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[hypersaline]

Tutorial: Editing the multi-road mod

Here are instructions for adding new tile types to the existing multi-road mod. This tutorial is applicable to unique tiles like a partly-dirt/partly-asphalt intersection, but it's equally applicable if you want to add a tertiary or quaternary road type.

However, please keep in mind that if you don't need extra tile types but only want a different kind of secondary road (like asphalt and dirt instead of asphalt and asphalt-with-sidewalks), you can skip all of this and just replace the textures inside the Textures.package file.

First things first: make sure you have textures for the new kind of tile. You'll need five versions of it, three solid (heavy/light/no snow) and two semitransparent (snowy/clear). If you open up the Textures.package file and look at the Texture Images already present, you can use existing road pieces as templates. I've uploaded what I could find of the textures I made for dirt/asphalt intersections here at SFS, but it doesn't look like I finished them; feel free to use what's there if it's helpful. (Edit: whoops, forgot to say this originally, but those textures are mashed-up versions of ones by @nimitwinklesims and @criquette-was-here.)

Second: you need a hexadecimal ID number for each new tile type. The best way to do it is to take the vanilla tile IDs (00000300, 00000f00, 00004b00, 00005700, and 00020700) and change the third digit of each one while keeping the type the same (like using 00400300 for a dead end, 00400f00 for a straight piece, etc.). In this case, I used 00205700 for a T-intersection. Be aware that the ID number will sometimes need to end with zero and sometimes with four.

When you're ready to start, open up the Textures.package file from the multi-road mod.

Inside the Textures.package file, click on one of the two Maxis Material Shader files in the list. You need the one that says "Shaders for lot skirt" near the top.

Once you've got that open, you'll need to scroll all the way down to the bottom and find the Temperate entries that look like this:

create LotSkirtRoadMaterialInstance(lotSkirtRoad_Temperate_00205700 lotskirtroad_temperate_00205704)

...and copy and paste that whole line at the end of it.

Then hit the little blue "commit" at the bottom right.

Next, open up the one that says "Predefined neighborhood materials" near the top, and scroll down to the end of it. The version of the mod currently up on SFS already has a line for '00205700' in it - looks like I forgot to delete that (and several others, whoops). If it weren't there, you'd paste this line in and commit:

create NHoodRoadMaterial(neighborhood-roads-Temperate-00205700 Temperate_roads_00205704)

After that, look at the Texture Image files. Go down the list one-by-one. You should find five with the number "00105704" in their names. Each time you find one, right-click on its name and choose Clone.

The five clones will be italicized in the list. For each one, click to open it, go to the Filename box and replace the "00105704" with "00205704", then click the little blue "fix TGI" just below it. Then click the "Commit" button in the top right.

Click away to another resource and come back; this is just to make SimPE reload it. Right-click on the texture box and choose "Build DXT...". (If it's greyed out, SimPE can't find the Nvidia DDS Utilities on your computer, and you'll need to go install them and/or point SimPE to them.)

Click on the little blue "open" link and browse to the texture you created. Don't change any of the options, just open the image and hit "Build." Once the DDS tool is done doing its thing and you can see that your new texture has been imported, hit the "Commit" button again.

When you've done all of them, save the package and close. Now you'll be set up for the previous tutorial that directs your neighborhood to actually use the new tiles. You'll just be changing the ID numbers from "00005700" to "00205700" instead of "00105700" (or whatever).

[amazoninfluencerprogram]

Approved for Amazon Influencer - Now What?

So, you’ve got into the Amazon influencer program, and now you’re wondering what to do next. Today, we’re going to discuss the dos and don’ts once you get approved into the Amazon influencer program.

My name is Lauren, and I’ve been a part of the Amazon influencer program for nearly 5 months. I’ve experienced significant growth during this time, and I’m here to guide you on what to do when you get approved for the program.

Join Our Amazon Influencer Support Group

Before diving into the specifics, I want to introduce you to a valuable resource: a free Amazon influencer support group that I host along with some friends.

In this group, you’ll find a community of influencers at various levels of experience.

Get our FREE ultimate guide to Amazon influencer here: https://trafficaccelerator.ai/medium

It’s completely free, and we’d love to have you join us.

The Crucial Steps After Approval

Now, let’s discuss what you should do after gaining approval for the Amazon influencer program.

One common mistake I made when I first got approved was rushing to post numerous videos, photos, and idea lists. What I didn’t realize until later is that there’s a secondary approval process for Onsite commissions.

Understanding Onsite Commissions

Onsite commissions involve Amazon showcasing your videos and photos to customers already on their platform, allowing you to earn commissions.

To apply for this, there’s a specific procedure to follow:

Set Up Your Profile: Begin by adding your profile picture, a banner for your storefront, and a bio that explains your storefront or your niche.

Post Three Shoppable Videos: Before applying for Onsite commissions, upload only three shoppable videos, ideally single-product reviews, to your storefront. Avoid adding any other lists, idea lists, or curations at this stage.

Await Approval: Once you’ve posted these three videos, refrain from adding any more content to your storefront. Your profile will enter a review process, and you’ll notice a small blue lock symbol on your dashboard. You’ll receive a notification that your account is under review. Keep the three videos as they are until you get approved for Onsite commissions.

Three Strikes Rule

It’s important to note that you have three attempts to get approved for Onsite commissions.

If your application is denied on the first try, delete those three videos and replace them with new ones following the same procedure.

Common Mistake to Avoid

One of the most significant mistakes I’ve seen people make when they join the influencer program is assuming they can start making commissions right away. However, the majority of influencers earn their commissions through Onsite commissions.

To ensure you’re eligible for this, take the time to set up your profile, post those three shoppable videos, and await approval.

Recap and Next Steps

In summary, once you’re approved for the influencer program, follow these steps:

Set up your profile with a picture, banner, and bio. Post three shoppable videos (single product reviews) on your storefront. Get approved for Onsite commissions. After receiving approval for Onsite commissions, you can go ahead and start building out your storefront with more content.

I hope you found this information helpful.

If you want to learn more about Onsite commissions and how the influencer program works, I’ve included the link to our free support group in the description, along with a free guide for further guidance.

If you found this article helpful, please give it a thumbs up, subscribe to my channel for more Amazon influencer tips, and stay tuned for my next article.

[intermundia]

For anyone interested in stories about Obi-Wan Kenobi—I’ve compiled a chronological list of prequel-era books (Legends and Canon) where he appears. I also have a list of all his appearances in video at the end of the post behind a break bc I do try to respect peoples dashboards haha. I’m still working on figuring out the comics, but anyway here are the books:

It's probably not perfect, but it's better than nothing! I am definitely focused on the prequel era, bc that’s my area of expertise—the empire etc. is beyond me at the moment.

I know there are a sizable percentage of fans who dismiss anything that’s not in red ink as illegitimate characterization sources. I respectfully submit that it’s fun and interesting to have a character with a lot of memories and adventures.

Now, beneath the cut is a chronological list of his appearances in video (101 of them anyway):

Phantom Menace

Attack of the Clones

Chapter 1 (2003 Clone Wars)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Cat and Mouse (2.16)

The Hidden Enemy (1.16)

Clone Wars (2008)

Supply Lines (3.03)

Rising Malevolence (1.02)

Shadow of Malevolence (1.03)

Destroy Malevolence (1.04)

Rookies (1.05)

Downfall of a Droid (1.06)

Duel of the Droids (1.07)

Dooku Captured (1.11)

The Gungan General (1.12)

Trespass (1.15)

Blue Shadow Virus (1.17)

Mystery of a Thousand Moons (1.18)

Storm Over Ryloth (1.19)

Innocents of Ryloth (1.20)

Holocron Heist (2.01)

Children of the Force (2.03)

Bounty Hunters (2.17)

Zillow Beast Strikes Back (2.19)

Senate Spy (2.04)

Landing at Point Rain (2.05)

Legacy of Terror (2.07)

Brain Invaders (2.08)

Greivous Intrigue (2.09)

The Deserter (2.10)

The Mandalore Plot (2.12)

Voyage of Temptation (2.13)

Duchess of Mandalore (2.14)

Assassin (3.07)

ARC Troopers (3.02)

Hunt for Ziro (3.09)

Nightsisters (3.12)

Witches of the Mist (3.14)

Overlords (3.15)

Altar of Mortis (3.16)

Ghosts of Mortis (3.17)

The Citadel (3.18)

Counter Attack (3.19)

Citadel Rescue (3.20)

Gungan Attack (4.02)

Darkness on Umbara (4.07)

The General (4.08)

Plan of Dissent (4.09)

Kidnapped (4.11)

Slaves of the Republic (4.12)

Escape from Kadavo (4.13)

Deception (4.15)

Friends and Enemies (4.16)

The Box (4.17)

Crisis on Naboo (4.18)

Brothers (4.21)

Revenge (4.22)

A War on Two Fronts (5.02)

Front Runners (5.03)

The Soft War (5.04)

Tipping Points (5.05)

Bound for Rescue (5.08)

A Necessary Bond (5.09)

Secret Weapons (5.10)

Point of No Return (5.13)

Revival (5.01)

The Lawless (5.16)

Sabotage (5.17)

The Jedi Who Knew Too Much (5.18)

To Catch a Jedi (5.19)

The Wrong Jedi (5.20)

Conspiracy (6.02)

The Rise of Clovis (6.06)

The Disappeared, Part I (6.08)

The Lost One (6.10)

Voices (6.11)

Sacrifice (6.13)

A Death on Utapau (Unreleased)

In Search of the Crystal (Unreleased)

Crystal Crisis (Unreleased)

the Big Bang (Unreleased)

A Distant Echo (7.01)

Unfinished Business (7.04)

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 25

Old Friends Not Forgotten (7.09)

The Phantom Apprentice (7.10)

Revenge of the Sith

Twin Suns (Rebels 3.20)

A New Hope

Empire Strikes Back

Return of the Jedi

[genevawrenn]

Welcome to the conspiracy 🎗

✨️My name is Geneva Wrenn 🇨🇦

✨️I am twenty-something bisexual 🩷💜💙 genderqueer 💜🤍💚 [fae/they/she]

✨️I enjoy writing fics and original stories, listening to music from all genres, and am a huge nature lover. I have two cats named Tobias and Soren! 😼😺

~~~

👑 CC'S I Follow 🐷

Technoblade, Philza, Tubbo, Foolish, Niki, Seapeekay, RanbooLive, Sneegsnag, Aimsey

Death Family & BOLAS

Missa, Chayanne, Lullah, Sunny, FitMC, Ramon, PacTW, Richas, Cellbit, Roier, Baghera, Etoiles, Pomme, Jaiden, Bobby, Foolish, Leo, Charlie Slimecicle, Mariana, Juana Flippa, Luzu, Quackity

Hermitcraft & Life Series

Etho, BdoubleO100, Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, Zombie Cleo, Pearlescent Moon, Geminitay, Tango, ImpulseSV, Skizzleman, Rendog, VintageBeef, Martyn InTheLittleWood

Other fandoms I enjoy

Mass Effect, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon & Story of Seasons, Divinity Original Sin 2, Subnautica, iZombie, White Collar, Supernatural, Fairy Tail, Fullmetal Alchemist, Dragon Prince, Gravity Falls, Eragon, Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Mortal Instruments, Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Dan & Phil, NateWantsToBattle

