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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 2 years ago

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(They Long To Be) Close To You {1}

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Part 1- Sunflower Vol. 6

(No mention of pandemic.This starts as Harry writes Harry's house)Y/N lived a simple life. She worked and she loved what she did. She loved her family and she was happy. She didn't think she needed anything else. But one day, on a flight to a new adventure, she meets the one person she never expected to meet.

Fic warnings: mentions of past trauma, smut later, age gap (8 years), will leave warnings every chapter.

June 2020

It started in the early morning. 6:45 am to be precise. It was a chilly Gallup morning, and the balloons were going up, as they always did that early.

Leaving the house as soon as she could, starting the 20 minute drive to work like she did every day. Arriving at work with no problem, she was immediately called into her boss, Sofia's office.

"Y/N/N, could you come in here for a sec? And close the door?"

Y/N's pov

I slowly walked into Sofia's office, closing the door behind me and sitting down.

"Did I do something again?"

The older woman chuckles and shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to talk to you. Do you remember when Alexander said we were expanding into Europe?"

I nod my head, briefly remembering the conversation.

"Well, they want you to go with a few drivers and go to London for a couple months to start up the first branch.Your position would be my current one. The company is paying for your living space and travel, you are responsible for anything else. Interested?"

Wow. That's... not what I thought she was gonna talk to me about.

"U-um yeah I'd love to! When do I leave?"

She smiles.

"At the end of the month. You'll be in charge of everything and everyone there. I know you'll do great."

I smile and thank her.

After that, the month flies fast. I pack what I need and it's shipped to my new flat and anything else goes into my mom's garage. On the day I leave, I meet the 2 drivers coming with me, Jackson and Adam, at the airport. At 4:30am.

It's already too early and I need coffee.

"You guys ready for this?"

The two men tiredly nod and we trek to our gate after checking our bags. After about 30 minutes we begin boarding our flight. The attendant scans my boarding pass and gives me a bright smile, definitely too bright for how early it is.m

"Miss, it seems you've been upgraded to first class due to availability. Enjoy your flight!"

The flight is a straight trip but I guess they had to pick up more people. I decide to put my work away and watch Demon Slayer instead. I pay no mind when I see from the corner of my eye, someone take the seat next to me. Jackson comes over to me to chat for a minute at that moment as well.

"Hey Y/N/N, do you have all the addresses for where we are staying? Ryan forgot to send it to us."

"Yeah. We're all in the same place, just separate units. We'll be fine."

He nods and then briefly looks at my screen.

"Really? Demon Slayer again?"

I flip him off and he laughs before he returns to his seat. After a couple minutes, the person next to me finally speaks up.

"Is it good? What you're watching?"

I take out my headphones and turn to the stranger, about to reply, when I see his face and my mouth drops.

"I-I um yeah, it is. I like it."

He smiles and holds out his hand to me.

" I'm Harry."

I smile and shake his hand.

I'm pretty sure he could tell I was shaking.

"I-I'm Y/N. I-It's nice to meet you!"

He laughs and I swear I could just die after hearing that sound.

"Y' must know who I am."

I nod and blush.

"I love your music. Always makes me feel better and brings a smile to my face."

He smiles.

" 'M glad to hear that. I love makin' music and gettin to share it. 'T means a lot t' me that it helps so many."

I nod and we talk for a bit.

I don't think I've ever actually had this meaningful of a conversation with anyone before.

"S'what are you watchin? Looks interesting."

"Oh, that? Oh it's just an anime that I like. I've seen it multiple times. I guess I just like watching it."

I giggle and he smiles, filling my stomach with butterflies.

"Would y'mind if I watched with you?"

I nod my head and hand off an AirPod to him, moving my iPad in the middle so we could both see and I hit play.

Somehow, through the flight, we finished season one and part of Mugen Train before we finally land. And I don't think I have ever been more disappointed. We both got up but before he walked away, Harry turned to me.

"I don't usually do this, but I want to see you again. Would y'want to maybe... exchange numbers? J-just as long as you promise not t'give it out...?"

Holy shit holy shit ho-ly shit.

"Y-yeah I'd love to! And I'd never do that! That's a betray of trust and that's one thing I refuse to do to anyone!"

He smiles and takes my phone, putting his number in it.

"Text me love. I would love t' get coffee with you sometime."

I smile and nod, waving him goodbye as I wait for Jackson and Adam to meet me up front. I see them come up and Jackson is grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Shut it Miles. I don't want to hear it."

The two men laugh as we make our way out of the plane to baggage claim. I look around briefly for Harry and obviously I don't see him, causing disappointment to show on my face. I decide to pull out my phone and text him.

Y/N- Hi Harry! It's Y/N!😊

H-Couldn't wait, could you love?

Y/N-I could've! I'm just waiting at baggage claim and the two idiots I'm traveling with are teasing me!😒

H-Yeah? That's not nice. Should I come steal you away?

Y/N-Ha! As much as I would love that, I have to get the three of us settled in and dispatch them. Maybe coffee tomorrow?

H-Sounds great! I know a great place! I'll text you the address! See you tomorrow,love!

Y/N-See you tomorrow❤️

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Waking up early the next morning sucked.

My alarm wakes me up at 6:30 as-per usual, but my jet lagged body did not agree with the new time zone. I had worked late, only getting to bed at about 2am, which would've been 9am my time.

I get up and take a shower, the hot water only soothing my aching bones for a short time. I dry myself off and make my way into the bedroom where my unpacked suitcases remain. I start to open them, only grabbing what I need.

I pull out a bright floral sundress, a pair of strapped sandals and the only other purse I packed.

I quickly get dressed before doing my hair and putting on just a little bit of makeup when I hear my phone ping. I look down at it to see a text from Harry and I smile.

H- Good morning, Y/N! I can't wait to see you!Meet me at the Abbey Road Cafe. I'll be there waiting! x

I blush and finish up before grabbing my bag and leaving. It's only about a 10 minute walk to the cafe and I manage to get there without getting lost. I head inside and find Harry in the back at a table. He smiles at me and stands up and he gives me a hug.

"You look beautiful! I'm feelin' a bit underdressed!"

Panic flashes in my eyes and he shakes his head with a small laugh.

"I'm only teasing! Really, you look amazing. Shall we get some coffee? Thought we might get some brekkie too before heading off."

I smile and follow him to the register.

"Order what you'd like. My treat!"

I frown and start to argue.

"Oh Harry, I couldn't ask you-."

He laughs and shakes his head once more.

"You didn't ask, I offered. Please?"

I sigh and nod and turn to the barista.

"May I please get a hazelnut espresso with oat milk? And.. a breakfast croissant?"

She nods and typed it in to her POS before turning to Harry, who smiles.

"A black coffee please. And a breakfast croissant as well."

She nods and he quickly pays and we stand off to the side to wait for our order.

"So, how was your first day in your office yesterday? Get settled in already?"

I sigh and only shrug.

"I suppose so. It's so nerve wracking. I was kind of thrown into this and while I'm grateful for the opportunity, it's a lot more responsibility than I had before."

He nods and gives me a small pat on the back.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quick, yeah? Y' seem pretty resourceful, like you catch on quick."

I plush and grip my bag in embarrassment. We get our order and sit down at the back table, talking as we eat. We finish quickly and dispose of our trash before heading out.

"So you haven't gotten a chance to see any of the sights yet, right?"

I shake my head with a frown.

"I'll be here for a couple months so I'll have time but I would definitely like to see them."

He smiles and nods.

"I had a thought- I know the big sites and exciting.. But would you like to see some of the hidden gems of London?"

My face lights up and I nod enthusiastically.

"Please! I'd love to!"

He smiles and holds a hand out to me. I blush and hesitantly take it, butterflies filling my stomach as he laces out fingers together. We take the tube down to Little Venice and my mouth drops at the view.

"I-I've never seen anything so beautiful before..."

Harry smiles and leads me down a pathway.

"I thought we could take a kayak ride. Is that something you'd want to do?"

I nod and smile. We head over to the dock and board one of the kayaks, sitting close together.

He holds tight onto my hand as we travel down the river, making small talk.

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1 Month

The next time I'm able to see Harry in person, he's walking through the doors of my office building with a plastic bag in hand and a smile on his face. My eyes widen as he walks through the dark doors and into my small office, shooting up from my chair in surprise.

"Harry! What are you doing here? Did you not see my text about lunch?"

He smiles and nods as he sits down in the chair in front of my desk, dropping my bag on the mahogany surface.

"I did. You said you had too much to do. So, I brought it to you."

He opens the bag and begins to place containers on my desk before pulling out a few bottles of water, and to my surprise, a bottle of Dr. Pepper.

"Harry... Where did you go? This looks incredible!"

He laughs and shakes his head. He walks away for a moment, to the break room I imagine, before coming back with some napkins.

"I didn't actually. Went to Whole Foods and Sainsbury's and bought the ingredients. Took maybe 2 hours? Hope it tastes good, haven't made sushi in quite a while."

He hands me a pair of chopsticks and opens the containers, my mouth watering at the sight.

"California Rolls? How did you know?"

He chuckles and he takes a roll and dips it into the cup of soy sauce he brought.

"You mentioned it the other day that you were craving some. Thought I might make some. There's also some fresh fruit and veg. Some veggie pot stickers too. Oh, and how could I forget-."

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small blue package. Oreos.

"Thought you could use these too."

He smiles and hands them to me with a smile and I blush.

"Are you a mind reader? I was just thinking last night how much I wanted some to go with my glass of milk! You are seriously amazing."

I'm not sure if I see correctly or not, but his cheeks tint as if he was blushing, and he lets out a small laugh. We continue to eat and chat until we finish. With a light kiss to my cheek, he leaves with plans to go to dinner later in the week.

4 Months

"Harry, really. Where are we going? It's 11:30! It's almost midnight!"

He laughs as he pulls me along the dark streets of London until he stops in front of a building.

"What is-."

I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head before opening the door and pulling me inside. He heads down a hallway and reaches a door, pushing it open before pulling me inside.

"A studio? Why are we here?"

He pulls me over to the grand piano in the corner and sits me down on the bench, before sitting down next to me.

"I just finished a song for the new album. I haven't played it for anyone outside of the band.. I wanted to play you some of it."

He turns to look at me and tears swell in my eyes.

"Really? You want to play it for me. I'd love to hear it."

He smiles and scooches up close to me before turning back to the piano. He positions his hands and begins to softly play and sing.

Holdin' me back

Gravity's holdin' me back

I want you to hold out the palm of your hand

Why don't we leave it at that?

Nothin' to say

When everything gets in the way

Seems you cannot be replaced

And I'm the one who will stay, oh

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

As it was, as it was

You know it's not the same

He removes his fingers from the keyboard and turns his head back to me, only for a look of fear to appear on his face.

"Why are you crying? Are you okay? Do you-."

I sniffle and shake my head before wiping away my tears with the sleeves of my cardigan.

"I-I'm fine. That was just-. That was amazing Harry. You really are so talented. That wasn't even the whole song and you already have me pulled in. It's gonna be an amazing album. Album of the year, I bet!"

He blushes and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

"That's definitely too soon to think about. But thank you love, I appreciate you saying so. Now, how about a late night snack? Then I'll take you home?"

I giggle and nod before standing up. I hold my hand out to Harry and he takes it with a smile. We walk out of the studio hand in hand in the dead of night, only our laughs echoing the streets.

7 Months

"A movie? You want to go to the cinema?"

I nod with a big smile.

"I haven't been since I left home! I thought it would be fun! Please!"

I pout and he sighs before giving me a small smile and nods. I squeal and jump into his arms, laughing as he catches me.

"What movie did you have in mind?"

I loop my arm through his as we begin to walk towards the nearest theater and I think for a minute.

"I was thinking like an action movie. Marvel if possible. Ooo! Black Widow! Black Widow is in theaters!"

Harry laughs and wraps and arm around my waist as we continue to walk.

"I guess that's the one. You really that into Marvel?"

I give him a look of shock and almost disgust.

"Sir! How many tattoos do I have?"

"16..."

"And how many of them are Marvel tattoos?"

"4..."

I give him a nod and he bursts out laughing, squeezing my waist as he pulls me along.

"You're too much Y/N M/N, you know that?"

I laugh and nod as we walk into the theater.

"Ohhh I'm so excited! I'm still sad over Natasha so if this doesn't save my fragile heart, I don't know what will."

He laughs and we walk in, taking our seats.

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"Okay, I'll be honest, that was an amazing movie."

I leap in excitement, struggling to contain all my energy as Harry laughs at my child-like nature.

"Amazing?! More like the best movie of the year! Kick ass cast! Florence was 100% the comedic relief I needed! But ooo that scene at the end! She's going after Clint! That's crazy!"

He laughs and pulls me to his side as we walk through the night, laughing and enjoying our time together.

9 Months

It's been a couple months since I met Harry. And everyday with him is amazing. We both work quite a bit but still manage to see each other a couple times a week. Earlier in the week, I received a phone call from one of the corporate bosses.

I've been instructed to go home soon. With the hiring of more staff, I'm not needed and they want me back in my old position... And now I have to tell Harry.

I'm waiting for him at our usual spot and I see him come up to me. I stand up and meet him halfway, walking into his warm embrace.

"Missed you love."

"Missed you too."

He caresses my cheek and kisses my forehead. I can only force a small smile.

"You okay, love? You look a bit down."

"Y-yeah I'm fine. But we do need to talk."

He looks at me with concern as I lead him to our table to sit down.

"So you know how I've been telling you how well things have been going with setting up the new branch?"

He nods his head in acknowledgment.

"Well... it's done. There's new staffing and multiple drivers... so they want me back home."

We sit in silence for just a minute.

"When... When do you have to leave?"

"In 3 days...Look Harry... I don't want this to be the end of whatever this is between us. I like you. And these past couple months? You've made me feel so alive. I've never felt this way before...I know this sounds corny but I don't want this to be the end if you don't..."

He pauses for a minute before he bursts out laughing, leaving me in shock and confusion.

"How do you always seem to take the words out of my mouth?"

He pauses for another minute before continuing.

" Of course I still want to see you. I love spending time with you, Y/N. We'll work it out somehow."

He takes me out of my chair and hugs me tight. He pets my head and I start crying.

"Shhh. It's okay love. M'not letting you go that easily. You're stuck with me."

I begin to argue with him, tears falling down my cheeks as my vision blurs.

"But I'm gonna be in New Mexico! And you're still trying to write your album!"

He gives me a soft smile and shakes his head.

"You're forgetting about something though."

I just look at him in complete and utter confusion.

Those are the facts though... how could I be forgetting something?

"How often have you FaceTimed your mum just this week?"

"I don't know- probably like a good couple dozen- ohhhh! Duh!"

He laughs and hugs me tighter, resting his head against mine.

"I know it's not ideal, but we'll make it work. And I'll come visit you of course. Can't go long without my muse, now can I? I'll never get the album finished without you."

I blush and bury my head in his chest, causing him to chuckle.

"I'm know you would do an amazing job finishing it. You don't need me for inspiration Mr. 'I like to write songs about sex'."

He chuckles and lifts my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Of course I do. I've written 2 songs already. Because of you. So I definitely need you. Stop thinking so little of yourself."

I nod, tearing up a little.

"Will you come see me off?"

He smiles and lifts me up.

"You really think I wouldn't? I'd never give up the chance to see you, even if it is goodbye."

He kisses my nose, making me smile.

"Let's go get you packed up, yeah?"

He grabs my bag and leaves a tip for the waiter.

"Wait, you're gonna help me pack?"

"Course I am. Gotta get my time with you while I have you. And besides, we need to finish Edens Zero, don't we?"

I chuckle and nod my head.

As excited as I am to go home to my family and my regular day to day life, I hate that I have to do it without Harry there with me. These past couple months have been amazing and he makes everything more fulfilling.

Heathrow Airport

I woke up early this morning and I'm not ready to leave. Harry came to see me off though. I take his hand and pull him off to the side.

"Something wrong love?"

I take a long deep breath.

"No... I just. I want to tell you something. I want to get it off my plate before I leave... Harry... I love you. And I know this is probably way too soon to say but- I just wanted to tell you. And I totally understand if you-."

Before I can finish, he grabs my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of his lips against mine. After a minute or so, he slowly lets go and he lets out a light chuckle.

"Sometimes... I swear... you talk so much that no one can get a word in."

I blush and bury my face in his chest until he pulls me out and places his finger under my chin, lifting my head up.

"I love you, Y/N. I mean it."

I start to tear up a little.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Dunno, because I am an angel."

He batts his eyes at me and flashes that smile that I love so much.

"Oh hush. I try to be cheesy and you decide to be cheeky."

He chuckles and hugs me, not letting don't let go until they call for boarding for my flight home. He kisses me once more and I let the tears fall down my face.

As soon as we let go, he wipes my tears with his thumb and smiles at me.

"Promise to text me when you're home?"

I nod my head and give him one last hug before I let go, letting the tears fall.

2 Weeks Later

He's been singing me to sleep recently and honestly I always wake up refreshed in the morning because of it.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, entering orders, when I see a name flash across my phone screen. I smile and answer.

Y/N- Well hello there, handsome!

H-Hi love! What are you doing later this week?

Y/N -Oh, you know, the usual. Working and going to my sisters this weekend, at least I think so. What are you up to?

H-Oh, you know, just planning a trip to go see my favorite girl this weekend.

My eyes go wide.

Y/N-REALLY?!

He laughs.

H-Really... Mum and Gemma wanna meet you. So... they were going to come with... if that's okay...

Y/N-I'd love to meet them! But isn't it too soon? I mean we haven't even made anything official...

H- That's what I said! But according to Gem, I refuse to shut up about you so they are insisting on meeting you.

I let out a little chuckle.

Y/N- I guess if I'm meeting them, you should meet my mom and my sisters..

H-We'll be in Thursday. I'm booking hotels for mum, Gem and Jeff.

Y/N-I'm sorry... are you expecting to stay with me?

H- I mean-

I let out a loud snort.

Y/N- I'm kidding. Of course you can stay with me. But it's only one bed so you can sleep with me or on the couch. I'll ask for Friday off and see if Sofia will approve it.

H-Don't worry bout that. We'll probably sleep Friday and explore later.

Y/N-Text me your flight details and I'll come get you Thursday after I get off. I can't wait to see you!

H- Me too love. I love you

Y/N-Love you too Harry.

We hang up and I get back to work, never letting the smile leave my face for the rest of the day.

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mackeydoodledoo · 4 years ago

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Café Food and Tattoos

Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: One small glance at each other from across the way, has Daniela Dimitrescu enticed. One post-work encounter has her walking R home and visiting R during R’s work hours. Turns out that Daniela is not only there for the café food.

Warning: None, fluff all the way :)

A/N: So, this original idea is from @su-lilly-reblogs and I really love the idea of Daniela being a tattoo artist and I just love this entire idea in general! It’s a little short but I hope this entry is a good one!

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As you were cleaning a table out on the patio, you heard a door from over next door open. Being the person to always want to see who was coming out of the tattoo place next door, you saw a strawberry-blonde woman step out. You attempt to snap your focus back on bussing tables out on the patio but when you look up at the same woman that had stepped outside, she had noticed you staring at her. The world stopped for you. She looked so enticing to you. You just wanted to drop everything and walk over to her. However, you were snapped back to reality when your elbow made contact with a glass cup. Your instincts had caught the glass just before it could make contact with the ground. You sigh when you looked back up to the tattoo place and the woman was no longer there.

