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Keeping a Secret - Prologue

plot: ehehe lemme leave this blank for now as this is only a prologue genre: fluff, crack, slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, angst at some point wc: 2.7k

[a/n]

I am reeling just from finishing this one because Tsukki is my boy (Kuroo ily too i swear)

Who writes 2.7k words of prologue? lol me

I’ll set up the masterlist when I’m done with the 1st Chapter.

Thank you so much @oii-sugasan​ and @haikyuu-is-for-lovers​ for the betaread! :)

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Chapter 1 || masterlist

You aren’t just annoying. You’re a fucking menace. Every time he goes to the gym, your presence is like a plague. You're just a manager, but sometimes he thinks that you think you’re the assistant coach. There’s nothing he’d love more than to shower you with the nastiest, most off-handed comments, just to shut you up and wipe the cheery grin that taunts him every time he sees you. 

Seriously, you’re all over the place -- you talk to all members of the team as if you’re a player yourself, you nag everyone to take care of themselves outside training like you’re their older sister, you hand out self-gathered information on upcoming matches as soon as matchups are announced, you scamper around the gym tossing balls, assembling the net, doing whatever the hell you can get your hands on, all the while wearing those stupid shorts that distract the majority of the team, especially the new members. 

As his eyes follow you, you suddenly turn around to face him, breaking him from his reverie. Even when you’re halfway across the gymnasium, he can see the sharp playfulness that you always exude whenever you talk to him. 

“Tsukishima!” You wave at him with that disgustingly sweet grin. “If you’re done staring at my sexy back, you can start your blocking drills, okay?!” you shout with a voice loud enough for everyone else in the gym to hear.  Tsukishima feels multiple sets of eyes glance towards his direction and he ‘tsks’ in annoyance under his breath.

He immediately walks away. He refuses to hear more of the unnecessary and untrue prattles directed at him by you.  

He hears footsteps follow him. Judging from its pace and heavy strides, he already knows its Kogane without even looking

“Oi, Tsukki. Do you like our manager?”

He doesn’t understand why Kogane is whispering when you’re half a court away from them. More than that, he doesn’t understand why Kogane assumes he likes you. For one, you were wrong: he wasn’t even staring at you. He was staring randomly at nothing while thinking  about how irritating you are and you just happened to be at his line of sight. 

“I don’t see anything to like about her,” he replies passively. 

“What? Why? She’s super helpful -- and pretty too.” Kogane, just like the rest of the team, believes so. Even Kyoutani is fond of you because of that one time you received his spike on full force. You rolled on your back from the sheer power of it but you were able to receive it perfectly, making the whole team go wild when you did, with him as the only exception as he found it inane. 

“If you think so, go confess or something then.” 

“You know we can’t!” Pink stains begin to surface on his teammate’s cheeks, obviously infatuated with you. Then again, this is not new to him. It was a basic reaction from anyone whose dick is more functional than their brain.  Maybe it’s because you’re the only female so close to everyone else. Honestly, he really doesn’t know. But one thing’s for sure. Kogane has 0 chances with you, and neither does every player of Sendai Frogs. 

He remembers the conceitedness you displayed even in your first year as a manager. You two became part of the team almost at the same time. He was two months in when the former manager introduced you to the team. As she finished introducing you, you whispered to her to add something. It went something like ‘oh, umm. y/n-chan also said that no one from the team can’t date her.’ Even the former manager looked at you weirdly but you were just there beaming as you bowed to everybody. 

They thought it was a joke, but when you became a full-pledged manager in less than six months, you announced it yourself. 

‘I know I’m kind of cute, but I won’t ever consider dating anyone from the team. Okay?’

You announce it with a sickening smile every time there are new members, reminding everyone else that you’re untouchable. 

It’s fucking atrocious, to him at least. Unlike the other players from his team, he’s not shallow enough to fancy you just because you’re not disgusting to look at, or that you did your managerial duties so exceedingly well.

He grits his teeth. He hates it. How can someone so chaotic as you be so effective in managing the team. What grinds him even more is that you go to the same university he does, and even there, your presence stinks. He once had a class with you only to find out that you’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be. 

It’s infuriating. He can’t wait for the day you mess up -- only then would he finally get the chance to diss you. He’ll turn that shit-eating smile of yours upside down. 

--

Man, nothing boosts your mood better than bugging Tsukishima. When you felt his sinister stare boring at your back earlier, you just couldn’t waste the opportunity to say something about it. He just ignored you, but the scowl on his face was enough response to satisfy you. 

The truth is, you have nothing against Tsukishima. Yeah, he has a sharp tongue and a vile attitude, but hey, he’s a good team player. He doesn’t speak much, but he gets shit done in matches. Despite his foul personality, he’s actually manageable: he listens to you and he rarely shows up late. He’s not particularly motivating to look at, but he still does what’s asked of him. For some reason that you don’t know, he still hasn’t spat out his usual, rancid remarks towards you. You know he’s itching to, and honestly, you’re kind of curious of what he’ll throw your way. 

Still, for the last three years he kept his mouth shut even though he looks at you like you’re the most unpleasant being he’s ever laid eyes on. 

“Y/n!”

You jog towards the team coach, Coach Mira. “Yes, Coach?”

“Do you like Tsukishima?” she asks curiously. The question is funny to you but you hold back the laughter and smile instead.

You like Coach Mira a lot. She’s more like an older sister than a coach to you. You’re free to share a few laughs with her, and she values your input to the team. Maybe it’s because you’re both women drowned in a sea of male athletes that you sort of have that innate connection. 

“No, Coach. Why?”

“Cause you pay attention to him the most.”

“I don’t see what’s to like about him,” you veer your gaze towards his direction, watching his scowling face as he walks away, Koganegawa following closely behind him. You can’t hear them, but the sight is already amusing as it is. “I just like putting him in place whenever he’s being extra nasty,” you add. 

“If you say so, y/n. Honestly, I don’t really care if you go out with one of them.” 

You wave your hand back and forth like you’re swatting a fly. “No way, Coach. They’re like little boys I’m taking care of.”

She sweeps her gaze behind you, scanning all the players present in the court. “Can’t say they feel the same way though.” Then she looks at the same person you’re looking at. “Well, maybe except for Tsukishima.”

“That’s why I like messing around with him the most,” you admit with mirth as you watch Tsukishima get away from Kogane.

--

Everyone in the gymnasium is staring as they enter the arena. If there’s one thing opposing teams remember about the Sendai Frogs, it’s their female tandem of a stone-cold coach and a ‘hot,’ bubbly manager who walk side by side in front of the whole team, not the players.

It’s not really an issue for Tsukishima. He doesn’t really care. Shimizu had the same reputation back in high school. But you? You’re not Shimizu. You aren’t even close.

And you, being the chaotic mess that you are, you milked the attention. Whenever someone blatantly gapes at you,  you’d wave at them. You’d even entertain those who openly flirted with you. In retrospect, he should find it despicable. Rather finds it entertaining. So does the rest of the team.

When the Sendai Frogs reach their spot, a guy wearing a Tamaden Elephants jersey approaches you shamelessly. A brave (maybe a little bit foolish) act, considering you’re with the whole team.

“Hi!”

You turn around and greet him just as enthusiastically, maybe even more.

“I just want to say, great game from last season, he says as he scratches the back of his head. 

Liar. 

If the guy really wants to acknowledge the team’s play from last season, he’d approach one of the players. He also wouldn’t have that stupid blush on his awe-struck face. 

“Thank you! Great game indeed,” you return the compliment.

As soon as the guy starts fidgeting, Tsukishima can already guess what comes next: it’s either a date or your number.

“If you don’t mind, can I get your number?”

Tsukishima sneers at how predictable the scene is, and he can’t wait to see what comes next.

You beam at the guy. “Sure! It’s number 1.”

He still smiles even though he’s obviously dumb-founded. “Sorry, what?”

“My number, right? It’s 1. Cause we’re number 1 in the district,” You say with that fake innocence that isn’t really fooling anyone.

“...Uhh.”

“Go Sendai Frogs!” You cheer out of the blue and as if an automated response, the rest of the team, even Tsukishima (though lifelessly), answers.

“Sendai Frogs fight!”

The loud baritone of deep male voices drew the attention of other people in the area, brightening your face up even more as you focus on the guy in front of you again. He looks scandalized by what just happened. 

“How about you? What’s your number?” you ask, pushing the guy to a mental corner as Tsukishima and his team glares at him while waiting for how he’ll answer. An embarrassed blush replaces the previously infatuated one as he realizes that he shouldn’t have made the mistake of hitting on you. 

“I-I’m not really sure,” his voice loses any shred of confidence it once had.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” you feign sympathy. 

“Yeah.” The guy looks down. “Guess I’ll see you around,” he adds before retreating defeatedly.

“Bye! Nice to meet you,” you wave cordially. ‘Whoever you are, newbie elephant,’ you say to yourself as you watch the unfamiliar member of the Elephants go back to his team, a team you wiped the floor with last season.

Until now, you don’t understand why people still even bother. You welcomed the flirtations, but never really went out with anybody. You’re not really opposed to getting in a relationship, but like -- Gooood! They’re all so uninteresting. Rejecting them is more fun than the mere prospect of dating them.

You feel a familiar touch on your shoulder. 

“Good job boosting the team morale,” Coach Mari says in a volume that only you can hear as she pats you.

“Thanks, Coach!” You grin at her praise. 

You turn around to check your players and your eyes instantly land on Tsukishima who had just put on his white headphones and began scrolling at his phone. Around him, everyone else has already started stretching. 

You bounce your way to him, knowing that you’d instantly get his attention even without saying anything. But even with you ogling when you stopped in front of him, he still doesn’t budge.

“Tsukishima.”

No response.

‘Heh,’ you snicker internally. He never fails to amuse you when he tries to ignore you. 

“Tsu~ ki~ shi~ ma~” You bob your head sideways, popping at the opposing sides of his phone so he’ll notice you.

You don’t miss the minute twitch of his eyes as he drags his phone closer to him in an attempt to shut you out. 

Tsk tsk. He should know better by now that you're not the type to back away. 

You go beside him instead, tiptoeing so you can see what he’s so busy looking at. As soon as your arms touch his, he puts down his phone and irritatedly removes his headphones. 

He’s shooting daggers at you, making you giddy with excitement as he looks like he’s about to say something you. You hold his gaze with a raised eyebrow and subtle smirk that you couldn’t suppress. Did he get fed up already? Is he finally going to say something?

‘Do it. Do it. Do it,’ you chant in your head. 

He takes in a painful deep breath instead. “What?” The single word contains so much disdain that you want to cackle so bad. 

“Shouldn’t you be stretching?” you query.

“In a bit.”

You leisurely shake your head with disapproval. “I know you’re a lazy ass fucker sometimes,” you begin. “But you always help us win. You’re our meanest, tallest, best blocker.” Your gaze drops down to his ankles and travels up.

“So,” you continue, dropping your voice amusedly, “stretch those gorgeous, God-given, legs you have.” Your eyes linger on his thighs before landing up to his face to smile sweetly at him. “Will you?”

This is one of the moments you’re pretty sure he won’t dare talk back at you. Why? Because you’re one hundred percent right, and he knows that too. 

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate it.

He glares at you for one second and walks towards the rest of the team to join them. 

--

Playing at the professional level, he always considers one match to be a big win already, even if it’s just the first match of the regular rounds. Ever since he became a starter for Sendai Frogs, he was not allowed to slack off even for one rally. He could take the lecture if it’s from Coach, but he couldn’t stomach it if it’s from you. 

Even before the match started, you were already on his grill, pestering him just because he wasn’t warming up yet. He was pissed the whole game and put extra effort than usual to make sure that you won’t have anything to say after. 

“Um, excuse me.” A girl from Red Rabbits blocks him on his way to the restroom. “Tsukishima, right?”

He can tell that she is trying her best to look nonchalant, but the familiar tint on her face is telling.

Tsukishima had never understood girls who approach him for anything remotely romantic. Does he look like he’s interested? It’s not that he’s not open to the idea of dating, but he finds it unpleasant when people go after him because they like how he plays. Worse, for some obtuse reason like him being ‘cute.’

“Yes. Why?”

She smiles at him bashfully with her arms crossed behind her. “I’m also a middle blocker. I was really inspired with how you read block so well. If it’s okay with you, can you teach me how you do it?”

Why would he do that? He’s already a senior college student who’s also a professional athlete. He has no reason to go out of his way to teach someone read blocking. Especially someone who’s already supposed to know it since (as she claims) she’s also a middle blocker. Judging from where they currently are, someone from Division 1 no less. 

“Sorry. I’m really busy,” he says bluntly. 

“Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you.” She bows then takes off immediately. 

He watches as the girl from Red Rabbits scampers off as quickly as humanly possible. Did she really think he’d agree to it?

He is too occupied to notice the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and only when you speak does he notice your presence.

“Aww, poor girl going out of her way to ask you out.” 

He groans. Why are you even here? You’re supposed to be checking on the team since their match just ended.

You fall into step beside him as he brushes your comment off and continues heading for the rest rooms.

“I didn’t ask her to,” he calmly responds despite your irksome presence. 

“How are you going to get a girlfriend like that?” you ask exaggeratedly as if not getting in a relationship will lead to his ruin.

“I don’t need one.”

You gasp. “Damn, Tsukishima. Men your age are all about raging hormones. Where do you put all that raging testosterone?”

He purses his lips in a corner, his jaw tensing at your remark. Men his age? You talk as if you’re older when you’re in the same year he is.

Also, what the fuck?

Now you’re nagging about his personal life too? You’re already aggravating as the team manager. Now you’re even sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.

His blatant irritation must have shown in his face because you suddenly let out a giggle. “My bad, my bad. Don’t look so scary. Geez. Where you get action is none of my business. I just followed you to let you know that we’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

You turn around, about to go back but stop before you make the first step. “Oh, and we have a meeting later. I did the stat sheets of the game and gave it to the coach already. Great blocking, Tsukishima!” You pat his shoulder twice with a proud smile, then saunter off back to the arena. 

Damn it. If only you aren’t so good at being a manager, he would actually be able to dislike you to the fullest. Not only that, he wouldn’t feel that silly, tiny contentment he felt upon hearing you.