~~~

Below I will include a list of my stories. I will do my best to keep it up to date and edit this post as I write new works!

~~~

My AO3!

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“I think Skyblock at its core is the ultimate challenge in resource management. You spawn on a tiny island in an empty universe. All you have is a tree, some supplies and some dirt to stand on. You have to treasure EVERY dirt block, because if one falls into the void, there's no way to replace it and as you carefully navigate your absurd circumstance, you gain a new appreciation for the few things you have as you meticulously use them to their fullest effect. With nothing but some ice, lava and saplings you slowly transform this empty expanse into a world of your very own. Skyblock teaches us that no matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful. That one day, we'll look back at where we started and be amazed by how far we've come.”

― Technoblade

Stories for DSMP Universe

[As a heads up, some of the stories below include Wilbur. I have a full post here about it, I prefer to preserve history and can't bring myself to delete these pieces. Always believe victims!]

01. My Champion [First one shot I ever posted]

02. Youth [Second one shot I ever posted]

03. A White Orchid Broken in the Rain [Rain Duo apology]

04. Nightmare [Benchtrio POV lore retell]

05. Down to Where Forever Lies, Without a Doubt I'm on Your Side [Emerald Duo house arrest rescue then Doomday, non canon]

06. Blinded by Imperfect Form {Eternal Duo wither cult story & apology post-Red Banquet]

07. Oh, Let's Go Back to the Start [Bee Duo, Tubbo mourning his husband and Clingy Duo comfort]

08. I'll Be Right Beside You [SBI alternate ending]

09. And How Can the World Want Me to Change? [Bedrock Bros comfort post-exile]

10. Fate May Fall Down Upon You [Clingy Duo apology post-Doomsday]

11. I Hope I Exist One Day Less [Bee Duo story about their relationship]

12. You're All That I Recognise [Royal Duo, Eret hires Techno to perform a hit on royalty]

13. More Than the Dust That We Can Return to the Ground Again [Butterfly Duo, Tommy & Eret apology]

14. We're on Earth to Break Each Other's Hearts [Crimeboys apology]

15. Shadows of the Mess You Made [Traitor Duo apology while getting drunk on wine at the bottom of L'Manhole]

16. It Was Your Heart on the Line [Prank Duo, Eret offers Fundy the forever home he needed]

17. I'm Only the Monster You Made Me [Non canon ending to DSMP, on hiatus]

18. We're Never Gonna Be the Same as We Have Been Before [Sand Duo story about a sword given to a father to slay his son]

19. We Weren't Just Born to Fade, Our Stories Are Past the Horizon [Eret finishing the Royal Archives, meeting significant people the exhibits are about]

20. Don't Be So Quick to Judge, Rain Havoc From Above [Fireworks Duo, Techno seeks out Tubbo after the firework execution]

21. A Heart That's Full of Nightfall Hanging on Dear Life for First Signs of Daylight [Niki is injured in Doomsday, Eret & Techno help]

22. The Unimaginable Light You Hold Inside [Angel Duo, Tommy flees to Phil's protection after a certain green-themed man escapes from prison]

23. Please, This is Just Too Good to Be Gone [Peer Pressure Duo, alternate ending to Ranboo's story because his teacher was simply too stubborn]

24. I Found Peace in Your Violence [Techno gets injured after Ranboo's final death at the prison, Phil worries for his best friend's life]

25. Another Cog in the Murder Machine [Sand Duo, Phil's son writes a journal addressed to him before his death]

26. Can It Be I'm Not Meant to Play This Part? [Eret & Tubbo apology]

27. Between the Lines of Fear and Blame [Traitor Duo apology]

28. You Were There, Impossibly Alone [Fireworks Duo apology]

29. Can I Handle the Seasons of My Life? [Eret addressing their past self before the Final Control Room]

30. If a Moment is All We Are [Tommy's older brother regrets the blonde's fate]

31. Who is in Control? [Eternal Duo, Red Banquet with a twist of revenge]

32. I'll Be Here Throughout Your Days [Alternate ending of Techno getting the retirement arc he deserves]

33. Lookin' Like a True Survivor, Feelin' Like a Little Kid [Bedrock Bros, Techno rescues Tommy post-exile]

34. I'll Tend to the Flame (You Can Worship the Ashes) [Techno rescuing Phil from house arrest]

35. Before My Wild Eyes (When Will We Finally Breathe?) [Eternal Duo, how Foolish escaped the end of the DSMP, a cycle always repeating]

36. These Little Wonders, These Twists and Turns of Fate [Syndicate Baking AU and fluff]

37. In the End I'm Realizing I Was Never Meant to Fight on My Own [c!Techno returns to the DSMP post-nuke to rescue three young souls who were saved by a selfless Monarch]

38. Home is Where We Are Now, Home is Where You Are, Home is Where I Am Standing [c!Syndicate get snowed in, all fluff]

39. Change the Fates' Design (Save What Has Been Lost) [c!Tommy makes a different choice atop that tower in exile, but is stopped by someone who wants to give him another chance]

Stories for QSMP Universe

01. Breathing Just to Survive, It's Time to Bring Us Back to Life [Phil adopting Chay]

02. And the Walls Kept Tumbling Down in the City That We Love [Phil confronting his son about his past]

03. Our Past Lives Return Onto a Way [Lullah's first adoption before her true home]

04. I Am the Beast That Survived [Phil's reaction to Lullah's first death]

05. Chant the Tales and Legends Told, Strengthened by the Hymns of Old [Phil telling his children about their uncle Techno]

06. If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World [Lore retell about Phil during the Electoral dinner fight]

07. Fly Along With Me, I Can't Quite Make It Alone [Phil & Quackity comfort]

08. A Drop of Water in an Endless Sea [Lore retell of Charlie Slimecicle's birthday and his confrontation with 'JuanaFlippa']

09. Promise Me This, That You'll Stand by Me Forever [Niki meeting a friend from her past on this new world she just awoke too]

10. The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage) [Phil learning of his children's disappearance & birdhouse plot]

11. I'll Be Home for Christmas [Death Family & BOLAS celebrate Christmas together]

12. Stay Awhile and Maybe Then You'll See (Different Side of Me) [Hide Duo story about their relationship and the events it endured through]

13. What Impossible Means, a Leap of Faith [Undying Duo, Phil attempts to fly and fails, Lullah fetching her Tio Foolish to help fish the crow from the river]

14. We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity) [Purgatory team BOLAS lore retell from Phil's POV]

15. One Thing You Leave Behind is How Did You Love [Hide Duo post-Happy Pills and Fit plays guitar]

16. There is Nowhere for You to Hide (The Hunter's Moon is Shinin') [Archivists, Cellbit & Phil discuss Purgatory 1 & 2]

17. The Whispers of a Reckoning Have Kept the Spirits Beckoning [Chayanne receives encouragement from his Tio Techno in his fight with the Ender King possessed Philza]

18. Artificial Stars on Eclipsed Skies [Hide Duo where Pac rescues Fit from Vaccus after being comforted by Phil]

19. You Are a Constant ; Always in the Edges, in the Sky, and That Makes Everything [Death Duo, one year celebration of the adoption of the original eggs]

20. This is Your Chance to Transform (The Moment You Confront the Storm) [Hide Duo fluff post-Vaccus rescue]

21. If There's Ever a Day Where I'm Not There (I'll Always Be With You Anywhere) [Alternate ending for the QSMP children & characters]

22. I Live in His Heart and He Lives in Mine [Alternate Hideduo ending]

23. Never Fade in the Dark (Remember You Will Always Burn as Bright) [Technoblade & Pomme]

24. Wedding Bells and...Explosives? (When You Finally Collide With Emotions You Can't Resist) [Alternate ending Hideduo Wedding]

25. A Phoenix's Ash in Dark Divine [BOLAS Rescue mission mixed with Phil's hardcore lore]

26. The Spaces Between My Fingers Are Right Where Yours Fit Perfectly [Hideduo fluff, a series of dates post-Vaccus rescue]

27. To Evolutionize One Must Crumble at the Seams [Foolish finds out Bad has been repeatedly killing Jaiden during Purgatory and gives into his rage]

28. The Spaces Between My Fingers Are Right Where Yours Fit Perfectly [Post-Vaccus Hideduo go on a series of dates and discuss their forevers]

29. I'm a Star That's Just a Black Hole Now [q!Morning Crew reconciliation & good ending for their characters]

30. In Your Eyes I Am Complete [One year ago from this publishing Pac gifted roses to Fit with Richas's heavy encouragement, so I wrote a fluffy date in honour of it]

Misc. Stories, Universes and AUs

01. Awaking in the Light of All the Stars Aligned [Ghosts & Mediums AU]

02. Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night [Origins SMP]

03. Shine a Light in the Dark, Let Me See Where You Are [SMP Earth]

04. The Future That We've Left to Die [Twinsduo TLOU AU]

05. She shot me in the night. It’s what I would’ve wanted. [Sunship Duo Apocalypse AU]

06. You Make Sure I Always See the Daylight [SBI Cafe AU]

07. Sail With Us, and We'll Show You What It Means to Be Alive [Royal Duo Pirate AU]

08. You Don't Need to Turn Me Away [Traitor Duo Childhood Friends AU]

09. Gentleness in the Absence of Violence (Despite the Abundance of It) [Generation Loss AU]

10. You Took My Broken Melody (Now I Hear a Symphony) [SBI Grocery Store Trip AU]

11. One Bullet in the Chamber [Fireworks Duo Vigilante AU]

12. Everything You Thought You Knew Will Fall Apart (But You'll Be All Right) [SBI Witch AU]

13. You Won't Be Forgotten (Not Again) [Royal Duo Pirates & Sirens AU]

14. Stay With Me, Let's Just Breathe [Crimeboys Apocalypse AU]

15. Star Rosa Isle [Aimsey Stardew Valley AU]

16. No One Will Ever Know the Violence It Took to Become This Gentle [Hideduo Vampire/Hunter AU]

17. When the Waves Turn the Minutes to Hours [Hideduo Navy AU]

18. Breathe in the Air, Don't Be Afraid to Care [Emerald Duo SMP Earth]

19. I Had Been Lost to You, Sunlight (And Flew Like a Moth to You) [Death Duo raising their dragon shifter son, Techno AU]

20. Kick at the Darkness 'Til It Bleeds Daylight [Hideduo Demon & Angel AU with a splash of forbidden love]

21. I Believe It All is Comin' to an End (I Guess We're Gonna Pretend) [Life series!Etho fic, set in secret life about him being protective]

A very personal piece written the day after the news about Technoblade was released and his impact on those he left behind (heavy warning for grief and loss): Dear Technoblade

QSMP Fan ID

When you began watching: Day 1 [Philza POV]

Favourite arc / lore: Birdhouse, Happy Pills [q!Pac], Purgatory, Slimecicle Revenge then Jury, Hardcore Deities, Madagio, Regret

Favourite cubitos: Phil, Fit, Pac, Mike, Tubbo, Foolish, Cellbit, Etoiles, Charlie Slimecicle, Niki, Baghera, Jaiden, Missa, Bagi

Favourite eggs: Chayanne, Tallulah, Ramon, Richas, Empanada, Sunny, Leo, Pepito, Pomme, Juana Flippa, Bobby [I like the rest too <3]

Favourite duos & groups: Phil & Technoblade [Emerald], Phil & Cellbit [Archivists], Phil & Etoiles [Codebreakers], Phil & Fit [Veterans], Phil & Missa [Death], Phil & Foolish [Undying], Fit & Pac [Hideduo], BOLAS, Chayanne & Tallulah [Yin and Yang], Phil & Tubbo [Hardcore], Death Family, Fit & Pac & Mike [Hide and Seek], Pac & Mic [Tazercraft], Tubbo & Phil & Etoiles [Leaders], Tubbo & Pac & Fit [Morning Crew], The Order, The Resistance / Rebellion, Cellbit & Roier [Guapo], Cellbit & Foolish [Foolbit], Cellbit & Baghera [Chainsaw Killers], Tubbo & Etoiles [Crit], Charlie & Quackity [Dap], Foolish & Jaiden [Chaos Twins], Slimecicle & Baghera [Karoke], Badboyhalo & Foolish [Land], Badboyhalo & Phil [Coworker], Slimecicle & Mariana [Misclick], Cellbit & Bagi [Mystery Twins], Pac & Etoiles [Pacman], Jaiden & Roier [Parrot], Foolish & Tina [Star], Tina & Bagi [Teaduo]

[amlovelies]

are we there yet?

this is another one of those deleted prompts from January that I am just now filling. better late than never right? Sidestep days, post nanosurge hurt/comfort. some mild spoilers for the public demo

big thanks to everyone on discord for all your help and feedback with this 💜

12. things you said while you thought I was asleep from this prompt list

fandom: fhr pairing: Julia Ortega/f!sidestep (Cynthia Basri) rating: T mention of mental trauma, migraines, nosebleeds, and cursing words: 2.7k read on ao3

              It’s not until you hear Ortega’s voice that you realize the pounding isn’t just your migraine, but rather her fists against your front door.

               “Cynthia, I swear to God I will break this door down!”

               Part of you just wants to try and call her bluff and roll back over, try to lose yourself to the state of semi-consciousness you’ve been floating in for God knows how long. The other part of you knows she’ll do it. There’s thunder in her voice; she’s reached the end of her patience. Breaking it down wouldn’t even phase her, and the last thing you need right now is to deal with that mess. 

               “Don’t you dare,” you try to yell, but your voice just cracks from lack of use and dehydration.

               It’s too fucking bright outside, even with Ortega looming in your doorway blocking most of the light. She’s tense, brow furrowed and her lips turned down in a frown. You’re too tired for this. Too tired for whatever confrontation she wants. You don’t bother with a greeting; it’s not like you invited her here. Leaving the door open, you trudge back to your bed and bury your face in the pillow.

               You hear her close the door as she walks into your small studio. “I guess this explains why you weren’t answering your phone.”

               You peek up to see her kneeling next to the shattered device. You’d thrown it when it wouldn’t stop ringing. You had tried to turn it off, but the buttons were too small, too difficult to manipulate. You just needed the noise to end. There was already so much chaos in your head, bouncing and rebounding off the sides of your skull, pooling behind your eyes, settling between your teeth. You were so desperate for some semblance of peace.

               Was that two days ago or three? You can’t remember. Time has stretched and blurred, too many days in pain. Too many days with your brain full to bursting. You’re no stranger to pain, no stranger to migraines, but it’s never been like this. The first few days you’d been able to keep going, to swallow the pills, to swallow the pain and keep moving. It’s not like your comfort had ever mattered, but the pain hadn’t stopped. Two weeks now and you are tired, so tired.

               “Somebody wouldn’t quit calling,” you say with a glare which just bounces off her. “I’m not dead, so you can quit worrying and go home.” The words slur on your tongue. It’s difficult to make it move the way you want to, but you get your point across just the same.

               “Like hell I will.” Stubborn. “I’m not leaving you here like this.” So damn stubborn and arrogant. What does she think she can do to fix this?

               “Please, just leave me the fuck alone, Julia.” It’s hard to keep your eyes open. Crystals dance in the edges making everything blur and twist.  

               “Not a chance.” You feel the bed dip as she sits down next to you and places a soothing hand on your forehead.

               You whimper at the contact. The press of her hand alleviating some of the throbbing in your temple, making it a little more bearable. After a few minutes she gets up, and you groan at the loss of her touch. You almost call her back, ask her not to leave, not to stop touching you, but that would be too much. You can hear her rummaging around the apartment. You should probably care, probably worry about the invasion of privacy, but it’s too much effort.

               Besides, you are the most incriminating thing she could find.

               When she comes back to sit on the bed, she gives you a choice: the hospital or the ranch. She’s already packed your bag, and her mouth is a firm line. There’s no way out of this. She is more than capable of carrying you out of here against your will.

               You take the lesser evil. Not that you are thrilled by the thought of spending hours in the car, not with the havoc the migraine has wrecked on your ability to keep any food down. When was the last time you ate anything besides dry toast? If you get sick in her car it’ll serve her right for meddling.

               By some miracle the traffic isn’t terrible. Ortega is driving fast, reckless, but that’s Ortega. Los Diablos disappears behind you and the relief is immense. The roar of too many souls in too little space fades away.  You can still feel the drivers around you. Blips of impressions, emotions, frustrations, occasionally the lyrics of a favorite song, but they’re gone too fast to stick, too fast to hurt. They can’t touch you.

               Ortega helps too. The static nothing of her thoughts like a cool compress to your fevered brain. A maze to get lost in, to try and shut everything away. Not that you’d ever tell her that. It would just give her another reason to stick around every time you get hurt.

               Shields had been your first lesson. The most important thing in a telepath’s arsenal, it’s too easy to be overwhelmed otherwise, to lose yourself in the howling around you. So many thoughts and feelings and emotions. Shields were your savior.

               Your shields are gone.

               Maybe the nanovores devoured them. A small price to pay when you compare it to the flesh missing from Ortega’s arm, to so many people just gone, to so much loss. What was your sanity in the face of that?

               Maybe you are broken. It’s never taken you this long to recover before. It’s never been so hard to get your shields back. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take. She’ll force you to the hospital if this continues much longer, and you won’t be able to run. Even at your best she’s always been faster and stronger than you. Right now, you doubt you could dodge a single blow, doubt that you could throw a punch or misdirect a mind.

               It’s not like the doctors could do anything for you anyway. Not the ones in Los Diablos at least. There were other doctors, specialists who loved nothing more than taking you apart and seeing what made you tick, how to make it better, how to make it stronger. What would they think about what you had done?

               How would they try to use you because of it?

               It’s too easy to remember. Too easy to remember rough hands and cold instruments. Fluorescent lights reflecting on exposed tattoos as you ran the drill again, again, again. Failure was not an option. Especially not when she was watching.

               Your mouth tastes like copper and it’s too familiar.

                “Jesus, Cyn,” Ortega’s voice breaks through your thoughts, “your nose.”

               Fuck. Looking down you can see where the blood has already dripped onto your flannel.

               Shields don’t just protect you from what’s outside. There are things inside you thought you’d locked away too.

               “Don’t worry. I didn’t bleed on your seat.” You’d meant the words to bite, to set her at ease, but you just sound exhausted. Weak. She keeps glancing over at you, her brow wrinkled.

               The shirt is already fucked; you might as well use the sleeve to sop up the mess. You’re almost grateful for the nose bleed. It’s better than the memories you were lost in. There’s pain and then there’s pain. “I’m fine. Just keep your eyes on the road, idiot.”

               A huff, but she turns her attention back to the highway.

               Good.

               “I thought you said the nosebleeds had stopped.” Her voice is tight and you can see the tension where her hand grips the gear shift. Sparks dancing over knuckles.

               “I did,” you say as you let your head rest against the window. It feels cool against your forehead and you sigh in relief. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s better than it was.” It is. The first few days after the nanosurge, it felt like the nosebleeds were happening every couple of hours.

               Minutes pass in silence, and for a moment you think that maybe she’ll just let it go. That hope is dashed as you feel the car begin to slow down. You’re still an hour at least from the ranch. Still climbing the grapevine up into the mountains. You haven’t even reached the toll roads that sprung up to replace the damaged five following the big one. Not that Ortega would have to pay, the shiny Rangers decal on her windshield a free pass almost anywhere in the FEZ. You’re nowhere near the central valley, and you feel a stab of fear at the thought that maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe she is taking away your choice, and she’ll turn the car around and drive you to the hospital.

               Should you bail out now? Run while she least expects it? The hillsides are sparse and desolate following last season’s wildfires. The twisted layers and striations of the rocks are a stark reminder of the violent potential of the land. There’s nowhere to hide. Nowhere that she couldn’t find you, couldn’t catch you. Still, it would be better to die of exposure or thirst in the mountains than to return to that place.

               “What are you doing?” you ask, trying to hide the panic in your voice.

               She doesn’t answer as she brings the car to a stop off the side of the road and gets out. Not turning around then. You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear her rummaging around in the trunk, a thud accompanied by a soft curse, and then she is pulling open your door. You repeat your question.

               “Do you expect me to just ignore it? Just keep driving like everything is fine?” she asks as she opens a bottle of water and begins to dampen a napkin with it.

               “Yes? It’s not like you’ve never seen me with a bloody nose before. Fuck, you’ve given me one.”

                She shushes you before pushing your hand out of the way and gently dabbing under your nose with the wet napkin. “That’s training. It’s different.”

               “Not really,” you say with a shrug. “Blood is blood.”

               “At least it’s stopped,” she says with a frown as she finishes wiping away the evidence.

               “See I told you it’s nothing to worry about, idiot.”

               Her hand cups your face, eyes staring into yours and you can’t bear it. You have to look away. You’ve helped bandage her up more than once, plugged in her mods, wrapped her cracked ribs, but you’ve rarely let her return the favor. Always dancing away from her hands, finding a way to slip away in the crowd before she can pull you to the medical tent. Too many secrets too easily revealed that way.

               There’s nothing for her to stitch or wrap or heal now, just you and your broken brain and blood on your shirt, but she is here, so present. Her thumb is rubbing along your cheek, along your scar, her hand so often finding its way there.

               A kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering as if she could have any effect on the damage underneath the surface.

               You don’t argue when she tells you to drink some water. Swallow the pill she offers you. It’ll be stronger than anything you have access to. You’re thankful for the clean shirt she offers you. The last thing you need is to give Tía Elena another reason to worry and fuss after you. Julia leans against the hood of the car as you light up a cigarette.  Just one, and then you are pulling back onto the road.

               Maybe it’s the nicotine, or the painkiller, or just being away from the city, but you can feel the pressure behind your eyes lifting.

                 You drift in and out of consciousness. Ortega chats with herself, a running commentary of complaints, about paperwork and the media team. The stupid outfits they wanted her to wear for a photo shoot. Never comfortable with silence, she always wants to fill the space with words or actions. Can’t pace when she’s in the car, so words it is.

               You don’t really sleep, not really. Just drift in and out. There’s a lot less traffic on the roads this far from the city center, and it’s peaceful. Your head still feels tight, unpleasant, but the painkillers Ortega gave you were no joke. Guess she wasn’t kidding about the Ranger’s health plan being second to none.

