#wow I can only imagine how Jenna feels

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DID THEY JUST REFERENCE JENNA MARBLES JESUS FUCK IM OLD.

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HI HI HI!!

A part 5 to situations would make me the happiest human bean !! Love this story

Situations 5

situations 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7

I’m happy to make you the happiest human bean:)

Let’s imagine that Olivia Rodrigo brought out her Album ‘Sour’ now

Two days later

“Jenna?” The voice over the phone called out, “hey Olivia, how are you? What can I do for you?” Jenna asked as she made herself a coffee before work. “Well, as you might know, my new album sour is coming out in three days and today I’ve decided that I will throw a party for it in two days. Wanna come?” She explained as she looked at some decoration on her laptop, “oh wow, I’d love to come. I can’t wait to hear your new album, I love your music” after a bit more of conversation they started talking about whose coming to the party. “and last but now least, we have Y/n and her plus on” the actress was shocked and took a minute to answer, “d-do you know who she’s - you know- bringing?” Her voice was quiet and unsteady as she tried to calm herself, “no, I don’t. Sorry”

Two days later

You were ready for Olivia’s party and your plus one, Kara, was too. Kara was Mia’s little sister, she was 16 years old and loved Olivia and her music, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to bring her along. The girl was like a little sister to you, even if she looked just as old as you. But you would always remember her as the 4 years old that you met 12 years ago that you showed how to ride a bike.

“Are you nervous?” You asked the girl when you arrived at the location, the music was heard from the outside just like the peoples taking. “I’d say I’m the perfect mix of nervous, excited and happy” she answered as you laid your arm over the slightly smaller girl and chuckled, “well, just don’t embarrass me alright?” Both of you laughed as you walked inside.

You’ve know Olivia before she got really famous and somehow your friendship stayed. You didn’t talk that often but for some reason you were still going strong and you loved it, she was a great person that deserves the best only.

The first thing you did was getting something to drink. You and Kara stood at the bar when a certain someone caught your eye, Jenna. After the kiss four days ago, where she stormed off, you haven’t seen her or talked to her. It was complete radio silence which really broke you. Especially after seeing Percy appear next to her, his arms wrapping around her as she talked to Conan. “You alright?” The girl next to you asked causing you to nod, not that it convinced her but she still decided to let it go for now. “Come on, let’s find Olivia” you took her hand and pulled her along through the crowds until you found the singer you were looking for. “Liv” you called out as she ran into your arms, “y/n/n” she hugged you tight while you slightly picked her up around her waist.

“Liv, this is Kara” you introduced your plus one with a happy smile on your face from watching the younger girl nearly die from happiness. “She’s cute” she whispered to you causing you to cough, “she’s 16” you mumbled, her eyes suddenly widening. “Kara is Mia’s little sister, she’s a big fan of you so I decided to bring her along” you explained.

After a couple of minutes you’ve decided to leave them alone for a bit while you went and talked to other people, at least until you heard Percy tell people that him and Jenna were a thing for the 6th time. Deciding that you need some fresh air you exited the building, shooting Kara a quick text to stay close to Olivia while you took a minute. A certain brunette following you.

“I really didn’t think blondes were your type, but I also didn’t think you were the cheater type so I guess I was wrong about a lot” you’d recognize that voice everywhere and the last four days you would have done everything to hear it again. “What?” You asked as you turned around to face her. “Oh come on, you either had feelings for her before or you guys even already had something before. There’s no way that you fall in love so quickly” she explained while accusingly pointing her finger around as you chuckled sarcastically.

“Okay, hold up. First of all, you don’t get to judge me for bringing someone when the last four days I’ve been calling you nonstop and send you around 200 messages per day! It’s unfair you know, that shit broke me. I overstepped a boundary and I’m sorry about it, but you could have just told me instead of ghosting me. I didn’t know you had someone, you never told me and don’t even try to say that you didn’t know that I was making moves! Damn it, I would have backed up if I knew you had someone! But no, I have to find out from Percy running around and telling people!” You were pacing around as the anger inside of you built up, you were mad at her, mad at Percy, mad at yourself and mad at the world.

“What is he saying?” She asked as she watched you pace. “Damn it Jenna, he’s telling people about your relationship. Something you should have done weeks ago! You know who I brought? Mia’s little sister, she’s 16 and obsessed with Olivia. So no, I don’t likes blondes and no I’m not the cheater type” your chest was heaving as you looked at the ground and tried to calm yourself. “Y/n, Percy and I aren’t a thing” she told you as she stepped closer but you only shook your head, “maybe you should tell him that first”. With that you walked back inside to Kara and Olivia.

“You alright?” The singer asked as you stood next to her, “yeah, just needed a moment” you answered as you watched Kara and Olivia interact. “You’re y/n, right?” A manly voice next to you said causing you to turn, only to find Percy next to you. “Yeah, I am” your voice wasn’t friendly or nice, it was cold and gave clear indication that you didn’t want to talk to him. “Look, you should keep away from Jenna. She made a mistake when she kissed you, she regrets it deeply. Being in love with a girl as a girl is disgusting and the media won’t like it, so I turned her and I want you to keep away from her” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you tried to calm yourself, you really did but it was too much for you. Without another word you pulled your arm back before your fist collided with his face causing him to stumble back. “One, she can decide on her own who she wants to talk to and who she doesn’t wanna talk to. Two, just because there are girls who get more girls than you do that doesn’t mean that they’re disgusting! So if I ever hear you talk about one of us like that again, it will end worse.” Due to the rage inside of you you didn’t notice the crowd forming around you. But in that moment you couldn’t care less, the urge to throw yourself at him was overwhelming.

“Let’s just go, it’s not worth it” Kara pulled on your arm as she talked. You let yourself be dragged away from the crowd, your eyes catching Jenna’s as you did. “I’ll go home. You can drive the truck home later” you spoke out after you calmed down, you felt bad for ruining the girls party. “It’s fine, let’s just go home” she was too nice for her own good, but you could also really use the alone time. “I mean it, it’s okay. Stay a bit, make sure to stay close to Olivia okay? Then you can drive home to mine and we’ll see from then on, enjoy your time here” you laid your hands on her shoulders as you talked. “Okay, thank you” she hugged you tightly before going back inside.

You quickly texted Olivia before slowly making your way home. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and music that you didn’t notice anything happening around you. The events still confused and hurt you, what if she said the same thing to him and the reason she didn’t text back was because she was disgusted by you, or maybe she just wanted to try herself out.

