#still trying to process the fact I saw 4/5 of these girls on tour and breathed the same air as Yeri

[hercarisntyours]

red velvet my ride or fucking die

[xbladekitkat85]

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Where’s Morgan?  An Irondad Oneshot

To say that everyone was excited to go to Disneyland was an understatement. It was a very big understatement.

Tony had planned every detail of the trip, making sure that they had bought the right amount of the correct passes to get everyone in and the hotels reservation, and rental car.

When he had finalized the plans, he gathered everyone in the living room.

"Ok, what is this about?" Harley asked suspiciously. "Is this a set up to a prank?"

Tony gasped in indignation.

"Why would you ever say that? Would I really do that to you?"

"You've been acting weird." Peter pointed out. "You keep on minimizing the internet tabs every time we would enter your lab."

"That doesn't mean anything. I could be trying to find you all your Christmas presents early." Tony replied immediately.

"But since when do you shop for us on the Disneyland website?" Morgan asked slyly.

Then there was a moment of silence.

"WAIT, WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND?!" The boys asked in disbelief.

Tony let out a laugh that only showed itself with his family.

"That's right. Oh, and I also invited Shuri because last time she was here in the states, she didn't get to go."

All of the kids smiled at each other in excitement.

"The fact that Shuri is coming too is amazing dad!" Harley said.

"This is going to be so fun. Oh I've been wanting to go to Batuu so bad!" Peter gushed.

"Make sure to buy me some shoes with inserts so I'm tall enough for all the rides, dad." Morgan said.

"Wait, when are we going?" Harley asked suddenly.

"Tomorrow. Mom already made a packing list of all the essential items we need to pack." Tony said with a thankful smile to Pepper. "You should be receiving the lists any second now."

Everyone's phones vibrated with the notification of a list. As soon as the kids felt it, they ran to their respective rooms to start packing.

*The next morning*

"All right, do we have everybody on the jet?" Tony asked.

Pepper looked around and thought for a moment.

"Okay, I'll give each of you a number and whenever we do a head count, when I say your number, wave or something. That way we know we're all here. Ok, Tony, you'll be 1, Rhodey, you'll be 2, Harley, 3, Shuri, 4, Peter, 5, and Morgan, you will be 6. Everybody got that?"

Everyone nodded.

"We'll try it a few times on the way so we can get the hang of it."

After a long flight, and a few practices of number counting, they arrived in Anaheim and made their way to Disney's Grand Californian Hotel and Spa. They checked in, unpacked ate dinner and went to bed early to get enough rest for the next day.

*7:00 the next morning*

"All right, everybody up!" Morgan sang as she jumped from bed to bed, effectively waking everyone in the room.

"My love language is quality time together, but not like this, Morguna." Tony groaned as he finally sat up.

Peter was the next to get up.

"Ok, we have to get dressed and get our phones ready to reserve our boarding groups for Rise of The Resistance! I already have the app ready to go!"

"Hold on kiddo, we need breakfast before we go. What do you all want?" Tony asked.

Everyone listed off what they wanted from the room service booklet and soon everyone had eaten and were ready to start the day at Disneyland.

"Ok, let's do our headcount before getting in line. to enter" Pepper called out.

"One."

Tony flashed a peace sign.

"Two."

Rhodey waved.

"Three."

Harley casually dabbed as he sneezed.

"Four."

"FRE SHA VACA DO!" Shuri said gleefully, making Peter and Harley laugh.

"Five."

"It is Wednesday my dudes." Peter began.

Then all the kids joined in, "uuuuuuuUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Kids, you can't do that kind of shit here." Tony interrupted. "Ok, six?"

"Watch yo profanity." Morgan said with a grin.

"We have taught her so well." Peter said, wiping away a fake tear.

"Well, we're all here, so lets go." Pepper said, beckoning everyone towards the gate.

As soon as the gates opened and everyone was inside, Peter reserved their boarding group for Rise of the Resistance.

"Sweet, we're boarding group 15, we can go on a couple of rides while we wait for our turn!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"All right, where do we find a map?" Pepper asked.

"We don't need one. I recruited someone to help us around the park." Tony said.

"Wait, who?" Harley asked.

"Well I did some research on who would be the best tour guide for our trip." Tony explained. "I had Fri do a background check before hiring her to help us. She's known for being a encyclopedia of knowledge on the parks and their history. She knows her stuff and was more than willing to help us. Also, she's the granddaughter of one of the original Imagineers, X Atencio, who did the script for the Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean as well as the music that plays through both rides."

"So, a legacy of the Imagineers is going to show us around? How cool is that?" Peter asked.

"So when is she coming?" Shuri asked.

"I'm here already." A new voice said.

Everybody turned to look at the new person who had entered the group. It was a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was dressed in the color scheme of Snow White's outfit but in the style of 1950's clothing. Her makeup was also reminiscent of the era of clothing she dressed in.

"Nice to meet you all in person!" She said with a smile. "The name's Sarah Atencio."

She shook everyone's hand and when she got to Morgan, she crouched down to her height so she was at eye level with the young girl.

"I like your outfit miss." Morgan said politely. "Is it supposed to look like Snow White?"

Sarah smiled at her question.

"It is indeed. The outfit I'm wearing is called a Disneybound. Do you know what that is?"

Morgan shook her head no, but still seemed to be interested in what it was.

"No, but it sounds cool." She replied.

"I can teach you all about it later while we wait in line. How does that sound?" She asked.

Morgan smiled shyly and nodded.

Sarah stood up straight and smoothed out her skirt.

"All right, let's get this trip started! Did anyone have a preference in where we go first?"

"Well, I know that Peter would be very interested to go to Batuu. I myself am curious to see what it looks like in person." Shuri piped up. "I also wanted to see the lightsabers they sell here and compare them to the ones I have at home."

"Are we all in agreement?" Sarah asked.

Everyone voiced their agreement or nodded their heads.

"All right, on to Batuu!" Sarah proclaimed.

*Time skip*

"Peter, since you wanted to go to Batuu, do you have your story planned out? Or are you going to improvise?" Sarah asked.

"I already have planned some aspects of my character but I'm still not sure about a couple of things. So I guess both?" He answered.

"Whoa, what do you mean, character? What story?" Harley asked.

Peter turned to look at Harley in disbelief.

"Do you not remember when we had this conversation?" He asked.

"No, why else would I ask?" Harley retorted.

"Ok, basically, Batuu is a trading post and a secret base for the Rebellion and the First Order is looking for them. Everybody who goes there has the possible chance of being stopped by Stormtroopers who are looking for Rebel spies. It's also possible to be stopped and interrogated by Kylo Ren. So if you wanted to be more immersed in the experience, you could come up with a backstory for why you are in Batuu and what side of the war you're on. As for my backstory, I'm a con artist born on Yavin-4 posing as a merchant looking for a place to trade my fake rare materials on the planet. I sell to the First Order and report to the Rebellion with what the First Order is interested in buying and how much of the item. But the thing is, my so called rare materials are so realistic looking, that they fool the First Order. What they are buying is useless and they won't know it until they try actually using it."

"That's more thought out than what I would come up with." Harley said. "I probably would have come up with some idiotic backstory like, 'Oh, I'm the secret child of Luke Skywalker and I have come to take down my cousin and his stupid army of bucket heads.' Something that wouldn't make sense."

"Well, I'll give you points for using SW slang." Peter remarked playfully.

"We're about to arrive at Rise of the Resistance since it is around the time your group should be called. Are we all here?"

"I'll check, we have a system." Pepper said. "One... Two... Three... Four... Five.... WHERE'S MORGAN?!"

Everyone in the group instantly looked around to see where she could have wandered off to.

"Oh no, Fri, please activate the 'Little Feetsies' protocol." Tony said tapping the side of his sun glasses.

"Activating 'Little Feetsies' protocol."She responded.

"Activating what now?" Harley asked.

Instantly, Tony could see the footprints of everyone in their group on the ground. The smallest pair of feet had diverted from the group way back towards the bazaar.

"Everyone follow me." Tony said.

"Is nobody else going to ask why there is a protocol with that name?" Harley asked as everyone else followed Tony.

Everyone in the group followed Tony as he walked the path of Morgan's shoe prints, making sure he didn't accidentally crash into a person in the process.

Eventually, Tony stopped and everyone saw why.

Morgan was standing with Kylo Ren and his Stormtroopers. And she was smiling as she talked with him.

"Well, I guess Morgan has connections to the First Order now." Shuri said, grinning at Peter, who looked slightly jealous. "How does your character feel after seeing a tiny 5 year old with the Supreme Leader wrapped around her little finger?"

Everyone laughed as they watched the duo, who seemed to be devising a way to end the Resistance once and for all.

"Ok, so that's a good way to help your troopers train and be better at ambushing the Resistance. And also try feeding them yummy food so they will be more hardworking. Give them something like, like.... Spaghetti! Or cheeseburgers!" Morgan told the tall and scary looking man.

"The First Order thanks you for your information and loyalty. You will be rewarded." One of the Stormtroopers told her.

"If only my military strategists had ideas as well thought out as yours." Kylo Ren said with interest. "How would you like to become my apprentice? Learn how to fight properly?"

Peter chose that moment to run to Morgan and scoop her up, making her squeal in surprise.

"AIIIIE, Peter, don't do that!" She giggled.

"I'm so sorry if she was bothering you Supreme Leader, she tends to run off and show off her intellect whenever she gets the chance to." Peter said with more confidence than he felt.

"I had hoped that she would become my apprentice. I could train her well, she would live a successful life as my right hand."

Peter laughed a bit nervously before replying.

"She's a bit too young right now. Maybe when she's at least 16 I would let her decide if she still wants to or not."

"How unfortunate. I insist you reconsider." The deep voice of Kylo Ren replied.

"I apologize Supreme Leader, but I must decline. Well, we have somewhere to be very soon, so I believe this is farewell for now."

Peter carried Morgan back to the rest of the group and Morgan waved goodbye to Kylo Ren.

“Morguna, why did you run off without telling us?” Tony asked the young girl.

“We were worried you might have gotten lost, honey.” Pepper added.

“I’m sorry mommy, Kylo Ren asked me to be his right hand!" Morgan said, right off the bat.

Pepper's facial expression was a mix of horrified amusement and Tony was trying very hard not to laugh. Shuri and Harley looked very proud of Morgan for charming Kylo Ren himself. Sarah was just laughing at the whole situation.

"And I told her no, because she is too young." Peter interjected "Besides, you are supposed to be with the Resistance Morgs, what happened to that?"

"She double crossed you is what happened."Harley replied "Betrayed her own brother, who is supposed to be a con artist."

Everyone burst out laughing at that comment and after it died down, they all went to Rise of the Resistance.

NOTE: This is my first fic on Tumblr, and I think I might do more? It depends on if I have time to write, hahaha! Also if you have seen this on Wattpad, don’t panic, this is the same person who has it on there, I am not stealing someone else’s work. I am taking my own writing and putting it on Tumblr. Also, I know that Disneyland is literally on the opposite side of the country for them, but for the sake of me never having gone to Disney World, I used Disneyland instead. Because I know nothing about the parks layout in Florida.

[felicia-cat-hardy]

Olivia Rodrigo's Music Style: Pop-Punk Rockers Who Influenced Her

Olivia Rodrigo’s debut album Sour comes out on May 21, and by now, you certainly know that the 18-year-old singer-songwriter counts the queen of vulnerable love-lorn melodies, Taylor Swift, as one of her most prominent influences. But after topping the charts for eight weeks with “drivers license,” it looks like Rodrigo is rearing into the rock lane, giving us the teenage angst and pop-punk petulance we deserve with the fiery “good 4 u” and impressive live performances.

Trust us, we know we don’t have to compare and contrast every female singer that’s ever made music that isn’t strictly pop, but why not salute the plaid-wearing, Doc Martens-donning foremothers of pop-punk, because as the Saturday Night Live skit on that very topic clarifies, yes she’s wearing her influences on her sleeve, “but it’s also pure Olivia, man.”

Plus, as Rodrigo shared in an interview with The Face on the sound of her upcoming album, “I feel like music is becoming increasingly genreless. I suppose I’m considered a pop artist, but I’ve never felt like one. This album is full of stuff that I like, which is so diverse. There are elements of alternative rock in there, alt-pop, some country, and definitely a lot of folk. I think anyone can find something they like hidden in one of the songs.”

So if you, like us, need something to hold you over while you wait for Rodrigo’s debut, here are 7 pop-punk rock purveyors to press play on.

1. Hayley Williams

It’s hard to think of anyone more capable of creating pure unadulterated pop-punk ballads with unparalleled vocals than Hayley Williams of Paramore, or as she was referred to by NPR, “The 21st Century's Pop-Punk Prophet.” However, with her latest single “good 4 u” Rodrigo is giving her a run for her money. In the track, Rodrigo shows off her vocal versatility, oscillating from singing to talking over electric guitars and a staccato bass line, much like Williams in Paramore’s “Misery Business.” In fact, this mashup of both tracks makes the reference and reverence to Paramore clear, plus it’s an absolute banger.

Williams put emotional fragility, powerhouse vocals, and punk rock authenticity front and center at a time when female-fronted bands were few and far between, giving a generation of young women, like Rodrigo not only someone to emulate but something to look up to.

2. Avril Lavigne

The week Olivia Rodrigo was born in 2003, Avril Lavigne was in the Top 10 with “I’m With You,” according to Rolling Stone. Coincidence? We think not. If that doesn’t tie the influenced to the influencer, just look at Lavigne’s legacy as one of the first songwriters of complicated relationship-themed pop-punk hits, like in her chant-along track “Girlfriend,” the formidable “Sk8er Boi,” and of course, the direct embodiment of that sentiment, “Complicated.” Rodrigo has not only been embodying Avril’s angsty sing-along-worthy lyrics but also replicating her wardrobe, recently rocking combat boots and a plaid corset with matching wide-leg pants (pictured above) and a chain belt you’d find at the checkout counter of any Hot Topic in the early aughts during her Saturday Night Live debut.

So, would the lyrics “It’s like we never even happened Baby / what the f*ck is up with that” in Rodrigo’s “good 4 u” exist without Lavigne singing “And hell yeah, I’m the motherf*cking princess” in “Girlfriend” first? Lucky for us, we’ll never have to find out.

3. Fefe Dobson

Fefe Dobson, is rarely mentioned in the pop-punk canon, but the singer made her mark as one of the few Black pop-punk singers of the early aughts, creating space for artists like Rodrigo who don’t fit into the predominately white male makeup of the genre.

Dobson was just 17 when she entered the pop-punk scene with tracks like “Everything” and “Take Me Away” on her debut album, one that saw her leaning into the same teenage love sentiments of falling hard and questioning it all we see in tracks like “drivers license.” Speaking to Nylon, Dobson discussed how much the scene has changed and made space for diverse artists: “I definitely think there’s no such thing as genre these days. When I was coming out in 2003, I remember people saying to my manager, like “Do you really think this Black girl’s going to do this rock-pop stuff and this is going to work?” I don‘t think that would be even said today. I think that’s a big difference.”

4. Gwen Stefani

Is it dramatic to say that without the anthemic, feminist, pop-punk rock track “Just A Girl” released way back in 1995, none of the new school punk-pop girls would be making visceral “girls to the front” vulnerable hits right now? Maybe, but it’s hard to say. With her pension for performance, fashion, candid lyricism, and devil-may-care attitude, Gwen Stefani has not only made space for herself but artists who want to replicate that same energy.

Rodrigo has never shied away from her love of No Doubt’s leading lady. On multiple occasions she’s discussed finding Stefani’s fearless ability to share personal stories and details about her innermost thoughts and desires as inspiring (and if that’s not punk rock, what is?). In an interview with Elle, it was even revealed that Stefani’s portrait was tapped to Rodrigo’s bedroom wall in a sort of shrine, dedicated to songwriters she admires. In a full-circle moment, Stefani wrote about Rodrigo for Time magazine’s 2021 TIME100 Next list, sharing, that “by pouring her heart out with so much courage and total command of her talent, Olivia made magic.” We agree.

5. Lindsay Lohan

There can be a lot said about the ins and outs, ups and downs, of Lindsay Lohan’s career. However, the platinum-certified album Speak was unquestionably a success for the then-Disney-star-turned-pop-singer who was one of the first stars of the channel to make that career pivot. She never toured for the Billboard charting album, but she did make the path from Disney star to pop-punk artists seem viable.

Rodrigo, who currently stars in the meta High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, discussed embracing her Disney start with Interview Magazine, sharing, “It’s been something I’ve given a lot of thought to, that Disney-girl archetype. I feel like there’s such a clear trajectory for what that is, and there’s so many amazing artists who have done it before me. I did grow up on Disney Channel. I am sort of this goody two-shoes. And I think shying away from that would do my art an injustice too. I just try to be as real as I possibly can.”

6. Liz Phair

Liz Phair’s fourth studio album was a masterclass in how to write a pop-punk romantic ballad while adding expletives to the climax of the track, like in her hit single “Why Can’t I?” It’s easy to see that same strategy playing out as Rodrigo sings, “I still f*cking love you, baby” in “drivers license.” Phair’s eponymous album also features the self-love ballad “Extraordinary,” which embraces her light and dark sides, something we’ve seen in Rodrigo’s first few singles and are sure to see in her debut. At the time of the album’s release, Phair was critically panned for selling out with Pitchfork claiming she’d reduced herself to “teen-pop.” But, as well all know nearly two decades on, there’s no truth to teen-pop being reductive, and Phair’s self-titled album has stood the test of time.

7. Ashlee Simpson

Back in 2004, Ashlee Simpson released her debut album Autobiography, an intimate pop-punk telling of her life. She also documented the entire process of creating the album on her series The Ashlee Simpson Show, something that was unprecedented at the time, but something current stars like Rodrigo who are used to being on camera and giving fans behind-the-scene looks at their creative process are now used to doing.

Simpson also deserves credit for pushing the boundaries of what was “allowed” for pop stars at the time, going her own way by dying her blonde hair black, and pushing back on her label who wanted her to make bubblegum pop. She ushered in an era of sad girl teen pop ballads with tracks like “Pieces Of Me” that artists like Rodrigo are still emulating today.

Olivia Rodrigo

We’ve got to end this story with Rodrigo herself, setting a bedroom on fire in “good 4 u,” and subsequently igniting another phase of her ever-evolving career. She’s got a sound all her own, and we can’t wait to see where she takes it to next. We know she’s here to stay.

Olivia Rodrigo’s debut album SOUR is due out May 21 via Geffen Records.

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[thejosh1980]

“My Daughter”

I'm really tired.

Even though I sleep well most nights, I'm still tired. Sometimes the whole day.

I'm still trying to find my routine. For sure, at 08:00 each morning I'm driving Mum to school and picking her up again at 15:00...

Other than that, it's all about whatever I can do to keep myself occupied... Look for work, think about my career, visit a friend, take Alex for a drive, clean the pool, swim in the pool, check the surf or think. 

Today's been a thinking day..... I miss my dog.

It's a very long story, one that I wouldn't want to bore you with the finer details of, but in the end, I was once a proud father, but now my 5 year old baby is with her mum in Dresden and I am here in Ocean Shores.

I miss her every single day.

Some days are worse than others. I can't go a day without thinking about her. She was my life. There's usually 2 questions that roll around in my head...  “what is she doing/feeling now, without me?” and “what would we do together if she was here?”.

I well up thinking about these questions, and usually distract myself immediately so as not to cry.

My ex and I agreed early on we wouldn't post pictures of her or discuss/post about her online. We wanted something private just for ourselves. That decision was made back when I was touring a lot and we had plenty of fans around.

I don't know if that rule applies to me now, and while I do want to respect my ex's wishes (our wishes), I also feel that I should write something down, document my feelings and try to process this... Writing has helped me with a few things so far, why not with my grief?

I guess in the end, I have to get used to the idea that she's no longer my dog. 

I mean, I never had any official paperwork with my name on it saying I owned the “property” that was our dog (how could I? It was all in German anyhow!!!). Officially, I have no say in where she lives and who she lives with.

In fact, I didn't want a dog at first. I've always been scared of them... Terribly afraid because when I was very young, our own dog (in Melbourne in 1984-85) scared the living shit out of me too many times... So I have always had reservations about dog ownership...

That was until the little brown ball of fur came into my life... I loved that little puppy like my life depended on it.

Although I may not be registered as her father, I love her like one.

I am her Daddy. I always will be.

I trained her, I took care of her, I loved her. And I was very proud to do so. She is amazing...

I trained her to skateboard, paddle board and hang with me in the studio (yes, I even have videos of her singing along with me). She could travel all over Europe with me, visit any number of famous locations and take it all in her stride. She's walked Venice, urban swam in Bern, had tourist photos at Checkpoint Charlie and been photographed by more Japanese tourists than I can care to remember...

I taught her how to give hugs on command. She'd pull me in and wrap her little paws around me, it was the sweetest hug anyone could ever get... I miss them...

She is a real beautiful talented little girl...

But maybe the most important thing was, what she did for me.

When “my daughter” came into my life, I had just stopped drinking (6 months earlier). I was still trying to find the new “me” in a world where all my friends and band members drank regularly around me. I was fine with everyone drinking.... However, if anyone who has stopped drinking (or doing drugs) knows, when that crutch is no longer in your life, when you have nothing to hid behind anymore, you learn more about yourself than ever before...

She gave me love, strength and courage to do things I was scared or worried to do... She gave me reason to live...