               “Cyn?” your name draws your focus, but you’re too tired to respond. “Are you asleep?” A pause as she waits for you to respond, and when you don’t, she keeps talking anyway. “Still wish you’d let me take you to the hospital. Stubborn idiot.” A soft chuckle, and she continues, “I know, I know, pot kettle but still, at least I let the doctors look me over before I ignore their advice.”

               She keeps talking, her voice quieter than before, barely a whisper in the empty air of the car. “I hate it, you know--” she takes a deep breath and her voice is brittle when she begins speaking again-- “watching you slink off after a fight. Not knowing how badly you’ve been hurt.”

               It’s nothing she hasn’t said before, but usually with shouted words and frustrated huffs, not whatever this is. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she sounds fearful, or maybe that’s just you. Fearful of where Julia might be going with this.  She stops speaking, but you can hear her fingers tapping against the wheel, as if continuing the conversation in her own head.                  

               You want to pretend to wake up, to save yourself from her concern, but you feel frozen. It’s like listening from underwater. The combination of the lingering pain and exhaustion and the numbing effect of the painkillers keeps you submerged, unable to surface.  

               “I worry about you. I just wish . . .” her voice trails off. ”I guess that doesn’t really matter.”

               Her fingers keep tapping against the wheel. You wish you hadn’t told her to turn off the radio. Her singing would be preferable to the anxiety you’re feeling now.

               You don’t want to know what else she might say.  You desperately want to hear what else she might say.

               “Cynthia, I—" Her voice cracks and it feels like a blow, quick and painful in your chest —  “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” There’s a desperate edge to her voice which you don’t understand. You’re the one who almost lost her, not the other way around. Why else would you shatter yourself, except to save her?

               For a moment you had thought she was going to say something else. You should be relieved. Relieved that she didn’t say it.

               You’re being fucking stupid. Drugged and stupid and wishing for things you can’t have. It’s always been an unsteady thing, this spark between the two of you. She’d push and you’d pull away. She’d give up, and go out.

               Photos in the tabloids screaming out at you from the newsstands.

               Who has Charge been seen with now? What sharp jawed man has had his arm around her waist?

               She never denied it, and why should she?

               You said it yourself. It was just fun.

               There’s a tightness in your chest making it difficult to breath.

               It doesn’t matter how much you want to hear those words. It doesn’t matter how much you wish you could reveal the truth to her. You belong hidden. In the darkness. Any attempt to expose you to the light will leave you shriveled and burned away. Exposed for the fraud that you are.

                You jump in surprise as fingers tuck a strand of hair gently behind your ear

               “Sorry,” she says as she pulls her hand back. She gives a small embarrassed laugh as she rubs the back of her neck and adds, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

               “Whatever,” you grumble and avoid looking at her. Reaching forward you turn on the radio. It takes a minute or two to find a station, but once you do you settle back into your seat in relief. The noise is a much more controllable pain. “Are we there yet?”

               “Not quite.”

[digoload]

@evagora​

You have asked the magical question!!!!!! I am ready and willing to provide recs!!!!!!!! (sorry for the infodump ^_^’’)

Please keep in mind that your mileage may vary with vods, but some of these he made videos of, so if you prefer that form of content then definitely check those out! They’re much snappier in terms of humour and I really love the voice-overs he does sometimes. It’s widely agreed that some of his best work was the Potato  War  saga (aforementioned bedtime stories), so if you haven’t seen that yet, check those videos out! He also did a ton of fun stuff with another CC you may have heard of from BadBoyHalo or Dapper, called Skeppy. “skeppy tries to troll me but i troll him first” comes to mind hahaha.

But you asked for vods, so here are my recs for someone who has never watched Technoblade before:

Minecraft Ultimate! An event from 2020

Minecraft Monday week one! An event from 2019 which you might know of from other creators

The turtle stream! People who like the Philza+Technoblade duo really love this stream. It’s chill, fun, and grindy, which is basically Techno’s playstyle in a nutshell haha

Here’s also an extended list! For ease of access, I’ve split the recs into sections for minecraft event streams (what he’s more known for), normal minecraft streams (generally pretty chill/comfort vibes on his own, or banter with friends), minecraft challenge streams (where he’d attempt to complete the game, but with a twist - such as the hardcore steering wheel streams), and non-minecraft streams (games other than minecraft LOL. these are a bit more niche, but loveable all the same).

He streamed pretty much exclusively on Youtube (other than an April fools prank from a few years ago). A lot of his stream videos are either unlisted or deleted. you can still access a lot of them through his streams playlist on his channel, but just a heads up if you wanna go digging!

Event Streams

His Minecraft Ultimate stream - I’ll go into more depth here. a Hunger Games-style competition in which groups of four streamers work together to be the last ones standing, while raising money for charity. People could donate to give their favourite streamers materials and pets. Technoblade was in the only team of three, as he was the replacement for TWO dropouts of the same team (it would have been considered too OP of a team otherwise). The organiser tweeted that they wouldn’t be able to win prior to the event considering this handicap (which later became a copypasta).

there is also a video for this vod

His first Minecraft Monday stream: all his Minecraft Monday streams are hilarious, but this one was before the event got “balanced out” and no one really knew who he was. Watching other perspectives of this event as he became more known amongst the players was also pretty funny haha. If you don’t know this event, other QSMP members participated in it, including Wilbur, BBH, Quackity, Philza, DanTDM, and probably some others I’m forgetting. It’s generally considered a pretty scuffed event (in hindsight), but it was still funny to watch!

he also made a video for this vod, and some of the other minecraft monday streams :]

His first MCC stream! (If you don’t know MCC, it’s a generally English speaking tournament that’s been going for about three years now. Recently, Shadoune has joined and played last month, and he will again this month if you’re interested in a Spanish-speaking streamer playing on it. One of the organisers has also said that they’d like to add more Spanish speakers to the roster this year). This was technically the second overall MCC event, but he was in Philza’s chat during the first and asked to join in on the second. He, Wilbur and Philza did a lot of MCCs together in the beginning with a fourth teammate.

he also made a video for this vod! I’d also like to add that he did a stream with Wilbur, Philza, and Tommyinnit which you can watch here, although I don’t personally recommend it as it is slightly painful to watch - but it is a very well known stream among fans so I thought I’d mention it ^^

The taco bell gift card stream (!!!!) Mr Beast hid a 10,000 dollar taco bell gift card on the dream SMP with a few hints, and streamers scrambled to work with and against one another to find it.

Normal Minecraft Streams!

Halloween stream! He grinds to find and capture limited and rare halloween-specific mobs for his “secret” base. This is on the DreamSMP, but there’s not much lore so you won’t be confused, just some offhand comments.

Turtle stream!! He and Philza struggle to make a turtle farm from scratch, including a well-known clip where Technoblade discovers that zombies break turtle eggs (”for FUN!?!?”). Again, not much lore haha

Gaming with Ranboo stream. (If you don’t know Ranboo, he’s another streamer in the Wilbur-Philza-Slimecicle circle - he has a group channel with them). This was the final stream he did (if memory serves), from about a year ago, but you wouldn’t know it.

His first Dream SMP stream! This one is kinda full of donos which can make things a bit clunky for a first-first Technoblade stream, but basically he attempts to grind for good gear while scrambling to get away from anyone who tries to approach him. It’s a pretty good look at how he acts - he’s not JUST a Legendary PVPer; he’s a socially awkward Legendary PVPer (teehee)

Techno and Ranboo’s Excellent Adventure - in which Techno and Ranboo explore and investigate (and exploit) Ranboo’s new superpowers. Philza also appears towards the end :]

Late night Hypixel stream.  A more recent stream in which he plays Hypixel minigames and just chills. Great background noise for when you’re working on something, but also shows how much time he used to spend on Hypixel LOL

He was also part of some other SMPs (SMPEarth in particular), and he played A LOT of Hypixel in the past. like a LOT a lot (notably Skyblock, Bedwars, Skywars, and Nickelodeon Kart Racers)

Challenge Streams

The vods for the steering wheel streams were deleted or unlisted and we can’t access them from his channel now (as far as I know), although they were reuploaded into one HUGE video by a fan (i won’t link that here, but you can go find it for yourself; I don’t know why or if there was a reason for deleting, but I’d rather not step on toes). We do have the video made from one of the vods though, but not all.

I believe the same thing happened to the VR vods, but here are the videos (also incomplete) for that if you want. One of his more recent videos was trying to pick up Minecraft VR again, but obviously, it wasn’t ever finished. This video contains many “babababa”s. please watch, its awesome XD

Minecraft but TNT spawns on me every 10 seconds - pretty self explanatory tbh LOL. I will tell you that he gets a horse named Rocket and Rocket is awesome. Second most iconic Technohorse

Minecraft, but viewers control the game. This is another more recent one which he did for charity raising money for cancer research. It’s incredibly chaotic, and a lot of his streamer friends join in on the fun :]

Non-Minecraft Streams 

Minecraft storymode series! Overall a very fun experience :]

The Legendary Bannerlord streams. You do not need to know anything about Bannerlord to be entertained (in fact it might make it better if you know nothing)

He also played Fortnite for the first time on stream, and made a few videos about it, if that’s your thing!

Hope this helps! Technoblade has years and years of content, so I tried to get a good variation from the past 4-ish years, but those are all still pretty new. Technoblade fans who’ve been around for a while tend to have a favourite Skywars video they love to death (mine is the i like frogs video :D)

If you want to know more about his DreamSMP or EarthSMP lore content, I recommend just starting from the beginning and working through the vods (although he has made videos of some of the more important streams). There are also plenty of people here on Tumblr who will happily tell you all about it!

Man isn’t it insane that there is probably a whole group of people through the qsmp who are learning about techno for the first time? Especially Spanish / Portuguese speaking communities. At least learning purely through osmosis.

Just imagine being like “Who is this guy that that they keep mentioning? And they keep telling bed time stories about?” And finding out more and being like “what?? Oh. Oh OH.”

I hope everyone gets a chance to learn about him. His legacy is forever. Technoblade never dies.

[sly-merlin]

a little longer | k.dy

Genre :  fluff, doyoung being sappy

@parkjmini requested: sunflower + doyoung ( i can't believe i saved the request for two months 🤍)

Sunflower : longevity, lasting happiness

words : 1k

Summary : after several failed tries of finding a perfect birthday gift for you, doyoung decides to pour his feelings into the paper, sealing his love in a not so conventional way.

a/n : happy birthday my Joyce. I love you so much!❤️you are so sweet and precious🥺i got late due to sudden commitments! but you love me soooo(~￣³￣)~excuse this time.

I apologise to those who are seeing this post for nth time. Tumblr deleted it thrice!

Dear y/n,

Do you remember our first meeting? Hmm you might not. It wasn’t, after all, very pleasant. I was sitting or rather hiding in a secluded corner of the cafe where I couldn't be seen but I knew I was not that well hidden the moment you had found and approached me. Well not me but your coffee cup and sandwich. Your glare had shook me to the core and I must say you had overreacted. Who creates an eye-contact riot at something trivial like an order of coffee? Certainly no one that I knew did! Who knew people were so over-protective over their drinks! After your fuming form had retreated leaving me baffled at your reaction and I had shifted my focus back to the book in hand. I couldn't have wasted the few hours I had to myself on something so insignificant. Only if i knew!

That night, my dreams were painted with the colour of your eyes. Quite amusingly, the sleep that i loved so much had been filled with all the other possible scenarios that could have unfolded, only if my face was naked. Were you a fan? Did you recognise me? Truth be told, I had forgotten your face the next minute you had left the door but why were your eyes so captivating that it urged me to search for you. Of course with the compensatory purpose because initially, it was me who had picked up the wrong order or maybe, I just wanted to see those eyes again.

I went back, again and again for about 2 weeks, at same time, hoping I'd see you there, hoping I'd catch your name being called. Several y/n's had ordered coffee for those two weeks but none was you and then suddenly after those long weeks, right when i was busy drowning my latte with sugar, the bells had chimed and you had entered.

That day, I had tried to register your face in my muddled mind.

That night, I had slept forcing myself to dream of those eyes again. The regret of failing to talk to you had settled down somewhere in the back of my mind and your smile had replaced the jitters of nervousness.

Though three years have passed but the extra receipt of your dear order, stored in the second drawer, never fails to throw me back to the time when the mere thought of your existence was enough to put me to sleep. I hope, if you remember, you also cherish those times just the way I do.

Do you remember the first time we talked? You ought to! That was the most valiant doyoung anybody could have ever witnessed! Good luck had rained upon me that day for I had caught you alone in the same corner of the cafe. You had politely accepted my silent request to keep my presence unknown and that day, I had mutely entered your life. I might be your fan but you aren't more important than my sandwich! The humour haha!

One unexpected meeting had morphed into a spiral of multiple. That one accidental exchange of sugar sweet drink had led to fortuitous trade of contacts and became the highlight of my plain life.  

6 september. Do you remember this date? Maybe you do. That day, for the first time, i had poured all of my unexpressed feelings into three overrated words- i love you. Those words were in no way meaningless for me but I still had failed to recognise the reason for your  overwhelming state and the never ending tears. Until I had heard them from you. It felt odd. Certainly different from how taeyong or others say it. Why did those feel so strange and surprisingly intimate but I was happy, over the moon if you could say!

That day, I had slept peacefully, without a care in the world for mine was already secured in my arms.

You must be wondering why am i repeating everything again like i don't expect you to remember anything at all. For me, those several firsts, those new beginnings were the reason we have travelled so far. And as the clock ticks, my inner voice gets louder with several questions clogging my head and not all of them have responses to ease my worries.

Have I been taking you for granted? I would never dare to answer that by myself.  My job and time had never been kind to us and i can't say if this would ever come to an end but do know that i appreciate you in my life. You are always there at the end of the day and I always find you sitting right where I left. But time scares me y/n. What if one day you pack your frustrations in a suitcase full of your belongings and leave me alone with nothing but memories.

I always have so much to say but I never utter anything. I fear that the range of my voice would end up disrespecting your love for me. The way you express, I could never. Even when I try the hardest, it always falls short of something that I'm not aware of.

I can never love you the way you do and I'm afraid my love would end up being passed as mere infatuation if ever compared to yours.

I know I'm already getting far more than what I deserve and shouldn't be asking for anything but I'll allow myself to be greedy for once. Promise me that you'd never give up on me. Promise me that you'd always be there for me because I can't explain how much I love coming back to you. Let my pace always match yours so I would be able to slip my hand through yours, just the way you love and in return, I promise to make your stay in my life a bit easier.

I love you. Thank you for always staying at the other end of the door. I promise you won’t have to wait too long for me. Thank you for accepting my odd and silent way of loving you.

Thank you for being you. Let me just love you for a little longer.

Today, you are getting a year older. For me, you’d always remain the same y/n i met three years ago. I hope your perception of me won’t change anytime soon.

I’ll be adding this letter in the list of our firsts! I was being lazy so i forgot to buy you a gift this time(or maybe i needed an excuse to write my first love letter). By the time you read this, it’d be afternoon already. I’d be home by 8.

Always loving you.

Your bunny,

doyoung

(p.s do me a favour and please don’t embarrass me by mentioning this letter in the evening)

did i say love you? i love you!

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should i write a reply from y/n?

[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 2

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☆ written from Niall’s pov ☆ i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it. ☆ AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance ☆ 2.6k ☆ i accept requests and ideas for this story, so message me in my inbox! ☆ if you want to be notified when this story is updated (or be taken off the update list) CLICK HERE

NIALL

I was not okay the next day, like Louis had suggested. In fact, even three weeks later, I was still depressed. I had sent Grace a few text messages but she never answered and I didn't know what else I could do. It was obsessing me to the point where I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything else or almost. I spent all my time in my apartment, dragging my feet from the kitchen to the living room with a few breaks to the bathroom. It was pathetic and I knew it, but I didn't have the strength to do anything else.

"You realize you've watched that movie three times in the past two days?"

I blinked a few times, turning to look at Millie who was bending close to me, slipping her hand between the cushions on the couch, probably searching for her keys.

"I keep falling asleep." I lied, putting my eyes back on the screen.

There was no need to tell her that I actually didn't understand the plot because I kept thinking about my ex girlfriend. I knew it would piss her off and I was not in the mood to hear about her rant about how I need to go out and meet new girls. I didn't want new girls. All I wanted was Grace.

"Where are you going?" I asked, grabbing one of my pillows that was now almost permanently on the couch now to hold it against me.

"Work." she pointed out with a sigh as she started searching more vigourously and quickly. "When's the last time you actually went to work?"

"Can't remember." I mumbled, leaning my head on the back of the couch and closing my eyes.

"You'll get fired." she sighed, shaking her head. "You may have a nice smile and lots of charm, Niall, but it's not going to save you forever."

"My boss loves me."

"She does." Millie agreed as I opened my eyes. She raised her eyebrows and her lips curled on the right. "Because she wants in your pants. Why don't you spend the night with her? Maybe it would make you stop being such a loser."

"She's sixty." I argued with a frown. "And I'm not a loser."

"Nothing beats experience." she paused. "And you've been a loser for the past few weeks."

I simply groaned low and decided not to answer but I turned my head when Millie whispered a few curse words, still trying to find her keys in the couch. I sighed, desperate to be alone again, and shook my head.

"Take mine."

"Okay, where are they?"

I looked around and noticed them on the carpet before pointing them to her. She sent me a frown and bent down to take them in her hand, sighing again.

"You're getting messy. That's bad."

Quickly, she took her phone out of her purse and typed something just as someone knocked at the door. I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up until Millie snatched it out of my hand. I wanted to be pissed at how annoying she was but I didn't have the strength to argue more when she turned the tv off.

"Fine, I'll just go in my room for a nap."

I got up but Millie put her hand on my chest and I let my head fall back on my shoulders slightly. All I wanted was to be alone or get my girlfriend back. Why was it so hard for everyone to understand? Today, it was Millie and when it was not her, it was Louis who would try to spend time with me to make me stop thinking about my failed relationship. I wanted to appreciate what they did for me but I just couldn't.

"First, just go answer the door so you can have an interaction with a human being." she proposed, raising her eyebrows.

"I knew you weren't human." I let out, making her grimace.

She grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and pushed me gently towards the door. I had almost reached it when I heard her behind me.

"Baby steps, Horan!"

"Don't call me that." I muttered, grabbing the knob and opening the door very slowly.

My heart literally stopped in my chest when Grace appeared behind it, and my jaw dropped. She was even more gorgeous than in my memories, and when she pressed her lips together, I wanted to take her in my arms, nuzzle her neck and smell her hair. It was more than just sexual, it was everything she made me feel, from the butterflies to the 'heart skipping beat' thing we hear in movies. How did I live three weeks without her? Wait, I didn't. I barely survived.

I wanted to say something but my mind was blank and I just stared at her until she raised her shoulders up, bringing them near her face. She looked uncomfortable and for some reason, it made me sad.

"Hey, Niall."

The sound of her voice made something stir in my stomach and it reminded me of all the videos of her that Louis had deleted the day she broke up with me. I felt a hole inside me suddenly and swallowed hard.

"I know I shouldn't be here but, I..." she shook her head and licked her lips, avoiding my gaze. "Can I come in?"

It took me a few seconds to react but I finally nodded and moved on the side to let her in. Her perfume reached my nose as she walked in and I felt myself tear up. I followed her to the living room but only got out of my thoughts when I realized she came face to face with Millie. My friend's face changed and she sighed exaggeratedly.