When you stopped at a crosswalk, you shiver at the slight breeze of the cool evening. You regretted not bringing a jacket of some sort. However, you felt a jacket being placed upon your shoulders. You could feel the presence of another person standing next to you. You use your peripherals and from the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar strawberry-blonde hair.

"Warm now?" She asks

"Yeah," you slightly smile, "Thanks."

"Daniela Dimitrescu," she answers

"Y/n Y/l/n," you reply

When the crosswalk light had allowed you to cross you noticed that Daniela was walking alongside you.

"So," you break the silence, "How long have you've been tattooing?"

"Since my apprenticeship at 18," she answers, "I mostly tattoo in black and white. Majority of my works are botanical and anatomical."

"Has any client requested a tattoo that was out of your comfort zone?" You ask

"A couple of times," she answers you, "But, the clients loved the end products. So if one would specifically request for something I don't normally do I'll do it."

"Maybe I'll have to get a tattoo done by you one of these days," you smile

From the corner of your eye, you could see that Daniela smiled at your suggestion. What you didn't notice was how she was still be your side long after the both of you met at the crosswalk.

"Did you want someone accompanying you home?" She asks, realizing your silence

"That would be nice," you say, "We're pretty much here already."

You walk up the steps to your house and turn around. You notice that Daniela is no longer in sight.... You sighed as you were going to offer her a cup of coffee to go. Even give her jacket back to her as it was still placed on your shoulders. You couldn't help but take in the scent of herbs and citrus that lingers on her jacket. Maybe she'll stop by tomorrow... I'll give her jacket back then.

The following morning was a mess. Table after table you barely could keep yourself steady trying to wait tables, clean the tables etc. You weren't the only one on the floor however, nearly everyone requested for your presence specifically. It was hell.

"Y/n, a table is requesting for you," your coworker says

Great... Just when you were able to breathe. You compose yourself and head back out onto the floor but you freeze.

"Daniela?" You call out, walking toward her with a menu in your hands

"Hi y/n," she smiles

"Fancy seeing you here," you smile back, "What can I get you to drink?"

"Water," she says, looking up at you

When you return to her table with a glass of water, you go on to check on your other tables with the assistance of your coworker.

"Sorry about that, its been a mess all morning," you sigh, seating yourself across from Daniela

"That’s okay love," she says

"You know what you want to eat yet?" You ask, taking out your notepad

"Are you on the menu?" She flirts

Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks flush red, you look at her surprised. Daniela giggles as she watches your face.

"What’s wrong love? Cat got your tongue?" She asks, smiling menacingly

The only thing you could do was nearly choke on your own spit before Daniela actually tells you what she wants. With haste you make your way back into the kitchen to give the chef Dani's order and catch your breath.

"One of the best tattoo artists in town, enticed by the awkward café waitress," your coworker laughs

"Shut it Clarice," you sigh, "We only met last night."

"She apparently dedicates her life to tattooing," she explains, "No one to get attached to. But, you can change that, I think it's time for you to get out there. With her. Maybe even get a tattoo done by her."

"Are you crazy?!" You ask, "She's so out there and I'm me. So who am I kidding??"

"Just look through your cameral roll for some inspiration for a tattoo, I’m sure the two of you can negotiate something in the next couple of weeks," Clarice suggests, "You got your tips, hourly pay you've been saving for this tattoo haven't you?"

You nod. You only have one tattoo. You've been dreaming about getting another one but you haven't really looked into it. You didn't plan to until you had enough money to have it done. You hear the chef calling out Daniela's order and you begin reaching for it.

"I'll check on your other tables," your coworker says, "Just book that appointment with Daniela."

You nod, because your coworker will make sure you do so if she found out you chickened out.

"Took you long enough," Daniela teases

You smile as you place the plate of food in front of her and seat yourself across from her once more.

"Do you have any tattoos?" Daniela asks

You roll up your left sleeve to reveal an arrow tattoo with a color in one of the three triangles.

"I got this when I turned 18 with my older sister," you say, "I've been saving up for another tattoo. But I don't think I have saved enough yet nor have I done research on artists to do it on me."

"Hit me with the design," Daniela suggests

You open your phone to reveal a botanical anatomy piece.

Daniela looks at your phone in awe, "I'll do it."

"What?" You ask, putting your phone away

"I'll do that tattoo on you," she says

"R-really?" You ask, your mood changing

She nods happily. You sigh in relief.

"How much do you normally charge?" You ask

"For you my dear, I'll discount it," she answers, "Normally, that kind of piece would be $600-$700."

You, again almost choke on your own spit. However, re-composing yourself.

"I'll do it for $400," Daniela says

You've saved up at least $300 as of your last paycheck. However, since the tips are really piling and you look pay is tomorrow, you have hope.

"When are you free?" She asks

"I'm pretty much free Mondays and Tuesdays," you say

Daniela pulls out her phone and supposedly looks through her calendar.

"How does Tuesday at 3pm sound to you?" She asks

"Works for me," you smile brightly

You leave to get Daniela's check and pay for her food. It was the least you could do for her. She practically got to book your dream tattoo. You go on and check on your other tables, running their checks, your coworker bussing the tables for you.

"Where were we?" You ask

"My check?" Daniela asks

"Don't worry about that," you say, "It's the least I can do for you."

"Thank you y/n," she smiles, "I gotta run. Work is about to open."

She stands from her seat and walks by you. However, before she leaves she leans down to your face and places a kiss on your cheek and then walks out. You just remembered about her jacket. Damnit...

Tuesday couldn't come soon enough. You've been working your arse off at the café. Daniela would pop in during her breaks to come say hi or order some food to go. You had long sent the image you had shown Daniela on Thursday to her. She’s talked about how excited she is to do that big of a piece. You told her that you had wanted it on your right outer forearm.

"So you didn't even HAVE to ask Daniela to do that tattoo?! Man, that's golden! She's definitely into you if she had cut down the price by THAT much," your coworker states

"Is she?" You ask, blushing

"Oh come on, if I didn't see how she looks at you when you talk to her, I wouldn't be saying that she's definitely into you," she says

"You have a point," you say

"Did you get her number?" She asks

"No," you say, "We've barely had time as is. She heads straight home to work on the piece for me and I'm busy here. Only chance I get is Tuesday."

"You better girl," she says before walking off to a table

When Tuesday had finally come, you tuck the tattoo fee in one pocket and her tip mixed with your phone number in the other. You take a deep breath before opening the door to the tattoo shop next to your own work.

"Y/n!" Daniela smiles as she comes walking over to you to give you a hug

"So I just finished up your tattoo and I just wanted to run through it with you," She says

"Dani, didn't we both agree on whatever you do is fine with me?" You smile and jokingly sigh

"Yes but I just want to have your approval anyway," she smiles

She takes her iPad and opens up to her editing app and shows you. You noticed that Daniela edited the work a lot to her style of work. And you loved it.

"Lets get that bad boy tattooed on me Dani," you smile

She has you fill out paperwork as the stencil begins printing itself out. You hand back the paperwork to her and she leads you to the back of the shop, leading you into a separate room, presumably her studio.

"Welcome to my humble studio," she smiles, "Just sit your little cute butt in the big chair and give me a hot minute."

You watch her cut out the stencil and watch her concentrate on applying the stencil to your arm. You try to keep yourself as steady as possible so she wouldn't have to reapply the stencil.

"Relax love," Daniela says, as if she could feel your tension

"I don't want to accidentally move my arm," you say

Once she removes the stencil, she backs away, "Check that out and see if you like the placement."

"I love it," you almost squeal

You again watch her prep her tattoo machine and begin concentrating on you.

The pain was unbearable but it was a pretty big tattoo that you had picked out. Daniela barely talked though. But, you assumed it was because she was concentrated on your piece.

“Hey, I have your jacket and-”

“Keep it love,” She says without looking up at you

“Are-are you sure?” You ask

“You look good in it y/n,” She finally looks up at you, smiling

You smile back at her.

Once she removes the excess tattoo ink she guides you to step outside with her for her to take a picture. After the fact, you two go back into her studio to have her put saniderm on your arm.

"Now keep that on for a couple of days for me okay?" She smiles

You nod. You reach into one pocket and pull out the $400 Daniela requested for the piece and then reach into the other and hand it to her.

"Why thank you love," she smiles

"That's not all," you say

You lean forward and give her a kiss on the cheek. She somewhat gives you the same face you did when she did the same to you.

"Will I see you at the café tomorrow?" She asks

"You will," you wink at her before making your leave

She opens the piece a paper: a $40 tip and a note.

"If you want to get together sometime outside of having café food and tattoos," Daniela read aloud

At the bottom of the note, was your phone number.

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harrysgloves · 5 years ago

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter xv)

Get caught up with the Let Your Hair Down Masterlist!

word count: 1,762

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: plans change

warnings: laaaaanguage..

a/n: okay I desperately needed a happy MC and Harry in this one after the last chapter so excuse me while I go cry over how cute these two can be. okay that’s it. xx

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You'd never walked home so fast in your life. Basically running with Thea in your arms towards your apartment building. You didn't want to be paranoid but you had no idea that Ryan knew where you worked. You wouldn't put it past him to know where you lived too.

Luckily, Thea had no problem being carried home from school. She hung onto your hip, arms around your neck, telling you all about her day at school. She didn't notice anything wrong with you besides the marks on your arm. You hated lying to her but you didn't want to involve her in any adult problems. Telling her you had an accident and she left the subject alone.

"Momma, can we call Harry?" Thea asked when you finally got into your apartment. You felt like you were finally able to breathe again when you locked all 3 of your door locks. A weight of anxiety being lifted off you, knowing Ryan couldn't break through 3 locks and your front door to get in.

"We'll call him in a minute." You said, walking with Thea to the kitchen. She sat her backpack on the table, pulling out her picture for Harry as you rummaged through your bare fridge to see if there was anything for you two to have for dinner tonight.

"Pizza?" You asked, shutting the fridge door once you saw it was a losing battle for dinner that night. You were too frazzled to even eat but you had to do something for Thea.

"Yes! I want extra cheese." Thea sang out her agreement, pulling out her folder of homework and getting started on it. You smiled, happy she actually liked school and you didn't have to fight with her the whole time to do her work.

"Alright, let me go order then we'll call Harry." You grabbed your phone, plopping on your couch, surprised you hadn't had any more texts from Ryan but considering it a blessing as you placed the usual order to your favorite pizza place.

Once you got off the phone you scrolled to Harry's contact. The picture of Thea and him from a little over a month ago shining bright, making you smile. So much had changed since then. You felt like you'd open yourself up so much to being happy again and now your past was sneaking up on you.

You sighed before clicking the facetime button. You knew you needed to tell someone about what happened with Ryan but you couldn't go there yet. You just wanted to forget it, pushing it to the back of your mind when Harry's wide smiling face appeared on your screen.

"Hey, I've missed ya love." His smile was contagious, making the bad day melt away from your thoughts. He had such a great way of making your anxieties fade just by being around.

"Missed you too, so much." You sighed, just wanting him to give you a hug. Long-distance sucked and it wasn't even 12 hours apart. You tried your best to not think about all of your doubts about your newly formed relationship but the look on your face must have been enough to concern him.

"Wat's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a rough day. I need a hug." You sighed again, sitting back further on the couch when you heard Thea running from the kitchen.

"Harry!" She yelled jumping on the couch to be able to see him on your phone. Her face inches away from the screen so you couldn't see his face anymore but could hear him laughing.

"Hey, sunshine. How was school?" He asked, your phone taken from your hands as Thea held it herself to talk to him.

"Good. Van asked me to be his girlfriend again but I think I'm going to ask Will if he'll be my boyfriend cause he shared his crayons with me today." She blurted out, making you laugh from beside her. Knowing the response to this was going to be priceless.

"Yer not allowed to date til yer 35." He huffed out, not finding it funny at all but making you crack up.

"Yeah no dating Thea!" You heard Mitch call out from a distance.

"Thea, stop giving Uncle Mitch and Harry blood pressure spikes. Go work on your homework." You rolled your lips when you saw her confused look on her face but she eventually agreed and handed you back the phone.

"Y'still coming Friday right?" He asked the second your face came back into view.

"Might come out tomorrow if that's okay. I got some time off and Thea doesn't have any tests this week or anything so…" you trailed off, not wanting to tell him the reason you wanted to come out sooner was because you were scared to stay alone or walk around the city by yourself.

"Really?" That stupid heartwarming dimpled smile back on his face, wider than ever. You nodded, trying your best to contain your excitement. You needed this vacation, time away from all the shit going on.

"I'll see ya tomorrow then, love."

It was probably the longest flight of your whole entire life. The whole time Thea was bouncing in her seat asking how much longer. Every time you answered with the time left she'd then lean over the poor guy beside you and look out the window. Then she'd play on her iPad for 2 seconds before repeating it all again… for 6 hours.

The guy beside you ran like a fire was lit under his ass to get off the plane and honestly you couldn't blame him. As cute as your kid could be she definitely had her moments when she was a bit much.

You understood her excitement though. You were so ready to ignore all your problems for a week, to reset and get away from everything. It was much needed. The thought of relaxing away from the stress of Ryan, who still hadn't bothered you since he showed up to your job, and the thousands of people now practically stalking you online was great.

Your mind filled with all the things you and Thea could do in California as you made your way through the airport. You repeatedly had to remind Thea that she had to hold your hand and not run off to stores as you two pushed through people to get to where Harry said he'd be waiting for you two.

You only managed to get lost once on the way there but the swarm of people eventually signalled where you guys needed to go. You sighed, pulling Thea close, debating if getting back on the plane was an option instead of dealing with all these people looking at you and Harry.

Thea on the other hand had no fear as she caught sight of Harry. She let go of your hand and charged towards him. The bodyguards you'd never had to be around before in New York perking up the second she started yelling for him and waving her hands.

"Harry! Harry!" She yelled, running full force to him causing the protective people around him to turn towards the sound.

You thought you were about to have to go a thousand shades of psycho on some bald asshole, racing after her, trying to get to her before someone touched your fucking kid and you'd have to whoop ass in front of all these cameras.

Harry's head snapped around to you guys as you got closer. Thea not listening at all to your demands to stop as she got closer to him and your protective mother mode kicked. Not only was everyone now looking at you but the fear of someone taking her or some asshole bodyguard touching her to get her away from Harry made your stomach turn.

"Whoa." Harry grabbed the guy standing beside him shoulder before he even had a chance to step in front of him. "She's mine, it's fine."

The sentence made him stop in your tracks. Did you hear him right? Did he really just say that?

You slowly walked the rest of the way toward him as Thea flung herself into his arms and giving him a hug like she hadn't seen him in a year. You smiled softly but was very aware of everyone still standing around you when you finally approached him.

"Hey." He said all laughs and smiles like he didn't just call your child his own a second ago. How the fuck were you supposed to be okay after that? You weren't sure how to feel about it but as you stood watching them together you couldn't help the tugging feeling in your heart that this was right.

"Hey." You smiled back finally giving him the hug you've needed. Thea still hanging onto him as his one arm pulled you in tightly to him.

"Let's get out 'f 'ere." He smiled down to you, dimple popping out when you nodded your head.

The three of you made your way out of the airport together. His free arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as his other one kept Thea on his hip.

You sighed the second you got in the car and away from all the people staring at you. California felt like a different planet compared to New York. You weren't used to all the attention.

"Jus' ignore it. No one'll bother y'guys. It dies down sum jus' not used to me havin' two cuties with me." He kissed your cheek, causing Thea to snap her attention to you two.

Harry's eyes widened the second he realized he'd been caught. Your laughter erupted from you but Thea looked more confused than ever.

"Why'd you kiss momma?" She asked sitting up straighter in your seat. "Does this mean you're her boyfriend?"

His eyes looked like they were going to actually pop out of his head. You thought you could see him actually start to sweat. You had to give yourself a moment to stop laughing as Harry sat like a deer in headlights.

"Is that okay?" You asked, finally turning to her.

She just smiled brightly nodding her head. Dropping the subject completely when the car started moving.

"Holy shit. She's goin' t'give me a heart attack one 'f these days."

"You have to pay the curse jar!" She piped up again, not taking her eyes off the window.

You laughed sitting back in your seat leaning your head on Harry's shoulder as he grumbled under his breath. The smile not leaving your face as things finally felt good in your life.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Home - Part 12

A few weeks went by with no sign of Jack, Sam hadn't been able to find any trace of him still being in town. It was like he had a fallen off the face of the earth! .... i could only hope that was true!

Things had finally started to settle down, Pepper had called Bucky to tell him Ms Harper had been transferred to another school with a warning, one more wrong step and she would no longer have a career working with children. We were happy with this outcome as it meant she was away from Allie. Allie now had a new teacher, Mr Lang who she loved and said was so funny!

Bucky had sat Chloe down the day after her outburst at the house and told her that she was to show me the same respect as she gave to him, he had told her we were together and that the way she had treated me was unacceptable even if i was ‘just the nanny’! I had only seen her a couple times since and she had been perfectly fine with me but i could tell there was definitely still some jealously there.

I had also met Sam's wife Wanda who was lovely! We got along like a house on fire from the start, much to the amusement of Bucky, Steve and Sam. I was actually meant to be meeting her for coffee with Rosie today after dropping the girls at the school. But i had woken up feeling awful.... i went downstairs to find Bucky and the girls already sitting at the table dressed for the day and having breakfast.

"Morning, you feeling okay? you look a little pale" Bucky asked looking up from his iPad that he was reading the news on.

"I think I'm getting sick, i feel awful" i shook my head avoiding the coffee pot and grabbing a bottle of water and some Advil "my head and my throat hurts and i feel real shaky...."

"Go back to bed doll, i'll take the girls to school"

"What about Rosie?"

"I'll call Steve"

"You cant keep calling Steve, he has work too you know" i laughed and regretted it instantly when it started a coughing fit.

"Go to bed, i'll be up in a minute to check on you".

"Fine, but only because i might actually pass out if i dont lay down" i mumbled before heading back upstairs, i heard my phone start ringing from where it was charging in the kitchen and i soon heard Bucky answer it.

"Hey Wanda...... think you girls are going to have to reschedule. Yeah sorry, Y/N's sick i've just sent her back to bed" was the last thing i heard before falling into Bucky's bed and wrapping the covers around me.

"Doll..... doll I'm just going to drop the girls at school" Bucky was suddenly saying from beside me stroking my hair back from my face.

"Okay.... what about Rosie?"

"Wanda is going to take her for a few hours while i go into the office to deal with a few things. Will you be okay on your own for a while?"

"Yes dad i'll be fine home alone" i rolled my eyes at him which was a huge mistake, the sudden movement had me bolting out of the bed and rushing to the bathroom emptying my stomach in the toilet.

"I think I'm dying Buck" i moaned reaching for the flush as he walked in handing me my bottle of water.

"Your not pregnant are you!?" He suddenly asked making a joke of it but also part of him was serious.

"No Buck I'm not pregnant, I'm on birth control. Im just sick" i said stumbling back to bed "i'll be fine after some more sleep".

"Right, of course you are. I was just messing with you sweetheart" he chuckled before leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead.

"Dont get too close, i dont want you getting sick too"

"I'll be fine" he smiled down at me before finally leaving to take the girls to school.

The next fews days i was a mess! I had been in bed for most of it apart from when Bucky took me to see the doctor. I wasn't getting any better and i wasn't sleeping and he was getting worried about me. The doctor said I had a bad case of flu that had led to a severe throat and chest infection and gave me some strong antibiotics, he had also given me something to help me sleep. I just wanted to feel better already i missed spending time with Bucky and the girls, I had been keeping my distance not wanting them to get sick.

