come to check on me and maybe give me some life advice

Morpheus would just go to where she is bc he's a freaking endless, he doesn't need to yell to find his partner. Aglaea, Cheri, and Cupid would be like we're not paid to do this, plus she can take care of herself and just find some nice place to have afternoon tea lol

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Garvita only whispers it when she's holding the person she loves tightly, sometimes she traces the words onto their skin and presses a kiss after

Aphrodite never says it, but she has a way of letting you know she loves you with her actions only

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Give and recieve gentle love for both Garvita and Aphrodite

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

"I don't care." -- Garvita, 24/7

"There's more than romantic love in the world." -- Aphrodite, every time someone complains that they can't find love

#oc: garvita srinivasan #oc: aphrodite #jay my beloved #alvita’s answers

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validyouthclub · 3 years ago

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The greatest word in the English Dictionary: "Yes"

*iMessage received from Her*

Me: So, will I be seeing you tomorrow at the park?

Her: Yeah! I'll be there, when will you be there for?

Me: Ummmm, honestly I think around noon, it's just a matter of when my mum can drop me off since she's my only ride.

Her: Sounds good, i'll be there around the same. There's going to be a fair few of us.

Me: Ooooh okay okay guess i'm gonna have to stick with you, you're my best bet at a conversation compared to the rest.

Her: Aww that's okay we can keep eachother company.

Me: Can't wait! Okay i'm gonna head to sleep, i'll see you tomorrow :)

Her: Okidoke! Goodnight :)

*The Next Day*

*iMessage received from Her*

Her: Hey! Where are you at?

Me: Sorry! My mum was running a bit late, i'm here. Just near the gate so i'll be there in a minute, where abouts are you all?

Her: We are all at the tennis court.

Me: Okay i'll be there in a minute.

Little over a few minutes later I arrive to the tennis court within the park.

Me: Hey hey! It's so good to see you again!

Her: It's so good to see you aswell!

Me: So what have I missed?

Her: Oh nothing much, just the lads being dumbasses as per.

Me: Ah yeah they're usually like that, I just like to watch them be themselves for entertainment.

Her: I like to do the same it's funny to watch them simply exist.

Me: Exactly! Like look at them, they can't even play tennis properly.

Her: I know right! How abouts we show them how to really play.

Me: Lets do it.

After a very long and exausting game of what some call an insult to tennis we gave the rackets to two of our friends and sat down.

Me: *Out of breath* Jesus Christ. Tennis is a lot more tiring than you think.

Her: *Also out of breath* It was so much fun though. Wow I can't catch my breath.

*One of the lads shouts*: Let's go into the main area of the park!

Me: Alright lets go with them

Her: Okidoke!

As time passes, our bunch of 18 year old friends playing in a childrens park slowly started to dissipate as they went home, until it consisted of just me, her, A, B, C and D. We all stood and sat on a small childrens obstacle course and began talking.

A: ...So it was just me and C at the end of the night just non-stop ordering more drinks and then suddenly he just...

Me: *talking to Her while A continues his story* His talking never stops doesn't it?

Her: Oh my god I know right, he just somehow merges his stories together so it forms one non-stop conversation with himself.

Me: Shhhhhhh haha.

D: So what are you two gonna do after this?

Me: I'm not too sure I might head home.

D: That's fine, i'm gonna be going back with C anyways.

C: Yeah we're gonna get going now so we'll see you all later.

C and D wave as they leave the park. A finishes his story and stands next to B and talks to her.

Her: I'll be heading back home soon it's getting dark out.

Me: Oh if you'd like I can walk you back to yours, better safe than sorry.

Her: *With a slight smile* Sure thing, i'd like that.

Me: So A, what are you gonna do, me and Her are gonna be heading back to her house, gotta keep her safe in this area.

A: I think i'll walk B back to her house

Me: Ah cool, well me and Her are gonna get going, it's getting dark out and i'm freezing.

A: That's fine, i'll see you two around.

Me and Her walk out of the park towards her house which ended up taking half an hour given the distance. We head out onto a bike path and walk along the pedestrian side to allow the night-time bikers past us. As the sun drops down below the horizon, so does the temperature.

Me: I've never been through here before it looks so nice.

Her: I love it, it's one of my favourite places to walk down

Me: Wow is it just me or is it just really cold now

her: It's so cold, hands are freezing cold. Here, feel them.

As we keep walking straight she picks up my swaying hand from my side and holds it. The touch of her delicate hand against mine fills me with a warm glow following up with a flow of relaxation and safety that I haven't felt before.

Me: *I look over at her with a slight grin* Oh wow you really are cold, we gotta get you back to your house so you can get warm.

Her: *with a small smile* Sounds like a plan.

As we keep walking forward our arms lower down with our hands still holding, then eventually our fingers interlock to secure our connection together. For the remainder of the walk we'd enjoy the comfort of eachothers company.

We exit out of the trail and head out into her estate where we are surrounded by houses, she guides me on every turn and bend by slightly pulling on my arm to show me the way.

We approach her house. We let go of eachothers hand as she walks up the driveway to her door and I stand on the path

Me: Oh wait is this your house? It looks lovely. Well I better get going.

She turns around and holds her hand up and grabs the air to indicate to come with her into her house. My heart rises with excitement, but then the anxiety begins. My mind starts racing and a variety of questions and panicks run through, "what if I meet her parents?", "does she like me back?", "what if i'm not welcome?"

We walk towards the living room, I see her parents are sat there and she greets me to them.

Her: We'll be upstairs!

She grabs hold of my hand and gently pulls me up the stairs and leads me into her room. There is a certain smell to it all, a freshness but filled with a soft coziness that makes me immediately feel welcome.

Her: Would you like to watch a film? we've still got a few on our list to watch.

Me: Sure! What are we gonna watch?

Her: Hmmmm....

She grabs the laptop thats on the desk across the room and sits down on the bed. I sit down next to her, we both sitting up against the headboard. She puts on a film, "A Whisker Away" appears on the screen.

We both lean back and tuck our legs under the covers. She grabs my right arm and lifts it over her head and puts it around her neck and then leans into my chest, resting her head against me.

My heart skipped a beat. I was filled with this joy that I simply cannot put into words. It felt like every worry I had around me had paused. And for the entirety of the film we were together, keeping eachother safe from the world around us.

As the film finished, we sat up and stretched from our little burrow in the bed.

Me: Well I really enjoyed that, it was such a lovely film.

Her: It really was!

we chatted for the remainer of the night, as the clocks hit 2AM we decided it was my time to leave so I had ordered a taxi.

Me: The taxi is here, it was lovely seeing you and thank you for inviting me into your home.

Her: It's okay! I really enjoyed tonight.

We walked downstairs and she opened the door for me, said our goodbyes and I walked out into the night and got into the Skoda Octavia that was branded with the taxi company on the side. As the driver pulled off, I waved goodbye.

*iMessage received from Her*

Her: Get home safe!!

Me: Okidoke will do!!

A few days pass by, sending eachother messages and we eventually arranged for me to go to her house again for the day and to have dinner there. Today is going to be the day i'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend. I'm going to do it today. I will do it. I will.

I arrived outside at 2PM, knocked on her door and she answered with a huge smile on her face. We went upstairs to her room and sat down on her bed and just chatted, sat on our phones and had a laugh. We got shouted down that food was ready so we got up and went down. I would take a random deep breath when it went silent so I can force myself to ask her to be my girlfriend.

An hour went by as we ate and talked with eachother and I bonded with her parents. We finished up and went upstairs, turned off the lights, got the laptop and layed down in bed. Every We rest our heads against eachother for a minute. We look to eachother, I look into her eyes, I couldn't tell if they were shining from the laptop screen or because I was admiring them so much. We slowly move our heads closer and we lean in to kiss. Our lips touch as we slowly kissed for the first time.

We lean back with smiles on our faces.

Me: Well that makes it a whole lot easier.

Her: Makes what a whole lot easier?

Me: Will you be my girlfriend?

Her: *with a smile that progressively gets bigger* Yes

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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America & Libi