You didn’t come very far, around 1/4 of the way before a hand suddenly grasped your wrist causing you to spin around. “Are you crazy?” You scolded, “it’s dark outside and this isn’t quite the best part of town. Do you know how dangerous it is to walk around alone? Do you know what could have happened to you?!” Jenna’s heart broke as she heard you speak, even after the whole amount of pain she caused you, you still cared for her. It was sad really and it made her sad, you didn’t deserve all that pain.

“I-I couldn’t just let you go like that. Percy didn’t have the right to say what he said. Especially because he was so damn wrong about what he said, I don’t regret kissing you one bit, it was the best decision I’ve made in a loooong while, but I was scared that I overstepped a boundary and I didn’t wanna be hurt so I isolated myself. And the only reason I brought stupid Percy to this stupid party is because I’ve heard that you were going to bring a plus one and I didn’t wanna look stupid but now I do anyway and the only thing I’ve learned is that I’m a really big idiot” she was breathing heavily when she was finally done talking, there were some tears running down her face and her fingers while nervously clawing at the fabric of her cloths. The silence that build between you two scared the girl more than anything had ever done.

“If I see Percy being out of line one more time I won’t promise anything” you said before grabbing the smaller girls waist to pull her close to you until there wasn’t any space between you. She carefully laid her arms on top of your shoulders, one hand on your jaw carefully stroking it with her thumb while your hands gripped her waist. She closed the space between your lips. The kiss got deeper and deeper as she pushed herself closer to you while your hands gripped her waist tightly as if you were scared that she’d disappear again when you let go. “Don’t ever go radio silent on me again ok?” You whispered against her lips before kissing her again. “Never, now let’s go somewhere where we aren’t being watched” you let go of her waist as you pulled out one of your AirPods and gave it to her. “Let’s go then” you told her as you started walking.

Her arm constantly kept brushing yours causing you to feel how cold she was. So you pulled of your jacket and laid it on her shoulder before she suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled your arm around her shoulder. You chuckled before pulling her closer and making your way to your apartment.

When you arrived you quickly grabbed some sweatpants and hoodies for the both of you to change into before settling down on the couch to watch some Netflix. “You alright darling?” You asked as you noticed Jenna stare into the air, she suddenly started grinning. “I missed you calling me names like darling” she told you which caused you to smile. Cuddling close, you started the TV.

It wasn’t what you expected to happen tonight but it was still great, at least until now

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So this really sucks. I had a stressful couple of weeks but I at least wanted to post something :/

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ask for no reason! Favourite companion for each (modern) Doctor

Let's see...

Nine: Wow, this is a really difficult one... who could there be... Rose. *remembers Jack counts* Eh, still Rose. Jack felt more like a guest companion only being in it for five episodes (only three stories), and of course I haven't listened to Big Finish so I can't judge from that, so Rose wins by default. She had the most complete relationship with the Doctor anyway, and that all worked out. I actually prefer the dynamic she has with Nine than Ten. I'm not anti-companion romance, but I just found Ten and Rose's dynamic being happier and less complicated less interesting, even if Doomsday is a massive gut punch.

Ten: For years I said it was Donna... but that's actually changed since my rewatch. I think Martha slightly edges her out. It kind of comes down to just me having a soft spot for the most underappreciated (seriously when they brought her back in Series 4 she didn't do much of note until the finale and even that's debatable) but I do really like how she basically decided she was tired of the Doctor's shit and also understandably needed a break from everything after all the shit the Master did. I hear she even gets unlucky in Torchwood.

As for why Donna got slightly bumped down... I think it's a couple things. First... revisiting the Meta-Crisis as I'm older? Kinda total bullshit. I envy kid me who was able to just run with it, now I'm just seeing total nonsense. I still love Donna... but I'm not really sure how I feel about the culmination of her self worth being basically "she absorbs the Doctor's brain so now she can be like him". Not to mention there's an absurd amount of ass pulls to make meta-crisis stuff work in the story. For other things... I think it's just that she's kind of been elevated in a way that was unncecessary? I'll explain under 14's section.

Honorary mention for Wilf I guess even if he's more a guest companion? Still loveable as ever even as growing up I now feel he has some major boomer energy lol (look I think he's pre-boomer but you get what I'm saying). Imagine him in the room with Christopher "parasite in chief" Eccleston when he's telling people to show respect for the queen for example, lol. But yeah, joking aside, it's amazing how much heart he's able to bring to being the supportive grandad of Donna.

Ugh if I listed Wilf as a guest companion but wrote about him anyway, then I'll have to also give an honourable mention to Adelaide Brooke. One episode, but she was amazing in it (it's also awesome to see the Doctor play off an older, less wide eyed woman for once), even as she had one of the darkest endings for a central character yet.

Eleven: This is a weird one, because this is what I remember the least, having watched his era the least of everyone's recently (and I didn't even see eps with Amy and Rory). Honestly... I'm not sure how much stock I put in anyone here. If I HAD to pick, I'd actually say Clara, but I think that just comes down to me loving Day of the Doctor and Jenna Coleman being great in the role even if she was just a walking mystery box in Series 7.

So why not Amy and Rory despite being actual characters here? Look, the main stuff I remember about them is basically Rory falling under the "henpecked husband" trope and Amy treating him poorly through that, not to mention you have weird stuff like them needing to get back together like three times (with Asylum of the Daleks being an especially bad example). Just not my thing.

I guess River Song could count since this was the era she'd count as a companion... but her best appearances are the episodes with Doctors that aren't Eleven (and having now seen Husbands of River Song I literally only think the final scenes are genuinely great there). Funny how that works. :v

Twelve: Nardole. Just Nardole.

...okay enough kidding around. I think I'd say Bill here. I don't really know her in and out and I haven't seen most of Series 10 in ages, but not only was it nice to see Moffat finally write a character that doesn't fall into his usual female companion tropes, but her dynamic with the Doctor was genuinely refreshing, and is honestly still pretty unique in the modern era.

I will say that I do think Clara could potentially give her competition though. I think I'd need to revisit Series 8 to be sure (aka where she's arguably the least likeable lol), but I do think her Doctor-companion dynamic is genuinely one of the most fascinating even if not everything worked in that era. Also, I'd need to see how much their relationship is able to step above the usual domestic abuse BS Moffat can't help but insert cuz he loves his dominant women, lol. Huh, Capaldi gets all the cool unique dynamics huh?

Thirteen: ...can I say Dan? For the memes? No? Fine. What's the point of being alive?

This is interesting though, cuz looking back, I do kind of think a lot of the companions blend together. It's not as bad as most say it is for sure, like I feel like they do fit specific roles (Graham and Dan as the older comic relief with a dash of heart, Ryan the more youthful person being opened up to the world, Yaz being the more experienced/accomplished person to match the Doctor when needed), but I do see why people feel like they blend together.