If this was an AA meeting, I'd say she was my sponsor.

I received unconditional love no matter how bad I felt in a social situation that made me uncomfortable. She looked up to me for guidance, and in doing so, guided me to feeling more comfortable in my uncomfortable skin.

I wasn't afraid to go places when she was with me. I wasn't worried about what people would think, or how I would feel or think... I was happy because she was by my side, and she surely was happy having me take her places and give her treats.

We were a great team...

Now that I no longer have that team, that partnership, that unconditional love, I hurt.

I worry if I can do anything without anxiety anymore. Can I step out of my comfort zone without her??

Well surely I have come along way in the past 5 years. Still ain't drinking, still learning all the time how to deal with my inner struggles. But without her, it feels harder... I struggle without her constant love and companionship.

I never thought in all my years, that a dog would be so important to me... She still is...

The last time I saw her was in late June. I decided to take control of how and when I let her go free. I arranged my dearest and trusted friend to meet with us, and I could pass “my daughter” over... And my friend could walk her to my ex's place.

The idea of passing her over directly, that would have been too much... I couldn't do it. It was hard enough just to pass her to my friend. It took a long time, a hell of a lot of tears (in public no less). The idea of giving this beautiful thing away hurt me to my core.

It still does.

She knew something was up. She was quiet and attentive. She could read me like a book... I tried to say “goodbye”, but the words could barely come out. I know I said “I love you” as often as my tears would allow.

When I made the decision to leave Europe, I knew I'd miss a lot of people and places. I knew I had to give up a lot of things... At that moment, that day in June, it all came to a head.

If, at the time, I was still on the fence about moving, I'd have stayed... I wouldn't have been able to let her go (I still haven’t)... But as all the plans had been made, and I knew my Mum was waiting for me, I had to do it. I had to keep moving forward... No matter how much it hurt...

My last image of my girl is her walking away with someone we both trusted. (she has the sweetest little butt). I ran after them down the street (crying like a fool), but she didn't look back.

She didn't know that was the last time she'd see me... How could she, she's a dog! She doesn't understand... But I do... And it hurts to think about how she feels without me in her life.

I have not had a photo or an update since... It's been 4 long months...

I wake up everyday wondering if my ex would see things my way and send her to me... Maybe she'd have a change of heart, or maybe her circumstances have changed... My ex knows I'm waiting... 

Hope is the last to die...

Originally I wanted to write an update on how our new life down here was going, but I can't get “my daughter” out of my mind, so I figured I'd write about her... Maybe in a few days I can express more about our life here, but for now, my beautiful four legged girl is all I can or want to think about.

I cried while writing this, and I'll cry again if I have to proof read it again (so I’ll get Alex to do that!). 

The sense of loss and sadness is overwhelming.

I just want to process this pain and replace it with love and happiness for our past... I really want to smile when I think about her, and laugh about her silly ways, but I’m not ready... I realised now, I still have more grieving to do... 

I hope writing things down helps...

Thanks for reading,

Josh

[liliah39]

For the one shots, what about reader is a fifth member of Queen and John cheats on her, and so they break up. And a month later at a concert just before it ends, John grabs the microphone and starts talking about how sorry he is and then “Your My Best Friend” starts playing from Freddie Brian and Roger. And John walks up to her and whispers how sorry he is. And the crowd starts chanting “Take Him Back” and reader takes him back and they hug and kiss. Sorry that was long.

Glimmer (Chapter 1) : John Deacon x Reader 

A/N: This oneshot is actually going to be the beginning of a little 4-5 chapter John x Reader Mini-series! It has nothing to do with CLGOL, but I have some other asks for John oneshots that seem like they could all be worked into the same storyline, so I figured I’d do that. This one is for you, my love @deakysmisfire -C

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September, 1976:

You and the boys were performing in Hyde Park tonight, news stations stuck in every corner waiting to grab one of the five of you in hopes to get a new piece of information about the band. You were sitting in your dressing room with your hair and makeup just finished as you slipped into your first performance outfit, sighing as you once again were upset by John’s absence.

 Nothing would ever compare to the heart wrenching feeling you experienced a little over a month ago when you wandered back to yours and John’s hotel room after a crazy party following a concert to unlock the door and find him drunkenly fucking another girl. 

A girl who looked like you.

 Same hair color. 

Same skin tone. 

Even same body shape. 

It was like an out of body experience as you watched him pounding into her from behind as she was bent over the bed. A gasp of disgust and heartbreak left your throat as you slammed the door, tears flooding out of your eyes as his movement came to a halt, head turning to look at you in the entryway, his eyes growing wide, immediately pulling out of the girl and stumbling to find his pants. He looked at you. He looked at the girl. He looked at you again. 

“Fuck.” He muttered. “Get out. Get the fuck out of here now!” He screamed at her. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

“I thought I could get you to think I was her! I wanted to know what it was like! I’ve been following you for years now, and you still chose her over me!” She cried as she pulled on a shirt, slamming the door behind her.

 “I don’t even know your name!” He slurred. 

“John,” You shuddered. “What the fuck?”

“Y/N please, I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded, slurring his words as he stumbled over to you.

“You drink too much.” You managed to get out as you hurriedly gathered your belongings to get out of his hotel room as soon as possible. 

“Baby, you know this isn’t normal for me,” he cried. “I think she drugged me.” 

You let out a laugh in disbelief at his seemingly absurd comment. “Yeah, right John. I know how the other three are. I can’t believe I thought you were different.” You cried. 

“Y/N, Baby, please. We’ve been together for three years, Baby please don’t do this,” he cried as he sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands as he realized what just happened.

“I didn’t do anything, John.” You retorted. “Never have, either. I’m leaving because of what you just did.” By the way you glared at him, if looks could kill he’d be dead. 

“You’re leaving me?” He cried, springing to his feet.

 “Yes, John, what else to you fucking expect me to do? I just walked in to see you fucking another girl!” You cried as you ran to the door. 

“Wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist. “I thought she was you.” He cried. 

“You’re pathetic.” You spat at him, opening the door and slammed it in his face. 

You spent the next couple tour dates in your cousin Roger’s room until they could book ahead enough for five rooms instead of four. When you got to Roger’s room that night, you were a crying mess with your belongings spilling out of your arms, Roger quickly kicking out the girl he had in his room to pull you inside and find out what had you so upset. You dropped your clothes right inside the door as he pulled you in for a tight hug, letting you cry out your heart wrenching cries until the account of what had just happened came spilling out of you.

 He grew tense, the blood boiling in his veins, as he remembered what he told John all those years ago. “If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.” 

Roger broke himself of your embrace, deaf to your cries trying to get him to stop as you watched from the doorway as Roger burst into John’s hotel room. You heard him pin John against the wall, as he screamed, “What the fuck is wrong with you? That’s my cousin! She’s like my baby sister, John! What the fuck?”

John just cried the whole time, “I thought it was her, I promise Roger. I’d never do anything to hurt her. I love her. Please, Rog.” as Roger beat him senseless, Brian quickly running down the hall and pulling him off of John as Freddie called an ambulance. It wasn’t bad, but Roger had broken his nose and gave him two bad black eyes. The band had never come so close to breaking up. You were the fourth to join the band per Roger’s request due to your all around musicianship at singing, piano and guitar, but they still needed a bassist, and so John joined a week or so after you had. 

For a couple days, you and Roger talked about breaking off and starting something with just the two of you called The Taylor’s, but after some very heated discussions with the other three, the five of you decided you could all act like adults for the well-being of the band and your fans. 

Of course the whole thing was covered by the media- they ate it up like it was candy. Everyone knew the next morning what had happened, John had cheated on you and Roger beat him up for it, you and Roger almost leaving the band. Your names were at the top of every newspaper. Of course John had been inconsolable throughout the entire process, Freddie told you he cried every night, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, because you were still hurting too. When John was in the hospital, they had done some blood tests and found out that the girl had, in fact, drugged him. But no matter how many times Freddie, Roger, and Brian told you, trying to explain that it really wasn’t his fault, you just couldn’t get the image of him fucking another girl out of your mind. You missed him terribly; were crying yourself to sleep every night too, but you just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t go back to him. 

Now, in your dressing room at Hyde Park, you prepared for another show when you heard a knock at the door, hearing your cousin call your name on the other side.

 “Come on in Rog,” you smiled, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “Just the person I needed to see right now.”

 “Yeah? Must be that cousinly intuition thing.” He smirked. “How’re you doing with the whole thing?”

“Oh, um, I’m alright.” You sadly smiled, knowing he was talking about John. “Miss him. Don’t want to, but I do.” 

“I know.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Just wanted to warn you, there’s a whole swarm of reporters waiting for you to come out right outside your door; all of ‘em wanna hear from the lady of the hour.” He smiled.

 “Okay. Tell them I’ll be out in a minute,” you said, waving him off as you hurriedly did your last minute preparations.

 “Oh,” he said, just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, “I can’t tell you what I’m talking about, but just so you know, I was out voted and I’m sorry in advance.” He said sincerely as he slipped out the door, leaving you majorly confused. 

You finished getting ready and grabbed a couple bottles of water as you left the room, immediately engulfed by the flashing of cameras and dozens of reporters yelling your name.

 “Everyone shut the fuck up for a moment!” You screamed, smiling at your ability to control the crowd. “I’ll answer three questions, so make them good. You.” You decided, pointing at an NBC reporter.

 “Miss Taylor, what made you all decide to do a free concert? People are predicting this to be the biggest turn out for a concert yet, with over 150,000 people. Does that scare you?”

 “Oh I don’t know, it’s something we’ve been talking about for a while.” You smiled. “We love the idea of giving back to our fans, so we thought doing a free concert would be really nice. And no, the amount of people doesn’t scare me one bit; no matter if it was 50 people or 150,000, we’d still all put in the same amount of effort to our performance. To me, the number is just a beautiful representation of how many people we have affected with our music.” 

The journalists furiously scribbled down what you had said on their notes, once again screaming your name. 

“Alright…” you searched. “You?” You said, pointing at one to your right a few rows back. 

“I know that you’ve done some modeling with Prada outside of Queen. Can you give us any hints about the new winter collection? What made you start modeling? Any new projects in that aspect?” 

And then you saw it. 

Saw him. 

John was leaning against the will on the other side of the hallway trying to inconspicuously listen in on your interview, hoping to hear some bits of new information about your life. 

So you decided to have a little fun. 

The crowd quieted as you’d started your response. “Well I must say, I honestly think the modeling thing is luck. The modeling industry is extremely particular about who they allow to model and such, Roger and I are just lucky that the Taylor’s have such fortunate genes. Queen’s my main focus, but I must admit it is a nice hobby.” You laughed. “But I’m afraid there’s nothing I can tell you about the new Prada collection! I honestly don’t know much either. I went in for a fitting when we arrived back to London last week, and I will be walking the runway at the debut of the winter collection, but that’s really all I can tell you now.” You smiled. “Did I answer everything?” 

“Almost,” the reporter smiled back. “I was wondering if you have any new projects with modeling coming up?” 

“Oh, yes! Absolutely. And I think I can actually tell you about this one too,” you started, smirking to see that John was still eagerly listening into your interview. What you were about to say wasn’t 100% true, although you had received a call from them about being the model of the month in February for Valentine’s Day, but you hadn’t accepted it yet. Oh well, you thought, a public acceptance to their offer is still an acceptance. I can always turn it down later. Here goes nothing. “Well, I'm going to be the model on the cover of February’s Playboy Magazine!” You smirked, noticing the shock on John’s face; he almost choked on his beer. “None of that playmate stuff, just the model on the cover. But hey, it’s a big leap for my modeling career and I’m excited for that to be going other places.” 

The reporters took no time to start screaming your name again as you chose one to your left, noticing the look on his face as he was about to ask his question. You could tell what this one would be about. “Ms. Taylor, we haven’t really heard much of anything about it for a month, so I was wondering if you could tell us how things are between you and John?” 

You froze. 

Do I tell him the truth, about how I’ve been a mess every night and miss him terribly, with John standing right there?

“Well, it’s been hard, but we’re handling it like adults. But I mean, honestly, I couldn’t care less about what he’s doing. Only talk to him if I absolutely have to, which isn’t often. Not that I want to, anyways.” You said coldly, shooting daggers his way. He heard everything, and it was too much for him. He walked away with his head down and tears in his eyes, and in that moment you almost felt bad. 

Almost.

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The concert was going great, the five of you playing completely in sync the entire night. You’d taken lead vocals on Flick of the Wrist, ‘39, and Stone Cold Crazy, and took lead vocals for sections of Sweet Lady, Killer Queen and Liar, but other than that provided some harmonies and played guitars with Brian. You just finished the finale, In The Lap of the Gods (revisited), and walked to the front of the stage to take your bows with the other four, but no one walked up with you. Roger stayed at the drums, Freddie at the piano, and Brian and John in their usual places, leaving you and the crowd majorly confused. You watched the audience looking around with majorly confused looks, the one on your face surely matching theirs. You noticed a section to the left started chanting 

“One more song!” 

“I’ve got no idea what the fuck is going on either, darlings,” you exclaimed, earning a laugh from the crowd. You spun around to look at the boys, Roger mouthing, “I’m sorry,” with a sympathetic look as John hesitantly took the microphone out of his stand and stepped toward the front of the stage. He was nervous, and now you were too.

 “Hi, everyone,” he hesitantly smiled, his shyness taking over for a moment. The crowd cheered him on, eager to hear from the member they usually heard from the least. “I, um- I just wanted your attention for a moment. I’m sure you all know what happened about a month ago…” his voice trailed off, the crowd silencing; eager for the next piece of juicy information surrounding the scandal. “but I just wanted to personally acknowledge it, I’ve been a recluse throughout the entire thing, and quite honestly know it was the worst mistake of my life. I’m sure you all saw the papers that said how I was drugged, which my doctors have proven was true, but that’s not my reason for speaking right now. I think it’ll be a little more apparent what I’m trying to get at after we do this, but right now we’d like to end with something we don’t usually end with. Enjoy.” He smiled, Freddie starting the much too recognizable piano intro to that song.

 John’s song.

 The song that was in dedication to you.

 You’re My Best Friend.

 Tears stung your eyes at the gesture, knowing what would be coming when the song came to an end. It made sense why Roger had been apologizing to you profusely all day for something that hadn’t even happened yet: he didn’t know how you’d react, and quite honestly you didn’t know how to react either. You watched to the side the entire time as this was completely unexpected to you, trying to wrap your head around the decision you knew you were going to have to make at the end of the song. 

“Oh, you’re my best friend.” Freddie ended, John once again grabbing the microphone as he walked over to you, taking your hand in his and bringing you to center stage. 

“Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I did. Like I said earlier, Love, it’s the biggest regret of my life. Each day without you feels like an eternity; I haven’t had one single happy moment since you left me. Believe me, I know I deserved it, and I know I honestly don’t deserve you to come back to me, even though it wasn’t entirely my fault what happened. I think you know it wasn’t my fault too, and if I wasn’t drugged, I never in a million years would ever have done anything to hurt you, Love. I wouldn’t then, and I wouldn’t now. So, Y/N, would you please make me the happiest man in the world, and be my girlfriend again?” 

The world spun around you as the crowd started to chant, “Take him back! Take him back!”. Over 150,000 people rooting for you to take him back. The answer seemed simple, didn’t it? It really wasn’t his fault, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t get that image of him with her out of your head; couldn’t remove the fear of being hurt again, until you saw it. 

Saw the glimmer in his eye. 

A little tear fall down his cheek, because he saw the uncertainty in your eyes. 

But as you looked in his eyes, you saw the man you fell in love with all those years ago, saw the sincerity in his words. He truly didn’t mean it; he really had been drugged. And then instinct took over as you connected your lips with his. The crowd roared in cheers of happiness and approval, John’s arms wrapping around your waist as you put your hands on his cheeks. Tears of happiness rolled out of both of your eyes as the two of you separated for a moment, John quietly whispering, “I didn’t think you were gonna say yes,” before you hurriedly pressed your lips to his again. The world seemed to dissolve around you, the 150,000 audience members disappearing to leave only you and John in the arena. The other four walked up to take their bows with the two of you as God Save the Queen started, John’s arms never leaving your waist as the two of you smiled at each other the entire time. The other three were ecstatic; especially Roger, because he was so fearful that you’d be mad at him for trying to help John behind your back. All three of them patted him on the back, congratulating the two of you for getting back together as they walked past where the two of you stood just off the stage; Freddie admitting that over the last month or so you were both a complete mess without each other. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” John admitted between kisses. 

“Believe me, I’ve missed you too, Deaky.” You gushed. “I was just scared, didn’t wanna get hurt again,” you admitted. 

“I promise you won’t, I, I didn’t- I wasn’t…”

 “I know,” you said, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I know.”

 “I’d never, ever do anything to hurt you, Love. God, I’ve only been able to think about you, it’s been driving me mad. I’ve missed your smile, your laugh, your voice, your hugs, your snarky comments,” he laughed as he tickled you sides. It was true, you’d been missing the same things about him, but there was one thing he hadn’t said he was missing. The thing that made you leave him.

 “What about… the other thing?” You seductively said, twirling his hair in your finger. 

“God,” he groaned. “I’ve missed that the most, couldn’t even get myself to try with a groupie. It’s not worth it if it’s not you.” He said, attaching his lips to your neck. You were looking to tease him, make him admit how much he needed you. 

“So… you’ve missed me screaming your name every night?” You laughed. 

“More than anything,” he shyly admitted. “You have no idea how many nights I got thinking of you, then had to look at old polaroids I had of you just to, you know?” 

You knew. 

Just to get himself off. 

“Then what are we still doing here?” You smirked, hands wandering dangerously close to the top of his pants as he scooped you up in his arms making you laugh at his inability to control himself. 

“ ‘Cmon, Love. We’re going back to my hotel room a little early.” He smiled. 

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A/N: Thats it guys! I hope you enjoyed!!! I think the name of the fic will make more sense as more chapters come out; I am going to do aesthetics and q&a’s and all that like I normally do for CLGOL. Today is gonna be a catch up day for me with some other things I’ve posted, so i think im gonna be posting like 3 aeshetics today haha. -C

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[sturnioloshacker]

Love Story | A Jonah Marais Fanfic (PART 3)

Requested by @xxghostnappaxx​

It’s been a month since my night with Jonah. I still think back to that night. It was honestly one of the best nights I’ve had in such a long time! I could just be myself and not get judged for my antics! I felt so comfortable around Jonah which was amazing! We had this connection that I haven’t felt in ages. It was so surreal. He gave me butterflies the whole night and I couldn’t stop staring at his face. It was like fireworks were exploding in my tummy!

As I mentioned before, it’s been a month. A whole entire month since I saw Jonah. I miss him. Sure, we talk over text and we FaceTime when we have time, but I wanna see him in person. I don’t wanna be the clingy girlfriend but I do miss seeing him. 

Fuck, I’m in love. I have officially fallen in love. It’s not bad but I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with a guy from a world-famous boyband who has millions of girls who wanna get with him. It’s not my fault that he makes me feel things I haven’t felt in forever! It’s not my fault that he’s cute and good-looking! It’s not my fault that he has such a kind and sweet personality!

I walk into the studio and Brendan is on the phone. I wave hello and walk into the dressing room and set my stuff up. Linda comes in with a tray of freshly baked muffins and delicious fruit. “Here’s some extra breakfast! I knew you’d be hungry”, she says with a smile. “Thank you so much Linda! I can always count on you!” I say as I grab what I want. “Call me if you want more, honey!” she calls out as the door closes. I groan in pleasure at the taste in my mouth. Fluffy muffins are the absolute best! This fruit is amazing too! 

I finish setting up when the door opens. “Hey Mac! Do you reckon you can style 5 people in a certain amount of time?” Brendan asks. “Yeah sure! How much time do these people need?” I ask. “An hour? Maybe less, not sure”. My brain processes everything that would need to be done to get 5 people ready in an hour or less. “I can do it! When are they coming?” I ask. “They’ll be here in 5″. I nod in agreement and Brendan breathes a sigh of relief. “Knew I could count on you, Mac! I call you when they’re here”. And with that, Brendan closes the door and I continue eating. 

I hear voices coming from the studio and assume that the 5 people arrived. I decide to walk out and say hello and introduce myself. I walk into the studio and stop dead in my tracks. Everything in my body stops dead. I blink to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Turns out I’m not dreaming. “Jonah?” my voice cracks. I see all heads turn to me, including Jonah’s. “Mac?” 

I break into a sprint and jump into Jonah’s arms. “I missed you!” I say, nuzzling into his neck. “Aw, I’ve missed you too!” Jonah replies. Jonah gently puts me back on the ground and introduces me to everyone. “Guys, this is MaCayla. Mac, meet Daniel, Corbyn, Jack and Zach”. I say hi and give all of them hugs. “How do you guys know each other?” Corbyn asks. “So Mac styled me for the shoot and then I got her number and then we went out!” Jonah explained. “So... are you... dating?” Daniel asked and Jonah smiled. “Yep!” 

I then lead the boys to the dressing room where they got changed. I went to my part of the room and got my supplies that I needed to do the boys’ hair. “Yo Jonah, you got yourself a girl!” I hear Jack say. “What do you like about her?” Zach says. “She’s just so sweet and down-to-earth! She’s so nice and caring and I can tell she enjoys working for Brendan. I was explaining my whole life story to her and she just sat and listened the whole way through! I just want someone who I can expose my secrets and confessions to and I think she’s the one”. I hear the boys “awwww” at Jonah’s explaination and I couldn’t help but blush. I know it’s bad to eavesdrop on a conversation but what Jonah said was so cute and made me get butterflies.