America: This is gonna sound thirsty as hell cos it is 👌 America: your boyfriend's friend, Sean America: do I have a shot? Libi: 😂 Thirst away, I know he would be SO flattered Libi: Bobby isn't MY boyfriend, but that's by the by and so not why you're in my inbox right now Libi: well, he isn't dating anyone, that I know of, I'll ask Bobby to confirm but I'm like 99% sure Libi: and of course he thinks you're cool, you guys would be a sweet match America: He ISN'T? I thought - never.mind 🤫 America: anywayyy America: did he say I was cool? LOL yeah I really feel it now Libi: Everyone says that, don't worry Libi: we're just best friends Libi: Awh, don't be silly! I'm not going to go tell him word for word Libi: like that's not an exact quote but I know the few times we've hung out all together he's had a good time, specifically hanging out with you America: if you're gay I'm like really sorry for getting your hopes up with my thirsty opener! America: Sean does not deserve that quick of a U-turn from me Libi: Not, so you're totally cool and not on the gay girl shit-list Libi: not for this anyway, I don't know who is, officially Libi: He talked about your party for AGES after Libi: even though that got cut short 😕 did you get in so much trouble? America: The reaction from my sister alone would be reason to do it but I don't think I can commit that hard to you & that idea America: maybe if Sean says no America: I hope he didn't say anything about that part of the party when he was talking about it or I'll have to go crawl in a hole America: or bury my mam's boyfriend in one America: did you get to have any fun? I literally don't remember seeing you when we left your house Libi: Well, she is my biggest fan Libi: who's 💔 is theoretically worse, hers or mine rn? Libi: Just what we were all thinking Libi: which was that we thought that guy might keel over if he didn't 🤐 sooner rather than later Libi: so I'm glad you're already making funeral plans though not because that must suck Libi: no, we had a good time, lost in the crowd seems like the answer America: Jake is the only one with any power to 💖✂ her, don't worry, & she's my biggest fan for pointing out on the regs he's a waste of unblemished skin America: we were making all kinds of plans before she got 🍆💫 America: guess I'm on my own with keeping the good times coming ➜ Libi: 🤨 I'm not sure I've heard him say anything interesting before Libi: It's usually a lot of posing and preening, right Libi: but who am I to judge America: 🤣 I'm on the classroom floor rolling America: neither of them are looking for intellectual stimulation from each other Libi: 😅 Apologies to your teacher Libi: I'll pretend my 😳 is paint America: Miss visibly wants to get me diagnosed with something, it's a long-running thing we have going Libi: Like it makes them any more equipped to deal when they have a name for something Libi: must be a funding issue Libi: but that's a rant for another day 🤓 America: Sean is gonna have his work cut out now America: get your not boyfriend to tell him, game on, but he's in competition with you Libi: I'll go easy on him 😉 Libi: oh, and he is 100% single and 100% tried to read that message so America: misbehaviour puts him back in the 🏃 Libi: Damn Libi: Would helping you have a meet-cute with him bizarrely help my case? America: how cute? sharing in my sister's delusions is a turn off Libi: I don't think he's that kind of guy Libi: BUT it would not be weird for me to bring you along to hang with my not boyfriend and it wouldn't be any weirder if he asked Sean, casually America: which means what I've been thinking about him is right America: & you don't have to be disqualified for trying to drag me into some fake paradise where everyone is in love with themselves Libi: I mean, like all boys Libi: or most, I would be asked to ** in Libi: he talks a bigger game than he has, but I mean that in the best possible way, honestly Libi: he's nicer than he can sometimes sound, you know what I mean? America: me too, I hope Libi: You sound nice Libi: thirst and all America: I scared you away before, couldn't let that happen before I got what I wanted from you Libi: No, that was your mum's fella Libi: I promise Libi: I'm just not a party pro America: that's what I mean, before at your 🏠 I could tell you two were out of your depth Libi: I hope you didn't take it as a personal, you and your party thing though America: it wasn't my party Libi: Sorry, no doubt she'd be 😤 over my lack of distinction there Libi: you know what I mean America: I'm just a guest that she didn't really want there, like you Libi: I don't get the whole sibling thing Libi: only child perk and curse, I guess Libi: but I'm not anti-party or anti-you, for the record Libi: just less initiated America: & I'm not anti-anyone cos Chi is, putting that on the record while we're stating facts Libi: Fair enough 🤝 Libi: I don't take it personally from her, also btw Libi: how she has been about Bobs, moreso but that's not on you so like ❌ America: she acts like she burst out of her crib knowing how to do a smoky eye & what shots she liked best America: you've got time to get initiated if you want to America: & yeah, I know she's a dick about anyone not in her ⬛ of perceived coolness Libi: I've got very little shame in how far away from a smoky eye I was as a kid 😂 Libi: She's not the only one Libi: ⬛ are boring Libi: more boring than I probably seemed that night Libi: 🤞 America: I thought you were just 😍💖 America: that's a lot of people in my life right now though so that's probably why Libi: Oh God, you do not need to tell me Libi: I feel like EVERYONE is suddenly, it's wild America: & now me jumping into your inbox America: what's in the water? Libi: I'm sure the Bio teachers are screaming hormones right now Libi: 😬 gross but true America: Whatever the reason, I didn't mean to contribute to the 💖💣 in your face Libi: You're so beyond fine Libi: not anti-love Libi: or a nun America: you'd be in luck if you were, we aren't calling this love Libi: 😍💖? Libi: Gotcha America: interest America: the 1st I've broadcast Libi: Worth pursuing Libi: I hope I've helped confirm, anyway America: maybe we'll end up just friends like you & Bobby or < America: but I think he's worth pursuing Libi: no harming in 👀 or trying, right America: for the right people Libi: I'll drink to that Libi: not right RIGHT now though because that is paintbrush water and I've made that mistake before 🤢 America: vivid flashbacks to your pre-party drinking face America: shock & disgust Libi: Oh nooooooo 😭 Libi: really sold myself as life of the 🥳 Libi: 😂🙄 America: It wasn't any different for me, if you'd be there to see it Libi: No one is doing it for the taste yet are they Libi: I refuse to believe America: I don't think anyone's doing it for the taste ever America: wine or whiskey snobs only wanna show off America: & that's grown adults Libi: My granddad would be so offended 😅 America: If he wants to try & change my mind, I'll come over Libi: Sounds fun Libi: but also like a potential way for him to lose his license so maybe we'll keep it between us America: Why can't he use his words without bringing the 🍷🥃? America: it's like those people who are all about how 🌶🌶🌶 or rare something is America: you wish you were 💪 we understand Libi: I didn't know you just wanted a debate but that's cool too Libi: come over any time, like America: it's off the table at my house America: he'll start blowing a whistle & stop all verbal communication soon America: not a nun either so I assume I won't be into it Libi: Yikes, he should try getting a 🐶 or two Libi: even then, probably be disappointed, soz America: I'll pitch the idea as long as it ends in disappointment Libi: if he doesn't love puppies you know he's not the one America: I know that about him already America: What's Sean's stance? Libi: Good question Libi: I shall 💬 America: don't lie to score points yourself, I'll find out Libi: [so many dog pictures which clearly aren't just her and Killer but her and Twix and Bobby too] Libi: ➕ America: OMG Libi: Yeah 😎 Libi: they're old ladies now but they were puppies once [a throwback we just have] America: Miss is gonna live for this U-turn from 🤣 to 🥺 America: name that personality disorder, bitch Libi: Looking like a poor taste budget horror Libi: LOVE that America: get my good side with that 📹 of yours Libi: but every personality Libi: Got this 🎬 America: every personality's best bits Libi: I wish I could fix everything in post Libi: life would be so ✨ America: edit out Gary America: make Chi less of a cow America: make my other sister reappear Libi: So wild to me how your sister used to be 'round my grandma's at the same time I was and I really can only just remember those days Libi: what is she up to now? America: 😍💖 Libi: Ah Libi: of course Libi: like everyone else in the world America: but you know, with a rented flat & office job Libi: The grown-ups version Libi: I feel you America: I don't know what the fuck we're calling what my mam is playing at America: but yeah, give my sister more grown up points than that Libi: How long has he been on the scene, Gary? America: too long LOL America: but that'd be 1 date in his case Libi: I can't imagine how awkward that must be when it's your mum and your house Libi: it's bad enough when a friend or an auntie or something dates a dickhead America: she's dated fuckwits for as long as she's dated America: but they don't usually see a month in Libi: I'll 🤞 he's gone sooner rather than later America: Thanks Libi: You're okay, right? Libi: That might be weird to ask America: I guarantee it's weirder to answer Libi: You don't have to, that was out of line Libi: but if you wanted to, I wanted to give you the chance, even though all I can do is listen Libi: but we can as easily leave it America: I'm 👌 in the sense that he's probably not gonna murder us all in our beds Libi: That's always something America: but if your grandad decides to leave your nan, I'm down to move in & have nightly debates Libi: It's been nearly 60 years so Libi: he's either overdue or change or you're out of luck Libi: but you're still invited to come crash when you need America: unless Sean makes me a better offer, you win Libi: Of course, of course America: unlikely, I can't really open with please rescue me Libi: Might be a bit strong Libi: but the spare room doesn't come with any of those connotations America: Can I have the dog too? Libi: She'll have to decide for herself, it would be rude for me to Libi: but she's pretty chill as long as you give her treats or attention so it's likely America: What's her name? Libi: Killer Libi: I did not name her America: 😶 I don't really get to say anyone's got a shit name anyway Libi: What's in a name, the English teachers will chime in America: music teacher would probably say a lot Libi: **harmonize it, please America: [does as if we're not fully in class rn] Libi: Brava! 👏 Libi: so much better than whatever 'painting' I've managed this lesson, whoops America: that'll be my L to take for not shutting up America: sorry to your 🎨 Libi: We'll all survive, even if this not-masterpiece does not 🗑 Libi: painting is not my thing anyway America: I never got prime fridge real estate America: as an only child, you would Libi: Only child, technically, but my grandparents have ALL the grandkids, so it didn't always work out like that America: my nan has the same favourite as my mam so 🤷 America: consistency 🎊🎉 Libi: I don't need 3 guesses Libi: why is it Libi: is she most like them or what America: 👼 America: blue eyed, blonde haired fucking wonder America: my entire family IS that shallow Libi: Well I can say blue eyes are overrated and you can say blonde hair is America: skipping over the 🚩 of taking German when my family are basically neo-Nazis Libi: will have to get you out of my DMs stealth if that one rings true Libi: no negotiating America: I don't want to do the cliché plea of how different I am but like, in this instance, it holds up Libi: I'll hear it America: how does a girl prove she's not a Nazi around here? 💭 Libi: 😂 Can you prove/disprove a negative is a big 💭 Libi: too big for before lunch, I think America: Gary's existence proves a negative Libi: 📢🔥 Libi: He felt that America: 💖✂ Libi: If that's the order of the day, I'm not mad Libi: have played cupid once here so America: What about you? Libi: What about me? America: There's absolutely no 😍💖? Libi: Oh, nah Libi: not right now 🤷 America: Then you probably can't answer my kissing questions America: I think that practising on my hand has to be movie propaganda but pretending it'll be perfect & I won't 🤤 all over anyone has to be too Libi: I could try Libi: I've had some but maybe not recently enough to experience counts? America: this close to picking up a 🎸 & opening the floor for them but my sister would KILL me Libi: and Miss would fully be staging an intervention before you could get any decent ones America: even though she's literally a teacher & I'm asking to be taught something Libi: The hypocrisy 😏 Libi: I think the less you think about it the easier it is Libi: which is such non-advice I know America: 👌 have a drink & just do it Libi: lowkey, yeah Libi: nerves never help a performance, right Libi: sure your teacher would have to agree on that one America: Did I agree to putting on a show for him? 