Chapter 1 || masterlist

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[cottage-babe]

Bolin x pro-bender!Reader

Masterlist

here... take this bolin headcannon... just take it

i feel like there’s not nearly enough bolin stuff and since i’m almost finished w LOK, i guess ill aid this deficiency :)

also, i just started Book 3, so if theres some things that aren’t right or something, ignore it 

___

Bolin HC (during Book 1/Book 2)

so you guys met at (you guessed it) a pro-bending match

you were an Earthbender for the Ba Sing Se Badgermoles, a widely known team because you guys represented such a big city and you guys were actually kinda good

the Badgermoles were constantly interviewed, put on the covers of magazines, and bombarded by fans. The people loved you and your team

and so the day came where the Badgermoles were put up against the Fire Ferrets

you had heard about this team a lot; how they lost a member of the team, then the Avatar, actual master of the elements, filled in that empty space

it honestly took you so long to process

anyways, your team didn’t get the chance to meet the Fire Ferrets before the match; you just threw on all of your gear and made your way to the play area

you saw the Ferrets and instantly saw Avatar Korra, the only girl on the team

honestly, you couldnt see her well, but she was so pretty

anyways

the battle started and the Badgermoles got the advantage pretty quick

you took out their firebender and was working on the earthbender while the rest of team handled the Avatar

the earthbender put up a huge fight, it was so impressive

he even knocked you back a zone, but you recovered and, with a streak of luck, knocked him straight out of the field

you guys won that round

the next round didn’t go so well

the fire ferrets managed to knock all three of you guys off the platform, resulting in a win and a knock out

this meant that the entire match went to the Fire Ferrets

the other members on your team were annoyed and angry, but you weren’t phased too much

after all, Ba Sing Se treated you all extremely nicely, whether you win or not

so after the game, your team found themselves walking through the Fire Ferret’s locker room so you could leave

after your team mates walked past, you stayed behind and talked to one of the Ferrets, the Earthbender

“Hey, you were really good out there.”

you took off your helmet, just like in the movies, and he swore time slowed

he just stood there, completely frozen with his mouth agape

you raised an eyebrow at his antics and it wasn’t until Avatar Korra slapped him on the back that he came back to

“You- good- were good, uh im- im Bolin.”

you just laughed at Bolin and smiled 

“My names Y/n”

you walked up close to him, noses inches apart

“And next time, we won’t lose.”

he just gulped and nodded him head

you turned and walked out, laughing quietly to yourself

the interaction boosted your mood up exponentially

anyways timeskip to when their looking for the airbenders

you were just chilling in Ba Sing Se in the upper ring

you and your team were given super nice houses since you were the city’s pride and joys

then suddenly, you see Bolin and his brother walking around calling for someone

“Bolin? is that you?”

that boy turned around so fast

he blushed so brightly when he saw you and kinda looked at his brother for help

“well, well, what are the Fire Ferrets doing in my city? you know.. i’ve been dying for a rematch!”

you were only joking of course

you knew that their team had broken up after the year you met Bolin

not that you were keeping tabs on their team

of course

“yeah not right now, we’re looking for someone” his brother said

“oh? need some help?”

it took some time to convince Mako, the brother, but eventually you annoyed him enough to let you join

you were all walking through the upper ring looking for some kid named Kai, but you weren’t really paying attention

you maybe, kinda, might only be there so you could hang out with Bolin

from what you had heard (once again, you definitely weren’t searching for info), Bolin was an outgoing, loud guy

now he was quieter than a mouse

“So, i heard you were making movers now. What, getting tired of being a Pro-Bender?”

“Huh? No. I still play! I’m just doing this until the season starts...”

you were visibly happier after hearing that

you had thought that acting was going to be his permanent thing from now on

but still one thing plagued your mind

“And whats that princess girlfriend of yours gonna think about it? Ginger, I think her name was.”

Spirits you had done wayyyy too much research on this man

to be fair, you didn’t think you’d see him ever again

he blushed and stuttered out something about how they weren’t really dating, how it was a publicity stunt, blah blah

you weren’t really paying attention because after hearing his availability, you decided that today was the day you were gonna make a move on him

if it fails, then you don’t really have much to worry about; he lives in an entirely different city and you would only have to see him once a year

but if it succeeds; ohohohoh you’d finally get to live out your crush

the pros really outweighed the cons right now

so you guys searched for Kai for a while more

you decided that you were going to make some subtle hints toward Bolin

you let your hand brush against his a couple times, but never really looked up to see his reaction

then, you guys found Kai

he was stealing some old guy’s money by... airbending? why does this day just keep getting weirder?

so you guys chase him down an the streets and eventually follow him onto a train

unfortunately, he tricks you and sends you guys all the way to the lower ring 

you used to live here when you were younger, before you became a Pro-Bender, and it wasn’t a nice place

only now, it seemed to have gotten worse

all of you tried to find a way to get on a train back to the upper ring, but none of you had your passports or any money

if only you hadn’t left your house in such a hurry

you even tried to pull the “im a Pro-Bender!” card, but it didnt work

so you guys stayed on the streets for the day

Bolin was really trying to lighten the situation up, but it wasn’t really working 

“C’mon guys! Korra will realize that we’re gone and then come rescue us! I know it!”

she did not come

eventually, they had to find a place to sleep and no where was letting the stay for free

so they found a place in an alley and slept on the floor

yup, the dirty floor

you were not used to this

you almost wanted to stay up for the whole night to avoid sleeping on the ground, but Bolin assured her that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed

it was

“mmm here! you can use my jacket.”

he took off his jacket and laied it out on the floor neatly before gesturing for you to lay there

you hesitated for a second before sitting, not really putting up much of a fight because of how tired you were

Mako was already asleep somewhere across the alley and Bolin began gathering up some papers to use as blanket

then he found a spot somewhere away from you and started to settle down

“hey Bolin? do you maybe wanna share the jacket?”

he looked up so quickly and even the soft light from the lamp post caught his blush

“uhh sure”

and so he came over and laid halfway on the jacket so that you could take up most of it

he even offered you some of his picked up trash to use as a blanket, but you grimaced at the grossness and shook your head

you turned away from him, not wanting to be too overwhelmed by his proximity, so you didn’t notice that Bolin was staring at you

before you could completely fall asleep, a cool breeze burst threw the alley way and you began to shiver

maybe you should’ve accepted his paper

“hey Y/n you awake?”

since you were currently bouncing between consciousness, you decided not to answer

you feel him scoot closer

“okay please dont be mad at me when you wake up”

then you felt his arm cover your cold skin and warm you instantly

Spirits, he should be a firebender with how warm he was

you scooted back to meet his chest and let him envelope you

you fell asleep so quick

both of you woke up to Mako above you speaking loudly

“hey lovebirds, wake up”

since you already know of the position you were in, you didn’t really jump back with the surprise that Bolin had

“S-Sorry Y/n! You just looked so cold last night that I-” 

“its fine Bolin” you smiled at him “and thank you”

spirits he was so cute

and so you guys went on with the day, thinking about stealing food, then meeting their long lost family

it was such a nice reunion

they talked a bit about their family history, but since you felt out of place, you settled for playing with the babies on the floor

you bended little toys out of rocks and watched as some tried the same

it was so cute

meanwhile, Bolin was having a little dilemma

he and Mako had just finished having a heartfelt conversation with his Grandma and now he walks out here to see you playing with little babies and laughing with them

you were just so cute

“you know she likes you too right?”

“huh?! what- staring? im not staring.”

Mako just sighed because wow his baby brother is so dumb

“just talk to her before we leave Ba Sing Se”

and so they got their passports and left to the Upper Ring

you were so excited to go back home and sleep in a real bed

but you had one more thing to do before all of that

“So uh Bolin”

“So uh Y/n”

you guys spoke at the same time

“Oh! you can go first”

once again at the same time

“listen Y/n, I think you’re really pretty and super strong, like you could beat me up if you wanted to and i think thats really cool.” *cue your confused stare* “um anyways what I meant to say was, I think I’m about to fight the queen of Ba Sing Se and if I make it out alive, do you think we could hang out? like just us two?”

you decided to ignore some parts of what he said because umm you can only handle so many things at once

you settled for kissing his cheek and confessing too

you went back home so excited

even tho your crush was about to commit treason <3

aww the two of you are so cute I can’t

[robinrunsfiction]

A Long Way Home - Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~7900 total, about ~4450 in part 2 (minus the song lyrics used) Author’s Note: The song featured is Audience of One by Rise Against, it can be found in the playlist, here. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to the story!

As the tour rolled on, (YN) started to wonder if maybe there was a chance that the crazy commenters online were right about the possibility of her and Gerard being something.

It seemed like he always made time to see them perform now, and talked to her when he got the chance. It was never overtly flirtatious, but she couldn't help but wonder and hope that he was trying to get closer to her.

Unfortunately the tour had reached the halfway point and that meant saying goodbye to Taking Back Sunday. (YN) felt so thankful that she could now count Adam, John, Shawn and Mark among her friends.

Now Crystal Lake Cemetery had joined the tour and the overall vibe shifted. There had been such a welcoming camaraderie at first, but the new band didn't seem to want much to do with anyone else, returning to their own bus after their set was done. Rebecca and Jake took their lead, leaving Liam and (YN) to hang out with My Chem whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Now it was finally one of the rare days where there was enough time between shows to get a night in a hotel. Everyone appreciated the chance to get a decent shower and sleep in a real bed.

Everyone except (YN). She found herself on a couch in the hotel lobby after going out for dinner and drinks with Liam. He had started chatting with a guy, and ended up bringing him back to the hotel. All she could do now was wait for him to let her know it was ok to come back to the room and scroll through social media.

Up in his room, Gerard was doing the same when he noticed the square icon at the top of his phone. He smiled to himself when he saw that it was a notification that (YN) had updated her story.  He opened it up and saw it was a selfie of her pouting dramatically. With the caption "i havent been sexiled from a room since that semester i went to college 😫"

‘Where are you?’

The DM from Gerard surprised (YN), not only because he saw her post, but how quickly after posting it he responded.

‘Lobby. Liam brought a guy back, so I'm waiting for the all clear to go back up.’

‘Wanna hang out in my room?’

(YN) felt her heart rate shoot up. ‘Sure’ she replied as casually as she could with shaking fingers.

‘529′ he replied moments later and she jumped up, hurrying to the elevator. The ride up felt like it was moving painfully slow. She tried to keep her pace casual as she walked down the hall and smiled at Luke and Will, two of the members of Crystal Lake Cemetery who were talking in the doorway of the room across the hall, before knocking on Gerard's door.

“Hey,” he greeted her with a smile and she tried to keep from letting her knees go weak.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me up. I was getting kinda bored in the lobby,” she laughed as she walked in.

“Of course. Umm, wanna watch a movie?" Gerard asked as he made his way over to the couch.

"Sure, whatever's on," (YN) replied as she sat down next to him. She couldn’t help but wonder who designed the layout of the room with the couch not actually facing the tv as she found herself sitting sideways.

"Looks like The Martian is about to start, have you seen it?"

"Once when I was in a hotel room in Rochester, but I had taken so many cold meds that day, I'm pretty sure I thought I was a martian," she laughed. "I was so sick that tour. I hate when they schedule shows in the winter."

“I agree, those are always kinda miserable, seems like everything is always cold and wet. Oh, do you wanna stretch out?” He asked when he noticed how she was shifting uncomfortably.

“Sure,” she laughed a little nervously as she stretched her legs out over his lap. It wasn’t much later that her eyelids began to grow heavy and the next thing she knew, she was waking up as the end credits were playing, and her head was against Gerard's shoulder. Then she realized his arm was around her, his other hand on her shin, rubbing small circles, almost absentmindedly. "I guess I'm never gonna see this movie," she mumbled, feeling a little awkward.

"That's too bad, it was pretty good," Gerard laughed.

(YN) picked up her phone from where it had slid to the floor and saw that Liam still hadn't messaged her. "Damn dude," she muttered.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, Liam still hasn't given me the all clear. I guess him and this guy really hit it off.”

"How are things with the other two? They never seem to be around much."

"Weird. I dunno, something is going on and no one is talking about it. Well no, they're talking about it, but not to us. Liam overheard Rebecca telling Jake that I’m selfish and I care more about the band as a concept than as four people making music together," she sighed. "And I do see it now that it's been pointed out."

Gerard shook his head. "I get it, I was the same way the first time round. I wanted everything to be the way I envisioned it in my head, I had that goal that I was working toward and that was all I was focused on. Though, for what it's worth, I think you're pretty great."

"Stop," she replied, covering her face with her hands to hide the fact that she was blushing.

"I'm not kidding," he said tugging at her wrists. When she looked up, he was smiling softly at her.

She shook her head. "Anyway, can I crash on your couch tonight? I'm not sure the staff would appreciate a rock star sleeping in the lobby."

"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch," Gerard replied.

"Gee, no, I'm the one who is invading your space!" She said getting up.

"I invited you," he replied, getting up as well.

"Share?" The word tumbled out of her mouth before she could even realize what she said.

Gerard looked a little caught off guard. “Oh, umm, yea-”

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to. Again, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, (YN), it’s fine,” he shook his head. “Please don’t worry, we can share.”

She nodded. “Ok, fine.”

~

The next morning she woke up and Gerard was still sleeping peacefully next to her. That was a sight she felt like she could really get used to and had to restrain herself from reaching out and brushing the hair from his face. He looked so peaceful and it warmed her heart. She rolled over and checked her almost dead phone, and found Liam had finally messaged her.

‘Ok, you can come back now’

‘Yooooooooooooo where are you i wanna talk to you come back’

‘For real text me back, i’m getting worried, if ur dead an its my fault im gonna be so mad at you’

She tried not to laugh out loud and wake Gerard. ‘I’m fine, found another room to crash in, we’ll talk soon 😁’

“Hey,” Gerard mumbled sleepily next to her.

“Hi. Thanks for letting me stay here last night,” she said as she rolled over and smiled at him.

“Anytime. I really like hanging out with you (YN).”

“Same. We should do it more often," she offered with a shrug.

"I'd love that," he replied softly.

"I should get going, Liam sent me about 100 texts," she said shaking her head. She got up and gathered the few things she had brought with her to Gerard's room. "Thanks again," she said. She didn't realize what she was doing when she held her arms out for a hug.

He smiled and got up and wrapped his arms around her. Her heart was pounding so hard she worried he would notice, but he was so warm and smelled good, she quickly forgot her worried.

Eventually she pulled back, and gave him a wave before heading out. When she opened the door, she noticed the door across the hall quickly close. She shook her head in confusion as she headed back to her room.

~

From that day on, things began to get strange. Garden of Woe's gear and wardrobe carts were moved into different rooms, their dinner orders were cancelled, and at a soundcheck Liam and Rebecca both found their instruments wildly out of tune, despite the guitar tech claiming he had tuned them before any of the bands came in.

“It feels like someone is fucking with us,” Liam said shaking his head as he and (YN) hung out with My Chem’s in their dressing room.

“The only thing that’s different is Crystal Lake Cemetery is here now,” Mikey said cautiously.

“Why would they be messing with us though? Are they hazing us?” (YN) asked. “I’ve never experienced anything like this, and we aren’t close enough to them for this to be okay.”

“I’m gonna have the tour manager talk to them, it’s not right that this is happening to you,” Gerard said from his spot next to (YN).

“Thanks,” (YN) smiled up at him appreciatively.

“Of course,” he replied looking back at her fondly. They were again oblivious to the looks being exchanged by their friends around them.

The talk must have worked, as nothing further was done to mess with the bands stuff, but what (YN) didn’t know was how the rumor mill was now working overtime.

~

“I can’t deal with this, I fucking can’t deal with this. Fuck this, fuck you, I can’t believe it,” (YN) snapped before rushing out of the dressing room. Tears stung at her eyes, blurring her vision so she couldn’t see who she ran into. "Fuck, sorry."

“Woah, (YN) what’s wrong?” She heard Gerard ask. She just shook her head in response and looked up at the ceiling, trying in vain to keep the tears in place. She felt Gerard taking her arm and leading her into another dressing room for privacy. But as soon as the door was shut behind them, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"It's over, it's all over," (YN) sobbed.

"What is? What's going on?" Gerard asked, concerned, rubbing her arms.

"Rebecca and Jake are leaving the band at the end of the tour."

"What?! Why?"

"They're gonna go have a kid and be a family and leave us behind," she wailed, the tears coming harder again. Gerard pulled her in tight and let her cry on his shoulder.