They walk in after getting dressed and are ready to get styled. I start with Daniel and all I wonder is just how this boy is STILL single! He has every quality a girl is looking for! Nice eyes, pretty smile, sweet personality, great bo-wait a damn minute. I’m dating Jonah. I shouldn’t be talking about Daniel like that. But in all seriousness, Daniel needs a girl ASAP! As I move through the boys, all I hear is them joking about how Jonah is so ugly and that I’m so pretty and why I’m dating Jonah cause he’s not that good looking. I can’t help but laugh at their jokes but I feel bad for Jonah because he’s getting teased heaps. I guess that’s what happens when you hang out with 4 other boys! 

After the shoot, Jonah comes up and takes me into his arms. “You doing anything tonight?” I space out for a moment to figure what I’m doing tonight, which is nothing. “Nothing. Why?” I ask. I notice a smile creep onto my sweet boyfriend’s face. “Come over tonight to our place! We’ll order pizzas and just have fun!” I smile in agreement. “Sure!” I exclaim and fall into his warm embrace. We all say bye to Brendan and we walk out to the parking lot. “Wait! What about my car?!” I exclaim. “Grab what you need from it and I’ll bring you back in the morning”, Jonah replies and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you! You’re the best!” I say and kiss him on the cheek before running to my car and grabbing my necessities. 

After grabbing what I needed, I run back to the boys who were waiting for me. I jump in and go straight to the back where Jonah is. “There’s my princess!” he exclaims and plants a soft kiss on my lips. After listening to the road rage and car horns beeping and people yelling, we finally arrive and the Why Don’t We residence. “Wow! That’s huge!” I exclaim. We walk in and I gasp at the sight. “This is way better than my shitty apartment!” I say. The boys take me on a tour of the giant-ass house and I can’t help but “oooh” and “ahhh” at everything. After the house tour, we walk into the living room. Not even a second later and I’m already being bombarded with questions about Jonah and my relationship with him. “Jesus, guys! Calm yourselves!” Jonah laughs. I answered all the questions that ended with either an “awww” or a “hahahaha” from the other four boys.

The whole night was spent having dinner with the boys and just getting to know them more. They are all so nice and so sweet! The fact that they have accepted me like family is honestly the best feeling ever. Having someone like Jonah as my boyfriend makes my heart happy. “Right. That’s enough for me tonight. I’m gonna say hi to my bed. Night guys!” Zach says as he rises from the couch. “Night”. The rest of us continue to talk before we hear “I better not hearing any moaning and groaning tonight while I’m trying to sleep!” and we all laugh. “Dude, chill! Mac and I have only been together for a month!” Jonah yells back to Zach. “Oh”. And with that, Zach goes to bed. After another hour or so, we all decided to head to bed. I walk into the guest bedroom to find my stuff missing. “Hey! Where’s all my things?!” I ask the guys. “Missing something?” I whip my head around to find Jonah with all my things. “Don’t you wanna sleep with your boyfriend?” I walk over to Jonah’s room and take my things off him. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t!” I smirk. I then feel Jonah’s arms wrap around my waist as he picks me up and put me on his bed. “My bed’s better”. As I start to get ready, I realised that I had no pyjamas, no toothbrush, nothing. “Jonah!” I whine. “What’s up babe?” Jonah walks in from the bathroom. “I need to grab things from my apartment to bring here!” Jonah chuckles and kisses your temple. “You should’ve said something before! Let’s go grab your things”. You smile and kiss his cheek. “This is why I love you”.

Jonah takes me back to my apartment and I run in to grab what I need. As I go to grab my pyjamas, I get a text from Jonah.

J: Don’t grab pyjamas, you can use my old clothes ❤️

I then throw my pyjamas back on my bed and grab my clothes for the next day. I chuck what my need into my bag and run back to Jonah’s car. “All good?” Jonah asks. I nod and he drives back to the house. We walk back into the house and head upstairs to Jonah’s room. I get ready for bed with Jonah and it’s honestly the best experience. Watching Jonah sing as he’s brushing his teeth and trying to blow toothpaste bubbles is something I never thought I’d see. I change into Jonah’s t-shirt and shorts he gave me and I never felt more comfortable. Even though they’re old, they still smell like him. I hop into Jonah’s bed and get comfy. While waiting for Jonah, I check my social media and my emails. Jonah finally walks in and I lose my breath. I’ve seen his shirtless selfies whilst stalking his Instagram but to see it in real life is just breathtaking. “Like what you see?” Jonah asks. I slowly nod my head and hide my face in Jonah’s t-shirt that I’m wearing. “Awww is my baby blushing?” I duck under the covers to hide my face. “Jonah stop!” I mumble from under the covers. 

I feel the covers rise and then Jonah jumps in and joins me under the covers. “Is this okay?” Jonah asks. “Yes”. The fact that he made sure that I was okay with being this close to him just made me love him even more. “Good”. And with that, he pulled me to his chest and kissed me. Never knew that sharing a kiss under the covers was gonna be this good. After our kiss, we emerge from under the covers and we immediately giggle. “That was sweet”, I say. “I’m glad”, Jonah whispers. “Good night”, I say and roll over. “Night my love. Sweet dreams”, Jonah whispers and pulls himself closer to spoon me. Looks like I’ll be having some sweet dreams tonight! 

PART 4 COMING SOON...

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 5 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29 Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene tries to reason out some deep-seated denial, and Peter defends Paul.

           Normally, Paul could spend hours in clothing stores. Tight jeans, platform boots, designer blouses and ascots. Feathery jackets and animal print coats. He’d dressed as wildly as possible from the time he was twelve or thirteen on, saving up every dime to buy new clothes, always hoping they’d be the ticket to feeling—oh, like they did. Like other people must. Confident and swaggering. Gene had been like that from the very start, even though, when he’d met Gene, Gene had been easily forty pounds overweight and was wearing overalls that only emphasized his gut.

           That had been a pretty rude awakening for Paul. He’d realized it wasn’t in looking the part. Confidence was something inherent. Offstage, he couldn’t ever seem to purchase more than small slivers of it. And he didn’t think he could purchase it now (well, on Gene’s dime), in a mid-tier boutique, self-consciously shoving his way through racks of bras. Gene hadn’t told him to pick one up, but he hadn’t had to, either. He’d known he needed one from the start; it kind of hurt to run up stairs without any support, and the nightclub would be fucking awful without a bra, but he’d just kept putting it off. As if this female body would go away if he refused to acknowledge it, like a groupie left to linger in the Coop until morning.

           Speaking of groupies, he was still wondering about the one who’d cursed him. He could sort of remember her face as Suzie had described her, but it was puzzling. The S&M bit had been relatively light, no whips or toys, and she hadn’t come across like a nut. She’d said he’d had her before. That didn’t mean much, either. Especially in certain areas, he’d end up with some of the same groupies again. Sweet Connie, for one—the only girl Paul knew for a fact had fucked every single member of the band, and half its roadies—and there were plenty others. It was almost a wrestling circuit; the girls all knew each other, even if he didn’t know them.

           But what could he really have done to make that girl that mad? He couldn’t remember promising a chick much of anything in several years. Sometimes he’d get a bit sloppy with it, toss the girl some cab fare as he asked her to leave (she’d think he meant it as a tip, and throw it back at him), but he didn’t get off on humiliating them like some guys did. They came with the room, that was all. Stress relief. God knew he’d heard of plenty of rockstars and movie stars who’d Quaalude the hell out of whatever girl (or guy) they wanted. But he’d never done something like that. Fuck, his chicks were actually sober.

It really didn’t add up. Gene was triple the cad than he was, and he still had his dick. Peter and Ace cheated constantly on their wives, but Lydia and Jeanette hadn’t joined forces and sent a sex-changing demon after them. Whatever. He exhaled, taking four bras of slightly different sizes back to the dressing room and trying on each in turn, wishing he’d let the shopgirl help. The clasps were annoying enough that he ended up having to fasten the bras in the front, squashing his chest in the process, then turn the whole thing around just to put it on. The third bra out of the stack seemed to fit the best, a cream-colored underwire one that wasn’t too padded or too heavy on the lace and flowers. It looked okay reflected in the dressing room mirror, if a little stupid, paired with the boxers he was still stubbornly clinging to.

           After another ten minutes or so, he’d also picked out a few pairs of underwear and a pair of fishnet stockings. Another half an hour and he had a fake leather jacket, graphic tee, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of boots. He didn’t really dig the ensemble in the mirror. More that he didn’t dig the unhappy girl in the mirror any more than he dug the unhappy guy he usually saw there. But maybe he’d look punk enough for CBGB. Would he need more clothes than that, though? On the chance that she didn’t show, or, worse, didn’t reverse the curse? Paul’s stomach churned at the thought. He got another dress, two blouses, heels, and a pair of jeans, deciding he’d write Gene a check for everything once this was all over.

           By the time he headed to check out, Gene was already waiting for him with his own bag of already-paid-for clothes. Paul tried to get a peek—he didn’t think Gene could go believably punk without intense help—but Gene held his two bags closed, pulling out a credit card to cover Paul’s purchases.

           “Hey, that’s not fair. I could use the laugh, show me what you bought.” Aggravating enough to have Gene watch the clerk ring up the bra and underwear.

           “Later.” Gene looked positively amused. Paul grabbed his own bags of clothes as soon as they were paid for, oblivious to the raised eyebrow the clerk threw Gene’s way for not carrying the bags for him.

           “If you won’t show me, don’t expect me to drive you anywhere for lunch.”

           The clerk perked up.

“Your girl’s driving? She’s got you by the balls.”

           “You have no idea,” Gene said.

--

           They ended up going through the McDonald’s drive-thru for lunch without Gene having to divulge any of his purchases. Paul had dug up enough change from the middle console to pay for it, and he was chatting up a storm about CBGB’s semi-resident bands—Blondie, apparently, was a pretty good act—between handfuls of French fries.

           “It doesn’t hold a ton of people, either, so if the groupie’s there, we’ll know pretty quickly. It’s not wall-to-wall like at Studio 54.” Paul shook his head. “Have you gone over there yet, Gene?”

           “Not yet.” He’d meant to. The disco had just opened when they’d gotten off tour. The big stars had already marked it as their territory, people like Mick and Bianca Jagger, Diana Ross, and Liza Minnelli. The prospect of being in their league was its own intoxicant. “Have you?”

           “Yeah, once. Y’know, I saw Andy Warhol there. He said he wanted to paint me.” Even through the food, Paul sounded pleased. “I kinda blew him off, I think he was just trying to come on to me, but hell, it might be fun.”

           “Getting with Warhol?”

           “Getting painted by Warhol. Jesus, Gene.” He paused. “He’s not my type.”

          “You’re not his type, right now.”

          Paul looked a little stung, but didn’t retort for a second or two.

          “What do you care, anyway?”

           Gene stuffed about a third of the burger in his mouth and shrugged.

          “I don’t.”

          “Remember when he did the Marilyn Monroe screen prints? Everyone in my class was trying to make their own versions, and our teacher…”

          Paul kept trailing off about his art magnet high school. Gene was only half-paying attention. Something strange and almost possessive had curdled in the back of his throat. He took a swig of his cup of Coke, but the feeling persisted. Maybe it was the dissonance. Girls worth talking to didn’t dismiss fucking so casually. Paul wasn’t really a girl, sure—well, he was, but—

          “You’re not listening.”

          “I don’t know anything about art, Paul.”

          “You do. You draw. You used to show me your comics. Everybody knows something about art. Everybody knows what they like about it.” Paul exhaled. “Look, you’ve gotta be getting tired of my place. I’ll take you home, meet you at the club tonight?”

          “You really want to do that?”

          “Yeah, of course I wanna go to the club. I’m not losing my whole life because of one groupie.”

          “You’d be okay getting there by yourself?”

          “I—yeah, I’d be okay.”

          “Just take us back to your place.”

          “I’d be fine, really—”

          “No, take us both back.”

          “What, you think I can’t drive over there by myself?”

          “Maybe I like your company, Paul.”

          Paul reached for his soda cup. The edge of his mouth was starting to twitch up.

          “Yeah? Maybe I like yours.”

--

           By the time Paul pulled into the driveway, Gene was feeling a little sluggish. Two Big Macs, French fries, Coke, and most of Paul’s Sprite sat heavy on his stomach. He figured he’d take a nap on Paul’s couch or in his guest bedroom. Maybe play some records after, if that didn’t tear at Paul too much. Maybe get a quick dinner at a restaurant before heading to that nightclub—he almost thought he could talk Paul into it now.

           Paul seemed to have about the same idea. He kicked off the tissue-stuffed heels and headed to his bedroom, leaving the door open. Gene watched him hang up all his purchases before doubling back to the door.

           “I’m gonna sleep for a bit,” Paul called out. “You can turn the T.V. on if you wanna, I don’t care.”

           Gene nodded, and Paul shut the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He shucked off his own shoes and stretched out on the orange velour couch in the living room, feeling weirdly nostalgic. The last time he’d really been at Paul’s place for more than an afternoon, Paul’s place had been his parents’ place. They’d be at the kitchen table, talking about records, bumming their way through Beatles songs on their acoustic guitars, while Paul’s baby niece squalled in the background. He’d never admit it, but he envied the noise in that apartment. The coiled-up tension Paul assured him lay just beneath the surface was something he never saw.

           Paul had rarely gotten past the door of Gene’s house when his mother was around. His mother thought Paul was the Lampwick to his Pinocchio, eagerly leading Gene into a world of sin he’d already partaken in and a world of drugs he’d never touched. Paul’s ego had been sufficiently bruised by the assumption that he never tried to convince her otherwise. But Gene was sort of wondering now. If Paul had been a chick instead of a guy when they met, some mousey, bitchy friend-of-a-friend that played a little guitar and wanted to start a band, would his mother have liked him any better? Would Paul being a Jewish girl, if nothing else, have been enough to save him, her, whatever? Probably not.

           Would he have gone after Paul then?

           Probably.

           Anyway, it didn’t matter. He didn’t plan on going after Paul now. They’d get this reversed soon enough, and once the tour started back again, he’d be up to his neck in Playboy Playmates and groupies, all way easier on the eyes and the wallet and the brain than a girl with a gap tooth and a terminal case of nerves. Yeah. Yeah.

           He watched the cuckoo clock on the wall for a while, the one that Paul had gotten during their last Europe tour, waiting for the bird to pop out from the little hatch. But it, like everything else, seemed to be taking its time. Gene sighed, getting up from the couch and heading for the T.V.—what was on this time of day, anyway? Gunsmoke reruns? The only thing that stopped him from finding out was a knock on the door.

           He opened it without thinking, figuring it was the mailman delivering another of Paul’s occult books. Instead, he was met with Peter, wearing his version of casual—jeans, a vest, a pinstripe shirt, and a handful of necklaces—and a bewildered look.

           “You’re still over here?”

           “How’d you know I was over here?”

           “Ace told me. Where’s Paul?”

           Shit.

           “He’s not in right now.”

           Peter looked him up and down suspiciously.

           “Then are you gonna let me in?”

           Despite himself, Gene’s glance went to the bedroom door almost on automatic. If he could get rid of Peter fast enough, Paul wouldn’t wake up.

           “C’mon,” he said finally. Peter stalked in without hesitation. Gene had half-expected him to take a seat, but he didn’t, looming in the living room like he was certain he was being let out of the loop, without being told.

           “Look, maybe Ace can write off all sorts of shit, but I can’t.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “He won’t see anybody, he won’t talk to anybody. He gets into fucking voodoo. He has you call up Ace for his psychic. Says you’ll make sure Paul calls me back and he doesn’t. But everything’s cool, everything’s great—”

           “Pete—”

           “Something’s the matter. Paul ain’t that kind of a nut! Now, either he lost his mind or you’re pulling one on him, but either way, something’s screwed-up here. I’m not leaving until I talk to him.”

           “You’ll be waiting awhile.”

           “I’ve got time.”

           “Pete, really, he’s gonna be out until pretty late, don’t you think—”

           “No, I don’t. I’m staying. You want me out, call the fucking cops. Get a real nice headline going—"

           The bedroom door creaked open. Peter turned around immediately, Gene following suit. Paul was standing in the doorway, still in that floral dress from earlier that afternoon. Gene bit his lip.

           “It’s you again!” Paul seemed to cave in on himself with every word out of Peter’s mouth, stepping back. “You—I see how this is!”

           “Peter,” Gene started again, “Peter, listen, it isn’t—”

           “You fucking asshole!” Peter grabbed Gene’s arms, oblivious to or maybe just not caring about the weight and height Gene had on him. “How the fuck could you do that to him?!”

           “You’ve got it wrong, I’m not—listen, Pete, I—”

           “You’re fucking his girlfriend! Your best friend! Paulie’s fucking losing it and what do you do, you move in on his girl! Move in on his house! You motherfucking pig!” Pete advanced, or tried to. Gene twisted away his grip, grasping his wrists. Pete yanked himself free easily, stalking forward, forcing Gene back, closer and closer to the wall.

           “Pete, calm down.”

           “I won’t! This ain’t stupid band shit, Gene! This ain’t fucking solos! You got no right to do this!”

           “Stop it.” It was Paul. Gene stared, stunned, as Paul stepped out of the doorway and into the living room, face pale. Peter was watching, too, looking disgusted. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”

           “He wouldn’t?” Peter started to laugh. “Baby, he’s done it to every chick that got within three feet of him.”

           “Pete, please.” Paul was biting his lip, breaths hard. “Pete, I’ve gotta tell you, listen—”

           “Don’t,” Gene cut in, but Paul didn’t listen. God only knew why. Gene could tell Paul was scared as hell, even as he stepped between them, taking Peter’s arms. Even Peter had about an inch on him now. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull back. “Don’t do it, you don’t need to.”

           “I’ve got to. Peter, I—” He let go of one of Peter’s arms, pulling down the right shoulder of his dress to expose his tattoo. “I’m... damn it, Peter, you know who I am.”

           Peter’s face contorted.

           “What the hell are you doing? What’s that supposed to prove?”

           “You and me, w-we went on vacation together last year. To Hawaii.”

           “Bullshit, I went with Lydia! I’ve never gone anywhere with you in my life!”

           Paul was staring at Peter like he’d just been slapped, but he kept his grip on Peter’s arm like a lifeline. Gene didn’t know how to help him. Part of him wanted to just go straight between the two of them and scream at Peter to get out of there, never mind the fallout on both sides after. But he didn’t. Instead he just watched as Peter tossed away Paul’s hold like it was nothing at all, shoving him back, hard enough Paul stumbled backwards, hitting his leg on the coffee table. Peter turned to Gene.

           “You think you can do anybody any fucking way, don’t you? Fuck Paul, right? Fuck him and his crazy broad. That’s the way you are. Loyalty don’t even matter to you.”

           “Peter—”

           “Forget it. I’m out of here.”  Peter stalked to the door, shouting as he yanked it open. “Don’t think I won’t tell him what you’ve done! I don’t give a shit if it splits us up!”

[aahsokaatano]

ITALY????

Y’all I spent one whole week in Italy in 2017 and it was one of the most bizarre fucking weeks of my life

let’s break it down from the beginning

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So, fall of 2017 I was studying abroad in London. One of the classes I was taking was specifically for study abroad students, designed to get us engaging in the culture of London or whatever i dont really remember the class itself but my god do i remember the people i met in it

two in particular were these girls, also American. We shall call them Molly and Ally. They had quickly made friends with each other, and after one of the class trips into London, i was friendly with them as well. The “reading week” or fall break was coming up, and they mentioned that they were going to Italy and asked if I wanted to go. I had booked a short tour to Dover, but thought “oh my god Italy???? Fuck yes!” and so I bought my plane tickets then asked them where they had booked hotel rooms so that I could add myself to their itinerary

“Oh,” Molly said, “we haven’t, don’t worry about it”

Me, a seasoned traveler “?????? uh”

I bugged them about this for at LEAST a week and finally, about THREE DAYS from when we were supposed to leave, I just went ahead and booked an assortment of hostels and airbnbs for us in all the cities they wanted to go to and told them to pay me back later

they actually admitted afterwards that that had been a smart move on my part which like????? no SHIT its a smart move to have a plan where you’re gonna sleep every night while in a foreign country. god.

So, lets go through this day by day

Day 1 - London to Milan

we flew from London to Milan in the evening, getting there pretty late at night. and it was only once we were actually IN Italy that I learned that 1) none of us spoke Italian and 2) despite having grown up in two areas with large Hispanic populations, neither Molly or Ally spoke a lick of Spanish, which is close enough to Italian that you can kind of limp through a conversation of one if you know the other.

so, somehow, I ended up being our Italian translator for the week, armed with nothing but a translator website, a handful of Italian music terms, and the ability to roll my r’s fairly well for a white person. Literally, i figured out where the bus stop was outside of the airport because I saw the word “fermata” painted on the pavement and I knew that meant “long pause” in sheet music terms so I hazarded a guess it meant stop or similar in regular Italian

(sidenote I almost got in a fight with some random Italian dude on the bus because Molly was going on about how excited she was to try the pizza and I told her it wasn’t going to be the same because “the pizza you’re used to is an American invention” and he turned around and started going on about the tradition of pizza in Italy and I was like I just mean that American pizza is different from real Italian pizza i did not mean to offend i’m sorry!!!!!! anyways)

the bus dropped us in a square in the middle of Milan and we got out and i’m lookin at my airbnb app trying to figure out where we need to go and i said “okay we need to get a cab” and Molly and Ally are arguing about something and this RANDOM ASS DUDE walks up to us and is like “you need taxi?” and i said yes to he leads us back to his REGULAR ASS CAR, NOT A TAXI and tells us to get in, and for some unknown fucking reason I do and Molly and Ally follow me and shut up real fast because this is sketchy as fuck but the guy did take us to the airbnb without murdering us so thats a win i guess

The airbnb by the way was more like a mini hostel - it was this apartment where pretty much every room except the bathroom had been converted into a bedroom and so probably not entirely legal but whatever. whatever. 