I was laying in bed when i felt a hand slip up my thigh and travel up until an arm was wrapped around my waist, a warm body pressed to my back.... soft kisses placed to my neck making me moan.

"Mmm Bucky I've missed you" i sighed smiling and welcoming his attention.

"I've missed you too baby, but I'm not Bucky" said the too familiar voice, i froze at the sound of Jacks voice in my ear and started to struggle but he just laughed "your mine baby always, i'll get you back soon dont worry!"

"No!!! Bucky??!!!!" I screamed still trying to push Jack away from me, he just looked down at me with a sinister smile spread across his face.

"Hey! Hey sweetheart wake up!"

My eyes shot open to see Steve leaning over shaking me slightly looking concerned. I was sweating and breathing hard as i realised i had been dreaming!

"Steve?"

"Yeah its just me, you okay?"

".... I'm fine" i shook my head feeling stupid "where's Bucky?"

"He just went to get some groceries. Asked me to stay to keep an eye on you while he was gone"

"Oh, okay"

"You wanna talk about it?" Steve offered "you seem pretty shaken"

"I dreamt Jack was here, at first i thought he was Bucky but it wasnt.... it was Jack telling me im his and that he'll have me back soon" i shook my head.

"It was just a dream sweetheart, your safe here"

"I know..... it just felt so real"

"Im here, i'll protect you" he smirked "you wanna come downstairs for a change of scenery? I dont think your contagious, we'd all have it by now if you were"

"Yeah okay, that sounds good actually" i nodded "Buck will probably freak that im not in bed resting still though"

"dont you worry bout him. Come on" Steve smiled easily scooping me up into his arms and carrying me downstairs.

"Steve i can walk you know"

"I know" he shrugged before putting me down on the sofa smiling.

"Such a dork" i rolled my eyes laughing at him "thank you for staying with me Steve".

"Anytime sweetheart".

Steve and I were sat watching a movie when Bucky finally got home.

"Hey baby, you feeling better?" Bucky asked dropping down on the sofa next to me and wrapping me in his arms as he placed a kiss to my temple.

"I still feel awful but Steve thought a change of scenery would do me good, he even insisted on carrying me down here"

Bucky laughed shaking his head at his friend "of course he did".

"Hey, you loved being swept off your feet sweetheart dont deny it"

"I would never!" I gasped and held a hand to my chest dramatically making them both laugh.

"You hungry? I got you some chicken noodle soup" Bucky asked looking down at me as his fingers played with my hair.

"Mmm yes please"

"Okay, I'll be right back".

"Hey Buck, can we go for a walk after I've eaten? I feel like i need some fresh air, think I'm starting to get cabin fever"

"Anything you want doll" he called back.

"It will probably make you feel better getting out the house for a while" Steve smiled over at me "clear your mind"

"Yeah i was thinking the same, i just wanna get back on my feet, the more I'm resting the worst i feel"

"At least your eating more now and keeping food down" Bucky added as he came in with a tray of soup and a bread roll "you had me worried" he said placing the tray on my lap.

"Oh i know, he even asked me if i was pregnant"

"Are you?" Steve asked with wide eyes making me roll my eyes.

"No! Dont worry there's no baby.... I'm just sick" i chuckled shaking my head before turning my attention to my food "mmm smells so good".

"For the record, i wasn't worried that you were pregnant. I was just asking a question"

"Oh okay" i laughed, the look on his face when he had asked me this morning told an entirely different story!

After i had eaten we went for walk around the park and it actually did make me feel a bit better. The evening was spent cuddled up with Bucky and the girls on the sofa which was so nice, id missed this the past couple of days.

I was laying in bed later that night when i felt a hand brush over my thigh and an arm wrap around my waist, a warm body press against my back.... soft kisses placed on my neck.... deja vu hit me like a ton of bricks and i sat up turning quickly to look behind me, Bucky looked at me like i was crazy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah..... yeah I'm fine" i nodded "sorry Buck" i said quickly with sigh of relief.

"Hey what is it?"

"I just had to make sure you were you....."

"Okayyyy.... who else would it be?"

"No one, i just..... i had this dream earlier that kinda freaked me out" i laid back down shaking my head before telling him all about it "Steve woke me up because he heard me shouting for you"

"But it was just a dream babe" Bucky said pulling me back into his arms, his body curling around me protectively from behind.

"I know" i said quickly "it just seemed so real....."

"I got you" he mumbled in my ear as he buried his face against my neck "and for the record, i really wasn't worried that you were pregnant.... i was just asking a question. Id be happy if you were"

"What?...."

"Id be happy. Y/N i love you so much and your already a great mom to my girls.... why wouldn't i be happy to add to our family?"

"Buck.... Thats the first time you've said you love me" i turned in his arms needing to see his face, to look into the eyes that melted my insides every time he looked at me.

"Ive said it so many times in my head doll" he admitted looking kinda embarrassed "i know everything with us has moved quick but its true, i love you"

"I love you too" i smiled pressing a quick kiss to his lips "i'll kiss you better when I'm not sick" i chuckled.

"You kiss me better now woman i dont care" he laughed diving on me and kissing me taking my breath away.

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geekygoddesss · 5 years ago

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The Boyfriend Tag [Luke Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview featuring Luke Hemmings and his girlfriend.

Words: 8k

“Hi, I am Luke Hemmings from 5SOS” He waves at the camera

“Hi, I am (Y/n)” I introduce myself shortly.

“and this is our take on the Boyfriend-Girlfriend tag” he explains shortly, holding in his hands the IPad, with all the questions “Let’s do this”

When and where did we first meet?

“Good question” Luke takes the lead before I can “It’s kind of complicated because we met back in high school, before I started with the band and all that, but, we met again on a frat party here in the states” he shortly explains.

“It’s a really small world, I’ll tell you that” I chuckle “We were on a couple classes together in school and I was always aware of your existence, you’ve always been popular, me not so much, we never really knew each other” I keep on explaining “but long story short, I study here in California and I was at this party and we...” I start, not really finding the friendliest way I could put it, it was complicated.

“Hooked up” he completes for me, not finding it to be a big deal, apparently.

“Yeah” I admit, not helping it but blushing “Which is funny because I don’t think he recognized me at any moment”

“I didn’t” he says, raising both of his eyebrows at that fact “When we left the party I was drunk, I’m not going to lie, but I just kept looking at your face and I was like... I know you from somewhere” he points at me and smiles, almost mimicking the moment.

“Of course” I roll my eyes, bumping his shoulder with mine “but I look a lot different now, I don’t blame you, In high school I was -y’know- pretty big and I wasn’t the one who talked with guys or people, but I got in better habits and lost so much weight, by now I look completely different than I did before, I wouldn’t recognize me either” I shrug, completely understanding why he wouldn’t know who I was.

Looks are looks and we didn't see each other for a long time, it’s normal.

“You do look different but still I feel a bit guilty because I remember you helping me back in the day in like... chemistry and stuff, maybe physics” he mentions, shaking his head “We weren’t complete strangers”

I nod “Your mom used to tutor me too” I mention as a fun fact, laughing when his eyes widen a bit at the reminder.

“Geez, that’s true” he chuckles, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand “Why didn’t you ask for my help? I knew a lot too” he asks in curiosity.

I shake my head “I don’t know. First, I didn’t know you at all and two, you’re distracting” I scoff, caressing his cheek “your face is trippy” “I know it’s so ugly” He laughs, following my joke and leaning into my touch “I wouldn’t like to have to see me while tutoring me, That’s like study suicide, right?”

I nod, laughing hard at his statement, which wasn’t completely true but still it was funny to hear from his mouth. Luke is a smart guy, but the two of us together could be messy.

“Dork” I laugh, nudging his head aside playfully “Moving on“ I announce, grabbing the IPad and moving on with the questions.

Where was our first date?

“Our first date was adorable” I say, letting a pout show on my lips at such an adorable memory.

Thinking about it only made me smile the brightest, I’m glad this question came up.

“You think so?” Luke said with a smile, looking over at me.

I nod, I thought it was obvious. “Yeah, it has a special place in my heart” I admit with a little shrug “It was about four days after the party, after we slept together I left your house in the morning and gave you my number, four days later you texted me saying ‘u good?’” I say, not helping but letting my laughing slip into my story while I talked.

It was such a simple thing, but quite funny, for me it was such a miracle that he even remembered my existence after that night, he seemed like the kind of guy who always had a better girl to do.

“Literally” he laughs with me, leaning in to bump my shoulder with his “No, I took her to this parking lot, sounds really creepy but it’s not I promise, it’s on a hill so it had a great view of the city” he explains in all seriousness.

“And he bought pizza and some Ice cream, I enjoyed myself” I smile, going in to grab his hand.

“It was nice” he answers, lacing our fingers together “I also realized, you’re pretty cool, we didn’t talk at all in high school and I came to realize I might have missed out” he shrugs, looking at me with those big puppy eyes.

My heart melts.

“Aw” I lean to kiss his cheek shortly “It’s funny, you and I weren’t friends but I was friends with Calum, not Michael, but Calum” I mention as a fun fact to the camera.

He nods “Yeah, he told me” he chuckles, squeezing my hand “Anyways, that was our first date, I think it was a pretty good start” he says, finishing the question up and grabbing the IPad from me.

I have nothing else to say more than to agree, that was the whole story, short and sweet.

“Hell yeah it was” I nod once to the camera, and we move on.

What was your first impression of me?

I look over at him for a long second, already knowing my answer and trying to moderate the weird smile coming out of my lips.

“You’re going to hate me for this” I mumble, raising my eyebrows at him and taking a peek of his weird look, to then explain it all. “it took me a second to actually go and talk to you and when I did, later on when I noticed you were flirting, I thought, isn’t he the guy who’s dating that X factor girl?” I admit, letting a playful chuckle come out of my lips as i dropped the bomb.

His eyes widen, I bet he didn’t saw that coming, we never mention stuff like this, but I was speaking the truth, I would be lying if I said anything else, that was exactly what I thought.

“Goddammit” he cursed, shaking his head at that mention “don’t tell me you used to watch that show” he said and I nodded “this is new, by the way, I didn’t know this crossed your mind” he said, totally amused.

“Yeah every week, and your ex was there, I remember that clearly, She won” I chuckle, almost needing to mention some kind of proof that I actually did know his ex from way back. “but that’s my point, I saw you together before and I thought you were still a thing and I was like, Is he cheating...?” I said, almost imitating my exact thought on that moment.

“No” he immediately answers shaking his head “We were a thing, like four months prior we met, but not at that time, I was alone” he explains, looking at the camera shortly “She’s cool though” he shrugs, not really making a big deal out of it.

Not like it was a big deal anyway.

“Yeah, she’s nice” I shrug, for the couple times I’ve seen her, she was pretty cool. I move on and turn to him with a questioning look “What did you thought about me?” I ask with a small smile.

He clicks his tongue, almost making some time to think of an answer, but apparently, his mind is a bit blank.

“If I’m honest, I don’t remember the very first thing I thought, I was drunk, so things seem a little blurry from the start of that night but I remember once you we were talking about something, I thought...” he says, leaving a dramatic pause “She talks to me like she’s known me forever and I like that” he mentions, looking over at me.

“I mean.... not exactly, but almost” I shrug, leaning to kiss his cheek.

“Almost” he mumbles, turning to my direction and staring at me directly “I also thought you were really sweet and I like your sense of humor, in general I just Felt really Welcome”

That answers makes me melt, it was so sweet, he is so sweet.

“Aw, that’s so cute” I say in adoration, leaning straight on his lips and pecking them shortly “crap, now I feel bad, my first impression was the worst ever” I pout, staring up at him.

“It’s fine” he shrugs, not really mind it, apparently.

But really, we never really made a big deal about stuff like this anyways.

When did you meet my family?

Now, this was an easy answer. “The first time I met your family we were in Sydney” I start explaining “It was not long ago, we were there for a week and we had this big family getaway for one day, It was the very first time I met your entire family” I smile, looking over at him and leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “Oof That was such a good day” he says, smiling at the memory.

I smile too. “It really was” I chuckle, nodding at the camera “my mom made the biggest batch of ravioli, his mom loved so much that it had them talking for hours” I explain, sighing dramatically at that mention. Luke just laughs. “honestly, the woman just kept speaking until the conversation was so strong, not even Luke or me could interfere to talk to our own mothers” I shake my head, being kind of dramatic, but having a fair reason for it.

Luke stares at me funny for a couple seconds and keeps himself silent, I wondered if he wanted me to continue the story, but by the way, his eyebrow raised, I guessed he had something to say and I certainly did not want to miss that.

“Are you saying that because your mom shushed you?” He asked, giving me a funny look, like he was suppressing a laugh. I nod harshly “Yeah! What the heck?” I exclaim, shaking my head “She is sometimes a bit rude but I love her, anyways” I roll my eyes at the reminder of that moment.

Long story short, my mother happened to be so in the story that when I tried to add something, she shushed me and moved on with the story, which Luke’s mom didn’t seem to notice at all, but I was certainly outraged about for a good minute, but I went back to my boyfriend and eventually forgot about it, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. “My dad was in charge of the barbecue and it was funny because where the grill was there was nothing but a whole lot of man there” Luke added as a good fact. “Your brother, your dad, me and my brothers, it was man zone and you” he chuckled, sneaking his arm around my waist and squeezing. “I blended in well, thank you very much” I bragged, rolling my eyes “I mainly did a lot of this and a lot of this” I say, hugging him tight and then pressing my lips against his cheek “but it was better than being shushed by mom a second time” I shrugged, with a winning smile, kissing his cheek again. “Our first family event was good, it was the first time we got to know each other’s family and it also felt like a reunion, because oddly enough some of our family went to school together, so there was a lot of catching up too” He nodded to the camera, adding a lot more to our little story. “It was adorable though, don’t you think?” I ask him, looking up at him and looking for his eyes to meet mine. “Definitely, it was cool” he turned to me, pressed our lips together and looked back at the camera “moving on” he announced, so we do.

Who said “I love you” first?

Luke blushes instantly with this question. How cute.

“Aw, I did” he admits, looking down at his hands as he spoke.

I smile “Yes he did” I say, leaning to kiss his shoulder “Who gets to tell the story? I think both points of view are great” I mention, looking up at him.

I didn’t mind telling the story, but I knew he also would like to be the one to tell it, so it was up to him to say who should be the one on taking the lead. However, he looked just as clueless as I was with that question, and as he shook his head, he said to me.

“Flip a coin, flip a coin”

Making it the biggest and only solution we had for something like this. It was dumb, but flipping coin has been our decision picked by choice since the very beginning of our relationships.

“This is exciting” I mention, taking my phone off my pocket “I have an app for that in my phone” I say to the camera as a fun fact while I look around the screen and select the handiest app I have.

“Heads” Luke called first when the coin starts flipping. He always said the same thing.

So it lands and it drops in heads, he won. He always did, it was not the app, he was just a lucky guy and now I had to sit down and listen, my side of the story would have to be told some other moment, now is not my time.

“I tell it then” he said with a big smile, sitting up straight and looking at the camera “Basically, until this day, I can’t help but feel saying it might have been a bit rushed, we haven’t been dating for long and she was never in a real relationship before so, I think maybe for the time we have had going out and about, I still feel like I might have said it way quickly” he admits, pursing his lips together as he shrugs. I frown a little. “Aw, I don’t think so, it felt right, you know?” I shrug, not really agreeing on its entirety with that statement. “Yeah! I mean, of course” he nods as he keeps going with his explanation “it was this day when we were traveling back from... Mexico, if I’m not mistaken” he said, starting the story “We were on the plane back and we were literally sleepless, we had one full night of sleep and completely active mood on the way back” he mentioned “I think the difference between this time and the past times I’ve done this first step, out of all of them this one has been the one who felt more like a moment of realization other than something I thought of for a while” he admits to the camera “We were watching a movie and she was like completely distracted with it, I got distracted from mostly my thinking and I just said it” he shrugged, finishing the story.

.That was the big story, that’s how it happened.

“It sounds like a simple moment but for me it felt like a lot” I added, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “For me too, I didn’t think much about it beforehand, but once I said it I was like, shit” he said, his eyes widening a little “But I really meant it, it came from heart even when it was brought up at a random moment” he shrugged. “I loved that” I admitted “because now only I got to see what your feelings were in a moment where all you were doing was reflecting on your own mind, this isn’t something you felt forced to say, you just spoke your mind in a pure way” I said, smiling at the thought.

My boy was a pure soul, he spoke his feelings straight from his heart and I appreciated that in so many ways, I guess that's why we connect so well. I love him just the way he is. “I love you” he mumbled to me. “I love you” I repeat, leaning and kissing his lips shortly. I look at the camera “Isn’t he cute?” I say, squishing his cheek, even when I knew he didn’t love that, but I couldn’t help it.

I could do it all day, he is the cutest guy I’ve ever known.

What dressing do I always wear?

“funny” I say with a teasing tone as I look at him up and down and point “those stinking boots, that’s my answer” I said, laughing as he looked down at his own shoes and frowned.

“Hey” he said, acting offended, crossing his leg over his knee and showing off his left boot “they’re nice, don’t call them stinky” he pouts to me innocently. “Sorry, I can't help it, they’re ridiculously expensive and that kills me” I admit, shaking my head “plus, they’re like good but not that especial”

I spoke my truth. The day Luke spent that much money on a pair of boots was the same day we had a bit of an argument, not that extreme, but still it was a lot of money he could have spent in more useful things and those pair of boots were certainly nice but not worth that much money.

“Ah” he said, looking down at it and touching the leather of the boot “I like them lots” he admits “they’re casual, for me, I like wearing them because my stylist mentioned it makes every outfit more elegant but doesn’t make it fancy looking, if you know what I mean” he explains to the camera “it’s an everyday kind of deal, you got this black leather, not real leather, may I say, and then this stars around here, that I think plaster my style pretty good” he shrugs, not caring at all on my thoughts on them.

“They really do” I say, agreeing with him on that part “they’re still like so expensive, though, damn” I hiss, as an instinct.

He laughs at my reaction, finding it funny in a way. He leans forward, put his finger over my mouth and makes a quiet “Shush” with his lips. I don’t fight it, I just shut my mouth, I can’t really question his purchases when it comes to style, that’s his deal.

“For you, I’m going to say, denim” he answers, looking at me straight “you were denim a lot on the daily basis, however, asides from that, the one thing that has been like your staple ever since I’ve known you is this guy” he says, reaching out for me and grabbing my hand to raise it up high.

Something really outstands from my wrist and it is a couple of fabric rings that are covering it and that never move from where they are, it’s not a surprise at all that Luke chose this as his answers, he would be right. “My scrunchies” I point out, smiling at the camera “Yeah, these are usually essential, since I was very young really, living in such a hot place made this a vital piece in my looks” I shrug “you never know when you’ll need them”

That was just the pure truth. “Right” he nods, letting me put down my arm “I actually remember you back in high school, on this school dance, you wore like a full formal dress and a red scrunch, it stood out for me” he laughs at the memory “Damn, Yes” I cringe because that was certainly a hard one to remember “I mean, that was probably those times when Sydney was just a living hell, I’m just going to say that” I shrug, mentioning that fact before someone could forget.

As much as I love our home, it could sometimes get too hot. “Agreed” he nods at that mention “Just from remembering that I’m sweating” he says, pulling a little bit on the edge of his shirt.