👌 I see how it is Libi: 😲 Libi: not what I meant America: No? Libi: I mean, do what you wanna Libi: but not sure he warrants that much effort yet America: 🤣 America: I hope he didn't feel that 💖✂ Libi: It's not shade so it's okay Libi: I covered that he's nice before I went there 🙃 America: Did he go out with Michelle? Libi: Our sources say yes Libi: couple of months America: A couple of months seriously or casually? You were there Libi: I think he thought it was more serious than it was Libi: but I don't think he's looking for that America: & they're 100% over, no hang ups Libi: Totally America: cos she seems cool, I'm not trying to start something Libi: She's chill Libi: he's a free agent Libi: and he's interested too, for sure America: the interrogation can stop 🎊🎉 it's not making me look very chill Libi: I'll never tell Libi: plus you've distracted me from a boring lesson so it's okay Libi: a favour, really America: I can tell you're an only child America: my sisters would use anything I said or did or almost said or did against me if they can Libi: Damn, should I be keeping these in my backpocket? America: realistically Libi: SO bad at this Libi: I'm a slightly better friend 🤞 America: Being somewhere in the middle of a total dick & and a good friend, I'm not the right person to help you get better at either America: partying though America: if you ever want Libi: It would be useful Libi: not gonna lie Libi: as you got what you wanted, like America: I'll knock for you Libi: 👍 Bobby can come too, right? America: yeah, he can join in too America: I won't insist that he kisses me but pitch the idea Libi: I'll 🏏 America: There's always something going on, even with my house being not enough like a morgue but simultaneously too much like a morgue Libi: Halloween isn't the only time for costume parties 👻🧛👽🤖 America: I knew I fucked with you Libi: 😏 Libi: people who think costume parties suck have 0 imagination America: or only wanna look a certain way Libi: that too Libi: heaven forbid you have fun and don't just sit there 😘 America: if Chi didn't feel that, I'll be the one 💖✂ Libi: you can always say it yourself and take credit Libi: on me America: ghost writer, there's a costume in that America: she doesn't just sit there honestly, but it's not about having fun, she'll do fucking anything but it's to keep everyone looking at her Libi: I guess that accounts for some of it Libi: Middle child syndrome is a costume too Libi: if a little abstract America: Favourite child too, but she's got too much wear out of that one as is Libi: No repeats America: worse crimes have been committed than tiara recycling Libi: Maybe Libi: but it's close America: you've got jokes America: I don't think you really need me to teach you anything to be fun at 🥳 America: I predict some kind of 📹 prank is about to happen to me Libi: If youtube pranks are still fun and cool, I'm gonna have to ❌ that because yikes Libi: I just, there's a lot of it that everyone else does that I don't see the point to Libi: for me, anyway America: You don't have to do things that everyone else is doing Libi: Technically Libi: I don't think everyone else is the PSA enabler friend/peer pressure pusher or anything Libi: but it does other you if you don't join in, to a degree, with a lot of it America: 👌 so when we get to your limit, stop me Libi: Okay Libi: but don't go easy just because this all makes me sound about 7 America: Miss wouldn't have oppositional defiant disorder on her diagnosis checklist if I went easy on anyone Libi: 😂 Libi: She's really gone through psychology today yeah America: she's clearly so bored America: & wishing she had talent to scout America: I literally can't have that cos I don't see teachers as authority figures in the first place Libi: Delusions of grandeur ✔ for her America: 🤣 America: sorry you can't control me bitch, call Gary & compare notes Libi: Maybe Gary should bring in his CV America: we'd both love to see more of each other Libi: Of course Libi: and he's the ideal candidate for hapless teacher #46 who can't control their class America: if he ended up 🤯 my mam would 😍😗 the little neck stump America: she's that far gone Libi: Again, I only have experience by-proxy Libi: but that usually ends up 🤯 everything else Libi: so I 👂 America: You heard right in my experience America: my da's got enough left of him to sign a cheque, I picture him like that Adam's family hand Libi: [does the clicks in a boomerang type thing] America: nailed it! Libi: You know Libi: didn't want to be the girl who makes everything about her dead parents Libi: but arguably I'm the proof of everything going 🤯 so I do know a little bit about it America: Shit sorry! I forgot Libi: Don't be Libi: it's good it's not like, forefront of the facts you can recall on me, if anything America: I know what you mean, from a family of attention seeking whores isn't how I like to advertise myself Libi: I'm sure I could make a claim for that title too according to the masses Libi: but neither of us need to 📢 America: send my apologies to Sean if that's what he was expecting America: I do need attention but it doesn't have to be sexual specifically, as Miss can testify Libi: I should HOPE she can America: She plays hard to get, for all her therapizing Libi: She in the 🏃? America: only in the fantasy land she's created Libi: Bless her Libi: any way to kill the day is this place's motto, I think America: 🎼 school song if I do some more harmonising 🎹 Libi: 🌹👏 America: Due credit to you & your ideas America: I couldn't be happier it's not a 😍💖 song Libi: Likewise Libi: so it's worth it and you're welcome Libi: I can give Sean your number, I presume? America: & any screenshots you've taken as mean girl practice Libi: Only the worst bits, obvs Libi: 😘 America: my ugliest sides 👺👺 America: Still not a nazi btw, I just realised the 👃 and brows are a bit anti-Jewish propaganda Libi: 🤔 What if you realizing that is racist though? Libi: conundrum America: well fuck Libi: Hypothetically though Libi: goes a bit beyond mean girl territory to accuse you of racism/fascism America: slightly yeah Libi: thus I would NEVER Libi: 😎 only America: you've seen Gary so you know my hatred isn't rooted in anything racist there America: 🎊🎉 Libi: Can back you up there Libi: nothing but warranted and fair America: Thanks Libi: Has he 💬 yet or is he playing it cool? America: Cool or his teacher is a dick 📴 America: hopefully he's not in a lesson with my sister, that'll turn him off Libi: Not ideal Libi: She's probably changed all her classes to match Jake's, right? America: 🤮 Libi: Too real America: the upside of Gary's regime is that I don't have to see Jake at my house on the regs Libi: Upside? Libi: That's the WHOLE appeal America: 👏 You're not one of the 'everybody' Chi thinks is obsessed with him 🎊🎉 Libi: I don't even know him, in reality Libi: so I probably shouldn't 💬 on him but the only times I've heard him speaking he's been being dismissive or rude so Libi: meh America: Nobody knows him in reality, they live a bubble 🏰👑 America: but when you party, you'll get to know him America: what a fuckwit he happily presents himself as Libi: 😰 Libi: as long as that's in the bottom 3 of the experience, not top, then it won't put me off the 🥳 as a whole America: don't worry, you're too pretty to have to hear the full 💯 Libi: ❓❓❓ America: I just mean, he'll frame it like a compliment for you, so it'll be easier to take or brush off Libi: Compliments don't mean much when they come from an arsehole Libi: 🤷 America: I know Chi didn't feel that Libi: We've all got our taste, I guess Libi: or lackthereof Libi: I'm making myself sound more and more like a nun by the minute America: Not gonna insist that you prove you're not Libi: 🤞 it'll become clear Libi: obvious lack of habit aside America: Excellent wordplay Libi: Do my best Libi: though as it's art, not english, probably not appreciated by anyone but you rn America: Graffiti is words a lot of the time & that's art Libi: That's a good point Libi: I'll have to see if he goes for it America: Good luck Libi: Do you like high school so far? America: maybe that's supposed to be a weirder question than if I'm okay, but I lowkey do like it Libi: Me too 🙃 Libi: Primary was really boring by the end America: I thought everyone would treat me like a giant baby but I've made so many cool older friends already America: & I refuse to give my sister credit for them ALL Libi: Yeah, I thought the same thing Libi: apart from the usual dickheads being like that to everyone whatever the reason, everyone's been pretty chill Libi: and it's nice that we have SOME say over what we take now, instead of just doing a bit of everything America: My even older sister, from your flashbacks, made this place seem really different America: in a bad way Libi: SAME Libi: not your older sister, that would be random Libi: my aunties and stuff made it sound like literal HELL though America: She is a LOL random type, honestly, I'd believe it Libi: 😂 Libi: No DM slides from either sister, we're 👌 America: that'll happen when she finds out you pimped me to Sean Libi: 😬 Libi: well when you put it like THAT America: jk she hasn't threatened anyone on my behalf since everyone was over my OUTRAGEOUS lies about who my da was & I got doxxed to prove how 🥱 he is America: Primary really did get boring by the end Libi: Like I said, no imagination America: what was your favourite lie of mine? Everyone's got one Libi: 🤔 Libi: Long haul lorry driver Libi: because it seemed the most realistic so everyone thought that one was true America: I tripped myself up when I added he witnessed that 🚽 murder Libi: Right Libi: and then suddenly it was all along route 66 Libi: 👎 America: it was a better naming story than my mam's real reasons, I stand by that Libi: Was she a big traveller or wishes she was? America: this would be the PERFECT time for an elaborate lie Libi: Feel free America: you're expecting it now Libi: Suppose that does take away most of the fun Libi: Everyone thought I made up all the stuff about my parents too America: Why didn't you? Libi: That's the thing, probably would've been more comfortable for everyone if I did, honestly Libi: guess the details made it seem unbelievable enough but it just didn't cross my mind, really Libi: I was just wanting to 💬 about them all the time when I was little America: I remember that! Not saying you inspired me to become a pathological liar with how cool it all sounded though America: I probably wouldn't even if Chi hadn't be so mad you gatecrashed her birthday party Libi: 😏 See, can't say I couldn't hang America: she'll still try to but she's said worse Libi: To be expected America: like a text from Sean Libi: Let's not get it twisted though Libi: not excited for it America: 😐 is me Libi: What emoji can I be/ America: 🥳 when I'm done with you, bitch Libi: 😂 I accept America: ask your not boyfriend when he's down & slide into my dms Libi: I will Libi: You can hit up Sean and ask him when he hits you up, finally Libi: I think he's gonna hit you up just after lunch Libi: to show he's casual America: 🐁🐈 America: I'll resist the urge to throw myself at him before then America: to show I understand how this all works Libi: Very mature Libi: or actually, not, but we have to get down to boy's levels America: he's about at our level right now, I think that's how the age gap works Libi: That's fair Libi: there's a lot of lads who still think we're diseased or are more interested in whatever game they are rn America: yeah, I don't know how much he knew about me before we met but there's no escaping that we only just got here America: an age based lie isn't happening Libi: No, that's not working Libi: I don't think you need to lie though Libi: he clearly wants to get to know you more too or I'd be awkwardly letting you down right now, right America: unless you're either too nice to do it or mean enough to want to see me make a twat of myself Libi: 🧐 Libi: Have to see, but I am neither, for the record America: catch me on the rebound 🕷🕸 Libi: All part of the plan America: I'll partner up with you in PE, give you a chance to make your move America: the seating plan'll fuck you over for the rest America: really would look like a nazi if I force Bekah to give up her seat for me like I'm your new BFFL America: 💖💣 Libi: Maybe we don't bring up the 2nd N word around her, like Libi: otherwise she's gonna be cool America: 👌 I'll 🤫 America: no casual German dropped into the conversation Libi: You wanna sit next to each other in German though Libi: the boy I sat next to is 🥱😴 America: The boy I sit next to did fall asleep recently so yeah America: I need to know if I'm 🥱 or he's 😴 & it's not about me Libi: 👋 It's a date Libi: 😘 jk America: they do like it when we roleplay America: 💐🕯🍷