Day 2 - Milan to Venice

i woke up early the next morning and went to take a shower at the bathroom at the end of the hall and found out that the lights didn’t work. Whatever, I’m mostly blind without my glasses anyways so i just showered in the dark, no biggie

we had an early bus to catch from Milan to Venice, so we headed out to the bus station. I’ll be honest, I do not remember how we got there. I think we walked, because I ended up with a coffee at some point so I probably got it from some cafe on the way? But idk. I was so tired.

We get on the bus, I found two empty seats far away from Molly and Ally, and immediately stretched out and fell asleep.

Ally woke me a little later and said “c’mon, we’re here!”

I was confused as all hell because it had not been nearly long enough for us to get all the way to Venice, but I got off the bus and was greeted by Molly stretching her arms out and proclaiming “Welcome to Venice!” underneath a sign that said we were at the Verona bus station.

They did not believe me when I said Verona and Venice were two different places. “Venice has canals, Verona is where Romeo & Juliet is set. There are no canals in R&J, they’re two different places!” I literally had to pull out my phone, go to google maps, and zoom out until they could see that Venice was still several hours away before they believed me.

The bus driver almost didn’t let us back on but I was able to show him on the tickets that our end destination was, in fact, Venice.

Venice itself was pretty neat. We got to go on a gondola ride and I ate an entire pizza by myself at dinner lmao.

Day 3 - Venice to Florence

we took a train from Venice to Florence the next morning, and that’s when I discovered that Italian train stations have lovely little cafes with AMAZING coffee and really good pastries. The other two didn’t drink coffee but like, their loss. it was fantastic. 

Florence was great, we found a little shop that sold really yummy gelato for only 1 Euro a scoop - Geletaria La Carraia. If you ever end up in Florence, definitely check it out!

We wandered around for a while, took a lot of pictures. There was some famous church that was undergoing some renovations, but as we walked up to it Molly gasped and said “I’ve climbed that in Assassin’s Creed!” which was pretty funny. 

We went to a museum that had made a bunch of models of some of Leonardo DaVinci’s inventions. We went to an art museum and stumbled across Michaelangelo’s David on accident, so that was the big “wtf” moment of the day. Also that night Molly decided to buy a bottle of wine to take home to a friend of her’s back in America, but realized after buying it that her backpack wasn’t big enough to cart it around for the rest of the week so I ended up carrying an entire fucking bottle of wine for the rest of the trip because I was the only one smart enough to bring a proper backpacking backpack and not just my school bag.

Also the hostel we were in had actual skeleton keys for their rooms and actual goddamn keyholes that one could clearly see through so i left the key in the lock all night AND hung my sweatshirt from the door handle so that no one could peek in at us

Day 4 - Florence to Pisa

once again, I woke up early, went into the bathroom attached to our room (the hostel had had a cancellation and so we ended up in a private room instead of a dorm style) and discovered that the lights didn’t work so I had a second shower in the dark

we took another train from Florence to Pisa, and there we ran into our only bit of bad weather

What’s the big draw in Pisa? The Leaning Tower, right?

What was the only day it rained, non-fucking-stop, the entire time we were in Italy? THE DAY WE WERE IN PISA

I got so soaked that I actually bought a new sweatshirt because the one I was wearing was DRIPPING

anyways, after we had taken several dumb touristy pictures and grabbed an early dinner at a nearby restaurant, we decided to head over to the room I had booked. The cheapest place I could find was a tiny cabin at a campground nearby. According to the map on my phone, it was a short walk away.

A solid hour later, we finally trudged up to the main office of the campground, shivering and soaked, and got the keys to our cabin. We set our stuff down, and Ally and Molly decided to go back out to the grocery store we had passed coming in. I waved them off and went to take a shower in the bathroom with fully functioning lights! hooray!

Day 5 - Pisa to Rome

another morning, another train station with excellent coffee. We got into Rome and, at this point, we were all so tired from travelling that I was finally able to take charge. up until this point, Molly had been railroading us, even sort of bullying Ally in the process, but now she was exhausted and I, through a combination of practice in functioning while dead on my feet, lots of travel experience, and Mom Friend Instincts, took the reins. We got to Rome and I said “we’re going to the church with the big hole in the roof (its a thing, look it up) and then we’re going to eat.... at this place around the corner and then we’re going to to go our hostel and check in”

they didn’t argue, and that’s a true testament to how fucking tired the two of them were, especially Molly, because she would argue about anything and everything given half a chance. We also went to the military museum that day, mostly because it was free and also air conditioned

(also while looking through my pictures of this trip i just discovered that i still have the picture i took of the Rome hostel FAQ page that had by the front desk, which i now remember i did because it had the wifi password on it and we weren’t in our room for 30 seconds before one of the other two asked what the wifi password was so, once again, i show that i am a very good traveler/travelling buddy)

Day 6 - Rome

so we had the next full day in Rome, and we got up early to get in line for the Vatican. I wanted to be there by 7am, Molly was like “it doesn’t even open until 9!” and we compromised at 8 and it was STILL an enormous line so i was like “see? this is why i wanted to get here early”

Oh, but before we went to the Vatican, i took a shower. IN. THE. DARK. BECAUSE ALL OF ITALY EXCEPT FOR PISA DECIDED THAT I DIDN’T DESERVE TO HAVE A SHOWER WHERE I DIDN’T HAVE TO FUMBLE AROUND BLINDLY LIKE AN ASSHOLE

ALSO on the way to the Vatican, I asked if the two of them had their passports. Ally said yes. Molly said yes, why?

And I had to then explain to Molly, a 20 year old RELIGIOUS STUDIES MAJOR, who was RAISED CATHOLIC and who had FAMILY IN THE CLERGY, that the Vatican, THE CENTER OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, is it’s own country. 

she, again, did not believe me until i pulled it up on google for her

turned out that we didn’t need our passports stamped to enter the Vatican but still! still!!!!!

so it turned out that whatever day we were there on, the Sistine Chapel isn’t open that day, so we just walked through the cathedral and then headed out to the Colosseum and the ruins of the Senate behind it, both of which were very cool

Day 7 - Rome to Milan to London

we got up even EARLIER on our last day, I took another shower in the dark, and we rushed over to the Vatican, speedwalked through most of the museum, and finally got into the Sistine Chapel, which was absolutely breathtaking. Then we hauled ass back to the train station to catch our train back to Milan.

At this point in the trip, I was so fucking done with the two of them, but especially Molly. Ally was sweet and naive, but she was also willing to listen to new information. Molly was just a stubborn ass with a mean streak a mile wide and I was COMPLETELY done associating with her.

Luckily, since I had booked my flights separately, while we had flown into Milan on the same plane, I had a completely different flight back to London - to a different airport, even. They were going back to London City, but I was heading to London Gatwick. Both planes were set to depart around the same time, from two gates that were next to each other though, so i couldn’t really escape them until - uh oh! My flight was delayed. 

Molly and Ally were fretting about it but i was like “it’s fine. it’s fine. I’ve been flying since i was literally 3 months old and I s o m e h o w know more Italian AND Spanish than the two of you combined, even though I would never say that I speak EITHER of those languages. Just go.”

The flight ended up being delayed like 5 hours due to mechanical issues. They finally just got another plane for us, and we finally took off from Milan. When we went over Paris, the captain, obviously feeling bad about the delay, made sure to tilt the plane in both directions so that everyone could see the Eiffel Tower lit up, it was really neat.

We finally got back to London at literally like 230 in the morning. The busses and some of the trains weren’t even running at that point - certainly not all the way out to the fancy little liberal arts college I was going to. I went up to some security guard at the airport and said “just tell me how close I can get to the University of Roehampton on the trains” and he told me to take the train to Black Friars so I got out there and there was a bus, but it was like 40 minutes out. It’s now pass 3am, I am exhausted after a long, weird week in Italy, I texted my dad and he said “just get an Uber i’ll pay for it”

The Uber driver was very nice and as soon as I got in he said “you look really cold! do you want the heat on?” i could have fucking kissed him. he was super nice. actually made sure that I was still texting my dad (i had mentioned it when I got in because I almost dropped my bag while trying to text and maneuver at the same time) every few minutes. offered to let me take and send a picture of him to my dad. otherwise didn’t really speak and just let the music play. I tipped him literally whatever was in my pocket at that time, i don’t remember how much it was, but it was at least 20% and probably more. Really great guy. 

Random London Uber driver from 2017, you remain the best Uber driver and I love you

i finally crawled into my shitty little dorm bed at about 4am, exhausted and utterly bewildered by the past week

honestly??? I’m still bewildered by my week in Italy.

wtf even happened in all that mess.

[lazy-crow-writingblog]

Peter Parker: Crashing Your Field Trip-Chapter 4: Vacation Day 2

Peter was the first to wake up, again. He looked over to the bed harboring his two legally responsible adults, both still sleep, both lightly snoring. Grabbing his phone off of the nightstand next to his hotel bed and saw that he had three new messages. One from Ned, one from M.J. and one from aunt May. May was just checking up on him, making sure he was alright and Tony hasn't gone overboard with the whole thing and if Stephen has been keeping him in check. M.J. was poking fun at him, she sent a picture she drew of him all star-y eyed when referring to Tony and him blushing when it was mentioned. Ned was just sending him memes.

He was on his phone for about 5 minutes before Ned texted him again asking if he was coming downstairs for breakfast today? He texted back saying he'd be down in a few. Slipping his sneakers on he went over to the side Stephen was sleeping on and gently shook him awake.

"Yes Peter?" He said in a groggy voice.

"I'm going downstairs to have breakfast with Ned and M.J."

Stephen eyes shot open and looked at Peter, almost hesitant to answer. He eventually nodded and allowed Peter to go. He got downstairs to the dinning area and immediately found his friends. This time they sat in the back in a corner table to, hopefully, avoid Flash's momster of a mother. They talked for a while before she found them and she stormed over, this time, with one of the teachers who was caring a clipboard with papers attached to it.

"See." She said stopping in front of them. "He's here. Why is he here?" She asked in a very angry tone.

The teacher, Mrs. Feltsworth, looked down at Peter confused. She looked down at the clipboard, flip through the pages then fixed her thick rim Harry Potter glasses on her face.

"He's not our list. I assume he's here for a different reason."

"I don't care what his reason to be here is I want him gone." She demanded.

Behind her was Flash and his father. Flash appears to be angry and Peter couldn't tell if it was because he was here or because his mother was causing a scene. Again. Her husband, on the other hand, was a little flush in the face and looking away. Like he was trying put a distance between him and his wife. Poor guy.

"Ma'am I can't do that if he's not with us." Mrs. Feltsworth explain.

"Then get me someone who can." She demanded yet again.

Someone clearing his throat behind them is what caught all of their attention. Upon looking past Flash's family Peter could see an upset Doctor Strange, however Stephen's expression didn't seem to bother Flash's mother all that much.

"Can we help you?" She asked with some venom in her voice.

"I'm here to collect my kids. Peter, are you okay?" He asked sending Peter a soft look.

The teen nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good."

"I'm sorry, may I asked who you are?" Mrs. Feltsworth said fixing her glass on her face once again.

"I'm sorry, my name is Dr. Stephen Strange. I'm a friend of Peter's aunt. I'm here with him on his vacation." He stated shaking the hand of Mrs. Feltsworth.

"I'm Peter's English teacher, Mrs. Feltsworth."

"Wait, what. You can't be serious, you think we're going to let you take him?" Mrs. Thompson piped up in her anger.

Strange raised one of his eyebrows. "It's not like you can stop me."

"Excuse Me?" Mrs. Thompson got close to Strange to the point where she would almost be in his face if it weren't for her husband stepping between them to stop her.

"Peter's 16. He's more then capable to of telling someone he needs help if he felt he was in danger."

"You could be threatening him."

"Why would you care? Yesterday you were so pissed that he was even here that when you grabbed him you left a bruise." Stephen pointed out.

She went pale. It was true and if it wasn't for Peter's sped up healing process it would still be there. Mrs. Thompson tried to say something else but all that happen was that she open and closed her mouth a few times before Stephen got bored of staring at her impression of fish.

"Come on Peter, Tony said he has something to do today before we continue you vacation." He said.

Peter said good bye to his friends and slipped his way past Flash and his family but his mother apparently wasn't finished with her antics. She grabbed Peter by the arm, just like yesterday, except her yelling was aimed at Stephen and not him. That didn't fly with the great Doctor.

"Wait just a minute, you two are not going anywh-"

"You get your hands off of him before I get security." Strange said with venom in his tone.

Peter is guessing that the fact that someone said something to her with the same tone she gave them. Her grips loosens and Peter was able walk up to Stephen and the two of them went back to their room.  On their way back Stephen told Peter that he's isn't allowed to go to the dinning hall by himself anymore. " Not while she's there at-least." Peter nodded, understanding why, getting grabbed isn't exactly something he likes happening.

"Where are we going today anyway?" Peter asked stepping out of the elevator with Stephen and walking down the hall to their door.

"Tony said he was going to have a quick meeting with someone then after that we were going to walk around, see a movie, and order some room service."

"Cool."

When they got to the room Tony was already dressed and talking on the phone with someone. He kissed Stephen's cheek and ruffled Peter's hair before continuing to speak to whoever was on the phone.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few." He said and then hung up the phone.

°°°°

They arrived at a big building and, upon entering, were greeted by a main with grey balding hair in a black suit and a lady in a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and black heels. Peter took in his surrounding, see it as some sort of indoor zoo thing for smaller animals.

"Mr. Stark! Thank you so much for coming, I'm so sorry for interrupting your vacation with your" The guy looked behind Tony to see Stephen standing there, looking back, and Peter looking at everything with childlike wonder. "family."

"No problem, so long as the problem is short and quick to fix we should be out of here in no time." He said with a smile.

"Thank you. In the mean time your son and husband can look around while they wait." He offered.

Peter looked at the guy, smile very brightly, turned one direction and took off, smushing his face against the glass holding small ferret like animals. Stephen gave a smile in Peter's direction and Tony snapped a quick picture before walking off with the guy and his secretary. Stephen walked up to Peter and gently pulled he back far enough so that his face wasn't pressed to the glass, who knows what's on it.

"What do you think they are?" Peter asked.

They look like they could be ferrets but they were red and black and their faces weren't as long as a ferrets was.

"According to the plaque their red panda's" Stephen said.

"Cool" Peter took out his phone and turned off his flash so he doesn't spook the small things.

Snapping a couple picture and taking a selfie with one that came up to the glass the two of them continued on there way. Peter was so star struck by the place that he didn't even notice his decathlon team walk in or the angry look Flash and his mother were giving them. Stephen noticed though and smirked back at them. Stephen and Peter walked around the building a for close to 2 hours, taking photos and selfies with other small and cute animals and even some of the not so nice ones before Tony reappeared before them with a happy smile on his face, along with dirt and some mysterious substance that Stephen will point out later, with the guy behind him. Peter was looking at the much larger, and more known, black and white pandas.

"Hey Pete, you two having fun?" Tony asked.

Peter hummed a happy response, not looking away from the big furry bears hanging in the trees.

"Good."

Stephen looked in front of him to see the spider teen's decathlon team walking up with their tour guide. The guy is showing the the tigers that a cage or 2 down from where they were standing. In the middle of the guy telling facts about the tigers one girl noticed Tony and pointed it out to the older lady with her, Tony guessed her mother but he didn't want to assume. It didn't take long before the all were staring at the billionaire and Tony didn't either notice or were trying to ignore it.

"Hey Pete, how would you like to play with the red panda's?" Tony asked.

That caught the teens attention, causing him to turn around so fast that he would've fell if Strange hadn't been there to catch him. "R-Really?" He asked.

"Yep. As a thank you for being so patient with us. I saw that you liked them in particular." The guy with the balding hair said.

Peter sputtered and struggled to make a coherent sentence, getting stuck between a "thank you" and  a "yes I would" before Tony cut in.

"That means yes."

"Great, please follow me."

The three followed the guy to a door. A person with caramel skin and black hair pulled into a ponytail opened in and gave them each a small bucket filled with what was clearly bamboo, berries, fruit, what looked like dry dog food, grass, some sort of leaf things and some other stuff. Inside the red panda's were on the ground with a few up in the trees.

The person tapped Peter's shoulder to get his attention. "Shake the bucket, that usually get's their attention."

Peter did as suggested and almost all of them came running to the teen. He knelt down and began feeding them. In no time at all Peter was sitting on the ground with the small panda's walking and crawling all over the kid and he was just loving. Petting their soft fur and laughing when sniffed near or behind his neck and/or ear. Tony and Stephen were standing off to the side recording the cute behavior. Tony leans over and whispers to Stephen "How much convincing would it take for May to let him get one."

"No Tony."

"Why not? I know you'd let me have one."

"How do you know that?"

"I know how to convince you." A smirk formed on Tony's face as he gave Stephen the bedroom eyes which earned him an eye roll.

A few more minutes of laughing, petting, cuddling, and feeding the Panda's it was time for them to go before the tour of other teens got here. Tony thanked the guy and Peter did the same while trying to get one of the sneaky ones from hiding in the hood of his hoodie-shirt. One the little thing was out and safely on the ground the trio left. The rest of the day was uneventful. They walked around, saw some sights, took more pictures and selfies, saw a movie and headed back to the hotel. It was around 10:30 pm when they returned. Tony and Stephen sat down at a bench to rest their feet for a bit and while they were resting Peter spotted Ned and his dad heading into the dinning hall and began walking over to them. Ned saw Pete and said something to his dad before waiting for his best friend.

"Hey, Ned. What's up?" Peter asked.

"Nothing compared to you. You got to play with red panda's" Ned exclaim.

"You heard that?"

"No, it's on his Instagram."

"Huh?"

Ned went through his phone and pulled up the video Tony took of him and the panda's and showed him the picture they took while out. Some were selfies, some he took of him with a couple of him not noticing that. Peter didn't get much time to talk about it because Ned's dad called them. They said their good byes and Peter caught up with his two legally responsible adults up to their rooms. They ordered room service but Peter was out like a light before it showed up. Stephen woke him up because, despite that he wanted Peter to get his res, they've out all day, he needs something in his stomach. The teen ate a bit then fell back asleep dreaming of cute little red and black ferret like animals roaming all over.

****

Late, late, I know I forgot, please forgive! I'll draw a cute picture of Peter for you just don't yell at me.

[prorevenge]

Insult me for my efforts? I'll ruin your holiday.

I'm on mobile, so sorry in advance for formatting/typos. I never thought that I'd post here but I've finally gotten my share of justice boner (although maybe not as pro as y'all'd like -- as it's still ongoing, suggestions are solicited)!

My dad and I have been planning to hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu for about a year, to start on father's day (he'll soon be 60 so I wanted to help him cross this item off his bucket list before he gets older).

A coworker of my dad's decided that he wanted to join in on this trip with his daughter, and as it was my first trip to South America, I thought there would be some strength in numbers in case we run into trouble, and I accepted.

My dad's coworker (let's call him 58 because that's his age as well as his IQ) has never traveled much aside from Italy (through a package tour), and was completely inexperienced in traveling solo. As we began to plan this trip, his answer to everything became "I'll just do whatever you guys are doing (read in your best idiot's voice)."

Whatever, I was determined to make this trip the best one for my dad, and it wasn't a big deal for me to make the reservations for 4 people instead of 2, so despite the fact that 58 and his daughter (let's call her NP, for Nachu Picchu, obviously) were not pulling any weight on the trip planning, I was glad to do it, and happy to help 58 and NP experience the world (NP has never traveled outside of her home country as far as I know).

Unfortunately, trouble began almost immediately. 58 has packed way too much and literally could not handle all of his luggage, leaving me and my dad to carry one of his bags atop our suitcase (he never once said thank you, and my dad was already pissed on day 1). Here are some of their lesser offenses:

- if you've ever traveled Peru, you might know that most first-time travelers follow the same path (often called the Gringo trail), starting in Lima and following a few very small but touristy towns (Paracas, Huacachina, Nazca). Our plan was to stay in these towns for 4 days, where there is no ATM access. So I wrote to 58 many weeks before the trip to bring at least $500-600 usd + 400 soles in cash, to pay for hotel and transportation as well as food, and wrote clearly that he will not see an ATM for 4 days. As soon as we landed in Lima airport, 58 announced that he had precisely $305 and a very low ATM withdrawal limit (around $200 per day). I knew we were in trouble then (we ended up lending him some money to make him shut up whining about money, which he ended up doing daily)

- from that day onwards, 58 began harassing me about ATM every day despite the fact that I have told him that there won't be any ATMs (keep in mind that I'm his co-worker's daughter... Have some dignity maybe?)

- 58 also complained constantly that the Peruvians don't speak English, and that he had no trouble communicating in English on his package trip to Italy. Umm... Sorry for not having taught all the Peruvians English?

