#oh my phone still says it's the 15th even though yesterday was the 15th?

[theradicalace]

how long do you think you'd have to be in a time loop before you noticed because i DEFINITELY would not notice on the first dayloop

[thetangibleghost]

okay im ready to talk about my day now. (which started eight hours ago at 1:30.)

work over all was good, I got moved out of the training area. I was in charge if loading three vans (at the same time) and uhhhhhh. I sucked. But i've sucked at my job this whole time so its okay <3

I didn't really get to sit down, maybe once for a few seconds. I'm just still really bad at time management and I care way to much about making sure the van is organized.

anyways so i had to leave early because I THOUGHT i had a psych appointment. on my way put one of the drivers asked me if i loaded his van and I was like 'no, sorry. or congratulations?' and he laughed and said i did a good job yesterday. he did not see how backed up I got and like three people had to help me. But thats okay.

so i get in the car and reba starts blasting and i have to turn it down to call my psych and i call the number they left the last voice mail from (this voice mail was to tell me if i missed another appointment i would be banned from using their office) but it wasn't the same number as usual?? not actually that important but weird... like what department was I talking to?

So im like "hi what ever bitch alter answered the phone and made the appointment the other day didn't write it down so i need to know what time to come in"

I didn't say that it was more bland and i didn't mention alters because they don't know that yet haha. anyways.

so the front desk person is like "your appointment doesn't exist."

and i was like "that's funny because i need to see a psychiatrist like. Asap." but i didn't say that she just was like lemme transfer you to him (the nurse im gonna see) and then hung up. there was a lot inbetween those things mostly like her talking and me like 'mhmm. yes. i understand. no appointment.'

so i call the actual number this time (im driving during this by the way dont be me) and the front desk person there says my appointment was a week ago and I missed it.

I genuinely had to be like, wait. Did i lose time or something?? but i was so brave and stuck to my guns and was like 'I made an appointment a few days ago tho' and she was like 'oh yeah i see that now thats actually September 15th.' and i was like 'oh that's cool. see u then i guess' <- is out of mood stabilizers and you guys won't refill them with out another appointment even though its fucking lamictal like what am i gonna do? sell it? "yeah you gotta wait a month for them to kick in but once they do... oh boy you'll feel a normal range of human emotions. thats for sure"

So. essentially the next month should be SO fun lets hope I start manic till then because i have school and if my bi-polar makes me fail again im going to sue someone <3

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #089

(taken december 15th of last year; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Do you think you’re good enough for the person you like? Nope. He deserves someone more successful. And actually pretty.

Is this year the best year of your life? Nope. I still think 2017 was. Wild that it started with an OD... things change, man. Healing happens.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No. It's some mess of purple and like seaweed-green right now. I'm ready to get it fixed, IF things even go right this time... I feel bad for my poor hairdresser, she's completely legit and has decades of practice and skill and my hair confuses the hell outta her with how it reacts to and mostly rejects color.

Do you think your first love affects the way you go on with life? In MY case, it absolutely, very strongly did, but I have a feeling that's not the case with absolutely everyone.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yeah.

Who gives the best advice? I think Mazzy. They're just very wise and reasonable imo and can see so many angles of a situation and I just really respect their advice.

Do you have a lot of pictures of you and your friends? No. I hate having pictures taken of myself because I'm hideous but I'm trying to get over it honestly because I WANT pictures with people I love for when I'm old and want to look back.

Who do you usually see in your dreams? Honestly, a lot of the time, my nightmares involve people I don't or very barely know at all, it's really strange. Sometimes it's my mom, though, which is just as if not more odd because honestly I'm closer to her than I've ever been these days; I never have violent thoughts/urges against her in my conscious world. Jason also still kinda regularly shows up, though he's never been the subject of one of my violent nightmares, just normal painful dreams.

What was the weather like yesterday? It's been super cold and rainy the past few days.

Why did you last leave school early? Oh hell if I know, it's been years.

Do you know anybody in the military? I know OF people, but no one personally. I have a friend who I'm 99% sure WAS in the military but left because she hated it.

Who is your favorite animated character? Pyramid Head/Red Pyramid Thing from the SH franchise.

What’s your preferred salad dressing? What Olive Garden uses. I'm thankful you can buy it at Wal-Mart lmao.

Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? I have a negative amount of interest in that.

Have you ever been diagnosed with anything unexpected, mental or physical illness? How did you finally find out? Ummmmm maybe? I'm quite sure nothing mental though because I've expected pretty much everything I've been diagnosed with.

Where do you like to sit when you’re on the computer? I only use the laptop on the desk in the spare room these days. Those years of living in my bed are pretty far behind me now, thank the actual fucking lord.

Does it ever bother you when you can’t remember all the details about a book you’ve read? YES!!!! This is actually why I'm considering re-reading The Outsiders. I still consider it one of my favorite books because I remember the impact it left on me, but I can remember almost nothing about it by this point.

Who was your favorite character in the last movie you watched? What about in the last book you read? Ummm I'm pretty sure that was The Secret Life of Pets, and looking up the character list (I'm not familiar enough with the names), probably Chloe because oh my god WHAT A CAT. I also like Gidget bc RELATABLE HUNNY

If you keep lists, what kind of topics do they cover? Heh... in my phone memos, I have lists of drawing ideas, ball python morphs + tarantula species I want, as WELL as other pets (mostly reptiles), future gift plans for Girt, tattoo ideas, and reasons to stay motivated and never give up.

Do you feel as though you’re good at understanding/communicating with animals? I definitely do.

What is the biggest decision you’ve made in the past year? Probably dropping Sara from my life.

If you could reconnect with someone from your past, who would it be and why? Megan. Because despite lying about so fucking much for pity and to be "cooler" or whatever the hell she thought, I just still feel like she was, at heart, a good person that very much cared about me like I did her, she just... had problems that by this age I would genuinely hope she fixed. I'll always remember talking on the phone for hours, staying up late texting, being there for each other... There was something about that friendship that has never been replicated since.

What movie/show "emotionally scarred" you as a kid? Fuckin Courage the Cowardly Dog. 😭 King Ramses can eat a dick and a half

How do you cheer up your best friend? I get extra affectionate when he's down.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Zero idea. Maybe New Year's.

Last piercing you got and the next piercing you’re getting? Last one I got, tongue. I'm pretty sure I'm getting an industrial ear piercing next.

Who do you text the most? My mom.

What kind of car does your boyfriend have? I am absolutely horrible with cars, I have zero idea. It's pretty nice though, that and the fact it's either black or dark blue (idr) is all I really know.

Have you ever played Gamecube? I feel like I have at a friend's place.

What are you fascinated by? Abnormal sciences are a big one, like mutations and shit. I just find all things nature-oriented to be very interesting.

Would you be willing to be examined for medical research? I'd need more details.

Do you have a favorite pet? I adore Roman and Venus quite the same, although I think it's very understandable that mine and Roman's bond is closer, given snakes are unable to form those kinds of relationships. I KNOW Roman loves me, but all I expect Venus to do is trust me, and that's fine. That's just the reptilian brain.

Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? Yes.

Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Yeah, I loved holding them as a kid. I still very much remember in elementary school, there was a big tree us kids got to play around on like field days and stuff, and it was COVERED in caterpillars during the right time of year.

Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch? Mmm, mostly. I watch almost everything John Wolfe uploads, and then I go on binges of catching up with tarantula kat and Snake Discovery.

Who is one singer or band you would kill to see live? RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN RAMMSTEIN ON GOD 😭 their concerts are legendary and I physically, emotionally, and spiritually NEED to go

What if you found out your ex was having a child with someone else? If it was Jason, I'm very well aware I would feel EXTREMELY weird and almost absolutely have an emotional breakdown at some point bc trauma and once upon a time that's what *I* wanted, but I think I'd ultimately be okay, at least eventually. If I found out Sara was pregnant, I'd honestly be extremely worried about her because she has never wanted children and we both know that her body absolutely could not handle pregnancy.

Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? I mean it's pretty, but it is way, WAY too damn common. I know SO many people not even related to me that have "Marie" as a middle name, too.

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Why? fucking last night when I was watching a Game Grumps episode, lol

Any ways in which you’re very different from the person you love/ like? I am way, WAY more emotional than he is.

Who was the last person to unfriend you on Facebook? Idk, idc.

Do you know why he/she decided to unfriend you? I'm sure it was either a political or religious thing, I ain't shy about sharing those beliefs.

Have your grandparents ever asked you about your love/sex life? lol homie the only grandmother I knew didn't give a shit about me or what I had going on, ever. Not that I at all woulda WANTED her to ask something like this, but yeah, she did not care about anything stemming from/relating to my mother/her own fucking daughter. Mom was the black sheep, and then I was. So she double didn't like me, I'm sure.

What was the last amusement park ride you went on? Oh wow, I don't think I've been on one since very shortly before the breakup... Jason, his friend Dillon, and I went to the town fair and I stepped WAY outside my comfort zone in getting on one of those really tall rides where you sit around this circular thing and are carried way, way up and then abruptly dropped. I am very afraid of those rides (safe to say I screamed lmao) but said fuck it and did it anyway. It's an achy memory because this actually might have been the exact night of the breakup, but if it wasn't, I KNOW it was extremely close. I tried my best to stop being afraid of everything and just taking that first scary step but it wasn't enough.

Who was the last person to give you some of their food? Uh probs Mom.

The last person you met, what was your first impression of them? Uh pretty sure I last met a doctor, and I thought he was fine but seemed kinda bad with talking. Same, bro.

When was the last time you felt left out? idk

Who was the last person you told a secret to? My sister Nicole, I guess. She wanted to know why Mom entirely broke down outside of Ashley's place a few weeks ago, and I really wasn't sure if Mom would want her to know, but I also felt extremely weird hiding that from my sister so told her, along with that she absolutely could not tell Ash because Mom doesn't want her to know. I still feel weird about it, also having told her to not tell Mom I'd shared it with her. It was a messy convo I just really didn't know how to handle, a big part absolutely being because that I'm always so desperate to feel like my sisters like me so did what I knew she wanted.

Have you ever been on a ferris wheel that had swinging cages/gondolas? Were you in the swinging cage/gondola or too chicken to go on it? Going back to that town fair thing with Jason, yes. I remember he was afraid to get on it because he hated heights, but I talked him into it. We kissed at the top and I thought it was super cute.

How many people have you had feelings for this year? Only Girt.

Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents did split, and Nicole and I (Ash had already moved out) stayed with Mom.

Do you think somebody’s in love with you? I think, yeah. He's never said those exact words but his actions are pretty loud.

Do you ever listen to music that’s in a different language? I very regularly listen to Rammstein, and there's a Latin song from WoW I absolutely adore that I listen to sometimes. There's probably more; I really should listen to more foreign metal bands in specific, historically I've loved those kinds of songs.

What’s your most embarrassing moment? FUCK this one occasion where I realized Mom was home when I was rather sure she wasn't and walked out of my room half undressed after Doing Stuff with my bf and saw her on the couch and I just wanted to pass away. We never, ever addressed what happened and I am beyond thankful my mom clearly made the decision to just pretend nothing happened lmao

What was the last thing you took a video of? I actually don't know.

Are there any ways in which your childhood was highly atypical? My dad was an alcoholic, for one. I was honestly just a weird kid, too. At least, I feel like I was. I liked untraditional things.

Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language? No.

Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background? Yes, Sara, but I honestly feel really weird sharing details about this because it's just totally not my business to share. I typed it out but ended up deleting it, I felt gross.

Do you own a disco ball? No, but man I wish I did now just so I could see how Roman would react to it, lol.

What mountain range is closest to your house? Appalachian.

Have you ever had famous neighbors? No, not that I'm aware.

Are you competitive? Nah. I'm not gonna say I NEVER am, but that is super far from a regular trait of mine.

[TW: SUICIDE/DRUG OD] What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken? I guess in all technicality, overdosing pretty heavily on cold meds. It still blows my fucking mind practically nothing happened, though I'm going to credit that to getting lots of fluids in time, ig.

[stray-kids-react]

Polaroid

Han x Fem. Reader Soulmate au

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex, and Fluff that'll make you cry.

Masterlist

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Y/n's pov, November 27 2020

My mother once told me that I will know when I'm in love, she never specified what hints will cross my path... She just said I'll know.

As a young adult now, sharing an apartment with my close friend Yeji. I'm starting to become impatient with this whole game of love, why can't I just get told who is my perfect match. I'm so tired of having my hopes risen up and then crashed down onto my heart... Breaking it each time.

"Any plans today?" Yeji asked from the kitchen, making me cringe at the word plans.

I just was still recovering from a terrible break up, where I caught the supposedly love of my life slurping the life out of his assistants pussy. I won't forget the feeling of my heart completely stopping for a few seconds, as my mind told me to run and not look back.

"Yes actually, I have a date with Netflix and the leftovers in the fridge." I replied, slyly smirking as she stared at me like a worried mother.

"Well Netflix isn't going to have to wait for his turn. Because I have this guy who is really interested you and is a total sweetheart." She sighed, showing me a photo of the guy she was trying to set me up with.

"Yeah... No." I replied, beginning to retreat back to my room.

"Y/n! JISUNG TOLD ME!" Yeji announced, catching my attention from the front of my bedroom door.

"I-it's still a no Yeji." I whimpered, shutting the door harshly behind me as she sighed in defeat.

Yeji's pov

She needs to get out of this place, it's been two weeks now. All over a guy she barely even knew, I know the true reason she is hiding and she will never admit it.

Y/n is scared to see his face again, our best friend Han Jisung. The best friend that she happened to fall in love with, and moved away from after she got accepted into the university of her dreams.

They were never just best friends in anyone's eyes, not even there own. Yet they both tried to fill in the whole in their heart with other people, never realizing that all they had to do was just say three difficult words.

Y/n was in a hurry to find her perfect partner after I found mine, the man next door with the matching tattoo on his wrist. Your tattoo shows up when you are over the age of 19 and are near your soulmate, it shows up on your wrist, neck, or shoulder blade.

She didn't want to see Jisung in case that tattoo never came, they both wouldn't be able to handle the realization. But it is a part of life, and I'm not going to let my best friends live alone when they could have a chance to be in love and happy.

Han wanted to see us both while he was visiting the city, even though he knew the risk of utter devastation. That fake profile was just a set up so that she would finally meet up with Han, and she probably already knew about my plans.

I walked up to her door cautiously, gently brushing my knuckles against her door.

"Y/n... I know why you are actually upset."

Y/n pov

"Because of Han Jisung." I answered, brushing past the old childhood photos saved on my phone.

"I know that's what you were going to say Yeji, and you're right. I know I won't be able to take it if the guy I love isn't the one for me, and that all of those nights alone with him that are coded into my brain are worthless. I'm scared Yeji, I'm scared that I won't be able to think of most of my life without tearing up." I explained, as she plopped down on my bed next to me.

"You're fear will just get worse until you find out, you'll never know the result until you actually try." She replied, placing my head on her shoulder for comfort.

I let out a shaky breath as a couple tears streamed down my cheeks, she was right as usual. But I still needed at least one day to prepare myself.

"Fine, but let me rest today. I'm not going to fancy restraint with puffy eyes and bed head." I remarked, watching as a sly smile spread across her lips.

She slowly began to exit my bedroom, delighted that she finally got her way with me. Not even explaining who that fake date even was, probably just a random guy from Google. It was 11:30 at night, and all of my crying really wore the energy out of my body and mind.

So eventually sleep crossed paths with my mind and hooked up, completely losing consciousness as my memories flashed like a polaroid camera.

December 15th 2018

"I can't believe we're graduating this year, seems like we only started high school yesterday." Jisung sighed, carrying both of our bags while walking home together.

"Don't worry quokka, you'll still carry my bags for me even after high school." I teased, pinching the reddened skin of his cheeks.

"Oh very funny, and you'll still put crackers in your mouth and pretend to be a walrus." He remarked dodging the snowball that came his way.

He set my bags down on my front yard as he gathered his own army of cold fluff balls. I tackled him to the ground as we both drowned the silence in laughter, I traced my frosted mittens across his face. Gently crossing his lips as he brushed the snow chunks from my hair.

The close warmth of his breath against my face sent my heart into a frenzy, I secretly craved the closeness of him... But I never wanted to admit it in case I'd lose him.

His now glossed lips looked so kiss able, the way they pouted as he focused on my hair. And how they stretched into a warm smile that left a fuzzy feeling in my heart for years, made it only harder to stop myself from interlocking them with mine.

"I better get going bun bun. I'll see you tomorrow at school though." Jisung reassured, lightly booping my nose as he left his trail from my snowy front yard. Waving one last time to catch my attention as I was at the front door.

"Farewell loser!" He shouted, showing off that bright smile of his.

"Farewell to you as well, asshole!" I retorted, giggling as I walked into my empty house all alone.

November 28th 2020

Y/n pov

"Wake up! Time for bubble tea!" Yeji screamed, jumping on top of me as she consistently hit me with my own pillows.

"I thought we were meeting Jisung later." I sighed, looking at the red numbers of my alarm clock reading 7:30am.

"Yes we are, but I want bubble tea and to talk with you about some stuff I found out." Yeji replied, pulling me out of bed to soon push me into the washroom.

I complied to her excited energy, understanding it is pretty exciting for her.

The steaming water swallowed every inch of my skin, blocking out all of the noises outside. Only leaving me and the blank wall to stare at, droplets of water racing against each other. A flash of the mirror and sunlight clashing, sending the flash of a polaroid to my memories.

August 16th 2018

Yeji squealed as her boyfriend threw her into the pool, soon joining her in a large cannonball jump. All of his friends danced around with liquor drenching their breath, as their bodies clashed together in ways they didn't fully understand.

It wasn't my style of fun, it instead gave me a wave of fear and stress. Not recognizing any of these people, while they danced around half naked. Yeji's boyfriend decided that she had enough fun for one night, and took her home to rest.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and rushed out the door, just as excited and horny shouts came from the pool. I was okay to walk home alone, it felt nice to be surrounded my silence for once. Even if my conscious tortured me about every bad possibility.

"Need a drive home party animal?" a familiar voice called from across the road, that voice of the man who has always had my back.

"I'd actually really like that." I replied, feeling a wave of comfort when I entered the car.

"I can tell your a bit freaked out." He sighed, throwing his bad into the backseat.

"That party was just... A lot. A lot more than I expected." I whimpered, still a bit overwhelmed from the experience.

"How about you stay at my place for the night. We'll even watch some American horror story..." Jisung suggested, even though he was shit terrified of anything remotely scary.

"I'm holding you to it quokka." I giggled, slapping his thigh teasingly.

We drove to his home as the car filled with a random playlist of songs, one landing on my favorite 'Turning Page'.

"I didn't know you liked this song." I commented, blushing softly at the tone of the song.

"I want this to be the song that represents me and my soulmate. It sounds cheesy, but it's true." He revealed, glancing my way as the car stopped in the from of his home.

The whole topic of soulmates use to be humorous to me, remembering when me and Han drew matching docks on our palms as 'our' symbol. Even taking a polaroid photo of the amazing art we drew, I still have it in my phone case.

Then it hit me, how much it would hurt to see him destined with someone other then me. That moment when he glanced back into my eyes with a shy smile, is when I admitted to myself for falling madly in love with my best friend.

November 28th 2020

I walked along the streets of our home town, hanging my mask off my chin when sipping my bubble tea.

"You know what's crazy." Yeji started, catching my focus immediately.

"I remember the moment you started crushing on Jisung. You didn't even have to tell me, I already knew." She admitted, gazing at me with only a soft warmth in her eyes.

"It was obvious by how many photos you had of him and you on your wall, and the way you looked at him as if he were your dream person." She continued, texting something on her phone that I couldn't quite see.

"Or how when he caught you staring he'd reply with 'take a picture it'll last longer'... And you always did to get revenge. I will never forget the day I saw you two as more then best friends, that was the same day when I bought you that polaroid camera for Christmas. " She replied, taking a short break as her hands nervously fidgeted with her skirt.

"That's why I want a 'thank you' later on." She mumbled, before running off and leaving me completely stunned on the bench.

"Y/n..."

September 14th 2018

"It's crazy that this is your last day here." I sighed, trying my best not to cry.

He nodded trying to smile the pain away like me, but soon caving in once his arms met my body. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hoping I could capture his scent one last time.

"I'll still visit. I can't cope without seeing your face, asshole." He chuckled lightly, sniffling quietly when he retracted his arms away.

He stared at my features for a few long seconds, as if he was contemplating on doing something. Jisung shook his head, smiling brightly once more as he pulled me into one last hug.