(YN) had no sense of how long she had been crying when she finally felt herself calming down and her tears slowing. "I'm so so sorry. You don't need to be bothered by my stupid problems. You're like the most important person here and I'm nobody. I’m nobody with no band anymore," (YN) said pulling back and wiping her eyes. She was thankful she hadn't put on her stage makeup yet, or his olive jacket would have been ruined.

Gerard shook his head, his eyes soft and full of sadness for her. "No, you’re important to me. And yea your band is gonna change, but you’re so talented, so is Liam, you're gonna do amazing things.”

“You think?” she asked looking up at him and he nodded. “Thank you for helping me calm down.”

“Anytime.”

She realized his hands had settled on her waist, and she looked back up at him as she clung to his jacket, to find he was still smiling down at her softly. This was the dream for her. Well, not the part where she found out half her band was leaving, but being held by Gerard Way while on tour together. The fan fic was practically writing itself in her mind until she felt her phone vibrating in her back pocket.

“Ugh, I gotta go deal with this,” she replied when she saw the text messages rolling in from Clark in all capital letters with many expletives and exclamation marks.

~

Garden of Woe's show that night was not their best, but no one spoke of it, mainly due to none of the band members speaking to each other at all. The bus ride to the next town was silent and when they arrived, Liam and (YN) found a private place to talk about the situation alone.

"I can learn drums, and play and sing like Don Henley. Or we could call Dallon and Ryan and see if they wanna form a supergroup? I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND Garden of Woe?" (YN) suggested.

"Genius," Liam laughed. "But (YN), we're gonna be fine. We'll figure this out as we go along. Well take a break and maybe they'll even change their minds."

"Jake maybe, but I doubt Rebecca will. She's been on edge for a long time, I just don't know if this life was ever for her. Maybe she's doing exactly what she needs to."

"What was it she called you?" Liam smirked.

"Scene whore," (YN) laughed darkly as she shook her head.

"Yea, that was something else.”

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I got my call with my therapist in five minutes."

"You doing ok?" Liam asked, concern crossing his face.

"This whole situation just reminded me a lot of what my mom did. Bailing on us to form a new family and all that."

Liam nodded thoughtfully, remembering how betrayed (YN) had felt when her mom left. "I get it," he replied as (YN) got up. "But hey."

"What?" (YN) stopped in her tracks.

"Remember what got you through back then?"

A smile fought its way across (YN)'s face. "Listening to hours and hours of My Chemical Romance?" Liam shrugged with a smug smile. "I'll give it a shot," (YN) laughed.

That night as she stood off stage (YN) felt like she was going to puke. The crowd was already so loud and the lights hadn’t even gone down yet.

“Ready?” Liam asked.

“Not at all,” she shook her head. “But fuck it, let’s go.”

The duo walked out on stage, where two stools and microphones were set up, a spotlight shining down. “What’s up California?!” (YN) shouted and the crowd cheered. “We are half of Garden of Woe, unfortunately Rebecca and Jake are both feeling under the weather tonight, so we’re gonna do a short acoustic set for you and then Crystal Lake Cemetery is gonna be out here to do an extra long set to get you hyped up for My Chemical Romance!”

The crowd cheered, albeit less enthusiastically than before. (YN) felt like shit lying to the audience like that, but Rebecca and Jake couldn’t be convinced to come off the bus, and it was either they do a modified set, or give up their time on stage altogether. The duo started with a couple of their best songs that sounded good while being played acoustically.

“Ok, we have one more song for you, it’s a cover of a song that means a lot to me by Rise Against. It’s called Audience of One. Thanks again guys you’ve been amazing,” (YN) said and Liam started playing. (YN) knew that it would take a miracle to make it through the song without breaking down.

I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers In years of wet cement The days blurred into each other Though everything seemed clear We cruised along at half speed But then we shifted gears We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns But even then we should have stayed But we ran away Now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? Identities assume us As nine and five add up Synchronizing watches To the seconds that we lost I looked up and saw you I know that you saw me We froze but for a moment In empathy I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug You gave my emptiness a name Then you ran away And now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? We're all okay, until the day we're not The surface shines, while the inside rots We raced the sunset and we almost won We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on We ran away And now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone?

The tears streamed down (YN)’s face as she finished singing. She didn’t know if the crowd could see it or not, and she didn’t know if she cared either way. She waved with Liam at the crowd and retreated off the stage. As soon as they were out of sight, he wrapped her in a tight hug and she cried against his shoulder.

After calming down and washing her face, (YN) and Liam went out to the merch booth to sign for fans but not many turned up. As they headed back through the corridors of the venue, they spotted Clark heading toward them.

"If it isn't my favorite PR nightmare," Clark said, annoyance clear in his voice.

(YN) and Liam looked at each other. “Oooh, Liam’s in trouble,” (YN) sing-songed with a smirk.

“Not him.”

"Wait what did I do?" (YN) asked, eyes going wide, as Liam snickered.

“In here,” Clark said, nodding toward the dressing room door, shutting it behind them. "When did you start hooking up with Gerard?"

"What?! We haven't done anything, where did you hear that?!"

"Apparently just about everyone else on the tour is talking about it. They’re saying you've spent  nights with him, you’ve been spotted ducking into abandoned dressing rooms with him."

"Well yea, I mean I stayed over in his room when Liam was hooking up with that guy in Texas, but we just hung out! And the dressing room thing, I don't even know when that would be other than that time I ran into him and he was comforting me when I was upset about Rebecca and Jake. Who would make something out of nothing?"

“People love starting rumors, especially about big names,” Clark shrugged. "If this gets out of just this bubble, people are gonna think-"

"Yea, yea, I know what people are gonna think," (YN) waved him off.

"We have enough problems coming up at the end of this tour, can you at least make sure this isn’t one of them?" Clark sighed before leaving the room.

Liam let out a long sigh as well. "I'm sure he's making a big deal outta nothing, don't you think?"

(YN) didn't answer, she had her head in her hands, staring at the floor. "What if Gerard thinks I started those rumors? What if he never wants to hang out with me ever again because he thinks I read too much into when we've hung out and think there's more to our friendship than there is? Now even if we ever had a chance at something more, it's ruined."

~

The last few nights of the tour dragged by, but they were finally back in LA for the final four shows at the Forum. The bands were given the option of staying in a hotel near  the venue, but (YN) just wanted to go home. She was tired of going out of her way to avoid everyone, especially Gerard, and she wanted some peace and quiet, even if it meant dealing with traffic.

(YN) unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in, dumping her luggage just inside the door. She breathed in the stale air that filled the apartment from being closed up for two months. She felt like she was going to be taking on the world when she left, and now she was home feeling utterly defeated.

She wandered over into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was filled with nothing but condiments that were very possibly expired. She checked the pantry and found a stash of canned soup and spaghettios. She got a pot of spaghettios heated up before moving on to her laundry.

As she threw her clothes into the washer, she wondered what she’d wear to the show tonight. Did it matter? These were the last four shows that the band would be performing together and she had to pretend like everything was fine. Should she really live it up, or give up? (YN) trudged back to her kitchen and started eating her half warm lunch straight out of the pot. Was this what her life was about to become? Miserable and alone?

That night when she arrived at the venue she hid in the dressing room until sound check. She continued to avoid everyone except Liam until the show started. After, she went to sign for the fans and for the first time she didn’t hurry back to see My Chemical Romance play. Her heart broke as she heard the first notes. She wondered if Gerard noticed she wasn't there. She wondered if he was glad she wasn't bothering him anymore.

As she laid in her bed the morning of the last show, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She had barely slept the last few nights, her mind racing, and she felt like shit. She dragged herself out of bed and down to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and staring at her still bare pantry, the last can of spaghettios staring back at her. She sighed, the feeling of defeat over everything hitting her harder than it had yet.

Her doorbell ringing made her jump, pulling her from her thoughts. For a second she considered not answering. But when it rang again she decided to check who was interrupting her self-pity fest.

"Gerard? What the hell are you doing here?" She asked when she opened the door. "And how do you know where I live?"

"Liam told me.”

"Has he told you my blood type and social security number as well?" She sneered, but held the door open for him to come in.

"I was worried about you, (YN)," he said softly, his eyes filled with worry.

"Gee," she started running her hands through her hair frustratedly. "How could you possibly care about me? I am useless damaged goods! I'm barely functional! I've been eating spaghettios for the last four days because I can't bring myself to go to the store. My band is about to break up, and meanwhile people think I fucked my way onto the tour of a lifetime. Everything is," her voice started to crack as she sank down on the couch. “This was supposed to be the best thing ever, and it was at first, but now it’s ruined and you should hate me.”

“Why?” He asked as he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t you think I started those rumors about us?” She looked up at him.

“No!” he replied. “God no, I know you better than that (YN). And I know those assholes from Crystal Lake Cemetery. Now I wish we never had to bring them along on this tour because it meant that I’ve had to spend time away from you these last few days.”

(YN) was dumbfounded. “Do, do you mean that?”

Gerard nodded. “Mikey told me like the second day of tour just to ask you out, but I didn’t think I’d have a chance in hell with you. And then I got to know you even better and I, I knew I was falling for you, but I still don’t believe you could feel the same way about me.”

“How could I not?” She asked, astonished.

“Because you’re this amazing up and coming star, you’re beautiful, and funny and could get any guy you could possibly want and I’m older than you, I got an ex that everyone knows and still brings up and a kid. Because I got this grey hair, and I look like this,” he said gesturing to his body as he looked down forlornly.

“Gerard, stop it,” (YN) snapped. “I will not tolerate you being so mean to someone I love.”

His head shot up, eyes wide. "(YN), do you mean that? Do you really want me?"

"More than you could ever know," she whispered, not breaking eye contact.

Gerard leaned in and kissed (YN) hard. She immediately responded by grabbing his jacket to pull him closer before reaching up to run her hand through his hair. His hands were on his waist as he leaned into her. She took the lead, pulling him back so he was laying over her on the couch. He deepened the kiss as she let him move his tongue against hers.

When they came up for air, Gerard brushed the hair out of her eyes and she laughed lightly. “I missed that sound,” he said quietly. “God, I love you (YN). Fuck what anyone says, I wanna be with you, if you’ll have me.”

“I thought that kiss made it pretty clear I do,” she laughed softly again and he blushed. “Because I love you too, everything about you.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “Would you like to go get lunch before we gotta be at the venue?” He asked when he pulled back.

“I would love nothing more than to not eat another can of spaghettios and get lunch with you,” she laughed.

They grabbed lunch at one of Gerard’s favorite spots, finding a secluded corner where they could talk away from any fans who might just happen to stop in. (YN) had been spending so much time with Gerard before Clark told her about the rumors that she felt like they had so much to catch up on after just a few days apart.

“So how was this for a first date?” Gerard asked after they finished eating.

“Perfect,” (YN) nodded contentedly. Gerard was looking at her with a soft smile on his face. “What?” she laughed.

“I’m just really happy,” he said, taking her hand.

“For the first time in quite a while, I am too,” she agreed.

When Liam saw Gerard and (YN) walking into the venue together, he sighed in relief. “Hey guys,” he said tentatively. “Everything good?”

(YN) nodded. “Yea, we got it all sorted out,” she said glancing up at Gerard, who was smiling back at her.

“Good because tonight should be the best show of the tour, and I could not put up with any more of your moping (YN),” Liam laughed.

“Thank you for your support in my time of need,” (YN) rolled her eyes.

“Gerard, there you are, you’re on for soundcheck,” the very tired look tour manager called from down the hall.

“I’ll see you later,” he said leaning in and gave (YN) a quick kiss before heading down the hall.

“So when you said sorted out,” Liam started.

“We’re together,” she blushed.

“My god, your 16 year old self must be dying right now,” Liam laughed.

“Stop,” (YN) shook her head before heading back to their dressing room.

When Garden of Woe took the stage for the last time, everyone played well, and the crowd was going crazy, but (YN) was struggling to act as if nothing was wrong. Her heart felt heavy until she glanced to the side of the stage and saw Gerard leaning against a crate, giving her a nod and a smile, reminding her that everything would be okay.

“Are you ok?” Gerard asked, wrapping her in a hug after the band took their last bow.

“Yep. Things change, but I think everything has ended up exactly where it needs to be,” she nodded before leaning in to kiss him again.

[birdsaesthetic]

Jeller babysitting Tasha’s baby for a day! (Problematic and cozy xD)

“If he cries, try to feed him or play with him—I’ve already prepared everything in his bag; here you can find his food and some of his toys. You can also find extra pajamas and diapers, though he’s all clean now and I hope he stays this way for as longer as possible.” Tasha, in a hurry, explained to Jane as she handed her her baby at the doorway—the daycare had a temporary closure today and so Tasha couldn’t think of anyone of her friends who could be trusted and did have experiences with taking care of a baby except for Jane and Kurt. 

Jane nodded in acknowledgment with a genuine smile, then Tasha continued, “He can walk by now, maybe unsteadily, but if you hold his hands on yours and encourage him, he will feel more confident.”

“Tasha! I got this. Now you gotta go.” Jane gently pushed her backward, otherwise she didn’t seem to actually go therefore she might be later for work. 

“Okay, umm, it’s almost his napping hour now, so he might want to sleep. And, last thing, if he cries so badly, like hysterically, just give me a call, okay?”

Jane, again, nodded with a smile, “Okay! don’t you worry. Be assured that he’s going to be fine with me.” Jane said, to which Tasha thanked her repeatedly, waved goodbye to her baby—almost a toddler by now—and then rushed outside the building and into the Uber, which had been waiting for her. 

The genuine smile was still on Jane’s lips, as if glued, when she closed the door behind her. Tasha, even though in a hurry, she couldn’t just easily go without making sure her little one was secure. She’d also seemed really sad to be apart from him, who became the light of her life now, like a miracle from God. 

Next Jane walked the few paces toward the living room, holding the little one in her arms. He maintained quiet, his eyes discovering his new surroundings. She put his bag aside then sat down on the couch then, holding him up so they were facing each other, she whispered to him, “Hey, Scotty!” She couldn’t resist his adorable, little face and so she grinned widely before which he blinked several times, seemingly trying to recognize her face. 

He had grown so significantly in compression to the last time she’d seen him, which had been a few months ago. Now he looked much healthier, thriving even, after gaining some weight. His eyes were dark brown and he had the tiniest of noses and Jane bent forward to give it a peck. 

After a short moment, Scott sort of began to frown, and Jane feared that since he wasn’t really familiar with her face it might cause him to reject her by crying out loud at any given moment. And just as the thought came across Jane’s mind, the little one, between her hands, actually began to fight her firm grip and the following seconds he was already crying aloud. His cries, by every passing second, became more intense, more fractious, as if he was in pain or something.

Jane tried to quieten him; she stripped off his outer sweater—which she thought was unnecessarily thick and seemed to be suffocating him—then stood up on her feet and wandered with him in her arms around the apartment, shushing him as she did so. But all that had been no use. He was persistently still crying. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay! You’re a good boy, aren’t? Huh? How about a nap? Do you wanna nap? Huh?” Jane said in whispers, and though there was no plausible way he could understand what she just said, she swore his cries got louder at the words. God, how could a tiny creature make such loud noises? It sounded like the screeching of an angry cat, only growing harsher and louder as she tried her best to subsided him!