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shawnpetermuffins · 6 years ago

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Convenient Girlfriend

Summary: You're not sure if you are still important to Shawn, and you've been putting off this fight for long enough.

A/n: this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far, honestly.

Requested: no

Warning: angst, so much angst

Word count: 1,535

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Neither of us have said a word since dinner with Matt and Brian. Actually, neither of us have said a word to each other since before dinner. He talked to his friends the whole time and I interjected only when spoken to. I wasn't in the mood for a long night out, and knowing them, they'd want to go get drinks after, and I was in the unfortunate situation of coming with Shawn - meaning I had no way to leave without him. Calling an uber would, for one, be rude. And two, prove to the guys that something wasn't right with me and Shawn. Not that they needed to know that. Not that Shawn even knew that, so it seems.

"So, are you gonna tell me what I did or are we just gonna ignore it until you get over it?" He asked after setting his keys on the table by the door.

I scoffed, no longer in the mood to hide my obvious irritation.

"Not talking? Okay, I'll talk. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. It'd be nice to know what it was, though, seeing as I've barely said a word all day."

"That," I said facing him. "That is the problem. You haven't said fucking anything to me all day - Sorry, all week."

He shrugged, "there hasn't been much to say. Nothing's happened."

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, "everything's happened," I mumbled. "You've just chosen not to see it."

"See what, y/n? What am I not seeing?" He threw his hands up in frustration.

“I’m only your girlfriend when it’s convenient for you, Shawn!"

"What that supposed to mean?" He crossed his arms defensively.

"A fan’s getting a little too close to you, ‘hey, you know I have a girlfriend, right?’ The boys want to go out, but you don’t? ‘Can’t tonight, the girlfriend wants me home.’ Do you know how that makes me look to your friends when you say that shit? Not to mention, you say it and you don’t even spend time with me. You lock yourself in your studio and don’t come out for hours on end.”

“That’s not-”

“True? Fair? No, of course it’s not. But frankly, neither is our relationship.”

He flinched like I’d just hit him. “What are you saying?”

“That I’m done being your excuse.”

“My excuse? Is that really what you think you are to me?”

“We don’t spend any time together! None! I’m literally just living in your condo hoping that I might get to see you at least once a week while you’re here.”

“Y/n, you’re not my excuse.” He tried reaching for my hands.

“My name only comes up when you’re trying to get out of something. And don’t think that I’m the only one who’s noticed.”

“What are you talking about?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I had lunch with Aaliyah and your mom today.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried. I even tried inviting you. But apparently you become deaf the second I open my mouth.” I arched an eyebrow at him. “Your sister asked me if we were still together. Said she hasn’t seen many pictures of us in a while.”

“That’s a stupid thing to ask.”

“I didn’t think so,” I shrugged. “Actually I thought it was pretty reasonable. And then I realized that I didn’t really have an answer for her.”

“You didn’t answer? You’re supposed to say ‘yes.’”

“Was I?”

“Yes!”

I scoffed, “Okay.”

He groaned and rubbed the side of his neck, “What did mum say?”

“That she misses seeing me around. Apparently she wanted to ask me to lunch directly because every time she invites you first, I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy,” he defended.

“I’m never busy! I’m especially not too busy to hang out with your family, who I love! Who have literally taken me in as their own!”

“Well I’m sorry! Next time I’ll make sure to bring you along. Get you and my parents off my back,” he mumbled the second part.

“See? That right there! You’re bringing me because you’ll get something out of it! I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, Shawn! Not someone that you hit up every once in a while because you’re lonely. We’ve been together four years! But… I don’t think I want to be your girlfriend anymore if this is what our relationship is going to look like.”

“Fine! You don't want to be my girlfriend? Then marry me!”

I stood there, just staring at him in complete shock. “What did you just say to me?”

“You're tired of being my girlfriend. So be my wife instead.”

I don't know entirely why I did it, but I shook my head. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” I confirmed, and now I know why. “You don't want to marry me, Shawn. You just want to find a solution to an unsolvable problem.”

“What? You think we can't fix this? It's one fight, y/n!”

“Today! We've fought more in the last three months that you've been home than in the four years we've been together! You're not asking me to marry you because you want me to. You're asking because you think it'll shut me up. You think this is what I want and it's not.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?! What can I do to make you happy?!” He threw his hands around like a madman, and there was no easy way for me to say this to him.

But I've been hurting here in this house for years. I'm not even second best for him. I never have been. But I’m always here when he needs someone. I've dealt with his fame and the media trying to twist our relationship every which way. I've dealt with his fans - most of them sweet and caring, never intrusive, but others that hated the idea of someone that wasn't them dating their idol. I've been to every award show he's asked me to go to because he needed someone next to him, to help show him off. I was there for his concerts when I was able to take off work. I've been there for him through everything.

And he's missed everything. He wasn't there when I graduated college because of a last minute studio session. He wasn't there to wish me luck when I started working at my dream job. Or when my anxiety got so bad that I couldn't get out of bed for two whole days. He's always been my number one priority, and it just sucks that it's taken me four years to realize that I was never his. “I want to break up.”

"No," he said definitively. "No, you don't. You can't."

"Shawn, don't make this harder than it has to be."

"I Will! I will make this hard! You're throwing four years of our lives away like it's nothing."

"You think that's what I'm doing? You think I wanted this to happen?” I ran my hands through my hair. “Of course I didn't! But you're not making this easy, bub! You're always gone! You never talk to me, whether you're here or not. I can't remember the last time we had a meal together, or the last time I woke up with you still beside me, or went to bed wrapped in your arms. I'm not the one throwing us away, Shawn. You are. You did the second you stopped telling me not to wait up for you."

He's crying - sobbing - And I want to take him in my arms and cuddle him and tell him that it'll all be okay. But he's not mine anymore, so I turn to our bedroom and start packing my things.

He came in twenty minutes later and practically growled at the sight in front of him. "No," he mumbled and shook his head.

"What?" I asked, forcefully throwing another two pairs of jeans into my suitcase.

"No," he exclaimed, causing me to flinch and then he was next to me, pulling my clothes out of my bag, throwing it aimlessly across the room.

"Shawn! Stop it!" I tried to take my stuff and put it back, but he caught my wrists.

"You're not leaving," he told me, eyes red and filled with fire, but so so tired. "We're going to fix this. Make it all better. I'm going to pay more attention and I'm gonna take you out. I will make this better. Because I am in love with you, y/n. I love you. I love you. I love you."

I hung my head, not wanting to stare at his hurt eyes any longer.

"Say it back," he begged, but I stayed silent. "Baby…" his voice cracked. "Tell me you still love me."

I took in a shuddery breath, my shoulders shaking with my unsettling, choked sobs.

"Please…" he's on his knees now, trying to catch my gaze, but I shut my eyes tight, my tears still streaming steadily.

"Of course I do," I managed to whisper and open my eyes. They met his, and I catch the tiniest amount of hope in them. "But I can't do this anymore."

And just like that, it's gone.

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the-kingofsnakes · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Abrupt Alliance

The letters followed them from his glass tank in the cupboard under the stairs, to the motel two towns over and finally to a rickety shack in the middle of a swamp that Uncle Vernon had somehow found. The letters outshined the fact that it was now his birthday. He wasn't surprised though since his birthday is forgotten every year. The only good thing about them leaving the house abruptly to escape the letters was that no one had thought to load his tank with them so he was free to roam around the room in his skin. It only took Dudley seconds to realize that the most integral piece of their lives was missing once Vernon had announced there were only two beds.

"That's fine. Harry can sleep in his tank like always." Dudley replied with his mouth full of sausage.

Petunia had taken to cooking the others a meal of thick sausage and grits on the stove while Harry snuck in a few pieces of leftover broccoli he had stashed in his trouser pockets before they left. His teeth tingle when Dudley suddenly wafted his extra sausage in his face. Both completely aware that Harry wasn't allowed to eat it as they kept him on a strict vegetable scraps only diet. Which basically meant that whenever Petunia cooked vegetables with their meals, once every few weeks or so, Harry was allowed to eat a few handfuls of whatever they had after the plates had been sitting in the sink and doused in water for rinsing during which most of the scraps were washed down the drain.

His scales vibrated over his skin as he watched his family dig into the food once it was fully cooked. He ached to change into his snake form, knowing he was much faster in it than his human one, and steal a bit of meat from one of them. He hadn't had any since they first found out he could turn into a snake when he was seven. He wasn't even sure why he changed forms anymore as it was so long ago, only that ever since then his bed in his cupboard had been replaced with a table and a medium fish tank Uncle Vernon had found after the incident.

According to his Aunt and Uncle he had bit Dudley's foot and had sent him straight to the hospital due to poisoning. The doctor had said that whatever bit him had been "highly venomous" and "not of this region" only to advise him to stay away from the snake he found if he came across it again and urged the adults to call the humane society so they can relocate the snake back to its natural habitat if they found it again. The bite mark from the wound suggested that the snake had been an eastern indigo snake.

It was only years later when Harry happened to be in the library at school that he had found out that the eastern indigo snake, while large in size, was actually non-venomous and typically ate small mammals and eggs. He was certain that his Aunt knew this as well since she was the one that implemented his vegetarian diet after his initial transformation.

Unfortunately, when he asked her why he could change into a snake she just sneered at him and told him it was a repulsive family trait that he got from his mother. Which made his Uncle pipe up that his father wasn't much better since he was a damn binder. He still wasn't sure how his father was a stationary item but had just chalked his Uncle's words up to him being too dumb to comprehend what the adult actually meant.

His bangs tickled the tops of his eyes, breaking him out of his reverie as he pushed them out of his face for what felt like the tenth time that night. His unruly red hair was a constant problem in his life and no matter how much gel Aunt Petunia tried to slather on it always somehow managed to look like the broken bristles of a witch's broom he had seen in comics in the school newspaper. His eyes weren't any better unfortunately. Instead of having normal colored eyes, his were yellow like an owl, with a ring of dark green around them. The Dursley's made him wear obnoxiously big circular glasses that didn't even have lenses in them and told people he wore colored contacts to cover up the abnormality. He rather liked his eyes though, as they were the only constant in either of his forms.

Though his scar, he thought, was the worst of all. It sat rather proudly on the left side of his forehead and looked like a burst of silvery white lightning that refused to conform to the rest of his chestnut skin tone. His hair refused to cover it no matter how long it got and seemed almost personally offended when Harry would try to force it to do so, sticking out even more with renewed static from his hands coursing through the strands and encouraged their defiance.

The sudden kick to his shins that Dudley gave him stirred him from his thoughts. Groaning in pain, he glared at his cousin.

"What?" Harry asked through clenched teeth in English. The language sounded foul on his tongue, like week old moldy vegetables that he only ate because he didn't have anything else available. He much preferred to speak like the snakes that came into Aunt Petunia's garden but he also knew the others frowned upon it. They said it was unnatural and horrid but Harry thought the same thing about English so he supposed fair was fair.

"Mum said you get the corner of the floor and I get the other bed." Dudley smirked with a haughty reply.

Harry let out a small huff in response and wished he'd speak to him like he used to before he turned into Vernon's little soldier. Sure Dudley had been mean to him when his parents were around but that was because Vernon and Petunia were horrible people and could be quite scary to a small child. Before Harry turned into a snake and bit him for being a dunce though they used to use snake-speak with each other all the time and had been quite close when behind doors.