As he put his palm on the door knob, I shouted his name one last time. Running across the room towards him, he turned around immediately dropping his bangs on the ground.

He instantly knew what I was going to do, since his lips molded with mine without one ounce of hesitation. His hands lost in my hair, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. Jisung's lips were so much sweeter and softer then any other kiss I've had.

The sweetness was sprinkled with the salty taste of our mixed tears. Only creating more as the kiss began to end, both of us realizing we should've told each other so much sooner.

"I love you." We both sighed at the same time, smiling sadly at the bittersweet sting in our hearts.

November 28th 2020

"Jisung..." I gasped, turning around quickly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"W-wow... You've really. Wow." He stuttered, cautiously inching closer towards me.

"You too." I chuckled airily, swallowing back my tears. I missed him so much, but it hurt too much to see him at the same time.

"Y/n... I know it's been a while. But I honestly came here because I needed to see you. I still love you, and I don't care if we're soul mates or not. I'll sharpie our own symbol on us everyday if I have to." He revealed, grasping my hands between his own.

"I'm sorry that I was being so selfish." I sighed, caving into my own tears. Regretting my fears of seeing him again, feeling terrible for torturing him just as much as I tortured myself.

"We are both scared. It's not our fault, but I just want us to accept that things may not go our way. But that won't stop us from being together." He reassured, lightly brushing frosted his mitten across my features. Glossing over my lips gently, his eyes warm and gentle as they fluttered shut.

I molded into his kiss immediately, lacing my fingers through his silky hair. Soon pulling him closer to my so there was no space between us, making sure no one could try and ruin this moment for us.

His lips still were as sweet as the first time they molded into mine, and his fingertips could still make my legs give out by how gentle they were against my skin. Every emotion flashed through my mind, all my regrets, confidence, love, lust... It all flashed just like a...

"Polaroid." He gasped, tugging my palm next to his as the ink slowly traced the same picture into my palm. The picture of the camera that captured all the moments I treasured with my soulmate, the soulmate that was everything I could've asked for.

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Pause, Play, Repeat

December 15, 2021

Prompt - Christmas Playlist

Characters - Royce, Bentley, and Vivien (still Cabin Crew AU, but not everyone is mentioned)

Notes - Okay, I have no idea why this didn’t post yesterday. I had it scheduled to post for noon yesterday since I was going to be busy all day, but it was still in my drafts so I don’t know what happened but here it is! Anyway, this might tie into another prompt I do on the 19th and you'll see why. I'm not sure 100% sure it will, but either way, I'm excited about it 😊

December 15th,

Vivien came over after shopping yesterday and insisted that we have to hang out today. She says she’s missed us, even though she came over three days ago and we hung out then. It’s fine with me, I like spending time with her. She’s a great friend, we have a lot in common, and she’s one of the few people I would trust with everything I know. Though I have to say, I doubt it would be easy for her to wrap her head around the whole “other universe” thing; she’s very analytical. I just hope that, when she’s here, everyone will stop talking about me having a crush on her. I mean, even if I did, that’s beside the point. She’s a friend first and foremost.

“So, how are your guys’ Christmas playlists coming along?” Vivien asked from her perch on one of the beanbags in Royce and Bentley’s room. Royce had left to get snacks and drinks, leaving Bentley and Vivien alone to chat.

“Our what?” Bentley asked, looking up from his drawing.

Vivien sent him a smile and repeated herself, “Your Christmas playlists. You put a bunch of songs on a list on your phone and other people can check them out. Well, I know you don’t have a phone of your own yet, but still, Royce lets you use his. I figured you guys would be about done making them by now.”

“I still don’t understand,” Bentley claimed, shaking his head as he tapped his pencil on the side of his sketchbook.

“Oh, come on,” Vivien sighed, resting her arms on the side of Bentley’s bed so they were face-to-face. “Does Royce tell you anything? We’re having a teens-only Christmas party on the nineteenth, did he tell you about that yet?

“Yeah,” Bentley agreed, “he said we need to bring a bunch of music for it.”

Vivien snorted, “That would be the playlist I was talking about.”

“Oh,” Bentley said, “well, I guess that makes more sense than bringing a bunch of records to the party.”

Vivien laughed as the door to the room pushed open and Royce entered. “Yeah, I guess so! Hey, Rolls, were you seriously thinking of bringing a bunch of records to the Christmas party?”

Royce shrugged as he tossed a bag of chips in Bentley’s direction. “I mean, that’s how you bring music to a party so, yeah, why?”

Vivien stared at him in disbelief before tossing her head back in laughter. “Dude, no! That’s so old school. You can’t be serious!”

“Why not?” Royce asked again, placing a bag of pretzels by Vivien’s seat before sitting down.

Vivien’s laughter slowed to a stop as she looked between the two brothers and realized that they weren’t joking around. “Wait, you’re serious?” At the brothers’ identical nods, Vivien paused. “Do you even have Spotify on your phone?” Royce shook his head. “Wow, you guys really are in the dark about phones and stuff. I knew about that app long before I even got a phone.”

“Like we told you,” Bentley began, “our dad never allowed us to do any stuff on computers or anything.”

Royce nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and we walked to and from school so we never really had a lot of friends we could talk to about stuff like that.”

Vivien sighed, shaking her head, “No offense, guys, but your dad sounds kinda sucky.”

“None taken,” both brothers responded.

“He had his ups and downs,” Bentley claimed.

Royce nodded with a sigh, “But he was military so that was our normal.”

Vivien gave an “ah” in understanding. “PTSD is a big problem with ex-military so I guess that makes sense to an extent but, still, no cell phones? That’s a bit excessive.”

The boys shrugged in return, allowing the topic to drop as Vivien went onto her cell phone. “So,” Royce began, “what are we supposed to do for the music, then?”

“Oh, right,” Vivien said, nodding to herself as she quickly brought up her music app. “You go on here and make a list of all your favorite Christmas songs. It doesn’t matter what they are or who sings them, just make a playlist and we’ll play it at the party along with everyone else’s. It has to be on the short side or we’ll be there all night so I kept mine at ten songs.”

Royce and Bentley nodded, leaning over so they could see what to do on the app. After a bit more explaining, Vivien took Royce’s phone and added the app, taking it across the hall to where Mick was and having her add Royce’s phone to their family’s premium subscription before returning to the boys and helping them create a new playlist for each of them.

“Now, you get to have fun deciding between Mariah Carey and Ariana Grande,” Vivien claimed with a grin, handing Royce his phone before setting hers aside and chatting with Bentley.

Royce grinned at his phone, noting that she’d set his name on the app to “✨ Rolls Royce ✨” and added herself to the list of people he was following. He quickly checked her profile, finding a multitude of playlists ready to be played. She had five different playlists for Christmas alone with “I’m gonna deck your halls, bub,” “when theatre kids try to be ~festive~,” and “I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed,” being among the lineup. There were plenty of songs to choose from on each, only a few of which Royce knew, but he had no intention of taking many songs from there as he needed his playlist to be one he felt a connection to.

He soon found the search bar, typing in a song he could barely remember his mom singing every year and adding the first result to his list. He added a few more songs from the suggestions on his home page before searching a few. He added Brenda Lee’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, a cover of It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by a man named Andy Williams, and Blue Christmas by none other than Elvis Presley. As he added a few more songs to the list, a hand waved in front of his face. Vivien and Bentley began laughing as Royce jerked back from the hand.

“See!” Bentley exclaimed. “I told you, Viv, there’s nothing behind those eyes or between his ears.”

Between her giggles, Vivien nodded. “I didn’t think he’d zoned out that bad!”

Royce sent them a roll of his eyes before setting his phone aside and crossing his arms. “I did not zone out.”

“Dude, you totally did!” Vivien laughed. “Do you even know what we were talking about?”

Royce paused, staring blankly between his brother and friend before attempting, “The Christmas party?”

Bentley snorted before shaking his head. “Not even close!”

“Let me guess,” Royce began again, sending his brother a knowing stare. “You want to make marshmallow snowmen?”

“Nope,” Bentley said with a cheesy smile. “Well, I mean, I do, but that’s not what we were talking about.”

With a shrug, Royce sighed, “Worth a shot, I guess. What’s up?”

Vivien rolled her eyes with a bright smile and a shake of her head. “We were trying to figure out what books we should add to our reading list, but you weren’t adding anything to the conversation, so we asked you what you were up to.”

“Oh,” Royce said before taking a deep breath. “I was just working on my playlist. I’ve got eight songs already.”

“I’m calling bull on that,” Vivien claimed, whipping her phone out and unlocking it. She quickly went onto her Spotify and found Royce’s account, tapping on the only playlist he had, and scanning over the song list. Sure enough, he had eight songs already on the list. “It took me almost a week to narrow down my list, how the hell do you have most of yours already?”

Royce shrugged, earning him a shove and a scoff from Vivien. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Royce, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but, you suck. You completely suck.” Vivien scrolled back to the top of the playlist and huffed. “Like, I love you, man, don’t get me wrong, but you totally suck.”

Ignoring the feeling of butterflies in his stomach as she told him that, Royce beamed at her in return. “Love you too, Viv.”

Bentley rolled his eyes, sending Royce a teasing smirk. Vivien read the different song titles before pausing. “What’s this one?” she asked, pointing to the first song he’d added to his list.

Royce took a glance over her shoulder before smiling. “That’s a song our mom used to sing every Christmas. It’s Douce Nuit which is Silent Night.”

“So it’s Silent Night, but sung in French?” Vivien questioned. At Royce and Bentley’s nods, she smiled. “That must sound beautiful. I can’t wait to hear it at the party.”

Bentley moved to get up from his bed, reaching for Royce’s phone so he could plug it into their speaker. “We can play it now-”

“No,” Vivien cut off. “I want to hear it for the first time with everyone else. It’ll be more special, I think.

“Alright,” Bentley resigned, laying back down on his bed and returning to his drawing.

Vivien scrolled back to the top of the page and sighed, “You need to name it something better than that,” she mumbled. She took the phone out of Royce’s grasp and opened it, bringing up the playlist on Royce’s phone and hitting the edit button. “What’s your favorite Christmas movie? Miracle on 34th Street? The Grinch? Polar Express?”

Royce thought for a moment before speaking, “I like those, but I’d say my favorite is between Home Alone and that movie we watched the other day where the guy killed Santa and then became him.”

Vivien smiled. “That’s funny, those are some of my favorites too. Luckily for you, that means I have tons of quotes memorized. What about ‘I believe, I believe, I believe’?”

“Sure,” Royce agreed with a nonchalant shrug, not exactly understanding the reason behind naming a playlist something special.

Vivien hummed thoughtfully before shaking her head. “Nah, it doesn’t really make me think of you when I say it. How about, ‘Good news! I saw a dog today’?” After a moment of thought and Royce deciding she was talking more to herself than she was to him, Vivien shook her head once again. “No, that sounds more like a Bentley thing than a Royce thing.”

Bentley looked up at the sound of his name, but nodded when Royce gave him a wave of his hand, letting him know he wasn’t being talked to. “How about ‘Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal’? You know, from Home Alone?” Bentley offered as he turned back to his drawing, sketching out some details within his artwork.

Vivien’s eyes lit up as she leaned over the side of Bentley’s bed and grabbed the fourteen-year-old by the arms, shaking him in excitement. Thankfully, the movement didn’t ruin his artwork as he’d had enough time to toss his pencil aside before the shaking began. Bentley let out a laugh as he was released and Vivien collapsed back into her beanbag. “Bentley, you’re a genius! That’s, like, the most iconic movie quote in existence! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it.”

A few taps of Royce’s phone screen later and the playlist was all set and the phone was back in Royce’s hands. As Vivien went back to conversing with Bentley about movies and books and artwork, Royce stared at his screen with a smile. Not only had Vivien changed the title of his playlist, but she’d also added a few songs to it - All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey, Underneath the Tree by Kelly Clarkson, and Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande gracing the bottom of the list. Perhaps she’d added them forgetting that they’d go onto his list and not her own, but as Royce glanced over at Vivien with a grin, watching as she and Bentley continued their conversation with emphatic ease, he told himself he’d have to have those songs memorized by the day of the party.

[slowdownatthelotusinn]

Dream In Color (Part Three): Surprise!

Summary: It's been almost an entire week without any activity from Y/N. Though Daniel and Y/N keep in touch when they can, it's not enough to permanently raise her spirits.. Luckily, her mother and brother have the perfect solution.

Word Count: 1136

Warnings: s a d n e s s

Pairing: none yet, future Jonah Marais x Y/N

A/N: Ooh, she long, sis! I thought about splitting this one up into two parts, but decided not to. Hopefully you don't mind it being longer than the others.

In case there's any confusion in the timeline: this series spans the time from the release of 8 Letters in 2018, all the way to the recent January 15th release of The Good Times and The Bad Ones. Happy reading!

-Auri 💜

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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

On Wednesday morning, Y/N wasn't feeling any better. She and Daniel kept in touch throughout the week, texting and calling when time allowed, but she missed him more and more. As time went on, she couldn't listen to the album without wanting to cry.

She was on the phone with her mom that morning, trying to explain what was wrong but even she didn't fully understand.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Mom. I just don't feel like doing anything anymore. Yesterday, I didn't even go into the dark room." Y/N picked at the fuzzy blanket across her lap as she waited for her mother's voice to fill the silence.

"Sweetheart, I think I know what this is about," Keri replied calmly. "The last year has been a whirlwind for both you and your brother. I know being apart hasn't been easy on either of you."

Y/N sighed and thought back over the last time she'd seen Daniel. It was two autumns prior; the time had come and gone so quickly with him flying out to Los Angeles at the request of Jack Avery, his future bandmate. If she'd known then that it would be the last time she saw her favorite person, she'd have captured more memories.

"I—" she faltered. She swallowed, forced herself to hold back the tears. "I'm so proud of him, Mom."

She could hear her mother's gentle smile through the phone. "I know you are, honey. And he does, too. Y/N/N, it's okay to miss him. Two years is a long time to go without seeing someone, especially your twin brother. It's okay to feel lonely and uncertain."

"But I don't want to feel this way, Mom! I don't want to feel lonely. I don't want to miss him. I don't want to feel like I'm losing my best friend!"

"Oh, sweetheart… Listen to me, just because you feel this way doesn't mean you aren't proud of him. Anyone with eyes can see that you are your brother's biggest fan. You aren't losing him, Y/N, your paths just aren't as connected as they used to be. And that's okay."

"It just hurts, Mama. It hurts so much."

"I know it does, sweetheart," Keri paused a moment. "Hey, Daniel's calling me back. Get some rest, I'll call you again in a little bit. I love you so much, my sweet girl. It'll be okay, I promise."

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Sunday, September 9, 2018

Four days after her conversation with her mother, Y/N was slowly regaining her sense of self back. She'd kept her mother's encouragement close, reminding herself often that though they were forging their own paths, she and Daniel would still have each other's backs. She missed him more than she knew how to say, but the cloud of loneliness was beginning to lift.

She'd just gotten out of the shower when her phone went off with a text from her brother.

Buggy 🐜: Hey, if you're not busy, call me

She paused in the middle of her bedroom, towel wrapped around her body, and hair dripping wet. She typed a quick reply and headed for her closet.

I just got out of the shower. What's up?

Buggy 🐜: Just call me when u can, okay?

Why are u being so cryptic? I hate that 😒

Buggy 🐜: Do you, though? Do you really?

Y/N could almost hear the snort of laughter as if he were right in front of her. She forgot about getting dressed and sat down on the end of her bed. Any chance she got to talk to Daniel made her day ten times better. She decided getting dressed could wait, but she wouldn't give him what he wanted just yet.

Oh, my god. Daniel, just tell me what u want!

Buggy 🐜: What, a guy can't call his favorite twin sister just because?

First of all, I'm ur ONLY twin sister. There's two of us, that's literally the meaning of twins. TWO

And no, u can't. Because it's never JUST calling with u

Buggy 🐜: Ouch, Y/N/N. You wound me

It was Y/N's turn to laugh at her brother's reaction. She waited a few minutes before texting back.

Oh, do I? Do I wound u, Dani?

Buggy 🐜: Will you quit being such a brat and call me already?

No, because u won't tell me what u want

And I'm getting dressed, so

Buggy 🐜: Well, if you would CALL ME

Why can't u call me, hmm? 🤔

Buggy 🐜: Because I need you to call me

She thought on his response for a moment. The thing about the Seavey twins was that they were terrible at hiding things from each other. However, Daniel was doing a great job of not only keeping his secret airtight, but also annoying the shit out of his sister. Y/N considered calling, then decided against it. She wanted to see if she could either get him to spill or annoy him into calling her instead.

But why? And why now?

Buggy 🐜: I just do. Are you gonna call me or not?

And she had him! She could tell he was losing his patience and it excited her.

Nope. U call me or no deal

Buggy 🐜: Oh, my god. Fine. You're so annoying

Yes, but u loooooove me ❤️

Buggy 🐜: Yeah, whatever 💙

The twins talked for five hours.

Daniel's surprise for Y/N was a trip to see him and the boys in two weeks time. She was ecstatic! It had been their mother's idea, a gift to her babies to help ease the stress and bring them both some much needed comfort.

Nothing could wipe the smile from her face, knowing she would see her favorite person soon. She decided to check her social media. Going the whole week without updating was unusual for Y/N and she knew people would notice her absence.

After posting on Instagram about being able to see Daniel soon, she checked her Twitter. Sure enough, fans of hers and the band's certainly had taken note of her inactivity. One fan in particular had even sent her a message.

She giggled at the screen name: @danielseaveyswifey. At least he was getting some recognition.

Y/N talked with the fan for a little while, feeling even better that someone who knew who she was simply because of her brother, had taken the time out of their day to check up on her. She knew Daniel would appreciate it just as much as she did.

Before going to bed that night, she made sure her schedule remained clear from September 23rd until she knew when she would be back from LA. Life for Y/N Seavey was looking up!

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Surprise social media post → HERE & HERE

[alolowrites]

A Beautiful Blessing

Summary: Someone leaves a mysterious box outside your apartment in the middle of the storm. Fortunately, no one gets hurt. 

Author’s Note: This is my first story for @bnhabookclub​‘s Hero Camp Bingo event happening right now! It officially runs from June 5th until August 15th and I received my very own bingo card to fill out. Fun fact, I wrote this story prior to the bingo event happening (lol), so I’m glad it worked out! 

I posted my bingo card below. Each time I submit a story for this event, I will cross off the prompt I used as well. The first prompt I crossed off was Adopt a Pet! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5K

A powerful storm rages through your neighborhood.

It is the perfect excuse to stay inside and watch random Netflix movies with your favorite person by your side. You snuggle closer to Shinsou, resting your head on his shoulder; his arm comfortably holds you and acts like a weighted blanket that nearly puts you to sleep. You suppress a yawn as an impromptu lullaby emerges from the raindrops pelting against the glass window.

The movie ends, and you stretch forward, “Pick the next one.”

Shinsou reaches for the remote, moving the bowl of popcorn sitting in the middle. You snatch it before the snack falls, avoiding a great tragedy. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for last week’s popcorn mess; the couch wouldn’t stop crunching up a song that night. Shaking your head, you shove a handful of the buttery goodness into your mouth and check some text messages. Your ears perk when a distinct sound rings outside.

“Did you hear that?” You glance at the window. A ray of lightning scatters across the dark clouds, which looms above the apartment building, “It sounded like a high-pitch mewl.”

Shinsou shrugs, “Probably your thought process at work.”

You whack his stomach. He snickers and continues scrolling through the selection.

“Very funny,” you dryly remark. The wind howls as the storm picks up its strength. A bright, white sheet temporarily blinds the entire sky, followed by a ferocious thunder that shakes the apartment complex. Through your munches, you hear the high-pitch noise return. With narrowed eyes, you stand up from your couch, “I’m gonna go check it out.”

“I’ll start the movie without you if you take too long.”

“Pfft, sure.” You stride toward the door, but regret opening it when the rain rudely greets your face. Groaning, you rapidly scan around until something catches your eye. An odd, medium-sized cardboard box sits near the door, a raggedy shirt flapping on top; you become suspicious.

“Hitoshi!” His eyes immediately peel away from the TV at the sound of your worried voice. You look over your shoulders, “There’s a random box outside.”

Shinsou springs into action, “Don’t touch it and get away from the door!”

He snatches his scarf and rushes to the entrance. Just as you turn around, the same mewl cries from inside the box; it sounds like a baby animal. Your curiosity ultimately wins as you kneel to inspect the package. Shinsou screams out your name, but you ignore him like an idiot. Tossing the torn cloth aside, you gasp at the sight below—it’s a little kitten.