Helpless, she held him up in the air and looked up at his balled up red face by now. His eyes were frantically searching the room for a familiar face, but when they landed on Jane’s face, his little mouth stretched wide and the cries became unbearably louder.

Jane squeezed her eyes closed at how overwhelmed she felt at this point, then, still holding him in her arms as he cried nonstop, struggled to squirm out of her arms, and waved his small fists in the air, she reached for her cell phone, which was near her sight on the couch. But just when she was scrolling through the phone in her recent contract in search of Tasha’s number, his fists, small yet surprisingly strong, caught her square in the nose and simultaneously she lost her balance and the phone fell down. 

Cursing under her breath, Jane kept a firm grip on his middle with an arm as she hunched over to grip the phone from the floor, and by now he was thrashing and wriggling like a particularly chubby eel, his cries only broke by him gasping for breaths in-between.

“Shush, Scotty, here, we’re gonna call mom now. Do you wanna call mom? Huh?” She tried to get his attention by showing him the phone as she tried yet again to search his mother’s number on the phone, which actually worked; she got his attention just about easily by doing so. Soon the harsh cries softened to snuffles. Possessively

he took the phone from her and began discovering it himself with eyes brimmed with tears and quivering lips—but most importantly he wasn’t crying now!

Catching her breath, Jane let him do so. Then she settled down on the couch with him, picked up his bag, took out his mini blanket, and tenderly laid him down over her lap to get him to sleep. He made some noises, fussed a little, but then eventually and finally he was asleep. She covered him with the blanket and, biting her lips, she took the phone between his hands as carefully as she could. 

Now she could sigh in relief. It was so quiet. His breathing was merely audible, which sounded nice, knowing he was breathing. Alive. Jane gazed down at his sleeping face, her fingertips brushing softly against his hair to fix its pattern in one side. Next her fingertips outlined his ear which felt so smooth. 

After some time, the door was opened and there was Kurt emerging through it with many bags of groceries hanging in his both hands. “Hey,” he greeted, stumbling on his way to the kitchen so he could put the groceries away. Jane watched him do so as she greeted him back with a low voice that Kurt hadn’t probably heard it. After having done that, Kurt, panting, approached her with easey footsteps. “He’s already here!” 

“Yeah,” she smiled tiredly. By now Kurt had reached her sitting on the couch, and when he bent over so he could kiss the little one, Jane recoiled back with Scott on her lap. “No, Kurt, please don’t kiss him or anything. He just barely slept after crying so badly.” Her forehead creased in a plea so he would do as told. Then, at seeing him seemingly disappointed, she rushed to say, “But I could use a kiss right now.”

Kurt cupped her face in his hands then caressed her cheeks ever so tenderly before giving her a kiss that made her hum in contentment when he pulled slowly back. A huge smile spread across her face as she maintained looking up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, before which he settled down next to her on the couch with a deep groan that made her head turn fully in his direction. “What?” She asked with a very concerned expression on her face, but he only shifted and shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Hey! Tell me,” she insisted, and her hand made its way up to be squeezing his rigid shoulder in encouragement, after having been resting upon Scott like a feather. 

“It’s just...” he trailed off, and she awaited him to say something with big, worried eyes. A second passed, two, three....“Kurt!”

“I’m just, umm,” he looked up, his eyes angled over high, “very, very hungry right now.”

Jane’s hand, the one that had been over his shoulder reassuring him, now pushed him hard. But then, one second later, unable to keep the hint of how funny that was, both sniggered, before Jane admitted that she was actually hungry too—it was already passed their normal lunch time. Kurt made room on the couch where Jane lifted sleeping Scott up from her lap then laid him there. Then together they headed toward the kitchen and began making simple lunch. Carrot and sweet potato soup with toast aside. It was very delectable, easy to make and fulfilling. Kurt had always called it The Autumnal Soup. Because its color was as orange as the falling leaves during Autumn. 

When they were halfway through eating and  exchanging pleasantries, Scott started making slight noises, though Jane heard him and simultaneously dropped her spoon then jumped to her feet. “Let me,” But Kurt was even faster; he went straight to check on him. He was totally fine though, his chubby cheeks peeking outward as he waved his arms for the pick-up he knew was coming. “Hey Scotty! It’s uncle Kurt, do you remember me?” Kurt patted the top of his head, before he hoisted him high in his arms. 

Jane smiled as she approached them. “You know, Tasha says that he can walk by now.”

“Really! Can you show us that, Scott?” Kurt pretended to sound impressed, looking down at the little one, who made a sound like a giggle. 

“Maybe after he eats!”

With Kurt having already seated Scott safely in Bethany’s high chair with the tray, Jane served him oatmeal mixed with milk in one of Bethany’s colorful bowl shaped like a fish. They really expected him to start eating by himself once they handed him a spoon, but it wasn’t until he made a whole mess and treated both the spoon and bowl as toys that they took everything away from him and alternatively began feeding him themselves.

 He bounced up and down on the chair, opening his mouth to the fullest before every spoon got into it with his hands clapping in enthusiasm. He was a really good boy, responsive and smart. 

“Do you remember when Bee was his age?” Jane asked calmly, her gaze maintained on Scott as he chewed his food. 

“Back then in Colorado? Of course I do. She was still so little though.”

“Now she's five years old and a bonnie angel.”

“Ohhh yeah! And, if Scotty eats his food, he is going to grow up so fast just like Bethany did, right?”

“Definitely!” Jane agreed cheerfully just before she placed another spoonful of food into his mouth. His eyes opened a little wider and his eyebrows rose in surprise as he gestured for more. 

It was after lunch when they brought up his toys and some of Bethany’s and scattered them all about the living room to play with him. They also encouraged him to walk by walking beside him while holding his both hands, and then they let him do it by himself. At first he was stepping so slow, by himself, moving like his knees were just hinges, and wobbling to and fro before falling on his padded bottom then giggling and clapping with screams like nothing happened and then he’d roll to his stomach to get up and do it all over again. 

After spending the whole evening like this, they fell tired, collapsing on the couch one after another. Except for Scott. Now he was walking a little faster in circles around them on the couch, calling out for them to get up and play some more with him. But instead Kurt gripped him and playfully tossed him in the air as if he were weightless, to which he screamed in absolute joy that his eyes twinkled. And when Kurt laid him down on his chest afterward, he fussed and refused to stay still, seemingly wanting to play more and more. He even didn’t stop just here, but began being so annoying by shoving his little fist into Kurt’s mouth. “What’s so interesting in my mouth?” Kurt managed to mutter, and Jane chuckled to that. “He might want to count your teeth!”

“That is not...interesting still,” Kurt took his hand and peeled it away. Perhaps this was a game he played with his mother, but it really seemed unbearable to him. 

Jane took the little one from him. “Don’t complain, I was hit on the nose earlier today by him.” 

“Oh really!”

“That what really happened yes.” She replied, then began changing for Scott into the cutest pajamas, she then put his dummy in his mouth so he would settle down, but... He wouldn’t. He was officially a toddler now that didn’t want to be held or kept still anymore; he wanted to move and walk and play. Maybe make a mess too. 

Kurt murmured something about letting him do whatever he wanted, and so Jane did so while keeping an eye on him as he wandered about the living room. “Aww! He’s so adorable when he walks like this I almost want to laugh at him.” She commented, then added, like an afterthought, “I really love him, and love Bethany too. Yes they’re annoying and make me feel so tired at the end of the day, but I just find myself love them so much.” She chuckled. “Now, I don’t really know how it feels to have a little kid of my own, but it must feel the same.”

Kurt crawled closer to her. “Wanna know how it really feels? to have your own kid? umm—how should I put it?—it feels like your heart grows infinitely wide, and you love your own kid so much in a way you never thought you were able to love anything in the world the same way.” Jane hardly blinked and looked at him, her attention poured into him as he spoke some more, “It also feels scary, and overwhelming sometimes. But the very best part about it all is when your own kid brings out the best in you, because you will realize, very early, how much that little one needs and deserves the best version of you.” 

His choice of words was so beautiful and the way he just said that, in genuine manners, made her push her lower lip out in an impressive pout, feeling awash with feels. He then shifted closer and as if revealing a secret, he quietly said, “At least this’s how it feels for me. But if you wanna have your own experience, you know that can be arranged easily!”

After having been holding his eyes for a long moment, now she rolled her eyes away from his and smiled the way one corner of her mouth tilted up when she was being coy. 

[bigskydreaming]

Scoooooooore! LOL gotta love that wayback machine. Anyone remember me talking once about this series I did back in the Dark Angel fandom, one-shots of varying length focused around Max’s family who we never really saw much of in the show? So ever since then I’ve been trying to find them anywhere, since it was before Ao3, I didn’t use ff.net for that fandom, and all the fic sites and archives that were DA specific are pretty much dead and gone-zo nowadays.....but I kept coming up empty, mostly because my dumb ass wasn’t remembering my own titles correctly. So then I started searching by plugging in actual lines I could remember from the fics themselves, and that worked, and quick question self, but explain to me how it is you can remember LINES you wrote in individual fics almost a decade and a half ago, more clearly than you can remember the freaking titles of those fics themselves?

Ah, me.

Course, I still only found half of them, but that half includes most of the ones I really like best, and of the ones still lost the only one I’m really bummed about and still trying hard to find is “Little Lightning Girl,” aka Jondy’s story.

Its always a trip reading really old stuff of yours though. I’m surprised, like, there’s stuff I’ve written from around this same time, both fanfic and original, where I’m just like YIKES, no, hard pass, we’re just gonna pretend this wasn’t a thing....but most of these hold up surprisingly well? I’m pleasantly pleased? Chuffed, almost? 

Zane’s “Zen and the Art of Not Breaking Your Customer’s Fucking Face (remember: its bad for business)” is a definite keeper, heh, I amuse myself tremendously sometimes. 

Zack’s “Rules for When the Sky is Falling (plus side: this time its not your fault)” is a little weak in spots, like there’s stuff that in hindsight I could see easily strengthening the arc in that one but I’m wondering how much of that has to do with changing/evolving views on character types in general....just because Zack was never a fave of mine back when I was watching then, but falls into a character type I have a lot more appreciation and empathy for now, and that definitely would have led me to write his story differently now than I did then. 

Ben’s “They Keep Calling Me Crazy (I say: its the world that’s gone mad)” is kinda the complete reverse.....Ben falls into a character type I have soooooo much less patience for nowadays than I did back then, mostly because of well. The over-glorification of such characters and me being like okay but what about yawn though. Reading his took me back more fully to that mindset than I’ve managed in years though, so it didn’t annoy me as much as I thought it would lmfao.

Tinga’s “A Storybook Kind of Princess (a Grimm kind of happily ever after)” is as weird to me now as it was back then. Easily one of the most experimental “I have no idea what I’m actually aiming for here, just go with it” fics I’ve ever written, and apparently fifteen years later, I STILL can’t decide if I think it worked and I actually like how it came out or not. Hahaha, what is decisiveness though, other than a myth and hashtag Fake News.

Kavi’s “I Never Learned How To Play Ball (striking out comes naturally)” is still one of the weakest of the series, that hasn’t changed.....I didn’t have a really clear idea what I wanted to do with him or where I wanted to take that and that unfortunately kinda shows and the re-reading didn’t really spark anything in terms of what I would definitely have done differently if writing it now.

Vada’s “Chase Me To The Desert, Watch Me Live, I Bet I’ll Thrive (you better believe: I was born to survive)” is the complete opposite, because its another one of those very experimental pieces where I was totally winging it because we knew next to nothing about Vada in the series and I totally just pulled everything about her character and an entire storyline for her completely out of my ass and said sure, why not go with this, but surprisingly it worked I think, and it feels disconnected enough from the rest but standing alone well enough on its own that I can probably do something original with it, as I actually really like the voice I came up with for her.

Eva’s “Big Sisters Know Best (so when I say I’ll die for you: just say thank you and never look back)” I’m actually damn proud of, because its always fun when you successfully sucker punch yourself, let alone with a plot twist you don’t see coming on the reread even though you came up with it in the first place, lmfaaaaaao, and you’re like well hot damn, I do NOT remember doing that but guess I did, wow, go me.

But the big winner for me was Syl’s “The Kind of Girl You Bring Home To Meet Your Parents (when you’ve got the kind of parents that need killing).” That was always a fave, and I’m super stoked it held up as well as it did, cuz I’d hoped it would but wasn’t sure if I was just remembering it through nostalgia-colored glasses and it hadn’t actually been all that great. 

(One of the three longest ones in that series, it was a one-shot a whopping 30K in length, in which Syl wants to hijack the local mob’s operations in order to gain access to a Manticore facility in the same city so she can blow it to kingdom come, because Syl’s a little bit crazy in that ‘I know I’ve got issues and I’m totes fine with them, especially as long as I’ve got my trusty grenade launcher’ kinda way....and so to accomplish her goals, she seduces the son of the local mob boss in order to get close to his father and the inner workings of the mob. Only she eventually realizes this kid is a fucking innocent in every sense of the word, wants nothing to do with his family or their business, hates his dad, who’s abusive as hell, and once Syl concludes what she came there to do and has everything she needs, she’s halfway out the door - well, window, technically - before she stops and groans and bangs her head softly against the wall cuz she’s like, uggggh fuck, he’s totally gonna get blamed for this and his dad’s probably gonna kill him and my Jiminy Cricket’s gonna be a fucking BITCH about it forever, so, well, looks like I don’t have a choice, guess I gotta murder his dad and overthrow the mob so he can skedaddle and live a quiet life on a farm in Bumfuck, Whereverville, god, I so did not need this tonight, thanks a lot conscience, like DID I FUCKING ASK, UMM NOO?)

So like, I think that one’s got definite potential to do something else with, possibly turn into an original project, lol.

Anyway, randomness is random, but yay Wayback machine! Still kinda bummed that I could only seem to find half of them, you’d think that’d be enough to make it easy to find the other seven but nope, apparently not. Its really only Jondy’s fic that I still really want to track down though, the other six I could live without. Okay, I kinda want to reread Brin’s and see how that one holds up too. Okay and Jace’s so never mind, scratch that, still wanna find all the other seven, lmao. (I did NOT make it easy to keep track of anywhere I was or anything I was doing fifteen years ago. The mutuals on here who knew me all the way back then can attest to that, lol. Ah me, part two).

[hitchell-mope]

(First film. Introduction to the dormitories and the first heist attempt)

Doug: So you got your basic amenities. En-suite. Walk in wardrobe. Entertainment system. On the coffee table are your new phones. Tomorrow you have a free period before your um

Jay: remedial goodness lesson.

Doug: yes. Sorry.

Mal: eh not your fault.

Doug (squeaky voiced with emotion): that’s the first time someone’s said that to me

Evie: yeah ok. Bye bye.

Doug: wait wait wait. Before your lessons tomorrow go to the IT department they’ll set you up to the schools database. Internet apps the cloud. Oh. And though it may be really tempting you might wanna stay off social media for a while. People tend to be cruel

Carlos: eh it’s nothing we can’t handle. We’ve dealt with cruelty before

Doug: pissed off heroes are a whole different breed to

Mal: the villains that raised us?

Doug: uh yeah. So anyway. On a school day you need to be inside you rooms by nine and asleep by twelve preferably

Jay: I can deal with that

Doug: PM not AM

Jay: ah

Doug: on the weekend you can stay up as long as you want provided you are rooms

(Evie shrieks)

Mal (sighing heavily): what now

Evie: these drapes are just darling

Mal: nobody cares but you

Evie: just because you have no taste magenta

(Mal’s eyes start glowing. Jay rushes to intervene. Carlos spins Doug around so he isn’t watching)

Carlos: So The IT department. Do they have a club?