Hmm, if I had to pick... I'd go Yaz. Please ignore that she's a cop though. ACAB. Not sure if it's fair, but I think it might be BECAUSE she got to be with Thirteen the longest (her whole run in fact). Like, I feel like she didn't really get to live up to her full potential, but I do think seeing someone like her with her rough past going all in on the Doctor only to be shut out because Thirteen is afraid of being emotionally vulnerable (which could arguably be influenced by what happened with Clara, and I do think you could argue Yaz has some similarities here, like she even got taught how to fly the TARDIS). Her story is honestly pretty tragic, but I guess like Martha, I have a soft spot for the underappreciated (gosh it's always the companions of colour who are the underappreciated ones huh?). I think the whole semi-unrequited love aspect certainly added to that, and kind of cemented why she had to leave (even if she didn't really have much of a say, it was more just a quiet understanding, at least I think so). Power of the Doctor was also honestly a nice culmination of everything for her, too. Wish it was clear how much she knew about the Timeless Child stuff though.

Fourteen: Gosh, another really difficult one... so hard to choose... oh, Donna. Okay I'm sure some might argue Rose Noble and even Mel could count, but I don't really see them as full companions here.

I guess to continue what I was saying on Donna earlier, I described her as kind of being elevated in a way that was unnecessary. Like, after everything, as great as it was to see her back and get a happy ending... was that really the best or most interesting thing to do for her? I just can't help but feel like RTD was being overly indulgent with her, like how many felt he was with Rose (Tyler). Also... yeah, the metacrisis stuff is still bullshit. "Just let it go." I know emotions were running high in Journey's end, but come on, it makes all the drama there feel kind of hollow now.

I will say I do enjoy the evolved family dynamic though.

Fifteen: Ruby Sunday. I'd say it's super hard and there's so much to pick from, but we've seen so much, and there's so many rich complex layers, it's unlike anything we've ever seen... okay, enough kidding around. We've only seen one episode of them so far, but I am curious to see where they'll go with them.

...but wait, there's more! Time to acknowledge all the other Doctors that were created for the revival!

TimeCrash!Five: Look, he might be a bigeneration, so I'm counting him just in case... oh wait, no companions. Fuck, forget this.

TenToo: Rose! So hard to choose, I know. But isn't it cool that Rose has her own home grown Doctor she can fix again? ...what am I even saying?

Dream Lord: He's from the Doctor's brain, so he counts. Seemed to like fucking with Amy a lot, really exposed the whole love triangle she was in, lol.

Ganger!Eleven: Ganger Amy. Gangers traveling across all of time and space.

War: Clara. Day of the Doctor. Oh wait, I already mentioned that for Eleven. But I guess she kind of ended up working a lot with him specifically.

Curator: The painting. Gallifrey Falls No More. Look, I haven't listened to Big Finish, I don't know what counts. Also something something bigenerated Fourth Doctor (who also might end up being the Watcher if you subscribe to that version of bigeneration theory, like me who's trying to stay sane?).

FakeOne: That's not the First Doctor in Twice Upon a Time, that's a new incarnation who got his brain scrambled from the bigeneration reaching back in time for his first regeneration, making the side effect of him being a bad sexist parody of his original self. So who does this bigeneration have as his best companion? That one soldier dude. The Brigadier's grandpa or dad or whatever. Because they can laugh about women being made of glass. Oh right, Bill was there. Or Bill's avatar from Testimony. She had actual heartfelt moments. Or they would've been if I liked that episode. I'm committing way too hard to this bit.

Fugitive: Lee Clayton, anothe really har- Oh wait, Karvanista was one. Do you think her and Karvanista ever dated? I'm sure someone thinks Karvanista is acting like a bitter ex. Danvanista shippers, team Ruthvanista is gonna give you a run for your money!

OG Timeless Child: That kid who pushed her off the cliff. He's not just the best companion of this very first Doctor, but the best in the whole show. Without him, Tecteun would never have found out the child could regenerate, and therefore we'd have no Time Lords. And no Time Lords means no Doctor Who. This kid is the reason the show exists. Show some gratitude to this kid, guys. Also, who wouldn't push their friend off a cliff to keep playing with a toy?

The other pre-Hartnell Doctors: IDK Tecteun? Are the worth calling a companion? ...why am I still doing this

The Thirteen Doppelgangers from the Vanquishers: um how many people did she interact with, also wait it's all still one consciousness trying to manage three bodies this is a reach sorry forget i said this

The Master!Doctor: It was so great when he shouted at Yaz right? Or when Vinder held a gun to him? Oh yeah what about the Dalek and Cyber-Master perplexed at the Rasputin dance? They were still around after the Master stole the Doctor's body right?

The other bi-generated Doctors that are basically canon now that RTD is in charge: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[monochromemedic]

I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency.  When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!”   The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.”  Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside.  The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?”  I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature.  “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley.  He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?��� “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on  my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening  as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat.  Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black.  “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?”  “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous?  I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke.  “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime?  “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being  much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight.  “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

3 | Cruel Summer

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 1.6

a/n: english it's not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 3! If you want to read the other parts click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker​ created for the series! here

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After a few minutes of crying I felt someone approaching and sitting beside me. I looked up, wiping my eyes, and saw a worried-looking Haz in front of me.

- What happened? Are you okay? I noticed you were missing from the dance floor. - he asked and wrapped one of his arms around me hugging me sideways.

- I’m okay Haz, I think I just got sick, that's all, it must have been the drink.

- Y/n... as you said: I know you from other life, and you didn't even drink much, now tell me, why are you crying? - I hated when he insisted like that, but it was fair, after all he was my brother at heart.

- Haz... I don't want to talk about it, it's so immature I don't even know how to explain it to you, I think it was just something of the moment.

- Did some idiot hurt you? Because I can go back there and...

- No! Nobody did any harm, it's okay... - I said, wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Y/n please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone. You're not one to cry like that...

- I saw Tom kissing Meghan and I felt bad, ok? - I interrupted him, looking at the ground with shame that I had admitted that out loud.

Haz was silent for an infinite number of minutes, processing what I had just said, until he touched my shoulder, I looked at him and I could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Since when do you like Tom that way?

- I don't know the exact date, I just... I started to feel different about him a while after I broke up with Steven... But I think it's just something temporary, you know? Maybe because he is my best friend and treats me well, I ended up having a crush on him, I think that was it, but it will pass, I just need to distract myself with something else...

- Y/n are you sure it's something temporary? Well, I'm your best friend too and you never felt that way about me.

- Yeah, but I always saw you as my brother and Tom as my best friend... I can't explain it, I just know it's different, it always has been, but I'm sure this stronger feeling must be temporary, I just need some time.