“Oh, you poor thing!”

The frightened animal shivers in the farthest corner from you. It helplessly cries like a broken record, and your hands reach inside to comfort the wet bundle. Shinsou arrives with his scarf ready to protect you from an attack. His defensive stance weakens when he sees a black kitten in your grasp.

You shield the animal from the rain, “Let’s get inside! Find me a towel!”

A trail of water droplets follows you to the kitchen. Shinsou hands you a towel before heading outside again to inspect the box. The kitten meows as they get dried, their head twisting nonstop and body squirming around. You couldn’t blame the innocent feline for being petrified. After a few minutes, you uncover the kitten and scratch behind their ears to calm them down; it works like a charm.

Cradling the fur baby in your arms, you search for a warm blanket and head to the couch. Shinsou finally joins you with a puzzled expression. His eyes land on the kitten comically wrapped up like a burrito. The animal sneezes and owlishly blinks at Shinsou; the hero fights back a snort.

“Was there anything else inside?”

“Nothing. Not even a single note.”

You frown, stroking the kitten’s forehead, “Who the hell left this poor baby outside in that dirty box? Especially in the middle of this horrible storm! What if we weren’t home to save them? I don’t even want to imagine how much this fur ball would have suffered.”

“I’m wondering why they chose our apartment,” Shinsou mutters, his mind trying to remember anyone who might know his address. He tries to keep his personal life under wraps, even if he works more as an underground hero. Only his closest friends know where he lives, but they never would do something like this. Shinsou didn’t find any explosives or deadly chemicals inside the box, ruling out a villain. Maybe a crazed fan? He’s had a few run-ins with them before. Your giggles interrupt his brooding thoughts.

Lilac eyes shift down and watch as the kitten chews on your finger. A small grin curves on Shinsou’s lips at the adorable sight. You loosen the blanket so the kitten can move more freely. Little paws press on your thighs as its button nose sniff your clothes.

Shinsou tilts his head, “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Good question,” you hum and inspect the kitten’s behind, “It’s a girl!”

“We need to take her to the vet tomorrow,” Shinsou’s hand immediately gets attacked by the kitten’s paws and he chuckles while playing along. The exuberant fur ball distracts him from his thoughts, nipping the hero’s fingers with their sharp teeth. It does not hurt Shinsou one bit; if anything, the bite feels more like a small prick. He then grins, “Got to get this little rascal properly checked out for any injuries and see if she’s a lost pet.”

“I doubt she’s a missing pet.” An annoyed thumb jerks behind you, “This little angel was left outside our doorstep in a wet cardboard box. If anything, I want to find the person who abandoned her like this and kick their ass.”

A meow squeaks below. You gesture at the kitten and chirp, “See? Even she agrees with the idea!”

“Let’s take this one step at a time,” Shinsou smirks before searching for the nearest veterinary office on his phone. You roll your eyes and continue to play with the energetic kitten. Shinsou does not react when you reach for his scarf to entertain your new guest. Dangling the fabric in the air, you squeak when the kitten jumps and grabs it; the scarf quickly engulfs the fur ball’s tiny frame. After a few shuffles, her head pops out, and you laugh.

“Got the address,” Shinsou takes a screenshot of one location. He glances at the kitten who endearingly tilts her head at him; he shakes his own, but a faint smile creeps on his face, “I guess we’ll create a make-shift bed for her in our room.”

“Ooooh, yes! I got some old clothes we can use.” You scoop the kitten in your hands and jump off the sofa. Heading to the bedroom, you cry out, “C’mon! She needs some rest; poor baby has been through a lot for one night.”

Shinsou doesn’t argue with you as he snatches his scarf off the couch and follows closely behind.

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“Well,” the veterinarian does a quick once-over at her patient. You wait with bated breath for the doctor’s results. Shinsou stands beside you with arms crossed, “Despite missing some vaccinations, she appears to be a healthy three-month-old kitten. I gave her a couple of shots, but she will need to come back in a few weeks for the next doses, though.”

You are relieved, “Thank you, Dr. Sasaki!”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles, bopping the animal’s nose, “The kitten also has no prior owner since I did not detect a microchip. She’s all yours!”

The curious kitten almost falls off the exam table, but you grab her with lightning speed. As soon as the doctor leaves, you face Shinsou and slice the air with your hand, “We have to keep her!”

“Huh?”

“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. She has no home, and I don’t want her ending up in a shelter. Besides, look at her!” You raise the kitten to his eye level and pout to strengthen your case. Shinsou arches an amused eyebrow. “How can you say no to that itty-bitty face?”

On instinct, the kitten meows and instantly melts the hero’s heart. He scratches the back of his neck while saying, “Okay, fine. We’ll keep her.”

You squeal, cradling the bundle of joy closer to your chest; she purrs softly in your arms. Shinsou enjoys seeing you this happy. Unbeknownst to you, he already made his decision after yesterday’s events. You and Shinsou played with the kitten all night long, laughing as she eagerly swatted a piece of yarn dangling mid-air. Once the mini tigress tired herself out, Shinsou tucked her into her make-shift bed.

Your smile brings him back to the present, “We still need a name for our little girl.”

“How about Emi?”

“Emi…” You test out the name and your eyes sparkle, “It’s perfect!”

Shinsou wraps an arm around your waist and fondly looks at his new child while grinning, “Welcome to the family, Emi.”

She is indeed a beautiful blessing.

Which prompt will be crossed off next? Who knows, depends on what my brain comes up with lmao. 

As always, thank you for reading! 

Hero Camp Bingo Masterlist

[red-becca]

Get This Right

This would have been way more better as an animatic, really. I struggled a bit to "Get this right"?! Eyy~ But seriously, I did the best I could with this and I think I did fairly decent. Hate that I have so much short paragraphs on here that are practically sentences. I tried to make them longer but it felt awkward.

Anyway, yeah. If you have heard the song "Get This Right" which is basically an outtake song from Frozen 2, it is just... The perfect Revin song for me. A dorky guy who just wants to be the best guy for his girlfriend who already sees him that way. So, yeah. Hope you enjoy!

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The two were panting like crazy after running for their lives, stopping right next to a bench at a park. "Jesus Christ! We were nowhere even near the forest! Why did wolves suddenly show up and chase us?!" Kevin thought to himself, his anxieties from earlier today growing more. "Is this a sign from the universe that I shouldn't propose to my girlfriend yet or something?" He looked over at his girlfriend, who gave him a tired smile.

"Well, I'm certain we both didn't think date night would start with us being chased like crazy, right?" She laughed in between her heavy panting which makes Kevin smile and blush. "At least, we both still have each other... And what an adrenaline rush that was, wasn't it?"

He nodded at her words, letting out a few laughs afterwards. "Yeah, certainly not how I planned our 15th anniversary date would go, Red... But, at least, it didn't completely ruin our night... I'll just text my friends to pick up some food for us, then. That way, we can both rest after the craziness that just happened..." He quickly grabbed his phone and texted his group chat with his friends while wiping sweat off his forehead, putting his phone back in his pockets when he finished. "Well... More you, in my opinion... I still can't believe you managed to outrun a pack of wolves in heels... That was really impressive..."

She shrugged, finally sitting down on the bench and taking off her shoes. "What can I say? I practically wear heels all the time despite being a giant already... But you don't mind that at all, right?" She laughs softly, rubbing her feet. "Also, despite getting used to wearing heels, my feet still hurt like hell, though..."

"Why, say no more, my alien queen! Your loving space captain of a boyfriend is here to make them feel all better!" Without hesitation, Kevin got to his knees and started massaging her feet. "So, don't you worry about a thing! Just sit there, look pretty and relax until our food arrives, okay?"

She hummed softly as he started to massage her feet. "Mmm~ Okay, I will do just that... Thank you for helping my feet feel better, Kev~" Red let out a small noise of relief as she leaned back, closing her eyes.

As Kevin looked up at her, a look of determination appeared on his face. "You know what? Screw what the universe has planned for me! You hear that, universe?! I'm not taking any of the signs you have for me! I'm proposing to my girlfriend tonight. Whether you want me to or not!"

Time passes and so far, nothing as large as the pack of wolves chasing them has happened. The two simply ate the dinner that was delivered to them in peace under a tree. And as they were nearly finished with their meal, Kevin decided it was the perfect time to go ahead and propose to her.

He discreetly grabs the ring box from his pocket, sighing in relief when he saw the ring still inside it. "Okay, Kevin... You can do this... It's just asking the love of your life a very big thing... No pressure, right? Right..." He did his best to reassure him.

"So, Kev..." Red suddenly spoke as she puts down her drink, making Kevin jump and nearly show her the ring box in his hands.

Luckily for him, he managed to hide it back in his pocket again then he gave her a nervous smile. "Yes, my alien queen? What is it you need of me?"

She laughs at his actions, sighing and shaking her head as she looked up into the sky. "Still as jumpy as ever even after 15 years of us being together... Speaking of 15 years, we've been together for that long already, huh? Wow... It feels like only yesterday, we just got together..." She leans on him.

He stiffens slightly as she leans on him, blushing heavily and letting out nervous laughter. "I, uh... Yeah, it has been that long, huh? I have cherished all the years we've been together though..." He grabs her hand and gently places a kiss on top of it. "Along with the rest of the years that'll come soon..."

She giggles softly as she looked over at him, blushing and shyly looking away. "I feel the same way too, Kev... Though, I am not really fond of that short gap of us not being together because we broke up..."

The mention of the time they broke up got a reaction out of Kevin, making him groan loudly. "Ugh, not that time again! Please, don't mention it ever again! It was the worst part of my life!" He groaned more, covering his face.

She let out a playful sigh, holding both of his hands tightly then kissing him softly on the cheek. "Okay, okay... Geez, I'm sorry for mentioning it then... But hey, even after that happening, we got back together and stronger than ever even. I couldn't be more happier because of it... Happy 15th anniversary, Kev..." She squeezes his hands gently as she smiled at him.

He immediately cheered up at her smile, smiling back and even squeezing her hands back. "Happy 15th anniversary, Red..." He took in a deep breath as he got his hands out of her hold and grabbed the ring box from his pockets. "So, Red?" He looks down at the ring box then quickly back at her.

"Yeah, Kev? What is it?" She turned to face him, a wide smile on her face as she waited for what he was going to say next.

As soon as she was looking at him, Kevin instantly got nervous. Gulping, he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to his mind. "So, uh... Do you think it's hot in here?" He pulls on the collar of his shirt, pretending to fan himself.

She raised a brow at him then gave him a small understanding smile, knowing him for so long already made her know that he was clearly nervous about something. "Kev, sweetie... We're literally sitting on the ground on top of a picnic blanket next to a tree. Not to mention, being bathed by the moon's light..." She points at the moon.

He looks up where she pointed and gulps again as he looks back at her. "Oh, right! I knew that! I, uh... So... What I clearly meant to ask is... Is it hot out here? Yeah, yeah... That was what I meant to say. Total mistake on my part. Sorry..." He nervously laughed.

She laughs softly at this, deciding to humor him for now. "For you, maybe... Seeing as you are wearing a full light blue suit right now... Here I am shivering a bit in this purple dress of mine..." Red started rubbing her arms in order to warm herself up.

"Shivering?! My alien queen is cold?! Hang on! I shall help my alien queen feel warm!" Without hesitation, Kevin took off his coat and gently draped it over Red's shoulders. "There! Feel any more warmer yet?"

She smiles and nods as she looks over at him, adjusting the coat on her shoulders. "Super warm, even. Wow, Kevin Stoley sure upped the romance factor with that classic "guy puts coat over cold girl's shoulder" trope..."

He smiled back at her. "I'm glad you're warm now, Red!" Then he raised a brow at her last sentence. "Wait, what? I did? Really?" He was confused at what she meant with what she said.

"Yeah! That was what you were planning all along as this day was coming, right? To do really romantic gestures towards me?" She pulls on the coat more. "Well, I think it's romantic..."

"Oh, that! Then yes! Of course, it was! I planned for this day well and hard!" He proudly said. "And here we are continuing being romantic and all that because we are just feeling all romantic here!"

Red finally decided to help ease his nervousness, patting him gently on his shoulder. "Hey, hey... Kev, it's okay... Calm down already, please... It's just us here, there is no one around to judge you... Just be yourself and be calm..."

"But I... You see..." He got more nervous again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, so... There's this, uh... Thing.... I badly wanna ask you right now..."

The girl's eyes immediately widened in excitement at his words, thinking he is going to ask what she has been hoping for him to ask. "Yes?!" She cleared her throat to calm herself but her excitement still clearly showed. "I mean, yes? What is it?"

"Will-" He puts his hands on his stomach as it made noises. "I... Do you have a stomach ache right now?"

The look of excitement on her face immediately faded, not expecting that to be his question. "Umm, stomach ache? No, no... I don't have a stomach ache... I feel quite fine, actually... Why do you-" He cuts her off.

"Well, then..." He tightened his hold on his stomach, putting a hand over his mouth. "Oh, geez... Did you have the sushi earlier in the basket?"

"Uh, yeah! Of course, I did! It was very delicious, actually! You know how much I love sushi, after a-" He cuts her off again.

"Well, I'm not feeling..." He nearly threw up but just about managed to keep it all in. "Not feeling to good because of that sushi... I think there's something in it that my stomach is just not agreeing with whatsoever..."

"Oh my God..." Red immediately got up from the blanket, looking around. "Do I need like empty this wine bucket we have or something like that? Because if you do, I can go-" He cuts her off again.

"Oh, no, no, no!" He shook his head and hands rapidly. "There is no need for tha-" He angrily pulls on some of his hair. "Ugh! Damnit! God! Why is this so fucking hard?!"

"Wait, what's hard? Is it us? Because if it is..." She took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... If you want me to, I can just g-" She started walking away until Kevin grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hey, hey, hey, no..." Kevin shook his head again. "Please, don't go..." He groaned in frustration, rubbing his entire face. "It's not you that's the problem, Red... It's me! The timing and the setting tonight aren't what I planned them out to be! Everything just kept going wrong! I thought they got better with dinner but no! I'm too much of a nervous wreck around you!"

"Kev..." Was all Red had to say, not sure what words could cheer him up at the moment.

"To this day, I'm still confused as to why you chose me. Like there's clearly someone better for you out there, anyways!" As Red opened her mouth to disagree with him, Kevin put a finger to her lip. "Shh! I know what you're going to say! Let me finish! Anyway, maybe I just need some space or something... But no! I'm getting this right. I need to get it right! Right here, right now..." He points to the ground.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at his last sentence. "Uh, Kev? Getting what right, exactly?" She gasped when suddenly, Kevin made a rose bouquet appear in his hands. "Oh my... Kev, this sure is a surprise... It is a very beautiful bouquet..." She gave him a wide grin, happily hugging the bouquet when he handed it to her.

"Oh, you know... Nothing much... Just thrilling you in the way I know that you deserve and also, blowing your mind. No big deal." He chuckled, letting out a nervous exhale as he turned around from her. "And you know, getting up the nerve to ask you to marry already... But I'm having major trouble with doing that..." He mumbled to himself.

"Wait, what was that last part?" Red got out of her giddy state when she heard him mumbling, raising a brow at him.

"Oh, nothing! You don't need to worry your pretty self about what I said! Just here!" He walks behind the tree that they were sitting under and gives her a lot of presents. "Have all these gifts I asked my friends to bring for us!"

"Woah!" She struggled to carry all of the gifts at once in her arms with just how much he gave her, making her drop some of the gifts and put them next to her. "This feels like a lot, Kev..." Red nervously looked at all the gifts surrounding her.

"Yeah, well... 15 years is a pretty big milestone, you know! So, I decided to go big with gifts this year! Like really big even!" He beamed up at her. "It's all the things you told me that you wanted throughout the years!"

Before Red could interrogate him even further, he lifts her off her feet and started spinning her around. Though, in the end, that ended up making more problems for him as he ended up throwing up.

Red puts down the rest of the gifts she had in her arms and pats his back. "Kevin, did you not hear what I just said earlier? Calm down and just relax, please... You're making me worry... You're going too fast with all this stuff for me... I appreciate the effort and all but- Ah!" She jumped when Kevin suddenly perked up and lead her back to their picnic blanket.

"Well, like I said, this night didn't start well for us! So, we ended up starting pretty late on what I had planned!" He grabs a candle from the basket. "But you know what will make our night even better? Us talking in the candle light! Wouldn't that be romantic?" He lights up the candle, cheering once he got it lit up and ends up bumping into it.

"Gah! Kevin!" Red freaked, standing up and immediately backing away from the fire that was slowly forming. "Still think this is romantic for you?!"

"Too much romance! Too much romance!" He panicked, stepping on the flames before calming himself down and clearing his throat. "Oh, don't you worry about a thing, my love. Just stay right there and I'll put out the fire!" He smiled as he grabbed the wine bucket filled with water and threw it onto the fire, dousing the flames and accidentally drenching Red's dress.

"Well, you put out the fire... That's one thing you got right..." She laughs and shook her head, putting her hands on her hips. "On the plus side, that did feel really refreshing... Downside, my dress is now wet..."

"I am so sorry, Red! Are you okay?" He panicked, biting his bottom lip as he worried that he was messing it up big time with her.

"Yeah, of course I am... It's just water, not like... Woah!" The water caused the ground under her to get all slippery, making her slip but luckily, Kevin was there to rush over to her and catch her effortlessly.

"So, uh... Did I make you swoon with that?" He asked with a geeky grin, gently and firmly holding her by her waist.

And Red couldn't resist his geeky charm, as always. "Pft, you dork. Yes, you did. But slow down already! Please! I know this night started rough but slow down! What are you even trying to accomplish?"

Kevin sighed, sitting back down on the grass this time. "So much things... I had planned to rock you with my righteous romance..."

Red snickered at what he said. "Pft, rock me with righteous romance? I never heard you say something like that before... Okay, what is up? For real, this time..."

The male just ignored her, continuing to talk to her about his woes. "I wanted to set the right mood for tonight!" He whined as he looked down at his pants. "But I'm really sweating through these pants as you can see! I am just so damn nervous right now!"

Red sighed this time, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Kevin, this isn't funny anymore... In fact, it is very concerning... I am worried you might end up doing something that'll hurt yourself..."

Kevin puts a finger up and grabs a piece of paper from his pockets, groaning when it immediately broke into tiny pieces. "Well, reading you a poem is definitely a bust... And I forgot to ask my friends to bring my violin... So, it's now or never, I gue-" He paused, his eyes widening when he couldn't feel the ring box in his pockets. "Wait, what?! I could have sworn I brought it! What the heck?!"

"Brought what? What did you bring?" Red was getting more and more confused by his actions. "Kevin Stoley... Can we just go back to enjoying this night?"

He shook his head, grabbing his light blue coat and putting it on. "No, I'm sorry. Red, this didn't go well... Like at all. I messed everything up for tonight." Kevin sighed as he started walking away. "Good night, Red... I didn't get this right..."

"Wait, what?! Kevin!" Red groaned as she chased after him. "Come back here already!"

Once Kevin was all by himself, he decided to call up his sister. "Hey, Esther..." He said in a monotone voice.

Esther was surprised at his sudden phone call, being on a date with her fiancé, Bradley. "Oh, Kevin! Hey! You sound... sad. What's wrong? Did she say no? I didn't think she'd say no with how much you two sickeningly love each other-"

The male clenched his fist in frustration, mostly at himself. "No! It's not that! I messed everything up! I got too nervous to ask her properly! I didn't get it right at all!" He sat down on a nearby bench, rubbing his  face. "I froze up and just completely blew it... What with my lack of knowledge of love and being in love, after all... I didn't know what I was doing... Well, I did but... It didn't feel natural to me."

Esther sighed in the other end, not really sure what advice to give to her brother with his woes. But luckily Kevin was the one to break the silence between them. "But I'll be damned if I didn't try this again one day. Because goddamn am I crazy lucky to be in love with a woman like her..."

As Kevin was about to start talking about Red to his sister, Red had finally caught up to him. She was going to talk to him right away until he had mentioned her name.

"Red is just... the most amazing girl in the world to me. So beautiful even if sometimes, she can't see it. I see it, I remind her everyday just how beautiful I see her. She loves me for me and doesn't judge me for what I like. And just... I have so many more things I want to say as to why I love this woman so much but that is a long ass list..." He laughed, blushing as he finished.

"Aww, Kev!" Red accidentally gushed out loud, a smile on her face that quickly went away once she realized he had heard her.

"Red!" He jumped in surprise, unintentionally hanging up on his sister. "How long have you been standing there?"