- Despite his massive luggage size, both 58 and NP didn't pack everything that they needed for the Inca Trail, and they wanted to spend an entire day shopping for trekking gears. To give you an idea of what these people are like, 58 needed a rubber end to his trekking pole, and wanted our help in finding a store that sells it. When my dad pointed out a store that had hiking sticks on display, he cried out in his whiny idiotic voice "I want the rubber end, not the hiking sticks!" *rolls eyes*

-At the Inca Trail, our hiking group was about 10 women and 5 men, and 58's comment in front of me and NP was "wow, this means all the dudes can have two girls each, eh?" Happy father's day, I guess!

At this point, since it'll become important later, I will honestly and seriously say that 58 seems to have some sort of cognitive problem. He can't usually follow conversations, and even though information was relayed to him, he had trouble either retaining it or processing it, and people usually have to repeat information several times to him before he gets it. So because I noticed this early on in the trip, I tried to be understanding for a long time.

I really tried my best to make this a great experience for them. With my limited Spanish, I was able to get some great deals and some hidden tours that aren't really known to many people yet; I have some fancy lounge access at all airports that lets me bring in unlimited number of guests, so 58 and NP were traveling in style with me, drinking free alcohol and munching on snacks on comfy sofas until boarding time; because I had a year to prepare, we all got great hotels at great prices, etc.

Nonetheless, the real trouble began about a week into our trip. My dad and I had gotten sick of the constant ATM hunting and trekking gear shopping, so we had told 58 and NP that we were going to split, see some sights, and since NP and I have roaming data plans, we'd figure out how to rendez-vous later.

I should have foreseen that 58 would not process this information at once. He somehow understood that we would come back in 15 minutes, and NP, although she understood what our plans were, didn't try to correct 58 (from what I've observed over the week, they don't have a great father-daughter chemistry, and have very little communication -- for example, when 58 was having a really rough time with altitude sickness on the Inca trail, NP was happily hiking at the front of the trip, a couple of hours ahead of her dad, and never once hiked alongside him during the 4 days). So apparently they waited for us in the freezing streets of Cusco for a long time. I'm told that 58 was already pissed at this point.

From here, things took a dramatic turn for the worse rather quickly.

We had just one key to the airbnb that we were staying in, which I had (frankly, didn't trust 58 to not lose it). But NP's phone died and she couldn't find her way back to our hotel for a long time (as they had no part in the trip planning, they had no idea which neighborhood the hotel was in; which landmarks were nearby, etc., although I had of course sent them all the info ages ago).

As a result, my dad and I were locked in our hotel for over an hour waiting for them, and NP and 58 were locked out for an hour. My dad and I eventually went out to take a walk and to hopefully run into them (maybe 20 minutes total) and during this time they came to the hotel, saw the door locked, and became even more pissed.

When they finally came back to the hotel, 58 (who is probably 6'4" to my 5'4") stormed directly in front of me, pointed a finger at my face, and screamed, I AM SO ANGRY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, AND YOU CANNOT TREAT ME LIKE THIS, and proceed to have a temper tantrum for hours (I just locked myself in a room and my dad dealt with 58, during which 58 apparently asserted that the ATMs wouldn't give him enough money and it was my fault, the Peruvians don't speak English and it was my fault, I quoted all prices in USD and Peruvian soles and so I was not honest, NP's phone died and it was my fault, and they got lost and it was my fault). Essentially, he and NP told me that my plans were disorganized compared to 58's package Italy tour, and that I was a terrible person (for your reference, 58's Italy trip cost him $6k, his Peru trip cost him less than $2.5k). What a way to pour my year's efforts for this trip down the drain!

I had had enough, and I decided to take my revenge. With about 8 days to go in the trip, I announced to them that I would no longer travel with them, and that aside from the things that were already booked and paid for, they were on their own. 58 and NP both got very upset, understandably so, and NP made things worse by telling me that I should grow a thicker skin and that I should take this as a learning experience since surely someone else will get mad at me again, and that I cannot burn bridges so quickly like this.

Well, 58 and NP are having a learning experience of their lifetime, being thrown into a country that they have no knowledge of (since they didn't do any research or trip planning on Peru) and neither of them speak any Spanish. NP, an avid Instagrammer who was making 20+ updates while being with me and my dad, hasn't Instagrammed anything since we split. They also missed sights in Cusco such as the Salineras salt mines, Moray, the sun Temple, etc. They're also missing out big time in Lima, but since we still have about 20 hours left here, I won't list our plans here in case they see this (oh, I hope they do!)

Tomorrow our flight leaves at 2:40am from Lima, and 58 and NP will have to make a fun choice; either stay in Lima until around midnight (nights in Lima aren't exactly safe, especially for non-street-savvy travel n00bs) or wait at the uncomfortable and not-so-clean Lima airport for 6-7 hours. In the meantime, my dad and I will be chilling at a VIP lounge, have some free drinks, and try to catch a few winks before boarding. 58 and NP will definitely not be my guests.

Also, in case you're wondering, although 58 is my dad's coworker, my parents are also completely behind me on this; dad is incredibly pissed at 58 and will distance himself as far from 58 as office politics will allow, and has already told 58 that he crossed a line that should never have been crossed; 58 and his girlfriend have been wanting to get closer to my parents for ages and go camping together and whatnot, but my mom has firmly stated that she will never see 58's face ever again.

TL;DR: travel companions who completely relied on my trip planning (and couldn't even follow instructions) made the mistake of screaming at me for their own faults. So I ditched them in a random country that they know nothing about, and took away extra privileges that come with traveling with me (help with language barrier, VIP lounge access etc). If you have more ways to get revenge, let me know.

(source) (story by binbinbin3)

[notimetoblog]

Not Happening (Pt.5)

Summary: An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand. 

A/N: I am so excited about this chapter! It was so hard to wait until today to actually share it with you guys! I really do hope you guys enjoy it. Its a longer chapter.. longest one I’ve written!!! Thanks so much for reading, as always. You guys are the best!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 /  MY STORIES 

“I think whosyourmate.com is onto something. Don’t you?”

This could not be happening.

Keeping up with the thoughts crossing your mind was impossible. You had not only discovered that a picture of you had been hung at a photo gallery, but you had also discovered that the photographer had been Bucky Barnes, a man you had surprisingly tolerated throughout the night. To make matters worse, he was aware of the match Craig and his stupid algorithm had mocked you with. Not only aware, though, he was agreeing with it?

You forced your eyes to peel away from the label hanging beside the photograph, willing them to look at Bucky who remained silent after his sudden declaration.

His face was almost smug, as if enjoying the fact that he had caught you off guard. You felt your gaze shift from confusion to anger. Was this just another of his ‘funny’ pranks?

“You knew,” you found yourself saying. You didn’t speak above a whisper, though, still dealing with the attention the people around you were giving as they realized you were the one in the picture.

“Course I knew,” Bucky whispered back, eyes also scanning the room mentally noting the people who were all failing miserably in their attempts to pretend not to be staring. “The app lets you know when it finds you a match.”

“You knew,” you repeated with a much harsher tone.

You felt as the blood rushed to your face, heating it up in the process. You weren’t sure if it was due to the sudden anger you were feeling or because of the sudden need to run and hide from all the attention. The space you were in, feeling more and more constricting. Between the photograph behind you, the people surrounding you, and Bucky standing in front of you, it was all too much.

“Yes,” Bucky confirmed yet again. “I knew.”

“Well, I’m glad you had fun tonight Bucky,” you snapped, “I’m glad I was able to provide you with a bit of entertainment. Now if you excuse me, I have to leave since I’m done being laughed at.”

You stepped around Bucky, rushing to get out of the gallery yet trying your best to not attract even more attention to yourself. Seemed like everybody in the gallery knew about your picture before you. As you made your way out of the spiral of photographs you caught a glimpse of Nat, Wanda, and Steve having a drink. The anger flaring up once more as you realized they had not even thought of giving you a heads-up. Nat and Wanda weren’t exactly some of your favorite people at the moment thanks to their constant nagging about the whole Bucky-match thing. Steve, though, you expected more from. You had at least expected a subtle heads-up.

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Bucky call out from behind you.

You were nearing the coatrack by the entrance and his voice had caught the attention of your group of so-called friends, who all turned to observe what was occurring between you and Bucky.

“Come on, don’t leave like this,” Bucky said as he stepped beside you. You rummaged through the coats hanging, unable to find your own.

“I’ll do whatever I want, Barnes,” you replied, somehow still not seeing your coat. There weren’t even that many on the rack, your anger just caused all of them to look the same.

“Its right here,” he said as he extended his arm towards you, his hand holding your coat.

You yanked it from his hands, quickly throwing it on. Nat and Wanda took this as their cue to approach you, seemingly ready to leave with you. Steve also approached you and Bucky, with a slower pace, though, falling behind the girls.

“Listen, I wasn’t laughing at you, so you can’t use that as an excuse to leave because it isn’t true.”

Hearing this, the approaching trio, slowly turned towards the direction they had come from, quickly concluding this was a conversation for just you and Bucky.

“You weren’t laughing?” you asked, eyes rolling as you scoffed. “Just randomly decided to throw up a picture of me at a gallery of your secret photographs, huh? And all of this after you embarrassed me as soon as I got here and threw in the punchline you were probably holding back all night about the match.”

You went to step around him again, but he took a step to the side essentially blocking your path out of this place.

“That wasn’t a punchline and no, that picture of you wasn’t random. And I’m sorry about that prank, it was stupid and immature.”

You just stared at him. How far was he willing to take this? You were already embarrassed he knew about the match and that everybody now seemed to know your picture was hanging in this gallery.

“You’re really something Bucky,” you said, not an ounce of anger leaving your tone of voice.

“Remember what I said when we started talking about the pictures?” he asked as he blocked your path again. “I said you’d have to listen a little for this to work.”

“Yeah, well I think I’ve listened enough,” you replied.

“You haven’t. You’re leaving as soon as the real conversation is beginning.”

“Well you chose not to say anything about what you knew all night. And for what purpose? To have fun!”

“You knew about the match too, sweetheart, and didn’t say a word either,” he retorted. “So, this isn’t all on me. And I already told you this wasn’t a joke or some elaborate prank.”

“I don’t care,” you said, frustration growing as he wouldn’t let you leave causing your argument to not be as strong as you’d hope.

“If you want to leave, fine leave, but I’m taking you home.”

“Not happening,” you simply said, unable to picture what a ride home with Bucky would look like.

“Yes, it is,” he replied confidently. “You couldn’t even find your coat among 5 other coats, not a chance you’ll find your place.”

You scoffed not understanding how one person could be so frustrating, annoying, and a pain. Maybe you should create a trophy for him that let him know just how much of a bother he was. You could have it engraved, “TO THE BIGGEST ASS”.  

“Excuse me?” Bucky suddenly yelled out for all his guests to hear.

Your mouth dropped as he called everybody’s attention to where you and he stood. You flashed your eyes to Nat and Wanda who shared a similar expression.

“I’d like to thank everyone of you for coming out tonight. I hope you all enjoyed the images. I have to leave now, but please enjoy the rest of the night. Place is ours for a bit,” he added with a smile. The guests clapped and those holding glasses raised them, most singing their praises to Bucky. Turning to you he quietly said, “Let’s go.”

“I’m not leaving,” you quickly responded.

“Well darling I already said goodnight so now we kind of have to leave,” he said, and you swore you could slap him.

“I’m not leaving with you,” you amended.

“Ok, then I’ll just announce I’m staying, give me a sec—”

“No!” you said, louder than you had intended. “No more stupid announcements.”

“Just let me take the time it takes to get to your place to explain. I promise I won’t take any longer.  You can say whatever you want after that. But I can’t let you go like this. Not after what I’ve learned tonight.”

Your eyebrows shot up at that last part. He had learned something?

You looked over to Nat and Wanda who were staring back trying to figure out whether you needed them or not.

Your mind replayed the words Wanda had uttered before you went on the ��tour’ with Bucky.

“Try to figure out what the system saw between both of you. Maybe you learn something new.”

Could you really trust this guy? He had been nothing but an ass the entire time you had known him, yet you had noticed he had kept that side of him hidden tonight. But tonight, had only been a few hours, surely that couldn’t make up for the years you had known him for.

And yet now he stood in front of you asking for a few more minutes. Not days, or weeks, or months. Just minutes. An amount of time you would usually think tolerable.

“If you really think I won’t change your mind, then why are you hesitating?” he asked. His words echoing the ones Nat had spoken to you a few hours ago. “You have to get home anyway so might as well prove me wrong while you’re at it.”

The challenge in his voice spurred something within you. He was right. You were confident in what you had seen. Knew that this was nothing more than a game to him, so if you could get the last laugh then you should take that opportunity.

“Fine,” you said.

The smile he gave was unlike any other smile he had flashed your way. There was no undertone of mischief within it.

You gazed once more towards Nat and Wanda who were still looking back at you. They took a few steps toward you before you began walking their way. Quickly explaining what was happening and letting them know you were ok, you said your goodbyes.

Once outside the gallery, Rick wished you both a goodnight, a surprised look on his face as he saw you walking beside Bucky.

“My bike is in the back,” Bucky leaned in to say and you felt your stomach drop. There was no way in hell you would be getting on a motorcycle with him. You could barely trust him while he stood next to you, that little trust would evaporate as soon as he got on that death-trap. You began to shake your head furiously when you heard him chuckle. “Kidding, I parked my car over on that street,” he said pointing you in the direction of his car.

You sighed deeply, not understanding how you had actually accepted to have him drive you home.

“So much for not being a jerk,” you said.

“It doesn’t hurt to laugh a little, you know,” he replied.

“I laugh at funny things. Usually ones that are not at my expense,” you responded seriously, both of you falling into step on your way to his car.

He sighed, “Ok, sorry. But laughing at yourself every once in a while, can be therapeutic. Can’t take yourself too seriously.”

“I laugh at myself all the time, Barnes.”

“Had me fooled.”

“Well you were absolutely right,” you began sarcastically. “I’m having a wonderful time proving you wrong.”

“Hey, don’t claim victory too soon. This is just beginning. Tell you what. Let’s ditch my car and instead walk to your place.”

“You mean extend the time I have to spend with you?” you scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Scared?”

You rolled your eyes. He was actually a child.

“Please, scared of what?”

“Falling in love with me,” he said with a smirk.

You threw your head back as you laughed, careful not to trip over anything as you kept walking. This man was the bane of your existence. He was not only a complete and total jerk, but also an egomaniac. Again, you cursed Craig’s name. No way he could be sitting at home happily with an amazing wife when his algorithm matched people like you and Bucky.

“Nice to hear you laugh for a change,” he chuckled. “Thought maybe you couldn’t.”

“The faster we get this over with, the better,” you said choosing to not even acknowledge his reply.

“Oh, come on!” he said. “We got a soulmate-level match. You’re not curious to figure out why? I mean I’m already putting together my own theories. Why are you so stubborn? 20 more minutes won’t kill you.”

“That site is a sham,” you replied. “That’s the only theory that’s accepted so there’s no need to waste more time.”

“You can be so infuriating, you know that?”

“Ditto.”

“I mean tonight wasn’t terrible. You can’t say you weren’t having a good time. Up until you freaked out on me, we were actually getting along. Doesn’t that say anything to you?”

“What exactly is it supposed to say?” you asked as you glanced around the street, noting the people casually walking by you. “Am I supposed to applaud you for being civil for once?”

“See, there you go again. Just infuriating. What tonight said to me was that maybe that site saw something we hadn’t even thought about.”

You looked to him. Why did everybody think this? How could anybody believe an algorithm could be wise enough to see something hidden behind layers of annoyance and hate.  

“Wanna know why your picture was hanging in the gallery tonight?” he interrupted your thoughts. You weighed his question, curiosity fighting its way to the top against your annoyance. You nodded, remembering you still had so many other questions. “I had another image up originally. A picture of that one corner in Grand Central Station where you can whisper at one end and a person on the other end can hear you crystal clear. I got a couple who was hanging out there to pose. The colors photographed incredibly well, and I was happy with the way the picture turned out. I had set up the whole thing. Yes, I set it up, even if you refuse to give me the credit,” he said causing you chuckle much to your surprise, “The whole thing was ready, so I was on my way to invite you guys when I saw you at the coffee place with the girls. Figured I could invite you there.”

“You didn’t invite me,” you replied, annoyance quickly flooding your senses again. “You invited Nat and Wanda.”

“I invited you,” he taunted. “You just got a special kind of invitation. One that stayed true to our style,” he winked.

Suddenly you wondered why he had decided to invite you the day of the gallery and hide the fact that he was the photographer. You were more than sure he must’ve worked on it for weeks, so why not share it with the cocky attitude he was infamous for?

“Why’d you wait till today to invite us and tell us it was your gallery?” you voiced your question.

“It’s fucking terrifying to put yourself out there like that. Those pictures all have a bit of me. Had to work myself up to tell you guys.”

“Steve knew?”

“Of course, he did,” he said as he tied to move a few of the stubborn strands of hair out of his face. “Told Sam and Tony before they left. They promised to stop by the gallery once they come back from LA.”

You understood what he meant. It couldn’t be easy to put up a gallery of your work and invite your friends.

You had seen him around with his camera a couple of times. The thought of him being serious about photography never crossed your mind. Seriousness and Bucky Barnes weren’t things that you paired up often. He usually brought this camera along when the group hung out. The shuttering sounds of him taking a picture usually interrupting casual conversations among friends. Pictures of you had found their way on his camera, simply because you were part of the group of friends he spent his time with. Your next question sprung up.

“When did you take that picture of me?”

“A few months ago,” he replied, his gaze softening as he remembered, hands shyly hiding in the pockets of his jacket. “Saw you sitting there alone one time. I was heading over to Steve’s place and thought about maybe talking to you for a bit. It had been a while since we’d talked and I kind of missed teasing you,” he laughed. “So, I walked up behind you and stopped when I saw how peaceful you looked. Felt bad about disturbing you, because believe it or not I can be nice, so I just picked up my camera and took a picture. The light reflecting off the droplets of dew on the flowers was too good to pass up.”

“You just had a camera at the ready, you creep?”

With a laugh he answered, “Just for you, doll.”

You scrunched up your nose at his response. Noticing how his laugh wasn’t as annoying as it had been a few minutes ago, caused a strange feeling in your stomach. Crossing the street, you thought of your next question.

“So, why’d you switch out the original image with mine?”

“I got the notification from the app,” he admitted. “You almost cost me my phone, you know. I almost dropped it in the gutter when I saw your name. iPhone X almost gone because of you.”

“I almost broke Wanda’s laptop,” you joked, giving a soft laugh as you rememebered this morning.

“I laughed a bit,” you quirked your eyebrow knowing there was bound to be more to his reaction. “Ok, I laughed a lot. The fucking irony of it all, you know. Who would even think to pair us up?”

“Craig,” you muttered under your breath with disdain.

“Who?”

You shook your head, instead encouraging him to continue.

“Then I clicked on your profile. Saw your likes and the way you described yourself. Couldn’t find a lie, by the way,” he commented with a smirk.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you remembered Wanda had described you as ‘sexy and well read’. You quickly averted your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you’d suddenly become. You chose to let your eyes fixate on your shoes as you walked.

“Got to the part where you listed your favorite place in the world. I mean out of all the places on this entire planet, you chose to write in your community garden! Who does that? Couldn’t believe it when I read it, but then that image of you I had taken flashed in my mind. Suddenly I understood why you had answered the way you did.”

He had spent the day wondering, like you, why a soulmate-level match had been made between you and him. He had noticed your profile was minutes-old, so he assumed you were already aware of the match as you were still probably online. Once realizing you would most likely not address it, he did all he could to get your photograph printed and hung before the guests arrived, trying to get the topic out in the open.

“I admit it. I haven’t been the nicest to you, but that match wouldn’t leave me alone! Why? I mean how? Thought I would do one nice thing to see what would happen,” he smiled, “turns out you just assumed I was setting you up.”

“I still do,” you said, waiting to see his reaction. To your amusement his eyes went large, jaw tensing, as he processed what you had said. “Kidding,” you added before he got a chance to respond. “But you can’t believe we could be more than what we are now,” you said. “I mean sure, maybe our friendship can improve, but whosyourmate.com is still wrong.”

“Shit, that actually hurt,” he said as he put a hand over his chest.

You stopped at a red light, scanning his features for confirmation of his reaction being a joke. To your surprise you found what you thought to be genuine hurt. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Bucky couldn’t really believe there was something romantic between the two of you, right? The change from a red to a green glow illuminating his features caused you to turn around and continue walking as the traffic light had granted you permission to cross the intersection.  

“Bucky,” you began quietly as you crossed the street. Afraid of saying the wrong thing. “You really do believe the match?”

“I — um— I mean,” he sighed grabbing your arm, stopping the both of you from continuing walking. You stopped in front of a closed coffee place, much to your misfortune. Had the place been open, maybe you could distract yourself a bit with the people inside. Now you were forced to look at Bucky. “I don’t know. But if it had been another guy, if you had gotten a soulmate-level match with somebody else, would you consider it?”

You thought about his question, remembering how you had at one point been excited to see who was out there. Ready to give it a try.

“I guess,” you admitted.

“You would’ve accepted a match with a complete and total stranger?”

“I mean, maybe. It’s what I signed up for, right? Meeting new people. Seeing who else was out there. Trying new things”

“Yes,” he said, voice becoming more confident as he continued. “But you got me instead. So why can’t you apply the same reasoning to me? Why can’t you see this as trying something new?”