- Darling... I'm so sorry. How about we go home? We can watch tv shows and forget about it.

- Are you sure Haz? You were talking to Gracie, I don't want to take you out of the party like that, especially from the side of your other half who I know one day you two will get married, live in a cabin in the woods, have several children and I'll be godmother to them. - I said and Haz laughed and I followed. Laughing after crying is one of the best feelings.

- Damn, you created a whole fanfic. - He said and now I wiped the tears of laughter. - But seriously, we can go, it's already midnight. - He said looking at the watch on his wrist - I'm just going to tell Gracie, so she doesn't think I forget about her and say that you're not feeling well and want to go home, how about that?

- Okay... but only because I'm feeling like crap. - I said pouting and he kissed my head hugging me tight.- I'll be right back, madam.

Haz then got up and went back inside and I took the opportunity to text my mother saying I would be at the Osterfields' house and she sent me an ok.

It took a few minutes and he came back waving for me to join him. I got up, going after him in the parking lot, as he didn’t drink, because he came with his car. We walked in, turning on the radio, and we heard Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer start to play, how ironic.

- Did Tom say something about us leaving? - I asked looking at him.

- No, actually he was busy... but I told Tuwaine and Gracie. - Haz said stopping at the red light.

-Hmm- I sighed trying not to imagine what Tom could be "busy" with. - And Gracie wasn't upset?

- No, I said it was an emergency and she understood. - He smiled in my direction squeezing my hand and I smiled.

- Thank you Haz, I don't know what it would be without you.

- I know, I'm awesome. - He spoke blinking.

- Oh god, I can't even try to say something nice for once. - I said rolling my eyes - But you're really awesome. - and he blew me a kiss in the air and I gave him a laugh shaking my head.

We arrived at Haz's house and Jenna welcomed me with open arms as usual.

We went to Haz's room and I helped him pull up and make the bed besides his own and he gave me a pair of pajamas that I could wear. I went into the bathroom and took off my defeat-smudged makeup and came back lying next to Haz on the top bed as we turned on the tv to a random show that was on. But, of course, we don't pay any attention, because we are talking the whole time.

-... So, Gracie said she liked my eyes a lot, and I didn't know what to do. - He said while we discussed the events of the night, ignoring Tom and company.

- Aww Hazzy, what a cute little cliché. - I said making a melted face. - And you didn't say anything?

- I just said thank you and I said hers were beautiful too, but I got nervous, that's when I realized you were gone and I went after you.

- Wow, I can't believe I ruined this perfect moment.

- Nah, don't even worry, I have all the time in the world, in fact she's from my class, so we still have a lot of opportunity to talk. - he said and I nodded yawning.

- Let's go to sleep? It's almost 3 in the morning. - He said turning off the TV and I gave a thumbs up scratching my eyes.

I jumped down to the bottom bed and covered myself, turning to the other side.

- Haz?

- Yeah?

- If you tell Thomas anything I'll kill you and desert you. - I said listening to him laugh and fell asleep right away.

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The other day I woke up and looked to the side, seeing that Haz was still sleeping. I picked up my cell phone, stretching, and saw that it was almost noon. I got up quietly making sure that I was not making too much noise, went into the bathroom and put on my clothes from the night before. I needed to go home to take a shower and take the rest of that weird night.

I sat next to Haz nudging him until he blinked awake.

- Haz, I'm going, thanks for everything. - I said while he was returning to planet earth little by little.

- Already? Don't you want to have lunch first? - He said sitting on the bed.

- Thanks, but I need to go home, I have some work to finish too, see you tomorrow at school?

- Okay, but if you need anything call me. - He said and I agreed hugging him going towards the door.

- And promise you'll keep your mouth shut?

- I swear, cross my heart. -He said zipping his mouth and I pointed my index finger at him intimidating him.

I went downstairs and thanked Jenna, greeting Charlotte who had already woken up. I said goodbye to them and went out into the sun on a Sunday that I was miraculously doing in London. I walked home, went in, had lunch and went straight to my room, I wanted to stay in alone with my feelings. Was my period coming up? It's not possible that I'm feeling so bad.

I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed, putting on some sad music to play, closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the sadness.

A few minutes later I felt my cell phone vibrate with a message coming through.

I unlocked the screen and saw "Tommy 🤓 send you a message" written. I took a deep breath and opened it to look at what he had sent.

Tommy 🤓 says "Hi stranger! Why did you and Haz disappear yesterday? 😭"

Tommy 🤓 says "Tuwaine told me you weren't okay, I tried calling you guys and nothing..."

Tommy 🤓 says "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes reading the messages and at the same time not wanting to respond, but started typing.

Y/N 🌻 says "Everything it’s okay, don’ worry 😊 I think some drink went wrong and I felt a little sick, but nothing to worry about, rlx"

Y/N 🌻 says "The party was great! Too bad I couldn't stay longer..."

I think I was a good liar.

Tommy 🤓 says "Damn it, but I'm glad you're ok, the party was really great! I've already posted the photos on insta. There some really weird ones... 😂"

Y/N 🌻 says "I can imagine 😂"

Tommy 🤓 says "I have a really strong hangover right now, I'm going back to sleep, want to come over later? I want to tell you some things that happened 👀"

Sure Tom, I'm going to your house so you can tell me everything about your wonderful night with Meghan, sure.

Y/N 🌻 says I'd like to, but my stomach's still kind of bad from yesterday 😭 so I'll just stay here, see you tomorrow?"

I told him to avoid him to come at my house.

Tommy 🤓 says "Okay 🥺, take care! See you tomorrow shortie!"

He said and I sent a "😘" blocking the screen. I lay on my stomach and buried my head on the pillow wanting to scream. Tom seemed happy and excited to tell me the "things" from last night, why couldn't I be happy for him? Damn feelings!

I think what I had to do was sleep, eat chocolate, put on a really cliche romantic comedy movie, wait to see if my period would come down (why was I being so dramatic? It could only be that) and pray that monday I would be better.

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[poodlejoonas]

Just imagine the pictures the wives would post on their Instagrams…🤯🥺🤯

They would totally run their personal accounts like upgraded stan accounts! It would take some people a while to realize that, no, that random account isn’t just finding random photos that no one’s ever seen before. All of them would take turns roasting the guys’ old styles and (with their permission, of course) share their baby pictures side-by-side with their kids to see how much they look alike.

(Enlisted the help of @wow-ihateithere for this one because I was blanking on ideas, I’m barely ever on Instagram and when I am it’s on my stan account.)

(Under the read-more for length.)