Red walked over to him, a small blush on her face. "Oh, just around the part where you were talking about how much you love me... I love you too, Kev. So damn much... I don't care about what happened tonight. I still love you, okay?" She smiled softly before kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you too, Red. But..." Kevin grabs one of her hands and spun her around before dipping her, a smirk on her face. "I still wanna get this right, baby~"

"Ooh~ Kev! Now, you are definitely making me swoon right now! That was... Wow!" She laughs, her blush growing as she fanned herself.

Kevin laughs with her as he helped her stand properly. "I feel like I just ruined this night even more for us trying to "get it right". So, you know what? You're right, let's just enjoy the rest of our night together. No more surprises, just gonna love you the best way I can..." He holds her hand. "Though, I was honestly hoping for you to cry!" The redhead raised a brow at him which made him rephrase his words. "In a good way, obviously! And that was by proving I could be your perfect man!"

Red sighed at his last sentence, ready to tell him that he was already her perfect man but was unable to when Kevin dragged her back to where they had their picnic. He sits her back down at the half burnt picnic blanket then gestured up towards the night sky which was filled with stars tonight.

"Look! It was written in the sky! Well, not really... I actually meant to write it in the sky!" He turns to her again, getting down on one knee which makes Red gasp and blush. "I meant to do this too... And I also had planned to be the opposite of me... Look where that got me..." The male snickered before turning serious, grabbing hold of her hand. "But Red, I promise you that I will love you with all my heart... At least, I got that part right..." He sighed as he sat next to her, hugging his knees close to him.

Red smiled softly at his efforts, ready to comfort him until something shiny hit her eyes. She looks for the source of it and gasped when she saw a ring hidden in the rose bouquet. She quickly grabbed the ring from the bouquet then kneeled right in front of him. "My space captain, Kevin Stoley... Will you marry me?!" She asks, screaming in the top of her lungs.

"Huh? Red, what are you-" He turns towards her, blushing when he did. "Oh my God, where did you find that, Red?"

She shook her head at his question. "There's only one question that needs answered, Kev... Will you marry me, Kevin Stoley?"

"Are you kidding me, Red?! Yes! Of course, I do! Why do you think I bought a ring for you?! Why I was so damn nervous to ask you about i-" He screamed when Red suddenly hugged him tightly.

"Oh, Kev... I would have said yes, you know... I love you so damn much. How can I possibly say no?" Red giggles as she cuddled up to him.

Kevin chuckled, grabbing the ring from her and putting it on her ring finger. "I don't know... My nerves are just a whole 'nother level... But thank God, we got the hard hard part over with... Now, just let me relax by holding you tight, okay?" She just gave him a nod in response as they ended their night with cuddling under the stars.

[osakaso5]

Torao Mido Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 2: After The Show

Part 1 | Part 3

Phone: ~~~~♪

Torao Mido: Oh, a message.

Toma Inumaru: ...I wanted to talk about Tora's radio show from yesterday, but his phone's blowing up...

Toma Inumaru: Do you think he's just super used to being around people? He managed to keep the conversation going really well, even by himself!

Minami Natsume: Right. He seemed to be right in his element.

Haruka Isumi: It was kinda annoying how confident he was the whole time.

Haruka Isumi: ...Oh yeah! That part where Torao said Toma insisted that we go flower viewing was really funny, considering he wanted to go more than any of us.

Torao Mido: What are you talking about?

Toma Inumaru: Oh yeah, that part! I burst out laughing when he said that!

Toma Inumaru: Sure, I'm the one who invited you guys, but Tora's the one who really wanted to go!

Torao Mido: Was I? Oh well, there's no changing what's already been said.

Torao Mido: ...Haha. I guess you really did listen to my show.

Haruka Isumi: It just happened to be on.

Minami Natsume: The fact that you can speak so brazenly even without a script must be due to your upbringing.

Toma Inumaru: And you did my request properly, too! Y'know, the one where you had to say 100 things you like about us.

Toma Inumaru: I knew you were gonna do it right, but I didn't expect you to be so honest!

Torao Mido: I happened to be in a good mood that day. You lucked out, Toma.

Minami Natsume: That must mean you've been in a very good mood for a while now.

Torao Mido: ...Pretty much. I didn't manage to say 100 things during the show, but I could continue where I left off right now.

Toma Inumaru: T-Tora..!

Haruka Isumi: Hey, sorry to ruin you and Toma's moment, but why do you smell kinda sweet, Torao?

Torao Mido: Ah... Since I talked about cotton candy during the broadcast, a fan gave me cotton candy today.

Haruka Isumi: Huh!? Do you still have some!?

Torao Mido: I ate it already.

Haruka Isumi: Oh, I see!!! I wish I scould just stick it on your face and make you another beard!

Minami Natsume: It's only been a day since your broadcast, but the response to it has been quite impressive.

Torao Mido: ...Yeah. Don't they only sell cotton candy at stalls and the like? It must've been hard for that fan to get a hold of some.

Minami Natsume: I believe you can get small cotton candies in convenience stores, as well.

Haruka Isumi: They sell the ones that pop in your mouth!

Torao Mido: Ah, so that's why the inside of my mouth felt tingly. For a moment, I thought they'd put something dangerous into the cotton candy.

Minami Natsume: ...Mido-san, you're surprisingly innocent sometimes... As pure white as cotton candy.

Haruka Isumi: ...All this talk of cotton candy is only making me wanna eat it more!

Toma Inumaru: Same here. Since you only really see cotton candy at stalls, eating it feels special...

Haruka Isumi: Torao, take responsibility.

Torao Mido: Huh? Why me?

Haruka Isumi: The park in my neighborhood has cherry trees that are starting to bloom. And they've got food stalls.

Haruka Isumi: We've all got a day off next week, right? Go there with me and buy me some cotton candy.

Torao Mido: Next week? But that day's...

Haruka Isumi: Are you in or not?

Torao Mido: ........ Fine. I'll go.

Torao Mido: Some cotton candy is a small price to pay for making you feel better.

Haruka Isumi: Awesome!

Torao Mido: Cherry blossoms, huh... Toma and Minami, you're coming too right? We just talked about going flower  viewing together the other day.

Minami Natsume: ...I hate to have to reject your invitation, but Inumaru-san and I have a prior engagement that day.

Toma Inumaru: A prior engagement? Do we..?

Minami Natsume: Oh, Inumaru-san. Did you forget? We have something to do that day.

Toma Inumaru: M-my bad! I'm sure I'll remember it in a sec...

Toma Inumaru: ...W-what was it again..? Uh...

Haruka Isumi: ...Hmm. "Something to do", huh.

Haruka Isumi: Fine. I guess it's just you and me, Torao. We can't wait around or the cherry blossoms will fall to the ground.

Torao Mido: ...Hmph. I find it hard to believe that anything could take priority over going flower viewing with me.

Torao Mido: But whatever. Enjoy that prior engagement of yours.

Minami Natsume: Please don't pout. We'll make up for it, we swear.

Toma Inumaru: Sorry, Tora... Looks like I made a promise and forgot all about it...

Show Staff: ŹOOĻ! It's about time for you to begin!

Toma Inumaru: Ah, okay!

Minami Natsume: Let's go.

Torao Mido: ........

Torao Mido: Our next day off is the 15th... My birthday.

Torao Mido: Around this time of the year, I'd start getting invitations all around the clock.

Torao Mido: People around me would celebrate without me even asking. Though some of those "friends" were people whose names and faces I couldn't even put together.

Torao Mido: Instead of having a big party, I'll be eating cheap sweets from a food stall. ...That's something unthinkable to the old me, but right now I don't care.

Torao Mido: I think I've been caring about that stuff less and less since I joined ŹOOĻ.

Torao Mido: ...Even if it seems like these guys have completely forgotten about my birthday.  

Haruka Isumi: Torao, what're you spacing out for? Hurry!

Torao Mido: Yeah. I'll be right there. 

End of Part 2.

[princecharmingmendes]

Heartstrings | Chapter IX | Shawn Mendes

“ ‘It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person… you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens..you’ll always love them.’ - unknown”

“Shawn was a huge believer that the ‘soulmates’ situation’ was the most stupid thing on the planet, specially since it was such a rare thing to find someone with the same mark as you. He would do anything he could to prevent the so called 'destiny’ from happening, but could he?”

hi, i’m sorry for disappearing, but i needed to take a break to put my life back on track and i didn’t want to just post anything cause i didn’t want to ruin this series, so i’m so sorry. anyway, i hope everyone’s doing okay and this is another chapter and i hope you like it, and please give me some feedback.

*Word Count: 2.6K+

*Warnings: minor cursing and that’s it.

*Posted: May 15th, 2020.

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Lunch date with your best friend and soulmate on a place your crush and his friends will most likely be as well is a little... complicated.

That’s exactly why I was putting on an extra effort on which outfit I should wear with a bit more makeup than usual sitting on my face. I mean, not that I don’t like getting ready and looking nice, I do, I just never thought I’d have to dress nicer to go to a Saturday morning class because I’d have a date following it. And that’s exactly what was stressing me out. I can simply show up extremely out together without  people noticing and at the same time, I wanted to look different. This is just confusing and stressful, that’s why I shouldn’t dress up based on what others would think. Just as I was about to give up my phone started ringing and Shawn’s pretty face lit up my screen.

“Hey, what time should I pick you up?”

“I’m not going anymore” I mumbled running my hands through my hair.

“What?!”

“Okay, I’m just being a bit over dramatic, it’s just... I don’t know what to wear” I was literally digging on my closet for the fifth time as I talked to him, separating possible options and throwing them on my bed.

“Honey, it’s not a real date, besides... I’ve known you for my whole life, you know you don’t have to worry about your outfit, I’ve seen you in my clothes covered in mud, I really don’t care about it”

“But I do! You think I wouldn’t dress up nice if this wasn’t a fake date?”

“Well... I guess you would”

“So I have to do it so people will believe”

“Hey, don’t stress too much, you’d look good in literally anything, including pajamas” and that was him making me blush like a 13 year old girl, and that’s when his words hit me.

“Oh my God! You just gave me the best idea!”

“I did?!”

“Yes! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome...? So, what time do I need to pick you up?”

“I have classes in half an hour, and it’ll last a bit more the an hour”

“Okay, I guess I’ll pick you up there and make a scene”

“Don’t you dare”

“Why?! Don’t like flash mobs on campus?”

“Fuck you, Mendes”

“That’s a great way to pass time until I have to pick you up”

“I hate you, and you can’t cheat on me”

“I’m not your real boyfriend”

“But people need to think you are”

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take the matters on my own ha...”

“Gross, I don’t even know why I talk to you” I cut him off as soon as I noticed where he was taking this conversation.

“I can literally hear the smile on your voice”  he said with a boyish smirk evident on his voice.

“Whatever”

“I’ll see you later, baby” he said chuckling and hanging up.

Did he just call me baby?!

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I headed to class like I normally would, a bit early to get my usual spot and sat down at my chair, plugging in my earphones and just killing some time before class started. But from my peripheral I saw Tyler coming into the class and placing his backpack on the empty desk beside me, and sitting down next to me, but before I could say anything, the class started and I started taking notes. And even though I was trying to pay attention, I could feel him staring at me, and it all felt a bit too familiar, only this time I knew why. It’s not like I said that I was dating Shawn yesterday, but today when I picked out an outfit, his leather jacket that was still with me was the accessory I chose. In the middle of the period I felt something bumping my hand and I looked down only to see a folded piece of paper on it.

“Nice jacket, a bit big for you though, x- Tyler” was scribbled on it.

I looked up at him and just shrugged with a little nod and he offered me a small smile, and I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a simple ‘not mine’ and added a small smiley face.

“Your boyfriend’s?” Tyler mumbled quietly.

“Hm?”

“The jacket”

“Yeah”

“Nice” was his last answer before we got back to paying attention to class.

After that, everything went faster and as soon as I noticed, the class was over and I was already packing my bags, with a notification that meant that Shawn was already there waiting for me so we could go on our date, and I didn’t even read it to know. So I got out holding my stuff tightly to my chest when I saw him, standing beside his car looking like a... a... looking so good I got a bit start struck for a

second. But then he saw me and a beautiful smile graced his lips as I started walking towards him.

When I was within arm reach, he pulled me by the ends of my (his) jacket and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace and I ended up laying my head on his chest. I gasped surprised and he smirked, leaning a bit closer to my face and my breath got caught on my throat. Is he going to kiss me?! But I just forced my lungs to work sighing and he placed a sweet peck on the tip of my nose, making my whole body heat up, leaving me completely flustered.

“Hey there”

“Hi, Mendes, couldn’t hold back the PDA?”

“What?! You expected me to behave when you look way too cute in my jacket? You already know how I feel about it”

“And how do you?”

“Pretty good, you look...”

“Don’t, let’s go”

“I was just going to say you look kinda hot”

“Kinda?”

“Okay, you do look hot”

“Shut it and let’s go, please” I practically begged and he chuckled, clicking his car open and I ran inside, already feeling the curious eyes on us from people on campus.

“Ready?”

“I guess the rumor already started”

“Oh, really?” he asked with a boyish grin.

“Do you want your jacket back?”

“Later” he said as he pulled out from his parking spot and started driving through the streets for the dinner that was only a few blocks away.

I honestly didn’t get why he literally drove everywhere when everything was kind of near, but I’m not going to complain when I get free rides to pretty much anywhere. I turned on the radio since he was focusing on the road that was pretty busy right now instead of talking to me, and I don’t mind at all, but I saw his grin when John Mayer’s voice filled up the car through his speakers. Shawn started humming along to the melody quietly and I just tested my head on the window and enjoyed his lovely voice. I think he noticed it and started mumbling the words as well, placing his warm hand on my thigh. I could really get used to this, soft love songs and car rides everyday, not with Shawn, he was my best friend and I guess that would be weird... wouldn’t it?

He parked one block away from the entrance and we hopped off his jeep to walk there, but before I could move too much, his fingers laced with mine and I had to hold back an involuntary smile that threatened to blossom on my lips. He was making this seem like it was just natural acting like we were a real couple. Maybe it’s a soulmate thing.

The place was slightly crowded, with only a few booths available, but we managed to sit in one that was a bit more on the corner so we could focus on his work. As we sat down we started discussing the possibilities of what he could do this whole project about and how to actually do it. I took off my notepad and started taking notes that I thought were for relevant topics we were discussing so he could remember later.

“I didn’t even start it and I’m already stressed” he complained huffing and I giggled.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad, and I’m even helping you!”

“I know it could be worse, I just kinda wish it was better”

“Well, it isn’t, so you decided anything at all?”

“I did, your idea was great and I think I’ll use it”

“Thanks, I guess”

“Can we order? I’m starting to starve”

“You’re way too dramatic”

“Whatever” he said rolling his eyes, but I noticed the way the corner of his lips trembled and how he had to trap his bottom one between his teeth to hold back a smile “what do you want? Usual?”

“Yeah, that’s fine”

“Okay” he said and quickly ordered our food as I scribbled a few extra things for him to work on “what is it?”

“Hm, it’s basically what we talked about, or at least the most important stuff, for you to have in mind” I said ripping the page off carefully with a ruler and sliding the paper over the table.

“Your handwriting it’s still gorgeous” he spoke softly and I felt my face heat up slightly “this is really useful, thank you”

“This is my job”

“No, it’s not, this is just you being you”

“Me being me?”

“Yeah, all cute and organized, guess I should’ve expected it”

“Maybe” I shrugged and he winked at me, making my heart flutter on my chest “So-“ I said as I cleaned my throat “-How’s Mike?”

“Oh, he’s fine, he and Mel are really a thing, eh?”

“Yeah, didn’t think it would actually become something”

“He’s completely... I don’t know, he’s like a lost puppy without her you know?”

“He’s in love”

“I guess, but I’m happy for them”

“But? What do you mean with that?”

“I don’t know if it’s something they planned on happening, I guess it just did”

“That’s how this thing works, you can’t plan it, not even if you’re like me” and with that he chuckled.

“I guess I just find it weird”

“Why? Never been in love?”

“No, I mean... Not with someone I actually had something with”

“Beyoncé doesn’t count, Shawn” I said thanking the waitress as she placed our dishes.

“I’m not talking about her”

“So... who’s the lucky person?”

“No one”

“Oh really? Gonna play that with me now? C’mon, I’ve known you since we wore diapers”

“You, my beautiful girlfriend” he said ironically and I shook my head laughing.

“I’m serious!” little did I know he really meant it.

“So am I!”

“Okay, but you’re wrong, cause I love you too, my smelly boyfriend”

“Hey, I don’t smell bad, everyone always compliment my scent”

“If they’re into bike oil with leather smell, than I guess you don’t smell bad to them”

“I’m hurt” he dramatically placed his hand above his heart and I had to laugh at that “at least now I’ve got burgers and all your fries to console me”

“My fries?! They’re mine!”

“Not anymore” he said snatching the basket from me and I tried to reach out for them, but it was impossible with my height and his, he just lifted his arm and I could not reach it not even if I tried.

“Gimme back!”

“No, you said I smell”

“Are you five?”

“And a half!” he said stuffing his mouth with my fries.

“Ew, gross”

“Are you ten?” he said as soon as he swallowed every little fry.

“I hate you”

“You just said you loved your smelly boyfriend”

“Well, I don’t anymore, you ate my fries!”

“Not all, there’s a bunch left, and to get them back, all you have to do is say I smell great and that I’m hot”

“Why?”

“Do you want them back?”

“Fine, you smell great and you’re hot” I mumbled with my arms crossed over my chest and he gave me my basket back “I pity the girl that will be your actual girlfriend.

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, what kind of shitty boyfriend eat the girlfriend’s food?!”

“Fine, you can have half of my fries if you drop this pout from your face”

“Really?”

“God, you really are easily persuaded”

“We’re talking about french fries here, the love of my life”

“I thought I was the love of your life”

“Sure, whatever you say” I mumbled starting to eat.

Little did he know he really were.

                                                  -*-

“So, thank you for today, I actually had fun” I said as he parked in front of my building.

“Thanks for helping me out” he replied reaching back for my backpack, only to place it on my lap.

“Shawn... before I go... Just... If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone about how you feel, you can talk to me” I placed my hand on his bicep, squeezing it softly “and maybe you should tell them”

“Tell who what?”

“The person... that you fell for them, you’d be surprised with what they’d tell you back”

“Yeah... We’ll see about that, and I can’t do that right now, you’re my girlfriend for the rest of the campus”

“Yeah, there’s that... It wasn’t bad, was it?”

“What? Playing your fake boyfriend? Not really, it was nice to have you close to me again”

“It really did” I said and my gaze fell to his plump pink lips “so yeah... it’s late... it’s like six and I told Melissa I’d be back to study with her by four”

“Oof, sorry” he chuckled and leaned in, placing a longing kiss on my cheek, a bit too close to my mouth to be honest “goodnight, baby” he mumbled with his face still slightly too close to mine.

“Hm, yeah, bye, Shawn, let me know when you get home, see you tomorrow!” I said as I got out as fast as I could, running up the stairs and feeling my whole face burning.

This time I didn’t even look back to see him, just went straight on my door, only to find a note from Mel telling me to enjoy my date cause she would find someone else to help her out. So I decided to use my newly found free time to take a long shower to try to drawn those damn butterflies on my lower belly. I got out like half and hour later wrapped up on a fluffy robe and noticed my roommate was still out, so I grabbed my phone to check if there were any news coming from her, something like ‘hey, didn’t die, i’m at...’ whatever. But instead there was a simple:

“found you’re little note and my jacket on the backseat, btw i’m home, x” a text from Shawn.

Oh, so he actually found his jacket that I was wearing and that I left on his backseat so he would take it back, with a pink post it sticked to it saying “it’s yours, I should’ve returned it sooner, but don’t worry, I’ll steal it back pretty soon,x - your beautiful girlfriend”

To Shawnie:

“Glad you found it”

From Shawnie:

“They’re my favorite, but look better on you anyways”

To Shawnie:

“There’s no one reading our messages, don’t need to flirt with me”

From Shawnie:

“Ooh, I know that, baby, I gotta run now, see you tomorrow, x”

And with that, I didn’t even reply, just locked the screen and took a deep breath, feeling a familiar yet unknown warmth spreading all over my body, and it was and odd, but really good sensation. I decided to ignore it and turn on the TV, trying to find something to distract me. But it seemed impossible to take Shawn Mendes from my mind, and to be fair, I don’t know if I actually wanted to.  