He sighed in defeat and went to curl up on the floor as Petunia cleaned the dishes all the while, humming an annoying tune. He knew it was a nervous tick of hers from years of exposure to it and that it often meant bad things were about to happen to him. However, nothing did this time, and the other three residents of the creaky cabin lulled themselves to sleep eventually.

Once everyone else fell asleep Harry got two of the letters he had managed to snag from the air before they left to read their contents. He winced when he felt Dudley sit beside him and expected a blow to the head only for him to whisper hastily to get on with it. Both of them held their breath in anticipation as Harry handed one to his cousin and opened them at the same time. Bafflement was the only thing he felt as Harry read the contents of the letter in his hands:

Dear Mr. D. Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl no later than 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Dudley... this is about you. Why is it about you? You're not…" Like me, wrong, different, he wanted to say to his cousin but couldn't bring himself to utter the words.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? This thing clearly says your name and not mine! I'm not like you. Stop making fun of me Harry!" Dudley whispered loudly.

"I'm not I swear! See, look."

Harry shoved his letter in Dudley's hands and his own letter was shoved none to gently at him. He wasn't sure if it was the force of the shove that Dudley gave him or the fact that he was so thin that made him almost go backwards. Split second panic rose in him as he started to fall over only for his wrist closest to his cousin to be pulled back gently which Harry assumed was a reflex for the other when it wasn't acknowledged. His cousin favored skimming his own letter instead and Harry saw the exact moment Dudley realized Vernon wouldn't show mercy due to their blood relation.

"He's gonna kill me." Dudley whispered out.

"So I'm… magic? You're magic? We're both magic?" Harry asked to confirm the mass confusion in his head.

"Apparently. It doesn't make sense though. I mean, I get you... but me? I haven't done anything magical in my life. I'm perfectly, boringly ordinary just like him."

It was strange how one word, like him, could be filled with love one second then so much hate and fear it consumed your very core the next. Harry was thankful for it though because for the first time in their lives since the accident he felt like they were finally on the same page on how awful the elder Dursleys really were. Petunia was more passive but Vernon was known to favor his fists more than words and knew where to strike so as to not raise suspicion.

"Well according to this you aren't. Maybe you blocked it out when you did something magical because you thought he wouldn't love you anymore?"

"He won't. He hates you. We both know he does. Mum though… I think she likes you, or wants to at least. Like maybe she's afraid to show it because she's afraid of him? I mean, it wouldn't be very far fetched considering how he treats you. Would it?"

Harry honestly wasn't sure how to respond to that. Especially since Aunt Petunia was the one who restricted his diet and kept him locked up most of the time. While Vernon doled out the more physical punishments to him and thought that keeping him locked up was a pointless endeavor.

"Are you afraid of him?"

"Currently? Terrified."

Harry just nodded beside him since he wasn't sure if he should say anything else. Was there a truce between them now that they were similar or was Dudley going to deny it and still torture him? Deciding it was better to not ask, he took off his glasses, frames really as they had no lenses, and readied himself to curl up on the floor, debating whether or not to sleep in his scales when Dudley spoke up once more.

"You know you could…. Um… I mean the bed is big enough for the both of us I think. Only if you want that is?"

Harry blinked slowly in return and felt like the world had spun up around him only to jerk him back to the ground just as quick. His brain tried to play out all the scenarios that this could be a trick, after all they were in the middle of nowhere and practically no one knew he existed other than these Hogwarts people. They could leave him here the next morning and Dudley would act like Harry never even existed just like always. He wanted to say yes. If he were being honest with himself then he would even go so far as to say that he wanted them to be friends… eventually.

He debated on what to tell Dudley that wouldn't be overtly rude, as in: 'No, we can't both fit because you're a giant pig', since he's pretty sure the other boy was trying to extend some semblance of peace before the oncoming storm that was Vernon Dursley. So instead he just nodded, turned into his snake form and allowed Dudley to pick him up to set him on the bed gently. He honestly didn't know the other boy could be gentle, especially not when it came to him.

"Thanksss" Harry replied thoughtlessly once Dudley let go.

"You're welcome."

Harry knew that if he were in his skin then he'd be smiling at Dudley's automatic hiss, however small it was of a reply. At the moment though he was too tired to do anything else, including acknowledging his cousins' fumbling tongue, other than curl up under the other pillow so that he was encased in complete darkness and close his eyes as Dudley got dressed. He listened to the roughness of the clothes as they moved over Dudley's skin and could taste the scent of them on the air when he flicked his tongue out.

"Hey Harry?" Dudley whispered as he pulled the covers over him once he got into bed.

Harry poked his black head out from under the pillow and glanced over at his cousin. He was certain that if snakes could look drowsy then he would look exhausted. The bruises on his ribs were burning from all the moving around he had to do in their hasty escape from the letters and he was fairly certain one of them was broken. His stomach growled in contempt once more as he waited on Dudley to speak. Even his scales somehow ached from exhaustion and he couldn't for the life of him remember the last time he had drank something. He knew if he looked in the mirror in his skin form that his eyes would have dark circles under them and his ribs would be sticking out under Dudley's hand-me-downs.

"What do you thinksss gonna happen tomorrow? They aren't going to leave usss out here are- are they?" His voice quivered with fear as the words were spoken.

"I'm not sure. Guess we'll see what happensss in the morning."

"Suppose you're right." Dudley hissed back in a defeated tone. He was sounding more and more like a scared child with each second that passed.

"Night Harry." He mumbled out against his pillow after a brief silence. The words came out thick with the general haze of sleep ringing in them.

Harry didn't bother replying and decided instead to move out from under the pillow and curl up near Dudley's form as he fell into the sweet embrace of slumber. He didn't really like sleeping out in the open but he figured it showed that he had Dudley's back since he was faster than the other in case the adults tried anything during the night.

#parseltounge has double S's at the end of a word if it ends in an S #Slytherin Harry #Harry has red hair like his mom #KoS

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mwdders · 6 years ago

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Hello

Requested: No, but send me requests.

Warnings: swearing, abuse, fighting, toxic behaviour.

Harry Hook x reader

Word Count: 3,084

Plot: This is based off the song Everytime by Ariana Grande. It’s about being in a toxic relationship, and even though they know they’re no good for each other they always go back to each other no matter what.

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Waiting at the door, it seems like forever, I was suppose to be meeting Harry nearly 2 hours ago. Having the feeling he wasn’t going to show again I storm off and back to my room.

I get tired of your no shows

Unlocking my dorm, I huff and walk over to my bed, Jane my room mate looks up at me.

“Did he not show again?”

“No he didn’t.” I fall back onto my bed. “Am i doing something wrong? That’s 3 times this week he’s not shown.”

“Sweetie you’re not doing anything wrong. Harry’s clearly just not got his priories straight.” She looks at me sympathetically.

“I’m going to find him.” I stand up and quickly change from the clothes I was wearing for our date into a black dress, pink jacket and black heeled ankle boots.

“Is that wise? I mean you’re angry, he might have a good excuse.”

“No, he won’t. I already know what’s happened. I bet I’ll find him in Uma’s office.” Without giving Jane the chance to reply I’m out the door.

Walking down the corridor I walk past people staring at me, I may be an Auradon kid but i am not a princess and certainly do not act like one.

Walking to Uma’s dorm, I knock on the door next to it, which is her office. “Who is it?”

“Y/n. Open up.” The door opens and Uma stands in front of me. “Have you seen Harry?”

“No, sorry. Why?”

“He never showed for our date and I waited 2 hours.” For a second she looks sympathetic but that quickly vanishes. “Huh, maybe he did say something about training?” She puts her fingers to her chin as if she’s thinking.

“No games today Uma. I’m not in the mood.”

“Like I said, try the gym.” She slams the door in my face and I swear I could rip her head off her body.

Sauntering away I make my way towards the gym. Pushing the double doors open probably a little too dramatically, I find Harry training with the rest of the crew but also Jay.

“There you are.”

“Princess.” He smiles at me but keeps training.

“Forget something?” I walk over to him my heels clicking on the tiled floor. “I don’t think so.” “Oh I think you did.” I lean against a pillar and cross my arms. “Nothing comes to mind?” He questions looking at me, I raise my eyebrows, he can’t be serious. “Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting 2 hours for you.” “I’m still confused? I’ve been in the gym, every Thursday 3-5 is my gym time.” “No baby, you were suppose to meet me for our date.” He stops what he’s doing and turns to me. “No that’s tomorrow.” He shakes his head. “Harry, it was today.” Trying not to get angry, I breathe a little deeper, “Y/n it’s tomorrow. I’m certain.” I stand in front of him forcing him to stop.

“No. It was today, and you left me waiting for 2 hours. I told you, that Thursday 3-4 is our weekly date. You’ve not showed up three times now because we keep changing it to suit you.”

“Geez you should calm down, I’m sorry I forgot baby but you don’t control my life.”

You get tired of my control

“Everyone out!” I yell, my patience at breaking point. “What? You can’t just kick us out.” Someone says, I turn to them, it being one of Uma’s pirates. “Get the fuck out now before I pull your tongue out your throat and shove it up your ass.” I yell causing everyone to run out the room.

“Y/n what are ya doing love?” “I’ve had enough of you Harry! You never show up, you except me to revolve my life around you, you never consider my life or plans, it’s like you don’t even care for me!”

“I do! It’s just I’m my own person, you try to control me like I’m some perfect prince and I ain’t. I have duties, to myself and to Uma”

“Here we go again, Uma this Uma that. All ya ever do is talk about that bitch!”

“Don’t you call her that!” Harry grabs my jacket by the collar pulling me into him forcefully. “Get your hands off me.” I shove him away and hit him. “Never ever grab me like that again.” He puts his hand to his cheek where there’s an evident red mark. “You hit me? You actually hit me.” “You grabbed me? All because I called Uma a bitch.” “Yeah and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if you were to say it again.” “Noted. I’m going to go now.” “Wait y/n,” he grabs my hand pulling me back, “I am sorry I missed our date.” “It’s fine Harry. I’ll see you later.” I walk away and out the double doors, as I do, I see a crowd of people standing there, clearly being nosey listening to me and Harry fight. “Scram you pieces of shit!” I growl and they all scatter running away.

Walking back to my dorm, i think about what happened with Harry, how he grabbed me and he said he’d do it again if I disrespected Uma, maybe he’s not who I thought he was.

Sighing I enter my room, and take my jacket off throwing it on my bed. “Oh my god! Y/n your neck.” Jane says, I turn to look at her, not realising, Evie and Carlos were sat with her.