"Grace. Really?"

"Hey Millie."

"Grace, you can't do that."

Weirdly, Millie's voice was low but I could hear how mad she was. She was staring at my ex girlfriend and it made me frown slightly.

"I know, I just really need my passport and I'm pretty sure I left it here."

My friend sighed and passed her hand on her face before shaking her head again. My gaze moved from her to my ex girlfriend and I cleared my throat, frowning slightly.

"Okay, what's happening here?"

Millie took a step closer and shrugged a shoulder. "Grace came to the library to tell me that she forgot a few things here and, I told her it was a bad idea to come when you were there because you... had a hard time getting over this relationship."

I frowned more and my lips parted. It took a few seconds for the confusion in my brain to dissipate and I finally understood, pushing the air out of my lungs quickly.

"Millie, you can't just get in my business like that."

"Niall, it's not Millie's fault, it's mine." Grace admitted, tilting her head and shaking it lightly at the same time. "I got your text messages and, I didn't want to give you wrong hopes if I messaged you again, or called."

My eyes roamed on her face and my heart broke again in my chest. It felt like she was breaking up with me for a second time, and I had no idea how I'd be able to go through that again.

"I just need my passport."

I remembered that I put it with mine in one of my folders the last time we came back from a trip and swallowed hard when I realized she was going to use it without me.

"You're leaving?"

Her eyes moved to my friend and she cleared her throat, looking down but glancing up at me for half a second. "Yea, me and a few friends are just going to... you know, on a girls trip."

"Did you already replace me?"

A silence took place between the three of us but this time, Grace looked up at me and blinked a few times, sending me a sincere smile. I missed her every second of every day but now that she was so close, I missed her even more, and I didn't even know it was possible.

"No, Niall." she replied gently. "I didn't replace you."

We remained silent again but this time it wasn't as heavy and after a few seconds, I simply nodded. I could ask beg her to give me an other chance, or tell her I would change, but I knew it was useless. She already knew everything I was ready to do for her from the few text messages I had sent and I was slowly realizing that nothing would change her mind. I was resigned to accept my fate, or getting close to it.

"I'll get your passport."

I walked quickly to my room and found it exactly where I had left it before going back to the living room. Both girls stopped talking when I walked back in but I decided not to mention it, even if I knew it meant they were talking about me. I handed her passport to Grace who thanked me and cleared her throat shyly.

"I think I'll just... leave, now." she let out, sending me a sad smile. "Bye Niall."

I stayed there, standing up motionless and waiting to hear the door behind her, inhaling deeply when she was gone and making me realized I had stopped breathing completely. My heart was telling me to turn on my heels and run to her but my head was fighting it. There were no reason for me to do that, it wouldn't change anything.

"It's over." I whispered before Millie took a step closer to me.

"Okay, you need food, come on."

I didn't move or even looked at her and she just placed herself behind me, her hands on my shoulders, leading me to the kitchen and pushing me gently. I let myself fall on a chair but it took me a few minutes to realize what she was doing.

"Mill, you can't cook for shite."

"I can make pancakes." she argued as I shook my head.

"No, you can't." I blinked a few times and sighed. "Besides, you'll be late for work."

I must have looked very sad for Millie to actually take care of me like that. Our personalities clashed most of the time but at that exact moment, I was grateful to have a friend like her. Even when we were kids, we would tease each other all the time, and banter with each other, so it wasn't new, and if I wanted to be honest, I had never felt really close with her. Louis and her were best friends, I knew that, and now they were clearly more than that. Louis was also my best friend, and somehow, I felt like he was the only link between Millie and I.

"No worries, I texted Louis, he's coming back and he'll take care of you so I can go to work."

"So now I need a babysitter." I pointed out, raising my eyebrows. I was not really mad. In fact, I felt relieved, especially now that it was finally hitting me that it was totally over with Grace.

"Baby steps, babysitter." Millie joked with a grin, turning to glance at me. "Don't want you tripping and falling on your face."

It took about 15 minutes for Louis to get home. He walked in and went straight to the kitchen, getting next to Millie and hitting her hip with his. It made her laugh and she turned around, sending him a smile. Her traits softened when her eyes met his and I was suddenly jealous of what they had, no matter what it was. Maybe it would make me feel better to have someone too, someone I could spend time with, without having to label what we had.

I was obviously not ready for a relationship but staying alone seemed just as bad. Besides, I had spent the last three weeks pretty much alone, and it had to change, or I would go crazy. I watched Louis send her a smile and she tilted her chin up. I was expecting them to kiss but instead, Louis turned to me and smiled more.

"What's the plan for today, Neil?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. "How about tennis?"

I frowned and shook my head, knowing that Louis must have been desperate for me to get out of the house if he was ready to play tennis with me.

"I'm thinking about watching the integrality of netflix." I just replied with a shrug, crossing my arms over my chest. "And maybe start amazon prime if I have time."

Millie chuckled next to him and it made my lips curl more. I really appreciated how my friends took care of me but I didn't know how to tell them. I was never really good with expressing my feelings and I just cleared my throat.

"Thank you, both of you."

I watched Millie bring a plate of pancakes on the table and raised my eyebrows, staring at them. They were a nice golden color, they smelled amazing and suddenly, I was hungry.

"When's the last time you had a proper meal, Niall?" Louis asked when we all heard my stomach growl.

"Yesterday?"

Louis chuckled and shook his head, amused. "Chips don't count as a meal."

I shrugged and started eating but when Millie moved closer to Louis, I looked up at them, pushing big pieces of pancakes in my mouth. I knew they had been close like that for a while but their dynamics still made me curious. Sometimes, they acted like a couple and some other times, you could barely tell they were best friends.

"You've got flour on your nose." Louis whispered, bringing his hand up to wipe it and making her shake her head as she smiled slightly.

"I'm fine, I have to go." she replied, moving his hand away gently. "I'm already late." She turned to me and smiled more when she noticed I was almost done with the meal she prepared. "We're going out tonight. You need to let loose."

If I hadn't seen Grace half an hour before, I would probably have argued and ended up locked in my room. I was still sad but Millie was right, I needed a distraction. It was useless to wait for Grace to come back, now. She wouldn't.

"Are you ever going to make it official with her?" I asked, leaning against my chair, feeling slightly nauseous because of how fast I ate.

"Naa, we're not gonna talk about Millie and I." Louis shrugged, sitting in front of me.

"Why are you avoiding it?" I argued, raising my eyebrows. "You're both so good when it comes to getting involved in my relationships but as soon as I mention yours, you act like it's none of my business."

Louis raised his nose up in a grimace, looking down at his hands and shaking his head. "It's not a romantic relationship it's just..." he paused and shrugged a shoulder, making me frown. "It's complicated."

I was about to ask him more but he looked up and sent me a big smile. Louis was never the kind of person who liked confiding and if I wanted to be honest, I wasn't either. The difference was that I respected his choice to keep things to himself, but he always insisted to help me. It came from a good place, I knew it, but I felt like the sharing part was unfair.

"I know where we're going tonight." he finally let out, slapping the table enough to make me jump. "And I promise you're gonna get laid."

[imagesbyele]

the theme I don’t know how to describe because it has too many things featured in it and it will take a year or 

aro-ace theme!

note that you are allowed to use the theme for whatever you want, change all colors, images (you want to make it a marvel thing? go for it! It’s personal and you want to use other flag colors? go pick those rainbow colors!), but my inspiration was, well, not having seen aro-ace themes before and wanting to make one. I didn’t upload background images but you have the option. Feel free to edit as you please, just don’t remove the credit or claim it’s yours!

as always in the source you’ll find the link to the post with static preview, code and instructions/extra credits.

theme is contained, responsive, super customizable. It’s free! But as always consider donating to my ko-fi as this was a lot <3  like or reblog if you use! (or just if you like it, if you want to!)

 this post will have: what you can edit from custom page, the widgets/scripts used with credits and some explanations. Asterisks * next to something will indicate that more about it will be said in the linked post. I’d apologize for the length but it’s due to how many things I added to the theme and that you should know about. 

now, what can you edit from your customization page:

-nearly every font and its color and size, so that if a font is by default bigger than others you can easily reduce the size. There is a select menu for the body font with all the fonts present in this blog, so you know what they are and can type the one you want for other eleents. I think I only left a couple to be edited from the editor, like your quotes posts if you reblog them a lot. This includes h2 as it’s what you use as ‘big font’ in your posts and h3 in case you want to personalize it and use it for something on purpose, as it has to be added to the html of the post.

-one of the new things:I used a gradient for the backgrounds of the big container, the sidebar and the posts container, but also of tumblr’s default music player (latter done initially following @octomoosey​‘s tutorial then messed with by me hence no album art).  See static preview posts. You can type the colors straight from the costomization page like this:

if you want one solid color you can just write, for example: black, black as it needs at least two. To bottom/To left/to top/to right change the direction. The only thing you need to edit from the html is if you want to go from linear-gradient (like you see in the sidebar) to radial-gradient (like in the big container which has green in the center and purple on the outside) and vice versa, if you want. 

-you can also upload background images of the sidebar, container and bigcontainer and select the optional blending with the colors, which can be none and you only see the images or something like screen or hard-color and check the results (bigcontainer as an overlay gif on Screen now)  -more typing: you can paste the symbol or the symbol code for the list items and the decorations around the post title, right now both being spades. *

-you can upload up to five background images if you enable the ‘changing background’ function otherwise only the first one counts. They will change when you refresh the page, thanks to @lmthemes​

-you can turn on and off the music box (player3 by @glenthemes​​ ), and if it’s enabled you can add two songs from the customization page (or go to the html editor and up it to four before it can get messy as it shows on hover), typing url, author, url of the album art, and song title. You already have We Are Golden by Mika as an example (takes a second to start due to the recording, watch out not to get scared if there is silence and then the first note)*

-optional searchbar in the sidebar with optional suggestions when you click on it (if you want them though you’ll need to go to the editor to type links and names, but you can turn it off and just keep the searchbar, like I said) also by glenthemes’ tutorials. 

-the separator between text posts image is also optional and if turned on, you can also turn on and off whether the image is the avatair/portrait of the person who made the post, with a link to the original if it’s a reblog, or if you want the image to be one you upload yourself, 50x50px and it should resize to fit in (also with a link, in this case to the post itself so you can open it from the top of the page). One is the toggle button ifshowtinyimage, and the other is ‘tinyimageisthesource’, if you turn that off you upload the image yourself. If you add a source to your posts, it will appear among the permalinks regardless.

more under read more!

-besides all normal colors and borders you can pick the color of the border/glow/shadow (call it as you want) of three different categories, or turn it off: the mainglow for big elements like containers and sidebar and sidebar images, the audios glow for players like spotify, regular one or soundcloud. Finally the images shadow when inside your posts. The latter is set on inherit because it means that if an image is also a link like your tiny-image it will be of the same color of your links and change on hover. That is something you can only change on the editor by searching for color:inherit and change it to what you want, if you don’t want to turn it off. 

-askbox colors have been changed with @eggdesign​‘s tricks! look for ask_form in the editor and try changing the number of filter there to see more effects. Also the askbox never shrink, a fix by @whateverhtml​ -pinned post has a little banner, styled like permalinks. 

-you can pick a color for top-info which are the date and notes. I left it empty because it automatically gets the default links color but you can pick it yourself. 

-turn on and off unnested captions looks for textposts and for all other posts (as people who use xkit to edit previous posts will get blockquotes anyway and may not like the final result) thanks to @annasthms​ code. -blockquotes are of alternating colors, by @bychloethemes​. You can obviously choose the same color if you want them to just have the one. You can also select the type of blockquote, if a solid line or dots or dashes.  -you can choose if your smaller sidebar image, sidebarimg2, is an image you’ll upload or if it’s your avatar/portrait by toggling it on and off. If you don’t want sidebar images and you don’t upload any, there are instructions on top of the html to delete the border so you only see the sidebar bg. (basically just delete their box-shadow) -speaking of which, your title will wrap around the second image like in the preview. If that doesn’t work for you you can try changing sizes and font or by going to the editor and changing the margin-top so it’s out of the sidebar image’s reach and can be a “straight line” again (in case it doesn’t fit and the long title is cut in the wrong place)

-you can turn on and off a copy link of the post button on the far left of your permalinks bar, so people can copy the permalink from dash - also by glenthemes.

-navigation links have two alternating colors, odd links right now are black, even links are white, and their hovers are the opposite of that. You can make them all of the same color, in which case you’ll need to look for .navilink a:hover and change the hover color for both. If you have custom pages and enable the link to show it will be automatically added. To change the cat icons just search for ‘cat’ and replace as pleased. To change the ask icon because maybe you don’t have them enabled look for ‘envelope’ with your ctrl + f. You can type urls and titles of navi links from the custom page, the first two are automatically home and ask, there are three more under the description. All icons from font-awesome have a black border so the white ones don’t disappear on light backgrounds, you can change that looking for .fas 

-you can select post-sizes: 400, 450, 500, 540. Whether the sidebar is next to the container or on top will depend on your post size and the screen width as at some point they may not fit. They always do fit on desktop though, and on screens that are smaller than 800px the sidebar is assumed to be on top and will have a max height of 300px (but you can scroll down). I couldn’t make the bigcontainer get bigger for giant screens as I can’t calculate the right size in which all post-sizes + sidebar will look good.

-lightboxes show images with a glow too. Speaking of which you get lightboxes as always, pxu photoset fix and video resizing fix all by @shythemes​ and with the bychloethemes fix. npf photosets fix by glenthemes. No href.li addition from tumblr when you add a link to a post by @magnusthemes​.

-soundcloud player is minimal and its play button is the same color of your permalinks icons thanks to shythemes tutorial. spotify is also minimal, instructions to change it are there. 

-tumblr controls are small and semi-transparent until you hover, also dark regardless, followed painthemes tutorial.

-chats are styled like imessages by ncrthlanes now deactivated, submit posts have at least the submitter’s url recognizable, reblogged asks also get a background for the answer as well as borders, link posts are styled as much as a link-post can be styled. 

-there are already links and similar things written to be an example in your customization page but in any case you get instructions in the editor and everything is divided in sections as much as possible. Also I’m here for any questions. 

[sunmoon-starfactory]

Forging On - Metalsmithing Station

Steel yourself and strike while the iron is hot! With an anvil and the proper body skill, a sim may forge various components, wares, tools, and even weapons and armor.

Download  Metalsmithing - SFS

Download Auto Tool Update - SFS

Download/View - The Keep

See under the cut for details and instructions, or visit the Keep link for the same and more images.

REQUIRED OTHER SUN&MOON SETS: ● Refine And Shine – Metal Ingots, Shovel Tool ● All Fired Up – Fire Grates ● Great Grains – Field Sickle Tool ● Cheese Please – Cheese Knife ● Gone Fishin’ – Fillet Knife ● Mining 3.0 – Pickaxe ● Rainy Day Savings – Metal Safes/Strongboxes ● It’s A Trap! – Animal Traps

THE ANVIL: This is the station used for metal smithing. It comes in two versions, one that is a whole set up of anvil on stump with quenching barrel, and the other that is just an anvil to be placed anywhere. Of course if you choose just the anvil, be aware that the animation may be off depending on the height of the surface it is placed.  

Skill Level 0-2: Perfect starting projects for an apprentice or someone just getting into the craft. Learn the basics first! ● Wooden Components ● Chains ● Nails ● Findings ● Hoops Skill Level 3-4: Now that the basics are there, time to learn to make more complex or delicate shapes and bends. ● Previous Tier Items ● Horse Shoe Set ● Spigots ● Sink and Washtub ● Tools ● Kitchen Utensil Set ● Lanterns ● Alarm Bells ● Tableware Sets ● Animal Traps ● Candlesticks/Holders Skill Level 5-6: Those shapes are muscle memory now, time to get to confidently producing more sturdy goods prone to wear and tear. ● Previous Tier Items ● Cookware Set ● Security Keys ● Stoves ● Fire Grates ● Buffet Platter ● Safes Skill Level 7+: Items that require more fine detail or precision are now the goal. ● Previous Tier Items ● Idols ● Iron Sword ● Mail Armor Writ Of Mastery: ● Previous Tier Items ● Plate Armors ● Steel Weapons

FUNCTIONAL ITEMS ANIMAL TRAPS: While the files for the traps themselves are not included in the download, the metalsmith station is capable of making three fully functioning animal traps. *Note: Traps are not restockable from inventory in a business setting. Future update to Animal Hunting will cover that. ● Fox Trap ● Wolf Trap ● Bear Trap

PORTION KNIVES: ● Cheese Knife ● Fish Fillet Knife

LANTERNS: Place Anywhere/Holdable Lanterns: Copied files of existing creations from Ocelotekatl who allowed me to incorporate the files into the station. Retains old GUIDs, but have been renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code. Accessory packages are included. ● Box ● Cylindrical ● Oblong

STOVES: ● Skyrim Cauldrons/Pots/Spit: Copied files of existing creations from Sunni. Retains old GUIDs, but have been renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code. ● Muffin Maker: Copied files of existing creations from Motherof70. Retains old GUIDs, but have been renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code. ● Cooktop Ring: A stove that can be placed on countertops or anywhere really. ● Pot Belly Stove: Copied files of existing creations from Numenor. Retains old GUIDs, but have been renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code. ● Eva's Hanging Cauldron:Copied files of existing creations from Eva/Sunni. Retains old GUIDs, but have been renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code. ● Auld Crow Stove: TS2 stove with some bits and bobs removed. 

BELLS & KEYS: ● Fire Alarm Bell: Copied files of existing creation by Kate. Retains old GUID, but has been remapped, renamed and given Restocking From Inventory Code ● Alarm Clock Hand Bell. Based on Inge's Alarm Clock for more customization and setting. ● Security Keys - Custom Burglar Alarm. Make sure to download Midge's Mod for Custom Burglar alarms to make it work. 

BANKS While the files for the banks themselves are not included in the download, the metalsmith station is capable of making three fully functioning metal banks. ● Skyrim Metal Safe ● Skyrim Strongbox Safe ● Witcher Metal Safe  

SWORDS/DAGGER: Based off of Paladin's Dueling Swords, but heavily modified, new weapons are available for use by sims teen and older. All swords and the dagger may perform the following actions: ● Challenge: This action allows two sims to spar with swords. They will continue to do so until they reach motive failure, but the action can be interrupted at any time. ● Practice: This action allows a sim to practice their sword work and footing and thus gain mechanical (dexterity) skill. Note that the sword will “disappear” from where it has been placed with this action, representing a sim has it in use. ● Kill: This action allows the current selected sim to have a brief fight with another sim and the target sim will die at the end of the fight. Use with caution, death is always the outcome for the target sim. ● Grab: Standard Grab function that adds a sword into a sim’s inventory. It is enabled for visitors, as well as children. So deliveries can be made, or thievery can happen. The grab in non-autonomous however. All Swords use NixedSims Accessory Swords from her Training Dummies V3 set, and retain their original GUIDs. If you have these already in your game you can delete them from this set. Each Sword utilizes 5 packages. All swords share the FIGHT AREA package but must have their own Object, Accessory, and Actions Packages. Different swords cannot share the latter 3.

IDOLS: Models picked based on aspects they can represent rather than any real world religion. These objects are a combination of the available actions found on KevinHope's Cross and Rebecah's Bible. Each comes in gold/silver/bronze recolors. ● Azura ● Dibella ● Mara ● Meridia ● Mermaid ● Watcher

WASH BASINS: Two items for hygiene and cleanliness. The tub is enabled for pets, and the sink is a place anywhere style. ● Metal Washtub - Bathtub ● Basin Sink

ARMOR: These smithed items can be sold to a sim who can then use it for an actual clothing grant to their wardrobe. It is one time use, thus incentivising a smith to continue to make more. There are five levels of armor that require different base metals: Iron, Steel, Gold, Mithril, and Chain. Armors DO NOT come on prebuilt display racks. They float in the air and are meant to be slotted into a display.