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[all-things-skam]

Jens’ Season: Chapter seven

Saturday, February 15th

Freshly woken up, Jens stared at his ceiling, deep in his thoughts. He had slept for over twelve hours, but somehow still felt exhausted.

Now that the Xanax had worn off, he was left to face his thoughts, the same ones he tried to escape last night - with the addition of guilt.

The bag of pills sat louder than usual in his drawer, a reminder of yesterday’s moment of weakness. Jens wasn’t proud of himself for having taken a Xanax. But, sometimes, when your brain gets too loud and all you want is for it to stop, you make impulsive choices, bad choices. The severity of your choice only hits you the following morning, when you come back to your senses.

It’s not like he could go back in time though. What was done was done. But, he still felt remorse.

Even though it felt good.

Jens closed his eyes, turning over, about to fall back asleep when he saw that Lucas was trying to FaceTime.

He smiled, seeing his boyfriend's pouty face on his phone screen and answered. ‘’Hey, beautiful.’’

Lucas reciprocated the smile, but not fully. ‘’Hey… You never returned my messages last night. Everything okay?’’ he asked, pushing his fringe away from his face, voice a little worried.

Shit.

‘’Erm, yeah...sorry. I fell asleep super early.’’

Although it wasn’t a lie, Jens felt bad for omitting the truth to Lucas about his evening. But he couldn’t tell him about the Xanax, not after he promised he wasn’t taking any, not over Facetime. If the cat were to be out of the bag, it would be in person. It’s too easy to hang up on someone instead of listening to them.

‘’Oh. It’s okay,’’ Lucas said. The screen joistled, becoming a little blurry from the movements as Lucas adjusted his position on the couch, the bright yellow wall of his living room peeking in the background. ‘’I spent all night binge watching your Broerrrs vlogs.’’

Jens raised an eyebrow. ‘’All of them?’’

He had never counted how many vlogs they’ve posted on YouTube, but there was at least a dozen - if not more. They weren’t very long vlogs, but it was a commitment to binge them all. Jens found it cute that Lucas had spent his evening watching the vlogs - regardless how cringe-y some were.

Lucas hummed proudly. ‘’I missed your pretty face. And, you weren’t responding to my messages.’’

Jens scoffed. ‘’My face, uh?’’

‘’Yeah…’’ A light blush spread on Lucas’ cheeks and ears, biting back a grin. ‘’I’ll admit, you looked mighty fine in that wetsuit. Zero points for the wakeboarding skills, though...but it's not really what I was interested in.'' The brunet smirked, holding the camera closer. ''I was in the mood for something else. Too bad you were sleeping, I had to take matters into my own hands - literally. Wasn’t as good as the real thing though.’’

‘’No?’’ Jens said, faking innocence. ‘’You like my hand better?’’

‘’Your mouth, actually,’’ Lucas corrected, blunt. ‘’Those full lips aren’t just good for talking,’’ he added, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Heat rushed to Jens’ cheeks, but he wasn't embarrassed. He was pretty smug about it. Judging by the appreciative noises Lucas made whenever he went down on him, Jens had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Someone called Lucas’ name and he looked behind him, the screen going black as the phone fell on his chest. Jens could hear some voices, but it was hushed by Lucas’ hoodie material.

‘’Gotta go,’’ Lucas announced, returning to Jens.

‘’You’re kidding me?!’’

‘’My mom needs me to go grocery shopping. And then, I’m meeting up with Kes and Jayden.’’

The fucking tease.

Blood had started rushing down, feeling himself growing hard under his boxers. ‘’You can’t say shit like that and then...leave. Luc, come on! Don’t leave me hanging-’’

Lucas shrugged. ‘’Payback’s a bitch.’’ He blew a kiss and winked at the camera before ending the call.

The screen went black as Lucas hung up, disconnecting the call. Jens stared at his phone, mouth open slightly, having been cut off before he could protest any more. He felt his dick twitch and groaned in frustration, a reminder of his growing problem. What was he supposed to do now? Jerk off to the stains on his ceiling? He doubted it would work.

Lucas: Here’s something to help with your...problem. Took it last night with the thought of you 😏🍆✨

[Image attached]

Jens' mouth went dry as he stared at the photo.

Fuck.

A bare stomach, shirt bunched up near the lens and a hand sliding underneath sweatpants, mid-tone trail of hair vanishing into the darkness. The grey sweatpants had a significant tent and Jens knew it wasn't only Lucas' hand that was hidden under.

He clicked on the photo, making it fill his phone screen, gaze lingering on Lucas' smooth stomach, moles scattered here and there in various sizes. He recognized the fading hickey right on his hip bone, a memory from when Jens slept over at Lucas’. The bad lighting of what he assumed was Lucas' bedroom highlighted just enough to make Jens take a breath and reach into his boxers, mimicking Lucas' last night activities.

.

Monday, February 17th

Picking up his sister at school wasn’t Jens’ initial Monday plan. After spending a weekend apart, Lucas and him had planned to go to Lucas’ place after school to...hangout. While jerking off to Lucas’ explicit picture had done the job, it wasn’t as good as the real thing.

But their plan had been cut short when Jens’ mom couldn’t join their dad and his sister had no one to pick her up from school.

‘’Is this okay?’’ Lucas asked as they walked to Lotte’s school. He hadn't met any member of Jens’ family yet, he wanted to check with Jens first - even if Jens was the one who asked to come along.

Jens furrowed his eyebrows, confused. ‘’Why would it not be?’’

Lucas shrugged. ‘’I don’t know. She’s never met me. Won’t it be weird for her?’’

‘’No. She might pester you with tons of questions, but I don’t think she’ll catch on for us.’’

‘’Do you not want to tell her?’’

‘’It’s not that. I don’t even think she knows what bisexual means.’’

Even though Lotte was smart for her age, Jens doubted she had learned those big terms. The vastness of sexuality wasn't something they taught kids at school.

They stopped as they reached the school’ gate and Jens checked the time on his phone. Seven minutes left until class ends.

Jens leaned his back against the fence and listened as Lucas was telling him about his weekend. He told him about Isa getting drunk and singing karaoke, missing all the notes to this super cheesy love song. It was horrible - and hilarious. Lucas’ ears were still bleeding from the screeching and how off key she sounded. Jayden had made a video, but sadly Lucas didn’t have it.

As Jens was listening to Lucas’ other anecdotes from his weekend in Utrecht, both boys started getting dirty looks from other parents from simply holding hands. Lucas noticed first, his smile falling as he became very self-conscious of his surroundings, and let go of Jens’ hand. Jens didn’t comment on it, narrowing his eyes at the close minded, homophobic moms.

The final bell rang and kids poured out the front doors like a giant tidal wave. Lotte saw her brother and ran up to him giving him a hug from behind. “Where’s Mama? She was supposed to pick me up today.”

‘’Mom had to replace someone at work. She sent me instead,’’ he responded, reaching behind himself and putting a hand on her shoulder to hug her back.

‘’Where’s your jacket? Mama said to wear it this morning or you’re gonna get sick,’’ Lotte’ voice asked, standing behind her brother, noticing his absence of outwear.

‘’Someone stole it,’’ Jens defended, turning around to face her.

‘’Liar.’’ Jens made a face at her - very mature - and she glanced at Lucas, not recognizing him. ‘’Who are you?’’ she asked, giving him a look.

Her tone was a bit rude, but Lucas smiled at her. She’s a kid, he reminded himself. ‘’I’m Lucas. You must be Lotte? Jens told me about you.’’

She pulled her eyebrows together. ‘’He did?’’ Lucas hummed. ‘’Well, I never heard of you. How long have you and Jens been friends for? You’ve never come around before with Robbe or the other guys?”

Lucas laughed and gave Jens a look, not knowing what to say. Lucky for him, Jens came to his rescue.

‘’Lucas is coming home with us. We...we have a school project to work on,’’ he lied. ‘’And...he’s not just my friend, Lotte. Lucas is my boyfriend.’’

‘’Your boyfriend?’’ she repeated, a bit confused. ‘’Don’t you mean girlfriend? Where did Jana go?’’

The thing with children was that they have no filters - and always asked tons of questions. Lucky for him, Lotte loved Jana and liked to constantly ask about her absence.

‘’We are not together anymore.’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’Because we're just not.’’ Jens sighed, getting impatient and irritated by his sister’s questions. ‘’Now, let’s go.’’ He took her hand and they were on their way.

Lotte didn’t notice Jens irritation and proceeded to ramble on as they made their way home. Kids had a lot of things to say at this age.

Jens pulled out his keys to unlock the door when Lotte reminded him about her dance recital.

‘’I have a dance spectacle on Thursday, will you be there? Dad said he’ll be there,’’ she said, excitedly. ‘’He said he’ll bring me flowers.’’

‘’I’ll be in the front row.’’

‘’You’ll be coming too, right?’’ she asked Lucas, taking the brunet by surprise.

He hadn't expected Lotte to invite him, given how haughty she acted to him minutes ago, but kids can be surprising.

‘’If that’s alright with Jens,’’ Lucas responded, glancing at his boyfriend for approval.

Jens looked between his sister and his boyfriend. ‘’I should be asking you the same. My parents will be there. You ready to meet them?’’

.

Tuesday, February 18th

Taking a break from his homework, Jens decided to get something to eat. He had eaten dinner less than an hour ago, but was still hungry. This paper was due tomorrow and he wasn't half-way done. Maybe he was stress eating? Who knows.

Jens was almost at the end of the stairs, thinking whether he should take cookies or chips when he saw his father’s laptop and dress shoes in the entrance, next to his sister’s pink rain boots. He furrowed his eyebrows. It was possible that his dad didn’t need his laptop, that they had computers at his job, but why would he leave work without his shoes? And why was he not home yet? It was way past 5pm.

Should he call his mom? What was his dad’s work’s company name? Maybe he can make a call and ask if he’s at his desk or if someone named Mohamed Stoffels works for them? If he wasn’t at work, where was he? His car wasn’t in the driveway, he had to be somewhere.

.

Wednesday, February 19th

Aaron: Is tomorrow alright with everyone?

Robbe: Good for me!

Moyo: Me too!

Aaron: Jens?

Jens’ phone buzzed on his bed, lost under his textbooks. The History test that had been reported was happening tomorrow and Jens had completely forgotten until he heard some girl mention it in class. He and Lucas’ studying attempt hadn’t been a success in terms of real studying so Jens had to power through and learn everything in less than 24h.

Why is he so last minute?

Jens: Can’t

Jens: I’m going to my sister’s dance spectacle. Can’t miss it

Moyo: We need to film a Broerrrs vlog soon though. I know we posted on Valentine’s Day, but we filmed that almost a month ago. We need new content

Robbe: I’m going to lunch with Sander and his mom on Saturday and visiting my mom on Sunday

Jens: Why don’t we just plan something for next week? Like on Wednesday? We can do something at the skatepark?

Aaron: That sounds good to me. I’m free that day

Moyo: So, Amber finally let you off your leash 😂

Aaron: 🖕🏻

Robbe: That works for me as well

Jens: Cool. See everybody on Wednesday after school

.

Thursday, February 20th

Jens waited for Lucas outside the auditorium Lotte’s dance spectacle was held at. He checked his phone, waiting for an update from Lucas about his journey. He said he was close to the venue, but that was ten minutes ago. Where was he?

From here, he could hear the group of hostile parents ranting about their children' talent and how their child was better than everyone else and tearing others down. Jens hated this kind of parents. They were showing toxic behavior to their kids and teaching them the wrong way of being competitive.

A head of curls turned the corner and Jens smiled, seeing Lucas had dressed up a bit for the occasion, having switched his blue jeans for black ones and a less wrinkly tee shirt. It was cute that he put effort and wanted to look good, make a good impression when meeting his boyfriend's parents.

''Am I late?'' he asked, seeing a few parents getting inside and a lot of cars in the parking lot. ''I was on the phone with Kes and didn't see time pass.''

Jens put his phone in his pocket and shook his head. ''No. You're good.'' He stole a kiss from Lucas, lingering as if they hadn't seen each other at school two hours ago. Did he put cologne on? ''Ready to meet my mom?''

Lucas made a quiet noise but smiled, nodding. He hadn’t said anything, but his stomach was knotted with a small stress from meeting Jens’ parents. Jens said his parents would like him, but Lucas couldn’t help but think: ‘what if they don’t?’. After all, he was the first boy Jens would introduce to them.

''Mom.''

Fenna stopped her conversation with the woman next to her and glanced at her son. She smiled, seeing that he wasn't alone. ''You must be Lucas. My daughter told me about you. 'Jens' new ‘girlfriend'.''

Lucas chuckled at Lotte's word mixing and nodded. ''Yeah. That's me.''

“It’s very nice to meet you, Lucas. You must like Jens very much to come to an 8 years old’s dance recital.”

Jens face turned bright red as his mom teased him, fulfilling her motherly duty to embarrass her son.

Lucas grinned, leaning back against Jens. ‘’Actually, Lotte invited me. I hope I'm not intruding.’’

Fenna shook her head. ''Not at all. I’m glad she invited you. Otherwise, I don’t know when nor if Jens would’ve told me about you.’’

Jens rolled his eyes. ‘’Of course I would've. It’s just very recent, Mom.’’

‘’Don’t just stand there. Have a seat.'' She took her purse from the chair beside her and Jens sat down, Lucas doing the same next to him. ''Get ready to be amazed at the amount of glitter and squealing that is about to happen.”

.

‘’Where were you?’’ Jens asked the second his dad came home, turning on the small lamp.

He had been waiting for him in the living room, lights turned off, like parents do in movies when their kids miss curfew. Jens knew his mom wouldn’t confront him about missing Lotte’s dance spectacle, but seeing how upset his sister was, his dad needed to be questioned.

‘’You missed Lotte’s dance spectacle.’’

‘’It was tonight?’’ He removed his jacket, hanging it on the hooks in the entrance. ‘’I got held back at work. I’m sorry-’’

‘’I’m not the one you should apologize to. You promised her you’d be there. Do you know how heartbroken she was when she came on stage and didn’t see you in the front row?’’

‘’I’ll be there next time.’’

Bullshit. Jens scoffed. ‘’Don't make promises you know you can’t keep. Everyone might buy your lies, but I don’t.’’

Mohamed frowned, confused. ‘’What is this about?’’

‘’I’m the one who had to hold her while she cried after her dance performance because you weren’t there. I’m the one who picked her up on Monday because you weren’t answering your phone. I’m the one who took you to bed the night you got so drunk you couldn’t take off your shoes on your own. I’m the one who is helping mom around the house because you’re never there. We’re about to lose the house because of you. Because instead of picking yourself back up, you pile on the lies and assume we’re all blind enough to not notice.’’

‘’I’m tired of always having to cover for you every time you fuck up. You’re the father figure in this family, not me.’’

‘’I’m doing better now, I have a job and-’’

‘’Do you even have a job? Or is it another one of your lies? Because I saw your work shoes and laptop at the bottom of the stairs on Tuesday and I’m 99% certain you left the house with them in the morning.’’

Mohamed’s face tightened and Jens’ eyes grew wide, realizing that he had just confronted his father and was right about him lying.

“Go to your room. It’s late and you have school tomorrow.”

‘’Are you sending me to my room because I’m out of line or because I’m right?’’

Jens didn’t wait for his dad’s response, walking over to the stairs and going to his room, like he was ordered to.

He closed his bedroom door behind him and locked it. His heart was beating fast behind his chest, reeled up from the argument with his dad. He hadn’t meant to get this heated nor to confront him about everything, but once he started talking, he just word-vomited the rest.

Jens wished their conversation hadn’t gone like that, but he couldn’t keep everything in anymore. He had enough.

He wondered if his mom had heard them? They didn’t yell, but it was pretty intense. Jens didn't care though. If anything, it was a good thing that his mom heard. Now, she knew about her husband's lies.

He felt a tightening pain in his chest and his mind was racing. Running his hands over his face, Jens needed to calm down or else he wouldn't be able to sleep. He went to his dresser, pulled it open, and groaned, remembering that he was still out of weed. He needs to see Michiel and ask for more soon.

The bag of Xanax stared at him in the drawer, a couple white pills left in it, right next to his rolling paper. He had told himself he wouldn’t take Xanax again, but it was - again - his only option tonight.

Once the pill swallowed, Jens went to lay on his bed and curled up on himself, waiting for the medication to kick in.

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Friday, February 21st

‘’Where are we meeting them?’’

‘’The bar in front of the café. You know, the one you met Sander and Robbe at?’’ Jens explained, pulling on his shoes and fishing his keys from his jacket to lock the door on his way out.

Lucas hummed.

The bar that they usually go to was having a half off drink special, so they decided that they should all go out and have a guys night. Robbe had invited Sander and suggested that Jens ask Lucas to come as well. Moyo and Aaron had already met Lucas so him tagging along wouldn’t cause too much suspicion. And, it’s not like they would all stay together inside the bar - at least, not all night.

‘’I was hoping it would be just the two of us tonight,’’ Lucas said with a pout, looking too cute for his own good.

Jens sighed, stepping forward where Lucas was standing. ‘’Me too, but I can’t always blow my friends off. We can always sneak into the bathroom or something? I’m sure we’ll find a place to make out.’’

Lucas smirked. ‘’I like this idea very very much.’’ He leaned his head against Jens’ and brought their lips together, winding his arms around Jens neck, and snaking a hand in his hair.

Their kiss was short as Jens pulled back, suddenly reminded of something.

‘’I forgot something upstairs. I’ll be quick.’’

Sighing, Lucas let go of him and Jens hurried upstairs, climbing the stairs two by two to save time.

He opened his top drawer and reached for the bag of pills, fully aware that Lucas was waiting downstairs and that he was doing this behind his back. Jens contemplated if he should take one, knowing Moyo would have weed on him and would share a blunt with them and he’d feel the same. But, he wanted the high now and knew the effects of Xanax were much faster and more efficient than weed.

Just as he was about to pop it into his mouth, Lucas opened his bedroom door and came up behind him.

‘’Jens, Robbe asked if we were on our way- What are you doing?!’’

Whirling around, Jens saw Lucas standing in his doorway, blue eyes wide and staring right at the Xanax he was about to take. Fuck.

‘’You said you weren’t taking any. You lied to me.’’ Lucas shook his head, stepping back.

Jens tried to reach out and explain what was happening, but Lucas was backing away from him, completely disconcerted. He didn’t know what hurt more; that his boyfriend had lied to him or that he had snuck upstairs to take this shit.

‘’Sorry, I..I have to go home,’’ Lucas said, voice shaky as he turned on his heels and raced down the stairs.

Cursing under his breath, Jens dropped the pill and went after him. ‘’Luc, wait!’’

[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

Invitations and Feelings

First, Previous, Ao3

Word count: 1040

Warnings: mentions of stuff from the last two chapters

Patton frowned at the gash Logic's knife had left in his armour. It was deep, if not deep enough for him to get hurt, and Logic or any other Villain could easily take advantage of it if they had seen the news. He'd have to find a way to repair it.

There had been no people left in the building when it had blown up and it was uptown, so the police would actually investigate and not just shrug it off with a "Stealing from rich people isn't a real crime". Like this, he wouldn't have to investigate what had been stolen on his own, which was always hard when the building was completely destroyed.

Patton ate the last of his salmon and brought the plate to the sink before going back down to the shop.

It was time to stop worrying about Professor Logic's plan - for now - and start worrying about Logan's plans.

Patton bit his lip as he wondered how he should ask.

Should he lead with the fact that they had been friends for three years or would that sound too much like he would ask Logan to stop coming?

' I wanted to ask you something' sounded weird, even in his mind.

He sighed and filled his mug with fresh coffee. Maybe he could make this just a little easier on himself. He wouldn't go deep into Logan's emotions, just to the surface, just to see what his strongest emotions were at the moment. He didn't even have to go deep enough to find out why he felt them.

The bell rung and Patton jumped.

"Hello, Patton," Logan greeted with a small smile. "How are you doing?"

He was happy with just a bit of annoyance slowly fading to the back.

"I'm good," Patton smiled up at him. "One of the cats is pregnant again, Cat-sablanca."

Amusement mixed itself with the happiness.

"You named one of them Cat-sablanca?"

"Yup, I did."

"My day was pretty boring," Logan said and the annoyance came up again. "Sometimes I wonder how stupid people can be and still somehow survive in the modern world."

He shook his head.

"What happened?" Patton asked and nearly flinched at the sudden jolt of fear he got from Logan.

"Nothing special," Logan waved, his face not betraying the fear he had felt at the question. "Just had to explain a simple concept five times and I'm still not sure they all understood what I was saying. I could've just spoken Chinese and they would've understood just as well, if not better."