I laugh, I can’t deny I found that quite funny. “Uh Huh, right” I say, rolling my eyes. This time I go and steal the IPad from his hands because now it was time for me to ask the questions.

Weird habit of each other?

It doesn’t even take me ten seconds to answer that question.

“Luke sings, all. of. the. time” I say, emphasizing my answer by slapping my hand on the table.

I can see from the corner of my eyes how Luke starts blushing from that, apparently not finding this one the most suiting for an answer. I can hear him laughing in my ear, I bet he was waiting for some other answer that could expose him, but now was not the time to reveal those. “Hey” he says, acting offended “that’s not a weird habit, I object” he shakes his head, but nothing he could say would make me change my answer. “No, i think it is” I nod, being strong with my answer “even on the most uncomfortable moments you will hear him try to reach like falsettos in the kitchen” I chuckle “I once had Jazz playing in the living room, I love jazz so I usually play it when I am having a good day and all, and you know there’s parts were musicians just kind of loosen up and improvise” I explain a little “well, like was in the garage and I heard him bopping and beeping a whole melody by himself, all alone” I laugh a little, not really containing myself “or maybe it would be at four in the morning in his studio, whatever suits him best” I shrug. “Point taken” he laughs with me, shaking his head as he turns to look at me straight “does it bother you?” he asks me before he can move on from this.

I shrug. I love to hear him sing, he’s very talented, and I love that he experiments with his talent as much as he can, but sometimes his little habit could be a lot for some people. Lucky for me, it never really bothered me, but there were times when maybe his singing could become a little stressful.

“Not at all, I just think it’s funny” I answer him, reaching out to caress his cheek lightly. I didn’t want him to feel attacked, I was not that serious about it. “really babe, really” I kiss his cheek, feeling him soften up with my touch. “Alright” he mumbles, turning to the camera to say his part “Well as in for you, I do have a weird habit, I don’t know if this is anything new for you but it is a little weird when you are like chillin -like- on the couch and from one moment to another your leg just goes” he doesn’t say much, he just raises his stretched arm up high and goes back “and you keep it there” he laughs, making it more exaggerated when he goes with his other arm and squeezes my thigh. “I’m trying to pop my hip bones!” I argue, completely blushing at that “It’s difficult okay? And I’m flexible I gotta make that useful” I excuse, like that would make it less weird. “Sometimes it would be like, she stands up and goes like a crab” he tries to explain, going to stand up to do the motion, but the second he tries to get up his seat I am the one taking the lead and grabbing his arm. “Lies!” I exclaim, making him sit down again “Oh my gosh Luke” I laugh, hiding my red face on his shoulder and from the rest of the word. He laughs hard, apparently finding extremely funny his comeback to me, and I gotta say, this is probably his best move he’s ever done to me and I respect that. He definitely got me speechless with that one.

“Don’t be embarrassed, babe, it’s okay” he comforts, still laughing as he hugs me.

I shake my head “Can we just pass onto the next?” I ask, not wanting to carry on with this at all.

He nods, and with that, we just go on with the interview.

How long have we been together?

“We are six months long” He answers before I can “We turn one year in February, next year”

“On Valentine’s” I compliment his answer as I smile and lean my head on his shoulder. That answer alone made me smile the brightest.

“Yeah, fun fact” he chuckles to that mention “that’s how you know we actually have big plans, not just a date or whatever” he nods, turning to me and kissing my forehead.

“I’m looking forward to that” I say, already growing excited “See, we usually throw the best dates, best getaways, I love those so much and being our first anniversary, god...” I sigh, imagining all of the possibilities “it will be quite a ride” I state, letting that dumb smile take over my face.

“Yes it will” he assures me, kissing my forehead softly “You don’t even know”

I look up at him and he looks up at me, I don’t want to ask or say anything, but there is something in the way he is looking at me that tells me he already has plans and that makes me nervous. I go to say something but I immediately shut my mouth, I try to say something else, but I shut up again, I don’t know if saying something will trigger something else. “Okay” I say, looking away from his blue eyes “I don’t even want a hint, I’m excited already” I chuckle to myself, looking down at the device in my hands “So..” I say, dragging my finger through the screen.

So, we move on.

What is the most public thing we’ve done together?

“We do this thing sometimes where we will go on Instagram and actually do lives together, every once a week or so” I explain shortly as I shrug, not really hesitating with my answer since it was already obvious. “Unlike others in this band, this is not the most public thing we’ve done, I would say that for social media we are pretty transparent” I state, looking at my boyfriend just to see his reaction to my answer.

Answering for both of us could be a lot, especially since we often differ on a lot of things.

“I agree” he nods, looking at me shortly “I actually like doing lives with you, we have a good laugh on those” he smiles, nudging me.

“We do” I chuckle “Fans ask the craziest questions, I think I have never been asked more in my life about our sex life than in the last three or four lives” I laugh. I could quote every single of those questions right now, but this is a family-friendly show and we must keep it that way.

“I mean, they asked you if I kept it 70’s” Luke mentions with that teasing smile on his face that can only remind me of my reaction when that came up.

“Dude” I say, my eyes widening to that “I am glad I didn’t have to answer that about myself if I am honest” I chuckle, shaking my head to that.

Sometimes too much information could be too much.

“I could have” He teases back, going in to kiss my forehead.

“Anyways” I say, waving that away before something could slip out “in conclusion, we do go unfiltered in social media and real life, obviously, but still we don't really overexpose ourselves, if you know what I mean” I add to our question, making that clear before people could jump to conclusions.

“We manage to keep it low in a way” He clarifies, complementing my answer.

I nod, agreeing with that. “I was saying this earlier actually, but even though we don’t hide from the public, I like posting pictures of us, however I don’t like bragging, which is a common misconception that sometimes fans like to use referring to how sometimes I would share things of us, but I don’t do it out of a bragging feeling” I say, also making sure I clarify that.

Out of the couple pictures I have posted with Luke, there is always people that like to do those kind of statements. It hurts, it will never stop hurting a little bit, but the best I could do for that was to suck it up and move on, I chose this, now I gotta live with it.

“I know baby” he comforts, rubbing my back “It’s normal though, it happens” he says in all honesty “I think how we keep things by the time, seems like the right thing to do”

I couldn’t agree more with that. We like going public and it is fun, but there are things we don’t like to show and keep it to ourselves, that’s our magic and we’ll keep it that way.

“It does” I agree, not having anything more to say.

We stand strong with our answer, that is all that matters.

First thing you noticed about me?

“Dude, your eyes” I say, very fast, as soon as I read the question out loud “I don’t think I remember anything clearer than that” I say in honest words. His eyes were something that I won’t ever forget.

“But, from when we met in high school or…?” He says awkwardly after I stated my answer. There was always going to be that question since we practically met twice.

“Yeah, all the way back in high school, I don’t remember very clearly how you approached me but I do remember thinking, wow” I say, mimicking that moment “Yours are honestly the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen” I say, staring into them “I like that a lot, it’s trippy” I admit shyly.

He blushes a little, I love that.

“Well, thank you, I guess” he says, chuckling awkwardly “it’s nice to know eye contact isn’t dead after all” he shrugs at that.

I laugh “Of course it isn’t” I say shaking my head before nodding on his direction once “so?” I ask, waiting for his answer.

“The first thing I noticed about you was probably your moves, at that party” he admits, with a bit of a smile on his face “boy you do know how to dance” he nods at the camera, almost proud of it “That’s how we re-met actually, I danced with you and then I introduced myself” he said, adding that up before moving on.

“Which is like every story from everyone who dances as much as I do” I chuckle a little bit, he rolls his eyes “But thank you, I am glad you like my moves” I say, almost flattered for this.

“Of course” he smiles, going in to kiss my forehead “It is really a boring answer, I can’t go deeper than night, for the tenth time, I was wasted” he clarified once again.

“Yeah you were” I confirm “that night you woke up and were like oh you’re here” I laugh, remembering that exact moment like it had happened yesterday.

He woke up completely disoriented, with a headache and hungry. Finding me there was certainly a surprise and I could understand why.

“We-” he starts saying, but seems to be completely cut off as he laughs “We don’t need to talk about that” he says with difficulty, not helping his laughing as he remembers that moment.

Those were our first steps as a couple, we weren’t proud of it at all, but it was a start. However, even when our start was rushed, we still had a lot to look forward too, and we were sure as Hell it would be better. For now, all we can do is show the world just that.

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stay silent, trying to think of anything to answer this question, but apparently, nothing really comes to mind with this one. It feels like forever. It takes us a minute, then two, by the time minute three comes around, we both look at each other with that clueless look, trying to see if any of us got something to say, but apparently, we were both blank.

“Oof, I have no idea” He sighed, leaning over and resting his weight on his forearms.

There was only one thing I could say, but in my opinion, I didn’t find that any interesting.

“I have one” I announce, getting his attention “Remember that time when we were camping and a bee stung you and you had to take off your shirt because you couldn’t find the bee?” I ask, he nods. By the look on his face I realized he had no clue where I was going. “I realized we have the same birthmarks” I revealed, raising my eyebrows, trying to make that a bigger deal than it actually was.

It sounds weird and not realistic, I know.

“No way” he frowns, looking over at me “I think that is impossible, babe” he says, shaking his head.

I knew that already, but I was being serious.

“No, it isn’t” I shake my head as well, getting up from my seat to prove a point.

This needed to be shown.

I raise my shirt first halfway, probably alarming the sound crew and Luke at the same time, making myself seem like if I was about to show anything else but that was not it. I turn around and show him my lower back, where a small stain lays on my right side.

“See, this one, you have it too” I tell him and I show everyone. Then turn around and show the one on my stomach “and this” I point. Fix my shirt and then show my wrist “and this” I finish revealing, to then take my seat “Tell me it’s impossible now” I challenge him, waiting from him to prove me wrong.

He is just blinking as an answer, probably trying to find any logic that can explain all this, it was very weird.

“I can’t” He says, his eyes completely wide “Now that is a fun fact” he chuckled nervously “Is this like those movies? Where everyone is like ‘you’re my soulmate’?” he says in a bit of a mocking tone.

I laugh “I’ve been waiting for you all my life baby” I follow his lead, throwing both arms around him and kissing his cheek “My love for you shines like a thousand suns from the moment you touched my butt” I recite dramatically, leaning in and pecking his lips.

He laughs hard. Who would have thought I would reveal a pure fact from the day we met?

“Expose me, why don’t you?” he rolls his eyes after I let out my joke.

He is embarrassed, I can sense it, but that’s okay because it is all for the sake of playing around. I knew it didn’t totally bother him.

“I’m joking” I clarify, just in case, kissing his cheek again “but yeah, for now, that’s all the fun facts we have” I speak directly to the camera, to then slide the IPad on his direction and consider him the honors. “Next”

He takes the device, and with that, we carry on.

What’s the biggest thing you’ve done for each other?

I am not the one answering at first, he is. Before I could even think of something he was already taking the lead and revealing an answer from his side. It was like he already had it thought out.

“One day we went on this date, she was just coming back home after like, two weeks in Sydney, didn’t have a clue I was planning on it, neither that I was in town so when she came back to her dorm I made sure to build a surprise up” he explained, trying to paint a picture for everyone. “I bought her a dress, we went out, we walked around the city until sunset, it was crazy” he said as his conclusion, leaning back on his seat and staring at me, looking for a reaction.

My face lights up instantly, I was loving that answer and I loved that this was the one thing he chose to say because that was for sure one beautiful day I would not ever forget.

“That was the best date ever” I say, resting my heart on my chest “Still can’t believe you’ve managed to do that” I say, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

He deserves all the kisses in the world just for that.

“Honestly, I’m very proud of it, not going to lie” He chuckles, turning and kissing my forehead “As far as our relationship has gone, I think this is the biggest thing I’ve done” he mentions with complete honesty.

“Aw” I smile to him, reaching to caress one strand of his hair “I don’t know, I think the biggest thing I have done for you it’s baking things for you, I’m always on that deal” I shrug, making that the only answer I had.

I haven't had the time to plan out a good surprise for him ever since we started dating. For me it was complicated, I had too many things going on at once in my life, constantly; thinking of an elaborated surprise was almost mission impossible, but I would find the time for that, sometime, I don’t know when, but one day.

“Oh my god, those are fire” he says at the mention of my baking “She’s a good cook” he points at me with a proud look.

“I love cooking” I shrug, not having much to say about that “so every time I see he’s super busy or just wanted a bit of relax, I try to bring something, it’s fun for me and I like how excited he gets, so it’s a win-win” I chuckle, at my small explanation.

He nods, agreeing with my words.

“It’s a win-win however you want to see it, because after eating we are always energized” he says, smiling at the camera and nodding, then nodding again and again.

I didn’t know if it was awkward or if I should ignore all that, but something in his look told me, this came with second intentions.

“Dude” I frown, nudging his side, even though he wasn’t saying much.

He turns to me, acting surprised and with wide eyes, he looks at me weird and says “What?” he asks with a funny look, I throw another look back at him. “Oh you’re the overthinking it, not me” he laughs, waving this whole thing away.

I roll my eyes, he laughs. Sometimes I swear he is worse than a twelve-year-old, for real.

“Anyways” I say, shaking my head “Lets keep going” I announce before he could go any further with his silly jokes.

Tell us a secret

Like in previous questions, for this one, we both stay quiet, almost as if we were thinking of something to answer that but couldn’t find anything worth saying. The truth is, none of us felt like putting a valid answer there; it would be too much information and we didn’t need that to be public.

So I take the lead on this one. I lean on the table in front of me, look straight to the camera and say three little words that had gotten me through various situations and lead to different outcomes.

“Luke sucks balls” I whisper to the camera, then leaning back on the chair and making myself comfortable.

There was silence in the room as if no one really dared to comment on that and I get it; but in this situation all I had to do is look at my boyfriend and see his reaction, because is the only one that really matters.

“I am supposing you say that because you have balls” He says in a serious tone, looking at me in the eyes.

I chuckle “Yes, bigger than yours” I state, nudging his side softly.

“Ooo” He said, acting offended, opening his eyes wide open like he was actually surprised “This took a turn” he said, laughing, to then shake his head and say back to the camera “We’re not telling you secrets” he says, shrugging.

I nod, agreeing with that “The mystery keeps the flame alive” I tease “or so they say” I say, winking to the camera.

“Indeed, baby” he nods, kisses my cheek and grabs the IPad. We were almost done with this one.

Favorite feature about each other?

“Your eyes” he answers first. Which almost seemed like a competition because I already had my answer and was about to speak. He laughs, points over at me and says “I stole your answer” he mocks, kissing my cheek.

“Yes! you bitch” I laugh, pushing him away playfully.

He shakes his head, kisses my forehead in comfort and says “Well, I mean it” he says with a smile on his face “They are pretty and I enjoy a lot looking at them” he admits, being honest in his answer.

My heart melts a little “Thank you” I say, kissing his cheek softly “I will say, your complexion” I answer, going in and stroking his cheek slightly “Bad side of it, whenever you get a pimple you can see it from a thousand miles away, but, it’s funny because it matches mine” I laugh, pinching his cheek “It matches so well that he has worn my foundation” I shrug, stating a fact.

“Yeah, true” he nods, leaning in my touch “we match so well”

I nod “Soulmates” I say, singing it out a little as I look at the camera “Get on our level”

What do we argue about the most?

“Dude” I answer first, my eyes wide as the answer came to me “For some reason our biggest discussion ever has been how it is apparently impossible for us to harmonize” I laugh, founding it so funny that I couldn’t really say that sentence without breaking to laugh.

“Did we actually argue about that?” Luke asks, being a little weird out by me laughing so much.

“Yes, we did” I laugh, not being able to hold myself together at all “Let me explain, it was this day were they were working and Luke had to record and stuff” I start the story “In the meantime, Calum and I were just messing around the piano and we sang a song and then Luke came in and was like ‘what the…’” I try to imitate the moment, along with the face he made, but I was laughing so much I was losing it, obligated to stop talking before I lost my breath.

“It’s treason, I’ve been trying to tell you how to do it but you don’t listen” he excuses his tantrum with one proud voice.

“Excuse me” I touch my chest in one defensive move “it is actually not my fault I can’t harmonize well with you and I can with Calum, babe, you know that” I say, making that clear before he went on.

He hisses, he knows he can’t really argue with that, so he shuts his mouth from whatever he could say and just accepts that I’m right.

“Yeah, that’s true” he said sighing “Oh man, this is pissing me off a little bit” he admits, shaking his head slightly.

I pout “No” I say in a whine, leaning my face on his shoulder and kissing it better. He could be sensitive sometimes. “Let’s continue” I say, waving this all off and moving onto the next.

Nicknames for each other

“I call you bubba a lot, actually” I answer first, not really thinking about it twice. This answer just came out naturally “You could say that is my nickname for you, aside from the usual Lu and stuff, I always call you bubba or bub” I shrug.

I don’t dig on it too much, those were already the usual names I would go for on the regular ever since I started dating, it was the default so I went with it a lot. I wasn’t the most creative either, so in my defense, I was not the best for making up new ones, I would always stick with my usual ones.

“Yeah” he nods, to then move on with his side “I usually go with your childhood nicknames that your mom told me” he chuckles “Bunny, nugget, sort of that stuff” he mentions just a couple, even though he could probably name hundreds “If I am feeling spicy I would say bumblebae” he adds in a proud voice.

“Which is considerably terrible” I mention, but I don’t mean it at all.

“I disagree” he shakes his head with decision “my personal favorite, cuddle muffin” he said, again, being really proud of his answer.

He looks back at me for a second, then back at the team, seeing if anyone had anything to say about his choices on nicknames, but no one said a thing. It was not a terrible nickname, but it was definitely not the best, if someone asked me.

“Jesus” I sighed, shaking my head “you made that up I swear”

He laughs. “It’s a thing” he says in some kind of defense “Personally I think I am the king of nicknames” he states, giving himself a title out of the blue.

I laugh. “You swear” I say, shaking my head.

Because apparently now Luke is putting himself on a pedestal.

“I do” he winks at me and takes the tablet from my hands.

We were almost there, we didn’t need to stay in this one any longer.

What’s something you are thankful for?

We didn’t know what to do when this question came up. If we were supposed to hold hands, stare at each other deeply, take this in private, we didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. When Luke shifted into his seat and put the IPad down I knew he was up to something, because he was about to say some serious stuff and he wanted me to listen.

So he grabbed my hand, made me focus on him and started speaking.

“I am thankful for finally finding someone who really feels like could be the person that will bring some kind of stability into my life” he says in soft words as he starts his answer “I have had a rough couple of years, when it comes to relationships. For me, I have been hurt a lot, one of those relationships ended badly and the others didn’t but still when you break up with someone you will always feel that emptiness which always makes you wonder weather if you are doing things right or not” he explains, painting a pictures of what has been going through his mind “I am thankful for finding someone who I feel I have known all my life and that I feel like I can continue growing with as time passes, I know this is only the beginning but I love you a lot and I am hoping for many more years with you in the future” he says, raising my hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

The honestly reflected in his words makes me completely head over heels for him. My throat feels like it has just been tightened in a knot and I can’t speak clearly, but I go past that. Grabbing his other hand and pressing both close to my chest, I make sure he hears me because now it was my turn to speak up.