STATIC/SLOTTED ITEMS COMPONENTS: Components are to be used as parts in the making of other items. They are purely deco and intended for sale or further refinement. ● Chain ● Nail Box ● Spigot ● Hoops ● Findings ● Horse Shoe Set ● Wooden Bits and Bobs

INVENTORY TOOLS: The metalsmith may craft any autonomous inventory tool from Sun&Moon sets. The versions of the auto tools included in this download are updated with restocking code ans should replace any previous versions in any set released thus far. *Not pictured: Shears

COOKWARE/KITCHEN UTENSIL SETS: A set of items that when opened places single items into a sim's inventory. These items are considered inventory tools for future stations, as well as decorative slotted items. ● Cookware Set Contains: Stock Pot, Gratin Pan, Pancake Frying Pan, Roasting Pan, Sauce Pan, Saute Pan, and Wok. ● Kitchen Utensil Set Contains: Spatula, Dipper, Slotted Dipper, Ladle, Large Fork, and Whisk.

TABLEWARE SET/PLACE SETTINGS: A set of flatware, charger, and drinking vessel to set upon your sims tables. Sims will place their bowl/plate on the charger and eat. Each set has an invisible recolor of the drinking vessel/flatware so that they can be hidden. With everything but the charger plate hidden, players can decorate around the plate using five different slots with tableware or items of their choosing. Comes in three styles; Lower Class, Middle Class, and Upper Class. Each set has a different drinking vessel and is made of a different metal.

CANDLE HOLDERS: A set of various candle holders with functional slots. ● Fancy Candlestick - Tall and Short ● Fancy Candelabrum ● Simple Candlestick ● Simple Candle Dish

BONUS ROUND ARMOR STANDS: You can’t have your armor just floating there in the air (unless it’s an enchanted shop of course) so you have to have something to put it on. Some basic wooden armor stands that are found in the catalog under Surfaces > Shelves. The Armor stand has two slots to pop in Armor of your choice and a sword of your choice. The Chainmail Shirt stand had one slot. CHAIN DISPLAY STAND: Can't have floating chains either, so store them here. Five slots for five lengths of chain. Can be found in the catalog under Surfaces > Shelves.

REFERENCE TOME: A handy dandy knowledge source to know how to craft various items. This will tell you what metals and how many of that metal you will need for each item. Can be found in Hobbies > Knowledge.

REPO FILES: This set is HEAVILY respositoried. A list of all main files follows:

● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_TablewareSet_LowerClass ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_TablewareSet_MiddleClass ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_TablewareSet_UpperClass ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_Cookware_StockPot ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_KitchenUtensil_Spatula ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_Findings ● Sun&Moon-Smithing_Product_Candlestick_Fancy_Tall

DUPLICATE FILES: All items from other creator’s sets have been renamed to match the file structure, and have been given additional restocking code or other minor updates. They retain their original GUIDs and should be removed in favor of these versions of files.

EXTRA CREDITS & THANKS: Nixedsims, Davina, Fire_flower, CelestialSpider, crowderhead (sims-historicalish),  Gayars, Ocelotekatl , mustluzcats, solfal, Paladin, Sunni, Mo70, Liz, Sherahbim, Inge, Cynnix, Maxis, Cassandre, Numenor, S99, Kate, TSM, TS3, Skyrim, The Nexus, DAZ3D, Unity.

[jmnjmnjmn]

Celebrity crush | part 2 | JK x Reader x RM mini series

Pairing: Namjoon x Celebrity!Reader x Jungkook

Key words: christmas, celebrity crush, singer, idol.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, jealousy, slight panic attack

Word count: around 9,000

Writing this was something... There will be a part 3, there simply has to be... Please let me know if you would like me to write to endings - one for each ship. It is a lot of work, but I am battling with myself about doing it anyway hehe. 

For a better read play yourselves those songs:

When I Fell In Love: this song is a loose translation of When I Fall In Love by Primary

Not Bothered: heavily inspired by It’s Okay If You Forget Me by Astrid S, but I imagine it sounding more positive and upbeat like Thank U, Next by Ariana Grande

Private lounge song: Spoil My Night by Post Malone

Inspo board

Masterlist

Namjoon exhaled deeply as the song blasting through his earbuds came to an abrupt end. He locked his phone and wrapped the cable around it before throwing it into the depths of his black backpack beneath his feet. He was in a car with Hoseok, driving home from a recording session.

“What is it?” He asked, glancing towards him. Namjoon looked at him cluelessly as the sound of his friend’s voice brought him back to earth.

“Huh?”

“You sighed so deeply.” He explained. “Something happened?” Namjoon smiled lightly and shook his head.

“No, it’s just- (Y/N) released a new song.” They both chuckled at the effect this girl had on him. “But- I mean- it’s a very dramatic one.” Namjoon added quickly as if he was justifying himself. “It talks very bluntly about ending a long term relationship and being more than okay with it.” Hoseok nodded with a suggestive grin. “It actually made me a little sad, but also… It got me thinking that…” Namjoon gave himself a couple of extra seconds before telling him what really was on his mind the whole time he was listening to (Y/N)’s new song. “She’s probably single right now.”

“Gosh, this is just too funny.” Hoseok shook his head, stopping at a red light. “You should ask Jungkook to give you her number.” Namjoon felt his cheeks going red almost instantly at the thought.

“No…” He murmured looking down at his lap. “Should I?”

“Yes!” Hoseok exclaimed. “It’s right there. Try or you’ll regret it.”

“Okay.” He nodded, trying to encourage himself. “I’ll ask Jungkook when we get home-”

“No, ask him right now!” Hoseok cut him off. “You’ll chicken out when we’re home.” He urged him, knowing Namjoon well enough to be sure that that’s exactly what would happen if he didn’t act right away. “Do it.” Namjoon took his phone out of his backpack and weighed it in his hand for a moment before unlocking it. He tapped on the KakaoTalk icon and drafted a long message to his group’s maknae. “Wait, what are you- just ask him! You don’t have to write an essay about why you want it. It’s not like he doesn’t know.” Hoseok laughed as he glanced at Namjoon’s screen where he already managed to type up a three paragraph text.

“Okay, okay.” Namjoon sighed, deleting the entirety of the message and replacing it with a greeting and a simple question. His stomach raised to his throat when he finally pressed the ‘sent’ arrow. As the lights changed from red to green Namjoon’s phone buzzed in his hand. “He sent it.” Hoseok smiled, patting his shoulder.

“You see? Wasn’t that hard.” Namjoon felt his head beginning to hurt as he realised what was supposed to come next.

“But�� What do I write to her now?” He asked, totally clueless.

In the meantime Jungkook was sitting on the couch in the BTS dorm trying to put a finger on how he was feeling and why. Namjoon just texted him asking for (Y/N) number and he sent it to him without hesitation, but as he did it he felt something. A bitter fiery feeling inside his chest that he couldn’t describe any other way. Before he could stop himself he already typed and sent another message to his group’s leader.

“Why though?” Namjoon viewed the message instantly and replied within seconds. “I want to congratulate her on the new single” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow, reading the words on the screen.

He quickly typed (Y/N)’s name into YouTube and opened the most recent video. Nodding he carefully eyed the dance choreography and couldn’t help himself reminiscing the time they danced together. He opened KakaoTalk again, but instead of answering Namjoon he scrolled down his chat list stopping at (Y/N)’s and his selfie she still had set up as her profile picture. Involuntarily he smiled to himself as he started typing.

-

“You have been chosen!” Taehyung’s loud cheers echoed down the empty hallways of the BigHit headquarters as he shook on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Seven of the boys were on their way to dance practice when their manager called them into his office for a quick chat. It ended up as more of an announcement than a conversation since all of them were in deep shock after hearing what he had to say.

“I just received a very interesting call.” Their manager started with a mischievous look on his face. “It was from overseas.” He continued with the same tone, wanting to keep them in suspense. “A proposition of collaboration with Jungkook from a very popular artist.” The boys looked at each other with cluelessness in their eyes. “It was (Y/N)’s manager.” He finally stated, not being able to withhold the information for any longer. Jungkook widened his eyes at him. “She’s going to be putting out a Christmas single this year and wants it to be in collaboration with you.” 

“Stop.” Jungkook told his friend off with a smile plastered on his face.

“It’s true you’re the one.” Hoseok chimed in. “She practiced with you, she asked for your number and now she wants you for the Christmas single.” He counted all their joint activities on his fingers.

“Such a popular guy. Jungkook’s in demand.” The group chattered teasingly.

“How do you do this, huh?” Taehyung asked, throwing his arm around Jungkook. His sweet smile quickly turned into a cheeky grin as he ruffled his hair. “You were just your charming self?” Jungkook laughed with the rest of the guys, as he felt his cheeks become hotter, minute by minute.

“I mean we talked. Once or twice.” He said, trying to sound nonchalant. Jimin raised his eyebrows at him.

“Once or twice?” Jungkook’s cheeks were visibly red by now.

“Twice.” He admitted happily. “Once in March and then she messaged me on my birthday, but I told you about that.” Jimin eyed his friends face with extreme interest.

“What did you talk about?” He pressed as they walked into the practice room.

“Well, first I congratulated her on the success of Not Bothered in March and we talked a bit and then she just wished me a happy birthday last week.”

“Gosh, I’m so jealous.” Namjoon whined, bending down to tie his shoes. He was the one that got the boys into (Y/N)’s music - or more accurately forced them to listen to it long enough they began to share his love for it as well. He was happy for Jungkook’s success, but he couldn’t help himself and felt a little bitter. “I mean a single with her is one thing, but birthday wishes..." He shook his head. ”That’s another level of familiarity."

“Your birthday’s in four days. Maybe she’ll message you too.” Seokjin joked, patting him on his shoulder comfortingly at which Namjoon chuckled.

“Doubtful.”

“Jungkook, ask (Y/N) to wish Namjoon a happy birthday.” Hoseok proposed with a laugh. “It would make his life.”

Tired after hours of going over different dance routines Jungkook lied down on the floor of the practice room panting. He brushed his hair back from his face. The hard feeling of the boards under his back got him thinking about the time he was teaching (Y/N) Boy With Luv choreography on the very same dance floor.

“Jungkook, your phone is buzzing.” Jimin called walking up to him with his phone in hand. He thanked him, grabbing the device. As his eyes met the bright screen he choked on his own tongue, earning a laugh from his friend. “Are you okay?” He asked, hitting his back with an open palm to help him catch his breath again.

“It’s (Y/N).” He finally croaked out. Jimin widened his eyes and squatted next to him.

“Guys, (Y/N) just messaged Jungkook.” He called out with excitement. “What did she say?” He urged him, looking over his shoulder onto his screen.

“Heard you said yes to my Christmas project.” Jungkook read aloud. “We’ll probably record in November. Can’t wait. Pink heart emoji.” With each word he read the boys made more and more comments regarding how lucky he was, how talented, how cool the whole experience was going to be and how happy they were for him. Even Namjoon, though still a little heart broken over (Y/N)’s choice, patted his shoulder with a sincere smile on his face. After a moment of staring at his telephone screen with disbelief Jungkook looked up to his hyungs from the ground. “What should I write back?”

From that moment on Jungkook and (Y/N) have been talking more frequently. It started quite professionally with her sending over information about the Christmas single and various samples of music and vocals. Within days though their conversations turned into long strings of messages with more of a personal note attached to them. Oftentimes when the members asked him what he was grinning about when staring down at his phone he would answer with a shrug, but after one more press he’d come clean, gloating about how funny or smart (Y/N) and showing them her messages.

“Saw you got nominated for BMA’s” Jungkook waited for the three moving dots to disappear before typing in an answer. Another bubble appeared on the screen and he smiled reading the simple message. “Congrats 💗”

“Thank you!! You too” (Y/N) immediately viewed his text. After less than two seconds another bubble from her came up on the bottom of Jungkook’s screen.

“💗” He smiled looking at the emoji she used with him so often. “We should meet when we’re all there. A little integration before we record next month 🎅” The smile on the boys face grew wider.

“Totally” He typed in quickly and chuckled at the answer she gave him.

“I’ll make sure my people set it up with your people 😉” He shook his head. She sounded so ridiculously famous.

“Can’t wait 😁” He typed back before locking his phone and reaching his hands up to touch his warmed up cheeks.

-

The black SUV slowly made its way down one of Los Angeles’s freeways. It was nearing two o’clock in the morning when it crossed the gates of a private estate in which (Y/N)’s house was located.

“Woah, this is crazy. Like from the movies.” The boys of BTS chattered between each other as they looked out the shaded windows of the car.

There were mansions left and right, long drive ways and high gates protecting whoever lived behind them. The car stopped and the driver rolled down his window. He said something to an intercom outside and the metal gate in front of the hood opened up, slowly revealing an insanely big house with a driveway the size of a whole parking lot, crowded with expensive vehicles. As the boys spilled out of the car a man dressed in all black approached their head staff member who just got out of the front seat. They chatted for a brief moment before he walked up to them rubbing his hands.

“You’re on your own now. We’ll head back to the hotel and pick you up when you call.” He explained with a thin smile. “Her security says she’s been informed of your arrival and that you should just go inside.” The boys looked at each other a little worried. Suddenly everything seemed so real and serious. “Go on. Have fun.” He encouraged them before getting back inside the company car.

“Ah, I’m nervous.” Jungkook sighed as the seven of them walked towards the front door of the house.

“Let’s be cool guys.” Namjoon said more to himself than his members. Inside he was trembling, but he desperately wanted to appear calm and collected in front of his celebrity crush. He took a deep breath before speaking up again. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s like an american movie.” Hoseok chuckled when another man dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt of the same colour opened the door for them.

All of their jaws dropped when they entered the house. The walls seemed to go up for an endless amount of space until they reached the ceiling. The hardwood floors were so shiny they wondered whether they should take their shoes off on entering.

“Where do we-” Jimin started, but lost his train of thought somewhere in the middle of the question.

“Let’s just… Follow the music?” Namjoon asked unsure. The rest of the group nodded in agreement, but before they took more than two steps forward a small figure appeared in one of the doorways of the fourier. She smiled brightly as she walked towards them dressed in her signature look, oversized dress and thigh high booties.

“Hi.” (Y/N) dragged the word as she made her way to the group of boys. “It’s so great to see you, you.” She grinned opening her arms out towards Jungkook. Namjoon felt his heart break into pieces as he saw the shine in her eyes when she looked at the youngest of them. “Hi. I’m so happy you’re all here. Hi.” She kept repeating as she greeted the rest of the boys with hugs as well.

“Your home is beautiful.” Namjoon jumped in with a praising tone.

“Thank you.” She said, bringing both her hands to her chest. “I literally got here like fifteen minutes before you guys. The traffic- the whole event- well, it was hectic to say the least.” She stumbled on her words with a chuckle as she led them down a beautifully decorated hallway. “Some people are already here.” She explained gesturing to the open living and dining space where about thirty or forty people were hanging out in small groups. “It’s more of a low key kind of thing. It’s no concert afterparty.” She giggled, referencing the last party they attended together. She finally stopped in an area with a huge kitchen with white cabinetry and marble countertops and turned to face them, a sweet smile on her face. “I hope it’s okay with you.” They all energetically nodded and chimed some words of agreement making (Y/N)’s smile even wider. “Well, make yourselves at home. There’s drink here and the food’s there. I have to go be with my girls right now, but let’s definitely catch up later.” She let her gaze rest on Jungkook for a particularly long while as she was speaking earning a nervous smile from him. After exchanging see-you-later’s she joined a group of girls on the outside terrace grabbing herself a glass of chilled champagne on the way.

For the next hour or so the boys mostly stuck to themselves. They chatted with some dancers, some music producers, some people of whose professions they never heard of before. 

“I’m kind of tired.” Taehyung told Jungkook and Namjoon as the clock hit three o’clock. They went to get drinks from the kitchen as the rest of the boys stayed outside by the pool. “Maybe we should go-” His proposition of leaving was cut off by some person’s loud shout.

“Yes! We wanna hear you sing!” A girl in a branded tracksuit exclaimed as (Y/N) laughed uncontrollably, sitting beside her on the big white couch. “Where’s the remote?” The girl dug up a TV remote from under the coffee table in front of her and turned the device on. After a couple of seconds she connected her phone to it and everyone gathered inside saw her look up ‘karaoke’ on YouTube.

“Oh my god, no.” (Y/N) chuckled covering her face. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You promised you’ll sing.” Her friend begged jokingly until she finally looked up at her.

“Okay.” She sighed. She got up looking around the room at all the familiar faces when her gaze stopped at the boy standing by the kitchen island. “Taehyung, want a repeat of last time?” Suddenly everyone was looking at Taehyung, standing with his friends and a glass of red wine in his hand. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “You pick the song?” (Y/N) proposed with a cheeky smile.

“Okay.” He finally answered and set his glass down on the kitchen counter to go join her in the living area. (Y/N) took out two hand mics from the cupboard under the TV set and handed him one.

“So, what will it be?” She looked at him sweetly.

Taehyung ended up choosing Ariana Grande’s No Tears Left To Cry. Their performance turned out flawless which got everyone pumped up and set the tone for the rest of the night. After the two handed their mics to the next tipsy person wanting to sing their heart out (Y/N) grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and pulled him to the side.

“I really enjoy singing with you.” She looked up at him. “I think we have great musical chemistry.”

“Me too.” He nodded as they walked towards the two guys he earlier left in the kitchen.

“Boys!” (Y/N) called out as she skipped over to them. “I realised I never gave you the tour of the place. You want to go see my studio?” Namjoon quickly swallowed his drink to explain her proposition to Jungkook and Taehyung, but it wasn’t necessary as they immediately agreed and nodded energetically. “Great, follow me.”

She walked them around a house with a drink in her hand telling them about the renovations she had to do in particular rooms. After about five or ten minutes of that they finally got to the studio she earlier mentioned. The space was big, combined of multiple rooms. One a recording booth with plush couches, another a writing room with expensive guitars on the walls, another a fully equipped dance studio and so on.

“And here is where we’ll be recording next month with JK.” She pointed to an empty side of the recording booth. “The equipment is being delivered.” She explained with a chuckle as the three seemed to look a little surprised.

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook smiled at her and she averted her eyes to the floor before continuing with the tour.

“And here is-”

“Your dance studio.” Jungkook interrupted her at which she looked up at him with a smile.

“Yeah.” 

“I recognise it from the photos.” They stood there for a moment just smiling at each other, before Taehyung chimed in.

“Photos?” He asked walking into the middle of the squicky clean dance floor.

“I sent him pictures from here once or twice.” (Y/N) explained and Taehyung hummed in understanding for which Namjoon was deeply thankful, because it masked the heavy sigh that just escaped his lips. “We should dance something.” (Y/N) suddenly proposed with excitement in her voice.

“You and me.” Jungkook exclaimed, matching her tone. The alcohol made the nervous feeling rising up in his chest disappear. “Boy With Luv.” (Y/N) laughed running towards a computer in the corner of the room to turn on the music.

“I hope I remember the moves.” She took positions with Jungkook by her side in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors as the music started to play. They barely got through the first verse when (Y/N) stopped. “I can’t dance in these shoes.” She laughed, taking off her high heeled boots and quickly meeting Jungkook in the next move of the routine.

Taehyung chuckled and clapped his hands, sitting on the ground in front of them, watching the performance when Namjoon leaned on the wall behind them, looking sadly at the scene unfolding before him. After the song ended the three of them started freestyling to (Y/N)’s spring single Not Bothered.

“I don't feel sorry for myself or care if you're holdin’ somebody else. No, I’m not bothered. Ain’t bothered.” Taehyung pulled Namjoon in to join them and even though he wasn’t really feeling it he decided to try and pull himself out of this slump. “I don't feel empty now that you're gone. Doesn’t mean you didn't mean nothing at all, but I won’t get jealous if you’re happy. No, I won’t. I’m not bothered. No, I ain't bothered." Somehow Jungkook knew the entire choreography to the song and joined (Y/N) in singing the lyrics of the song. “From everything to nothing at all. From every day to never at all. But I’m fine. I’m not bothered.” As the speakers went silent the four broke into laughter intermittened with slight panting from the sudden movements.

“What’s the story behind this one?” Namjoon asked as (Y/N) passed them a bottle of Fiji water each from the glass fridge by the wall. The atmosphere seemed to have shifted as soon as he asked the question, but it was too late to take it back. She took a big sip of her drink before answering with her signature sweet smile.

“It’s pretty self explanatory.” She chuckled finally.

“But did it really happen?” He pressed before he could stop himself and she exhaled a weak laugh as she looked him in the eye.