Patton chuckled and felt the fear ease up again. "Do you know Chinese?"

"I learned it a few years ago. I might be a bit rusty but I can still hold a conversation," Logan was a lot more comfortable now that they weren't talking about work anymore. Maybe he just didn't like his current job?

Patton knew that he was an honorary professor and didn't always teach classes but didn't know what he did otherwise. Just that it had something to do with science.

"Apropos, conversation," Patton said even though it wasn't really related. "My sister is getting married in a month and I was wondering if maybe you would like to come with me?"

Surprise overshadowed every other feeling for a moment.

"You'd want me to be your plus one?" Logan asked. Another feeling tried to push past the surprise.

"I- Yes. I don't really know most of the guests and it would be nice to have someone I know and like there with me," he felt his ears heat up.

"When is the wedding?" Logan asked the words wrapped in a blanket of fondness that Patton almost choked on.

"It's the 15th."

Uncertainty bloomed up, clearer now that the surprise was fading.

"The 15th? I'm not sure but I think I have an appointment there. I can try to reschedule though. I'd love to go with you," Logan smiled at him and Patton could tell that he meant it. "I'll let you know as soon as possible."

Patton smiled back at him.

"That'd be great," he pushed his glasses up. "My parents will probably assume we're dating but they shouldn't bother us too much."

Another emotion blossomed at Logan's conscience. Patton wasn't sure what it was. Longing? No, something different. Patton couldn't name it but it made his cheeks heat up even more.

"So, did you want to buy some flowers?" he tried to change the topic so he wouldn't devel on that feeling for too long.

It seemed to snap Logan out of whatever state he was in.

"Oh, of course," he licked over his lips. "I've been wanting to get a small plant for my office desk. Do you have something easy to take care off?"

"Sure," Patton began to move through the shop. "Succulents are very well-known for being low-maintenance. They don't need much water and you can keep them in one pot for a long time without having to worry about them growing too big."

Patton stopped reading Logan's emotions. He had already invaded Logan's privacy enough.  

Logan left again with a small succulent in his arms and Patton collapsed against his counter with a squeal.

He'd done it. Logan had said that he'd love to come with him.

He managed to take a few deep breaths and pressed his hands against his burning cheeks.

After a few moments, he picked up his phone and texted his sister that he might have a date.

He noticed a missed call from last night from Roman.

Oh dear, the twins had probably watched the news.

He called Roman back.

"Patton?!" Remus picked up.

Roman protested in the background and Paton caught "Just put it on speaker!"

"Patton, are you okay?" Remus asked. "We saw you get stabbed!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Patton assured them. "It was just the armour, don't worry."

"You're really okay?" Roman sounded relieved.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry I missed your call yesterday, I didn't see it until now."

"It's fine!" Roman said.

"We're just glad you're not dead..."

Patton could hear something in the background.

"We've got to go now," Roman said. "See you tomorrow, Padre!"

"Bye!"

"See you tomorrow, kiddos," Patton smiled.

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[deceitfuldevil]

Rose Hips — P.P

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter have been back and forth flirting for too long, but a shampoo change and a craving for a certain snack late at night leads you to be saved by the one and only Spider-Man, who acts and sounds just like your best friend. . .

Warnings: swearing, use of a gun, etc.

Word Count: 4.6K

“Jesus Christ, how are we already halfway through May?” MJ asked, rubbing her eyes, she had obviously taken a nap on the bus ride to school.

“Well since today’s the 15th and there’s thirty-one days in May there’s no one whole day that’s a halfway mark of the month” Ned explained simply, earning a look from MJ as he did so.

“It was a rhetorical question dipshit.” You chuckled lightly and looked to Peter for his reaction, but he was lightly snoring with his face uncomfortably pressed into a desk. You were about to nudge him so he’d be awake for first period but when the bell rang he shot up, red lines across his left cheek from laying on the desk.

—

You were usually the first to lunch as you had 5th period gym and 6th period lunch and the two were right next to each other. But today when you got down to the cafeteria you saw Peter sitting, or really sleeping at your usual table. Which was odd because his 5th period was chemistry on the 3rd floor, and the cafeteria was on the first floor; he was usually the last one to lunch.

“Jeez Pete, how much sleep did you get?” you said taking a seat next to him at the circular table, opening up your brown paper lunch bag.

“Huh?!” You must’ve startled Peter because she shot up with a jolt. You were always concerned for his well being but as of lately he seemed to be doing worse. He’s changed a lot since he took that Stark internship last year.

“I said...” You started, looking into his bloodshot eyes that practically caved into his face.

“How much sleep did you get?”

“7 hours...” he said with a grumble, obviously not wanting to be awake at the moment

“If you got seven hours of sleep last night then why do you-”

“This week”

“What?”

“I got seven hours of sleep this week,” he said plainly, rubbing his eyes as MJ quietly sat down at the table with the two of you.

“Wow, that’s a new record” she said sarcastically.

“Peter that isn’t good, you need to take care of yourself!” You said in a matter-of-fact kind of a way, gently cupping his face in your small hands as he flashed a small smile.

“Are you coming to our study session tonight?” Fridays were you and Peter’s designated hang out day, which started Freshman year just to coax your parents into letting you have a boy over but now the two of you just watch movies and pig out on junk food. However, you still called them your study sessions; it was just your little thing with him.

“Well actually I—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you’re coming over tonight whether you like it not.”

“Oh Y/n’s over here making her move huh?” Ned asked as he sat down next to Peter, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t we wish,” MJ said somewhat under her breath. She knew how you felt about Peter, but was in no place to tattle.

“I’ll text May and let her know you’re staying the night” You said pulling out your phone and typing something out.

“Yeah like she’s ever gonna let me do that,” Peter said with a light laugh.

“You wanna bet?” You said with a smile, showing Peter your phone that showed May’s text that read: “Keep him for the whole weekend if you want! And make sure that boy gets some sleep, you know he sleeps best in your arms :).”

Peter turned a light shade of pink and stole a pudding cup from Ned, keeping his lips sealed.

“That’s what I thought,” You said with a proud smile, digging into your lunch.

Pulling the keys to your apartment out of your backpack, you unlocked your door and opened it for Peter to walk in. He mumbled a small “thank you” and made a b-line for your room before you could even close the door behind him. You smiled softly and locked up behind him, dropping your book bag following after him, only to find him loosely tucked into your twin-sized bed. You sighed seeing the overly tired Peter Parker in your bed; platonic friendships that didn’t always act platonic were rough, especially when both one of them had feelings for the other. Peter heard you sigh and opened one eye to peek at you, outstretching his arms from under your light pink duvet as a sign for you to come and join him. You happily obliged to.

Cuddling with Peter was just about your favorite thing to do. This started halfway through freshman year when he showed up at your door at 11 pm after he tried to pull a cheesy cliche on the girl he was crushing on; she called him a nerd and threw rocks at him, giving him a black eye. He was so upset because he was so sure that she’d fall for him if he copied the 1989 movie “Say Anything” and played her favorite song on a boombox outside her window. But she was a bitchy cheerleader that only went after jocks with 2-bit brains, not cute boys with 4.0 GPAs. Or at least that’s what you told Peter as he held onto you as if he’d lose you too if he let go.

“Where are you parents?” Peter mumbled, drawing you out of your memories.

“Peter.. take me to dinner first!” you said with a smile as you turned over to face him.

“Oh shut up!” He said in a playful tone, pulling the duvet over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“They’re away on another business trip, Chicago this time I think,” you said with a sad smile, your lips forming a thin line.

“Yikes, for how long this time?” he asked carefully, even though he knew you were beyond used to it by now.

“4 or 5 weeks, I’m really not sure. They’ll be back once school ends though.. I think.” Peter sighed, he wished that you had someone to be there for you. He wanted to be that person.

“You’re so lucky you have May, it must be nice to almost always have someone to come home to and not just an empty house,” You said as you used your index finger to trace Peter’s jawline. How it got so sharp and defined over the years was beyond you.

“At least you still have your parents.” Peter didn’t mention his parents often, especially outside of the confines of just the two of you. But every now and then he’d make a comment, maybe even a joke. Like most teens he too used humor as a coping mechanism.

“Yeah, but you still grew up with someone to guide you; the last time I remember my parents being home for more than a month was when I was 12.″

“I don’t knowwww, finding out your parents died in a plane crash at six sounds pretty traumatic to me,” He said in a teasing way, a way so that you knew he was kidding.

“Oh fuck off and cuddle me so that we can both get some sleep,” You said turning back over and pushing your back into his as he wrapped his hands around your waist. If anyone saw the position the two of you were in they would’ve immediately assumed you were a couple.

—

When you woke up and checked your clock it was 4:00AM; you knew that both you and Peter were extremely tired but you didn’t think you were both sleep-for-thirteen-hours kind of tired. Either way you turned over to take a peek at Peter and found him in a deep sleep lightly snoring. It was times like these when you were reminded of why you adored this boy so damn much. Not being able to help yourself you gave Peter a quick kiss on his cheek before tip-toeing out of the room to take a shower.

After turning the water on you checked your phones’ notifications, seeing a text from May amongst a few other snaps from friends.

May 💐

Hey, did Peter get any sleep yet?

You smiled, loving how much she cared for her Nephew.

we’ve been asleep since we got home at 3pm yesterday. I just woke up and I’m about to shower now but he’s still asleep :)

Hitting send you set your phone down on the bathroom counter and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water run all over your body. The best thing about AM showers in New York apartments was that you actually got some hot water for once.

Hopping out and drying yourself off you threw on a clean oversized Midtown high sweater and some pajama shorts, which ended up disappearing under the sweater anyways.

Walking back into your room you saw that it was now 4:23AM and to no surprise Peter was still sound asleep. You smiled contently and got back under the covers, not cuddling into him though as you didn’t want to wake him from his sleep. But a few minutes later you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You called out to Peter asking if you woke him but he didn’t even stir. He must’ve pulled you closer in his sleep. He even started to draw small circles in the small of your back with his index finger as he continued to lightly snore, and the thought of him doing that absent minded-ly alone was enough to send you right back to sleep in a giddy haze.

—

Peter woke up before you this time, seeing that it was 8:12AM on your clock. You were tightly snuggled into him and he just couldn’t help but to give you a peck on the cheek, something he didn’t know you reciprocated. But right as he gave you a light kiss he got a whiff of your hair; it smelled like roses and apples. It was heavenly and made him more relaxed than he’s felt all week. Without even really thinking about it Peter began to run his fingers through your soft clean hair, almost soothing himself back to sleep. But when you started to stir in your sleep he stopped and tried to act asleep so you wouldn’t know what he was doing. You stayed silent for a couple minutes, leading Peter to believe that you had fallen back asleep. That was until you spoke up.

“You didn’t have to stop that you know. I kinda liked it.” Without a reply Peter went back to playing with your hair, bringing a smile to your face.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asked about 10 minuets later, shocking you a bit because he was right.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you asked, turning over to face him this time.

“You used to smell like honey, now you smell like apples and roses,” he stated plainly.

“Wow, no one’s ever noticed.”

“Well keep using this shampoo, I love it.” You gave Peter a fake offended look for that comment.

“And since when do I take orders from you?”

“Since I’m your best friend and you love me so you’d do anything for me,” he said with a grin, knowing damn well he was right.

“Oh shut up you dork.”

“Why don’t you make me?” You raised your eyebrows at his cockiness, but simply landed a kiss about an inch away from his lips and got out of bed to make breakfast, leaving a speechless Peter in bed.

“You said ‘make me.’ What did you expect?” you asked, popping your head back in just to see his awe-struck face.

You settled on the impossibly easy bowl of cereal, grabbing a bowl for Peter as well. He walked in as you were pouring him a bowl, but now he was wearing your NY Giants flannel pajama pants that you set aside for him weeks ago when he stayed the night and had no PJs to sleep in... and he lacked a shirt. Not to say that you hadn’t seen Peter shirtless before but ever since he took that Stark internship he’s gotten a lot more... buff. Anytime you’d see him shirtless you’d turn red without fail, you assumed this was his way to get back at you for following up on his “make me” statement. The two of you always played petty flirty games like that, and you both always assumed the other meant it in a completely platonic way.

“Jeez y/n, take a picture it’ll last longer,” Peter said jokingly, making you avert your gaze after realizing you’d been staring while you were deep in thought.

“Special K? Isn’t that stuff supposed to be healthy? Don’t you have any Captain Crunch around here or something?” Peter whined, making you roll your eyes at him.

“God you’re such a child! Besides, even if this stuff is ‘healthy’ it tastes really good.” Huffing dramatically Peter took a bowl and munched down on it, finishing it and then proclaiming that the cereal was “just OK” prompting you to throw a spoon at him.

—

The rest of that weekend was filled with similar flirty events and cuddle filled movie binges, and the school week consisted of pep rallies, field days, and other lax activities as graduation was on Wednesday the following week. It was nice to have a chill week after a long and stressful year, and Peter was clearly getting more sleep now that school work wasn’t a bigger part of his life anymore. Before you knew it, it was Friday again.

“Ever heard of a flirtationship?” Ned asked, munching down on his curly fries at lunch.

“...no?” You spoke, adding a questioning tone at the end encouraging him to go on.

“It’s what you and Peter have.” Before you could reply asking what that even meant, MJ chimed in as well.

“Skinny love would be another good term for you two weirdos.”

You were somewhat baffled. MJ knew of your feelings for Peter but you’d never heard these terms before in your life.

“Just look it up on urban dictionary, it’s all there,” Ned spoke simply, like it was painfully obvious. You pulled out your phone and opened safari, typing urba�� before the auto-fill for UrbanDictionary.com came up. Quickly clicking your fingers across the keyboard you first looked up what a “flirtationship” was.

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Flirtationship

An unofficial relationship that involves tons of flirting. Usually between two friends, and it's all fun and games until one of them falls for the other and turns it into a Relationship.

"OMG! John and Stacy totally in a flirtationship!"

You scoffed, looking over to Ned and giving him the finger. “Peter and I are nothing like that, we’re just—”

“What aren’t we like?” Making you jump and fumble your phone from your hand, Peter came up behind you resting his chin on your head.

“Oh nothing, it’s just obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that the two of you have undeniable feel—“

“OKAY THANK YOU THAT’S ENOUGH MJ,” You said lightly chucking a banana at her, but she blocked it with her sketchbook.

“I’m just saying,” she said with a shrug, ultimately leaving Peter confused but he shrugged it off and began to ask about your day so far. In the middle of telling him how Mr. T made you run 2 extra laps in gym for running late in the locker room he took a large whiff of your hair.

“So what’s the name of that shampoo you use anyways?” Peter asked amidst a sweet daze as he began to run his fingers through your hair. Had anyone else, even Ned try to do that you would have been weirded out and moved away. But there was something calming that soothed you when Peter did it.

"Rose Hips by Herbal Essence,” you told him with a smile, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

“Dude, how’d you smell something so faint?” MJ asked, genuinely curious.

“Mmm must’ve been my Peter tingle” he said, still entranced in the smell.

“I’m sorry— your Peter what now?” MJ said with a laugh, but Ned threw an empty thing of pudding at Peter's head and brought him out of his trance.

“Oh uh, nothing” Peter said quickly, now sitting down beside you. You looked to MJ and gave her a “what the fuck was that??” kind of a look and she only shrugged. You didn’t notice Ned giving Peter the “why the hell would you say that dude?!” eyes and Peter only shushing him as you turned back around.

After that lunch came and went, as did the rest of the day. Thank god it was Friday again, and a long weekend at that. But you and Peter’s “study sessions” have become less concrete over the past few months, Peter has been showing up late or even not at all, giving some sort of lame excuse like:

“Oh May really needed my help with something.”

“Well you know that Stark internship is keeping me pretty busy.”

“Ned got a new LEGO set and said he couldn’t build it without me.”

It got to the point where you’d stop asking where he was or if he was even coming over. If he came, he came. If he didn’t, you settled for a bullshit excuse.

Sure this upset you and you told MJ about it but she just brushed it off as typical teenage boy things. Yet she wouldn’t stop reminding you that he’d probably spend more time with you if you told him how you really felt, and you kept reminding her that that was never gonna happen.

Before he started flaking Peter usually stopped by around 7pm, so when you looked over at the clock and saw that it was 10:30 at night you figured he wasn’t coming. The latest he ever showed up at your door was 1:00AM and you had already been up for hours cramming for a test that week so he stopped you and you both ate junk food until you passed out. He was gone in the morning though, and he didn't end up being at school that day either. Said he got sick in the middle of the night or something?

Anyways, Delmars was due to close in half an hour and you had a craving for some Cheeto puffs. So you threw a hoodie on over your pajama shorts and tank top and grabbed a five dollar bill. It was a block and a half away and even though the streets at night weren’t your favorite scene you were too hungry to care.

Leaving your apartment with nothing but a five dollar bill, your phone, and the keys to your apartment, you left and locked the door behind you, as your parents were still away on that business trip in Chicago. Walking into the store you looked to the clock and saw it was now 10:47PM, and a worker there was cleaning and starting to pack things up. You grabbed a bag of Cheeto puffs and quietly went up to the register. Paying and going on your way you bid the cashier a good night you started your trek back home.

Only about half a block into your commute did you feel off, making a quick glance behind you you saw a hooded figure following you about 3 yards away. “No big deal,” you thought. Maybe he’s just gotten off work is is really tired, and you have your trust pepper— oh fuck. Ever since an overly strict hall monitor caught you with a keyring with pepper spray on it you weren’t allowed to bring it to school because it was considered a “weapon,” and even then you were given week's detention.

All this overthinking made you look back again in fear and this time the hooded figure was less than a yard away from you. You immediately tried to pick up the pace but he pulled you into a nearby alleyway and covered your mouth with his hand. Only following your instinct you bit down as hard as you could on the man's hand, he cried out in pain.

“You bitch!”

You thought that was the end of it and you were going to make a run for it but then you heard a gun cock.

“I wanted to do this the easy way but it’s already obvious you aren’t gonna make that possible. Now where is your—“

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even actually see what happened. It was nearly 11:00 o’clock at night after all. But the next thing you knew you saw the well-known butt-kicking New York superhero known as Spider-Man on top of the man throwing punch after punch at him. You stared in awe for a moment, for so many reasons. You had only seen the famous Spider-Man in YouTube videos across the internet, he was known to be very peaceful and not hurt the criminals, and all in all you didn’t think he’d stop such a small crime as what was happening to you, let alone even catch it.

After catching your own breath you wrapped your arms around the blue and red spandex bound man pulling him off your attacker.

“You’re going to kill him!” You shouted. Only then did the masked hero look at you and hold his gaze. Usually you felt uncomfortable when people would stare at you but there was nothing uncomfortable about the situation; it felt like you’ve done it before. But as soon as your attacker started to try and get up Spider-Man webbed him to a wall, and his gun a few yards away so he wouldn’t be able to use it when the cops showed up.

Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist your newfound rescuer instructed you to hold on. You did as you were told but something was off; that voice sounded familiar.

He swung you all the way home, right to your window in fact. Settling on the fire escape right outside he released the webbing from his hand but didn’t let go of your waist. Instead, he ran his gloved fingers through your hair and took a long whiff from your head. Exhaling slowly, he came back to his senses.

Now you definitely had your fair share of dumbass moments but you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not realize who was behind that mask.

“Ahem, your apartment... madam?” He said, clearing his throat and adding a queens accent. You decided to play along, just a little bit though.

“Oh why thank you so much Spider-Man! You’re my hero!” You said, embracing him in a tight hug. He embraced you back and the small circles he drew on the small of your back with his index finger only further proved to you that this was indeed Peter Parker.

“But... How did you know where I live? Let alone my exact apartment window?” He froze, he was no longer drawing circles on your back and his breathing was hitched. You could hear his heart rate increasing ever rapidly.

“You uh–“ He stammered, losing his fake queens accent.

“You told me, yeah, you told me you lived in apartment number 32D” Ah, there was that lovely fake accent. But it was weaker, shakier.

“That’s funny ‘cause I don’t remember saying a single word to you before you brought me to this fire escape. But wait, if I told you that I lived in apartment 32D, how’d you know that this is the window to my bedroom?”

There was a shit-eating grin plastered across your face. You had him cornered and he knew it, you were just waiting for him to say it.

“I uh— well you see... it’s not really– ummmm,” He was fumbling over every word and the fake accent was long gone but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give in and admit it. So you reached your hands up to the neck of his suit and started to pull up on the red neckline of the fabric. When you had just pulled it over enough so that you could see his entire chin and mouth you knew without a doubt that it was Peter.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? Super heroes aren’t really supposed to reveal their true identity to anyone.” He dropped all the bullshit, he was speaking with the same voice he talked to you with at lunch.