Milli's would be all the cute candid shots of Joel and Enkka together and lots of posting the really good pics from Kiril that she would be thirsting over in the description. She has a good relationship with the fans, jokes around with simps that if they want Joel they'll have to fight her for him or simply agrees that Joel is indeed zaddy. She shares Joel and Enkka fanart on her Instagram stories. She's Joel and Enkka's biggest cheerleader, documenting their accomplishments and screaming about how great her boys are for the whole world to hear even if the accomplishment is winning a peewee hockey game. Her candid videos of Joel playing guitar and singing for Enkka, or playing hockey with him, have gone viral for their cuteness. She isn't immune to hopping on the roasting train though, if the other wives are sharing throw back photos for example she'll hop on the trend and find old pictures of Joel and be like "baby I love you but what the fuck were you wearing?" She's also responsible for starting the trend where all the wives posted pictures of their kids, then baby pictures of the parents and asked people to say who they looked most like. She made comments over how cute baby Joel was and embarrassed him. 

Jenna’s would be 25 percent Rommi, 5 percent her cooking, and 70 percent slice-of-life family moments. She’s the type to post basically everything. The sweet moments, candid shots of Niko asleep in the rocking chair with baby Lahja on his chest, the funny moments, Niko half dressed chasing a messy toddler who has something of Niko's, old throw backs roasting him, especially ones of him in high school and making jokes about "who is this? Can't be the same guy I married. He's kinda cute though, does he have a brother?"(Niko's brothers would be all over the comment section). But she’d also adorably reminisce on the old times and say that she made the right decision to give him a second chance, and it would leave every single one of her followers in tears from how cute they are. She’d be so proud of all of Niko and her kids’ accomplishments and literally scream about them to the whole world. She has some of the cutest pictures of her children, adorable candids of Lahja and Leevi's rare moments getting along and playing nice, pictures from piano recitals and Leevi's academic award ceremonies. She reposts Niko memes and tells simps to get in line. She shares pictures that make her thirsty with emojis that let everyone know how she feels.

Kirsten’s would be super aesthetic and cute, and she’d share photos of what she’s baking and the recipe in case anyone asks about them. She loves her man more than life itself, but she also loves to mess with him, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds style. She'll post pictures like "look at my beautiful family" and you can only see half of Joonas. She'll post unflattering pictures of him with adoring captions about how much she loves him. She'll also post gorgeous pictures of him for no reason with captions like "I guess he's cute." Whenever Joonas or BC accomplish something is the rare time she'll post a beautiful picture with a meaningful caption, along with their anniversary or his birthday. She posts things about him that she knows will make him laugh and get an even better retort from him. It’s all in good fun, because she really does adore him and appreciates everything he does for their family. Her kids get tons of sappy posts and all their accomplishments are hyped up. She's super interactive with the fans, especially showing some love to the Danish fans and sometimes posting in all three languages (even if her Finnish is still a little choppy sometimes, but they know it’s the effort that counts).

Riina has the most aesthetic on social media because she also uses it for business. She doesn't post too many pictures of Olli's face but she'll do pictures of their entwined hands with captions about soulmates and true love a lot, the rare times she'll share pictures with Olli's face is on birthdays and anniversaries. She'll always acknowledge when her husband hits a milestone and make a post about how proud she is of him. She thinks the simps are funny and humors them, will repost or retweet fanart and keeps her thirst tweets to a private twitter only the other wives have access to.

Marja interacts with the fans the least. Her instagram and twitter are VERY different. Her twitter is where the memes and thirsty content live, she's the Marja we know and love, barking on twitter about pictures of Tommi and sharing memes that she made herself. On Instagram it's very wholesome, sweet pictures of her family, showing off her loving relationship, what a good father Tommi is and how awesome her kids are.

When Hanna first dates and marries Aleksi they don't post pictures with Noah's face until he's older and they talk to him about it and decide he's old enough to decide for himself. She posts lots of pictures of herself and Aleksi, especially throw backs of when they were younger, things like a picture of Aleksi in middle school and captioning that she would have asked him to the school dance and had a crush on him, she'd post pictures of them side by side as first graders and joke about them being friends as little kids. She retweets and reposts fanart and interacts with lots of fans but mostly ignores simps and doesn't let the antis get to her for the most part. She's such a proud mom and shows off Noah's accomplishments at every opportunity and throw back pictures that he approves once he's older.

[kikuism]

mariam!!! okay now that tumblr unearthed that lost ask i also need to know what 3 songs you'd choose for each of your characters!! :'0 🎶

hello jenna!! 🤍🤍🤍 so so so sorry for the late response!! but in this time i've really gotten to think about which songs fit my ocs hghfhf i really had to use my brain cells for this bc you know i .... don't listen to english/lyric songs but at the same time i didn't want to just put instrumental/anime music for them 😔 this is like....new territory for me. so without further ado....

kiku: no introduction needed!! keywords: spring, pining, forbidden love.

reflection — mulan 1998: god. this is the kiku song. is anyone surprised??? Every single lyric just hits. i scream. “can it be i'm not meant to play this part? / now i see that if i were truly to be myself, i would break my family's heart.” SCREAM. “somehow i cannot hide who i am, though i’ve tried” i'm sobbing.

bloom — the paper kites. p i n i n g .... pure sweetness.

renai circulation — kana hanazawa: i haven't watched monogatari but this song is everywhere and everyone knows it. it just sounds so cute and the lyrics are So kiku....about feeling all 'fuwa fuwa' when your crush looks/smiles at you. and there's this lyric: ‘i know that the me that's inside of you isn't as big as the you that inside of me”, like, oh my god.

bonus: i love the way—from the something rotten! musical. kiku is both of the characters here 😌📚💕

and finally, spring by max richter....this is how kou makes kiku's heart feel :")

kou: the hardest one to find songs for. i guess it's just hard to find songs about....[gestures vaguely] gentle wise philosophical souls. kou is like....an ancient, loving olive tree.

constellations — the oh hellos: this is a song about how nothing is set in stone, how we try to find meaning in our experiences, how our perceptions of the word are constantly changing and falling apart, like tectonic plates, like constellations. kou is someone who muses a lot about the world and his experiences with it, especially as a blind person.

while my guitar gently weeps: from what i have read about this song, apparently it is about the universal potential of all of us to love and be kind, and how, for some people, that potential is still sleeping. being the philosophical healer that he is, i like to think kou muses on these things too.

telephone number — junko ohashi: ahhh japanese city pop....i love this song, it's so cheesy and sweet. kou loves loves loves talking to kiku on the phone, even more so since he can't see him,,and he loves his voice so much and he's always waiting for him to call :')) 'don't forget my telephone number, i want you to dial it anytime you're worried' ☎️💕

mull of the mountains: a lovely celtic harp! this piece is just so peaceful and tender and soothing. this is the energy kou gives off 🤍

naomi: overachiever, eldest daughter, no-nonsense. sharp, cold, elegance.