“I wouldn’t be calling out such specific events if they didn’t happen.” She explained as she stretched her arms over her head. Namjoon nodded, knowing that one more question would probably be considered as crossing the line so he decided upon a compliment.

“It’s really good.”

“Thanks. I like it too.” (Y/N) took another sip of her water before nodding to herself. “It’s my own little self love anthem,”

-

“AH!” Namjoon exclaimed, dropping an eggshell into the pan for the third time this morning.

“Jeez, what is it with you?” Yoongi looked up from his phone at him. Namjoon just sighed, leaving his question unanswered.

The truth was he was too ashamed to tell anybody why he was so on edge lately. He dug out the shell from the pan and stirred his eggs furiously as he started thinking about it again, ‘it’ meaning Jungkook and (Y/N). Yesterday morning he left for a three day stay in the States to record his Christmas single with her and it drove Namjoon insane. He imagined them having a blast singing the song and shooting the music video together, laughing about how stupid he is for liking (Y/N) when she’s so obviously into the youngest member. 

“She chose him.” He repeated in his head. “She chose him. Get over it, Joon.” He scraped the burned eggs from the pan onto a clean plate and stomped over to the kitchen table where Yoongi was sitting. “No wonder. He’s a better dancer and singer. He’s closer to her in age, he’s more confident.” He started spiraling into a pit of despair when Yoongi spoke up again.

“You’re taller though.” He said without even looking up at Namjoon from his phone.

“What?” He asked in shock. “Was I- did I say all that out loud?” He stammered in embarrassment. Yoongi just hummed as a response and Namjoon felt his face burning up. That’s it for keeping his jealousy a secret. “Can you not tell Jungkook about this?” Yoongi exhaled loudly, shaking his head.

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Thanks.” Namjoon answered, looking down at his failed attempt of scrambled eggs on the plate before him.

“But you should.” His friend added out of the blue. Namjoon looked at him with his eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

“What?”

“It’s obviously eating you up from inside that he’s spending time with (Y/N).” He explained, still scrolling through something on his phone. “You should talk to him about it or stop it altogether." Namjoon put down his fork with a sigh.

“How am I supposed to stop them?” He asked, hoping Yoongi had some brilliant idea ready for him.

“Not them, idiot.” He scolded him. He locked his phone and stuffed it in his jeans pocket as he stood up from the table. “Stop yourself from thinking about it. Make yourself get over it or something.”

“Oh.” Namjoon looked back down from his friend onto his plate. Though the sight of its contents deeply disgusted him he decided upon forcing himself to eat at least a bite or two. The jealousy that started raging in him as soon as Jungkook left for America made him unable to eat so when he finally felt hungry he wanted to stuff himself with something healthy. Hence the eggs.

“Honestly, Namjoon.” Yoongi’s voice was serious, almost as if he was warning him. “You have to do something about it. You’ll regret it if you won’t.”

As his friend closed his bedroom door behind him he left Namjoon all alone in the common space of the BTS dorm. He exhaled loudly, letting his shoulders relax and his arms fall down to his sides. (Y/N) seemed to have taken a sincere liking towards Jungkook and he couldn’t do anything about it. Not now at least. Now it was too late. He stirred his eggs lazily, feeling more hopeless than ever.

“Woah! I love it!” He heard Taehyung and Jimin chatter in the next room. “Send it to the group chat.” One of them exclaimed and within a second Namjoon’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and opened the message in the BTS group chat.

“A little teaser of the Christmas single.” The text beneath a video file forwarded by Jimin read. Namjoon pressed the white triangle in the middle of it and instantly regretted his decision. 

“When did I fall in love with you? When did I start opening up?” Jungkook’s flawless vocals filled his ears as he watched him sing, standing in the middle of (Y/N)’s home studio’s recording booth. “Without hiding, without me knowing when I fell in love. When I fell in love.”

“It’s supposed to be a Christmas single, not a Valentine's one.” He scoffed to himself, knowing that getting over his infatuation with (Y/N) was going to be a harder task than he initially thought.

“She’s going to start posting the official teasers next week, the lyric video will come out on the first and the music video on the fifth of December.” Jungkook babbled with excitement.

The seven of them were having dinner at the BigHit office as they were busy with preparing for their group’s winter comeback. Their youngest member has just yesterday come back from his trip visiting (Y/N) in her Los Angeles home where most of the recording for her Christmas single took place and was now telling his friends about every little detail of the whole experience.

“I can’t wait for the release of the video.” He smiled brightly as the rest of the boys congratulated him once again on getting such a great opportunity. Namjoon just hummed in agreement with them, because he couldn’t trust himself to sound sincere if he decided to speak up as well. “Also she’s going to be in Tokyo in mid December.” Namjoon knew (Y/N) was going to be in Asia next month for the four-week-long promotional tour of her new album, but still his ears perked up at the statement. “And she invited me to join her during the live show to perform When I Fell In Love. Our PD says I should do it.” He felt his spirit getting crushed as Jungkook finished his sentence and the rest of the group erupted in words of surprise and praise directed at the maknae.

Looking up from his plate Namjoon noticed Yoongi giving him a meaningful glare. He quickly averted his gaze as he felt his head getting hot at the memory of the conversation they had not so long ago. Yoongi couldn’t take looking at his friend in that state any longer and decided to take the matter into his own hands.

“Ah, Namjoon’s handling this so well. Isn't he?” He asked nonachalantly. Namjoon looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, you always had such a huge crush on (Y/N) and wanted to work with her so badly.” Hoseok quickly joined in.

“If I were you I would be fuming with jealousy." Yoongi added, playing his part perfectly.

“It must be so hard for you, hyung.” Taehyung jumped in, patting Namjoon on his shoulder to comfort him.

“I’m fine.” He answered half-heartedly. The simple phrase proved to be enough for the five of his friends, but in one of their minds doubts started growing.

Jungkook looked at his group's leader, his friend of so many years, with a puzzled expression. He was so focused on making a good impression on (Y/N), so nervous when they were together that he totally forgot about the fact that it was Namjoon’s idea to go to her concert in the first place. He wondered if he really meant what he just said, if he really was ‘fine’. After all (Y/N) was just his celebrity crush. Everyone has one. He didn’t really know her, at least not like Jungkook did. They talked and connected, it was different with her for him he thought. They spent an awful lot of time together when he came over to shoot and record with her for her Christmas single. The romantic nature of the music video and the lyrics made it even more clear for him that he in fact had feelings for her. It also ensured him that she felt something towards him too.

Jungkook breathed in sharply and took another bite of his meal trying to not overthink the situation. The possibility of both him and Namjoon liking the same girl made him uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to suppress his feelings because of that. He wasn’t a type to give up that easily.

-

(Y/N) sat in her dressing room looking in the mirror, watching herself become more and more perfect by the minute as her beauty team rushed around her, putting in her hair, finishing up her makeup.

“Three minutes.” Someone one the other side of the door called out.

For today's performance she was wearing the same outfit she had on in New York and Toronto, the same one she was going to wear in London and Moscow as well - a floor length, skin tight, white dress with long sleeves and a slit down the side. It was the look from the cover of her newest album, the one she was promoting with the four-week and five-shows-long tour.

“Two minutes.” Her new hair extensions were falling down her shoulders in long, lashcious cascades a couple of shades lighter than her natural colour.

“One.” (Y/N) tilted her head making them catch light and shine in the reflection.

“Show time.” She stood up from her chair  and walked out the door onto the backstage where she had to greet several people she never met before and thank them for coming to her show. In those moments she really wondered why she didn’t become an actress, faking smiles and deep interest in total strangers was practically second nature to her at this point.

After that little show was over she walked down the dimly lit hallway to meet with her friends and dancers hanging out in the private lounge. As she opened the door she noticed one person she wasn’t expecting to see.

“Jungkook?” She asked, eyeing the boy. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his dark hair styled to fall neatly over his forehead. He already met everyone present in the room when visiting her in Los Angeles to record the Christmas single. “How did you get in here?” He reached to the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a lineard with a plastic badge attached to it.

“I have uh- special pass.” (Y/N) smiled, opening her arms as she approached him. Jungkook mirrored her movements and they greeted each other with a hug and kiss on the cheek as they always did. “How are you?” He asked, letting go. (Y/N) looked around her friends' faces with a slight frown.

“Honestly, I’m a little nervous tonight.” She confessed, biting her lip and instantly scolding herself in her mind for it. She was wearing matte lipstick and didn’t want to go through another makeup touchup before the concert.

“Why? It’s going to be great. What is it? You’ll be fine.” They all spoke silmunaniously and she just chuckled, looking down to her feet.

She couldn’t tell them, or at least not all of them. Some of the people surrounding her right now - her closest friends, her dancers - knew why she felt the way she felt today, but some would be shocked if she revealed the whole story to them since she successfully kept it secret for so long. As she lifted her head back up she put on another one of those fake smiles and reassured everyone it must be just regular stage-fright, but in reality she was just profoundly sad.

Today was her ex-boyfriend’s birthday and although in just two months it would be a year since their break up she couldn’t stop herself and went to stalk his Instagram and Twitter profiles earlier in the day to see how he’s been celebrating. The fact that he wasn’t much of a public person and used his social media accounts mostly for liking others' posts made it so much harder for (Y/N) not to blow up when she noticed the black and white picture on his timeline.

“Spending my day with my boo 💑 ilysm” She shook her head at the memory of the simple caption underneath a picture of two people kissing in some restaurant’s booth. She hated herself for letting it influence her so strongly. She felt angry. She felt sad. She felt jealous, not necessarily of him, not really. At this point she was jealous of everyone who had a partner, everyone who could post pictures of them online without millions of hate comments appearing within seconds of posting it or without it hindering their public image, everyone who had the ability to call out ‘honey, I’m home’ when entering their house without lying.

(Y/N) sighed deeply trying to relieve some of the tension still pent up in her body despite being on stage for the past forty minutes. Having the setlist memorised she knew what song came next. The lights went dark for a moment before all the screens behind her back depicted falling snowflakes and snippets of the music video for When I Fell In Love. The audience cheered in excitement as (Y/N) took her position in the middle of the stage under the blinding spotlight and started singing the first verse.

“You and I. Did someone stop the time? ‘Cause it feels like I’m a child and you’re the presents underneath, underneath the Christmas tree.” Jungkook stood backstage, gripping his microphone tightly afraid it might slip through his sweaty fingers. He tapped his foot on the floor waiting for a sign from the sound guy to walk out on stage and join (Y/N) in the chorus. “Don’t know when, but at some point everything changed for me with you and I don’t know when looking at each other became this little habit of ours.” He felt a pat on his shoulder signaling it’s Jungkook’s queue. He breathed out and brought the microphone to his lips as he walked out on stage.

“When did I fall in love with you? When did I start opening up?” (Y/N) outstretched her hand towards him and he took it. “Without hiding, without me knowing when I fell in love. When I fell in love.” The two of them sang, still mirroring the scene from the music video streaming on the big screens behind them where they played two people realising they were in love on Christmas day.

A couple of songs later (Y/N) walked off stage for a sip of water before the encore. Her beauty team gathered around her tweaking individual hairs and straightening up her dress. The crowd outside roared as the first notes of Not Bothered played, the last number of the night.

“Fighting, (Y/N)!” She turned around, searching for the source of the encouraging words. After a couple of seconds of looking around she noticed Jungkook standing with a couple of people whose faces she didn’t recognise. He had both of his hands up with his thumbs and index fingers crossed, making two tiny hearts. (Y/N) smiled weakly at the sight and nodded his way. She was feeling everything but ready to perform this particular song, but still walked out in a confident strut, surrounded by her dancers.

“I’m sorry I need a moment. (Y/N) breathed out as she walked to her dressing room, her beauty team and assistant right behind her. “Alone.” She added and closed the door behind herself. She leaned on it and slid down to the ground with a muffled sob. After singing that song she felt far from Not Bothered. She hugged her legs to her chest, digging her nails into the soft material of her dress, trying to calm her breath down, but she couldn’t. She raised herself up and paced back and forth around the small room, covering her trembling lips with the palm of her hand. After some time she stopped, looking at herself in the mirror. “Stop it, stop it.” She whispered, shooting an angry glare at the reflection. She wiped her cheeks with her hands and breathed in shakily, walking to the door to let her team in. “I’ll be fine.” She stated at the sight of their worried faces. “I just need a makeup touch up.” 

-

“It’s official.” The sweet voice echoed through Namjoon’s ears. He looked up from his laptop in search of its source which he immediately noticed. “I’ll see ya’ll at Coachella.” Jungkook smiled fondly, looking down at his phone. “It’s official. I’ll see ya’ll at Coachella.” The voice said once again. The maknae tapped his phone’s screen twice, undoubtedly liking a video (Y/N) just posted on one of her social media accounts.

Before he could give it another thought Namjoon was already typing (Y/N)’s name into his computer’s search engine. He glanced over a couple of articles and pressed on the link taking him to her official site. 

“Delight World Tour” He read a title written in a thick font of the colour of baby pink. Mindlessly he scrolled down already scanning his screen in search of his city’s name. “Seoul, South Korea - 16th of June - Seoul Olympic Stadium.”

*click*

Namjoon’s head snapped back towards Jungkook. He stood by the living room window with his arm outstretched in front of him to take a selfie. He quickly brought the phone back down and started typing.

“Hyung, how do you say- how do you change the word ‘delight’ into a verb in English?” He asked looking up at him. Namjoon froze in place, wondering why Jungkook was asking about that particular word. He didn’t have to wonder for long. “I want to message (Y/N) about Coachella. You know she’s like a headliner or something? So far I wrote: How delightful. Is that okay? I wanted to do like a little word play with her album’s name since-” Namjoon slapped his laptop shut.

“Delightful is not a verb. It’s an adjective.” He cut him off. “And yes, it’s fine.” He added standing up from the couch and storming away to his room.

He threw his computer on the bed and shut the door behind himself with a loud thud. Right as he did that he sighed and quickly opened the door back up. Walking back to the living room he noticed confused Jungkook standing where he left him, looking down at his phone.

“I’m sorry.” Namjoon mumbled, scratching his forehead. This, though definitely late, was a perfect time to come clean to Jungkook and tell him how he really felt about whatever it was that was between him and (Y/N), but he opted for an excuse instead. “I’m just tired.” Jungkook muttered some words of understanding, but Namjoon couldn’t really hear much sincerity in them. All he could think about was his jealousy. “Are you going to be seeing (Y/N) when she comes to Seoul?” He asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

“Ah, she 's coming? When?” Namjoon had to use all his willpower not to roll his eyes at the boy.

“Yeah, in June. For the Delight tour.” Jungkook opened his eyes wider in realisation. He quickly unlocked his phone and started typing again.

“I guess I could ask her about it while I’m at it.” He said with his eyes glued to the tiny screen before him.

“While you’re at it…” Namjoon muttered under his breath and Jungkook hummed in question. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early for that?” He asked, hoping to plant a seed of uncertainty in his friend's mind.

“No, the sooner the better.” He chimed and looked at his group’s leader with a smile. “She says we should totally meet up.” Namjoon’s plan not only didn’t work, it totally backfired on him. He nodded and went back to his room, quietly locking the door this time.

-

The boys sat in one of those monthly meetings where their manager went over the whole schedule set for them for the next four weeks. Halfway through the hour-long sit down they were already feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of appearances and live shows they have to do only the following week. 

“And going into the second week of June, on sixteenth Jungkook’s attending Delight-” Namjoon involuntarily slapped both his hands on his thighs in sudden shock. “Namjoon?” The manager asked.

“Yeah- no- sorry, I- could- is- is Jungkook going alone?” He finally stuttered out. As he received an affirmative answer he opened his mouth again. “I- could- could I go as well?” He asked, feeling the blood rush to his face. The manager stalled for a moment before he finally let out a simple ‘yes’.

“JK and RM.” Jungkook chimed, raising his hand in a high five motion towards his friend as if they just landed a good deal together.

On the day of the concert both Namjoon and Jungkook woke up with big smiles on their faces. They both hummed to themselves while washing their teeth, their feet felt light walking on the ground and went through their day feeling somewhere close to invincible. It was almost funny. Especially, because the reason behind their positive attitude was also the same and that was (Y/N).

“You think she’ll have time for us before the show?” Namjoon asked, checking the time on his phone for the millionth time since they got in the company car.

“Ah, for sure. Last time we hung out in the private lounge for almost an hour with the dancers.” He answered nonchalantly. Namjoon looked out the window of the car at the long line of fans in front of the venue. He unconsciously sighed which didn’t go unnoticed by his friend sitting beside him in the backseat. “Just be cool.” Jungkook stated, glancing his way.

The youngest member of BTS walked the backstage like it was his own concert. He greeted people that worked the show, some dancers and some staff, he grabbed himself a bottle of water from a stand in the corridor. Namjoon just walked behind him, hoping his nervousness will magically evaporate once he sees (Y/N).

“JK!” Someone called as they passed by a half open double door. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and peaked his head inside the room.

“Hey!” He exclaimed and walked inside.

Namjoon took a breath before entering the room, unsure what he’ll be met with inside. When he crossed the doorway he noticed Jungkook side-hugging some guy in a baby pink sweatsuit with the name ‘Johnny’ embroidered over his heart.

“This is my friend from my group, RM.” Namjoon stepped forward ready to give the guy a hand shake, but he went in for the hug and kiss combo.

While his hyung was dealing with Johnny, (Y/N)’s close friend and one of her main dancers, Jungkook greeted other staff already gathered in the private lounge. He didn’t have time to introduce him to them though, because the star of the night, one and only (Y/N), showed up right after them.

“Hey!” She called out, dragging the last letter of the word.

She was dressed in the same outfit the rest of the dance crew was wearing, only she had her own name embroidered on the front of the baby pink sweatshirt. Her hair was down, falling over her shoulders in light waves that reached over her waist.

“The tag goes with your outfit.” She joked flicking the baby pink ‘VIP’ tag Jungkook had pinned to his shirt. He chuckled and she opened her arms to properly greet him with a hug, that in Namjoon’s mind lasted a tad bit too long. As they finally let go of each other (Y/N) turned to Namjoon with a smile just as sweet and sincere as the one she granted Jungkook with. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Namjoon answered smoothly, mentally high-fiving himself for coming up with that.

“Are you performing in this?” Jungkook asked, pulling on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, making Namjoon wonder if they ever partook in any more skinship than the hugs (Y/N) gave him.

“No.” (Y/N) chuckled, waving him off. They seemed to be so comfortable with each other, so innocent and cute.

“This is just for the backstage, silly.” Johnny explained and reached for (Y/N)’s pant leg. “It’s tear-off. Look.” He pulled on the material undoing a couple of the top buttons and almost giving both Jungkook and Namjoon heartattacks as a bit of (Y/N)’s upper thigh was revealed.

“Johnny!” She scolded him, slapping his hand away and pinning the pant leg closed again. “I’ve got like twenty minutes to spare before I have to go get changed into my real outfit-” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and shot Johnny a serious glare. “-and the same goes for the dance crew.” Johnny just chuckled.

The four made their way to the couches located in the center of the lounge and sat down for some conversation and chilling before the big show.

“How’s Korea treating you?” Namjoon asked as they made themselves comfortable on opposite couches.

“Honestly, it’s been lovely so far.” Johnny answered with a dreamy look in his eyes.

“I agree. Both this time and last time...  It was great.” (Y/N) added. “I wish we had more time to explore though.” Johnny hummed in agreement. “Like, for example last year the only time I spent not working and properly taking in the city was when I went out with you guys.”

“Ah, we should do that again then.” (Y/N) giggled sweetly at his blunt proposition.

-

“(Y/N), 5 minutes.” Her assistant said popping inside the lounge quickly.

“Already? Damn.” She answered in confusion. “Time passes fast in good company.”

“Thanks, sweetie.” Johnny answered her, even though she was looking towards Jungkook and Namjoon who sat on a couch opposite from the one they were sitting on.

“Go get ready, Johnny.” She shut him down with a smile as the four of them chuckled at his comment. “Cheer for me.” (Y/N) said sweetly to the two boys as she stood up.