“I am thankful for having a person that makes me feel loved and has taught me to love myself like I have never done” I say, speaking from my heart as I look at him straight in the eyes “it might sound stupid but with my situation, after losing more than a hundred pounds and literally stepping into a new lifestyle, living in Los Angeles has been anything but easy for me, people look good, people is confident and even when I want to pretend I am, I feel

like I am none of those things” I shrug, my voice cracking slowly as I speak “I am thankful that you’ve known how to look past my past and have come to appreciate what I am now and showed me why I should always put me first, even when I know you could be with someone better” I say, and this is when I lose it. Tears start rolling down my face and I sob.

I don’t think I have ever said all of those things out loud in front of him, and it felt incredibly difficult.

“I love you, Luke” I say, going straight for him and wrapping him into one tight hug. One that felt intimate and needed. I needed him close to me.

“I love you” he says in a whisper, kissing my hair “so so so much”

He rocks me softly in his arms, he holds me until my sobbing quiets down and I am ready to face the world. I didn’t expect myself to break down like this in the middle of an interview, but sometimes I get a little sensitive. Once I feel like my breathing goes normal, I look up, everyone is looking at us with awe and that makes me blush, I almost can’t believe this just happened, I would like to just sit back straight and act as this didn’t happen but that would be silly, so I just look at the team in front of us and nod at them.

“Thanks a lot for this” I say with a soft smile, thanking them for their time.

“Thank you” Luke repeats right behind me “That what fun!” he says, and I agree.

This has been an interesting experience, I was truly thankful for it, so, until the next time, this is a wrap! and I had a hell of a good time with it.

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theodorecanaryhood · 5 years ago

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Family business part 2

Mob!Tom Holland x twin sister reader x Harrison Osterfield

Rufus Del Monte gave back what he owed, you felt great after getting praised by your brother. See it wasn't easy growing up with Tom, no matter what, he would get everything. After your parents died, your brother became your boss.

'Hey y/n, Tom said he won't be back until tomorrow' Harrison said as he walked into your club.

'Ok, thanks Oz. Who's got Theo?' You asked

'Was wondering, as I need to go with Tom, if you could take him?' Harrison asked you, you rolled your eyes

'You both know I have a business too right?'

'We know, just can't leave Theo alone' Harrison replied, you nodded and smiled,

'Fine, I'll look after him, but he'll have to hang out here' you informed, Harrison smiled at you as he turned to walk away.

...

Theo was colouring in your office of the nightclub, the music was blaring from outside but he wasn't really bothered by it. You walked into the office every 20 minutes or so to check on him,

'Hey little prince, you ok?' You ask, Theo smiled brightly and nodded at you, you couldn't help but smile back at the little 3 year old. Carbon copy of Tom. Good thing he was nothing like his Mother, she left before the cord could even be cut.

There was a sudden bang, music cut and screams were heard, you jumped and Theo stopped what he was doing.

'Hide, stay here till I come and get you' you called to Theo as you headed for the office door.

In the club were three men holding guns, wearing masks and everyone inside the club was cowering on the floor.

'Nobody move, unless you feel like dying. We're here for the riches so stay out of our bloody way' the leader called,

'Hey' you shouted over the silence, the men looked at you and chuckled, one of them even wolf whistled at you, 'can I help you gentlemen?' You asked. The three men looked at each other as the leader chuckled,

'No thank you sugar tits, but that dress will look good on my bedroom floor later' he says, your skin crawls at his remark,

'You do know where you are right? Ocean lounge, I'm y/n Holland the owner' you inform, one of the men almost drops his gun as the leader studies you,

'Holland? As in, Mafia Holland of London?' He asks, you nod, 'shit' he says in response,

'And New York, I have a rule about my club, you can have all the fun you want. No guns allowed though I'm afraid, so I think I'll take those' the leader holds his aim to you, standing his ground. There are a few gasps from the club goers.

'Back up, you might be a Holland, but you don't run shit' the leader almost screams, you chuckle,

'Gluskin, Trager' you call out as you whistle, two rottweilers run into the room and stand next to you, the men look at them and then at you, 'these are my dogs and believe me when I say, the will attack and kill on command' you inform calmly, the men back up as the dogs growl at them.

'Ok, ok' another of the men says,

'Now fuck off' you say, the men run out as everyone looks at you shocked, 'as you were' you say as you walk over to the bar and grab a whiskey. The music comes back on and everyone stands back up. You walk off with your dogs trailing behind you.

...

Inside the office you walk in and grab Theo from under the table, giving him a tight hug and big kiss on the cheek.

'Don't worry little prince, you're safe now' you whisper,

'Did the bad man get hurt?' Theo asks you as he looks at you with his big brown eyes, another trait he got from his Father.

'No, they left when they saw Gluskin and Trager. Everyone is safe, no one got hurt' you answer as Theo hugs you again.

...

Tom had enough of Rufus Del Monte spreading rumours after his encounter with his sister, so he went to his warehouse to confront him. The second Tom walked in there was shock looks from everyone.

'Hello, no one panic. I'm looking for Rufus Del Monte' Tom said as everyone hesitated to make eye contact with him.

'He's not here Mr Holland' a man said as he approached him, 'he's in his office in Finchley'.

'What happened to your nose?' Harrison asked the man, the man looked down at the floor,

'His little lady broke it' he replied, Tom saw red as his remark and glared at the man, deep into his eyes.

'That little lady you're referring to is my twin sister, she has a name. Also, I see that she has made an improvement to that shit heap you call a face. Where is Del Monte's office in Finchley?' Tom spoke.

...

At Rufus Del Monte's office, Tom and Harrison walked into the building in their suits. The young girl at the front desk, probably around 20, never noticed the two until they were right in front of her.

'Hi sweetheart, we're looking for Rufus Del Monte, could you please direct us to his office?' Tom asked calmly to the shocked girl, she pointed to a brown door at the end of a hallway as Tom winked at her, 'thanks'.

Walking down the long hallway and to the brown door, Tom knocked on the oak wood. A swift 'come in' from the other side came and Tom walked in with Harrison.

'Holy sh...Mr Holland, I...' Rufus said as he shot up on his feet, 'I wasn't expecting you'

'Hello Rufus, been a minute' Tom said with a small smile, Harrison sat down in the brown leather couch as Tom walked over to the desk where Rufus was standing, 'need a word'.

'I gave you what I owed you, after that chick came and cut my hand off' Rufus said,

'Don't be dramatic, she cut off half your pinky, and that chick is my sister' Tom said, Rufus looked at his bandaged hand as a reminder of y/n's threat...she was right, he did wish he bled to death.

'Earth to Rufus' Tom said as he snapped his fingers, Rufus' head shot back up and he made eye contact with Tom. Tom's eyes were dark, not just because of the colour but because the Holland gang had seen a lot in their time, carried a lot. Tom was carrying anger mostly.

'Sorry, what did you want to speak about?' Rufus asked as he sat down, Tom stayed standing, towering over the man from the other end of the desk.

'Wanted to ask you what the fuck your problem is, also why you're spreading shit' Tom blurted out, Rufus' eyes widened.

'I simply forewarned another leader about your sister, she's almost as dangerous as you' Rufus said simply, he wasn't defending himself. No point.

'I also wanted to ask if you were behind the attack at Ocean lounge?' Tom asked, 'me and my sister talk, she said some guys showed up with guns' Rufus smiled and leant back comfortably in his seat,

'Was testing her, see how well she could do under pressure, she is intimidating I'll give her that much' Rufus says smugly, Tom's eyes grow even darker,

'You threaten my family, you threaten me. My son was in the club when it happened, I swear to God either of them got hurt' Tom said, Rufus held his hands up,

'They weren't there to hurt anyone, the had orders not to shoot unless they had to. Also, they weren't my men, they were just some criminals looking for some money. I just pushed them in that direction' Rufus explained, Tom was getting angrier now, Harrison was just sitting observing.

'You're fucked mate' Harrison exclaimed as he chuckled, Rufus looked confused as Tom walked over to Rufus' side of the desk.

'Apologise' Tom said, Rufus held in his laughter, 'think this is funny? Threatening a bunch of innocent people, my 3 year old son?' Tom spat, 'you're a disgrace, you shouldn't be in charge of anything, you don't even deserve to live' Tom said,

'Now wait a second I...' was all Rufus could get out before Tom pulled out his gun and shot Rufus in the throat. Rufus was bleeding out as he gargled and gasped for air, holding his neck that was gushing with blood. Tom stood over him and watched him die as the blood poured out. Rufus took his last dying breath as Tom turned around to face Harrison, who then stood up.

'Might wanna wash your face before you leave, maybe a clean shirt too' Harrison said as Tom glanced in the mirror to see blood had splattered onto his face and shirt.

'Let's get out of here' Tom said as he wiped his face with a handkerchief, walking out the way they came in. The girl on the front desk heard the gun shot and was shocked when she saw Tom walking out wiping blood off himself. Everyone else around was rushing to get out of the way.

...

At Holland manor, you sat with Theo as he was on the IPad playing a game when Tom and Harrison walked in. Tom changed his shirt quick before walking in the room, smiling at both of you.

'Daddy' Theo shouted cheerfully as he ran into his Father's arms, Tom picked him up and spun him round. Your dogs were sitting with you, one of the sofa and one of the floor by your feet. When Tom put Theo back into his feet he smiled at you,

'Hey sis' he said, you smiled back and stood up, walking over and giving Tom a hug, which he returned. You didn't hug your brother very much as it wasn't seen as 'professional', also Tom wasn't the most affectionate, but tonight neither of you cared.

The rest of the night was spent with Tom, Theo, you and Harrison playing games together on the iPad until you all fell asleep.

#tom holland x you #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland #english #male actor #actor #british #british actor #british accent #x y/n #x you #sister #brother #twins #siblings #mobster

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oboevallis · 5 years ago

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the watch

“You didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell me my mother was in town?” Amelia halfway shouted at Meredith in the hallway near the daycare where they just dropped their kids off.

“Well, I got busy and it slipped my mind. I’m trying to get used to you not living in the house anymore, so you don’t get all the information I have the minute I have it.” Meredith defended herself losing her patience.

“Are you mad I moved out?” Amelia asked still mad about the whole situation.

“No, it’s just an adjustment. I depended on you.” Meredith was trying to deflect her true emotions, she really missed the neurosurgeon.

“I’ll still help with the kids when I can. I’ll always be there for them don’t worry about that.” Amelia tried to reassure her sister in law.

“I know, I just m-you know never mind I have surgery. And your mother will be at my house at 7 to have dinner you better be there.” Meredith said as she walked away to go start her morning.

“Awww, were you going to say you missed me?” Amelia asked as Meredith walked away, a wave was the only thing she had gotten in return.

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“Mils, there is a baseball game on tonight. I know your not the biggest fan of baseball, but I was thinking the three of us could watch together. You know Scouts first viewing experience of baseball. I mean it’s nothing like when we take him to his first in real life game, but it should be a lot of fun!” Link enthusiastically said wrapping his arms around his girlfriend who was filling out a chart at the nurses station. Amelia placed the IPad into the charging slot and turned around in her boyfriends arms.

“I wish I could, but my mothers in town. So I have to go to Mer’s to have dinner with her and the kids. Even though all I want to do is watch baseball with you and our baby.” Amelia pouted.

“Oh, umm do you want me to go with you or?” Link questioned.

“No, no I already put you through enough with her.”

“Amelia you know I don’t feel that way.” Link smiled at his girlfriend.

“I know, but I will tell her about you and Scout...eventually. But there is something I need to pick up from home so I’ll come home with you two and feed Scout before I go over. Please put him to bed at a reasonable hour though.”

“Deal-io” Link smiles kissing his girlfriend.

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Amelia rummaged though the jewelry box that was under the bed she shared with her boyfriend. It was a mess, necklaces tangled together, loose earrings floating about, and broken bracelets. She really had to clean it out and organize it but this wasn’t the time. Her hands then felt leather. It belonged to the watch her father owned many years ago. She shoved it into her pocket and made her way to the kitchen where her boyfriend was popping popcorn. She went up to him and kissed him.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Link asked.

“I should be asking you that. You’ve never been alone with Scout a long period of time before?”

“We’ll be just fine.” Link reassured his girlfriend giving her another kiss. “Good Luck!” He shouted as she exited their apartment. He silently prayed everything would go ok between his girlfriend and her mother and that he would be able to handle Scout.

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“Auntie Amelia!” Bailey shouted as he ran to engulf his aunt in a hug almost knocking her down. She had forgotten how big Bailey was getting.

“Hey, Bails how are you doing?” She asked as she picked him up, the weight difference between him and her son catching her off guard.

“I’m good, I miss you though when are you coming home?” Bailey innocently asked.

“Well, we’ve talked about this I moved out. But I’ll still see you all the time.” Amelia said quietly hoping her mother wouldn’t hear her. In response she got an aspirated sigh from her nephew.

“Hey mom.” Amelia said walking into the kitchen and her mother engulfing her in a hug.

“It’s good to see you kiddo.” Carolyn kindly smiled to her youngest.

The family sat around the dinner table eating the dinner Meredith surprisingly prepared with Zola’s assistance. The kids were soaking up every moment of their grandmother who they didn’t see to often and when they did it was usually via video chat. Carolyn heard all about their favorite activities and how they enjoyed school. Though reminiscing Derek was the main topic of the night. The three older women shared stories about the man. All three kids soaked up every word about their father. Amelia was appreciative about that, that had distracted the kids and they didn’t ask any questions about their cousin or her boyfriend and if a question seemed like it was about to arise she would mention another story about her brother.

“Thank you very much for dinner Meredith. I think I will call a cab though and call it a night.” Carolyn said engulfing her daughter in law in a hug.

“Of course Carolyn, anytime. I can drive you if you want.” Meredith politely responded.

“Mom I’ll drive you.” Amelia suggested.

“Oh don’t worry about it.” Carolyn told her daughter.

“No it’s ok mom.” Amelia reassured her mother. She was finally able to convince her mother to let her take her to the hotel. Amelia asked if she could come in the room to talk to her mother. Which her mother complied, hiding her enthusiasm to be able to talk with her daughter. Her mother sat on the bed and Amelia situated herself in the desk chair in the room. After a couple minutes of silence Carolyn spoke up.

“Is there something you want to say dear?”

“Umm well I had a baby.” Amelia blurted out, immediately regretting it.

“I know, Addison had told me.” Carolyn said solemnly.

“Wait what? She doesn’t know?” Amelia was confused until she realized what her mother knew.

“She had called when she first found out about the pregnancy, before she knew about...And then she told me about the diagnosis and how you didn’t want me there or anyone. That was conflicting, I never knew what it was like, well at least then how it felt to lose a child I was clueless as to how to help you. So I just stayed back and pretended to be oblivious.” Carolyn admitted patting the bed next to her signal her daughter to sit next to her. Tears streamed down her face as she sat next to her mother.

“Well that’s not what I was talking about. And I don’t really want to talk about at the moment.” Amelia said as she wiped her tears and took out her phone showing her mother a picture of her living son.

“Who is this little guy?” Her mother asked gushing over the picture.

“Link and I’s son.” Amelia said smiling at the picture.

“The man you brought to dinner that night?” Carolyn questioned.

“Yeah.” Amelia said while chuckling. Carolyn stayed quiet as Amelia flipped through the baby photos.

“What’s his name?”

“Augustus, but his middle name is Scout and that’s what we’ve been calling him.”

“Can I meet him? I would also love to see Atticus again.” Her mother smiled at her daughter.

“Of course.” Amelia smiled sadly thinking about Christopher. And how he should of had the opportunity to meet her family and be happy and have so much love surrounding him like Scout was able to have. “Umm I have to give you something. I wrongly took it from you years ago and I’m truly deeply sorry.”

“Oh wow. Your fathers watch.” Carolyn was taken aback as her daughter handed her, her late husbands watch. “I thought I lost it.”

“I know and I’m very very sorry. I shouldn’t of taken it and I wish that I didn’t. It had a significant meaning to you and it was one of the only things you had left from Dad. And it also wasn’t right Derek never got to have it I’m sure dad meant for it to be passed on to Derek at some point. I was going to eventually give it to Bailey, but it’s not my place to do that.” Amelia said wiping away her tears. Carolyn sat in silence rubbing her fingers against the leather band of the watch.

“I forgive you.” Carolyn said ten minutes later, after she had processed the information she was just given.

“Mom you don’t have to forgive me.”

“Holding onto it made me upset and I think if I had it for any longer I would’ve gotten mad. What that man took from us, your fathers stubbornness, and I think that giving it to Bailey is a good decision.” Carolyn said handing the watch back to her youngest.

“Ok.” Amelia said softly wiping her tears. “Well I should get going.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Carolyn asked as she hugged her daughter goodbye.

“Yeah, I have the day off.”

“Ok I love you have a good night.”

“Love you.” Amelia said softly as she closed the door to the hotel room.

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“You look exhausted.” Amelia chuckled climbing into bed with her boyfriend.

“Yeah, Scout was a little more difficult on my own then I expected.” Link said kissing his girlfriend after his statement. “How was it with you mom?”

“It was good, umm she wants to meet Scout.” Amelia said playing with the neck of Link’s T-shirt.

“Ok, that’s good! Right?” Link questioned.

“Yeah, it just caught me off guard because apparently she knew about Christopher.”

“Mothers always have a way of knowing I guess.” To this Amelia chuckled in response.

“I love you.” Amelia said softly shutting off the lamp next to Link and laying down.

“I think I love you more.” Link resounded.

“Impossible.” Giggled Amelia in response to their cheesiness.

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mss4msu · 5 years ago

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“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 7)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1807

Warnings: Language, Reference to Violence

A/N: Because I know what’s going to happen, writing this chapter was a struggle bc I just wanna get to the good stufffffff. Thanks for keeping with me babeyeeeees.

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You spent the entire night over the toilet, your body alternating between bouts of vomiting and intense shaking that caused your whole body to convulse. The scenes of what you had seen replayed in your head and you gagged each time you thought of how hard James had beaten that man. After several bouts of dry heaving, everything went dark.

You awoke to the feeling of the cold tile floor on your cheek. You tried to push yourself up, but your head began to pound violently. You saw a bottle of water in front of you and reached for it, you didn’t know where it had come from, but figured you must have grabbed it from the car on the way home last night.

You contorted your face trying to remember what had happened the night before, which only made the blood in your head beat harder. You forced yourself to lean against the wall and put your head between your legs, praying for the pounding to stop just for a few minutes so you could gather your bearings. You took deep breaths in and out until the pain behind your eyes finally started to subside.

Once the pain was gone enough for you to think somewhat clearly, you began to go through the events of the night before. You had had a terrible day at work, and so you decided to go to see James at the club, you remembered that bit. You left work and had Peter take you home to change and then he took you for food and then to the club, you could picture that clearly enough. That’s when things got a bit fuzzy. You remembered getting to the club, someone leading you in, you couldn’t quite place the face in your mind, and getting a table in the front. You knew you had drinks brought to you, but you couldn’t recall the number or the contents. You had watched James sing, and the song had been catchy, but you couldn’t think of even one line from it. The song had ended, and you remembered sitting at the table and continuing to drink, but then nothing. You weren’t sure if you had seen James at all, you didn’t exactly know how or when you’d had gotten home, and you couldn’t figure out why you had woken up in the bathroom.

You heard a faint buzzing, and after realizing it wasn’t your headache, you began to reach around for your phone. It stopped vibrating just as you finally had it in your hand. You brought the phone close to your face, trying to get your eyes to focus on the screen. You had two missed call notifications from James and a few texts from him as well. You unlocked your phone and opened your messages.