Doug: yeah they meet every Saturday at noon. A buffet lunch is provided.

Carlos: who do I have to sell my soul to so I can join.

Doug: I don’t take souls or firstborns. Just show up and sign the sheet. Oh that reminds me. The other weekend electives are chess club, which I also run and hold immediately after IT club, sports, cookery and library assistance

Carlos: chess club? (Whispering to himself) I love this place

Mal: dibs on the library

Doug: wow. Nobody ever chooses the library. Usually we have to strong arm them into it

Mal: well I like books

Doug (already liking the four): alright then. Remember. Ben and I can help with anything you need. Room service is speed dial 8 on your dormitory phones. Your senior advisor for this term is Abigail Sweet the daughter of the schools doctor Joshua Sweet. Jay Carlos. If you would come with me I’ll show you your room

Carlos (practically giddy): I get to room with Jay?

Doug: yep

(Carlos lets out a happy cackle)

(Later that night. In the guys room)

Evie: ha ha we have a bath you don’t

Mal: they can use ours if they want

Evie: I hate you.

Mal: I’m sorry is that supposed to affect me?

Jay: anyway. I couldn’t get any information out of Doug.

Carlos (playing a video game): yeah. Sorry. My bad. I just really like chess and computers.

Mal: you never need to apologise

Evie: of course. The prodigal son.

Carlos: yeah yeah. I’m perfect you’re inconsequential. Get over it. Anyway Mal. What do we do first

Mal: book?

Jay: are you asking or telling

Mal: telling?

Jay: C could you get the mirror and the book. They’re on the bed that’s already reeking of Evie’s ambergris

Evie: it’s perfume

Jay: what do you think perfume is made of

Mal: eau du monstro

(She and jay high five)

Evie: yeah yeah I smell like whale carcass. Can we move on please?

Jay: sure

Mal: first we should uh. Locate the wand. I guess

Jay: mirror time

Evie: I know I know. Magic mirror/in my hand/where do we find the fairy godmother’s wand stand?

Mal: the...moozum? What’s a moozum?

Carlos: museum Mal.

Mal: ohhhh. Thank you Carlos

Jay: let’s go

(He takes them there in a puff of gold smoke)

(At the museum)

Carlos: oh crap there’s a guard

Jay: oh you’re kidding me

Evie: what?

Jay: I think this might be Mal’s area of expertise. Take a look

(Near the guard is a spindle and spinning wheel)

Mal: ah fuck. Ok let’s see now.

Jay: Mal, I believe it’s your turn

Mal: let’s see let’s see let’s see. Ah here it is. Destroy thine enemy/bring unto them pain/cancel out their heart/to ensure thy reign

(The guard gives a few sputtering breaths. Then nothing)

Evie: way to crap out magenta

Mal: you know what. I think I could swap your brain for his. Or replace it with a grain of sand. Cause that would help so much more than your unneeded comments

Jay: in other words. Shut up Evie. And let Mal do her thing. Any other ideas.

Mal (leafing through the book): not yet. Hmmmmm. Oh! Here it is. Prick the finger/prick it deep/send my enemy off to sleep

(The guard goes to touch the spindle. But hesitates)

Mal (voice quiet but powerful and reverberating through the guards head): touch the spindle. Touch it I say!

(The guards asleep)

Evie: you do sound so much like your mother mag

(Mal, unimpressed, plucks a strand of hair from Evie’s head)

Evie: owuh! What the fuck was that fit?

Mal: grey hair sis. See. Although now two will grow in its place. Like the hydra

Evie (tailing behind the others): at least the hydra had the good sense to be buried under a rock slide

(Once inside)

Carlos: So I’ve dismantled the cameras. And we know where it is. But we don’t know where it is

Mal: good boy. And nope. No we don’t

Jay: hold on

(He closes his eyes and takes and deep breath. He glows gold a second. Then stops)

Jay: down the hall. C’mon

(Halfway through the museum Carlos stops)

Jay: you ok bud

(Carlos starts hyperventilating)

Mal (rushing to him): hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey. It’s ok what’s wrong

Evie: they’re here. Why are they here. Ooh I’m sorry I ate dinner mother

Mal: what is it-oh fuck

(They’re looking at statues of their parents. Jafar in genie form. Grimhilde as queen. Cruella after the car chase. And Maleficent, green skinned and smoke enveloping her)

Jay: what the. What the FUCK are they doing here

Mal: they’re statues. Wax. I think.

Evie (hissing): that doesn’t make it better!

Mal: hey jay. Could you take Carlos outta here please. I kinda need to be alone for a minute

Jay: sure. C’mon buddy

(He carries Carlos away)

Evie: what do you need a minute for? Oh I think I’m gonna throw up.

Mal (not really paying attention): there’s a bathroom. Up the hall and to the right

(Evie runs off. Mal eyes glow and she starts breathing heavily as emerald green flames lick at her feet then she screams and the flames explode and surround her. Then they stop and she collapses on her hands and knees)

Mal: why are you still looking over my shoulder? You know I won’t fail. So I do not need you looking over my shoulder from HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY!!!!

(She weeps. Then pulls herself together forgetting that no one can see her. She stalks over to the inscription)

Mal: what the hell?

(This is how “when you’re evil” starts. After the song. Mal is passed out on the flagstone floor. Carlos and jay and kneeling over her. Carlos is worriedly shaking her trying desperately to wake her up)

Carlos (nearing tears): M. M please. Please wake up. Please. I need you to wake up. Jay. Try it again. Please try again

(Jay uses magic to summon water from a nearby drinking fountain and splashes Mal’s face. It doesn’t work. Carlos breaks down in sobs and clings to Jay. This makes Mal wake up)

Mal: what happened? How long was I out for?

(Carlos, still crying, throws his arms around Mal who returns the hug)

Mal: hey, hey buddy it’s ok. I’m ok. Look at me. I’m fine

Carlos (tears streaming down his face): I can’t be alone. I don’t want to be alone

Mal: you’d still have jay. And Evie.

Carlos: it’s not the same

Evie: hey guys I think I found it. Oh god what happened?

Jay: Mal was out cold. We couldn’t wake her

Evie (now cottoning onto the reason why Carlos is crying): oh. But she’s ok now.

Mal: yeah. I am. I must’ve passed out when I burned the room. So why doesn’t it look burnt?

Jay: I fixed it. Covering our tracks.

Mal: take us to the wand then

(Evie teleports them to the stand)

Mal: Carlos. It’s ok if you don’t want to.

Carlos: no. No. I’m fine. I can do it. Umm. Force field. I think. Not exactly weapons grade cause, you know, what is, but I think someone with like low level magic can get through

(They all look at Evie)

Evie: I hate you all

Mal: same. Now go

(Evie heaves a heavy sigh. She passes under the railing. Her hand gets through the force field. Next thing they know she’s thrown backwards and hitting the opposites wall. Then alarm starts)

Mal: great job indigo

Evie: next time YOU CAN DO IT THEN

Carlos (hands over his ears): how about we get out of her then Mal can murder Evie in peace!

Jay: agreed. Come on.

(The run back to the entrance. Carlos shuts off the alarm. Mal puts the guard back to sleep. Jay poofs them back to the boys room)

Evie: that was

Mal: a fucking festival of mediocrity

Carlos: I’m sorry

Mal: you have nothing to feel sorry for. Or you jay. Evie and I on the other hand

Evie: of course it’s somehow my fault

Jay: blaming each other won’t accomplish anything. But come ON Evie. Seriuosly?

Evie: you would’ve done THE SAME THING!

Jay: ya got a point

Carlos: so what do we do now.

Mal: sleep. Then. I guess we go to school.

(Evie groans loudly. Jay winces. Carlos’s face lights up)

(Elsewhere)

Ben: so how did it go

Doug: Carlos signed up for chess and IT club.

Ben: I’ve been meaning to ask. Your technologically illiterate. So

Doug: I gotta learn don’t I

Ben: fair do’s.

Doug: Mal wants to do the library work

Ben (big nervous smile on his face): so they’re settling in well. How do the like their rooms?

Doug: Evie likes the drapes. When I left Carlos was clearing out the mini fridge. And jay is a bit miffed that he has no bath

Ben: good, good and we can fix that

Doug: you know this might actually work. Strangely they seem to like me.

Ben: who wouldn’t like you? You’re amazing

Doug: well. Mal Jay and Carlos like me. I think. Evie looks straight through me.

Ben: you’re a good guy. Give her time. She’ll see

Doug: and that right there is why I’m not letting you say that ever

Ben: why.

Doug: Chad is a “good guy”. The Fanon interpretation of Captain James T Kirk of the starship Enterprise is a “good guy”. Gaston was a “good guy”. If you tell Evie that I’m a “good guy” that’s basically saying I’ll ankle chain her to the stove in shorthand

Ben: huh?

Doug: you don’t watch many romcoms do you?

Ben: only Gilmore Girls

Doug: ...Fanon interpretation of Dean Forester

Ben: OH MY GOD!!!! Oh I’m so sorry

Doug: don’t worry about it. The important thing is they feel welcome.

Ben: yes. We did good today

Doug: yes.

Ben: well. Good night. Unless of course

Doug: captain marvel or infinity war?

Ben: infinity war please

Doug: get it set up I’ll fetch snacks

Ben: yay

(In Belle and Adam’s bedroom)

Adam: I don’t like it. At all.

Belle: well it’s not up to you.

Adam: it should be. If I had my way I’d have raised taxes

Belle: knowing our son he’d tax the rich

(Adam shudders)

Belle: it’s not actually a bad idea. Least I remind you we are French after all

Adam: what’s your point?

Belle: Ben is doing what he believes is right. And I for one will not fault him for that

Adam: oh don’t you worry. Leave the fault finding to me

Belle: you are rather adept at that if nothing else. Get to your bed. I’m going for a walk

(She goes to Ben’s. She peeps into the door way to find Ben on a beanbag stonefaced)

Belle: what’s wrong?

Doug: Loki just copped it

Belle: oh. Um.

Ben: it was sad the first time. But after 18 viewings it’s a tad underwhelming

Belle: ah. How did it go this afternoon?

Ben (brightening up): it went really well.

Belle: that’s good. But don’t stretch yourself too thin ok

Ben: ok mom. Hey. Can I have a tattoo?

Belle: nope

Ben: aww worth a shot. Doug has one

Doug: it’s a birthmark. And it’s on a pick axe that I’ll inherit from my father. Not on me

Belle and Ben: I stand corrected then

Belle: boys when the movie is finished you are to go straight to bed and Doug is to go to his room. Ok

(The boys mumble in agreement)

Belle: good night

Boys: night

(Back on the island)

Grimhilde: oooh close but no cigar

Maleficent: do shut up

Jafar: what the hell did she do?

Maleficent: collapsed. Like a child having a fit

Grimhilde: then the Apple truly does not fall far

Jafar: this is true. You did have a fit

Grimhilde: may have been rage but a fit nonetheless

Maleficent: would you both like to spontaneously combust

(They stay silent)

Maleficent: good. It took sixteen years for my plan to come to fruition. And I can wait again.

Jafar: and what exactly are you planning on doing to them should they succeed?

Maleficent: separate them for good. My daughter becomes the puppet. Your son in a lamp bound to serve you. The girl married off to Westerguard. And the boy chained in his mothers abode.

Grimhilde: I adore those odds.

Jafar: and their magic?

Maleficent: expunged from their being

(Back in the boys room)

Jay: so how’d you wanna do this?

Carlos: I still don’t know why there are two beds. If I’m your roomie shouldn’t there only be one

Jay: as always you are correct C. And I have an idea

Carlos: I’m listening...

Jay: we put our stuff on the bed next to the window. We can unpack after class. And we share the bed next to the walk in wardrobe oof

(Carlos tackles him in a bear hug)

Carlos: nothing changes?

Jay: nothing changes bud

(Meanwhile in the girls room they’re fighting over who gets the bed next to the window. Evie wins by putting her makeup bag down. Mal get her revenge by getting the toilet brush and whacking it on the pillow)

Evie: that was just uncalled for

Mal: smells better then your face junk

Evie: you’re a real class act you know that right?

Mal: yes. Oh by the way. Bags-eye the bathroom from now until we leave

Evie: SHIT!

(Mal cackles)

[a-courtof-sarah-j-maas]

Feysand Modern- Chapter 8

Feyre POV

Ever since Rhys suggested that we go back to his place, I have been nervous. I could feel my heartbeat pounding, accelerating, excessively. Not only are we going to be “hanging out” in his room, but also, Cassian and Azriel will see us together. This means that eventually Nesta and Elain will find out, which means when I get home I will most likely be bombarded with questions like: How long have you and Rhys been dating? Do you love him? Is he a good kisser? And frankly, I don’t want to be asked all of those questions. Rhys grabs my hand, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and he lifts it to his mouth, and kisses it. The minutes his mouth leaves my hand, I miss the warmth and heaviness of it. He whispers, “It’ll be alright Feyre.” Immediately, most of my worries vanished, and I let the feel of our fingers laced with each others take over.

The moment that we pulled into Rhys’ driveway, I smile a little, remember what happened the last time I was here. It’s the first time I felt happy after Tamlin and what happened with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and walked up the stairs together, until Rhys took his other hand and fished in his pocket for his key. The moment we got in the house, I hear Cassian walking downstairs asking, “Rhys, how did the date--” He paused when he was halfway down the stairs, and he saw me. “Feyre, what are you doing here?” He asked slightly confused. I smile sheepishly, and think, here goes nothing, “I was Rhys’ date…” Cassian looks between us and at our interlaced hands, and he smiled. He grins goofishly, and exclaims, “I can’t wait to tell Nes.” I automatically groan, and cover my blushing face with my hand.

“And that’s our que to leave…” Rhys exclaims sarcastically, and suddenly takes my hand and drags me up the stairs, and to his room. He closes the door and leads me to sit on his bed, with him. On his bed. “Feyre, darling, what kind of food do you want? I’m gonna call it in and ask them to deliver.” Umm, I think quickly. “Thai?” He smiles, nods, ands orders it in. Somehow without asking, he knows my favourite is red curry and chicken pad thai, or maybe it’s his favourite too. Finally, when he gets off the phone, he looks straight at me, and asks, “What do you want to do?” I was too busy looking at his lips move, while he was speaking to even comprehend the question he asked. They are so full, plump, so... kissable. The next thing I see is Rhys waving his hand and snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Feyre? Earth to Feyre?” I blink myself out of my daze, and blush. “Sorry, Rhys…” I muttered. “No need to apologize, I know you can’t help staring at this.” He exclaims with a grin, gesturing, once again to his handsome face. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, and pulls me into an embrace against his chest. I look up at him, our faces inches apart, and ask, “What do you wanna do…?” I bite my lip, trying to get rid of the thoughts I am having. He grips my chin between his two fingers, gently, and looks right in my eyes and whispers, “I.. I would like to kiss you.” I respond before I lose my boldness, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Rhys surges forward, and places his lips on mine, softly, letting me take the lead. This is do different then when Tamlin and I kissed, he would claim me, branding me as a possession, he dominated me making me cower in fear. Where as Rhys, being the gentleman he is, lets me choose the pace, the speed. His lips cover mine, shaping around them smoothing, until his tongue darts out, flicking my lower lip. I breathlessly gasp, and open my mouth slowly, allowing his tongue to seep in. His tongue is nowhere, then it is suddenly everywhere. It touches the roof of my mouth, and then tangles up with my tongue. He releases a groan into my mouth at my taste, which automatically has me whimpering in his. He detaches our lips, and whispers, “God, I fucking love that sound.” At those words, I feel the heat gather in a place that is lower than my belly. I gulp, not knowing how to respond.