“Of course!” “Fighting!” They said silmutaniously, bringing a wider smile to her face.

-

“What time is it?” Jungkook asked. With his feet up on the table and a bowl of some candy by his side he looked like he was just hanging out in his own living room when in fact he was a ‘VIP’ guest on the backstage of (Y/N)’s Seoul live show. “What time is it?” He repeated his question as Namjoon was too engulfed in watching (Y/N) perform one of her sexier songs on the big screen in front of them to hear him the first time.

“It’s-” Namjoon looked at his phone screen.”A little after eleven.”

“Before I walk off this stage I would like to take a moment and thank some people.” (Y/N)’s voice echoed from the stage and through the speakers in the lounge. She had both her hands on her chest right now in a gesture of gratitude. “Thank you to all of you that came out tonight. This show is for you and you only.”The gathered crowd started whistling and cheering loudly. “Thank you to all the dancers and the musicians that are on this stage tonight. This concert would be nothing without you.” She gestured around the stage behind her. “And one more to all of the people working their asses off behind this stage. A round of applause for them. Thank you guys. Thank you so much.” She started clapping together with her fans. “Thank you, all of you.” She turned to the audience again. “I love you so much. I love you. Thank you.” The audience was shouting and applauding loudly as (Y/N) raised the mic back up to her lips. “This song is for all the girls and boys who just got out of relationships and need some good lovin’. Come on!” She exclaimed right before the first notes of Not Bothered started playing.

-

Tonight (Y/N) was looking to get drunk, in a respectable kind of way a famous person can get drunk and not lose their reputation. She walked into the club reserved for her concert afterparty somewhere in downtown Seoul in an intimidating formation - with her dance crew besties to both her sides. Her white sneakers shined in the UV lights of the venue contrasting perfectly with the black branded sweatshirt dress she was wearing.

“Six bottles of champagne, please.” She said to the waiter as they walked to the private lounge reserved just for them. It was a spacious room with a black leather couch shaped like the letter ‘U’ and a heavy marble table in the middle. Above the back of the couch hung a big TV screen and across was a venetian mirror, making it so her and her friends could watch the dancing crowd while remaining invisible.

As the night progressed (Y/N)’s friends, dancers, staff, ‘VIP’ guests came and went from the private room while she stayed seated at the bottom of the ‘U’ shaped couch downing drink by drink.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” She murmured more to herself than anybody else as she stood up and walked out the soundproof door. “Sorry.” She mumbled, squeezing through the corridor full of people to make her way to one of the club’s the bathrooms.

“(Y/N).” She heard her name being called by a familiar voice. Looking over her shoulder she noticed Jungkook and Namjoon standing awkwardly with drinks in their hands. Right as she looked into the first boy’s eyes an idea popped into her head.

“Hey, come with me.” She said, walking up to them. “You won’t be needing this.” She took the plastic cups out of their hands and set them on the nearby table. “Come on.” She grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Don’t get lost.” She warned them and Jungkook grabbed Namjoon’s wrist as (Y/N) pulled him through the swarm of people.

In this weird snake-like formation they got to the top floor of the club where they could let go of each other and walk normally.

“This way.” She said chuckling and almost skipping as she led the two clueless boys to her private lounge. “Welcome to my little kingdom.” She said pushing the heavy door open and revealing a practically empty lounge. “Let’s drink together.” She plopped down on the couch. “Come on.” She encouraged the two as they shyly walked inside and took seats next to her.

It didn’t take much longer for (Y/N) to convince Namjoon and Jungkook to get pissed drunk with her. They started with ordering three half liter bottles of different flavoured soju, then came the bulgogi with tons of side dishes. After that they drank a whole bottle of pink champagne and ordered another serving of japchae, jajangmyeon and pepperoni pizza.

“I want to sing.” (Y/N) suddenly stated, her mouth full of delicious korean food she never ate before.

She stood up from the table and started meddling with the TV on the wall. After a couple of seconds of wrestling she had the remote in her hand. She sat on the counter of the table, her legs resting on the seat of the couch, eyes glued to the bright screen. She opened the YouTube app and typed in the title of one of her current favourite songs. As the music started playing slipped her sneakers off, still sitting on the table, body moving to the smooth beat.

“I don't have much to say, I'll be out front.” Jungkook pointed his arms towards (Y/N) and she stood up from the couch. “Won't you come spoil my night?” He joined in, standing up from his seat. “Feelings come into play-” She started walking towards the empty end of the ‘U’ shaped couch. “-and I'm thinkin' this happens every time.” She jumped down, joining the maknae in a purposeless dance, not caring that her white socks will turn black from the dirty dark carpeting by the end of the song.

They sang, danced, jumped around, twirled under each other’s arms, ran out of breath and laughed throughout the rest of the song. Tired from the sudden performance Jungkook fell back down on the couch, resting his head on the high headboard. (Y/N) slapped his shoulder so he moved to make space for her to sit next to him, Namjoon sitting across from them. 

Jungkook took notice of how close she was right at that moment. Their thighs touched, her shoulder brushed against his as she leaned over the table to get her drink. He looked down at the bare skin of her legs, then his gaze travelled up over the black crewneck to her neck and finally her lips.

“Is that lip gloss?” His lips moved before he could stop himself.

(Y/N) turned her face towards him, her long hair extensions slipped over her shoulder.

“What?” As she looked at him with utter confusion he thanked all gods as he realised he spoke in Korean.

“We should order some more pork!” He exclaimed, still in Korean and looked at Namjoon for translation.

“Uh- he wants to eat pork.” The older boy said eying his junior with suspicion. Did his ears fool him or did he just hear Jungkook ask (Y/N) about her lip gloss?

“Isn’t this pork?” She asked, gesturing with her drink to one of the dishes on the table.

“Ah, yes.” Jungkook chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his hair. “Silly me.” He grabbed his chopsticks and took a big bite of the remaining bulgogi.

Jungkook excused himself to the bathroom with a promise of bringing up at least one bottle of soju on his way back. Feeling his stomach turn from overeating and blurting out stupid comments he walked out onto the corridor and down the stairs to the bar.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from across the table. She rested her head in her hands, her eyelids fluttered open and closed slowly as if she was trying not to fall asleep. She looked stunning to him.

“(Y/N)...” He muttered, not entirely sure where this sentence would take him.

“RM.” She whispered back, batting her eyelashes and finally opening her eyes up to look straight at him. “What?” She leaned her head to one side.

“Go out with me.” He simply asked.

It wasn’t that alcohol gave him enough courage to actually say those words it was more that it made him care little enough to try and risk the possibility of getting rejected by his ultimate celebrity crush.

“Like on a date?” She asked unsure of what he meant.

Realising he had to explain himself to her suddenly brought him back to reality. What was he thinking? Asking her out? Asking her out?!

“No, like for dinner. T-to hang out.” He babbled scratching his head.

“Oh.” (Y/N) leaned back onto the headboard behind her. “Okay, sure.” The sweetness of her voice gave Namjoon enough of a nudge to look up at her again. “But I only have time in the late evening, like really late, ‘cause we’re doing some- I have a photoshoot for- and a- ah, whatever.” The amount of alcohol she consumed made it hard for her to form a proper sentence without going off topic. “I have work all day. I can see you in the evening.” Namjoon nodded with a faint smile making its way to his lips. “I’ll text you.” His agreeing answer was drowned by Jungkook’s loud exclamation as he stumbled back through the door.

“Look what I got!” He called with a laugh, raising up two bottles of cherry flavoured soju.

[caramelcal]

And yet, I still love you. [mgc]

DAY ONE OF MY 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE EXCITED

i wrote this fully and it deleted and i had to start over. what a great start lol

also you can thank my friend for the plot idea. legend :) so saucy 

“The worst part of all of this is that I still love you.’‘

You can find the completed 30 day prompt list here. ANYWAY, ON WITH THE FIC

Wedding bells had never been sourer. In fact, they hadn’t even been rung yet. It was the day before the wedding, and people were currently still scarce, and right now Daisy wanted to be too. In fact, all she wanted at this time was to be away from these people, especially the people that the event was for. She knew this was going to be the worst weekend of her life, no doubt about it.

Everyone who was there had smiles on their face that made Daisy believe that their mouths would split open. Some grins were so wide that they were borderline creepy, and people, overall, were buzzing with excitement. In fact, Daisy seemed to be the only one who wasn’t. Instead, she was trying her best just to survive the weekend without bursting into tears, which hadn’t been completely successful yet. In fact, she saw the venue and burst into tears in her car.

Her eyes were strained on them, seeing everyone that surrounded them bursting with happiness and giving them all their attention. Maybe it was selfish, but Daisy just wished someone would check up on her. They knew about her past with him, but none of them cared.

Be happy Daisy, stop being selfish.

Why don’t you want your sister to be happy?

Her sister stood tall, shoulders straight with that wide smile on her face. The one that made everyone swoon, the one that won him over. Her perfect hair fell over her shoulder, clothes without a single crease, makeup was flawlessly done. Yet, Daisy couldn’t find herself to be happy for the couple, not after everything, even if it was her own sister.

It was the first time that Daisy had laid eyes on him since he left her there, alone, in the street. It was pouring, wind soaring harshly through the air and hitting Daisy in the face, just like his words had done only seconds before. He left her there, screaming, crying, sobbing, wailing. She remembered falling to the ground, clothes soaked from the puddles beneath her but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything anymore.

She had lost him; the one thing she felt security with. A neighbor had pulled her off of the road so that she didn’t get run down but Daisy couldn’t even find it in herself to care. That pain had been hidden deep beneath the surface, it had taken her months but she had managed to suppress it nonetheless, but the news of their engagement, only brought back those feelings.

Her ex-boyfriend was getting engaged to her sister. Her oh-so-perfect sister, the favorite child, cousin, friend.

He was so different now, even if it had only been nine months. They didn’t take long to plan their wedding, it happens only three months after their announcement. He has blonde hair now, his once colorful and youthful hair he sported now replaced. Amber had always liked everything proper; professional. The goofy and fun grin he had worn was gone now too, replaced with a slight upturn on his lips. His tattoos are hidden beneath the button-up he wore, something that Michael had professed his hatred for in the past to Daisy.

That wasn’t the only thing he lied about hating.

She should have seen it coming. Her sister was successful, high up in the production industry with a lot of good connections. She had a good social life and a good face to match. Daisy couldn’t compete, she never was able to, especially not with her bottom-chain journalism job and three friends to her name.

The feelings don’t go away and with each passing moment, Daisy wants to be swallowed whole by the ground beneath her and to never resurface. Yet, it only gets worse when green eyes meet onto his.

She walks out of the room, but he’s quick to follow.

What is it with him and trying to make things worse for her? Is he trying to make her cry? It’s surely what she feels like when he grabs her wrist, yanking her back lightly so she can’t continue forward on her journey to go as far away as possible. Her breathing feels restricted and she freezes in her place, scared to even breathe out from where she’s stood.

Her back is still turned to him, but she knows exactly who it is. His touch still feels electric to her, despite all the pain he’s caused, and he smells exactly the same, only...classier. She’s scared to even entertain the thought but when she smells him she knows exactly what she thinks. Home.

“Daisy,” The sound of her name coming from his tongue almost sets her on a downward spiral as she slowly turns around, yanking her wrist away from him. His voice, although soft, isn’t from guilt, from cheating on her, from all the pain. No. It’s pity.

“Michael,” Her voice almost breaks when she talks, looking up at the familiar eyes of someone she had previously believed to be her soulmate. It brings back so much emotion for her, and she knows he can see it. He’s always been able to read her well.

“Listen, I’m getting married tomorrow,” He starts and all Daisy can think is ‘thanks for the reminder, dickhead’, “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I wanna start over when we become brother and sister-in-law.”

“Wrong foot?”

When Daisy repeated the words that came out of Michael’s mouth, Michael involuntarily cringed slightly. He knew it was more than that, and from the bitterness in her tone, he knew she wasn’t happy with the words either, “Okay maybe that was the wrong choice of words-”

“No Michael, you can’t sit there and act as if I’m holding a petty grudge against you,” Daisy’s finger jabbed into Michael’s chest harshly, but he didn’t budge. He knew she was angry, staring at her as she spoke with anger burning in her green eyes, “You cheated on me with my fucking sister.”

Michael winced, “Daisy, listen-”

“Mike, darling?” A soft voice cut Michael off this time, instead of Daisy’s clipped and cold one. Both of them turned their head to see that Michael’s mother had peaked her head around the corner, “They’re ready to order another round of drinks.”

The woman hadn’t seen Daisy yet, Michael’s large figure covering her completely from view from the woman until she came closer. Her eyebrows were knitted together, seeing the guilty and tense expression that Michael held on his face. She had put up with Michael for twenty-odd years, she knew how to read her son well.

Swallowing thickly, her eyes catch onto the smaller frame behind him, green eyes raw with tears, making her frown. The woman doesn’t even speak, giving her son a curt nod as she joins gazes with him once again before sauntering back around the corner and down the corridor to join everyone else.

“I trusted you,” Daisy’s heartbroken hushed whisper sounds as soon as his mom turns the corner, causing Michael to whip around to face her again, “I ranted to you, I told you how I felt bad compared to her. She was always the favorite, praised like a god and you were the one person that I could go to and feel like I was enough. You comforted me and told me she was a stuck-up bitch. But what were you doing? You were fucking her when I wasn’t there. In our bed no less so don’t go telling me we got off on a bad foot-”

“Daisy lets go somewhere more private-”

He didn’t want people to hear, that much was obvious. Maybe he was ashamed for what he had done for her, wanted to keep it secret for that reason. Or maybe he was trying to protect his own reputation; his and his fiancés. He didn’t want to break the perfect couple façade that the two had going on. Reaching out for the smaller girl, he goes to guide her further away from the function, but as soon as his fingers grazed her arm she harshly yanked her hand away. It was as if his touch burned her skin as if he was repulsive to her. Her green eyes glared at him with such thick anger that it made him sad, he truly had fucked her over and he knew that.

“So no one can hear?” A bitter laugh escapes her lips, “They don’t care about me, no one here does. ‘Be happy for your sister, Daisy. Don’t be selfish’ where was that energy when she fucked my boyfriend?”

“People here care about you, Daisy.”

“Like who, Michael? Who?

“Me.”

Another humorless laugh escapes the girl’s lips, and she barely ever realizes the tears silently escaping her cloudy eyes, “You don’t hurt people you care about, Michael. And you certainly don’t cheat on them with their siblings.”

Silence surrounded them. He couldn’t explain himself. He loved daisy, truly, with every fiber of his being but Amber was better for his reputation, she knew top producers, people that could get him and the boys good deals. Was that really worth giving Daisy up for? For a chance of fame and success?

“You know she had everything,” Daisy started bitterly, catching onto Michael’s eyes once more, “You were the one thing, the one thing I had that she didn’t. But I didn’t even have you.”

Her voice ended off into a whisper, almost to stop her from completely breaking down and keeping that tiny piece of dignity that she had left. He knew exactly how she felt, he remembered him crying to her, asking why she wasn’t good enough for anyone. He remembered her crying, asking why her parents -and the rest of her family- loved Amber more than her.

He had tried to dismiss the thought that they loved one child any less than the other but when he was introduced to the family as Amber’s boyfriend instead of Daisy’s, he experienced it first hand. It was sickening, how much more they cared for him when he was Amber’s boyfriend, even after they knew everything the two had done behind Daisy’s back. She didn’t deserve that.

Bitterly, she laughed once more, head ducked to the ground and hands still curled into fists limply at her sides. Her head softly hit against the wall, forehead leaning against it with her eyes scrunched closed, “and the worst part of this is that I still love you.”

He barely heard it, a self-deprecating murmur leaving her lips but he did. His eyes widened, and something inside him seemed to snap as he stomped over to him, despite only being a few steps away. Forcefully, he took her head in his hands, fingers underneath her chin, and pointing it up to his face.

And then he kissed her.

It looked like they’d be in for a hell of a weekend.

[curvingsunsets]

Lost Your Sunshine

Luke X Reader (sorta?)

Summary: Everything was perfect. Then you lost your sunshine. 

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Angst, things of that nature. Highly unedited and written in a fit of sadness. 

A/N: Based off the Lizzy McAlpine song “Honeydew” I honestly might delete this in the morning.

Wait for me when I go

Live in color but don't forget my aching soul

I can see the blue moon

Late at night I wonder if you see it too

He’d bought you these silly necklaces. He had the moon while he let you have the sin, since he was always your sunshine to your moonlight. The necklace had always reminded you that he was with you no matter what would happen. And he would always prove to you how bright and colorful he was. Through a sappy chorus or a heartfelt verse, he proved that you were one of the most important people in his life.

But all too suddenly, you lost the sunshine. I feel lost without you Maybe you do too I feel like I'm no one Maybe I'm like you Faith and honeydew

Ever since he bumped into you at the music store, you were inseparable. You were with him always. And when he ran away from home, you were his first destination. You were his shoulder to cry on.  And he was yours. There was nothing one of you could hide from the other. You were each the constant reminder that life was real and completely worth living.

But, then you lost your shoulder to cry on.

I'm alone and you're not here

You can't run to me and comfort all my fears

Maybe that's a good thing though

Not dependent on someone else to help me grow

It was a silly fight. All over something you would have kept to yourself. Yet, you remembered that it was impossible to keep a secret with him. So, you said it aloud, watching his face scrunch into disappointment. You regretted every word that left your mouth after that. You watched him as he ran onto the stage and sang his music as if it was the last time he would ever be able to sing again.

What you both didn’t know was the fact that it was.

I feel lost without you

Maybe you do too

I'm so much like you

You hadn’t felt this distanced from him in a long time. When he walked out with the boys, something in your stomach twisted. You knew something was up, but you blamed it on the fact that you had been angry with yourself. You stood by as they talked to the beautiful girl behind the counter, a feeling of fear washing over you as the backstage door swung open, the three teens leaving the building.

I don't know how to get through this

I don't know what to do

Maybe if all these mountains drifted to you

The only thing you can hear is the heartbeat thumping in  your chest and the stray rocks on the pavement crunch beneath your feet. You feel everything happening around you, yet you still feel numb. You don’t want it to be true. And as you approach the scene of flashing lights, your chest tightens. You grip the charm that hung from your neck and tried to hold back the tears that fill your eyes, threatening to spill over and prove that this was actually true.

And then the rush of wind tells you to let it out. And your knees give out. And you’re kneeling on the ground, hard sobs raking through your body. You look up for a moment and in an instant, regret replaces everything. He’s on a gurney, head lolling to the side slightly as they lift him into the truck.

And you lost your sunshine.

Do you know if the sky is falling?

Do you know when it hits?

And all these mountains fall before their names hit your lips

Bobby was the one who got the phone call. You watched his facial expressions change, and when his eyes met yours, you broke down again. The world decided to crumble around you. No words were exchanged as you practically fell into Bobby’s arms, but it wasn’t the same. He tried his best to pick up the pieces, but he couldn’t stop everything from falling.

Our love cannot grow when it's suffocated

Not right now, but we both know, time will mend the craters

I tell myself that I don't mind this space but

Inside this face I'm

Lost

Your sunshine had suddenly disappeared, and it wasn’t temporary. No more late night visits, or calls out of the blue. It was just you. And you’re completely lost. Lost without the music. Lost without the boy you had accidentally fallen in love with even though you only knew him for a few months. Lost without the proof that living life to its fullest extent was what truly mattered.

Yet something inside of you knew that this is not what he would want you to do. He would want you to remember the good times and keep living. He wants you to keep that sunshine. And you would try. You would try to keep your head up as you spoke to Mitch and Emily. And you would continue to keep it up for the years to come.

I feel like I'm no one

Maybe I'm like you

Faith and honeydew

It felt empty. You’d lost a piece of yourself when he’d gone. Yet you had proven to yourself that you could move on. And it was always odd how you could always catch glimpses of him wherever life wanted to take you. Maybe he was there leading the way, maybe he wasn’t. You’d never know.