therefore i am — billie eilish.

oh no! — marina and the diamonds: the naomi song....omg. “don’t do love, don't do friends, i'm only after success” hello??? and i love the duality of confidence and anxiety in this song. “i know exactly what i want and who i want to be / i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine” and “one track mind, one track heart / if i fail i'll fall apart”.

caprice no. 24 — paganini: this is a piece renowned for its difficulty....i always imagine naomi trying to play it. and its sharpness reminds me of her too.

aida: disney princess, wants so much more than this provincial life, adventure in the great wide somewhere....

when will my life begin? — tangled ost: the perfect song for aida! she's bored by the routine in her life and craves something new and exciting. she does make the most out of each day but also she just wants something new, you know?

belle — beauty and the beast ost. aida walking around the village in the early morning to buy ingredients for breakfast...

what the hell — avril lavigne: “all my life I've been good, but now i'm thinking what the hell, all i want is to mess around.” WOW. aida is such a goody two shoes who sets an example of how others should act but sometimes it's like. aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just want to go apeshit? i just think it's really funny. these feelings surface especially after she meets the world's #1 troublemaker, kaname.

kaname: gaslight gatekeep girlboss. eat the rich.

bad guy — billie eilish.

royals — lorde: “i've never seen a diamond in the flesh”, “we aren't caught up in your love affair”, “we’ll never be royals, it don't run in our blood”. kaname also definitely turns up her nose at the lavish decadent lifestyles of the wealthy.

anklebiters — paramore: 'someday you're gonna be the only one you've got' okay! scream.

buddy, ryo — devilman crybaby ost.

shou: gothic, weird, eerie. like a wisp of dark darting between the trees....not really of this world...

control — halsey.

seven devils — florence + the machine.

meet me in the woods — lord huron: this song is delightfully gothic and creepy and otherworldly. just like shou is, constantly straddling the line between this world and the world of the dead.

little dark age — mgmt.

hajime: the knight in the knight-and-prince dynamic. has the unfortunate dilemma of crushing on said prince.

tongue tied — grouplove: something about being in love with your best friend 😳😳

somebody else — the 1975.

king and lionheart — of monsters and men.

zen: extremely bisexual. he's just here for a good time not a long time. he's the complete opposite of kiku in that he revels in his lavish decadent lifestyle and wouldn't have it any other way.

how to be a heartbreaker — marina. this is his anthem tbh....zen doesn't know the meaning of commitment. he loves playing around,,,breaking hearts,,,,but what's going to happen when he actually catches feelings??

young and beautiful — lana del ray. everyone loves zen....but will they still love him even when he's no longer young and beautiful? i like to think it's an insecurity of his. also #doriangray vibes....

god, i hate shakespeare — something rotten! ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER JGJDKSJGJ this is scandalous of me to admit as an english major.......anyway this is absolutely zen energy. bizarrely, i like to imagine this is a dialogue between zen and kiku hghfhgj

[lost-in-the-80s]

You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 5

Pairing: Duff McKagan x reader

Words: 3,115k

Summary: Guns n Roses hires a new tour assistant, but nobody thought that Duff would fall for her.

In this Chapter: Y/N is back on the road with Guns n Roses. Will things with Duff remain awkward?

A/N: Hello, my friends! This chapter is very cute. I have a little spoiler about the next chapter: It’s going to be Duff's pov.  Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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It was a bright sunny day in Los Angeles when Y/N got inside a taxi to go back on tour with Guns n Roses.

The so-called one-month pause became two as soon as Nikki Sixx, the bassist of Mötley Crüe, overdosed and the whole band had to go to rehab, leaving Guns hanging without a band to open for.

She still remembered when Tom called her telling her that they had lost the contract and that the band was feeling very down. However, Aerosmith showed up with a golden opportunity, they wanted Guns to open for them on the European leg of the tour. 

So here she was, on her way to the airport to meet with five crazy rockers who, as much as she disliked to admit, she had missed a lot.

These two months out of the road were great for her. She spent the holidays with her family in North Dakota and visited her friends in L. A and finally helped Rose with a part of the rent for the apartment.

She also enjoyed her time doing one of the things she loved the most: go to the beach and get a good old suntan. That was the best part about living in L.A in her opinion, the whole year felt like summer, completely different from the snowy and cold winter in North Dakota.

One week before going back on tour she attended an appointment at her favorite hairstylist, renovating its locks that were now quite long. Giving herself a spa day before going back to the bus’ couch, as Tom would go with them on tour again.

These two months also allowed her to think a lot about Duff. In the first days she was feeling blue, the way he spoke to her during that afternoon and how he didn’t talk to her after that hurt. He even switched places with Steven on the plane back to L.A, just so he didn’t need to sit beside her.

During December she questioned herself about what had she done that could’ve let him so angry at her, but after spending two weeks away from Los Angeles, she got to focus on other things, and following her mom’s advice she decided to give time to time and see how things would.

Izzy helped her with that process too, they crossed paths one day at a park, she went there with her friend’s nephew as she was babysitting and he was skating there. The two of them talked for a few hours and he told her that Duff was just in a bad week, that she shouldn’t take it personally, which made her lose that guilty feeling she was having.

Guilty and Sad, that’s how she was feeling in the beginning. But now she had convinced herself that whatever she had felt for Duff was over. She told herself plenty of times she just felt like that because she was feeling lonely and he had been nice to her.

So now, arriving at the airport, she was 100% sure that she’d look at Duff and her heart wouldn’t skip a bit. They’d talk and she wouldn’t stutter or blush and things would go as they were meant to be.

Walking through the crowd of people inside the airport she finally spotted a tall fuzzy blonde head. Duff. They were just a few meters away from her, making a smile appear on her face.

“Y/N!” Steven shouted waving, not sure if she had seen them.

She raised her hand waving back at him.

“Hello, fellas.” She placed her bags on the ground stopping in front of them.

“Wow, look at you, all tanned!” Slash exclaimed, opening his arms and walking towards the girl to get a hug.

“You know, every time I was about to put a shirt on, I listened to your voice saying that they were the biggest expression of my bad taste.” He said when they let go of each other, smiling at her.

“So you stopped wearing them?” She tilted her head while smiling.

“Nope.” He turned around showing the back of this t-shirt, where “Fuck off I’m out” could be read.

She shook her head, giggling a little.

“I want a hug too!” Steven popped up beside her, involving her in a bear hug, lifting off the ground. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Stevie.” She giggled.