Within the next half an hour, we talk about ourselves, as we would have done on a normal date, and we kissed periodically in between. Okay, that was an understatement, because we definitely kissed more than we spoke. Just as it was getting heated for the... 10th time?... Azriel walked in and cleared his throat awkwardly, stating that the food was here. He left with a heated blush at interrupting our *ughm* activities, and the minute he left, me and Rhys started laughing furiously at his reaction.

We made our way down the stairs, hand in hand. It was still that honeymoon stage in our relationship, where we loved to be touching every minutes possible, and I don’t think either of us minded it. Rhys, let go of my hand, and I immediately felt the warmth seep out, but only to get plates to put our food on. But he didn’t only get 2, he got 4. “Feyre, darling, I hope you don’t mind, but Cass and Az are gonna eat with us.” I grabbed his hand and made a small smile, “No problem.” He pulled out my chair for me, and placed my plate and utensils down, and then he sat down right next to me. He smiled instantly, but then started shoveling food in his mouth, and at his antics, I snorted. “So, Feyre, how’s your job going?” He asked, obviously, trying to start a conversation. “It’s great, but my hours aren’t too long, thank god. My initial job is selling my painting online, but my profits aren’t too great.” He looks shocked at this and asks, “You sell your paintings to strangers, when you haven’t even shown them to me?” He places a hand over his heart, and makes a flabbergasted expressions that leaves me giggling. “Can you pull up the website?” He fishes into his pocket, and grabs his cellphone. He puts his thumb on the home button, and opens the internet app for me.

I type in my blog’s name and click enter, and it shows up. My breath hitches and shortens, what if he doesn’t like it? What if he thinks it’s stupid or lame? But his face lights up as he scrolls down, and he smiles. He looks at me in awe, and he looks speechless. “Did you actually paint all of these?” He murmurs, his eyes still glued to the screen. “Yeah, it’s nothing special--” “What do you mean? They’re amazing... You’re amazing.” I blush again, unable to hide my happiness.

After another few minutes, of hushed conversations between Rhys and I. Cassian and Azriel come and sit at the table. They are very polite, but not too much where it seems fake or artificial. I look at Cassian, and I immediately smile, because he is laughing at something Rhys said. His laughter and joy is contagious, and I now understand why him and Nesta work. While he is funny and a little boisterous as times, he seems like the type of guy that is loyal and compassionate towards those he loves. Then my gaze flickers to Azriel, and though he is quiet, he is no less compassionate. My eyes lower to his hands, in which they are horribly scarred, probably at a young age too. But that doesn’t stop him from smirking, or smiling at the conversation we are having. We sit at the table talking for hours, having conversations about the most random things, me and Rhys, my work, my blog, Cassian and Az’s jobs.

At about 10:30 in the night, the doors to the house swing open, and in come Nesta and Elain, as they let themselves in with their spare set of keys. When they see me, they run up to me and as expected, bombard me with questions like: Why am I here? How did my date go? Who’s the lucky man? But before I can answer any of the questions, as promised, Cass interrupted--”Feyre and Rhys are dating.” It goes silent for about a minute, and Elain and Nesta look at me, eyeing me, as if they don’t believe that it is true. I nod, trying to convey the message, and then Elain smiles. Although my sisters don’t say anything, I know they are both relieved and happy for me. The tensions seeps out from their shoulders, relieved that I have found someone after Tamlin. At that moment, Nesta looks at Rhys and states nonchalantly, “If you hurt my sister in any sort of way, you and your favourite part will regret it.” Rhys gulps, and his face immediately pales, and he nods at Nesta. She smirked and remarked, “Good.” Then she returned to her conversation with her boyfriend. Rhys looked at me as if he had just wet his hand, and I laughed and lightly shoved him, mentally telling him to knock it off.

As Rhys and I join the conversation, I can’t help but feel happy, giddy almost. The blush on my cheeks refuse to go away, and I find myself giggling at almost everything Rhys says. Under the table, Rhys grabs my hand, unexpectedly, and laces our fingers together. My thumb starts to stroke the back of his hand, as if it has a mind of its’ own, and I look down at it. Then I look up, and smile at Rhys. He smiles back, and brings up our entwined hands to his lips, and kisses the back of mine, discreetly, then sets it gently back on his knee. As the night gets later and later, we keep talking and drinking, and I see this in my future. I see us being a family, all of us. The last thing I remember is leaning back on Rhys’ shoulder and chest, and closing my eyes, taking in the sounds and sight of my friends and family together.

***

“Shshsh, don’t wake her up.” I hear Elain whispering, and suddenly I am floating. My head is cradled against something hard, but soft, and it feels entirely different. My eyes peak open, and I stare up at the handsome face of Rhys cradling me against his chest, his arms under my back and knees, carrying my up the stairs. “Rhys.. where are we going?” I ask, my voice still mulled with sleep. “My room, everyone is staying over the night.” I smile in response, and once again murmur, “Okay.”

He lays me down on the bed, and tucks me into the covers, and then strips himself of his shirt, but luckily... thankfully, leaves his pants on. He hops into bed, almost eagerly, and wraps an arm around my waist, and wraps my legs in his. He picks up a piece of my stray hair, and tucks it behind my ears, and gets close enough, to where I can feel his breath on my neck. I wonder if he knows what he does to me, how he makes me feel. If he knows how my heart rate picks up whenever we touch, or even when I see him. His other hand is lulling me to sleep by drawing soothing circles on my back and sides. His touch isn’t seductive nor arrogant, it’s soft and gentle. He leans over some more, and as I am on the verge of my dreams, he whispers in my ear, “Good night, Feyre.”

[101scenes]

Wanna-One Lee Daehwi - Backstage Pt. 1

✿ featuring: lee daehwi, ong seongwoo

✿ genre: fluff, drama

✿ word count: <2000

✿ summary: another performing arts showcase may have just turned into a love story to be remembered.

• you were the backstage helper of the school hall

• usually you would help out during performances

• moving props, pulling the curtains, and mainly controlling the sound system on the soundboard

• so it was no surprise that you came face-to-face with many of the performing arts teams in your school

• you had made friends with people from the string ensemble, choir, symphonic band and the drama club

• so everytime they were backstage, you would have plenty of time to make some small-talk with them, and give them pep talks as they were about to go on stage

• one week, you had to help out in another performing arts showcase in your school

• on the date of the first rehearsal, as you were setting up the sound system, you spotted the drama club entering from the side door

• “hey Y/N! there you are!”

• you spun around to see ong running towards you at unnatural speeds

 • with quick reflexes, you snatched your headphones off from your ears, placing it on the side-table, before giving him a tight hug

• he lets go, putting his arm around your shoulder 

• “how have you been? haven’t seen you since the last showcase”

• “oh i’ve been well,”

• as you directed your eyes from him, you spotted through the drama club a boy with shiny silver hair, as if he were a mermaid of some sorts

• he was smiling and laughing, slapping his friend on the back

• you couldn’t help but stare in awe at his beauty

• ong noticed and called him over

• “hey daehwi! i want to you to meet someone,”

• hearing that gave you the sudden jitters

• you became self-aware of your own outlook

• a regular maroon hoodie, matched with some blue jeans that you probably haven’t washed in 2 days and a pair of black and white sports shoes

• {oh gosh i’m a mess..}

• he came bouncing over

• “yes hyung?”

• “this is Y/N, she works backstage. we would have to work with her a lot, so be nice okay? Y/N, this is daehwi, our new member of the club.”

• daehwi nodded, and his eyes diverted to you

• “hello, im daehwi, nice to meet you!”

• you couldn’t snap yourself out of your daze staring at his amazing silver hair, and you blurted out:

• “your hair looks so cool..”

• ong heard, and immediately started giggling in a corner

• daehwi was caught off guard, and immediately looked away in shock

• it took you a few seconds to realise what you just said

• “oh mY GOD i mean- sorry ahafnrj nice to meet you too, please ignore my question”

• you said as you tugged the ends of your sleeves as hard as possible behind your back, trying to cover up your embarrassment with a slight smile

• “oh! haha its alright! i dyed it recently..”

• he trailed off as he continued to fiddle with his silver fringe

• fortunately, your little conversation was interrupted by the start of rehearsal

• “great,” you thought, “i got out of that awkward situation..”

• as rehearsal started, you quickly got to your sound and lights station and switched on the stage light, to reveal ong striding along the stage with the sassiest look you’ve ever seen

• you can’t help but laugh at the scene, switching on some dramatic music in the background

• as you look around, you see daehwi sitting behind the curtains, reading the script as he tapped his pencil on his temple with a pouty look on his face

• he must be deep in thought.. why isn’t he acting with the others?

• but you ignored that fact, and continued to queue the lights and sounds as when needed

• soon enough, you see daehwi getting up from his spot, getting ready to run onto stage

• as he ran on stage, he did an internal monologue for about 10 seconds, then ran off stage again

• and for the rest of the time, he sat in another corner, reading the script and watching all his friends act, with an occasional giggle out of his lips

• soon enough, he got up and left backstage

• you was puzzled about where he was going in the middle of rehearsal, especially when they weren’t even done with the play

• but you tried to ignore the fact again, switching on another soundtrack for the actors

• but you just could not get the fact that he was out of your sight

• you were generally quite concerned with him

• it was halfway through the rehearsal, and their stage director called for a break

• everyone stretched and pulled backstage, then ran out for a drink break

• you continued sitting at the soundboard station, whipping out your phone to check instagram

• it was filled with all your friends going to the shopping centre after school, going on dates with their significant others

• your heart sank as you felt left out and began to drift off into your dreamland

• {maybe i shouldn’t have joined the backstage crew-}

• but your thought was quickly cut off by the tap on your shoulder

• you woke up from your daydream, only to see daehwi offering you a cup of ice mocha frappe, with another in his other hand

• “hey y/n, i got you something to wake you up, must be quite lonely sitting up here by yourself,”

• still in shock from whats happening, you took the frappe from his hands

• “thank you, its nice of you to think about me,”

• you realised what you said and could have been taken in the wrong way

• you looked at him to spot his reaction, and it was him looking away while sipping on his frappe looking a bit flustered

• his cheeks turned bright red as the silence dragged on

• “y-yeah.. it’s okay, you don’t need to pay me back, my treat”

• he pulled up the other stool and sat down next to you

• you sipped on the frappe {its actually quite nice}

• “you sure?” you prompted

• “yes yes, don’t insist, my answer is always yes”

• you smiled and thanked him again

• he starts to look around on the soundboard with all the switches

• he looked like a curious puppy and he peered around each switch

• it was actually quite adorable

• “whats this?”

• he pointed at a joystick attached to the far right of the system board

• “oh its the spotlight, want to try? ong is right there”

• you pointed to ong, who stood behind the curtain with his camera mode on, checking himself out

• daehwi nodded and giggled, switching on the spotlight only to shine on ong

• ong quickly noticed

• “hey! Y/N, are you doing that??”

• ong looked surprised that the act of stroking his own ego has been spotted by others

• you two ducked under the system, only laughing at him below, frantically trying to find you

• “haha, i might have gotten you in trouble, Y/N,”

• “it’s fine, that guy probably deserved it,”

• you got back up on your stool, looking back down at ong who is still looking around 

• you cracked a smile

• however, this was noticed by daehwi

• “Y/N?”

• “yeah?”

• “um, funny question. do you.. happen to li-”

• “drama club! rehearsal is starting now!”

• daehwi seemed shocked by the announcement

• “continue,” you said

• “umm, i think ill go first haha, it’s not important anyway. see you later!”

• daehwi grabbed his frappe and quickly speed-walked out of the room, closing the door behind him

• you were curious of what he wanted to ask, but never got the chance to talk to him for the rest of the rehearsal 

• the next time you saw him was the following rehearsal

• while you were setting up, you saw familiar faces flow into the room, one by one

• unknowingly, you tried to look for the head of silver hair through the crowd of 20

• but you didn’t seem to spot him

• you spotted ong talking to a group of thespians

• you patted him on the shoulder

• he spun around and greeted you with the same joyful face he always had

• “how are you, kid?”

• you rolled your eyes

• “you are 4 months older than me, and my well-being is the least of my concerns at the moment. do you happen to know where daehwi is?”

• he looked away and did not seem too happy about your statement

• he replied with a mere “i’m not sure,”

• before he continued talking to his group 

• that was rude

• you just walked over to your station and sat down

• you felt a bit sad that he wasn’t there to talk to you

• {was it him or the frappe that actually lingers through my mind?}

• soon enough, rehearsal started

• and a few moments later, daehwi burst through the doors

• he was panting very heavily, with a concerned look on his face

• ong rolled his eyes at his entrance

• “i’m- sorry about- being late-!”

• the director just reminded him not to be late again, and asked him to place his things down backstage

• ong looked a bit smug, and muttered something under his breath

• you were a bit relieved he was here 

• {wait what? why am i caring about him so much?}

• as you switched to the next soundtrack, you heard a few knocks at the door, and daehwi enters

• “hey~ haha”

• shocked by his presence you asked him why he was here and not rehearsing

• he placed an oddly bright pink bag behind one of the tables

• “oh, i don’t have any parts in this segment, and i have nowhere else to go, sorry if im bothering you”

• “it’s okay! you are welcomed here anytime”

• you smiled, which made him rub the back of his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed

• you patted the stool next to you, ushering him to sit down as well

• the next few hours were accompanied by daehwi and his occasional banter, talking about life and asking about yours

• there were laughs and gossiping, which made you lose your focus on the script and actually missed a queue and got reprimanded by the director

• he apologised profusely but you just laughed it off saying it happens a lot with you

• the rehearsal gone past in a flash and soon enough, you were switching off the system and packing up the area

• as you was cleaning up, daehwi stood there, looking a bit bothered by something

• once you were done, you pulled your haversack over your back, ready to leave

• however, he stopped you in my tracks

• “um, Y/N, this is for you”

• he handed you the pink bag that was hidden behind the table

• “i-i hope you like it”

• shocked, your face turns red

• “why did you buy this for me?” you asked, looking pleasantly surprised

• he fiddled with his fingers and bit his lower lip

• “well i actually went to the mall to get this for you but i lost track of time and may have been the reason why i was late..” he mumbled

• you hugged him from the front, which made him a bit shocked but he embraced it by hugging back

• “thank you for going through the trouble for me”

• he flushed red as you said that, and left soon after you said your farewells

• while walking out of the backstage room, you spotted ong not too far away in front walking away

• {but the other drama club members left 20 minutes ago, why would he be here?}

• you were aware of his bad mood today so you decided not to approach him when you normally would

• once you got home, you opened up the present

• it revealed a small fluffy puppy toy, with a note accompanying it

• it read “if you are ever feeling down you can come looking for me, or maybe this puppy :)”

• you hugged the puppy dearingly and fell back onto your bed

• the performance showcase is only a few days away.. 