“What?” “It’s all red! Like a huge red mark!”

I walk to the mirror and inspect my neck, she was right, there was a huge mark, it must of been where Harry grabbed my collar.

“What happened?”

“Oh erm, Harry grabbed me.”

“He what?!” All 3 say at the same time.

“Yeah, he grabbed me by the collar, but I shoved him away and hit him.” “Jesus y/n, you hit him?” I sit down on my bed opposite the three who were all sat on Jane’s bed.

“Erm yeah, I had no choice, I don’t think he would of let go otherwise.”

“Do we need to talk to him? Im sure Mal and Jay would be happy too.”

“No I’m fine honestly, I sorted it.”

“If you’re sure.” “I am. Thank you though.”

I stand up and walk over to my vanity, I keep lots of things in it but mostly alcohol. I pour myself a drink and down it. “Steady y/n.” Evie says, “I want to forget today ever happened so I’m not slowing down.” I repeat my actions, drink, pour, drink, pour and so on.

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

By 10pm I was laying in my bed, drunk and crying, “Why is my life like this Jane? Why couldn’t I have chosen a simple prince, why did I fall for the most complicated boy in Auradon?”

“I don’t know y/n. You know what they say, you can’t chose who your fall for.” “I understand that I do! But I just don’t get Harry, why can’t he just give me some of his time, it’s like he doesn’t even care about me but then he tells me he loves me? It’s so toxic.” “If you feel like that, you should end things with him. You can’t stay with someone you feel doesn’t care about you, even if they do say they love you.”

“But I can’t! There’s something about him that draws me too him, it’s like a connection. I’m hopeless without him but we’re evil together.”

They keep telling me to let go

But I don't really let go when I say so

“Sweetie, you need to sleep and talk to him tomorrow. You can’t make decisions while you’re drunk.” “I suppose not.” Just as I’m about to snuggle down into bed, there’s a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” I get up and open the door, “Harry? What are you doing here?” “I needed to see you. To make sure you were okay.” He slurred his words and if I wasn’t so drunk I’d say he was drunker.

“Are you high?” I ask being able to smell it on him. “Maybe just a little.” “Oh for god sake, you need to go and sleep it off. We can talk tomorrow.” I push him out the room and walk him to his dorm, we’re like a pair of idiots, he’s leaning on me because he’s seeing double and I’m trying not to trip because the room is spinning.

I open his door to find Gil, Jay and Carlos, they all share a room. “Can one of you take him? He’s high.” I say shoving Harry off me and he falls on Gil’s bed. “Where are ya going?” “To bed.” I attempt to walk to the door but can’t locate it. “Are you drunk y/n?” I turn, not sure which one said it, “Yes, I’ve had a rough day. Don’t judge.” I narrow my eyes at the three of them.

“The doors on the left.” I nod and walk to the door, pushing it open, with a force before tripping over my own feet, making my way back to the dorm.

You get high and call on the regular

I pull my covers back and try to fall asleep, I know for a fact I’ll be hungover tomorrow and have to deal with Harry.

Waking up my hard was pounding, “Ugh.” Rolling over I sit up to Jane not in her bed, picking up my alarm clock, the small numbers reading 1:30pm. I’ve missed all my classes, I’m going to be in so much trouble.

“Oh morning sleepy head!” The door opens and Jane strolls in with a bag of food.

“You’ve missed your classes but I covered for you, said you were ill and when my mum checked on you, you were sleeping so I think you’re safe. I bought you water and a sandwich.”

“Oh thank you.” I stand up and quickly walk over to my wardrobe getting dressed into black jeans and a black top before brushing my teeth. As I sit down to eat, I ask Jane, “Have you er, have you seen Harry today?”

“I did, he was at practice. He didn’t seem himself.” She had a puzzled look on her face.

“Oh, I’m going to go and see him.” I stand up having finished my food and put my boots on.

“Okay, he should be in the gym, practice ran an hour late today so they don’t finish till 2.” I nod, leaving our room.

Mine and Harry’s relationship has always been rocky and by far no means perfect. We argue more than anything, we’re complete opposites, but we’ve been together for 3 years now.

Pushing open the gym door, I see the boys all stood in a circle talking. I stay back and wait sitting down on a bench. The boys break and all walk in different directions, Harry looks around the room spotting me and smiling slightly.

“Hey you.” He comes and sits with me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“Where were you today?” “I slept through my alarm so didn’t bother with my lessons.” I shrug, “Fairy godmother was concerned about ya, so was I.” “I’m fine. Just overslept.” He pushes my hair out my face and a worrying look appears on his face, “Is that what I did yesterday?” He runs his fingers over the red mark on my neck, I flinch slightly, it clearly bruising. “Yeah.” I sigh, I look up at him for the first time and see a big purple bruise on his face, “Is that what I did yesterday?” Shocked I put both hands on his face and run my thumb over the bruise.

“It’s okay, I deserved it. I’m so sorry I did that to you.” His head drops and I lift his chin.

“Don’t be.” “I’m no good for you Y/n.” “Don’t you say that.” I sit even closer to him, “But it’s true Y/n. We fall out so much, I’m not good enough for you. You should be with someone who deserves you.” I shake my head profoundly, “That’s not true. If anything it’s the other way around Harry.” “I feel like we need space.” “What?” “I’m sorry but it’s over, we need time apart.” He gets up letting my hands go, before walking out the room. Shocked I sit there for ages, staring at the ceiling, my whole world falling apart around me. The silence was so loud it was deafening, it was like I was in another world, everything moving in slow motion.

Because I'm really not here when you're not there

I stand up and wipe the single tear that fell down my cheek away. I walk, slowly back to my room, when I open the door Jane was there, sat at her desk reading. “You okay?” I shake my head and sit on my bed pulling my knees to my chest. “What happened?” “We broke up.” I shut my eyes trying to not let the tears fall. “Oh Y/n I’m sorry.” Jane takes my silence as a queue to talk again, “Do you still want to go to the barbecue?” “Sure, I can’t hide forever I suppose.” I stand up and grab a grey jumper, slipping it over my black top.

“Let’s go.” She links our arms and I smile slightly at her efforts to cheer me up.

We walk out to the field and see everyone sat around a fire. “Hey Y/n.” Mal waves me and Jane over and we sit with her, I see Harry’s head rise at the mention of my name and he looks at me quickly before dropping his eyes again.

The evening flows and all I can do is stare into space and smile at people when they mention my name, I couldn’t even look at Harry without feeling emotionless.

I keep giving people blank stares

I'm so different when you're not there

Once the bonfire finishes, I stay and sit in front of the fire, even though the evening was cold, the air was warm from the flames. “Want some company?” I look up surprised, “Sure.” I shuffle over and make room for Harry. “What are you doing here? I thought you wanted space.” “I did, but I can see you’re shutting everyone out. You didn’t speak a single word at the bonfire.” “I didn’t feel like it.” “Love, you can’t ignore people.” “Why not? You do.” “That’s different.” “Oh really? So it’s different when you ignore me, when you ignore our plans?” “No it’s not but Y/n you know we’re not good for each other.” “We are for each other, we are so good for each other Harry.” “What makes you say that! We’re toxic, we argue, hell we even hit each other yesterday, we’re crazy.” Angry I stand up, “You’re wrong. We may be bad for each other but the good out-ways it. Hell when we’re good we’re amazing, I love you Harry, you know that.” “I love you too but I can’t deal with the stress, the control and the things you make me do.” “Fine then.” I walk away but he grabs me pulling me back. “I’m sorry love but it’s just how it has to be.” “Go to hell.” I yell at him before walking away and back to my room.

-(A month later) as I walk into the cafeteria, everyone stops talking and they all look at me, “What are you all looking at?” I shout, causing everyone to continue talking and eating, word must of spread about mine and Harry’s break up.

I sit at an empty table and eat my lunch.

“Y/n!” I look up to see Jane running towards me. “You’ve got to come with me now!” She drags me out my chair. “What? What’s going on?” She doesn’t answer me but continues run. “Jane stop!” I pull my arm back halting her in her tracks. “Tell me now!” “It’s Harry, he’s gone crazy, he’s challenged Chad to a fight, loser having to go to the Isle.” Following her out to the field, I see everyone gathered around Chad and Harry, I push through everyone until I’m stood in between them, “Have you gone mad?”I yell at Harry, he looks surprised to see me, I’m surprised to see him too, I haven’t seen him in a month. “Maybe.” “This stops now.” I say pushing Chad away and dragging Harry by the arm. “You’re insane. Loser has to go to the isle? Harry, Chad would of beat you easily.” “That’s the point.” We sit away from everyone on the bleachers. “You want to go back to the isle?”

“Yeah, I mean I’ve no purpose here now.” “What do you mean? Of course you do?” “Not without you Y/n. I’ve had this hell this last month. I’ve not been myself. I’ve hated it.”

I'm so different when you're not there

“Me too.” I look up at him and grab his hands, he stares at me with those blues eyes that could melt anyone’s heart and make them fall to their knee’s.

I get weak and fall like a teenager

“I’m really sorry, I thought I needed space but I really don’t.” I smile slightly and look up at him.

“You mean so much to me.” He places a hand on my face and kisses me softly. “I’ve missed you.” I pull him in for a hug and hold him tight.

“Don’t leave me again.” He squeezes me tightly and lets go, resting his forehead on mine, “I won’t. Even if we are no good.” I giggle, making him laugh too. I kiss him again and turn in my seat, leaning into his chest, he sighs and puts his arm around my shoulders. “I love you.” “I love you too.” I reply. Let’s see how long this good phase lasts before we fall out again.

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime.

Hope you liked it. Working on request now will be up tomorrow or Wednesday.

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sherlockmonkeesstartrek · 6 years ago

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aw dear i hope everything's alright :O you can talk to me if you want. i don't know what to request, but what about some good old Beatles, maybe a cute fluffy early days Starrison? haven't read that in a while. i'm sorry i can't think of anything else. I hope you'll feel better soon my dear!

Hi my Luv. Everything is ok. I hate to be the type who complains on tumblr about my woes, so I thought I’d turn it into something positive. This has ended up longer than expected, so I haven’t finished it, but I hope you like it.

The Chance to be Alone

Neither Richie nor Georgelived in the kind of home they could invite the other to. That was the sadthing really. Sure, George’s parents wouldn’t have minded much if he’d broughtRichie over, but with all his siblings, that wouldn’t really be fair. And Richie’sparents were a little too overbearing, even if he did live in the kind of placehe would be cool with inviting George to. Basically, they were in this paradoxwhere the only time they got to spend together was when they were playing atthe same joint. And they certainly didn’t get alone time.