“Do you want a hug too?” She looked at Izzy, smirking.

“No.” He said and the two of them laughed. 

“Well, I want one.” Duff showed up in front of her, opening his arms.

She hesitated for a second, but moved forward and wrapped her arms around his body. 

When he involved her, a certain electricity ran through her body and she wanted to never let go of him. He smelled of cigarettes and cologne though she could smell a small hint of vodka, as if it had stayed in his jacket after he washed it. 

He lowered his head to hers and said close to her left ear. “I’m sorry for being an asshole with you.” His voice was low, as if he was sharing a secret that only she could know about.

The sound caused goosebumps on her body, as she answered in almost a whisper. “It’s okay.”

They let go of each other and suddenly she realized that they had been hugging each other for quite a while, since Tom had arrived and they didn’t even notice.

Duff moved away rubbing the back of his neck, starting some conversation with Slash.

“Hey, Tom! How were your holidays?” She gave him a quick embrace before stopping beside Steven, who hugged her from beside and rested his face on her shoulder.

“It was good, I was missing the kids already.” He smiled tenderly.

“You have kids? I didn’t know that.” She moved one arm away from Steven's grip so she could hug him back.

She looked down and thought that he looked just like a child when they’re bored and start to get sleepy.

“Yes, I do. Here,” He took his wallet out of the blazer’s pocket, showing her some small pictures he had in it. “this is Jenna, she’s 10,” He pointed to a ginger girl with lots of freckles. “and this is Brian, he’s 6.” He showed a boy wearing a baseball hat.

“They’re adorable, Tom! I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for you to be away from them all the time.” Y/N smiled at him seeing that he truly loved the kids.

“Yeah, it’s difficult, but it’s a part of the job. It’s thanks to my absence that they’ll be able to go to college.” He put his wallet back in the pocket and adjusted his glasses.

“You’re a good father, Tom.”

He grinned at her words.

“You really are. Can I meet the kids someday?” Steven asked, lifting his head off of her shoulder. 

“When the tour is over, let’s have dinner together. I’ll take them and Martha along.” He grabbed his bags from the ground.

“Sure! That’d be cool.” Steven smiled, letting go of Y/N.

“Anyway. Where’s Axl? We need to be on the plane line in 15 minutes.”

“He’s late.” Izzy showed up lighting up a cigarette.

“Not so late,” Duff said, pointing towards the other side of the airport. 

Y/N looked and at first, she couldn’t see anything, but then some ginger locks in a flannel shirt showed up. 

“You’re late.” Tom said, starting to walk towards the line. 

“Sorry, Erin was keeping me busy… if you know what I mean.” He smirked.

“Jesus.” Y/N made a disgusted face while following Tom.

Inside the plane, she found herself in a seat between Steven and Slash. Duff, Izzy and Axl on the other side of the corridor while Tom was sitting one line ahead, beside an old lady.

“Oh man, I wish I could bring Ana with me.” Slash complained.

“Who’s Ana?” Y/N asked smirking.

“My python. I bought her last month.” He smiled turning towards her.

“You mean a snake?” She widened her eyes. 

He nodded.

“You have a snake as a pet?” She shivered under the thought, she was terrified of snakes.

“Yes, they are lovely creatures.”

“I’m scared to death of them.”

“No way! But they’re nice!” He turned his body towards her a little, ready to start an argumentation.

“I grew up on a farm, Slash. One of them passed right in front of my feet when we were plowing the land.”

“Did it bite you?” He moved his hair away from his face, lifting an eyebrow at her.

“Well...no.”

“Then why are you scared? They aren’t violent animals. They just attack if you scare them. Dogs kill more people per year than snakes.” 

She paused for a second. “Yeah, you’re right. But still, I don’t think I’ll ever visit your house now.”

He giggled. “Do you have any pets?”

“We always had lots of dogs. They’re easy to train and help you with some chores.” He nodded at her. “I have a cat. Though I don’t know if I could call him mine yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I left him in ND when I moved to L.A. I just see him when I visit my parents now.”

“What’s his name?”

“Thomas.”

Slash laughed. 

“What?”

“Thomas, you know?” He laughed harder.

Y/N frowned at him, not understanding.

Then Slash pointed to the seat in front of him, where Tom was sitting. 

She looked at Tom, then at Slash, then at Tom again and finally understood. Her cat had the same name as Tom. 

Y/N laughed, she had never stopped to realize that until now.

Out in the distance, she didn’t see Duff looking at her and smiling when she laughed. 

----

Arriving in London, they followed up with their normal activities. Did the soundcheck, had an interview and went backstage to get ready.

“Do you think I should tease my hair?” Axl asked Izzy who simply shook his head as a response.

“God, I’m nervous,” Duff said walking back and forth inside the room. “I need more vodka.”

“No more drinking, you need to calm down.” Y/N pointed at him, then pointing to a black couch at the end of the room, meaning that he should sit down.

“That’s why I need vodka, love.” He walked past her, going after more booze.

The nickname made her cheeks burn and she tried her best not to smile.

“Fuck, I’m nervous too.” Slash said.

“Why are you guys so nervous? You’ve done lots of gigs like this before.” She asked, frowning.

“No, we haven’t, Y/N,” Izzy said, sitting on the couch while looking for his cigarettes. “We’re in another country, a whole different crowd.”

“It’s our first time outside from home.” Duff said, reappearing in the room and sitting beside Izzy.

“Plus, It’s Aerosmith, fuck! We can’t fuck this up.” Steven added, while trying to choose a t-shirt. “Y/N. The black or the white one?” He showed her the two blouses.

“The black one.” She pointed with her pen. “You guys just need to breathe, everything will go fine. I’m sure about it.” She smiled at them, trying to calm their nerves. 

“Shit, I think I’m gonna freak out.” Duff exclaimed, drinking almost half the bottle down. 

“Not now. I need you good okay?” Axl crouched in front of him. “Just take long breaths, it’s no big deal.”

Axl started breathing slowly, soon being followed by Duff, that seemed to get calmer.

“Guys, you have to go. You’re in in five minutes.”  She said looking at her wristwatch.

“Fuck! I’m not ready yet!” Axl complained, rushing towards their bags looking for his clothes as he was still in his travel clothing. 

“Oh, God, not today!” Izzy rolled his eyes, starting to smoke the third cigarette.

“What do you want to wear tonight?” She asked, sitting on the floor beside him. 

“My leather pants and the leather waistcoat.” He looked at her. “Find them and I’ll find the shoes and my bandana.” 

Moving to Axl’s second bag she started looking inside, throwing some of the clothes on the ground. “Got the pants!” She yelled, throwing them in his direction. 