✿ i hope you enjoyed this one, i’ll be writing pt. 2 soon~

✿ you may also notice some pronoun errors, i’ll keep correcting them! don’t worry hah

-crmbs

[tohruhinada]

Confessions in the Snow: Jake X Reader

I do not own any rights to Homestuck or any of its characters. Homestuck is owned by Andrew Hussie. Enjoy ^u^

    I am super excited; not only do I get to finally see some snow for the first time in my life, but I also get to hang out with my cru-friend Jake English. He promised to take me to a nice mountain peak where there will definitely be snow. He is the best friend ever! Ever since we met back in elementary school, we went on all sorts of adventures. We’ve visited many different types of forest, lots of caves, the Savannah, a couple of deserts, and so many other places. We still hung out in between adventures, but all we did was watch shitty movies or shooting practice.

    I pack up lots of warm clothes, then throw my bags through the transportalizer that leads to Jake’s. Once done, I jump through, flying out the other end and landing in a pair of strong arms waiting to invite me into their warmth. “ Haha, looks like you have just fallen out of heaven.” I laugh at his joke, earning a small blush and chuckle.

“ Alright you flirt, when are we going to the mountains?” I poke his nose, cackling a little. He sets me down, laughing a bit.

“ Right away my dear friend! We will be leaving shortly. I have finished packing up myself, roughly before you fell for me.” He gives me his signature dual pistols and a wink, causing a blush to brush my cheeks. He adjusts the transportalizer to bring us to the base of the mountain. This way we can make it to the top before nightfall. 

Upon arrival, I realize something, “…Jake”

“Hmm? Yes [name]?”

“WHERE’S THE SNOW!!!!” Jake just simply laughs as i throw my hands in the air towards the top of the mountain.

“ Don’t worry [name], there will be snow, its just too early right now.”

“Alright, if you say so Jakey.”

“ Well lets not diddle daddle down here all day, or we wont reach the top.”

“ YAY CLIMBING TIME!!!” I do all my necessary prep before the two of us scale up the mountain.

JAKE’S POV

We make it about halfway up the mountain, a little after noon now, “ How about we stop for something to eat now?”

“ Hmm, lunch sounds really good right now. OH! I made some sandwiches!”

“ Spectacular! I would very much enjoy one dear.”

“ Dear?” Her cheeks are a light pink as she chuckles, “ Since when did you start calling me dear?”

I blush a little dark and look away, rubbing the back of my neck, “ O-Oh well I thought it would be perfectly fine since I do see you as my dear friend of course.” I let out a nervous chuckle.

“ Oh… of course…” She let’s out a sigh and smiles almost sadly…… SHUCKBUSTERS DAMMIT ENGLISH! What did I do? Was it something I said!

We continue eating in silence until I notice the changes in the sky

“ What is it Ja-” Her eyes widen and I can’t help but smile.

“ Its snowing dear.“ 

” OMG ITS SNOWING!!! JAKEY DO YOU SEE THIS!?“

” Haha, yes I see the snow.“ I chuckle lightly as she gleefully spins in place, arms wide as she looks up at the sky. I stare for a moment, admiring how her [hair c/s] hair sways with her, and how the snow makes her [skin color] skin glow. Gosh darn it English, tonight must be the night. Don’t wimp out.

[NAME’S] POV

After lunch we continued our hike, and Jake is constantly checking on me. I keep getting lost in my thoughts about how my heart races when he calls me dear, or how pink my cheeks get knowing this is all for me. He is just so sweet, so kind, so hot…… umm…. ignore that last one -///-

*cough* Anyways back to reality, we soon reach the top, the sun setting at the moment. We put all our stuff down and I get ready to set up, ” I’ll get the tents.“

” Wait [name] I’ll get those in a bit… I umm… wanna try something first.“ He appears nervous, but I just simply tilt my head.

” What is it you want to do?“

” I want you to close your eyes then lay down.“

I smirk, ” Kinky.“

He instantly turns beet red, ” I-I’m not doing anything funny or inappropriate I promise!“ I giggle and close my eyes. I hear him take a deep breath before he helps me lay down. the snow is cold, but oddly soothing, and with Jake now laying beside me, I feel as warm as my cheeks are right now. ” Okay open them.“

I slowly open my eyes and I could not believe it. The clouds scattered just enough for the beautiful starry night sky to become visible. ” This… this is just breath taking…“

” Heh I know… happy birthday [name]…. um [name]? What are you doing?“

I can feel his gaze upon me as I lay there with my eyes closed once again, ” Trying to make sure every detail from today is etched permanently in my mind.“ I can hear him take another deep breath then begin to shift, soon his hand cupping my cheek, causing me to open my [color] eyes and gaze into his forest green ones. ” W-What are you doing Jake?“

His thumb lightly rubs, ” Oh you know, just umm… stargazing…“ In honesty, I don’t know which of us is blushing darker. ” And umm… wanting to do… well this.“ He slowly leans forward until our lips meet, kissing me gently. I take a moment before I finally respond and kiss back softly. After a moment, he pulls away and looks at me with a heart throbbing smile, ” [name], you mean so much to me and I want you to know just how much I love you and how I always have.“

I hug him tightly and peck his cheek, ” I love you so much too Jakey, you have done so much for me that I’m still astonished that today is all because of my birthday.“

” For you dear, I would go to the moon and back.“ He holds me close and I nuzzle into his warmth, smiling gently.

Soon a cold breeze comes by and we both shiver, ” How about we continue after we set the tents?“

” Good idea.“ I giggle before we both get up and set the tent, then we spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s warmth.

Best. Birthday. Ever!

[captainvictoryboat]

Behind The Scenes 3 (3.5/???)

Author’s note: So I’ve been looking over the parts of BTS 3 that I have so far... and omg I just want you guys to get to the Japanese cities! To me, that is where I notice most of the drama happening! Sorry that this part is shorter than the last, but its because its the continuation. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: drama??? idk

Word count:1720

City: Beijing, China (3rd day)

Summary: Jungkook’s late bithday outing continued

WARNINGS: Physical abuse

Other Parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

Jungkook slowed down even more, taking in the image of Suga all over his “girlfriend”. Suga was standing over y/n as she stared up at with a smile on her face. “What the fuck are they doing? Why are they holding hands?!?”

-

BACK TO Y/N

“Ah-hem!” You and Suga turned to find Jungkook standing next to the two of you. “So… What’s going on here?” he asked.

When you saw Jungkook, you immediately pulled your hands away from Suga.

“Y/n is cold.” Suga said blankly.

Jungkook looked down at you. “Then let me be the one to warm you up!” He smiled. He pulled Suga’s sweater off you and placed his own jacket over your shoulders.

Jimin cringed his face when he noticed Jungkook was back. “Are you guys done?” he asked. “Let’s get going!”

“We’re going.” Jungkook said grabbing your hand.

-

After visiting a few more stores, you all found an adorable candy store. It was wall to wall candy and decorated so colorfully. In a rush of excitement, you all dispersed across the store.

You happened to have followed Suga when you both got excited about looking for the chocolates. Sadly, Jungkook’s hand found yours and he kept you close to him, staying by the giant lollipops. You were staring up the rainbow colored ones at the top of the shelf, when you felt Jungkook give you a back hug, “Can we do a “time out” real quick?” he whispered into your ear.

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to one side of the store with less people.  “So, earlier when I saw you and Yoongi, its best that like- just don’t do stuff like that with him. It would have been bad if a fan saw you guys.”

“Oh, well it’s not like it meant-“

“I don’t care what it meant or didn’t mean, just be careful cuz people are always watching!” he snapped.

“…Ok…” you peeped.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry… it’s just… trying to keep up with the whole truce thing…”

“Yeah. I get it… Thanks.”

“…Time in? Or did you want to say anything?”

You shook your head. “Time in.” To sort of make up for it all, you pulled Jungkook into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around you. “C’mon, let’s get ourselves a shit ton of candy.”

“But I still don’t have any money.” You whispered.

“I know. I’ll pay for it… Just please don’t buy any cotton candy.” He laughed.

“I won’t.” you smiled

You both went around the store, goofing off, picking out candy and playing with the little toys they also sold.

After about half an hour, you all bought an armful of candy and went back to the van. On the ride home, you sat with Jungkook because you both decided that it was best to post an update.

“Hi ARMY!” Jungkook smiled. “Again I want to thank all of you for the happy birthday wishes. The guys, y/n and I just finished my late birthday outing. Right Jagi?” He asked pointing the phone at you.

“Yup.” You smiled shyly.

“Where did we go?”

“Um, we went shopping for you… We went to eat and you forgot your phone.” you laughed. “Then more shopping, then we got all this candy!” you smiled, holding up the bag of various candies.

Jimin poked his head into the shot. “Look at all this chocolate!” He exclaimed, fanning out a few chocolate bars.

Jungkook zoomed in on the bag of candy he bought for the two of you. “All this candy and it’s still not as sweet as my jagi!”

“Not that dumb line again!” Jimin yelled. He took the phone from Jungkook. “Ok ARMY, for all our sakes I’m going to end the video now. Bye!”

The rest of the ride back was chill. You all mostly showed each other what you got and just ate candy.

-

The three of you came back in to the hotel room to find V already sleeping in the bed he shared with Jimin.

“Tae! Wake up! We got candy!” Jimin exclaimed as he jumped on top of V to wake him up.

You and Jungkook giggled at Jimin’s hyper mood as you both walked over to your side of the room. For some reason the lights were off, but you could have sworn you left them on when you left. “Maybe Tae turned them off when he got back.” You thought.

You placed your candy on the dresser and slipped off Jungkook’s jacket.

Both you and Jungkook froze when you noticed a figure in your bed.

“You fucking scared me!” Jungkook shouted.

Jimin and V went to the halfway point of the room to take a peek at what was going on.

The lamp next to the bed flicked on and illuminated Rap monster’s face. Under the yellow light the features of his dark expression looked much more intense. “Did little y/n have some fun?” his voice was dark and stern.

You knew not to ignore him, but you didn’t know how to answer him. “Um- I- uh-“

Rap monster stepped off the bed and slowly made his way over to you. “Wasn’t the city so beautiful? It must be so fun to go out and travel and see the world! This must feel like a vacation, doesn’t it?” He questioned mockingly.

The others stayed motionless as you struggled to think of something to say. “Umm, I-“ you could  feel yourself taking steps back as he inched his was up to you.

Suddenly Rap monster clamped his hands around your throat and slammed you against the wall. “Listen to me you fucking bitch! This isn’t some fucking getaway! Just because we aren’t at the dorm, doesn’t mean you can go around getting comfortable!” He tightened his grip and you couldn’t breathe.

Your finger reached for his hands, but you were already weak and your attempts did nothing.

“Let go of her!” Jimin shouted. He ran over to try and get Rap monster off you.

Rap monster swiftly slipped one hand off your neck and used it to elbow Jimin in the face as he came up to him.

Jimin quickly fell to the floor on impact. “Fuck!” He huffed as he grabbed his eye.

Rap monster pulled you close to him and then slammed your head against the wall. “I own you! Don’t you forget that!” He spat. His hands loosened from your neck and a smirk grew on his face as he watched your body slide down to the floor. With nothing more to add, he calmly left the room.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked once the hotel door clicked shut.

Jimin came up to you, still grabbing his eye, “Y/n, how’s your head? It sounded really bad.”

“It hurts.” You whimpered.

“Tae, go get Minho over here. Jungkook, stay with y/n. I am gonna to go check my eye.”

Jungkook crouched down beside you. You tried to get up but he softly held you back. “Just stay there.” He said softly. “If your head is hurting, you don’t want to risk anything. It can be serious.”

It took a while, but V eventually returned with Minho. Minho checked Jimin first, simply giving him an ice pack. When it came to you, he did a quick run through and asked you a few questions. “Well, you don’t seem to have a concussion.” He concluded. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Just take some pain relievers and you should be fine.” He handed you some travel packets of medicine he had in his pockets.

You quietly thanked him and he left the room.

Jungkook carefully helped you up from the floor and you tried to just get over it and wash up. Sadly, you only had the strength to brush your teeth. You took the medicine and slipped under the covers.

Jungkook later joined you, going under his sheet. You noticed he was a bit surprised to see that you were still awake, just staring at his pillow. “I thought you’d be asleep.” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“You okay?”

Again, you shook your head.

“… Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him. “Is he really willing to talk to me?” you thought. You moved yourself closer to him and nodded.

“Um, who do you wanna talk to? Yoongi? Hoseok? You always talk to them about this stuff right?”

“Oh…” you thought. “So, he doesn’t want to talk. He just doesn’t want to deal with me.” All you did was nod at him again.

He got up from the bed and headed out the room.

“Where are you going?” you could hear Jimin ask.

“Just go back to sleep.” You heard Jungkook say as he closed the door behind him.

Not even three minutes passed when you heard the door open. You heart sunk when you only heard one set of footsteps come into the room. “I knew they weren’t going to come.” You thought.

The steps came over to your side of the bed. The lamp was flicked on and Jungkook sat himself at the edge of the mattress. “Umm… Well, they were awake, but, uh, they aren’t really gonna be much help to you right now…”

You gave him a tiny nod and turned over on your side. You could feel your tears falling, but you didn’t bother to wipe him away. What mostly kept you from doing so was the fact that you could feel Jungkook staring down at you with pity.

He turned off the light and made his way to his side of the bed. However, instead of going under his sheet, he went under yours and moved up next to you. “I know that I’m not Yoongi or Hoseok, but if you still want to talk, you can…” He offered awkwardly.

You wiped your eyes and moved closer to him. You tried to talk to him, but your voice was so shaken it was mostly series of whimpers and mumbles. Despite your inability to form actual words, he still listened to you.

Unlike when you were both pretending, Jungkook wasn’t as physically comforting. It wasn’t until you were just plain crying that he hesitantly brought you into a rather awkward hug. Only occasionally did he say, “It’s okay” or “Just don’t think too much about it.”

[augcst]

unusual asks: do them all i believe in you

WHO DID THIS but lowkey thanks bc this is what i wanted read below if you wanna know things about me or *cough* datemeimeanwhta *cough*

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify all the wayyy

Is your room messy or clean?Actually clean bc I just cleaned it out and everything is organized

What color are your eyes?Brown af

Do you like your name? why?I do and its bc its aestetically pleasing to look at for me? Like Autumn is just really nice to look at u kno

What is your relationship status?single and mentally unstable; thotumn

Describe your personality in 3 words or lesstired, sometimes creative

What color hair do you have?dark brown with lighter brown streaks

What kind of car do you drive? color?Nissan Versa Note, sky blue

Where do you shop?For clothes: H&M and target, my sister’s closet

How would you describe your style?attempted gay athletic

Favorite social media accountInstagram or this one

What size bed do you have?Double or queen... its bigger than a twin but not a king lol

Any siblings?Biological: 9, Step: 2, Adopted: 2 (all sisters)

If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?New Zealand because it’s so gorgeous, or the gay island with my favorite people ive ever met @enbykaradanvers and @thegrimllama

Favorite snapchat filter?The one that makes your nose smaller and your face thinner

Favorite makeup brand(s)I use drug store mostly, Milani is INCREDIBLE, but expensive: highligher - nars, primer - too faced, stila, makeup forever

How many times a week do you shower?Usually every other day unless im going through a particularly bad depression spout. 