“(Y/N)! Are you alright? You had quite a bit to drink at the club, so I called Peter to pick you up. I asked him to let me know when you were home safe, and he did, but I want to hear it from you too.” -- Saturday 12:02AM

“Don’t forget to drink some, or a lot, of water and maybe take some Advil. I’ll get to the bottom of who was in charge of giving you so many free drinks.” -- Saturday 12:03 AM

“Hey, (Y/N). Still haven’t heard from you and wanted to be sure you’re feeling alright after last night.” -- Saturday 8:17AM

Your lips twisted up into a smile at how considerate James was to be checking in on you. You sat for a moment with your eyes closed, thinking about how to respond. Finally you typed back:

“Hi James, I’m not feeling my best, but I’m feeling a lot better than I was just a bit ago. Thanks for checking in on me and making sure I got home safe. I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing last night, because I can’t seem to remember even if I did” -- Saturday 8:22AM

“Of course. I’ll have some food delivered to your apartment if you think you can stomach it. After all you drank, I’ve got to think you’ve got quite the hangover.” -- Saturday 8:22AM

Your stomach rumbled as you read his text.

“James, you really don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the thought.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“You bet, doll. I’ll see you later this week. Take care of yourself.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“Ok” --Saturday 8:24AM

You forced yourself up from the floor and clung to the walls as you slowly walked yourself to the kitchen, your head taking up its pounding beat from earlier. You fixed yourself a bowl of dry cereal and moved to the couch, gingerly laying down and placing the cereal on your stomach. You took a handful of it in your hand and stuffed it in your mouth, chomping away quickly, trying to appease your stomach. You finished your cereal and got more comfortable on the couch, quickly falling asleep.

You woke up to the buzz of your phone next to you. It was the number for the front door, and you answered hesitantly.

“Hi, I have an order for (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the voice in the phone said.

“Ok,” you said groggily, slowly sitting up, “Be right there.”

You got up and went to the door, the only shoes you could find were your Louboutins from James. You shoved your feet into them and hurried downstairs to the door.

“Here you go,” the delivery person said as they handed you a large bag.

“Thanks?” you took the bag and went back up to your apartment.

You sat back down on the couch and opened up the bag on your coffee table. On top was a single white rose. You brought it to your nose and inhaled deeply before gently setting it down and seeing what else was in the bag. You pulled out a large bottle of gatorade and immediately unscrewed the cap and took a long drink of it. Next, you grabbed a large container and one smell upon opening it let you know that it was bacon mac and cheese. You found a smaller container filled with chicken noodle soup. One last container had a giant chocolate brownie in it.

You picked up your phone and took a picture of your haul, and sent it to James along with a message that said:

“Thanks! This should revive me from my deathbed in no time.” -- Saturday 7:24PM

While James normally responded between minutes, you stared at your phone for three minutes waiting for a reply that didn’t come. You locked the screen and grabbed your tv remote. You put on the first comedy you saw and dug into the mac and cheese. Every minute or so you would pause to check your phone, but you still didn’t hear anything from James. You began to worry that maybe you had fucked something up while drunk. You put a movie on and tried to focus on the plot. When you decided to give up and just go to bed, your phone finally lit up.

“Glad to hear it.” -- Saturday 11:47PM

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you tried to think of what to respond. You ultimately decided not to send anything, as you were too tired to carry on a conversation anyway. You got off the couch, put the leftover food in your fridge, got ready for bed, and then flopped down on your bed. You fell asleep quickly.

You awoke in a cold sweat in the morning from the most vivid dream:

You were at the club and had wandered down a long hallway full of locked doors until you found a room at the end of the hall that was unlocked. You pushed open the door and a wave of blood flooded over you. You looked up from the blood washing over you to see James repeatedly beating a man. When James looked up at you, his eyes were pitch black and he had a terrible, evil grimace on his face. He came quickly at you, and you stumbled back down the hallway. You tripped and fell and James caught up to you. You woke up before you saw his face again.

You grabbed your phone, getting onto Instagram and going to the White Wolf and the Howlers page, needing to get the terrifying look of the James from your nightmare out of your head. You were able to calm down as you scrolled through the photos of the band and as you got out of bed and went about your day, the nightmare was all but forgotten.

On Monday, Peter Parker picked you up at your usual time. After exchanging the usual formalities, you sat in silence, wondering if you should ask him about Friday. For the sake of professionalism, you decided against it and continued the ride without speaking. When you got off the elevator at your floor, the new front desk person waved you over.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), I have a delivery for you.”

“Oh, thanks?” you responded with confusion, taking the box from them.

You walked quickly to your office, keyed in, and set your bag down so you could attend to the box. You opened it and found the signature James white rose inside. Under the rose was a file folder. You opened it and found a handwritten note on top which read:

“(Y/N), my apologies, but I will be traveling this week to check in on the investments you have already established for me and thus will not be able to meet with you in person. I’ve enclosed my itinerary for the week and will be in touch if I deem any of the companies undesirable upon meeting with them in person (of course, I’m sure I won’t as I know how hard you’ve worked on this, but one needs to be sure). Best, James”

Your stomach dropped at the idea that you wouldn’t be seeing James for at least a week and at how formal his note had been. You instantly began to worry again that it was because of something you had done Friday night.

You took the note out and found an iPad inside the folder. You opened it and found James’s itinerary and synced documents with your notes about each company. He was meeting with Oscorps Monday, SHIELD Tuesday and Wednesday, Pym Technologies on Thursday, and the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics on Friday morning. He had all of his arrival times scheduled, and it said he would be back Friday night at 6:00pm. At 9:00pm he had put that he was performing at the club. Your breath fluttered and you took this as a sign that everything was alright.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 2 years ago

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Close To You(Harry Styles x oc)

It started in the early morning. 6:45 am to be precise. It was a chilly Albuquerque morning, and the balloons were going up, as they always did that early. Leaving the house as soon as she could, starting the 20 minute drive to work like she did every day. Arriving at work with no problem, she was immediately called into her boss, Sofia's office.

"Em, could you come in here for a sec? And close the door?"

Emily's pov

I slowly walked into Sofia's office, closing the door and sitting down.

"Did I do something again?"

The older woman chuckles and shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to talk to you. Do you remember when Christopher said we were expanding into Europe?"

I nod my head, briefly remembering the conversation.

"Well, they want you and a few drivers to go to London for a couple months to start up. Your position would be my current one. The company is paying for your living space and travel, you are responsible for anything else. Interested?"

Wow. That's... not what I thought she was gonna talk to me about.

"U-um yeah I'd love to! When do I leave?"

She smiles.

"At the end of the month. You'll be in charge of everything and everyone there. I know you'll do great."

I smile and thank her. After that, the month flys fast. I pack what I need and it's shipped to my new flat and anything else goes into my mom's garage. On the day I leave, I meet the 2 drivers coming with me, Jackson and Adam, at the airport. At 4:30am. It's already too early and I need coffee.

"You guys ready for this?"

The two men tiredly nod and we trek to our gate after checking our bags. After about 30 minutes we begin boarding our flight. The attendant scans my boarding pass.

"Miss, it seems you've been upgraded to first class due to availability. Enjoy your flight!"

Adam, Jackson and myself just share a look and proceed ahead. I find my seat and holy crap it's nice. They find theirs in economy and we part ways. I take my seat and pull out my iPad, briefly starting to get some work done. The plane takes off and soon we land in LAX. The flight is a straight trip but I guess they had to pick up more people. I decide to put my work away and watch Demon Slayer instead. I pay no mind when I see from the corner of my eye, someone take the seat next to me. Jackson comes over to me to chat for a minute at that moment as well.

"Hey Em, do you have all the addresses for where we are staying? Ryan forgot to send it to us."

"Yeah. We're all in the same place, just separate units. We'll be fine."

He nods and briefly looks at my screen.

"Really? Demon Slayer again?"

I flip him off and he laughs and returns to his seat. After a couple minutes, the person next to her speaks up.

"Is it good? What you're watching?"

I take out my headphones and turn to the stranger, about to reply, when I see his face and my mouth drops.

"I-I um yeah it is. I-I like it."

He smiles and holds out his hand to me.

" 'M Harry."

I smile and shake his had. I'm pretty sure he could tell I was shaking.

"I-I'm Emily. I-it's nice to meet you!"

He laughs and I swear I could just die after hearing that sound.

"Y'must know who I am."

I nod and blush.

"I love your music. Always makes me feel better and brings a smile to my face."

He smiles.

" 'M glad to hear that. Love makin music and gettin to share it. Means a lot t'me that it helps s'many."

I nod and we talk for a bit. I don't think I've ever actually had this meaningful of a conversation with anyone before.

"S'what are you watchin? Looks interesting."

"Oh um that? Oh it's just an anime that I like. I've seen it multiple times. I guess I just like watching it."

I giggle and he smiles, filling my stomach with butterflies.

"Would y'mind if I watched with you?"

I nod my head and hand off an AirPod to him, moving my iPad in the middle so we could both see and I hit play. Somehow, through the flight, we finished season one and part of Mugen Train before we finally land. And I don't think I have ever been more disappointed. We both got up but before he walked away, Harry turned to me.

"I don't usually do this, but I want to see you again. Would y'want to maybe... exchange numbers? J-just as long as you promise not t'give it out...?"

"Y-yeah I'd love to! And I'd never do that! That's a betray of trust and that's one thing I refuse to do to anyone!"

He smiles and takes my phone, putting his number in it.

"Text me love. Would love t'get coffee with you sometime." I smile and nod, waving him goodbye as I wait for Jackson and Adam to meet me up front. I see them come up and Jackson is grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Shut it Miles. I don't want to hear it."

The two men laugh as we make our way out of the plane to baggage claim. I look around briefly for Harry and obviously I don't see him, causing disappointment to show on my face. So I decide to pull out my phone to text him.

E- Hi Harry! It's Emily!😊

H-Couldn't wait could y'love?😉

E-I could've! I'm just waiting at baggage claim and the two idiots I'm traveling with are teasing me!😒

H-Yeah? S'not nice. Should I come steal you away?

E-Ha! As much as I would love that, I have to get the three of us settled in and dispatch them. Maybe coffee tomorrow?

H-Sounds great! I know a great place! I'll text you the address😊 See you tomorrow love

E-See you tomorrow❤️

TIME SKIP BECAUSE MY BRAIN DIED

It's been a couple months since I met Harry. And everyday with him is amazing. We both work quite a bit but still manage to see each other a couple times a week. But unfortunately... I'm going home soon. With the hiring of more staff, I'm not needed and they want me to come home. And now I have to tell Harry. I'm waiting for him at our usual spot and I see him come up to me. I stand up and meet him halfway, walking into his warm embrace.

"Missed you love."

"Missed you too."

He caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead. I forced a small smile.

"Y'okay love? Look a little down."

"Y-yeah I'm fine. But we do need to talk."

He looks at me with concern as I lead him to our table and we sit down.

"So you know how I've been telling you how well things have been going with setting up the new branch?"

He nods his head in acknowledgment.

"Well... it's done. There's new staffing and multiple drivers... so they want me back home."

We sit in silence for just a minute.

"When... when d'you leave?"

"In 3 days...Look Harry... I don't want this to be the end of whatever this is between us. I like you. And these past couple months? You made me feel so alive. I've never felt this way before. I know this sounds corny but I don't want this to be the end of you don't..."

He pauses for a minute and bursts out laughing. I look at him in confusion.

"How do you always seem to take the words out of my mouth?"

He pauses for another minute.

" 'course I still want t'see you. I love spending time w'you. We'll work it out somehow."

He takes me out of my chair and hugs me tight. He pets my head and I start crying.

"Shhh. It's okay love. M'not lettin you go that easily. You're stuck with me."

"But I'm gonna be in New Mexico! And you're still trying to write your album!"

"You're forgetting about something though."

I just look at him in complete and utter confusion. Those are the facts though... how could I be forgetting something?

"How often have you FaceTimed y'mum while you've been here?"

"I don't know- probably like a good couple dozen- ohhhh! Duh!"

He laughs and hugs me tighter.

"Know it's not ideal but we'll make it work. And I'll come visit you o'course. Can't go long without my muse, now can I? Never get the album finished without you." I blush and bury my head in his chest, causing him to chuckle.

"I'm know you would do an amazing job finishing it. You don't need me for inspiration Mr. I like to write songs about sex."

He chuckles and lifts my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Course I do. I've written 2 songs already. Because of you. So I definitely need you. So stop thinkin so little o'yourself."

I nod, tearing up a little.

"Will you come see me off?"

He smiles and lifts me up.

"Really think I wouldn't? I'd never give up the chance t'see you, even if it is goodbye."

He kisses my nose, making me smile.

"Let's go get you packed up, yeah?" He grabs my bag and leaves a tip for the waiter.

"Wait you're gonna help me pack?"

"Course I am. Gotta get my time with you while I have you. And besides, we need to finish Edens Zero, don't we?"

I chuckle and nod my head. As excited as I am to go home to my family and my regular day to day life, I hate that I have to do it without Harry there with me. These past couple months have been amazing and he makes everything more fulfilling.

TIME SKIP TO THE AIRPORT

I woke up early this morning and I'm not ready to leave. Harry came to see me off though. I grab his hand and pull him off to the side.

"Something wrong love?"

I take a long deep breath.

Before I can finish, he grabs my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of his lips against mine. After a minute or so, he slowly lets go. He lets out a chuckle.

"Sometimes... I swear... you talk s'much that no one can get a word in."

I blush and bury my face in his chest until he pulls me out and places his finger under my chin, lifting my head up.

"I love you, Emily. I mean it."

I start to tear up a little.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Dunno, because I am an angel."

He batts his eyes at me and flashes that smile that I love so much.

"Oh hush. I try to be cheesy and you decide to be cheeky."

He chuckles and hugs up and we don't let go until they call for boarding for my flight home. He kisses me once more and I let the tears fall down my face. As soon as we let go, he wipes my tears with his thumb and smiles at me.

"Promise y'text me when you're home?"

I nod my head and give him one last hug and I let go, letting the tears fall.

A COUPLE WEEKS LATER

Things have gone back to normal for the most part. I'm back to doing my old job. It hasn't been too bad. But I miss Harry like crazy. We FaceTime at least 3 times a day and talk on the phone almost every second. He's been singing me to sleep recently and honestly I always wake up refreshed in the morning because of it.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, entering orders, when I see a name flash across my phone screen. I smile and answer.

E- Well hello there handsome

H-Hi love! What're y'doing later this week?

E-Oh, you know, the usual. Working and going to my sisters this weekend I think. What are you up to?

H-Oh, you know, just planning a trip to go see my favorite girl this weekend.

My eyes go wide.

E-REALLY?!

He laughs.

H-Mhm... Mum and Gemma wanna meet you. So... they were gonna come with... if that's okay...

E-I-I'd love to meet them! But isn't it too soon? I mean we haven't even made anything official...

H- That's what I said! But according to Gem, I refuse to shut up about you so they are insisting on meeting you.

I let out a little chuckle.

E- I guess if I'm meeting them, you should meet my mom and my sisters... well... some of them.

H-We'll be in Thursday. I'm booking hotels for mum, Gem and Jeff.

E-I'm sorry... are you expecting to stay with me?

H- I mean-

I let out a loud snort.

E- I'm kidding. Of course you can stay with me. But it's only a one bed so you can sleep with me or on the couch. I'll ask for Friday off and see if Sofia will approve it.

H-Don't worry bout that. We'll probably sleep Friday and explore later.

E-text me your flight details and I'll come get you Thursday after I get off. I can't wait to see you!

H- Me too love. I love you

E-Love you too Harry.

We hang up and I get back to work, never letting the smile leave my face for the rest of the day.

Special thanks to @puffpasstea for encouraging me to write this! Ily!😭

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booksandgalore · 5 years ago

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Mirrors of Pride [Yandere!BTS]

Foreword:

Taehyung's company is enjoyable when he isn't contemplating about the different shades of black-and-white filters. Sure, he cares too much about the number of likes he has on social media.

And, yes, maybe you have to reject taking pictures of him everytime he hands you his phone, but true friends stay with each other no matter what. You just need to overlook his growing vanity, and ignore all the warning signs when he starts talking about someone non-existent.

Author’s Note:

It’s my first time posting (cross-posting) a story on Tumblr! Bear with me as I navigate how to link, edit my layout, etc. Though if you do have an tips and/or pointers on how I can make my blog look more appealing, haha, then I’ll take them. Do leave a comment if you enjoyed it!

The blueberry gelato you purchased was going to melt soon, but you couldn’t even taste it until Taehyung had some pictures of himself with your gelato and his. Currently, you had snapped over fifty pictures, in different angles, too, and you got out of your seat to take more. The sweltering heat made your baby hairs stick on your forehead and all over your cheeks.

”Okay,” you said, handing his phone back. “What do you think?”

You stood behind his chair as you watched him scroll through the photos one-by-one. Taehyung kept zooming in on his face, only to pinch his fingers back out and focus on a minuscule detail like a wrinkle on the right sleeve of his clothing.

“Can you take more on your phone? Maybe it’ll be different,” he requested, peering up from his device to look at you, his neck craned back.

You ran your fingers through your hair and felt the sweat of your scalp through your fingertips. Although you took a shower this morning, you were going to have to shower again later.

Breathing deeply, you brought your phone out of your back pocket and snapped a picture of him in this position. Taehyung immediately took a scoop of his strawberry gelato and held the spoon to his lips. You took a picture, and another when he closed his eyes but still had the uneaten gelato close to his lips.

Then, a drop fell onto his chin. It dribbled down. You were about to grab a tissue off of the table to give it to him until he mumbled that you should continue. You did as he asked. The sound of the camera shuttering was all you guys heard for the next three minutes as Taehyung continued posing in different positions.

“You’re welcome,” you said, plopping down onto your chair. You reached for your dessert and found that it was half liquid. You looked over at Taehyung’s gelato; it was in the same state as yours, and you sighed.

Opening up Instagram on your phone, you started to slouch. Posts about vacations in California, Rome, and Beijing filled your timeline. Or was it feed? You were confused by the verbiage ever since Facebook bought Instagram and honestly where was the FAFSA police when you needed them? These "broke" college students shouldn't be out there living it up. And why were they on vacation when you still had two weeks of spring semester left? Did they take their finals early? When you were done, you handed your phone to Taehyung, who took it eagerly.

“Appreciate it,” he said. After browsing through the photos you took of him, he placed your phone down on his lap as he smiled at you. “I mean it. Thank you.”

You observed the silver rings on his fingers as he tapped on the table in a seemingly rhythmic beat. The rings were pretty. Maybe you should copy some of his style.

“You’re going to Korea soon, right?” You leaned back against your chair and splayed out your legs. A trickle of sweat ran past your neck.

It was really hot outside, but Taehyung wore a dark blue dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and had a black t-shirt inside that was revealed when the first two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned. He also wore black ripped jeans. Wasn’t it hotter when you wore darker colors? Beauty was pain, you guessed.

“Only for one month in July.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair as well. “Why? Are you going to miss me?”

“No,” You shook your head, “you’re going to miss me.”

At this, Taehyung laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling. “Get KakaoTalk so I can text you without getting charged there.”

”Why? So you can spam my phone with pictures of yourself? You already have a mirror.” You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Also, how can I get KakaoTalk if you have my phone?”

”You mean this?” Taehyung showed your device in his hand, but he made no attempt to give it back to you. “I can just figure out your password.” He was typing in a random combination of numbers until he unlocked your phone successfully.

Startled, you rose up from your seat as he shielded the phone away from you.