Your stomach began doing what seemed to be somersaults. Why were his words affecting you so much? The only response his words would bring out of you were annoyed groans or a roll of your eyes.

“Why are you so accepting about it?” You chose to respond with a question, maybe buying you a few minutes to sort out what you were feeling.

“Because what if it’s right! I’ve been on that site for almost two years and you know how many soulmate-level matches I’ve gotten?” He continued as you shook your head. “Just one; you. And maybe it’s a sham, just a glitch, a coincidence, or whatever you choose to call it, but I can’t stop thinking about what if it’s right. What if you’ve been standing in front of me all this time and I did nothing about it because I chose to ignore a soulmate fucking level match. Because the sham system, as you’re calling it, somehow picked the one girl I already know and decided to match her with me. Because I saw how you were drawn to my photographs, the same ones I just told you all have a piece of me. Because as you were trying to leave I couldn’t even think about letting you go so I left the fucking opening of my gallery. Because I’ve been an asshole every time I’ve interacted with you, yet I laugh at every time you call me out on my bullshit. Because maybe I’ve been immature and have decided to mask something else with a jerk attitude without even knowing I’m doing it. I’m accepting it because I KNOW I wouldn’t be thinking so much about this match if it hadn’t been with you!”

You blinked a couple of times. His words ringing in your ear as you looked at him. The strands of hair framing his face, had multiplied even after his attempts to tame them. A look of determination on his face made his barely illuminated eyes somehow radiate in the darkness.

“Bucky,” you started again immediately stopping, unable to form any more words.

“I know I’ve been a jerk,” he interrupted. “I know I haven’t been the nicest. And tonight, I thought it would be best to start it off as I would normally greet you. A bit of teasing to not let you in on the fact that I knew. I didn’t want to scare you away before you even got to see the picture. And then you just gave me the perfect way to try it out. Basically, dropped the opportunity to spend the night with you and test this out, right onto my lap. I’m not asking you to marry me Y/N. Just help me out here and consider it. I can’t get it out of my head, doll. Can’t seem to shake the feeling I get when I think about getting that notification. What if it’s right?”

“What if it’s not?”

“Then it’s not. Then we move on, knowing that we did what we could. That we at least gave it a shot.”

“Gave us a shot?” You whispered, the thought still a bit uncomfortable.  “I hated you a few hours ago.”

“I don’t think you hated me. You were annoyed with me, definitely, but you didn’t hate me. You came to the gallery, didn’t you? Chose to spend the night with me?”

“To shut up Nat and Wanda!” You said, surprised by how not totally accurate that felt. “They kept saying that I should figure out why we had matched.”

“Can I tell you what I learned today?”

You nodded shyly, nervous about what he was going to say.

“Your favorite place in the world is a tiny patch of flowers that everybody overlooks. A place that is probably only a favorite place to you because you see the beauty of it even when others can’t. Because you can sit on that bench and forget about everything. Didn’t even hear my camera when I took your picture. My entire collection of photographs was full of places often overlooked. Places that hold beauty most people ignore. We see things others don’t, doll. See places that are ignored and choose to spend time in them. Choose to make them our favorite places. I didn’t know that this morning. Didn’t know it until I clicked your profile on that site. I learned something new. Learned that I share something with you. Something that is special to both of us. I feel like there’s something here I hadn’t realized until I got that notification from that app. Maybe we are something we’ve overlooked. Maybe we are another patch of flowers we can both admire. Maybe we’re the something beautiful many, including us, have ignored.”

You stared at him unable to form a worthy response. He was making sense, much to your surprise. Why were you fighting this so viciously? What if you gave it a shot? What if he was right?

“Consider it?” He asked, eyes soft and hopeful.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart and calm your mind. Trying to understand everything going on.

Timidly you nodded your head hoping you weren’t making a huge mistake. Hoping he wouldn’t laugh and call it all a prank. Hoping you were trusting the right person.

A warm smile spread on his lips. He got closer to you whispering, “Thank you.”

“Where’s your car?” You asked, suddenly realizing so much had happened, and you were still not at his car.

It was his turn to laugh. He closed his eyes and doubled over, peals of laughter springing from his lips.

“About 6 blocks behind us. We’re almost halfway to your place.”

That jerk!! He had tricked and distracted you into actually waking home with him!

“Needed to have this talk, doll,” he said with a smile, already knowing you would give him a hard time for not driving you home. “Couldn’t have it in a car.”

And although you knew you would usually be upset, you couldn’t help but smile with him. His smile wasn’t teasing, wasn’t spreading on his lips because he had done something bad, something to embarrass you. It was genuine, warm, and inviting. Thinking about it made you appreciate the way it caused the corner of his eyes to crinkle. Appreciate the way he was directing it your way. Finally letting you see how you might’ve actually been missing out on the beauty of it all this time. Letting you more confidently decide it was worth it to at least give it a shot.

PART 6

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[curestardust]

if you want: mediocre idol anime with a lot of missed potential

It had a promising start and a letdown of an execution.

The first episode is actually quite interesting. We’ve an idol group called “Ongaku Shoujo” aka Music Girls who’re quite unpopular. At one of their busking events in the airport, our main character Hanako runs into them. She is the daughter of two musicians who’re there for their Japan tour. After the girls do their performance they find out that Hanako has an extraordinary ability of learning dances just by seeing them once. However, when she gets on stage it turns out that she is absolutely shit at singing.

So you’re probably thinking: aaahhh, so she will join the group and work hard to improve her singing and then they get popular in the process? Well, no. Hanako is immediately shafted into a staff position and...that’s it. So what IS it about then? 

The group getting popular. Obsviously, this is an often used schtick in idol anime but the way they went about it was horrible, you know why? Cause WE DON’T SEE IT!

Ongaku Shoujo has 11 members and this anime has 12 episodes. Each episode advances the “plot” a tiny, tiny bit while it also puts one or two of the members in the spotlight. This formula is fine. I can at the very least list one personality trait of each girl even if I don’t remember their name. 

Back to the plot, we’re barely shown them getting popular. It’s obvious from the fact that they’re invited to shows ans given CF opportunities but besides a few moments it really doesn’t come off as them being a “popular”.

Even worse is the second main character of the anime, Ouri who is the leader and the center for the group. She has an incredibly annoying personality. Has a really short fuse, likes to shout at people and act on impulse and doesn’t discuss her problems with her members. 

Aaaand the finale episode. Without spoilers: the biggest bullshit of a deux ex machina I’ve ever seen.

Technical side isn’t even worth talking about. Average to laughable art and animation and mediocre music, of which there’s few anyway. 

So, yeah. The majority of the cast is kinda lovable but it’s really just. Lame. Not worth watching if you have any standards whatsoever. [4/10] (x)

BONUS: Ongaku Shoujo’s “origin” is worth a few words. A 25 minute long OVA by the same name aired at the Anime Mirai in 2015. And it’s pretty good! The animation is fluid and the artstyle is soft and nice to look at. They manage to fit all the highs and lows of the story, which IS a quite typical idol anime themed but it’s not too jarring. I honestly thought that the TV version was going to rework the story we saw here but unfortunately besides 2 of the characters resembling and having the same names as the 2 protagonists of the OVA, there is no further connection between the two. But if you want something short and sweet idol stuff, I’d recommend. [7/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

if you want: family movie / interesting take on the flow of time

Mirai no Mirai is a movie with an interesting basis. 

Our main characters are a family, the Ootas. At the start of the movie we find out that the mother has given birth to their second child, Mirai. We mostly follow around their first child, Kun.

The movie presents an idea: what if time was not linear but fluid where characters from other times could visit you and you could visit them? We’re shown this idea through Kun. He is goes through the many problems a boy his age would go through. Jealousy because of his new sister, the frustration of not being pampered 24/7, trying to learn new skills for the first time etc. Each time he dashes out into the yard out of impulse where the tree would light up and throw us into the fantasy side of the story. The first few times he meets the personified version of the family dog and her sister from the future but as the movie goes on these time jumps become more extreme. Kun meets multiple of his relatives in numerous points of their lives where he learns something related to the problems he is facing...or he is supposed to.

The idea of the movie is fascinating and was the reason I decided to watch it, but multiple problems plague Mirai no Mirai which can drastically take away from the enjoyment of the movie. 

The most drastic one is Kun’s personality. Making an impulsive, loud, rebellious and rude 5 year old boy the main character of the movie was a questionable desicion. However, this wouldn’t have been as annoying if he showed improvement. Each time he comes back from the other world the tree took him to, he seems like he learnt a lesson. But when we cut into the next scene that’s all gone and he is acting as annoying as ever. It doesn’t really show that his meetings with his other relatives left any long-lasting impression on him.

The others are more technical. Many of the voice actors are rookies and it shows, especially on Kun which is another questionable decision, considering that we have to listen to him throughout the whole movie. 

The animation and the art direction are both quite well done, with the background being expecially gorgeous. However, they used CGI with certain scenes and it’s quite obvious due to the different movements of those scenes. When used sparingly, they were fine, but there was a scene near the end with a HEAVY use of quite ugly CGI that didn’t really fit the tone or the look of the movie and it was...weird.

I’m pretty sure that I’m simply not the target demographic for this movie. People who could relate to the struggles of the parents trying to balance work and kids while also being able to find Kun and Mirai’s constant whining adoring would most likely enjoy this more. [6/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

if you want:an amazing magical girl anime / one (1) actual healthy romance / nice cast of main characters

Haying reached another milestone, I yet again decided to rewatch one of my childhood favourites and this time I settled on Tokyo Mew Mew.

TMM, Mew Mew Power in English and Vadmacska Kommandó (Wildcat Commando) as I personally knew it, still holds up surprisingly well.

Having aired in 2003, Tokyo Mew Mew sticks to the magical girl themes mostly present at the time which is the story putting just as much emphasis on the romance as the magical girl aspects. The latter of which uses formulas that are still in use today: monster-of-the-week, colour coded characters, the Big Bad etc.

While we have 5 Mew Mews in the team but Ichigo, our leader and pink magical girl, gets the most airtime our of all of them. The other girls get a few episodes mostly focused on them here and there but it’ll be kinda a letdown for those who’re HUGE fans of one of the other Mew Mews.

Which is why it’d be quite a big problem if Ichigo was insufferable but she isn’t! She does have the usual tropes: ditzy, noisy and all-over-the-place. However, she is also loyal, kind, hardworking and strong. 

Now I’d like to say a few things about the romance. It’s incredibly rare to get that right in magical girl anime. Almost every relationship I’ve seen was unhealthy or annoying. But not here, oh no! In the very first episode we find out that Ichigo has landed a date with the school’s most popular guy, Aoyama. This makes it so that we don’t have to suffer through the “will they, won’t they” and we arrive when their relationship begins to take root. They go through highs and lows but they support each other all the way and I just love them.

But as good as the Aoyama romance is, the others are....not so much. As usual the romances center around our main character, aka Ichigo. The 2 culprits are Ryou and Quiche. Ryou is the brain behind the Mew Mew Project so he’s sort of like Ichigo’s boss. He doesn’t outright pursue her nor seems too interested in her however he has a bad tendency of kissing Ichigo a few times and NO. I very much didn’t like that. However, while he kinda exists the picture toward the end we have the rapey romance aka Quiche. He is an alien aka the enemy. He become infatuated with Ichigo for seemingly no particular reason and is just generally uhhhh...rapey. Unfortunately, his character doesn’t really go through much of a development which is a shame.

Anyway, before I finish, let me bring up the transformations. U G H. Yes they are much more simple than the ones today but I’m still in love with them. My favourite was Minto’s. The fluidity of her movements, the angles used, the material of her clothes and the pure creativity....they’re just gorgeous.

So, my true score of this is a 9/10 but my nostalgia would kill me if I gave this anything other than a perfect score so there’s that, If you’re a magical girl fan, Tokyo Mew Mew is a MUST! [10/10] (x)

Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents

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WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT (PART 6)

CHADWICK BOSEMAN X READER

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

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"Anything else Miss?"

"No, thank you so much, I’m good"

"Do I mark your order at your room?"

"Of course, thank you"

The waiter supports your order on the table and after greeting you with an unusual Greek accent, he leaves you alone in your contemplation. Lying belly up on the beach chair, facing the sea following the right angle of the sun, you continue to stare at the screen of your phone.

You knew he was going to write, you knew that the picture returned to its place meant something and after all, maybe you knew it wasn’t him who blocked you.

- "I apologize, I ruined everything this time, I lost you again and it’s my fault now… Always yours - Chad”

You keep re-reading his text to which you haven’t answered yet and you don’t even know if you'll answer. Surely he’s noticed you’ve read it and may be he’s waiting for an answer, or maybe not.

"Always yours ... always yours ..."

This whole story seems like a never-ending misunderstanding, there’s not a thing going into place, there’s nothing seems to be clear, nothing right. Everything seems fighting the current and seems to say "It's not your time” It's all a series of misunderstood events just because one of you thinks something that is not what the other thinks or that corresponds to the truth.

Will this ever end?

But mostly ... do you still want all this?

What do you want?

Do you want to clear up again or leave everything the way it is and try to forget?

It’s the fifth time today you find yourself asking the same questions and the same reasoning, you’ve also opened your agenda and while sunbathing lying on the beach, you wrote a list of pros and cons, and another list about what it could happen or not, if you respond to that message or not. You know these are thoughts left to the wind, but writing these lists gives you security. As if you had your life in your hand a little more.

But everywhere on your lists, when you asked: Do u miss him? Would you like to have him with u right now? Would you like to talk to him? The answer is always YES.

If it weren’t this mess of feelings holding you tied to him so much, you wouldn't think twice, you'd already forget him. If only you wouldn't have met him at the club that night in February, most likely you would now be really with someone else. But unfortunately it’s not like that.

Maybe Chad was right when he naively told you on the phone, "If only I hadn’t seen you the other night, maybe it was better for both of us”.

But neither of both of you really believes at this mental process.

Everything around you is wonderful, 12 days have already passed since you arrived in Greece, now you’re in Mikonos, which is really beautiful, another wonderful island with a thousand things to see, crystal clear sea to die for, colors that envy the most famous abstract painter.

Gorgeous people, fantastic food. Your skin is darker, caramelized, more tanned, smoother and softer, the dark circles under your eyes are finally gone and you're definitely more relaxed. You made a lot of friends, meet a lot of people, you had fun, you ate, drank, meditated, but tomorrow it's time to leave again, in fact you're packing for the third time.

Your itinerary includes departure tomorrow from Athens in the direction of Malé-Maldives, almost 11 hours of flight with only a change. But you're sure it’ll be worth it, you can’t wait, you're very thrilled and your stay will definitely be longer. Heaven awaits you.

You haven’t answered to Boseman's message yet and curiosity is eating you alive. As a diary you keep posting beautiful pictures of your trip on your whatsapp story, where you noticed he punctually checks and displays, but obviously he doesn’t dares to write you. You took it as a regular appointment: you post your picture and he checks where you are. You know he's waiting for your answer.

DOHA - QATAR Hamad International Airport

Your change lasts just over an hour and you take the opportunity to make a little tour of the airport, you turn on your phone and tell Mom and Aisha that everything goes according to your plans, you landed halfway through your journey and everything is more than fine.

Aisha is the first to answer you, she has been with you for all your stay in Greece, even if only virtually and from a distance. She’s like a sister with whom you always share everything, but you don’t know why you omitted Chadwick's message and all your fucking thoughts, you kept all for you ...

Maybe because you know she’s a little bit biased, maybe a little bit pushy in some situations and of course with her temperament she would have prompted you to respond immediately. You understand you need your time and you have to follow what your instinct tells you.

You’re sitting at the gate with your book on your legs, open for too long on the same page. You’re waiting anxiously to embark and finally fly to your destination, when you suddenly grab your phone and reply to that message with no hesitation.

- “Do not ask me why I didn’t answer until now. Do not ask me thousand questions. Perhaps I knew that it wasn’t you who blocked me, but I don’t know what to do with your apologies now… This whole story is a huge misunderstanding, maybe you're right, it's not our time yet. I hope however your vacation in Jamaica was amazing …”

Ooooooh yes, because you follow his instagram profile, but also the tag #ChadwickBoseman and you saw some pictures of his holiday last month …

You wrote that text without thinking a lot, you wrote what your mind and heart was suggesting at that moment, maybe a little bit too challenging in two points, but you don’t care, because what you want is perhaps start a conversation, and see his reactions. You want to capture information and satisfy the curiosity you've had for two weeks straight.

You know that, sooner or later, you would have replied to that message, you can’t let things end once again with a misunderstanding and then … you tremendously want to hear him.

It can sound very stupid, naive and surely now you look like a confused woman who isn’t strong enough and doesn’t know what she wants. But you actually know what you want, you know what and who you want in your life since that February night, maybe you're just too coward to admit it. After all you’re human and human beings are very imperfect, too complicated.

But you can admit one thing, however, what they’ve told you until now is true, "you don’t look like yourself, I've never seen you like this before ..." it's true, it’s damn true, you know it's not you and you have to fix this situation in some way to finally get back to yourself. With or without him in your life, but still yourself. This story has been too buried deep in your heart and soul, somehow you have to fix it.

Actually, it could have already been resolved in February, when he left your house, but unconsciously you both knew it wasn’t the way you wanted your story to be solved. Then if we also want to talk about the messages and the sexy phone call  ... A very big mess.

It's time to embark, but Chad hasn’t viewed the message yet and hasn’t replied. With the hope that that bitch doesn’t block you again and with the hope that maybe she’s not even with him anymore. You turn off your phone … another six hours of flight await you.

“Welcome to Paradise” was the wording written on the brochure the travel agency had issued to you after your booking for the resort in the Maldives and it can’t be more correct than that. It’s really a paradise. It’s evening and you’ve just arrived in your “room”, if you can call it that, it’s practically a duplex apartment with swimming pool and with direct access to the beautiful beach. It’s about 10 minutes you’re walking back and forth gaping, dragging your bag behind you, to see if it's all a dream or a really existing place.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ ... Your phone is buzzing in the pocket of your shorts, your telephone operator has synchronized and  also your messages and missed calls too.

"Are you sure you want to wait for Bora Bora?"

You don’t even check all the incoming messages and you write quickly to Aisha, who answers you immediately since the time zone is not so much, only 4 hours.

“Damn Girl! I’M COMING! ... Indeed, no, I forgot that I AM AT WORK ... "

You burst out laughing when she sends you a picture of a stuck of files you immediately recognize.

"How was your trip sis? Everything good?"

After a brief exchange of messages with your best friend, and after having also reassured your family that everything is ok and you’re safe, you check the rest of the incoming messages and ... here they are, his answers. You get anxious even before you read them. You feel your heart in your throat, you have a strange fear and you don’t know why, and you haven’t read anything yet!!

You sit on the sand, in front of the umpteenth lonely sunset of your journey, sink your feet into the warm, fine white sand and read.

- "I won’t ask you a thousand questions, you have every right to be upset and take your time to answer me, if you want. Thank you for doing it, I was afraid of losing you and you would never answer. I can’t even tell you what to do with my apologies, I only hope you will accept them again trying to understand this fucking mad situation"

- "I have no idea where you are now, it's been a while since you're online, I hope you're fine. I'd like to hear you, to hear your voice”

- "I'm trying to fix my life, take some wise decisions, I took a break from everything. I finished the press tour and several work commitments, I don’t want to hear about anything for some time, I really need to rest and clarify some things"

- "And anyway my vacation in Jamaica was a complete shit"

- “On the other hand your holiday seems like a dream ... I'm just wondering who you're sharing with, but I'm also afraid to want to know it"

After having finished reading his texts sent a few minutes away from each other, your anxiety disappears and read the last messages with a slight smile, especially when he tells you his vacation was a complete shit …

He’s online.

With no hesitation you take a picture of the stunning landscape in front of you and send it to him

-“Yes, my holiday is really a dream”

Immediately Chadwick displays your message and it's like you can hear him smiling telling you’re a bitch.

- "Lucky the one who can see that wonder with you"

You don’t know what to answer, it's obvious that he thinks you're with someone or, better, it's obvious that he wants you to confirm you're not with a man. You know him, he's smart and he certainly knows how to do his turns of words to get the information he wants.

- "I've missed you, I don’t know where to begin to apologize, I don’t want to be too much talkative and then say something stupid" he writes you

- "Maybe you can start by telling me about the invasion of privacy …”

- "Let's start by telling you that after discovering the invasion of privacy I feel better, I'm alone, but free"

- "I read that you're trying to fix some things and make decisions"

- "In fact, I took one and I think it's the right one. She had crossed every limit in every aspect of our relationship, but blocking you taking my phone secretly, was the last straw. I flipped out when I discovered it. I was convinced you had disappeared again ... forgive me, again if you can.”

- "I'm not going to be here talking about your girlfriend Chadwick, really"

- "Ex Girlfriend …"

He will also be good at talking, but you’re also good when you want immediate confirmation.

- "Can we start all over again? Without equivocal, without misunderstandings, can we pretend that the last thing that happened is that phone call that I still dream at night?"

You sigh to that message, you decide to follow your instinct and the desire you have of him, not only the physical desire, but the desire to get him back in your life, in whatever way it is.

- “Of course we can, but I don’t want to hurt Chad"

- "And I don’t want to do it"

- "Ok ..."

- "Where are you now? The place looks breathtaking, seems you’re on a long journey”

- "Maldives"

- “... of course your holiday is a marvel. Do you stop a lot?"