“Oh I’m sure,” You said with a laugh, continuing to pull the mask up his face at an agonizingly slow pace. Peter grabbed your wrists after you unveiled his nose.

“But Mr. Stark said if anyone I love finds out I’m Spider-Man then they’ll be under risk from bad guys around the world!” He exclaimed, not seeming to realize what he just confessed. At that point you quickly pulled off the rest of the mask and stared deep into Peters brown eyes. It was dark out and there was nothing but the moonlight shining on his face but still you searched for any sense of mistruth or uncertainty and saw nothing but unrelenting truth.

“You... you love me?”

Only then did he retrace his words and realized what hadspilled from his mouth.

“No! I mean, yes, oh my god yes I do I have since sophomore year when you kicked flash in the balls for calling me Penis Parker for the thousandth time that day, but if that means you don’t wanna be my friend anymore than in that case I don’t like you at all and this whole thing can totally be forgotten and—“

“Peter!” You interrupted

“Yeah?”

“I love you too,” you said softly, looking into his eyes with nothing but admiration.

“You do? Because if you don’t that’s really fine and I’d totally understand cause like—”

You knew there was no other way to shut him up besides doing the only thing you’ve wanted to do for 3 years. You kissed him. Standing up on your tippy-toes you cupped his cheek with your hands and gently pressed your lips to his. It was everything you’d thought it’d be and more; he tasted like banana laffy taffy, which happened to be your favorite candy so you weren’t complaining. Pulling away Peter’s eyes stayed shut a few seconds longer than yours, just doing his best to relish in the moment as long as possible before having to resurface back to the pain that is reality.

“Do I need to kiss you again to bring you back down to earth?” Peter said nothing but smiled wider than you’d ever seen before and nodded slowly. You smiled contently and went in for a quick peck before Peter came back to reality and put his hands tenderly on your face keeping your lips attached to his as he attempted to deepen the kiss. You gave in but only for a moment, soon pulling away and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Okay calm down lover boy, that’s fun and all but it’s freezing out here and I can’t feel my feet.” Without a second to spare Peter picked you up bridal style and carried you into your bedroom. You spent the whole night cuddling, kissing, and making him tell you every last detail about what it was like being Spider-Man.

—

A/N

Hi all, today is June 8th 2020... almost 4 months since I last posted. I’d like to apologize, I don’t have much of an excuse besides the fact that COVID-19 has brought on so much bad news for me that I haven’t had the motivation to do jack shit :) 

But I also want to say that me posting today is not me trying to draw attention away from what’s going on in the world at the moment, because posting right now could easily make ignorance seem okay; and it’s not. I’ve been to protests, I’ve signed petitions, I’ve talked with friends and family, I’m doing all that I can do help support the BLM movement and put an end to racism and corrupt cops. In fact, if you need a place to find good resources, there’s a link here that’s full of petitions to sign, places to donate, educational articles on whiteness, racism, blackness in America, on liberation, on police violence, and so on. Links with compilations, books, PDFs, podcasts and episodes, films and videos, social media posts worth reading and sharing, noteworthy public figures and authors, reading guides, and even protest safety. 

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1bUJrgX8vspyy7YttiEC2vD0DawrpPYiZs94V0ov7qZQ/htmlview?usp=gmail 

^here’s the link again just in case. So if it wasn’t clear this account is safe for all genders, sexualities, races, ethnicities, etc. 

So please don’t think of this post as a distraction from what’s going on, but rather a quick break. My best friend proof read this for me and told me it’s exactly what she needed right now. So I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and constructive criticism is welcome!

Much Love,

—Skyler 

[bpro-cardstories]

Tomohisa Kitakado SSR

2017 ー Snow Magic [スノーマジック]

“Sorry. But, I don’t want to give up here.”

『 Event: The Dreaming Xmas LIVE (15th - 28th December 2017) 』

Part 1

Tsubasa: ‘Hello, you two. I am going to explain the new job right away.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Okayー.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘This time, there will be a lighting event for the Christmas tree in an art museum. And a request for an appearance came in.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Hee, how romantic and dreamy.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Which art museum?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘It is a famous place for illuminations every year. It is located in Nagano….’ 

Ryuji: ‘I know! The art museum there, right.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ryuji-kun, do you know that one?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yep. I happened to see it in a magazine and thought about how I’d like to go there once. I showed it to you, right, Tomo?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Ah, I remember. The multicoloured illuminations were beautiful.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yeah! It was an actress who did the lighting up ceremony last year.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, it is featured in the news every year, and looks like the hot topic of the event.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Hee, I definitely like to participate. Right, Ryuji?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yep! So, when is the ceremony?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘That is…..’ 

Tsubasa: ‘It is when you have the costume fitting for the Music Party Christmas Live and the day before the CM photoshoot.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Aah, the fitting was early in the morning, was it. But if it’s the day before, then there shouldn’t be a problem?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘That is true, but when the lighting ceremony has ended, on that day we need to go back with the Shinkansen. It will be quite a hard schedule….’ 

Tomohisa: ‘I see. It will be a bit busy, huh.’ 

Ryuji: ‘We can make it. They went all the way to request us, so we can do this much.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, if Ryuji says so then it will work, I think. That’s why Tsubasa, we’ll be in your care.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! I too will support you with everything I have, so let us give it our best!’ 

Part 2

(Even though the lighting ceremony will start now, the sky’s quite cloudy. According to the weather forecast, it will clear up, but….) 

Tsubasa: ‘......Ah, rain!’ 

Ryuji: ‘Ah~, it started to rain…. If only I didn’t wish for it to not rain until the ceremony is over.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Because this art museum is located along a mountain, it may have an influence on it.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘If it keeps raining, at worst, there is a possibility that the ceremony will be canceled.....’  

Tomohisa: ‘The mountains’ weather changes easily, I’m sure it’s going to be fine.’ 

Ryuji: ‘That’s true. They came from afar to see us. For the sake of our Hanigas, we can’t let it be canceled.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘You are right…..’ 

The moment they decide to stay strong for their beloved fans, a staff member comes in….

Staff: ‘You two, we are sorry to make you wait. Because the rain got heavier, the starting time was delayed.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘How much of a delay is planned?’ 

Staff: ‘For the time being, let’s observe the situation for about an hour.’

Tsubasa: ‘One hour…..’ 

(The starting time was late from the start but, if it’s delayed for an hour, it will be barely enough to get the last Shinkansen.) 

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm….!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Understood. It’s fine.’ 

Staff: ‘Thank you very much! We’re sorry, but please bear with us.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Kitakado-san, why did you…..!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Tsubasa, calm down.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘But, if it is delayed for an hour, we do not know if we get the last Shinkansen. In case we miss the last train, the fitting tomorrow…..’ 

(The Music Party Christmas Live is a big job for BPro. We can’t cause a loss here…..) 

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah, that I understand. However, we can’t make everyone who is looking forward to the lighting ceremony sad.’ 

(I understand what Kitakado-san means, still…..) 

Ryuji: ‘Haa….. Really, Tomo, you sure are pushy sometimes.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Sorry. But, I don’t want to give up here.’ 

Ryuji: ‘It’s fine because I feel the same.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Tsubasa, since Tomo said it’s going to be fine, won’t you believe in us and let us try to handle this?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Y-Yes……’ 

(The feelings of those two that cherish their fans are important. Though, I wonder if it’s really alright…..) 

Part 3

Tsubasa: ‘You two, that was amazing! It turned into a fantastic lighting ceremony with snow dancing.’ 

Ryuji: ‘I didn’t think it would snow. However, with lighting the tree it was perfect timing.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘The guests as well, that gathered at the venue unintentionally let out their voices and smiled.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yep. When I see those smiling faces, then it makes even me happy.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, we were asked to make everyone smile like that, right.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘That is true! It was like magic.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Tsubasa, are you for real?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘A-Ahaha…. I just…. It may be possible for Kitakado-san.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Ahaha, even magic happens on such a wonderful night. Isn’t it strange?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yes, yes.’ 

Their talk is shortly interrupted by Tomohisa’s phone that receives a call. 

Tomohisa: ‘Oh, sorry. I got a phone call, I’ll go out for a bit to talk.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Off you go.’ 

(.......Right! It’s not the time to talk. What time is it now….) 

Tsubasa: ‘Eh, already this late!? Even if we leave now, we will not be able to catch the last Shinkansen….’ 

Ryuji: ‘We were prepared when we decided to attend the lighting ceremony. There’s no choice other than staying overnight somewhere near, and depart tomorrow, is there?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘But, with the first Shinkansen tomorrow we will be late for the costume fitting. Driving a car at night on this mountain road is dangerous, during this snow too. It surely may be piled up by tomorrow morning.’ 

(In snow this much, you have to be even more careful as much as possible…..! What should I do…..) 

Tsubasa: ‘.....I am sorry! I take full responsibility.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Wait, stop that. It’s because of our selfishness that we were allowed to attend the event.’  

Tomohisa: ‘Sorry to let you wait….Eh, you two, why so serious?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Haa….., Tomo who’s calm in this situation is even weirder.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘We are thinking about a way to go home for tomorrow’s costume fitting at the moment….’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Tsubasa, don’t make such uneasiness looking face. It will be fine. I already prepared something in advance.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Eh….?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘It was the phone call earlier….’ 

Part 4

(How to make it at 1 PM I thought, but thanks to Kitakado-san we made it on time for the costume fitting, I’m so happy about it. However, to return to Tokyo but with such method….)

Tomohisa: ‘Everyone, morning.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Fuaah, morning.’ 

Goshi: ‘Yeah.’ 

Yuta: ‘Ah, morning! Oh, Ryu-chan looks more tired than usual, doesn’t he?’

Ryuji: ‘Well. It was late when we came back.’ 

Yuta: ‘Right, was it the lighting ceremony for the Christmas tree? We had heavy rain here, were you fine?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Nope. We also had rain, because of it the starting time was delayed.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘But, while we waited, the rain stopped. When the ceremony started, it began to snow. It turned into a really romantic ceremony.’ 

Yuta: ‘Eeh, it snowed!?’ 

Goshi: ‘Snow…. You came back well, huh. It must have been late when the ceremony ended, right?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Yes, we came back with the helicopter so there was no problem.’ 

Yuta & Goshi: ‘Helicopter!?’ 

Yuta: ‘Eh, you came back with a helicopter?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Y-Yes.’ 

Goshi: ‘Amazing…..’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, it truly was.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Really? If you liked it so much, shall I invite you on a sightseeing flight next time?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ahaha……’ 

(Since we really flew back with a helicopter I don’t think that was just a joke….) 

Goshi: ‘.......Haah, the scale’s too different.’ 

Yuta: ‘Let me fly too, please, please~!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Of course, that’s fine.’ 

(Ryuji-kun looked like he was used to flying with it. I thought if this was weird but normally you have the same reaction as Kaneshiro-san. As I thought, Kitakado-san can’t be measured by my standards….)

Part 5

Tomohisa: ‘Thanks for today, Ryuji. Both the costume fitting and CM photoshoot ended unexpectedly earlier than expected.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yep. All we have to do now is to prepare for the day of the Christmas live!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘We have to deliver the best performance to our Hanigas.’ 

Ryuji: ‘That goes without saying, right?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Kitakado-san, Ryuji-kun, you did great today. I think you are tired from the crowded schedule every day, please take rest well tonight.’ 

Ryuji: ‘I’m all worn out. When we get home, I will take a hot bath and take it easy ♪’

Tomohisa: ‘You too, Tsubasa, good job. Thank you for being at our locations every day.’

Tsubasa: ‘No…. Besides, yesterday was so hectic I failed to tell you my utmost thank you. If Kitakado-san had not arranged for a helicopter, we would have missed an important job, I think.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Don’t mind it. Because we are a team, in times of trouble we have to help each other.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, thank you very much.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘By the way, it was a wonderful lighting ceremony, wasn’t it? It was like a dream, don’t you think?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes. When Kitakado-san snapped his fingers, the moment the lights on the tree went on, it started to snow…. At that time I thought if it really is magic.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Tsubasa, there you go again. …..Well, if it’s Tomo, he is capable of anything.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, even I can’t let it snow. But if there is something I can do, tell me. If it’s for Tsubasa’s sake I will do everything in my power.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘When Kitakado-san says so, I feel like you can really put anything into reality.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Don���t say that. What I’m capable of is truly only a bit.’ 

(Oh, that’s a somewhat lonely expression…..) 

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, Kitakado-san too, if there is something I can do, please tell me.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Really?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Then, it’s now but my hands grew cold, so won’t you hold hands with me?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Eh?’

Tsubasa: ‘N-No way! If the fans see this, it will be misunderstood…..!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘I see…..’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Then, let’s hold hands with Ryuji as well.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Wah, Tomo! What are you holding my hand so suddenly?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, Kitakado-san…..!’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, like this it’s fine, right? Alright, shall we go home, us three?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ehm……’ 

Ryuji: ‘Wait, I’m not really understanding anything?’ 

(Kitakado-san looks like he has fun. Well, it should be fine…. right?) 

END

[letterstotheone-whomilovemost]

12/31/2020 (14 months after the event)

Happy New Years!

It has been a rather weird year, hasn’t it? While some days from this year feel like they were only yesterday, others feel like half a decade ago. To be quite frank, the same applies to the last time I saw you. I’m sure if you saw this you would go “blah blah, you say the same thing every time you write.” While this is true, I can’t help it. I started taking new medication, as of 14 days ago. My psychiatrist, I have one of those now-- along with a therapist haha, recommended me getting put on escitalopram for my severe anxiety. It’s always been pretty bad, but over the course of the past 14 months, it has skyrocketed pretty high. Isn’t it strange how our minds develop as we get older? Survival of the fittest? Or is it just adaptation? The human body is pretty neat, let alone our brain. 

I was going through my photos the other day, and got the sudden urge to delete all of them. Of course, I’m not as crazy as just upright deleting them-- so I uploaded all of them onto a drive, and then deleted them from my phone. All of them. Decided it was time for a fresh start, why not start with the one thing I open every day, right? I decided earlier today, about a week after I deleted all of my photos, that I would go into my drive to try and find a photo from September that I downloaded from a manga I was reading. Of course I got sidetracked, I scrolled to 2014 and was going through all of my old photos with my brother and my family, and then suddenly I got to 2017 and there it was. The black and white photo of you and I at the parking deck, both of us laughing as hard as we possibly could. I smiled softly of course, as the beautiful memory came rushing over me. But then something hit me. For some reason, this isn’t how I remember you. My brain forgot what you looked like, or at least started trying to. It’s been about a year since I last saw a photo of you. While the brain is so incredibly amazing, it has a bad habit of memories starting to fade, especially when it’s a person attached to bad memories as well. It works in some cases, where people are trying to forget-- but even still it does the opposite and leaves the person going “Why can’t I forget you!?”. Strange, right? The human mind is so beautiful. I can still hear you talking to me sometimes, if I try hard enough. Lately, I haven’t been so hard on myself. I’m trying to figure myself out still, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it is okay that I still love you. I know I more than likely always will. That’s what love is, right? Being able to love and never losing that love, no matter what happens. 

All of this being said, I figured I would kind of recap everything that has happened in the wonderful year of 2020. It has been one hell of a ride.

January, the month of my brother’s 15th birthday. He was so happy and we all celebrated his birthday with him the following weekend. We also went hiking the same month, while it was cold; my mother, brother, and I had a blast. This month was mostly just working and being lazy on my off days. I had a fall out with my best friend.

February, I had a love hate relationship with this month. I tried dating someone new, I saw that you had gotten in a relationship two months prior and figured it was time for me to try and move on as well. Needless to say, dude was a douchebag and was a very violent individual. I left him within 3 weeks. My birth father, his newlywed wife, my cousin from my favorite uncle, whom I had never met until then, and I all went to Ruby Falls. It was quite a beautiful journey. Whilst I fought with my father, it turned out to be an okay experience. Later in the month, I ended up getting into a fight with my landlord, who was demanding that I pay extra, even though I was not behind on any payments. I ended up cooperating with them, so that I didn’t lose my home. I celebrated my little sister’s fifth birthday.

March, I lost my job. Millions and millions of other people did as well. Covid-19 struck the world. I took it lightly and just assumed that yet again, the media was blowing things out of proportion. My landlord wasn’t understanding of the fact I was put out of work, along with millions of others. They ended up being generous for the month after I showed them statistics. I ended up being lazy, doing nothing but watching Netflix and Disney plus for the entire month.

April, Corona Virus was boring at this point. We had all been told, “Oh! We’ll all be open for business again in the next two weeks!”. That was the first week of March, and it was now April. The government didn’t give us any kind of help until the last week, so that kind of fucked me. I spent most days laying in bed on TikTok. I also got super into streaming in the beginning of this month, and my platform was finally starting to take off.

May, unemployed for two months. I debated taking a job at a warehouse. Unfortunately, the media deterred me from doing so. There was a spike of cases in my state; it was terrifying. I didn’t leave my house much. I got my dog, for the first time in 4 years. It was beautiful, I cried. He was so happy to be back home. I started a routine of watching anime every morning at 7 am and then going for a walk. I wanted to get back into a daily routine, regardless if I had a job or not. I was falling behind on bills, and I really needed to distract myself. I started getting into digital art, rather than traditional, for the first time ever. I stopped making my music.

June, I reconnected with a lot of old online friends from 2013. It was strange and I didn’t really know how to feel about it. It was nostalgic in a way, spending late nights on discord calls. I didn’t really enjoy it all too much, I felt like it all needed to stay in the past. I started anti-depressants, again. This time it was Prozac. It made me feel extremely drowsy, and made me feel out of body most of the time. I tried to date, again. An old friend that I had from 2013, we reconnected and even though they were out of state, I decided-- “Hey, maybe this will be good for me. I don’t have to worry about them getting aggressive with me, we can take things slow, and we can pace ourselves.” Oh man, if only I knew. He flew down to my state, met the family, was extremely respectful and even stayed in a hotel the first trip. Everything seemed to be going okay.

July, my 21st birthday. Did I drink? No. Sounds crazy, right? I had about half a drink, and decided I just didn’t want any. I had stopped taking my antidepressants, the new boyfriend had said that I wasn’t acting right. It fed into my suspicion, that the meds weren’t doing a whole lot for me. They were just making me really sleepy and on edge all the time. The new boyfriend had come down again for my birthday and mother’s birthday, since we share the same birth week. Celebrated with my mom, her best friend, and I. July was pretty hectic, since I had decided I would be moving to West Virginia on August 5, 2020.

August, I moved to West Virginia. I packed up all of my belongings, uprooted everything I had ever known, hugged my family goodbye, and got into the back of a truck with a u-haul attached to it. I rode in the back of the vehicle for 14 hours, fell asleep in Kentucky, woke up in Ohio. It was daylight by the time we approached West Virginia. It was so beautiful, all of the mountains. I was moving into the house in which he lived in, which his sister was next door on one side, and his parents on the other side. We had the nice river breeze, since Ohio river was within eyesight. I lived in the Tri-state area so it was Pennsylvania on one side, Ohio on the other, and us-- five minutes to each state. It was a good first couple of days. Then we got into our first fight. I was unable to work, since I left my car behind. Luckily, I had saved up a bunch of money for me to be able to buy one. He hit me with really low blows, saying I didn’t need to work-- since women weren’t good for that kind of thing. It hurt, to be honest. I had never seen him like this before, in the eight years I had known of his existence. He had been with me in my hometown for three weeks and not once acted like this. I walked on eggshells, bought a car with my hard earned money, then got a management job at the Domino’s that was ten minutes from my town I was living in. Towards the end of the month, he got aggressive with me. He stopped working the same week I had moved in, he had no car. He had no ambition, he decided to just give up. Maybe that’s what I tried to see, maybe-- just maybe I could help him find some ambition. I wanted to save him, in a way? We got into a severe fight, I couldn’t take it anymore-- I fought back, and he ended up swinging on me.

September, I packed all of my belongings that I could into my tiny little Toyota, and left in the middle of the night. I had one thing on my mind, and that was to go to my mom’s house. My mother had known how bad he had gotten, since he acted such a way with my mother on the phone, unknowingly. I drove for 15 hours, well 13 but with rest stops to nap for a bit since I was running off of no sleep, but I finally ended up back home. I ended up staying with my mom for a bit. Later had to relocate, so I moved in with an old friend. Started streaming again.