“Relax, I’m transferring the photos you took of me to my phone!” he said, huddling himself into a ball. The people around you stared at him briefly before chatting to themselves.

With the slit of your screen showing through the opening in his posture, you glanced down, realizing he was going through your Snapchat messages and replying back with a selfie of himself. How typical.

“Taehyung...” You grasped his shoulder. “I’m not getting Kakao if you’re being like this.” It was a fake threat, but he didn’t need to know that. Honestly, you wanted him to stop because Hoseok was in your contacts and you knew Taehyung wasn’t fond of his step-brother. If Taehyung found out, when he already confessed these deep feelings of disdain about Hoseok to you, then you weren’t sure what he would do. He had a vanity problem already, and some slight possessive attachment in his friendship with you.

However, Taehyung continued mass replying to your friends.

”Taehyung,” you tried again, shaking his shoulder roughly. He didn’t budge. “Alright, I guess I’m gonna get your phone.”

He straightened up and stared at you. “I don’t have anything to hide, (Name). You know me. Do you have something you want to hide?”

“No.” You swore your heart skipped a beat when the lie rolled out your tongue.

“Then we’ll look at my phone together. It’s only fair, right?” There were moments where Taehyung sounded peculiar, and this was one of them. Was it something in his tone, or was it this… aura that he emitted? Either one led you–dare you spoke of it lest you became a bad friend who misinterpreted things and blew them out of proportion–to be cautious of him.

”Here.” Swiping his phone off the table, Taehyung placed it on your palm. ”The password is two, five, six, eight.” He wasn’t taking his hand away from yours, so you inputted with your free hand the code he gave you. The rings on his fingers provided a cool sensation on your skin despite the ongoing heat from the sun.

“You can check my texts," Taehyung suggested. "You can read through them."

You bit the inside of your cheek while you hesitantly tapped on his conversation with Taeyong, a mutual friend. There were Korean characters you couldn't decipher. The words were too advanced, and you only learned the language when Hoseok taught you sporadically. However, you did catch onto these English memes Taehyung and Taeyong shared with each other. You thought you were invading Taeyong's privacy somewhat as Taehyung encouraged you to keep scrolling.

"See, (Name)?" His eyes bore into your own. "I've got nothing to hide."

"Yeah, me too," you blurted back, letting him keep his phone and yours for now. You returned back to your seat.

Friends need to accept all the aspects that come with a person whether good or bad, you reminded yourself of this as Taehyung scrutinized the photos in your camera roll, eyes trained on his appearance and whatever it meant to him as he explored the saturations and color schemes he could use.

You observed your friend for a few more minutes before redirecting your thoughts to the final exams coming up. The stress to think about the exams rather than on the behavior of your friend had eased your mind considerably. Soon, you began to daydream off-topic about fast cars and towering mansions as Taehyung continued to edit his pictures.

Smiling unconsciously, you then remembered how you were a bit vain yourself. You had three thousand, one-hundred-seventy-five dollars and thirty cents to your name before. The rest of the money was in your latest Fila shoes, and in the latest iPad Pro that you cradled to sleep every night. When your three thousand, one-hundred-seventy-five dollars and thirty cents to your name dropped to a staggering fifty-dollars, you had promised for a new year, new you, and you made a resolution to curb your materialistic tendencies in the middle of sweet old July of last year.

“I’m going to change,” you declared to yourself, browsing through self-improvement articles online. You had another tab open, but you swore on your mother’s grave that you were just living vicariously through a YouTuber’s shopping haul and nothing more.

“I’m going to change,” you said to Taeyong and Jimin, your two closest friends, as you all painted random animals on a canvas. Hoping it will restrain the temptations of eating out and watching movies, you tried to love your newest hobby.

But people didn't change easily.

After all, we make money to enjoy money, you would say as you received your paycheck, the thickness of the envelope sending a familiar rush of adrenaline through the palms of your hands.

Soon summer break had ended and you were left daydreaming in your classes about the salary you'd get from becoming a doctor. You’ll have a stable job and a stable life, your mother would remind you in the living room every so often. You would doodle on the edges of your notes and wish that time could past by faster because you were stuck in a world where you were just you and the you then needed to step up from a measly five hundred bucks. Your fingers couldn't sprint against the piano keys as well as Jill, nor could you code websites in your free-time like Mr. Full-Ride classmate Jaehyun, but you did have money and it was what kept you going.

Money was entertainment. Money was activities. Money was the awe-struck gaze your parents looked at you with when you paid for the restaurant bill at a family outing. Money was whatever you wanted it to be, and it was breathtaking, inspiring, motivating, and, damn, your eyes were bleeding green, huh?

“How do you do it?” you had asked. “How are you so happy the majority of the time?”

“I’ll show you how,” Taehyung replied, one hand holding the strap of his backpack. He took out a hand-held mirror from the first zipper and gave it to you. “You have to love yourself.“

"And how do I do this...loving myself thing?”

“(Name), it’s simple.” He sighed, leaning closer to you to observe himself through his own mirror, a light red tint on his cheeks. “You think to yourself, you are everything you ever wanted.” Almost reluctantly, he peered up from the mirror to look at you, but you felt as if he never truly looked away, as if he was still tracing the contours of his nose and the outlines of his eyes, his lips, through the glare of the glasses perched on your nose.

“Beauty is on the inside.” He sighed again, placing a hand over his chest. “But it can also be made.”

You noticed the slight pout on his lips as he stashed the mirror away. He had never changed since high school. Always staring at himself as he walked past anything reflective, anything that resembled him, and you––

You had been snapped out of your memory when Taehyung voiced out a question.

"Should we go now? We have class tomorrow with Professor Smith at nine in the morning."

"Hm?" You blinked. "Ah, yeah, we should."

You threw your gelato in the trash and bidded a goodbye, heading off to your home. Developing a friendship with Taehyung was a journey, to say the least.

[next chapter]

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1985music · 4 years ago

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Assembly of the Gods

Twon, If you're reading this it's too late my G.

I'm never sure where to begin with these stories. Y'all remember when Nas spit a whole story backwards? Nevermind forget it.

The year is 2013, I believe, and it's a rainy night in the fall. My boy Robbie Maxx drags my wife and I to a Meek Mill show in Teaneck NJ, just to peep the scene. The parking lot is a mad house of course. We had to wait in line and shit, which wasn't the vibe. We finally get in the spot, it's already packed and the opening acts are doing their thing. This one performer caught my attention. This short, energetic kid with his squad on stage with him screaming, "UPPERCLASS!". The young boy with the name "TWON" gleaming off his hat was spitting some fire with no fear or nervousness to a sold-out crowd in his hometown. Pretty dope performance overall. Soon after his exit from the stage Meek would come out and make is presence known. I knew that wasn't the last time I'd see or hear from that Twon guy.

Some months later Maxx would headline a show at this spot called Mexicali Live (Debonair Lounge) and guess who he throws on the bill? You guessed it, TWONDON. It had been a while since I last saw the kid and this go-around the music was a bit different. He performed and did his thing much like the first time I saw him. He was chopping it up with his fans/supporters after his performance, so I had to wait to talk to him. I hate that sh*t. I was able to properly introduce myself and extend the invitation to collab. I'll admit our first encounter wasn't the greatest. It's always weird when a ni**a that doesn't know you tries to strike a conversation. He'll tell you. Although he knew of me as being Maxx's producer/engineer up until this point we hadn't had any extensive interaction. We exchanged info and that was that. He wasn't trying to hear anything I had to say that night though.

Now it's 2014, I was floating around to different events in NYC. One in particular was a private album release party for Mobb Deep (RIP Prodigy). I want to say it was their last album, "The Infamous Mobb Deep." I'm coolin' in the spot for a little bit and guess who I bump in to? Of course, Twondon. The first thing he says to me is, "Damn B, you get around". At this point this ni**a finally realizes he can't escape the God. This time we got a chance to really chop it up. He mentioned to me he was looking for a new spot to record and a good engineer. I had to get my boy right. The first track we recorded together was, "Life's a Bitch" featuring AZ. I remember Twon asking me, "Yo B, can you somehow scratch in the Acapella of AZ from Nas' "Life's a Bitch"?” and explained how he wanted it to cut in and out of the hook. I remember thinking to myself, "This ni**a has no clue this my f**king BAG." To make a long story short my execution of what he requested was flawless. In past interviews Twon has mentioned that "Life's a Bitch" was when he found "His sound."

Soon after Twon would make 1985 Sound Studio in Belleville, NJ his new home for recording. By this time I had already mixed a few singles for him including "4th and Inches" and "Run It" featuring Bizzy Crook and slew of others. There's this on-going thing where he'll say some sh*t like "Yo B, make me sound icy" and somehow I know what he means everytime. He also connected me with a few artists he knew including a young lyricist by the name of Dolla $ign Dunn who I continue to help with developing his sound as well. In the early stages of creating with Twon he had already had a lot of his beats picked out so he didn't really need me for production. I was just helping to cultivate that Upperclass sound through my mixing and mastering techniques. It wasn't until mid 2015 that discussions of his debut EP "Stay Golden" began to take shape.

After a session one day Twon asked me about a beat I was creating on my ipad that I previewed on Instagram I think. No stories back then this was all timeline action. He said "That beat sound like me."

I didn't think anything of it, I looped up the beat, added a few more elements to it and gave it up. No charge. That was the birth of the first single "Too Committed". He sat on the beat for a short time and came back to the studio and laid the 1st verse and the hook. Later on he told me that Smoke DZA would be blessing the record and executive producing the album "Stay Golden."

"TWON!!? Antwon!! Wake your black ass up it's 1 in the afternoon..." -Gloria's Intro (Mama Twondon)

Twondon's “Stay Golden” album was released December 8, 2015, a day after my 30th Birthday. I was in Vegas my ni**a. The project was well received. The song "Million Dollar Babies" off that project racked up 600,000+ streams on Spotify alone. The whole roll-out for that project was dope. I go back and listen to that project sometimes and I love the way it sounds. It sounds just like the title, "Golden." So much work went into it and I enjoyed every minute of it. There are 10 mixes on "Too Committed" alone. Occasionally I will hear my wife bumping "All the Above." She's also partially responsible for placing "Too Committed" in the Indie film "King of Newark" (2016)

After the success of that project we continued to create and build. The last few years I've watched Twondon evolve from rapper/lyricist to clothing designer to all-around entrepreneur. Yeah man, my boy was making clothes. I had to support him because the Upperclass Intl. collections were dope, simple as that. Every collection is limited pieces, so if you miss it for the week it's available it's over. His system is untouchable to say the least. He'll give you some dope music and then turn around and give you some fresh clothes. Young Nipsey traits for sure. The one piece I missed out on was this navy blue Upperclass hoodie he dropped. Still salty about that. He know.

The inception of "God Complex"

Summer of 2016 I locked in with my brother Josh. He would come to the crib on random days and cook up. Lay hooks, make beats etc. One of the hooks he laid was on "F**k What They Tryna Say," we both knew it was special. He laid it down and we never revisted it. Typical Josh sh*t. He's just a legendary soul. He's different.

2017 I relocated to Atlanta. Twondon and I would maintain our working relationship and brother-hood from a far. We would send sessions back and forth, long ass facetime calls and sh*t. I would send beats sometimes and I stumbled across that joint "F**k What They Tryna Say" again, so I sent it to him. He didn't have anything in his catalog like it at the time. He wrote to it in about 45 minutes maybe less and sent me voice notes of the verses he had. Just undeniable flame. Since he didn't have a studio to record in at the time, I arranged to shoot back to Jersey to handle some business and record his verses. We linked up at a Sheraton I was staying at in Weehawken NJ overlooking New York City. I set up my laptop and microphone, we had some "God-Talk" and we got to work. Needless to say this record "Fuck What They Tryna Say" is about to be 4 years old by the time you guys hear it. Timeless vibes. Around the time we recorded that song I was still dealing with the indelible aftermath of my own personal police misconduct situation. It's documented that US Police had already shot and killed 72+ unarmed black males from 2015-2017. The numbers continue to rise. The message in that song is powerful, heavy and very clear, Fuck what they tryna say. We're not naive to what's happening in our communities, but as you can see we still thrive anyway. So we dont give a f**k what yall talking about. Plain and simple.

"The skeletons in the closet is rising, the truth is louder than ever they kill us and televise it..." "FWTTS" - Twondon (feat Josh.GLPA)

These last few years have made me realize how important the artist-engineer and artist-producer relationship really is. We've gotten so good at separating our business and personal lives that when this guy hits my line and simply says, "Mr. Ross," my response is normaly "Mr. Gibbs?”, I know something is coming. Would you believe we've spent the last 7 years developing his sound to what you hear today? I've mixed and mastered over 30 songs, 3 albums and 3 EPs for Twondon thus far. So many email threads, text messages, phone calls and overtime to bring to life that Upperclass sound you know him for. “God Complex” is just a cornerstone of what we've been able to build together on this journey of ours. Songs like “199$” and “Trips Up North,” are the creative by-product of our extensive conversations about life, man-hood, spirituality and how we are limitless in our thinking and resilient in what we pursue. We are Gods in our own right. Like Ye said, "I just told you who I thought I was, a God". Just respect it. Hope you enjoy this masterpiece. More music on the way. It's Upperclass ̡

Written by Brandon "Plan B '85" Ross 1985 Music

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cardandpixel · 4 years ago

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RocketBook Flip - a rare review and it’s not a game!

Before I go any further, I feel I must point out that I don’t have any financial connection to RocketBook whatsoever – this isn’t a piece that was requested or courted by RocketBook or affiliates and I’m not receiving any reward or sponsorship either in product or direct payment for this article. I just like the damn thing and love it when an innovative piece of tech (in this case quite low key) just works. Hi I’m Paul, and I have a bit of a problem with notebooks – A4 lined, sketch, reporters, Black & Reds (ohhhh the sheer number of B&Rs), goofy ones, serious work ones, battered ones, pristine ‘for best only’ ones – and they all fill at an alarming rate. I make notes on everything. Working as a sound engineer and designer, there’s always mix notes, soundscape plots, ideas, VO notes and scripts, SFX ideas etc etc. At home it’s a very different story – it’s much worse. Game notes; blog notes; hurriedly scribbled quiz questions spurred by watching another episode of Mental Floss’ 500 facts about cheese; RPG notes and story ideas; my own script writing; world building; sketches; other creative ideas; song/music notes and ideas; and that’s before we get to to-do lists; and the dreaded ‘things I must remember’. So my journal life is many, varied and plenty. The usual issue is… ‘what frakking journal did I put that amazing idea in????’, and that’s way before we get to the utter horror that is possibly losing a whole journal or forgetting to bring one home from work. I’m 53, I forget more than I recall, and journals help bring some semblance of order to a massively chaotic and fertile brain. What I’ve needed for a long time is some way of organising all this info or centralising it in some way. Sure I’ve looked at apps – I used Things, Evernote, Notes, and One Note for years, and they are really, really good, but they relied on either having a charged device exactly when I need it (yeah – me too) or net access, which for a new-ish theatre, is surprisingly a bit of an issue at work. And the most important part – I actually enjoy the physical act of handwriting long-hand. I still write actual physical letters to people, it’s adorable and a bit creepy in this age, but I call it charming and leave it at that. Handwriting, for me, allows me time to think and process in a way that typing just doesn’t. Handwriting is slower, I rarely cross anything out, and so I always have the whole of the thought. So what I’ve ideally wanted for years, was a reliable way of organising all my notes and storing them electronically so I have access even without the actual journal, with OCR so they’re editable, and still being a tactile handwritten experience. I’m naturally a sceptic (I actually subscribe to Fortean Times – yeah – I card carry!) and so online ads and particularly FaceAche ads are a field day for critical thinking triggers. I don’t think I’ve ever received from Wish, exactly what I ordered from Wish. And so when an ad from RocketBook constantly kept popping up on my timeline a few weeks ago, I was naturally “it’ll never work” But their website looked legit enough – they had a dedicated UK shop, it was relatively steep to buy in but not so wild that if it didn’t work I wouldn’t be crying too much about the money wasted, and at the end of the day it was a 10th the price of a ReMarkable 2 which is actually what I thought would solve my problem. I’m furloughed at the mo and though I could argue the case for £300+ notebook (test me, I could), I just couldn’t justify it now. And RocketBook had a good summer intro offer. I ordered on the Wednesday, and the impressively glitzy and graphic-design-playbook poly package was dropped on my doorstep just 2 days later by my cheery postie who yelled up the drive “Package for ya, looks very exciting!!!!” I like that our postal service is still invested in the hopes and dreams of their customers. It was exciting. All the instructions for getting started with my new Teal RocketBook A4 Flip were right there before you even open it. The main body houses the pad and a cleaning cloth, and a clever little side pocket houses the supplied Pilot Frixion pen.

RocketBooks come in several models, all configured slightly differently. I have the Flip which is a top spiral-bound softback pad with 21 double sided ‘pages’ giving 42 pages in total. The Flip has lined paper one side, and dot paper on the reverse (great for D&D maps, impromptu tables, mixer channel plots etc)

DELIVERY & FIRST IMPRESSIONS The pads are nicely made, with sturdy covers (available in some really nice colours too) and a solid, thick plastic ring binding. Initially, The RocketBook does feel a bit odd. Its ‘pages’ are actually a synthetic polyester blend and feel quite shiny to the touch. The sort of surface you just instantly feel is not going to be great for ink! Each page is edge-to-edge lined or dotted with a heavy black border. At the bottom is a prominent QR code used for scanning and some very feint icons. These 7 icons are the key to the ease of use of the RocketBook series. But more later.

THE APP

The pads work with a companion app, that is absolutely free and available for Apple & Android. In fact, RB even do downloadable printable pages so you can try the whole system absolutely free before you buy – I didn’t, I just bought one, y’know. The app allows you to set up your destination locations, your preferences and does the actual scanning. Just one quick note, I have the app on both my phone and iPad and had to set-up the app the same for both, there appears to be no way of swapping preference settings between devices, though I can see why this may be intentional.

Currently, the RocketBook allows you to choose from the following locations to send files to: GoogleDrive, box, EverNote, DropBox, slack, OneNote, iCloud, OneDrive as well as simply to an email (or multiple) addresses and iMessage. Impressively, these are not fixed either, so you could choose your 7 destinations to be 7 email addresses of team members. These 7 locations are the icons at the bottom of each page. To select a destination for your file, you just make a mark in that icon box (tick, circle, something unsavoury) and that page will be sent to whichever you select. This makes the system very flexible indeed as not every page is necessarily sent to every destination. You always decide every time you fill a page. Change your mind on a second revision? No problem, add or change icons at any time and re-upload.

There’s a really handy table on the inside front cover for you to note what icon sends what where. This is also wipeable, so can be changed anytime.

I have mine set by default to:

Rocket > main email address (either as PDF, JPG, OCR embedded or as separate txt file)

Diamond > GoogleDrive (you can specify exactly what folder too)

Apple > iMessage

Bell > OneNote

That actually still leaves me 3 spare: shamrock; star; and horseshoe.

The app took me maybe 20mins to set-up, that included decision time for destinations and setting up a few target folders. It also included a few ‘test firings’. I didn’t get everything right first time and a few things didn’t send, but crucially, a tiny bit of digging revealed very simple troubleshooting (including the aforementioned issue with no sync’ing of phone and iPad), and all in I was finding the files in all the right destinations within about 30 mins. The website, FAQs and community are immensely helpful with any other issues as well. I had a tiny issue with OneNote seeming to take ages to sync, but I think that’s an issue with my OneNote settings, everything else was almost instantaneous. You can also handily set the app to auto-send as soon as it scans, or allow for manual review.