- “My boss has forced me to two months of holidays, so I'll stay here about 3 weeks"

- "Forced holidays ... Is that what they’re calling? You’re doing right by the way"

- "I swear, I was skeptical at first. Only at the beginning, now I get off on it, actually, let’s be honest”

Silence for a few minutes, in the meantime you re-enter your bungalow.

- "Since you said we can start again from that night … we can tell you’re not on holiday with your new boyfriend …”

- "And you deduce it from what? I said we can resume from that phone call, but I didn't specify how ... "

You think you blew him away with your answer, but you really didn’t want to be bitchy, apart from his "ok" he didn’t write anything to you and you didn’t write him for a whole day, that compared to his 5 months, it's nothing.

Although you want him to die for that if he asked you, you would leave tomorrow to see him, you're still a bit proud and then you stay in your silence.

02.40 A.M Two days after your arrival

- “Just for the record, I'm on holiday alone, completely alone. No friend, no sister, no boyfriend no man or men”

You totally drank too muck at the beach party, you were at the bar talking with two girls you met at the resort, they’re American just like you, and you let yourself go.

You danced, you drank (a lot) and you had a lot of fun. So now that you’re writing to him you’re not very present with your mind, in fact, you’re very tipsy. And you know that when you're feeling like that, you can say things you know you could regret.

- "Well ... and to what do I owe the pleasure of this confession?" His answer is not long in coming.

- "Nothing, it's just the information you wanted. By the way, another good information for you, I’m half naked in the pool under the stars"

- “Y/N … baby … come on, seriously?” He writes to you laughing

- "I'm veeeeery serious”

- “I'd pay gold to see you now" Of course he didn’t understand you're drunk, he has no clue.

You take a selfie a little naughty and you send it with no hesitation.

- "Jesus Christ Y/N"

- “Do you want me maybe?"

He doesn’t answer immediately, he doesn’t understand your sudden shamelessness, but he doesn’t complain. He’s a man after all. A man still very interested in you.

- "Yes, I want you, I would like to have you now"

- "And then join me, come and get me”

You laugh placing you phone on the edge of the pool forgetting it completely. With the last remaining strength you have and laughing like a fool, drunk like you don't remember ever being, you get out of the water, dry yourself and throw yourself in bed, knowing that tomorrow morning you’ll have an huge headache.

2 DAYS AFTER 7.15 P.M Local time

"It was more than beautiful, to be redone, surely" You say goodbye to the group of friends coming down the off-road

"See you Y/N, we'll see you around. Next time we take you to see the sharks” One of the instructors tells you

"No thanks, I willingly pass"

"If you don’t have any other programs, see you for dinner later?" Leslie says, one of the girls known at the Resort

"Absolutely, I'm going to take a shower and change, see you at dinner"

Before going to your place, you greet the group of guys with whom you went for an excursion. You had never snorkeled before, it was a spectacular experience.

By now you’ve met many people, the resort is not really big, and so you made friends at least with everyone. You’re a person who may seem shy at first, but only because you’re used to studying people around you, then you melt and you’re very very company.

Coming back inside the Resort and passing through the reception, you notice a unusual crowding. People whispering, excited girls hugging themselves "was he really?" "YEAH, I can’t believe it, he’s so beautiful"

You don’t understand, so you approach the reception, greetings and curiously asking what is going on

"Good evening Miss, how was the excursion?" One of the boys on duty at the reception asks you.

“Amazing! Thank you very much for the advice, I will definitely do it again. Wonderful. But what’s happening? There’s a big crowd outside"

"Actually, something a little unexpected, this afternoon that actor who was in that good movie arrived ... Mrs Padma what's the name of that film your daughter watches twice a day?"

"What movie? Oh hello Miss Y/N!” She greets you very gently.

"That movie she also saw last night for the umpteenth time"

"Black Panther"

All the tools, flippers, mask, bag, sunglasses fall off your hands.

"Sorry? Who ... who arrived?” You ask the guy, you're stuttering.

"ooooh you like that actor too? How to blame you honey, but I never remember what his name is” The owner Mrs Padma says turning to you with a sympathetic, almost maternal smile.

"Boseman?? Chadwick Boseman"

"Yes, HIM!! Sorry but I'm a disaster with names”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, you start to sweat even though the air conditioning comes out frozen. Your hands and legs are shaking.

You haven’t heard about him for three days, you've spent your days avoiding being constantly on the phone with him and now the kind lady is telling you that Chadwick is there somewhere in the Resort.

“Y/N? Y/N? You’re all right dear? You must like this actor so much darling, if you want I can tell you where he is now“ she says smiling

"No ... I don’t know if I want to"

"Come on, he's somewhere signing some autographs. He asked for some privacy and of course those who don’t stay here can not enter. This explains people outside "

You nod as you somehow try to fix what fell out of your bag.

"Mrs Padma, can I ask you something? Don’t take me for a crazy"

"Sure darling, tell me”

"Did he make a reservation or is he just passing through?"

She smiles at you, as if somehow she understood ...

"I couldn’t give this information ... but ... he said he was looking for a person, and maybe he would stop. He didn’t add anything else, he was very nice and kind” she says whispering, leaning to you over the reception desk. "The couple who were with him instead booked the last remaining bungalow for a few days" she adds.

"Thank you"

“Well, if you're interested … he’s over there”

You don’t know if you want to go where he’s now or go to your place and wait, maybe writing him a message. You move away from the reception, your head is exploding and instinctively you direct towards his direction, then suddenly you change, exit and head towards your accommodation.

You throw everything on the bed, you quickly undress and throw yourself in the shower. You can not explain your fears and the feelings you’ve got right now. Mixed anxiety anger, happiness and desire to see him mixed with fear.

You should be glad that he’s reached you, that he’s a few steps away from you and instead you feel awkward.

Why did he come here? How did he know where you were? Who told him to join you?

And you remember the other night when you wrote him and you were drunk.

You told him to come and get you.

And so he did.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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Starstruck [chapter 1]

nonidol!SF9 AU Taeyang x famous!reader [she/her pronouns used for reader] sometimes you fall for someone you know you’ll never meet but what would happen if you did meet them? [fluff, conflict, slight angst] word count: 2512

a/n: I’m so excited to be posting this! It’s been a long time since I first started writing this fic, and it has a very dear place in my heart. This is my first time posting a multi chapter fic, so it’ll be interesting to see how that works out! At this point, I’m planning a chapter a week. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it!

Shout out to @goodmorningawfulbye for reading over all the chapters of this fic and giving me feedback, I really appreciate it!

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Taeyang sighed as he stared at his phone. He rolled from his back onto his side and sighed again before muttering to himself, “Sometimes you fall for someone you know you’ll never meet.” He knew he was being overly dramatic but he couldn’t help it. It didn’t seem fair to him that someone so wonderful lived so far away.

Sprawled across a couch, Taeyang was looking at a photo of his favorite singer, who lived in a country far from his, who had never toured in anywhere close to him, and who he would most likely never even see in person. Despite this, he couldn’t help but wish he could meet her. She was so talented, and she had such a pretty smile. She made him happy in a way he couldn’t explain, and he loved everything he knew about her.

“Are you staring at photos of Y/N again?” teased Jaeyoon, one of his roommates, as he came up behind the couch Taeyang was currently sprawled on.

“Yup,” Taeyang rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in Jaeyoon’s voice. He had been teased about looking at photos of Y/N many times before, and he was pretty much used to it at this point. As Taeyang looked back to his phone, more of his roommates came into the common area where he was sitting.

As soon as all of them were sitting down, and Taeyang was sitting up, making room for some of his roommates on the couch he had been occupying, Jaeyoon spoke up. “We are gathered here today to discuss Taeyang and his obsession with the celebrity known as Y/N. Yes, this is an intervention”

“No, that’s tomorrow, remember?” Corrected Dawon, a wide smile on his face.

Taeyang groaned and put his head in his hands. Knowing them, it was possible they were serious. Hopefully they weren’t, but sometimes it was hard to tell.

“Oh, yeah. So why are we here today?” Jaeyoon asked, as he turned his attention away from the groaning Taeyang to Youngbin, the leader of the group of roommates.

Youngbin started talking, discussing the issues and events that had occurred since the last all roommate meeting, including the alarming increase in people being woken up by late night singing in the shower, and then going over the chores for the week.

Once the meeting was over, the roommates all headed their separate ways, and Taeyang resumed his sprawl on the couch. Even if no names were mentioned, and even if most of the roommates didn’t know who Youngbin’s comments had been directed at, he still felt bad about the whole late night singing thing, as he knew himself to be one of the main culprits.

He just couldn’t help it, it was so easy to just start singing Y/N songs, and he sang them, or at least hummed them throughout his days. There was just something so wonderful about her music that it seemed to follow him everywhere, and if he wasn’t currently focusing on something, he probably had a Y/N song playing in the background of his mind.

As he sat there, Taeyang went over his plans for the week. He had been debating whether or not he wanted to visit his favorite cafe. It took him some time to get there, so he didn’t go there as often as he might otherwise, but he enjoyed the peace and quiet it gave him.

For the most part he enjoyed having his roommates coming and going and being around, but sometimes he wanted the calm and relaxing atmosphere he found at the cafe. He enjoyed having an occasional moment to himself, and the cafe was a good place to find one of those moments. After some time thinking about it, he decided that he would go later that week.

The day that Taeyang had decided to go to the cafe came, and he made his way there carrying one of his favorite books. As he settled into his favorite chair, his book placed on the table in front of him, Taeyang glanced around the cafe, and in the process almost had a heart attack.

There, on the other side of the cafe, sitting at a table with another girl, was someone who looked startlingly similar to Y/N. Just as his breath was stabilizing, she looked right at him. Their eyes locked. She smiled at him, and Taeyang felt his breathing stop as his brain ceased to function. Wow. He had been killed by one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen.

Taeyang ducked his head down as fast as he possibly could, thankful for the partition near where he was sitting. That girl. From the quick glimpse he had gotten, she looked incredibly similar to Y/N. How was it possible that there was a girl here in Korea who looked exactly the same as his celebrity crush? And how was it possible that she smiled at him?

As Taeyang sat there with his hands clenching the table in front of him and his head practically between his legs, he felt his face heating up. She. Had. Smiled. At. Him. His brain stopped working for a moment as it tried to process this information, the smile replaying in his head as he felt his face get warmer and warmer.

His brain suddenly started up again, only to cause him to freak out more as another thought occurred to him. What if it wasn’t just a girl that looked like Y/N but was in fact her? In this cafe. The amazing singer he had thought he would never even get to see in concert, in his favorite cafe, having smiled directly at him. Her smile always was one of his favorite things about her, and he felt that even more strongly now. He wasn’t sure which possibility seemed less likely, there being a girl who looked like Y/N, or Y/N being right here in the same cafe as him.

He slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction he had seen her. He was both hoping he would make eye contact with her again and wishing he wouldn’t. From what he could see, she seemed to be busy talking to her friend, so Taeyang was safe from being killed by her smile again. For now.

Since she wasn’t looking in his direction, he decided it would be okay to take a moment to decide if she really did look exactly like Y/N, so he could contemplate the possibility of it actually being her. As he studied her, he came to the conclusion that this girl did indeed look exactly like Y/N.

He had already witnessed how beautiful her smile was, her hair was the same beautiful color as that of Y/N, and her side profile was identical to Y/N’s. She laughed, and as the sound reached his ears he knew this had to be Y/N. There were too many features of this girl that were exactly the same as Y/N’s for it not to be her.

Feeling that if he stared anymore she might notice, he looked away. He pulled out his phone, but unfortunately his attempts to distract himself only lead to more thoughts of Y/N. Taeyang had so many thoughts running around in his brain that he found it difficult to focus on anything. He still couldn’t quite believe that it really was her, but at the same time how could it not be her? Unless she had a twin. But Y/N had never mentioned having an identical twin in an interview, and she was pretty open about her family.

Pausing from his thoughts for a moment, and without entirely intending to, Taeyang looked in the direction of Y/N again, and found himself staring right into her eyes. She smiled and waved at him from her corner of the cafe. And Taeyang was no more.

Not only had she smiled again, but she had waved this time as well, all while looking straight at him. As Taeyang face started turning red his brain attempted to recover enough for him to respond like a normal human he realized that she was no longer looking at him but was talking to her friend again. Had he smiled back? He wasn’t sure if had but he really hoped so.

Taeyang put his phone away and rested his head in his hands. He sighed. He had never realized seeing his celebrity crush in person would be such a mentally draining and possibly life-threatening experience. He sat there, trying to recover, and by the time he looked up again, peeking over the partition near where he was sitting, she was gone.

This caused even more turmoil for Taeyang, as he felt sad he could no longer see Y/N, and yet he felt relief. He had not expected to see her, and had been so totally unprepared that it seemed to him that his brain had been swept up into a mental typhoon of panic and amazement.

He sighed again, and started to wonder. Would he ever see her again? He had no idea if he would, but some part of him held onto the hope that she might come here again. Even if he never saw her again, Taeyang was thankful that he had gotten to see Y/N, something he never thought would be possible. He grinned, which had the effect of making his face seem much brighter than it had before, as he replayed the moments in his head again. Y/N had smiled at him. Twice. And she had waved at him. This cafe, already his favorite, would now forever hold an extra special place in his heart.

Once he had calmed down from the experience, Taeyang realized that he had until completely forgotten the whole reason he had come to the cafe. He looked at his book, which had been lying on the table this whole time. He considered staying at the cafe to try and get some reading done, but decided that after the excitement of the day, it would be better for him to head home.

And so Taeyang made his way home, his face lit up with a soft smile the entire time. As he entered the apartment he shared with his roommates, one of them passed by the entry way, and seeing Taeyang he stopped.

“Oh, Taeyang, you’re back already? I thought you’d be gone for longer.” Zuho gave Taeyang a questioning look as he studied the younger man’s face.

“I was planning on staying there for a while, but then, well, you’re not going to believe this, but Y/N was at the cafe! And she looked at me. And she smiled at me. And she waved. It was a magical experience, one I will never forget.” As Taeyang was saying this, his smile got bigger and brighter as he remembered Y/N’s smile.

The look on Zuho’s face changing from questioning to skeptical. “You saw Y/N. In a cafe, here in Korea. Are you sure it wasn’t just someone who looked like her?”

“I thought that at first, but it had to be her!” Taeyang exclaimed, “She looked exactly like Y/N! Far too similar to just be a look-alike! It was definitely her. I know Y/N’s smile, and that was most definitely Y/N’s smile! It was such a beautiful smile, and it was directed at me! Right at me! Not only once but twice!”

Inseong poked his head around the corner at that moment and asked, “What are you two doing just standing in the hallway? If you want to talk we have a perfectly fine common room exactly for that purpose.”

Zuho turned from Taeyang to look at Inseong, “Taeyang says he saw Y/N at a cafe.”

Inseong raised an eyebrow. “Y/N? At a cafe near here?”

Taeyang nodded his head emphatically. “Yes! It was definitely her! It had to be! Right there, at that cafe I’ve told you about!”

Due to the level of Taeyang’s voice as he kept insisting on what he knew to be true, the rest of his roommates were drawn to the entryway. The next to enter was Rowoon, who was followed closely by Youngbin, Jaeyoon, and Dawon.

Taeyang looked to the two there with pleading eyes, hoping that they might believe them, but before he could even explain the situation to the rest of them, Inseong spoke. “Guys! Taeyang was told us some most unbelievable news! He claims to have seen his beloved celebrity Y/N at his favorite cafe!”

Jaeyoon moved towards Taeyang and shook his hand enthusiastically. “It seems congratulations are in order dear Taeyang! Today is a special day!” He let go of the younger man’s hand, only to rest his arm around the shoulders of Taeyang. “I must say you are very lucky as well, to have gotten to see your dream girl. However, I must ask, are you sure you didn’t just imagine this girl you saw looked like Y/N because you think about her so much?”

Pushing Jaeyoon’s arm off of him, Taeyang huffed. He was starting to feel his enthusiasm fade, replaced by a frustration. “I’m sure it was her! It had to be. Why would I make something like this up? And she didn’t just look like Y/N, she was exactly like Y/N! So much so that it had to be her! She had the exact same smile and laugh as Y/N!”

It was at this point that Youngbin spoke up, “It’s not that we don’t want to believe you, Taeyang, as much as it’s simply very difficult to believe that you really saw Y/N. From what you’ve said about her, she lives in the US, and we would all certainly know if she had a concert near here, because you’d be very excited about it. And even if she did have a concert nearby, it would be incredibly unlikely that you’d see her.”

“But it really was her!” Taeyang protested. His roommates all let out a sigh, but he was determined. He really wanted them to believe him. And he wanted them to be at least a little excited that he had seen someone so special to him, who he had been sighing about never getting to meet just earlier that week.

“How about this, what if we all go to the cafe later this week?” Taeyang suggested, “Maybe she’ll be there again, and then you can all see for yourselves!”

“Hmm,” Youngbin said, “that seems like a long shot. There’s no way of knowing what time or day she’d be the most likely to go there again. But if it’ll make you happy, I’ll go with you.”

Taeyang beamed at his roommates as they all murmured in agreement. And so, they all agreed on a day and time to go to the cafe. Now Taeyang just had to hope that she’d be there.

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Look After You - Bucky Barnes X Reader [3]

Summery; Bucky Barnes discovers his sister is still alive and finds comfort in the endearing nurse that cares for his dying sibling

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count; 4336 (long one oops)

Warnings: Blood (In the first italicised part) angst and swearing. 

I’m loving writing this so if you’re enjoying it please let me know, if you want to be tagged i’ll add you my requests are also open. Enjoy!!!

June 6th, 1941

The early evening orange sunset painted the whole makeshift army base in a decadent amber hue, various soldiers milled about, jostling with each other, playing cards and swapping pictures of their dames, cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they did so. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat and the atmosphere was relaxed, Bucky kicked his legs up and rested them on the upturned crate in front of him crossing his arms behind his head turning his face towards the setting sun, enjoying the warm feeling as it danced across his skin, he let his eyes lazily fall close as he concentrated on the Vera Lynn song crackling through the old radio nearby, he let himself relax like this for a while, it was a rare peaceful moment amid the chaos of war. A large figure heavily stomped in front of him, blocking the sun from his face and making him frown. The robust man in question gruffly cleared his throat and Bucky’s eyes flitted open. “Sargent Barnes, some mail has arrived for you” The soldier saluted with one hand and the other clutched a white envelope. Bucky waved him away signalling him to stand to attention, he did as he was told. “Thank you, Meyers” Bucky took the letter off him and gave him a quick salute, after returning the gesture Meyers stomped away. Bucky sat up and rested his elbows on his knees studying the letter, he knew straight away it was from Rebecca the slightly childlike writing was a dead giveaway and caused his face to break into a grin. These were the only letters he paid any mind to, he received many from different dames he had spent spontaneous nights with in various cities and countries in a pathetic bid to combat the loneliness of war, he always left them with promises to write back but he never did, he didn’t even open their letters. He shook those thoughts from his head and ripped open the letter, nostalgia and homesickness punching him in the gut as he saw his sisters familiar scrawl.

Dearest Bucky,

I miss you very much, Brooklyn is not the same without you. News of your death has reached the town and mama is very upset, she doesn’t get out of bed anymore, not even to take me to school or answer the postman and all we ever do is cry cry cry cry cry and cry. Why have you left us Bucky? I can’t do this on my own. We need you here. I told you not to go. Why have you left me?

Suddenly thick, deep red blotches fell on to the letter with a loud, wet slapping sound blurring the ink, Bucky sobbed in shock horror, choking and gasping as the blood coated his hands, falling from his head, sliding down his face and mixing with the tears as the liquid deteriorated the letter into nothing, until he was holding on to nothing, until there was nothing. Red everywhere, blood everywhere. He screamed but no sound came up, he screamed for his mama, he screamed for his home, his eyes were heavy, and he was so tired he just wanted to go home, and he screamed for his sister, for Becca. He never got to say goodbye.

 You jumped up with a start, hands scrambling over your bedspread trying to ground yourself. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sticky sweat and your breathing was sporadic and heavy. Just a dream, it was just a dream. You sat in your mess of blankets letting yourself calm down for a few seconds. You couldn’t shake the dream, it was so vivid and so real. You rubbed your face, which was stiff with dried tears, you had been crying. You let out a sad sigh and your heart ached for Rebecca and for Bucky, for a situation that you yourself didn’t fully understand but knew you had a role to play in bringing these two people back together, you were in too deep, but you didn’t care. You grabbed your phone which you had carelessly thrown on the bedside table to check the time, 7:28am two minutes before your scheduled alarm, you pulled yourself from the warm cocoon that was your bed and padded barefoot across the wood floor of your bedroom, your bare feet arched slightly as they came into contact of the cold kitchen tiles, you grabbed Rufus’s food from the side and shook it before pouring it messily into his blue food bowl. You flicked the kettle on and leaned against the kitchen sideboard waiting for it to boil and absentmindedly looking out of the window that overlooked the grey, rainy New York morning, your mind wandered to Rebecca, as it often did these days and you mentally reminded yourself to call and check in later. Your stomach dropped as your eyes fell on the eyesore that was Avengers HQ and the reality of the day ahead hit you full force, the nightmare had distracted you for a while and you didn’t know which thought process you preferred.  