Money was short, so when theycome into some, they didn’t get to use it. It went to their families instead.So, this, this was a very special occurrence, one Richie kind of felt guiltyabout. This money probably could’ve gone to the family. They’d done so much forhim, sacrificed so much for him. And what was he doing? He was sacrificing themto spend a night with his friend. What kind of a son would do that?

But he scolded himself forthat thought, because honestly, he didn’t really do all that much for himself.And this wasn’t a life-changing amount of money. It was enough to buy a hotelroom for one night. A shitty hotel room in Liverpool, their home city.

They weren’t getting far awayfrom home. They weren’t going on holiday. But they were leaving the worldbehind for one night, just one night.

Oh, but Richie hadn’t toldGeorge yet. He thought he’d make it a surprise. He thought of the smile onGeorge’s face, one with his little vampire teeth showing. That would be areward enough for the night. That seemed to make this little sacrifice of moneyworth it. He couldn’t wait to tell him.

The area Richie lived in waspretty rough. He kept his head down and walked fast. His mum had worried abouthim leaving the home without her. It didn’t matter to her that he was probablyold enough to go out when he pleased. He was a boy that, in her eyes, reallydidn’t need to get into any trouble. He’d been a sickly boy, as she’dconstantly remind him. He wasn’t well, she’d tell him. Well, his health didn’treally have an effect on him, and it wouldn’t make all that much of adifference if he was mugged. Without anything worth stealing- save for themoney in his back pocket at that moment- he’d probably get roughed up no matterwhat. And having lived around there all his life, he wasn’t afraid. Very littlecould stop him from going to George’s house.

It always seemed noisy andfull of music at George’s, whether it was playing or not. His mum loved music.

Richie strode up to the door,which was open, and politely knocked on it. He wasn’t just going to walk in.That would be something John Lennon would do, bloody arrogant guy, thought heowned every home of his friends. Not that Richie had anything against him.Actually, he liked John. He probably just got the wrong impression from otherpeople. Of what he heard from George, who knew him better anyway, he wasn’tthat bad a guy. Though George would probably say that arrogant is a good wordto describe him.

Richie, in comparison, wasquiet and gentle and certainly polite. He waited on the doorstep for a coupleof long minutes, soon realising his knocks hadn’t been heard, but out of fearof annoying his friends and family, he didn’t knock again. It was instead bychance that George himself, the slender thing dressed in a plaid shirt twosizes too big for him and trousers that hung off his hips, walked passed theopen door and saw Richie standing there. He paused and smiled so friendly. Morefriendly that he would have afforded anyone else.

“What yeh doing out there?”He asked.

Richie smirked. This is whathe had been waiting for. He’d decided that he didn’t see George enough. Seeinghim when he was with the rest of the Beatles or when he was hanging aroundcertain pubs, just didn’t satisfy him. And he didn’t turn up like this enougheither. He thought, then and there, it might be worth doing it more often,especially when George seemed quite pleased.

“Coming to see you.”

“No, I mean what yeh doingoutside?”

“I’m not staying long.” Hesaid with a smile, “And I’m hoping on taking you with me when I leave. Do yehthink your mum will have a problem if yeh stay the night?”

George suddenly neared thedoorway, lowering his voice, but the smile on his face told Richie he was allup for it.

“Are yeh serious? At yours?”

“No. At a hotel.”

His eyes then widened.

“How did yeh manage to swingthat?”

“Don’t ask. Now, go and getyour things”

George didn’t have to be toldtwice, even though he worried. Hotel rooms cost money, and he had none, so wasRingo going to pay for him? No way, he didn’t like that. Course it was sweet ofthe boy, typical Richie, but George knew he wouldn’t be able to pay him back.It wasn’t fair.

Still, he also felt as thoughhe couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to let Richie down like that, just becauseof his ow pride and politeness. He ran upstairs and packed a bag full of achange of clothes and a pack of cards. He also snuck into the kitchen to takesome bread.

“Hey mum!” He called fromthere, “Richie’s here. Can I stay at his?”

He didn’t really hear thereply. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure where his mum was. He just heard areasonably positive tone as he rushed to the door and joined Ringo in walkingdown the street.

They didn’t have a hotel inmind. They just started walking and hoped they might come across something.They considered catching the bus, but that cost money too. They were happyinstead to walk with each other, where ever their feet may take them, because,for once, they were alone, they had no excuse to hang out together other thanthe fact that they wanted to. For once, they were two friends, just hangingout.

Well, friends… Both boyswished it could be more. After being around John and Paul for so long, the twoguys in George’s band, they kind of got wind of this idea that guys could fancyguys. And then then sort of noticed just how attractive guys could be. Richienoticed George’s pleasantly slender body, his evil little mouthless smiles andshaggy handsomeness. He also loved watching the boy play guitar, as it seemedthere was nothing Georgie could get more pleasure out of then coaxing gorgeoussounds from that instrument.

And George was totally takenby Ringo’s huge blue eyes. He also liked the way he looked in leather, hishair, the rings he wore, but it was those eyes, those eyes that melted George’sotherwise stole cold heart. As he walked along beside the drummer, he sometimeslooked up and caught his gaze, and just seeing the blueness of them, made himsmile.

“What?” Richie chuckled,“What are yeh laughing at?”

“Not laughing.” George said,as though he was lying. He wasn’t at all, but to tell his mate that he wasgazing into his eyes, that was far too cheesy for his liking.

“Yeah yeh are! What areyeh finding so funny? Do I make yeh laugh?”

“Yes.” George shot back,quite genuinely, “But in a good way.”

“Oh good, that’s notworrying at all.”

“Worrying?”

“Ok, not worrying…” Hetrailed off. He wasn’t really sure what to say, nor what he wanted to say. Herolled his bright blue eyes and reached out to grab George’s tiny shoulders.Clumsily, he drew him into a sort of manly embrace, though he was sure, for a moment,he got dangerously close to pressing a kiss on his cheek. He wondered if Georgehad even noticed.

Judging by the pink colouringhis pale cheeks, he thought that he might have. But neither acknowledged it.

Had George noticed the wayRingo had gotten almost a little to intimate? No, he hadn’t, but any touch,like the affectionate hug he’d been pull into, was enough to make him blush.God, even if he wasn’t in love with this boy- which he was starting to fear wasthe case- he did love him, like a brother, like the closest mate he’d ever had.He hadn’t even realised he’d possessed so much love within him, but for Richie,he did. He couldn’t even explain it.

And now he felt as though hewas becoming as bad as the cheesy love ballads his band avoided singing.

Theywalked for a while, until their legs hurt. Then they found a pub with roomsthey could rent. The place was pretty rough, people in there drinking earlyenough to suggest to the boys that they’d been there for much of the day. Itwasn’t the ideal place to ask for one room to share, but Richie cared not. He’dtake the prejudices and slurs. He’d shoot every person a dirty look. For allthey knew, these two boys could be brothers, yet they’d think the worst,because they were too drunk to have a clear thought.

At thebar, George tapped Richie on the back.

“Justgoing to the loo.”

“Alrightmate. Don’t be too long.” He chuckled back. As George left, Richie caughthimself watching, fondly. He convinced himself it was to ensure he got to theloos safely, though was sure if anyone else saw that, they’d probably guessthat he was certainly not that boy’s older brother. He couldn’t help smiling tohimself, an inner voice practically screaming that he’d finally done it, he wasfinally going to get time alone with Georgie.

Andhe knew how that sounded. If George was a girl and Richie had booked a hotelfor them both, the implication would be that they would have sex. The thoughthadn’t even crossed his mine. Well, this one had. Course, he knew what it may’veseemed like, even to George (he so hoped George didn’t think anything of it.)But he hadn’t thought of having sex with George that night. That wasn’t whatthis was about. He’d hardly even told George of his deeper feelings really. Itwas sort of an unspoken mutual understanding they both had. They didn’t need tosay it.

No,this night was literally a chance to be with George for longer than a couple ofminutes, before swarms of people joined them.

“Oneroom, please.” Richie told the owner of the bar. The man was a red faced, hardlooking guy who seemed to judge everyone quite openly. He may not have seenRichie come in with George, but Richie felt as though he was judging him forthat, those dark eyes of his narrowing as he took Richie’s money.

Therewas some left over. Richie hadn’t exactly thought of dinner or anything likethat. He’d literally just thought of getting into a hotel room and hanging outwith his little mate. But now he had some money, just a little, just enough for…

“CouldI also have a sandwich?”

He wantedto be quick. He wanted it to be a surprise for George. Bet he wasn’t expectinga whole night out. The owner shrugged and pissed off into the tiny, grubbylooking kitchen as Richie reclined against the counter. He was feeling quitesmug, treating this boy. Ok, this really was worth spending his well-earnedmoney on something a little less… responsible for once.

Thankfully,the sandwich came before George came back, so Richie stuffed the thing into a loadof tissues and hid it under his jacket. In his hand, he clung to the hotel key;his one chance at privacy with his friend, the one chance to block out theworld.

“Alright?”

Hehad been so excited, so distracted by the thought of getting into the room thathe’d hardly noticed George’s return.

“Oh,yeah, do yeh want to get going?”

Georgelowered his voice. Ringo understood why. “Yeh got a room?”

“Yeah.Come on.”

Therewas no second floor. All the rooms were in a second part of the pub, and therewas only around three, none of which seemed occupied. The two boys could guesswhy as they got into their room. The covers on the narrow bed didn’t seem to beclean, the carpet was covered in so many stains that its normal colour was inpatches and the en-suite, which they did actually have, was grotty. Propergrotty.

Still,it was a room. It was their room that night. A soon as the door closed, theydidn’t care what they could hear or see of the outside world, because they’dlocked it out. For once, they were the only ones in the entire world thatmattered…

…andthey quickly realised they had no idea what to do.

“Sooo,”George hummed as he hazarded sitting on the bed. It dipped beneath him to suchan extent, he felt as though he would be swallowed by the mattress, “What’s up?”

Richiesmiled. Throwing the hotel room key on the rotting bedside table, he shrugged. “Areyou hungry?”

Georgedidn’t know how to reply. He was always hungry, but saying yes would mean thatRichie would probably find him some food. He’d already bought them a room, thatwas all George could allow.

IfRichie had not already spent his leftover cash on a sandwich, which he producedbefore George could formulate an answer. Staring down at it, George was stunnedinto silence.

Itwas just a sandwich. It shouldn’t have meant all that much. If anything, thehotel room was a bigger gesture than a bloody sandwich which Ringo could’vemade at home for all George knew (ok, he knew that Ringo hadn’t been hidingthat thing under his jacket the whole time, but that wasn’t he point.) YetGeorge took it as though Richie was handing him a new guitar.