CLEAN UP ON AISLE ROCKETPAD The main reason I wanted to look at the RocketBook was the issue of reusability. My journal shenanigans are by no means the biggest ecological disaster on the planet, but if we are to believe Tesco (who probably issue as many receipts at our local Tesco Express in a day as journals I’ve ever used), every little helps. If I could find an ecologically better solution, I should at least take a look. The RocketPads work by partnering with Pilot pens called Frixion. The really clever bit is RB’s paper technology and how it works with the Frixion ink. At present, the pads only work with the Frixion pens – except the RB Colour which works with Crayola’s dry-erase crayons. When you write on the ‘paper’ with a Frixion pen, it remains wet for a few seconds and then dries pretty quickly. There’s no smudging whatsoever in transit, which is pretty cool. From then on, it may as well be permanent, until you have transmitted your page and decide you don’t want the text anymore. To wipe the page clean, you can dampen the supplied cloth and just wipe the surface clean, it’s weird but it works! But then damp cloth in your bag? So I use kitchen roll to dampen, then wipe dry with theirs. Others even have an adorably kitsch spray bottle in their kit. RB reckon if you are not going to use the pad for a few months, to clean the pages as the ink can get trickier to shift after a long time, but for day-to-day use, I’ve tried writing and wiping well over 20x and the page hasn’t become discoloured or tarnished at all. The only pad different in the range is the Wave which cleans by microwaving! Do NOT do this with any of the others, bad things will happen. The ink doesn’t take scrubbing or any time to come up, I clean my pages in about 10-15s. The page can feel a little tacky when it’s damp, but leave a minute or so and the page will be back to normal. RB do say that odd things can happen if the book is left near a heatsource or in a hot car, vis-à-vis, the ink can completely disappear horrifyingly enough. They say that putting the pen or the pad in the freezer for a little while will actually restore the ink, but I’ve not tried it yet so can’t confirm or deny how that goes. Handy for spies in hot countries though, so there’s another target market. If you are always going to send your pages to the same places, then don’t erase the marked icons, and the page is ready for new notes straight away, otherwise, scrub them too.

I CAN’T READ YOUR WRITING – ARE YOU A DOCTOR? Initially, the RB pads send their files as scans of the pages in high contrast monochrome (colour is available) when you snap the page in the app (which auto-frames for you and takes maybe 10s to capture). The formats are either as images or PDF. If that had been it, I would have been quite happy, but the RB pads have another trick up their sleeve. Firstly, they have a function called ‘Smart Titles’ which allows you to name your files directly from the page by writing a filename between double hashtags ie ## this is my scrawl 24/8/20 ## and the file will pop up in your destinations with the filename “this is my scrawl 24/08/20” – this is insanely handy – there’s no protocol except your own and the hashtags, and it makes your files super easy to search. You can even send groups of pages as a single PDF. But the notebooks go even further. They actually offer full searchable OCR which the app can be set to send embedded in the PDF or image, or more usefully, as a companion separate .txt file. Now, my handwriting isn’t the neatest, but it’s not bad so I was prepared for some editing to be necessary, but impressively again, the OCR was about 90-95% accurate. In a page of text it missed maybe 3 or 4 words and even those not badly. This is all considering their full OCR is still only in beta! It gets confused with diagrams on the page, but that’s to be expected.

Text Generated by OCR: ## Blog post och test Aug 2020 ## This is a little demonstration of the OCR capabilities of the Rocket Book pads and app. I've told the lovely people that the hit rate is about 90-95% so please dant let me down here flip pad. Hopefully the file name will also prove another point further up in the section and not make me look like some charlatan or snake-oil salesman.Hope you enjoyed this demonstrahen, now go away and leave me to write the next great novella.Bye!

HOW MUCH? On average, I pay anywhere from £4-8 for a decent A4 notebook/journal, so at £30-37 (dependent on model), the RocketBook pads are not a whim purchase. That said, I get through a lot of journals in a year, and given that I would expect to easily get 2-3 years out of a RocketBook pad, then I’ve saved money. Will it replace all my notebooks? No. You need to be thinking of carrying this round as a kit: pad, Frixion pen (at least 2), and cloth. RB do a series of portfolio sleeves for the pads but it does push the price up a bit still, but for a rep, engineer or salesperson, this still makes sense. They’re less bulky than a normal A4 pad too. What I would say is Tesco and Sainsbury’s currently stock Frixion pens and at much better prices than buying them from RB directly, I just paid £3 for 3 pens on offer at Tesco compared to £10 from RB. You get one pen with the pad, but you’re going to want more soon, so stock up next time you’re shopping for truffle oil crisps. If you use whiteboards a lot, RB also have you covered. Instead of the pad, £16 will get you a 4 pack of ‘beacons’ – little self-adhesive triangles that effectively do the same thing as the QR code in the pad. You don’t have the icon options obviously, but if you’re looking to distribute quick meeting or group notes, this would be a boon. CONCLUSION Considering this was a fairly speculative purchase on my part, my early experiences with the RocketBook Flip have been really impressive. The flexibility, the ability to store every page in a different location if you really wanted to make it fantastic for organising my notes, which can save me hours of finding the right ^^$&^$&$ notebook in the first place, then scouring that for the one paragraph I was looking for etc etc. The searchable text facility, in-app history for re-sending etc and last but no way least, functional handwriting OCR, makes the RocketBook not only novel, but actually useable! Would I buy another? As a second notebook – yes. I look forward to seeing what the actual longevity of the product is once I come off furlough and start cramming my day bag with all my junk and a notepad again, but yes, I’d probably just have one at home, and one for work, but make the last 5 mins of each day, scanning and sending work notes so I have them with me wherever. Impressively, the RocketBook Flip just works and it works well. ‘Er Across The Table has already sold several folk at her work on the idea and she doesn’t even have one herself yet! I love it. It’s taking a little adjusting to, but it’s all good. The most important thing though is the writing experience, and I have to say, the combination of the Frixion pen/ink and the polymer technology of the Flip, again, just works. It’s smooth, doesn’t skip or smudge for me (I know some right to left users and left handers have reported some issues) and feels great to write on. If anything I have to slow down a bit as the contact is so smooth that your writing can get a bit ahead of you! RocketBook have produced a cracker of a product. It might not seem like much, but if practical working journals are your thing (ie not create and keep things) then I can highly recommend the RocketBook series.

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nightowlfandom · 5 years ago

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Yandere/Crazy! Kim Namjoon- Body Heat (Part 2)

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Also hey! Do You guys want some music recommendations because I got a few, better yet I also know some bomb ass voice actor channels that would make you fucking CRY (in a good way of course).

Also I have been listening to you guys. Some of you guys actually enjoy a little bit of fright with your fan fic so HERE IS YOUR WARNING YANDERE CRAZY BOY AND BLOODY AND AAAAHH

Do not read if you do not want to read the dark side of yandere I’ll ever put a warning so you guys know where to skip. Also I do not encourage dating or fucking a yandere who legit hurts people for you, this is just a fantasy and should never translate into real life. Especially when you’re using celebrities’ likenesses. This is strictly for fun and please do not forget that. Yandere bf’s are cute in theory until they start all the stabby stabby

Read Part 1

Leggo.

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Namjoon shot up in bed, a loud gasp ripping through his throat. An ungodly horrible pain went through his head as he ripped himself from his nightmarish sleep. He looked around frantically, staring at the glass of water on his bedside table. Without thinking, he snatched it off the table and downed the whole glass.

“Ugh...” he groaned, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He frantically searched the area for you. His thoughts were but to rest when he looked to his side and saw your soundly sleeping body. He stared at your face, the rise and fall of your chest and the slight mumbled that left your mouth with each breath you took.

Good, he hadn’t lost you. He couldn’t imagine losing you. Ever. Even his thoughts loved to play mind games with him, but he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek, shutting his eyes tightly. His damn nightmares were getting the best of him again.

You had spent the night at Namjoon’s house one night after a special night. Oh, the feeling your your hot body moving is sweet synchronization with his. It made him want to wake you up and take you again.

He was knocked out of his trance when he saw your phone vibrating on the other bedside table on the side of which you were sleeping. Curiously, he grabbed it. He put in the password you so cutely gave him.

“Hmm what do we have here.” he mused quietly.

It was a text from who he assumed to be Jay. (Even though his Caller I.D was labeled “My First Mistake”)

Listen Y/N! That guy you were with! I’m trying to tell you he’s insane! He threatened to kill and feed me to you.

A low, quiet growl left Namjoon throat. “Jay, Jay...Jay.” he clenched his fist. “You should have kept your mouth shut.”he shook his head.” I’ll be sure to take care of you later...”

You groaned, turning in your sleep.”Namjoon? You’re awake?” you yawned, sitting up. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning.” he put on a fake smile, even though his rage was slowly building. “Your phone was going off and I didn’t want to wake you.” he showed your your phone screen. “Did I wake you?”

“Oh no, Namjoon you weren’t meant to see that. “you said sheepishly, looking down. “Are you mad at me?”

“Never.” he traced his fingers under your jawline. “I just wanna know why he’s saying this.”

“Well after than night.” you scratched the back of your neck. “He kept bad mouthing you to me, saying you were a psychopath and that you were gonna kill him.” you chuckled. “That if I wasn’t careful you could do something to me too.”

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully acting as if this was a surprise. Even though deep down he was dead serious. “I see...”

“I tried telling him to just leave me alone and that any chance he had of trying to scare me right back into his grip was impossible.” you rolled your eyes. “If you were a psychopath, I think I’d know by now.” you mumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey.” Namjoon put your phone down. “If Jay texts you again...tell me.”

“Wait what?” you raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?”

“Knowing him, he’d probably take other measures.” he kissed your nose. “I don’t want that.”

“Okay.” you nodded.

“Yeah?” he made sure you were serious. “Promise?” he got closer to you until your noses were touching.

“Yes.” you nodded, making him smile a little. Namjoon kissed your lips slowly, reveling in the feel of your soft lips against his. You were already starting to turn into the perfect obedient princess he knew you were deep down. He wanted you to stay with him, for a long, long, time. But....he couldn’t do that when there were obstacles in his way. Jay, for example and any other old flame of your that decided to make an appearance.

“Good girl.” he mumbled. “Very good.” He gently held the back of your head, reveling in your taste, in your touch. Out of sheer want, he abruptly pulled you into his lap. He was just sleeping but his tiredness was replaced by his primal list for you, and he was about to feed that demon again.

He tiredly pinned you to the bed, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. His tongue lashed against your warm flesh, sucking on the sensitive skin. He would have sunk his teeth into your shoulder but he wanted to wait.

“Hey. We were just at this a while ago.” you jokingly whined, making him chuckle. “How much stamina do you have?”

“I could go on forever without sleep if it meant I could use you to...charge me.” he smirked as he felt those familiar, but beautiful goosebumps rise on your skin. This time, he crashed his mouth over yours, hooking his arms around your legs.

Your bare bodies were flush against each other, you could feel Namjoon’s warmth from within your core and your body ached for more of his touch even more. Namjoon kissed down your body, tracing his warm mouth over the slope of your chest. He left hot open mouthed kissed over your collarbones, making you gasp.

That gasp, it was enough to make a growl erupt from his throat.

His previous thoughts of that nightmare had vanished, now he wanted you.

...

You were sitting in a cafe alone, texting Namjoon. He had been texting you all day, without even hesitating to reply. Not those short, dodgy, one worded, simple minded responses. His replies to your messages made you feel special like he really did care how you day was instead of asking just to ask.

You had sent him a picture of you making a funny face with your usual beverage in hand and were waiting for him to reply. You were pretty much enjoying it when Jay burst in.

Y/N, I knew you’d be here.” he sat in front of you.

“What do you want?” you asked boredly. “I’m busy.”

“Did you get my text?” he asked.

“About Namjoon being crazy?...Yeah and I gotta admit your humor sucks.” you sighed. “I don’t get it. You want me to be miserable don’t you. I was miserable with you, then I was miserable without you, then i got over you and then you made me feel miserable for trying to move on and now you want me to break relations with the first guy I genuinely like so I can be miserable again?” you ranted, losing track of how many times the word ‘miserable’ came out of your mouth.

“Listen, I’m telling you the guy is nuts!” he sighed. “He said he was gonna kill me if he ever saw me again. He threatened to lock me in his basement!”

“Now you’re just being dumb.” you shook your head. “You make it sound like he’s a character from those animes you made fun of me for watching.”

“He might as well be! I had a few people follow him.”

“That’s against the law.” you crossed your arms. “He could sue you if he found out.”

“Listen! One of my buddies caught him ON FILM beating the absolute shit out of a guy three days ago.” Suddenly an Ipad was slid in front of you. You could very evidently see Namjoon’s face on the thumbnail or maybe not...he was wearing a mask but the hair was a complete match. “Give me five minutes.”

You promised Namjoon, but now you were curious...what exactly was on this video? You had to find out....what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. (Or you....you hoped.)

You put in the air pods that he had given you and pressed play.

(If you don’t want to read yandere crazy boy killing then please skip this part. I will alert you in bold print when you can continue to read.)

You saw Namjoon or whoever this doppleganger was throw the first punch, it was so aggressive that the male stumbled back and you soon saw the face of the other male. It was your perverted landlord. You had told Namjoon about him and his words were.

If I see him, I’ll have a little chat with him.

You didn’t realize it meant beating the living tar out of him.

“Oh my god.” your jaw dropped as Namjoon basically body slammed the much bigger and stronger opponent. You couldn’t hear or understand what he was saying. He was switching back and forth between English and Korean and was talking way too fast to comprehend either language.

“You worthless piece of.....” you watch the bottom of Namjoon’s show become acquainted with the guy’s knee. If he could still walk after that then he was lucky. He kicked the guy in the nose and to make matters worse, Namjoon grabbed the landlord by the back of his shirt collar and drug him across the concrete, slamming his head into the side of the dumpster.

Your heart dropped when you saw him whip out a knife and stalk towards the landlord. A terrifyingly delighted laughter ripped from Namjoon’s lungs as he raised the knife. All you could say was you had never seen so much blood in your life come out of a single wound.

“....Now...have I made myself clear or do you need me to explain further?”

(Okay, you can look up now, violent part is over.)

“Don’t make me watch anymore.” you pressed pause. You were scared of what was gonna happen. “H-how did you find him. W-where was this recorded?!?” you tried to keep your voice hushed. You ripped out each airpod and threw them at him, not caring if he had to fumble to catch both.

“We saw him at the night market...” Jay replied, looking down at his knuckled. “He’s bad news Y/N. I know you hate me...but if anything happens.” he slipped a piece of paper towards you. “This is my sister’s phone number, she’ll help you out.”

You wordlessly nodded your head, you gave him his Ipad back. That Namjoon, that man...was not the Kim Namjoon you had met and grown to know so well. Your phone vibrated.

How would you like to go out to eat tonight?

Your froze. Did you want to risk it?

Sorry, I can’t....My job has me working all night.

You didn’t know for sure if you could trust him just yet. You weren’t even sure if you could believe Jay! You just needed to think.

...

You walked down the hallway to get to your apartment. On the way you were surprised (you had no idea why) too see your landlord who had a suspicious looking gauze around his arm.

“Oh Good. Boy, am I glad to see you!” you sped walk up to him. For some reason he looked weary, as if he didn’t want to be caught talking to you.

“What? Why? What do you want?” he asked quickly. Strange, usually you wouldn’t even want to talk to him and he’d come up with some stupid pickup line that made your skin crawl.

Oh...he probably didn’t know what you- Well he wasn’t dead or brutally injured...but that suspicious wrap had you thinking that maybe ....

“I wanted to check if you got my rent check, I know you have a habit of losing them.” you sighed. Correction, did he throw away the check purposely just to give you an eviction notice and scare you half to fucking death which would cause you to have to write another one and plead to him to not kick you out.

“Oh Yeah I got it don’t worry. As a matter of fact I found the other one six I lost so you won’t have to worry about rent for 7 months!” he said quickly. “No money will be taken out of your account. Bye now!” he sped walked off, clutching his arm.

“I was gonna ask you about someone taking a look at my dishwasher!” you called after him but he had bolted.

You walked into your apartment, practically leaning against the door.

“Maybe a bath will calm me down.” you mumbled, throwing your stuff down.

Before you could walk into the other room, you heard a knock on the door.

Without thinking you walked back and yaned the door open. You just weren’t suspecting Namjoon standing there.

“Oh! You!” you squeaked.

“..Yeah, me.” he chuckled. “Thought you said you were working a late night.”

“I did! I was!...Change of plans!...Haha... Funny how things turn out!” you laughed nervously.

“Are you alright?” he walked in closing the door. “You seem jumpy.”

“.....Where were you three nights ago?” you just came right out and said it. You were dead scared but you’d rather hear his side first.

“....Why do you ask?”

You saw his adam’s apple move as he gulped down.

“I just want to know.” you replied as confidently as possible. “One of my friends say they saw you...at the night market downtown.” you shrugged. “I just wanted to know-”

“Well, I wasn’t. I was with you remember?” he chuckled. “We went out to dinner, I was with you the entire night.”

You suddenly felt stupid. He was right. He had been with you the entire night. The only time he ever left was to get up to go to the bathroom and he came back in less than ten minutes. What were you thinking?! Of course! You remembered because you wore shoes that matched his shirt and you both laughed about how you even matched when you were apart.

Jay had tricked you. He probably got one of his stupid friends to beat up your landlord. Not even beat up! Almost kill! Just to make Namjoon look like some psychopathic unstable maniac!

He was weird and pervy but this was too much. You would know better than to trust him again.

“...I’m sorry.” you laughed. “I can’t believe I-” you were about to say. “Guess you think I’m pretty dumb huh?”

“Never. You looked shaken up. Is something the matter?” he asked, putting his hands on both your shoulders.

“...Someone said they saw someone who looked a lot like you beating the shit out of my landlord.”

Namjoon froze. Shit! Had he been exposed? He didn’t think he was gone that long. Damnit, what would he tell you, how would he expla-

“But that’s impossible, you were with me the whole time...I really don’t understand why he was so weird to be in the hall though.” you crossed your arms, still trying to put the pieces together.

Namjoon relaxed and chuckled, kissing your head. “Who knows?”

He did, he made sure his threats and intents were as clear as a wine glass. If he made any passes at you, threatened to evict you, or did anything that made you go to him for ANY reason. His balls would be Namjoon’s dog’s new chew toy.

“Sorry I acted weird.” you looked down sheepishly.

“Hm, that’s what I love about you.” he chuckled. “Now let’s put that behind us.” he leaned down to kiss your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes almost.

Namjoon’s body like usual was warm against yours. His hand held onto the back of your head, while his arm gripped onto your waist, keeping you against him. He tongue traced and teased your bottom lip. Absentmindedly, you hooked your leg around his hip. Your body was already submitting to him.

“You feel like getting takeout?” you suddenly asked, feeling your high come to a slow but eventual end.

“I’ll pay for it.” he agreed.

“TO THE INTERNET!” you pointed to the sky like a child. Namjoon smiled at you as you began skipping towards your bedroom, but his smile was soon replaced by a frown.

He would have to be more careful, he just couldn’t go eliminated targets willy nilly, the cleaning would already be hard enough. He had to be careful or you would definitely suspect him. He had to get tracks off him.

Starting with the man who began this mess....

(Also how would you guys feel about a good end/ bad end of this story?)

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