After you gulped a large, scalding cup of coffee down, took a quick shower and blow dried your hair in to lose waves you stood in front of your open wardrobe with your hands on your hips, towel wrapped tightly around your body as your freshly dried hair flowed down your back. You needed to look like you had your shit together, you had to look like you had enough money to invest in Stark industries when in actual fact you had to live off instant noodles for the past week while you waited for your pay check to come through. You pulled a black long sleeve blouse out of the wreckage before surveying in and throwing it on to a discarded pile in the corner of the room, you did this with a few items of clothing before getting frustrated and flopping down on the bed with a sigh. That’s when you saw the skin tight, high waisted, knee length pencil skirt, pushing all of your insecure thoughts to the back of your head you slipped it on with a flowing white blouse tucked in, against your better judgement you unbuttoned the top two buttons, letting a slight bit of cleavage show, you slipped on some black stilettos and decided to put some make up on, you needed to look like you came from money, not from 4 hours sleep. After you were finished you looked in the mirror, the makeup helped you look less dead, your eyelashes were curled to perfection and before you could second guess yourself you smeared some red lipstick on and took a step back from the floor length mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. You felt sexy, you felt dangerous, you felt like you could take on the world never mind Tony fucking Stark. You savoured this feeling, it was rare, but you liked it.

“What do you think, Rufus?” You asked opening your bedroom door dramatically and strutting out, your heels clicking against the hard wood floor, catching the attention of the chubby cat who looked up at you bewildered, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this either it seemed. You grabbed your bag, an umbrella and your white name badge, clipping it on to your blouse. You had toyed with the idea of using a fake name but that was after 2 glasses of wine on a Wednesday evening and you quickly discarded that idea come Thursday morning.

The 5 minute walk to the tower was spent with you running through your carefully constructed (you thought of it last night) idea in your head. Clock the ladies’ bathroom as soon as you enter and when you were far enough away you would ask to use the bathroom, head in the general direction and when nobody is around to stop you, make a break and find Steve Rogers. Simple. Easy. Your confident persona was starting to slip as you strode down the wet pavement, you rounded a corner and audibly gulped. There it was, in all its shiny, expensive lavish glory. You stopped for a second, taking it all in scanning the entrance where two beefy security guards stood eyes darting around the various people milling around the entrance. After a deep breath and a mental pep talk you held your head high and walked straight up to building, pushing the heavy, glass doors and stepping into the warm reception area. Whoever said confidence works was right, the security guards didn’t even give you a second glance. Inside was it was sparkling clean, marble floors, glass walls, a sweeping staircase took up one side of the room and various lavish couches were dotted around, a few men in suits occupied them and a huge marble curved desk with a large obnoxious A emblazoned on the front took up the whole back wall, you checked your watch 9:26am, 4 minutes early. You walked up to the front desk, heels clicking on the marble floor catching the attention of the receptionist and notifying her of your arrival, she was a young, pretty girl with dark hair pulled into a high pony tail. It looked like it was giving the poor girl a headache. She gave you a wide smile showing off pearly white teeth.

“Hi! How can I help you?” She chirped, bright eyes giving you a quick once over. You smiled back at her “I’m here to see Tony Stark, for the investors tour” you replied coolly tapping your name badge, her eyes followed, and she read your name and quickly started typing with her brows furrowed.

“Mr Stark is running a little late, he’ll be here in a few moments if you’d like to take a seat” she pointed a perfectly manicured finger over to a plush leather sofa. You nodded silently at the young woman you walked swiftly over to the seating area and sank into the leather, trying to find a way to sit without looking awkward, you settled with crossing your legs over each other and practising your poker face trying your hardest to not look overwhelmed.

“Rich and beautiful, a lady after my own heart” The sound of an obnoxious male voice bellowed through the reception and you snapped your head towards it. Dissenting the large staircase with incredible grace and confidence was Tony Stark. Head to toe in a pristine suit, tinted glasses were perched on his nose, his hair groomed to perfection. He had his arms outstretched towards you as he approached and you stood up quickly, smoothing down your skirt and plastering on a wide, incredibly fake smile. You saw him give you a long once over, not trying to hide it, you had to visibly stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Good morning, Mr Stark” you greeted, pulling his attention back to your face, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Good Morning, Y/N” he greeted back, squinting slightly to look at the name badge you had been provided in the letter confirming your place, he extended a ring clad hand and you took it, shaking his hand swiftly, without saying anything else he began to stride ahead, climbing the stairs he just came from, gesturing you to follow. Your brow furrowed in confusion, you were supposed to be in a group. You hurried behind him, heels clicking on the floor as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“Um, Mr Stark, where is the rest of the group?” you asked as you finally reached his side, climbing the last few steps and trying not to seem as out of breath as you were. He stopped at the top and turned to look at you.

“As much as I love the sound of Mr Stark coming from your mouth please, call me Tony, and change of plans it’s a one on one tour now, my favourite kind.” He said that last part with a wink and carried on walking down the very overwhelming hall ways. Shit shit shit, you suddenly felt sick, this wasn’t going to work one on one. This wasn’t part of the plan. Your eyes darted around nervously as you walked and you were aware that you were surrounded by high tech machinery, lab equipment, weapons and vehicles, you tried not to look like a child as you ogled at your surroundings all concealed by tall glass windows, your heels clicked loudly as you followed behind Tony. He led you into a large office, which homed a large, shiny oak desk, a full bookcase and a full glass wall, looking out over New York. He settled in the large office chair behind the desk and gestured for you to sit opposite him. You smiled and perched on the edge of the seat as you crossed your legs. Without taking his eyes off you he retrieved a intricate, crystal bottle of what you assumed was Whisky. He poured two, expensive looking whisky glasses and pushed one over to you with a wicked grin. You kept your eyes trained on him as you threw it back, it burned like a bitch, but your head was swimming and you needed to think of a plan, it all felt too real now, your chest felt tight and your hands were clammy.

“Rich, beautiful, not much of a talker and you drink whisky. Marry me?” He teased before sinking his glass and refilling them both, you drank it in one mouthful again, just because you didn’t know how to reply, you smiled at him expectantly, willing him to get to the point.

“So, lets cut the bullshit. Everybody knows what’s in here, a quick google search will do that for you” he paused to sip his drink and you raised your eyebrows at his confidence. “You don’t need a tour and you want to invest, who wouldn’t?” He asked, taking another tentative sip and leaning back in his chair, if you weren’t so nervous you’d be impressed.

“I think you’re going to have to do better than that Mr Stark. I want to see where my money’s going” you clasped your clammy hands together in your lap and he filled your glass again.

“You see where its going every day sweetheart, you see how much profit is in these walls just by walking past, I’m a busy man I don’t have time to show you everything” he refilled his own and held It up to you, he was insanely relaxed, you sipped your drink this time, attempting not to wince at the burn.

“If you think getting me drunk is going to help your cause, you’re wrong” you stated flatly, trying to buy some time. He threw his head back and laughed, loud and obnoxious.

“Worth a try” He chuckled, finishing off his drink and stretching his arms behind his head, looking at you over the top of his glasses.

“Can I use your bathroom?” you blurted out, at a loss for things to say and needing to pull yourself together. He sighed and sat up straighter.

“Just down that hall way, then take a left” he pointed in the direction of the east corridor and you stood up quickly, feeling a little light headed, hoping he didn’t see your slight stumble you hurried out of the room and down the looming corridors heading in the direction he pointed. You took the left but strode straight passed the bathroom, seeing an elevator at the end of the corridor you hurried into it, there were too many buttons and none of them made much sense, so you jammed a few hoping they would take you were you need to go. The elevator dropped quickly, and you gripped the hand rail for balance, it stopped abruptly and opened up into a dingy, large garage filled with various shiny sports cars, you figured you wouldn’t find Steve here, so you pressed another random button and the elevator jolted to life and shot upwards. The pristine steel doors shot open on to what seemed like a communal living area, the place seemed slightly lived in cushions askew on the large sofa, a sweater was thrown over the side, the large TV was on playing a movie you didn’t recognise, the place opened up with a lot of natural light and had a large kitchen in the corner with all the gadgets you could name, this place was nice. You stepped out and the elevator zoomed away again, you suddenly felt very uncomfortable like you were in somebody’s personal space. Despite everything in your head telling you to flee this place, you softly walked down the corridor connected to the large communal area. There were multiple closed doors lining the carpeted hall way, the doors were numbered and had high tech looking locks on them. You reached the end of the corridor and stopped at a large, glass wall that loomed over a huge gym, this seemed like a very high tech facility. Your eyes scanned the floor and did a double take when you noticed a figure in the corner you didn’t see upon first inspection, you put your hands either side of the glass to get a better look at the tall, hunched over figure sat on the bench in the corner of the gym, he had his hands clasped together and dark, long hair covered his face, in a instant his face snapped up and his icy blue eyes met yours, you audibly gasped and stepped back quickly, his eyes made your blood run cold, you knew those eyes, you had seen them before. His face was emotionless and he was just staring into your eyes and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, you felt grounded to him In this moment, and nothing else seemed to matter and you don’t know how long you stood there staring at him, staring at Bucky Barnes.

“So how exactly did you acquire your fortune again?” a hard voice came from behind you and you yelped in shock spinning around and pressing your back against the glass wall, looking at you visibly irritated was Tony Stark.

“My parents?” you tried with a small smile, but you knew you had been caught, he raised his eyebrows at you and snatched the tinted glasses off his nose with a large sigh, he started walking and gestured for you to follow, you quickly obliged. He led you to the communal area and pointed at the sofa, you sat down timidly, he loomed over you.

“Okay kid, just so you’re aware this place is heavily armed, try anymore funny business and I can obliterate you in two seconds” he started in a warning tone and you visibly cringed, he continued without waiting for an answer.

“You couldn’t stop your slack jaw from falling when you saw the most basic tech, you winced when drinking expensive whisky, which went straight to your head, you’re nervous as hell and you’ve gone walk about in my tower. So, unless you have a really good excuse you need to leave, like now.” He stepped closer to you, so he was literally leaning over you, giving you a hard stare with a quirked brow almost begging you to question him so he could use all the weapons he’d been boasting about.

“I need to see Steve Rogers” you blurted out and he looked visibly unimpressed, pinching his nose with his thumb and forefinger, shit you couldn’t think of anything better to say.

“We’re just letting crazy fangirls in now, right get out” he stepped back and gestured towards the door, you stood up and took a step towards him, a pleading look in your eye.

“Please, its about Bucky, its important” You looked into his brown eyes and he scoffed at you.

“Barnes, really? leave now” He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear, tapping his foot. In a fit of confidence you pushed his phone out of his hands, you weren’t getting this chance again and if you couldn’t say you did everything you could then you couldn’t live with yourself, he looked at you like you had just fucking shot him.

“Did you really just- “he started to shout but you cut him off.

“Look I need to talk to Bucky or Steve okay, its serious it’s about Bucky’s sister it about Rebecca, she’s alive but probably not for much longer, I shouldn’t have come in here like this and I’m sorry but I’ve tried everything else and I don’t know what to do but I promised I would help her so PLEASE” you gushed, squaring up to him, you felt a lump form in your throat because you had gotten this far, he couldn’t turn you away now, he looked bewildered but before he could speak, a heavy set blonde man you had only ever seen in pictures emerged from the corridor, he planted himself in between you and tony and looked down at you with intense blue eyes.

“Becca’s alive?” he asked firmly, and you just nodded violently.

You threw the pictures down on the table, one you had printed of you and Becca last thanksgiving, old pictures of Bucky and his family and letters from Bucky to Rebecca. You were sat around the large table in the kitchen area with Steve and Tony. You had apologised to Tony, but he still seemed wary of you, staring at you through yellow tinted lenses constantly. Steve just looked through the papers you had given him with his brows furrowed.

“I promise you, I’m telling the truth” you had blurted out your story when Steve told you that you had five minutes to explain yourself and you jumped into the story, assuring them you had proof too. Tony looked to Steve with apprehension who looked up from the letters and sighed.

“This all checks out, what can I do?” he asked, eyes on you and you felt your shoulder sag with pure relief.

“Well, she’d love to see him, to see both of you. I just didn’t know with um Mr Barnes’ situation” you trailed off awkwardly not knowing how to refer to it. Tony laughed, Steve cringed. Steve raked a hand through his short hair and thought for a few moments.

“We could just bring her in here we have top of the range medical facilities, it makes sense” Tony announced, he sounded bored as he leaned back in the kitchen chair, the thought made your heart drop.

“No, that’s not a good idea, I’ve been caring for her for years, you want to take a dementia patient out of her home a shove her in a sterile facility where she doesn’t know anybody? its cruel” you protested quickly, the thought dawned on you that these two men could override your decision in a heartbeat, it scared you. Tony narrowed his eyes at you, opening his mouth to defend himself before Steve quickly interrupted.

“You’re right, let’s set up a meeting, ill come with him and you’ll be there too. If anything goes wrong I can control Bucky, if you can handle Rebecca” his face was sombre, this was probably a hard situation for him too you realised. You nodded and felt a weight lift off your shoulders, you weren’t sure how the meeting would go, but you did all you could possibly do to help, and you felt accomplished at that thought

“Thank you, Mr Rogers she… she never got to say goodbye and it kills her, this means the world” you thanked him sincerely and his eyes softened a little.

“Please, It’s Steve and you really care about her huh?” he asked with a small smile as his eyes fell onto the old picture of Bucky and Rebecca, outside their childhood home.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” You answered honestly.

“So, you’re a nurse?” Tony asked disbelieving still staring at you, you broke into a grin without thinking and his mouth quirked a little at you. “No, don’t make me smile I’m still mad at you” he announced pointing at you before getting up and leaving. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Florence Nightingale” he called over his shoulder as he stepped into the elevator, he sent you a wink before he zoomed off and Steve breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry about that” he apologised slightly awkwardly, hands fiddling with the pictures.

“Don’t be, I’m the one that lied my way in here” you laughed slightly, and he joined in as you stretched your arms. It had been a long day.  

“Tomorrow” Steve said abruptly, before you could question anything he continued “Buck’s had a few good days, ill talk to him about all this and if he’s up for it, we’ll stop by tomorrow is that okay?” he looked a little nervous at the thought and to be honest so were you, you wanted it to go well but they were both very unreliable, unpredictable people.

“Tomorrow is good, we’ll see how it goes” you reassured, and he nodded satisfied with your answer.

After scribbling your number down for Steve, insisting he keep the photo’s you brought and a slightly awkward hug, you clicked out of the building, stopping to give Tony an overenthusiastic wave when you saw him on the way out, which he returned with a middle finger. It was warmer out and you walked home slowly, you couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic about tomorrow, you called up Becca on the way home, who seemed confused so you didn’t mention Bucky but you felt better for talking to her, after saying your goodbyes you rounded the corner to your apartment block, you realised two things, you needed more friends your age, and you were going to meet Bucky Barnes tomorrow and of all the things you should think of him, all the preconceived notions you should have, all you could think about was him and how excited you felt about seeing him again.

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Unexpected 14.5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

Word Count: 4k

Warning: None

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10.5 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 14.5 | 15 |

Jungkook was sitting in his room leaning back in his computer chair to stare at the ceiling. He had been sitting like this for the past two hours trying to process the information that was given today. Had this happened months ago he would probably be more excited than he was right now. He felt bad because he knew he should be more excited but other thoughts plagued his mind. He heard a knock at the door but the person on the other side didn’t wait to be invited in.

“You’re going to have to stop sulking Jungkookie. It’s not the end of the world.” Jimin leaned against the door frame.

“I know it’s not, but going on tour for months doesn’t sound as appealing as it used to. Plus that leaves her here wi-”

“With Jackson?” Jimin interrupted and got a glare in response.

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.” he shrugged.

“Did you come here to make me feel better or piss me off? I’m just curious.” Jungkook was now sitting up in the chair fully facing his best friend.

“Technically neither. Look all I was going to say is that maybe you should just talk to her.” Jimin hated seeing Jungkook struggle as much as he was, especially since he’d never seen him be this way about any girl before.

Jungkook groaned, “I just got her back. I don’t want to risk her cutting me out again.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Wow for knowing her so well you don’t give her much credit. Even I know she wouldn’t do that, so what’s this really about?”

He chewed on his lip debating on whether to truly open up about everything because he still hadn’t figured it out himself. “Like I said, I just got her back but my worry isn’t her cutting me out. It’s my life cutting her out that I'm worried about. I never really gave any of it much thought before because I didn’t have to worry about anyone else. Now everything I do I'm thinking about how it would affect her or what she would want to do. The thought of being away for months and not seeing her just gives me this awful feeling in my chest.” his hand subconsciously started rubbing against his sternum.

Jimin felt for him because everyone’s first love was always the hardest and Jungkook was having to go through it during the rise of his career. “I’m sure Bang would let her come visit us on tour or something.”

He shook his head, “No he’s already said he’s taking a risk.”

“But did you ask this specific question? I mean he’s letting her go with you when we’re filming for the Run episodes. He’s allowed her to go to smaller appearances, but if you want even a chance of you getting to see her on tour then ask. The worse he can say is no.” he watched Jungkook nod with his eyes cast down. Jimin knew this probably wasn’t the time to ask but he needed to know where the youngest members head was at. “What are you going to do when she has to go back home?”

Jungkook’s eyes quickly met his and Jimin could see the worry in his eyes, “I try not to think about it. I want to talk about it with her but every time it’s come up I quickly change the subject because I'm scared to hear what she’s gonna say. I know she can’t stay here forever but I don’t want an ocean between us. I don’t even like when there’s a room between us, and yes I know how pathetic that sounds.”

Jimin walked into his room and closed the door behind him and moved some things around so he could sit down because he was sure this conversation may last a while. “I know you think long distance relationships are doomed to fail, but not every relationship is the same.”

“I’m pretty sure this is different than most long-distance relationships.”

He nodded, “You’re right, it is. But I know you don’t like to lose so I'm sure you’d do anything you could to make it last. If not, there will be others later on that live in the same country as you do.”

“I don’t want anyone here, I want her.”

“Then tell her that. ” Jimin huffed, “The both of you are skirting around each other it’s driving us all insane. We know you like each other, even a blind person would be able to tell. You’re practically dating, the only thing your lacking is a title. At this point, we’re all waiting to walk in on you two, which if you do decide to do anything of the sort please shoot us a message to let us know not to come home.”

“It’s not that simple, we’ve had this conversation.”

“The last time we had it she didn’t know who you were and now she does.”

“We’re about to go on tour, I’d be a dick if I asked her to be my girlfriend and then flew around the globe for months without seeing her.” Jungkook felt like he was going in the same circle with Jimin and he just wasn’t understanding that it wasn’t as black and white as Jimin was trying to portray.

“Look, just try and talk to Bang. It can’t hurt to ask Jungkookie, because what if you never asked but he would have said it was fine. You’ll be kicking yourself later if you don’t at least ask.” Jungkook nodded, “Look we all like her, she’s great and I've never seen someone mesh so well with you like she does. She brings out a side of you we never got to see and you look happy, so don’t let this pass by just because you won’t ask a simple question.”

“Okay I'll ask.” he finally relented because Jimin had a point even though he wouldn’t admit it. “But I still don’t know how to tell her about the tour.”

“Don’t worry about that now. Just spend the time you can with her because it doesn’t matter how it turns out as long as you’ve spent today with her. We’ve been in meetings all day and had practice for part of it. So go see her because honestly, you’re depressing me with your mopey demeanor.” Jimin grabbed a jacket hanging off to the side and tossed it into his lap, “Now go, just remember we have an early practice so if you don’t come home at least set an alarm.”

“Really hyung?” Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, you’ve done it before. Seriously, go see your girl.” he stood up and opened the door and left.

Jungkook sat in his chair debating if he should follow Jimin’s advice or not. He really did want to see Y/N because he hadn’t talked to her much since he had been in meetings for most of the day. After they were told they would be getting ready to go on tour he hadn’t looked at his phone because he was still trying to process the fact that he may not see her for months. He didn’t know how he was ever going survive if she moved back to America. He was in too deep with her and the thought of not getting to see her every day upset him more than he thought it would.

It wasn’t news to him that he was in love with her, but sometimes it still surprised him by just how much he did. It made him nervous because he’d never felt this vulnerable with anyone before but he couldn’t help but feel the way he did towards her. He tried so long to fight it and at some point, he couldn’t anymore, not when he kept getting insanely jealous every time he would call her and she was with Jackson. He didn’t have issues with Jackson, not really, but he envied that Jackson could be with her without any restrictions.

Jungkook grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. He grabbed his keys and turned off the light before heading towards the front door. When he came out into the living room he saw Jimin and Tae sitting there with a movie going. Jimin had a huge smile on his face and held his hand out in front of Tae.

“I don’t have cash on me now so you’ll have to wait.”

“You guys are betting on me again? Seriously?” it seemed to be a common occurrence now that he hung out with Y/N so much and they enjoyed teasing him way too much.

“I’m saving us all from Tae buying anymore Gucci.” Jungkook laughed and walked away when the two started arguing. He closed the door and walked towards the elevator. Despite not knowing how to tell Y/N about the tour he was going to take his hyung’s advice and just enjoy today with her because it was the one thing he was promised.

AN: Okay i won’t beat around the bush this chapter is shit, but i haven’t finished 15 and i didn’t want to leave you hanging even more so i figured giving an insight to JK again would work out pretty well. For the ones that have still stayed with me after this long pause I thank you. I really am sorry if you find this chapter as shitty as i do but it’s been crazy so far and i’ve been having to work through my lunch and that has made it hard to write as much as i have been because that was my main time to write.