“You…”

“Ithought yeh might get hungry.” Richie said quite casually as he took up a seaton the opposite side of the bed. George held it in his long-fingered hands. Hefelt truly undeservingly spoiled. He felt simultaneously guilty and utterlyflattered.

He wishedhe had some way of showing Richie how much this meant to him, but the best hecould think of was, “Share?”

BeforeRichie could reject the offer, which George knew he would do, George thrusthalf of it into his friend’s hands and stuffed a mouthful into his own face, asif to say ‘no take backs.’

Aftereating, George drew out a pack of cards.

“Whatare we playing for?” He laughed.

Richietapped his coat, as if checking for money, or something to play for. Of course,he had nothing. And neither did George. Or so they thought.

“How’sabout we play for a kiss?”

Richiedidn’t hesitate, “Sure. If I win, I get to kiss you.”

“Andif I win,” George laughed, “I get to kiss you.”

Neitherwere sure if the other really meant it, but somewhere inside them, it was nojoke. George had suggested it, because he wanted some kind of intimacy withRichie, to show him, if he couldn’t tell him, how much he meant to him, whichwas certainly beyond his vocabulary by then. Richie agreed because he thought,why not? Why not try the whole intimacy thing, to see how far his attraction ofGeorge went?

Andwith this win-win situation, they were going to find out either way.

“Bestof three?” George suggested.

Richieknew he was never all that good at cards, and George was a big cheater. Once,when he was playing with a mixture of the Beatles and the Hurricanes, George somehowproduced 6 Aces. 6! Not even one more than should be in a pack, but two! Andhow they missed it, Richie will never know, as the design on the back of thecards were totally different to the pack they were playing with.

Hedid, however, manage to bag the first game. The other two, as was expected,went to George, who smirked, glimpsing Richie as he collected the cards. He wasrecalling the wager. Did Ringo really mean it? Would he really…?

“So…”George hummed, “This kiss.”

“Yeah?”Richie replied, filing the cards into a neat pile, nervously.

“Arewe actually…?”

“Well,you have to… you have to kiss me.”

“True.Do you mind…?”

“Whywould I mind?”

Theawkward politeness had gone on long enough, George decided. It was just makinghim even more nervous. Because he was actually going to do this. Richie wasstill playing with the cards, shuffling them, the rings on his fingers glintingin the low light. George took the opportunity, as Richie’s attention wasn’t onhim, to turn towards him, kneel on the bed and lean down. He caught Richie’s fulllips with his own, quickly, chastely. And for that brief touch, his eyesfluttered closed. When he opened them, sitting back beside him, Richie was halfsmiling, staring at him with those bright, stunned eyes.

“Thatwas nice.”

“Thatwas.”

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Or??(prompt anon): after a fight, even stays with his parents for the weekend after telling Isak that he is 'going home'. Isak, who honestly is probably not familiar with the idea of a parent's house being the home away from home, thinks that even believes the apartment isn't home to him anymore. (Sorry, I'm in the mood for some angst)

Home; 1.6k[AO3]

They had had afight. It hadn’t been particularly big, but Even figured they both neededsome time to cool off separately and that was not possible in their cramped little flat.

So he had told Isak thathe was going to go crash at his parents’ for the night and he’d come backtomorrow.

It had hurt his heart,walking away from Isak like that. Theyhad agreed pretty early in their relationship not to go to bed angry, butnothing had ever been established about notgoing to bed together. Teenage temperswere hot messy things, though, and Even knew that being around each other afterthe fight would inevitably lead to more fighting and would just prolong thewhole process.

So he took initiative.

He felt calmer as soon ashe got outside, which made him feel better about his plan.

His mum had fussed themoment he walked through the door, but when he was done explaining everythingthat had happened she actually praised him for doing the right thing. It was nice to hang out with his parents; hefelt like he hadn’t seen them for ages, although he knew it was probably only afew weeks since they’d last got together.

His mum was catching himup on the gossip at her office when his phone buzzed, and Eskild’s name of all people’s was written across the top of atext. Even was going to ignore it untilIsak’s name caught his eye and he opened it quickly, remembering that Eskildwas still listed as Isak’s next of kin at the hospital.

Eskild (19.48)you left after a fight???Isak just showed up and that’s all I can get out of himtrouble in paradise?

He wasn’t sure why, butsomething about Isak going to Eskild after their fight didn’t sit right withEven.

Even (19.50)we both needed to cool down. I said I’dbe back tomorrow

Eskild (19.56)Isak seems very confusedI think you should phone himonly if you’ve calmed down though. he doesn’t seem angry now

Even frowned at his phonewhen that message came through, wondering what on earth Isak could be confusedabout. He had cooled down from their fight, though, and he didn’t want thereto be some miscommunication between him and Isak. He thought he had been clear about what hewas doing and when he was coming back, but maybe Isak hadn’t been listeningproperly?

With a sigh, Even madehis excuses to his mum and went to sit in his old room. It was currently being made into the spareroom, but in Even’s mind it would always be hisroom. He made himself comfortable on thewindowsill and pressed the call button next to Isak’s name, wondering what thisconversation had in store.

“Even?” Isak answeredafter a few rings. Even couldpractically hear the frown on Isak’sface. Even didn’t bother to beat aroundthe bush.

“Hey, Eskild said youshowed up at the kollektiv?” He couldn’t help the little chuckle that slippedout of him at Isak’s annoyed groan.

“Bloody man can’t justlet me vent in peace.” Isak huffed.

“He said you wereconfused about something? I thought Imade it pretty clear that I was going to my mum and dad’s for the night? Justthe night?” Even emphasised, expecting Isak to exhale with relief and say thathe’d thought Even was leaving him forever and he’d totally misunderstood and-

“I know.” Isak saidquietly, totally catching Even off guard.

“You…know?” Evenrepeated. “So what are you confusedabout?” It was his turn to frown now. Isak stayed quiet, and Even just knewthat if he tried to rush Isak now he’d clam up and never let out whatever wasbothering him. Isak still struggled totalk honestly about how he was feeling and his thought processes and Evendidn’t want to scare him off, but shit he just wanted to know what he had done.

“Is?” It had been a fewminutes now and Even was starting to wonder if the call had cut out. He was about to pull away from his phone tocheck the screen when he heard Isak take a breath.

“You- you said you weregoing home for the night.” Isak’s voice was so small and quiet that Even almostmissed it.

“Yeah?”

“I just- do you…do younot think of our place as home?” Isakasked after another painful minute of waiting. When the question finally came it made Even’s heart clench in his chest.

“Of course I do,baby. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry if it came across like I did.” Heapologised. “But your parents’ placewill always be your home away from home, y’know?” Even realised his mistakebefore he even finished his sentence, and he wanted to slam his head againstthe wall at full force for saying something so unbelievably stupid.

“No, I don’t know.” Isaksounded like he was torn between feeling upset and feeling angry, and Even feltten times worse about sticking his foot in it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before Even could react Isak hung up and he wasleft listening to dead air.

Well.

He fucked that up, didn’the?

***

Even got home aroundlunch time the next day, his temper completely cooled from their squabble butwith guilt chewing at his stomach. Hecould hear Isak moving around when he let himself in but a quick glance aroundsuggested that Isak hadn’t been home long either.

Even took a deep breathto steady his nerves before he went into the lounge, wondering how his goodlevel-headed plan had still ended up with one of them saying the wrongthing. When Isak saw Even, Even couldn’tnot notice the way his lip trembledbefore he pressed his lips together tightly and went back to changing theirsheets.

“Babe…I’m sorry. I didn’t think before I said it.” Evenapologised, once again skipping the small talk. He could see through Isak’s shirt the way his back tensed and his shouldersrose defensively.

“It was a normal thing tosay.” Isak tried to shrug it off, but his movement was too stiff for Even toever believe it was casual.

“It was, but I shouldhave remembered that you didn’t have a ‘normal’ home life.” Even made air quotemarks even though Isak had his back to him.

“No, I didn’t.” Isakagreed stiffly. Even’s heart was achingin his chest; what did he need to do or say to get through to Isak? “But it’s not for you to remember, it’s forme to live with. So let’s just forgetit.” Isak finally – finally – turnedto look at Even and the hurt look on his face cut Even like glass.

“Okay, baby, if that’swhat you want.” Even nodded. He wasn’tgoing to drag this out when it was obviously stressing his boyfriend out. Barely a second later Isak was crossing theroom and burying his face in Even’s chest, his strong arms wrapping tightlyaround Even’s waist.

And this.

This was where Even’s home was.

***

It wasn’t until they werecuddled up in bed that night that Isak finally opened up.

“I forgot.” Isak said itso quietly that Even almost missed it, just like on the phone the night before.

“Forgot?”

“I forgot that mostpeople think of their family home as homeand not somewhere to run from.” Isak’s fingered tightened in the front ofEven’s shirt, and Even figured that his boyfriend could probably feel his heartshatter in his chest at those words.

“So when you said…whatyou said, I started thinking about all the shit I probably missed out on andstuff and- I don’t know. It fucks me upthinking about that stuff.” Isak’s voice sounded suspiciously thick, but Evenknew better than to look right away.

“Family is meant to bethere for you to be that home awayfrom home, and mine isn’t but yours is and I guess I didn’t realise how muchthat bothered me until yesterday.” Isak definitely sniffed at that and Even wasdone.

“Come here.” He hauledIsak impossibly closer, pretty much dragging Isak’s sleepy body on top of hisown underneath their duvet and blankets, and framed Isak’s beautiful face withhis hands.

“Your family don’tdeserve you, Isak. I know they hurt you,and I know the way you grew up shaped who you are now, but now home is nowherenear them. Now home is right here. It’s us. It’s not walls or a roofor the postcode, it’s just us. My home is wherever we can just be. My home is always with you, because you’re the one that has myheart. And without a heart a house cannever be more than just a house.” Even couldn’t tear his eyes away from Isak’sface, mesmerised by the rush of emotions he could see flickering across thefeatures he so adored.

“You’re such a fuckingsap.” Isak laughed wetly, obviously tossing an insult at Even to deflect fromthe very real tears on his face.

“I know.” Even shruggedwith a grin. “Besides: what’s mine isyours, baby. My family loves you; they’dalways welcome you in. There’s alwaysroom for another Bech Næsheim.” Even added teasingly. The relief he felt when Isak’s face brokeinto the most beautiful soft smile was indescribable.

“I know I’m going to be aBech Næsheim one day.” Isak whispered, resting his forehead againstEven’s. “And I’ll never have to thinkabout a Valtersen home again, because I’ll be too busy making a whole new home with my husband.”

And wasn’t that a fuckingmiraculous thing to know?

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