Favorite tv show?All-time: New Girl, The Office, Parks and Rec, Grey’sCurrent: Supergirl

Shoe size?.....size 11

How tall are you?5′4″ish

Sandals or sneakers?SNEAKERS ALWAYS

Do you go to the gym?not really

Describe your dream datestargazing in a remote, low-lit area so the stars are super bright with philosophical discussions

How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?$178 not including like gift cards and stuff

What color socks are you wearing?none right now

How many pillows do you sleep with?I have to have one for my head, one to hug, and one on the other side so i feel secure lmao but I have 7 full pillows on my bed rn

Do you have a job? what do you do?Not currently as I’m about to go through a really tough semester, but I was a nanny

How many friends do you have?I have 3/4 best friends but a really good amount of friend friends 

Whats the worst thing you have ever done?watched the Bee movie

Whats your favorite candle scent?peach or evergreen

3 favorite boy namesI have 3 gender neutral names: Journey, River and Eowyn

3 favorite girl namessame as above plus annie

Favorite actor?um... *looks at smudged writing on hand* Benadryl *squints* Cucumber

Favorite actress?Melissa Benoist or Katie McGrath atm

Who is your celebrity crush?Same as above

Favorite movie?Hidden Figures is SO GOOD YALL YOU GOTTA SEE IT

Do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?I don’t because I have issues with concentrating unless i’m interested and it’s dead quiet. But my favorite book is Milk&Honey by Rupi Kaur CALL ME BASIC I KNOW I AM but i have a lot of poetry books i enjoy

Money or brains?Brains

Do you have a nickname? what is it?Yes, Audi or Thotumn or Small Chip as coined by @thegrimllama and Lil Sis/sib as coined by @enbykaradanvers

How many times have you been to the hospital?For myself, 4 times for serious things. 1) Kidney infection as an infant, 2) Two nose bleeds that wouldn’t stop 3) Severe stomach pain 4) Broken ankle

Top 10 favorite songsin no particular order:-This Girl (Kungs Vs. Cookin’ On 3 Burners)-Wow by Beck-Guillotine by Jon Bellion-False Alarm by Matoma-Death of a Bachelor by Panic! at the Disco-Starving by Hailee Steinfeld-Take On Me by Aha-Send My Love (To Your New Lover) by Adele-That’s My Girl by 5H-6 Inch by Beyonce

Do you take any medications daily?Too many

What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Definitely combination

What is your biggest fear?Shallow: Heights; Deep: Being Gaslighted

How many kids do you want?I want a few although im not sure how many, but never an only child. 

Whats your go to hair style?Messy pony or bun

What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)Average for a family, like 4 bedroom, 3 stories, 3 baths.

who is your role model?@enbykaradanvers and @thegrimllama and my mom

What was the last compliment you received?(regarding a nude I thought was awful) @thegrimllama : “HOLY SHIT IT WORKS THOUGH, IM FOR REAL THOUGH SEND IT TO EVERYONE”

What was the last text you sent?“IM ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH”

Wow old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?I still believe in santa dont ARGUE WITH ME

What is your dream car?One with bluetooth music, leather seats, seatwarmers and a sun roof and adequate room in the baCK AKA MY CAR I DESTROYED LAST YEAR I CRY

Opinion on smoking?not for me, please dont smoke cigs around me either

Do you go to college?Yep, getting my associates this semester then transferring

What is your dream job?a job that works with psychology and children. maybe autistic children

Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?Suburbs. I like the idea of a city, but I hate the crowdedness, but i like living close enough to like a target and H&M and stuff

Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?nah, if anything I use them while im there

Do you have freckles?not really, just like random spots all over my body but not like the cute freckles lmao

Do you smile for pictures?now I do, i went through a period where I didnt though

How many pictures do you have on your phone?17k

Have you ever peed in the woods?yes, when I was little and my family was actually active and hiked lmao

Do you still watch cartoons?sometimes, my little sister watches them and sometimes they’re on. But I do watch Steven Universe and Spongebob when they’re on lmao

Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?HOW ABOUT CHICK FIL A

Favorite dipping sauce?Ranch probably

What do you wear to bed?usually a tee and underwear

Have you ever won a spelling bee?I think I vaguely remember winning when I was in elementary but I honestly cant say for sure

What are your hobbies?Art and music and studyblring and im trying to get into like editing digital stuff and i also like writing when I have the spoons

Can you draw?yeah, I have an art tag somewhere. You can find it on my page in my about me i think

Do you play an instrument?the guitar, I used to play viola and piano though

What was the last concert you saw?Twenty One Pilots at Red Rocks i think?

Tea or coffee?hot chocolate

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?starbucks

Do you want to get married?yes

What is your crush’s first and last initial?JH, but it’s like an inactive crush? But like other than that I dont have any

Are you going to change your last name when you get married?Probably

What color looks best on you?Orange or navy blue probably

Do you miss anyone right now?@enbykaradanvers bc they WENT TO SLEEP EARLY LIKE A HEALTHY PERSON although im really proud of them bc i care and love them and i want them to be well rested for work so they have a highkey good day

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?CLOSED AF

Do you believe in ghosts?Umm yes but not in the conventional way. lmk if anyone wants to know more lmao

What is your biggest pet peeve?I have so many but top ones are chewing with your mouth open and velvety textures

Last person you called?@enbykaradanvers and @thegrimllama

Favorite ice cream flavor?Mint choclate chip

Regular oreos or golden oreos?I like the cookie part of regular ones but the whole of golden ones so u choose

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?i dont like sprikles but make it gay so rainbow

What shirt are you wearing?my fave long sleeve tee, it was my dad’s at one point

What is your phone background?kara danvers with a pink background and a pixelly thought bubble that says “why are you on my phone”

Are you outgoing or shy?a mix. depends on my spoons tbh

Do you like it when people play with your hair?if they do it gently bc i highkey have a really sensitive scalp

Do you like your neighbors?yeah, one of my best friends lives on the left and a nice family lives on the right

Do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?morning and night... but like lazily. Literally water in the morning and a makeup wipe or water at night

Have you ever been high?from prescription drugs but like that were meant for me lol

Have you ever been drunk?never

Last thing you ate?sauteed mushrooms

Favorite lyrics right now"theres not enough wind in oklahoma to blow this old house to the ground” or something like that

Summer or winter?summer, but i dont hate winter

Day or night?night

Dark, milk, or white chocolate?milk

Favorite month?May

What is your zodiac signLeo

Who was the last person you cried in front of?@thegrimllama bc i was having a bad night and she skyped me until I fell asleep 

[robinrunsfiction]

We Own The Night

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: @icantemo Word Count: ~2,000 Author’s Note: I had a request from @icantemo for a Frank fic inspired by his song Blood Infections, I hope I accurately captured the mood you were looking for! I’ve been in such a Frank mood lately, so this was fun to write, it’s kinda fluffy, so enjoy!

I wanna try I wanna live all night And burn out bright I want you to know What I can't show the outside It's why I hide But your friends say I'm no good for you What do they know? Please don't listen to a goddamn thing they say Frank watched as (YN) crossed the street with her friends. He was on a smoke break between sets playing at a small dive bar, leaning against the exterior of the old brick building. His heart rate shot up as he saw (YN) look his way, smile and wave.

Frank had been desperately in love with (YN) for ages, but he still hadn't worked up the courage to say anything. He was completely certain she was way out his league and even though he flirted with her, he didn’t really believe she was flirting back at him. He had convinced himself she was just being nice.

He watched as (YN) stopped her friends before they went into the loud, bustling bar a few doors down and motioned toward where he was. The others shook their heads and tried to pull her inside, but he could see her shake her head back and held up a finger, as if to say ‘just one second’.

"Hey," she said with a smile as she hurried down the street to him.

"Hey back, are you gonna come in and catch the rest of my set?"

She glanced back at the other bar where her friends went, as people stumbled in and out the door.

"Don't worry about them," he said, sensing her hesitation. "I'll take care of you," he said as he reached out and rubbed her arm.

(YN) smiled. "I don't doubt you could."

"Please come in. I guarantee the beer is gonna be cheaper here, and a lot less gross dudes are gonna try to flirt with you."

"But you're still gonna flirt with me, aren't you?"

Frank blushed a little and tried to hide it by putting on a look of offense. "Are you calling me gross?" He laughed.

"Definitely not," she laughed back.

He put out his cigarette under his shoe and threw his arm around her shoulder guiding her into the grungy bar. Tonight's our night Just don't hurt me, don't hurt me I'll give you my heart Tonight's our night Just don't hate me, don't hate me For taking your light (YN) found a spot at the bar and ordered a beer as Frank made his way back to the stage. Frank had invited her to this performance after she had already made plans with her friends. She suggested they all go to his show, but no one was interested. When she saw him outside the bar, she knew she couldn’t let him down. Frank was who she wanted to spend her night with. If she was being completely honest with herself, Frank was who she wanted to spend all her nights with.

"Ok, the next one is for a girl who I hope will maybe one day take a chance with a guy like me. It's by ABBA," the crowd groaned and booed, and Frank laughed. "I'm just fuckin with you, it's called 'Blood Infections'."

As he started playing the song, his words reverberated around (YN)'s mind. She and Frank had been friends for a while and flirted less than subtly with each other, but whenever she thought about maybe asking him out, she wondered what her friends would think of the punk that she had feelings for. They'd never give him a chance, they'd never look past the tattoos and get to know the sweet, dog loving musician she knew.

Then she heard the words to the song. The desperation. The longing. The vulnerability. When the song was over, she was on her feet cheering for Frank. His eyes met hers and she grinned at him again, her heart fluttering. It was time to make a change. I need a love I want enough to keep my thirst satisfied I wanna take your hand Make you understand my side Our kind But I know it’s hard for you to let go of the world that you knew Please just close your eyes We’re better off this way When he finished his last song of the night and came off stage, Frank found (YN) at the bar.

"So, what did you think?"

"Frank, you're incredible, your music, the lyrics, all of it."

"What did you think of 'Blood Infections'?" He asked apprehensively

Before (YN) could answer, the door of the bar banged open and a couple of her very intoxicated friends tumbled in.

"(YN), oh my God there you are! We thought that dude you were talking to kidnapped you or something!"

"You mean my friend Frank, who is literally right here?" She snapped back.

One of them came up to (YN) and pulled her away from Frank and whispered loudly in her ear "He's all greasy and gross, you don't like him, do you? Like just wink and I'll lie and say there's an emergency to get you out."

"No," (YN) said shaking her head. "I don't want to go back out with you guys. You're a mess and I like Frank. Just go away, leave me alone."

"But (YN)," her other friend whined. "We wanted to get drunk with you! And see if we could find some cute guys!"

"I found one, good luck to you guys," (YN) replied turning her back on her friends and facing Frank. The scorned women left the bar, whining and huffing the whole way about how lame and weird (YN) had become lately.

"You think I'm cute?" Frank asked with a smirk.

(YN) tried to look casual, but she was blushing. "I mean, that’s what I said, didn’t I? So, umm, since I told my friends to get lost, can you help me get home safe?"

"Are you sure you wanna go home now? Because I think the night has only just begun," he replied looking at (YN) hopefully.

"What do you have in mind, Iero?" Tonight's our night So don't hate me, trust in me I'll show you my world Tonight's our night So don't hurt me, don't hurt me I'm so scared of what's to come Frank put his guitar in his car and then offered (YN) his hand. "Our next stop awaits."

(YN) took his hand and he led the way up the street. "And where exactly is the next stop?"

"You'll see."

After a few blocks, they arrived outside a tattoo parlor.

"I already had an appointment tonight, you don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," she said intrigued as she followed him into the shop. The tattoo artist named Aaron greeted Frank warmly and asked what he wanted to get done.

"I dunno, I was jonesing to get something done, but I dunno what.” He paused and thought for a moment. “(YN), what's your favorite flower?"

"Oh, umm, I don't even know what they're called. Hang on," she replied as she started searching online. "These," she said holding up her phone. "White anemone, with the black in the middle."

"There we go," Frank said to Aaron.

"Alright, I'll sketch it out and be right back."

"Wait," (YN) said. Both men turned to look at her. "I want it too."

"Sure, I got time," Aaron said. "I'll be right back."

Frank turned to (YN), eyes lit up. "You want to get matching tattoos?"

"Yea, I do. Let’s do this.” In the dark, in the dark, no one hides but me In the dark, in the dark, no one gets away We own the night

Frank went first, finding a small space on his arm for the flower. It was quick and easy, and he didn’t even flinch. (YN) had been considering her own tattoo since she set her eyes on Frank’s, but when she got in the chair, Frank could tell she was nervous. Frank took her hand and kept her distracted.

“Oh wow, its beautiful,” she murmured softly when it was complete.

“You guys are all set.” Aaron said and you went back up to the front of the store. (YN) reached for her purse.

“Don’t worry, I got them both,” Frank said.

“No, you don’t have to, it was my idea-"

“Nope,” he insisted taking out his wallet.

(YN) decided to stop arguing and let him pay. They walked out of the tattoo parlor, hand in hand.and Frank suggested getting a midnight snack.

“Ok, but I’m buying,” (YN) insisted.

Frank lead the way to a late-night food truck that was parked nearby and they each got a burrito and sat down on the edge of a fountain that was lit up as the water bubbled through it, a pale glow cast across them as they ate.

“Frank, I just want you to know how much fun I’m having tonight. Like this is so much better than watching my friends get wasted in an awful bar with awful music again.”

“I’m glad,” he said with a warm, genuine smile. “so uh, you never told me what you thought of Blood Infections',” he replied distracting himself with his food.

“It was great. The passion and the desire, it was incredible. And any girl who you write a song for is incredibly lucky and should realize what’s been in front of her all along,” she said looking up at Frank.

“(YN), I-” he started quietly.

“Frank I really like you. Like a lot. And I was too scared what others might say before and now I’m not. I’d pick you over anyone, any day, Frank. I hope you feel the same way.”

“Yea, yea I really do,” he said nodding emphatically, almost feeling like he could cry tears of joy. He reached out and ran his hand over her cheek and she leaned in. He met her halfway as their lips pressed together.

Everything else melted away, nothing and no one else mattered. All either of them cared about was the other and they didn’t care who knew. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning and blushing like kids. They finished their food and then headed hand in hand back to Frank’s car.

Every night's our night So stay with me, be with me 'Til the end of this world Every night's our night So stay with me, be with me Until the end of this world

Frank parked in front of (YN)’s building and turned to face her. “I’m really glad you decided to come to my show tonight.”

“I’m really glad too, probably the best decision I’ve made in a long time. You wanna come up?” She asked, motioning to her apartment.

Frank stammered for a moment, wondering how to respond. “Yea, sure,” finally escaped his mouth.

They made their way up to her apartment and she let them in. She had was glad she had cleaned up recently, as she had not foreseen bringing Frank over when she left for the night.

She sat down on the couch and pulled her shoes off her aching feet as Frank sat down next to her. They fell back into their conversation about bands they wanted to see live and restaurants that they recommended to each other, and how soon (YN) could get her next tattoo. The conversation only interrupted by moments of making out with each other.

(YN) couldn’t believe that this night had changed her whole life for the better, but she was ecstatic. Frank couldn’t believe his luck, that he took a chance inviting her to his show, in writing that song, and performing it and now she was his.

As the sun began to rise, they were asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, exactly where they each wanted to be.

We own the night

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