~~~~~

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[rouiyan]

request : "May I request a first date with jisung? probably a picnic date or something where he and y/n are very shy around each other and they laugh about it at the end of the day"

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐬 — jisung x (gender neutral) reader ✧ established relaitonship, (narration only) ✧ word count : 1.3k ✧ disclaimers : none!

synopsis: pretty flowers, green grapes, a cute boy, etc.

✧ author’s note — it's most likely you don't know but i wrote this request already and tumblr deleted the shit out of it. initially, i was not intending to rewrite it but every time i thought about it, i felt so bad for the anon who requested and i just had to redo it, and better too. so here's me, three hours later and 700 more words than the original, presenting to you this piece, again.

brash cotton cloth rumples between your toes, the yellow-white checker laundered and yet to be stained. it’s been awhile since jisung’s had you all to himself and he must admit, things are different when it’s just you and him.

between your schooling and his job, there isn’t much room for dates, per se, perhaps the occasional study session with him peering over your shoulder or a visit to the practice rooms that has you huddling by the speakers while the mirrors fog up with his sweat. through your months of being by his side, this might as well be considered your first date. and even the prospect of that is enough to allude you into a state of lightheadedness.

you want to thank him though, for his hand light on your forearm two nights prior, eyes mindful and tender as he’d asked you if you’d like to accompany him on a picnic, his phone screen aiding his request with a photo of the very fields, now in front of you, pulled up. he would like to thank you as well, for the endearing smile that dawned upon your features and the soft nod you gave in response, a kiss to the cheek to follow.

the sun hovers just shy of the horizon when jisung, fingers nimble, plucks a green grape from its entanglements and holds it out before your mouth. you let him feed you. both of your sights are held up ahead rather than at each other, and you'd say that it's because of the quaint landscape, though truthfully, meeting his eyes with your own would perhaps send you into cardiac arrest. 

your fingers trace the grass that peers the edges of the blanket, the grass that courses past your fingers, to and fro the fringes of the valley. they billow a muddy green in the balmy wind and the flowers that dare disrupt their passage bloom a soft pink both in the distance and by your feet. your boyfriend hums softly to the music in the background, neither of you are all that wary of each other but you smile softly as the wind begins to pick up ever so slightly and at how he gives a soundless yelp at the paper bag that nearly escapes the clasps of his hands. 

you're still nibbling at the grape as you turn to him, setting yourself upright on your knees. jisung folds the paper bag at its creases and sets it aside, his eyes now on you. his disposition bespeaks apprehension and you let out a giggle, brushing a blade of grass from his bangs and smoothing out the hair underneath with gentle hands. to say he's simply blushing would prove verily inaccurate. his cheeks burn, they sear, they simply wilt at your touch. your fingers soft on his cheeks, fondling his ears, nubbing the scruff of his neck as he looks up at you, his countenance emitting rays of affection that outshine the sun. 

jisung's heart never does cease its rampage in his chest, not for a second, but he overcomes it or becomes accustomed to it well enough, going so far as wrapping his arms around your thighs, tugging you into him as his head dips the fabric of your torso. you let him nuzzle into you until you can feel the hotness of his breaths and the palpitations of his heart, the very palpitations that mirror your own, anything but steady. 

it's confounding, the way you love him. inexplicable in the sense that you feel most at home when he is by your side, that you can list, with full conviction, how his favorite color has changed over the years, that you can estimate the length of his pinkie without looking, without measuring, and that only you know the intricacies of his heart, his mind, his soul. you hold the ability to draw a map of him, if such occurrence is ever needed, and trace his emotions from the moment he wakes until his yawns of sleep permeate the same wakefulness. your love for him is inexplicable in the sense that even then, even when you know him like, not the back of your hand but rather your palm, a little day trip of a picnic is all it takes to revert you until deemed demure.

but one look into his eyes and you know the same could be said for him.

jisung places a quick kiss to your tummy before getting on his knees himself to tidy away the remains of your overdue lunch, flowered dishes and matching glassware clinking against each other as the wickered basket grows heavier by the second. you wish the sun wouldn't be so eager to set, you've always loved the warmth his eyes gave in the reflection of the waning light. dusting the stray grass from your reddened knees, you stand, taking the blanket with you and folding it in half, then quarters, and making your way over to your boyfriend to sling it from the handle of the basket. 

he takes your hand in his as the two of you make your way down the trodden and soiled path, back to the main street, the bus stop, where car honks and whizzing motorcycles are quick to replace the song of birds and the whistle of wind. though its sound does not, the bitter lash of the wind persists and jisung tugs the picnic blanket from its hold and drapes the unsullied side face down on your shoulders, his unoccupied arm thrown around your figure to keep it in place, to keep you by his side, to keep you close.

in a few minutes, the bus will arrive, and jisung will smile to himself as he watches your nose wrinkle at the fumes it excretes, a hand coming up to fan away the fetid odor. moments after that, the automated door will breach open and jisung, an arm around you and an arm hoisting the basket's weight, will awkwardly step up into the bus sideways, eliciting a laugh from you. some more minutes after, the laugh will have turned into light conversation as you recollect how jisung had spilled half a carton of apple juice, how he'd forgotten to bring napkins, how the wind had blown your carefully styled hair until all the work that had gone into it reckoned disheveled and in vain. within the next thirty minutes, you will have fallen asleep on his shoulder, head bobbing in tune with every speed bump and break at a stoplight. a little under an hour from now, when you wake from your boyfriend's incessant rambling about how you'd arrived at your destination, the air that the two of you breathe will no longer be withheld by prolonged silences and ungainly stares and instead the usual, comforting ambience.  

but for now, jisung's arm stays tight around your frame, to keep you by his side, to keep you close.

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — i kept the end as similarly as i could to the original because i loved how it came out in conjunction with the title. if you are reading this for the first time, i'll have you know that i was absolutely livid while rewriting it, like at every single typo i made i was ready to obliterate the keyboard entirely. feels better after finishing it up though and a big fat apology to the anon, but i hope that this makes up for it. i love you to bits and pieces <3]

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

I would like to hear your Zowens headcanons and I will in turn share a few of mine with you.

WHEEEEEE

Ok, so I posted a list a couple weeks back that contained most of mine but I have added a few more in here in the meantime.

So, combined from that list and the new one, here goes...

Headcanons behind cut.

it’s a fine line between love and hate and they’ve been tap dancing on that line for so long it’s been trampled to oblivion

Kevin likes to think he doesn't need Sami in his life and that he would be just fine without him. He especially likes to forcefully repress all memories of the time between Sami's call-up and his own when he was proven painfully wrong.

Sami is loyal to a bloody fault and it’s why he keeps coming back for more.

Kevin is a huge grump. He has always been a grump and he will always be a grump even when he's trying to be nice. The only time he isn’t a grump is when Sami manages to chip away at his shell long enough to let Kev’s heart pour out and, when it does, it only pours out onto Sami.

The exception to this rule is when his heart is pouring out about Sami which is what led to heartfelt promos about missing his best friend and regretting his life choices.

As mithen put it, “Unbridled Obsession”. Fight Forever is in reference to exclusively THEM. Nobody else has or will ever matter.

The sheer magnitude of cosmic OOMPH surrounding them… I once described them as “A yin and yang yo-yo, spinning around each other endlessly while oscillating back and forth between friend and foe and being controlled by the red string of fate.”

Kevin struggles endlessly with his feelings about Sami. His brain and his heart can never seem to agree on where they stand but, in the end, his heart always wins be it for better or worse.

Meanwhile, Sami figured this shit out ages ago and lives in eternal wait for his better half to get it together. This is, again, why he always comes back.

The reason Sami has it figured out was because, despite his better judgement, he fell in love with Kevin almost immediately and decided he would wait as long as it took for Kevin to come around. He's still waiting and, even with his recent turn for the crazy, there's a part of him that he's tried so damn hard to destroy (and failed) that's still waiting.

However, despite figuring out his own feelings and wanting Kevin to reciprocate, Sami is damn near clueless when it comes to receiving the signals from Kevin about it. When the day comes that Sami figures out that Kevin does indeed love him back it will have involved a bullhorn, three billboards, half a dozen hallmark cards, a shouting match, bite marks, a punch in the face, copious amounts of aggressive kissing, and possibly a marriage proposal.

If cheap motel rooms had mouths, our guys would have filed a TON of NDAs by this point. What happens on the road, stays on the road.

That said, if said walls did have mouths and word got out, both Sami and Kevin would claim it meant nothing and was just a product of too much free testosterone and adrenaline in a small space (with only one bed).

They would both be lying.

You always hurt the one you love. [gestures at that recent backstage photograph of Sami’s back]

“I Love You” has no meaning at this point. They’ve said it so many times it’s just part of the script. “J'taime” on the other hand...

The aggressive cheek kissing was a compromise with Vince that replaced Kevin's desired lip locking. Little does Vince know that lip locking is second on their list of "romantic gestures" and that touching foreheads is infinitely more intimate to them.

On a related note, It’s not biting it’s a possessive kiss with teeth and it's number three on the list.

Kevin, for all his grumpiness, looks like an angel while he sleeps.

Sami, meanwhile, looks like an idiot and Kevin finds it both endearing and hilarious and has a ton of photos on his phone which he’s assured Sami he’s deleted (but hasn’t).

The shared selfies we've seen of Happy!Keven and Confused!Sami are just a small sample of the ones he's taken. It's one of Kevin's favorite pastimes to snap photos of Sami off guard and it pisses Sami off to no end. (Kevin doesn't care, he still has them all saved multiple places on his phone and cloud storage, to prevent Sami from breaking into his phone and deleting them.)

Speaking of breaking into phones, they've both given up on device security between the two of them. It doesn't matter what they change their passwords or swipe-locks to, they know each other too damn well for it to work. They've just come to an agreement to respect each others stuff as much as possible.

"As much as possible" does not include refraining from going on each other's social media accounts and going on blocking sprees.

Kevin did indeed stun L*gan P*ul because he hurt Sami and would do so again a million times if he had the chance. Nobody does that to Sami Zayn.

Nobody except Kevin Owens, of course.

Both men have foul mouths but for Kevin, it’s just words. He weaves cuss words in and out of his sentences like friggin punctuation marks. The only time they mean anything is when he gets into the sacre.

Sami, meanwhile, tends to go more for exclamations. He doesn’t pepper his speech with swearwords but, when he’s excited, he’ll go for the biguns in a heartbeat (see his MFER cry over his IC Title Win)

Sami has a penchant for petnames and nicknames. He's been known to full-name Kevin when he's pissed and when he is most angry, he doesn't bother using a name at all. Meanwhile, When Kevin is feeling kind towards Sami, he has a similar thing going on but it usually just involves spewing insults (that may or may not be meant affectionately).

Re: Above - “Idiot (affectionate)”, “Shithead (romantic)”, “Dumbass (soulmate)” and so on.

Kevin Owens has learned to appreciate a good Gyro for the sole purpose that it’s about the only thing he can stand on the menu of the Greek Cafés Sami always used to drag him too.

Kevin is a burger addict. One of the easiest ways to gain his affection is gifting him with a perfectly cooked bacon cheesburger.

One time, one dark, DARK day, he let Sami get the food from the burger joint. He was horrified to discover (immediately, upon the first bite) that Sami had gotten him an impossible burger to try and convince him they tasted the same. Kevin was not happy at ALL and Sami was forced to clean up the mess in the car while Kevin went and got a real cheesburger.

One of the biggest reasons they have remained close for so long is that, long ago, they both decided that the car radio remains OFF. Anything else leads to screaming matches and possibly auto accidents.

If those ridiculous Hallmark movies my mom watches are correct and there is such a thing as a Godwink, then the Montreal Screwjob was God winking so damn hard he nearly blinded himself in one eye.

Kevin secretly loves both Sami’s long hair and his dancing but the world will end before he ever admits either.

Similarly, Sami finds it adorable how Kevin's beard is starting to turn grey but knows better than to say word one about it.

Both men are bi but Kevin is way, WAY more bi than Sami. Like, Sami is straight with a side of Kevinsexual. Kevin is much more… open in his attractions; his heart belongs to Sami but he has never been afraid to mess around with other men as well.

Due to Sami's otherwise straight nature, he's managed to do a really good job lately of convincing himself that he never cared about Kevin in the first place and that his hatred is well placed... you know, like a liar.

Kevin Owens Steen is too violent for his own good. Violence is his primary means of communication and it's how he expresses himself in all things. This is a big reason that he is so hurtful towards Sami, even when he is trying to help him. He doesn't know anything else. There is a reason so many of his kisses come with teeth (as mentioned above).

This is also why... um... er... in the times where they did hook up, Kevin was the one in control. He would never willingly let Sami pin him in the ring why the hell would he let Sami pin him... uh... elsewhere.

That said, if there were anyone who Kevin would be open to a change in position with, it would be Sami. As long as Sami knows full well who's driving the car, Kevin's up for relinquishing control of the radio for a night.

Overall, Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn are both the best and worst things to happen to each other. The best because, for better or for worse, they drive each other to put their all in everything. They bring out the star in each other time and time again and neither one of them would have ever made it to the stage without the other.

They are the worst thing to happen to each other because... well, have you MET them? Enough said.

Sorry this list is so long. I have a ton of thoughts about these two and if I don't wrap this up now, the list will only get longer.

[viking-raider]

Before You Go *Song Fic*

Summary: You break up with Henry and realize how stupid you were.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,053

Rating: G - Angst, Fluff, Heartbreak, Making up

Inspiration: Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi (x)

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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I fell by the wayside like everyone else

You should have known, it wouldn't have worked out. You knew, about his track record with relationships, nothing bad, on his part at least, but many of them hardly lasted a year. Yours with him last just over a year, before it became too much. You and Henry spent more time arguing about things, than actually being boyfriend and girlfriend. So, you broke it off with him.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself

You had tried to convince yourself that you hated him, it felt like he had ripped your heart out, but you were the one that broke up with him, you were the one that ripped his heart out, he begged you not to break up with him, that he'd do whatever it took to keep you, but you didn't.

Our every moment, I start to replace

'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

Once you moved out of his place, you started over, you didn't take anything that made you think of him, which was ninety percent of everything you owned. You spent so much time mourning those things though, at least they would have been a distraction from all the imaginary conversations you had with Henry in your head, or out loud, in the middle of the night, in the dark bedroom in your flat, laying in your ice-cold bed, without the heat of his body against yours. All the words you wish you had said to him, the ones you needed to say and get off your chest, but it was too late now.

When you hurt under the surface

Both of you were putting up a fake front in front of everyone, family, friends, fans and co-workers. Brushing off their repeated tries to ask if you were all right.

“No, I'm over him. I've moved on, I went out on a date with someone last night!” You told one of your co-workers, two months after the break-up, which was a total lie; the only date you had the night before, was with a bottle of wine, on your couch, watching sappy Romance movies, where the couple always got back together, in the end.

“I'm fine, I'm respecting her decision and I'll work through it.” Henry told his brother as they talked on the phone, for the millionth time

Like troubled water running cold

Neither of you could function properly, without the other.

Well, time can heal, but this won't

It had been six months, You and Henry still hadn't gotten over each other. So many nights spent typing out mile long text messages, apologizing for breaking up or begging to be taken back, before deleting them. Close calls, dialing the other's phone number, while going on a serious pub crawl with friends. Time was not making it easier to get over the relationship, it was only making the pain worse.

Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?

The first text sent between the two of you in the dark and lonely months apart. Sent at three in the morning, after laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with his thumb poised over the send button, before finally managing it, and almost crying, when he saw the notification that you had read it two minutes later; laying awake, doing the same thing he was, but, you left him on read, as you cried yourself to sleep.

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather

Almost a year after the break-up, you learned Henry had been struggling with an issue, that you had no idea about, and it crushed you. You had broken up with him at the height of his struggle with it. You had been so selfish and didn't know his struggle, and left him cold and unsupported, in the middle of it.

Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?

You asked him, as soon as he opened the door of the mews, tears already in your eyes, realizing how, absolutely stupid, you had been with the man that you loved more than anyone in life, who you had crushed in his weakest moment, instead of helping hold him up. Henry crushed you against his body and sobbed with you, pulling you backwards into the house and shoving the door closed, sniffling into your neck.

It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless

You told him, knowing how he had felt worthless from all the criticism he had gotten for his movie project, only wounding that insecurity he already had as a child. “Why didn't you told me?”

Was never the right time, whenever you called

He answered, only pulling back from you a little bit.

Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all

“And you were gone.” he explained to you, brushing his fingers through your hair.

Our every moment, I start to replay

It didn't matter, choices were made and he respected your choice to cut him out of your life. So, he made the choice to keep loving you, from afar. You looked up at him, with tenderhearted love.

But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

He said, smiling down at you, his fingers brushing against your cheek and through your hair, his heart fluttering and skipping beats.

Would we be better off by now, If I'd have let my walls come down?

You asked him, unable to help yourself as you hugged your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek to his chest, never wanting to let go of him again. You had been afraid to really let Henry in the first time, maybe if you had, you would have seen his struggle and worked through it with him.

Maybe, I guess we'll never know

He replied, hugging you against him, content to never let you go again, either. Both of you decided to work it out between you and got back together, striving to get it right and let each other in, never hiding that storm that you might be weathering; weathering it together.