October, Worked. Literally worked the entire month, my entire existence fell into dread. I became overly aware of how much time had passed. I felt like I had been doing nothing. I dreaded the last day of the month, every day just gave me more and more sadness.  I didn’t want the day to come. I started dreaming of you more and more and more. Halloween came, I decided to look at it differently, I started to thank you-- rather than try to hate you. I came to the conclusion that I would never hate you.

November, Thanksgiving! I started to become grateful, moved back into my mom’s house. It was a bumpy ride, but I managed to get back into the habit of doing healthy things. Started going to the gym again, drinking more water. I told my father he was dead to me, haven’t spoken to him since. I got to spend Thanksgiving with my real family, my mother and her best friend’s family. They watched me grow up since the day I was born. It was so much better than any other holiday I had ever had up to this date.

December, I started a new form of medicine. This time it was for anxiety, since that’s the main factor of my illness-- or so we think so far. I am on escitalopram, and I started it the week before Christmas. I got to see my real family again. It was nice, but this time I got to reunite with my childhood best friend for the first time in fifteen years. It was so lovely. I have become almost bedridden again, but it won’t last long-- since it’s just a side effect of my medicine. I also got to see some friends from high school, but then I realized-- they’re the exact same way they’ve been since the beginning. They wanted nothing but to talk about drama. It just isn’t my thing, I don’t like dealing with people much anymore, because of the constant drama. I’ve learned a lot about people changing, and the lack thereof.

I think this year has been a year full of lessons for me, and it has been tough. As they say, there’s no pleasure without pain, no pain no gain, right? This year has taught me a lot about myself and the people around me, and I am extremely grateful for the things I have experienced. I’ve learned so much about who I am as a person. I’ve grown a lot, while this year has kicked my ass. I have high hopes for the next year. For the first time, since 2016, I finally see a future in myself, by myself. 

To New Beginnings, Lovebug.

I love you, always.

22:27

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Stories of Our Lives - Chapter 12

A/N: Here's the next chapter!! 

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August 3, 2019

Six weeks after they said "I Do" Louis was ramped up for rehearsals and promotions for the tour. Two weeks after that, he hopped on a tour bus and left Gia at home. And now three weeks after seeing her husband, she missed him, plain and simple. Yes they talked on the phone and skyped but that was completely different from being by his side, his hands in hers, and his hugs, god she missed his hugs. 

Super secret conversations were had and plans made, a little white lie was told before she found herself on a plane to Madrid. Scarlett, Tricia and Mollie were all on tour; Tricia being the band's photographer and Scarlett being part of their wardrobe crew. Both women tried to convince Gia to come out on the road but she had to finish up some last minute things before agreeing. 

Arriving in humid Madrid, Gia smiled the first real smile she had in awhile. The prospect of seeing her husband for the first time in three weeks was simple too much for Gia to handle right now. 

"Well hello stranger!" Tricia smiled, watching Gia's hand fly to her chest in fright. "Welcome to the tour."

Gia threw her arms around her best friend grinning brightly. "Oh my gosh it's so good to see you. I've missed you."

"You as well. Finally threw responsibility away and came to play with us." Tricia grabbed one of her suitcases, leaving the other and her carry-on with Gia. 

Shrugging, Gia followed Tricia behind her. "Something like that."

"Does Louis know you're coming?" 

Shaking her head, Gia's grin was too much. "Nope. Planning on surprising him."

Throwing the suitcases in the boot, Gia and Tricia climbed in the backseat with Paul driving. "Oh no here's trouble!"

"Hey you should be excited I'm here. I'm going to keep Louis in line." Gia defended causing the older man to chuckle. 

He nodded. "He's been a little out of hand lately."

"He's like a kid in a candy shop while on tour." Tricia spoke, Gia quickly agreeing. 

Watching the city pass, Gia took a deep breath. "What are the boys up to? And where's Mollie?"

"They have a day off. Louis was talking about sleeping the day away." Tricia smiled. "Niall and Harry took her to the zoo."

Paul looked at the girls. "So what's the plan for surprising Louis?"

"Not sure. Thinking about winging it."

He chuckled. "That's not going to end well."

"Hey! I will be on my best behavior." Gia grinned. "Though I can't promise the same for Lou."

Reaching in her bag, she grabbed her mobile, turning it on. The car grew quiet each lost in their thoughts. Her mobile buzzed and vibrated in her hand. "Lou's blowing up your phone?"

"Yea he's worried. Jay texted that he called her worried - she told him I had a spa day and I had to turn off my mobile." Gia smirked. "Love my mother-in-law." 

Tricia laughed. "That's classic. I'll have to remember that one for future use."

Pulling up to the hotel, Paul escorted them in promising Gia to get her bags to her. Tricia said her goodbyes, leaving Gia in the lobby. Sitting in a comfy chair, Gia tried to figure out how she was going to let Louis know she was there. Her mobile rang interrupting her thoughts. 

"Hello?"

Louis chuckled on the other end. "Well hello there. Are you nice and relaxed from your spa day?"

"Yes I am. Sorry it slipped my mind to tell you." Twirling a piece of hair in her finger, Gia grinned. "What are you up to today?"

She heard him sigh. "Not sure. Niall and Harry took the Mollie to the zoo while everyone else is just hanging out. Who knows what Liam's up to - maybe him and I will do lunch or something. What are you up to?"

"Socks and I are hanging out in the garden. He's trying to hunt the birds while I'm catching up on some reading, missing you of course." Gia laughed. 

He groaned. "I know baby. I miss you too. Two more weeks and I'll be back in London seeing your pretty face."

"Way too long Tomlinson." She scolded him lightly. "We need to have a limit from now on."

He laughed. "What? Two days?"

"If I'd have my way that's what it'll be." She giggled. "Hey someone's at the door. Let me let you go and I'll call you later. I love you."

He sighed. "Love you too. Give Socks a kiss for me. Talk to you later. Love you lots Damsel."

Hanging up the phone, she smiled at the young fans across the lobby. Two girls cautiously came closer both excited. "Are you Gia?"

"I am. What are your names?" 

The older of the two grinned brightly. "I'm Kennedy and I'm 8 and this is my sister Becca and she's 4. You're pretty."

"Thank you so are you girls. Do you want a picture?" Gia crouched down smiling as the girls' mother came closer. 

"I'm sorry if they're bothering you." The young woman smiled at Gia while she shook her head. 

Gia smiled. "No they're not bothering. I'll take a picture with them if they want."

"Yes!" Kennedy jumped a bit causing Gia to laugh. 

Kneeling between the two girls, Gia smiled as their mother snapped the photo. "The only thing I ask is that you wait to post that until later tonight. I'm surprising Louis and he doesn't know I'm here yet."

"That's so romantic." The mother gushed, Gia grinning brightly. 

She talked with the girls and their mum for a few more minutes before heading to the elevators. Sending a text to Tricia asking for Louis' room number, she pressed the 15th floor once inside. Tapping her foot lightly, she took the last few minutes to herself. She was a little nervous to see Louis and actually be with him for more than a few hours. 

Stopping in front of his door, she took a deep breath. But before she could knock, a door to her left was opened as Scarlett walked into the hallway. She shushed her before she could spoil the surprise. 

"What are you doing here?" Scarlett hugged her tightly. 

Gia chuckled at her friend. "Surprising my miserable husband."

"When did you get in?"

Looking at her mobile, she shrugged. "Like an hour ago. I've been in cahoots with Tricia and Paul."

"Nice. Will you and Lou be at dinner?" Scarlett asked raising her eyebrows suggestively. 

"Go surprise our boy. We'll see you later." Scarlett walked away leaving Gia standing at Louis' door. 

Raising her hand, she knocked hearing Louis grumble about having to get up. "Tricia your husband isn't here. Liam, if this is you I'm gonna - " 

Gia grinned as he ripped open the door. "You're gonna what?" 

"Gia!" She was pulled into his arms, the door slamming behind them. "What are you doing here?"

His question went unanswered as she placed her lips on his. They had a nice little make out session until a knock on the door interrupted them. "What?"

"Open up Tomlinson I come bearing gifts." Paul yelled pounding on the door. 

Sighing, Louis opened the door allowing Paul to drop Gia's luggage off. "I see you received your surprise."

"I did. Did you have a hand in her surprising me?" Louis brightened up a bit. 

Paul shook his head. "Nope she was in cahoots with Tricia who told me we had to go to the airport today, said a surprise was being delivered."

"Thank you for bringing that up here." Gia grinned motioning to the suitcases. 

Paul grinned. "Not a problem. If you two go out, let me know. Dinner is at 6 tonight."

"Sounds good. I think we might hang out here but we'll see you later for dinner." Louis said, Paul saying his goodbyes leaving the two alone. 

Louis faced his wife with a grin. "Not that I'm not thrilled you're here but what happened to the packed schedule you had at the base?"

"Well .... That was a little white lie." Gia bit on her lip with a smile. 

Louis cocked a brow. "What aren't you telling me?"

Gia went to sit on the bed, patting the space beside her. "Come sit before I tell you."

"Uh oh this can't be good." Louis took her hand in his. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Gia took a deep breath. "As of yesterday, I'm unemployed. I resigned my position at the base completely."

"What? Why? You loved your job and the last thing I ever wanted was for you to give it up." Louis' eyes went wide. "Gia you didn't have to give up everything you've worked for."

Gia stood, walking to her suitcase to retrieve a box. "Well my duties were going to change significantly because of some news I received so I decided just to resign while I was ahead of everything."

"What news?" Louis started panicking with how calm she was acting. "You're freaking me out Giovanna." 

Handing him the box, she took her place next to him on the bed. "Go ahead and open that." 

Slipping the thick yellow ribbon off the box, Louis carefully opened the lid, tossing it aside. Moving the tissue paper aside, he looked at his wife with wide eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yes, daddy."

Looking between the yellow sleeper in the box and his wife, Louis felt tears cloud his eyes. "You're pregnant?"

"I am. Eleven weeks along." Gia grabbed his hand and place it on her still flat stomach. "Apparently your little swimmers were bound and determined the night of our wedding."

He laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Is everything alright?"

Picking up the sleeper, she grabbed the sonogram photos from underneath handing them to Louis. "Your son or daughter is doing just well. He or she is the size of a fig. The doctor says everything looks great."

"When are you due? How did you find out you were pregnant?" Louis couldn't take his eyes off the photos. “How are you feeling? Should you even be traveling? Should you be sitting?” 

Gia laughed. "Breathe babe. Due date is January 22. I was throwing up constantly for two weeks, feeling better after I was done. For the hell of it I did a pregnancy test and it came back positive, went to the doctors after that."

"Who else knows?" Louis tore his eyes off looking at Gia's watery smile. 

Leaning forward to kiss him, she smiled brightly. "You and me and no one else. We do need to tell people soon."

"My mum and sisters, your parents and siblings. We can tell the boys tonight if you want." Louis stopped looking wide eyed at her. "What are we going to do?"

Gia looked her her husband with concern. "What do you mean?"

"Are you going home after this or are you sticking around?" Louis placed his hand on her stomach. "I'm going to be really selfish here and say that I don't want to miss a second of this pregnancy but with the tour it's not feasible to be there every second."

Kissing him, those words were exactly what Gia needed to hear. Tears slipped down her face, Louis pulling her into his chest. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" 

"You are the most perfect man Louis Tomlinson." She sniffled. "That's exactly what I needed to hear. I was so worried about how you would take the news - not that you wouldn't be happy but the fact that we've only been married for 11 weeks and five of those have been separated."

"Babe, yes timing is difficult at the moment, but you're pregnant and I couldn't be happier." Louis wiped her tears away kissing her forehead. "So what's the plan?"

Taking a shaky breath, Gia squeezed his hand. "I talked to the doctor and she said it would be okay to travel with you through my seventh month - November. Then she doesn't want me leaving London. She told me when she wants me in for appointments and has recommended doctors along the way to visit."

"So you're staying with us on tour?" 

Gia nodded. "If you'll have me. The doctor warned me to take it easy as much as possible. She said I'll become more tired as I progress and to take full advantage of naps." 

"Giovanna Maria Tomlinson you've made me the happiest man ever. I love you, Italia." 

She laughed. "Hey it takes two to tango Pooks. And I love you too."

The two spent the afternoon skyping with their families delivering the news. Both mothers had cried while Louis' siblings were excited to be aunts. Ava screeched and cried when Gia told her. Tony was excited to be grandpa. Her brothers cracked jokes of Louis not being able to resist knocking her up. Everyone was very excited and told Gia to let them know if she needed anything. 

After delivering the news to their families, the two brainstormed of how to tell their friends. Gia wrapped in Louis' arms yawned sleepily as he rambled on. He smiled seeing her fast asleep, her cheek nuzzled against his chest. 

Caressing her flat tummy, he cleared his throat, whispering to his unborn child. "Hi peanut, I'm your daddy. Your mum and I are so excited you're on your way. Your mummy is the best person I know and I'm happy she's the one that's going on this crazy journey with me. You will have to be patient with us as this is our first time."

Gia shifted slightly, causing Louis to pause in his speech. "Anyways, I promise that I'll always be there for you no matter what. I'll take you to the park, teach you the fine art of football, and support you no matter what. I want you to try everything once and if you want to do something other than footie then that'll be all right."

"Honestly I just want you to be happy and healthy. Everything else is just icing on the cake. I may not have the easiest job but that's never going to keep me from loving, protecting and taking care of you. You're my little man or princess and I will always be there for you no matter what."

He felt tears on his chest. Looking down at Gia, he saw her teary eyes on his. "Awe Damsel why are you crying?"

"Because you're being so sweet." She sniffled wiping the tears away. "You're already talking to the baby."

Louis nuzzled her closer to his side, kissing her forehead. "Since you were obviously eavesdropping, I promise I'm always going to be there for you and our many children. But I need to you tell me when it becomes too much. There may come a time where I'm gone too much or you feel like you're doing it all, I need to you tell me to walk away from it all. Can you do that?"

"But you love it so much." She whispered. 

Looking into her eyes, his hand cupped her cheek. "But you and our children are more important than my career. I've had a great run and things can only get better as we add to our brood but if you feel like I'm never around you need to tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." She leaned up and kissed him sealing her promise to him. 

Looking at the clock, Gia groaned seeing it 4:30 all ready. "I need a shower."

"Want some company?" Louis raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively. 

Smacking his shoulder, Gia laughed. "Nope! You're a dirty boy."

"Then I guess I need a girl to help me get clean." Louis mused. "I'm sure there is plenty of girls around that would be willing to help."

Gia's eyes went wide looking at her husband. "Not a chance in hell bubs. Let's go!"

Leaving a trail of her clothes on the way to the bathroom definitely peaked Louis' interest. Chuckling he followed her into the bathroom where they both got squeaky clean. 

6:00pm

The two held hands as they walked into the conference room where dinner was being held that night. Paul and Preston were both there as well as the boys, Scarlett, Tricia, Mollie. 

"Look what the cat drug in! What are you doing here?" Liam hugged Gia with a grin, a surprised look on his face. 

Gia hugged him back with gusto. "I surprised Louis by flying out here. I'm joining you guys for a bit if you don't mind."

"Absolutely not. The more the merrier." Niall said, Louis and Gia trading glances with one another. Mollie galloped over to greet her auntie. Gia enthusiastically gave her a massive hug. 

Louis took a seat at the end by the boys as Gia sat next to Tricia. "So this afternoon I was inspired and wrote some songs.  Just pieces if you guys want to hear them later."

"Absolutely. What was your inspiration?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face. 

Louis slapped his arm, chuckling. "Dirty but no. Gia just surprising me in general." 

Gia meanwhile was talking to the girls grinning the entire time. "You haven't stopped smiling since I picked you up from the airport. What gives?"

"I'm just really happy and excited to be here. I'm just happy to be hanging out with you in this sunny, beautiful country instead of miserable England." Gia shook her head at Tricia.  

Scarlett pointed at Gia, a look of determination of her face. "No Tricia is onto something. Something is going on with you. Spill!"

"There's nothing going on. I had a great afternoon of sexing my husband up and now I'm excited for an evening of crazy shenanigans with you folk." Gia held her hands up in innocence.

Scarlett nodded unconvinced. "You're hiding something Giovanna and we will figure it out."

"Uh huh and I wish you all the luck in the world." Gia rose her eyebrows in challenge. 

The rest of dinner went off without hitch. The boys had convinced Paul to clear the pool area so could go swimming without interruptions. Paul relented and before long the boys were cannonballing into the lukewarm water. 

"So Tommo what are these songs you were mentioning earlier?" Niall asked catching Mollie as she jumped into the pool. 

Louis smirked. "There's like four I've started but I'm stuck." 

"Well just start singing them and maybe we can help you." Harry suggested. 

Louis took a deep breath, glancing at Gia before clearing his throat. "Now pay attention - these took a while to come up with. You know you love me, I know you care, Just shout whenever, and I'll be there, You are my love, you are my heart, And we will never ever ever be apart."

"It's catchy." Harry nodded, bobbing his head to the beat.  

Niall snorted. "It's quite catchy because it's already a song. It's Bieber."

"Oh sorry. It's stuck in my head. Next song goes like this - When I'm not with you I lose my mind, Give me a sign, Hit me baby one more time."

Tricia hit Gia's arm with wide eyes, whispering. "No way! When? How? How far?"

"Yes way!" Gia hissed back turning to the men with a smirk. Danielle and Scarlett soon caught on to what Louis was trying to accomplish. 

Liam rolled his eyes. "Nice try. That's Britney. Seems you were a little too distracted by Gia this afternoon. Wanna try again pretty boy?"

"I swear I've got a hit here." Louis mused. "Last one. Havin' my baby. What a lovely way of sayin'. How much you love me."

Liam snorted. "That one is a song all ready! I think it's high time we admit Louis to an institution because he's officially lost it! Man do you not know what the words 'copyright' mean?"

"I think I'm pretty smart. Besides your wives and girlfriend figured it out pretty quickly, nincompoops." Louis smirked. 

Liam, Niall and Harry turned to their girls who simply smiled at them. "It's all up to you to figure it out. If you think about it, it's not that hard to figure out!" 

"Just because you were your class valedictorian doesn't mean the rest of us were that smart, sweetheart!" Niall drawled glancing at his wife. 

Liam's eyes lit up, grinning at his friend. "That's awesome mate. You must be over the moon."

"Uh huh. Can't stop smiling." Louis glances at Gia with a grin. "We are so excited."

Harry cleared his throat motioning between himself and Niall. "Ummm .... Still confused over here."

"I'm going to break it down for you very slowly." Scarlett drawled looking at the two men. "Think about what the three songs have in common with one another."

Niall tilted his head going over all the lyrics. "Wait, no really?"

"Wanna share with the class Nialler?" Louis smirked. 

Looking over at Gia, who merely nodded, Niall smirked. "Louis' gone and joined the daddy's club. All the songs have to do with baby."

Everyone looked to Gia and Louis for confirmation. The couple both grinned and nodded before the pool area erupted in cheers and excitement congratulations. Questions were thrown out as hugs were quickly exchanged. 

"When are you due?" Scarlett asked, Gia sitting on Louis' lap snuggled up to his chest. 

Gia smiled. "January 22. I had a scan two days ago and everything looks good. The doctor said I can travel up until November then I'm homebound."

"What about the base and your job?" Liam asked bouncing Mollie on his legs, her laughter causing everyone to smile. 

Louis kissed her forehead before she spoke. "I resigned. I was going to be placed behind a desk and not allowed anywhere near the bombers. I would've been miserable so I handed in my resignation yesterday. So currently I'm unemployed."

"So what's the next steps?" Tricia asked bouncing in Niall's lap excited at the possibilities. 

The couple laughed. "The plan is for me to travel with you guys for the next few months. Tour is done end of October so then we'll be home, decorate the nursery and prepare for peanut to arrive."

"Do you want to know what you're having and do your parents know?" Liam had Mollie wrapped up in his arms keeping the little girl from becoming too cold. 

Louis chuckled, remembering how his mum and sisters reacted. "Our families found out this afternoon and they're beyond excited. Gia and I talked and I think we want to find out what we're having. Our lives are so out of our control so this will be nice to have so be can at least prepare for his or her arrival."

"I remember thinking that when I was pregnant." Tricia sighed looking at her little girl. "But there's no way to prepare for every little thing."

Gia yawned, nodding at Tricia’s remark. "That's why I have you in my corner."  

"To Louis and Gia two of the best people to become parents. You both will be amazing." Harry raised his beer toasting his best friend and his wife. 

"Here here."

And the rest of the night the guys gave Louis tips on what not to do with a baby (forgetting the fact he has five sisters and a brother) while the girls spoke of names and how to decorate the nursery.