“Not this one! I want the cowboy leather pants.” Axl complained.

“Axl!” Izzy interjected. 

“Fine, fine!” He lifted his hands in surrender.

After a few minutes, he was ready, running down the corridors while putting his sneakers on. 

“You should watch the gig,” Steven said. “You’ve never watched one.”

“That’s because I always have to organize your mess.” She giggled a little.

“No, seriously, I think you’d like it.” 

Thinking for a second she answered shrugging. “Why not?” 

“Yeas!” He smiled before getting onstage. 

Finding some equipment boxes on the side-door of the stage, she climbed on a big one, sitting on it and placing her agenda on her side. 

The gig started and she understood why everybody was getting crazy about them. 

Axl moved around as if he had eaten batteries for breakfast, jumping, running, screaming and singing. His voice was incredible and he was fierce, just what you need for a frontman.

Slash had lost all his shyness. Dancing, jumping and playing like a god. Every note that left his guitar sounded magical, precisely right. And even though she couldn’t see his face, she could tell that he loved doing that.

Izzy was like a black cat in the night, that you just notice if you pay attention. He moved around calmly, playing his guitar and singing the backing vocals so peacefully, as if he was born to do that. 

Steven, well, now she understood why they called him popcorn. His hair bounced up and down as his head accompanied the drums he was playing. He smiled and sang along and if he could, she was sure he’d get up and dance to the songs.

But nobody caught her eyes like Duff did. The velocity with which he moved his fingers, the way his head kept up with the beat of the song. The way he walked so majestically with his long legs crossing the stage in a few seconds.

He was beautiful, a masterpiece in her opinion. And she knew that there was no use in trying to fight, she was already in love with him. 

----

After the gig, they did the check-in in the hotel, taking a quick shower before stopping in a restaurant for dinner. 

Joining two tables together, they sat down. Tom and Izzy taking the borders, Axl, Slash and Steven taking one side while Y/N and Duff took the other.

It was a simple restaurant, nothing fancy, and as they talked and ate Y/N couldn’t help but feeling like she was having dinner with old friends of hers.

“So I get home and grandma is complaining that Axl was sleeping on her couch and that she wants him out of the house.” Slash was telling a story about when Axl used to sleep in his basement.  

“I go downstairs and say ‘Axl, you have to find somewhere else to stay, bro’ and he’s like furiously throwing his things inside this backpack while giving me an angry look.”

Axl was laughing at this point.

“We got in my mom’s car and I started driving him towards the place where Izzy was crashing and I was like ‘Why did you sleep on her couch, dude? I had told you not to do that!’ and he looks at me with that ‘I’m gonna kill you look’, he opens the door and jumps out of the car!”

“What?” Y/N asked.

They were all laughing.

“I was pissed.” Axl answered.

“Pissed? None of us saw you for three days!” Slash added while Duff wiped some tears away from his eyes. 

“I needed time to calm down.” Axl replied calmly, still smiling as he lifted his glass to drink from it. 

“This is the best story you guys ever told me!” She said after she stopped laughing.

----

Leaving the restaurant they started walking towards the hotel, they all went in front, leaving Duff and her behind.

It was a cold night in London and Y/N had definitely forgotten that their winter was actually cold.

A cold breeze got her when she turned a corner and she shivered, hugging herself. Her sweater was definitely not enough for a night like that. 

“Here.” She looked to her side and saw Duff taking off his leather jacket and handing it to her.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Y/N. Take the jacket.” He smiled at her.

She took it, her cold fingers touching his warm hand slightly. 

Putting the jacket on she realized it was big on her, the smell of his cologne mixed with Marlboro hit her nostrils and she hugged the jacket closer to her body, wishing that it was him who was involving her. 

A few minutes passed by and they finally reached the hotel. Entering the lobby the warmth welcomed them in and she smiled. 

“On which floor are you?” Duff asked.

“Fourth.” She started to take the jacket off. 

“I’m on the sixth.” 

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled. “Thanks for the jacket, Duff.”

“It’s ok.”

They stopped for a second, looking at each other almost as if they were in trance. 

Duff put a lock of her hair behind her ear and licked his lips.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice cut the atmosphere, making her jump slightly and look in his direction. “Are you coming?” He pointed to the elevator.

“Yeah, just a sec.” 

Looking at Duff again, she gave him a small smile. “Good night, Duff.”

He leaned down, lightly kissing her cheek. “Good night, Y/N.” 

Getting in her room she quickly changed into some comfy pajamas. She stopped in front of the bathroom mirror when brushing her teeth and soon realized that she was smiling.

Her face seemed to be tickling where his fingers had brushed ever so delicately over. And she could still feel the warmth of his lips against her skin.

“Oh, Y/N. You are so fucked now.” She said to herself, walking towards the bed and jumping on it. 

She laid there, but she couldn’t sleep, his face and voice filling her mind along with the memories of him playing onstage. 

Her hair, which had stayed inside the jacket during the walk to the hotel, was smelling like him.

She turned around, facing the illuminated building in front of the hotel while smiling.

Yes, she was fucked. But she was feeling so happy that she couldn’t even get mad at herself for feeling like this. 

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"Oh, my God. I'm blind!"

"Only you can congratulate me like that,” says Lily laughing.

"Wow, look at that rock" I grab her left hand. “Wait, when did this happen? And why didn't we know anything?"

"Oh, not again,” says James entering the room.

“It's nothing personal, Persephone. It was just us at James's house…”

“She’s wrong, it is personal. We didn't tell you anything, and we didn't tell Sirius, you can't keep a secret,” Lily slaps his arm.

"I'm offended!”

"I'm sorry.”

I sigh.

"Okay I guess,” I cross my arms and sit on the couch.

"Did they already tell you?" Sirius enters and mimics my actions. “And I thought I had a best friend. In fact, I no longer have friends. Remus and Peter did know.”

"What?"

“And you know who else? Jenna and Marlene. No wonder even the Longbottoms know about it before we do!”

"Oh, stop crying," says James.

“This is high treason, James. We can’t not cry.”

"Could you just congratulate us?" asks Lily making a puppy face. I wince, but then I get up.

"Congratulations on marrying the most blind and stupid person in the world,” I say hugging her. She laughs. I walk up to James and hug him. "Congratulations on marrying the most dramatic redhead in the world."

"Ha! Look who says it!” He answers and I push him when we part.

Sirius stands in front of James with his arms crossed.

“Come on, Paddie. You have to congratulate me. I'm going to get married and I need a best man,” He opens his arms.

Sirius looks surprised.

“Isn't it Remus?"

"Don't tell him, but you’re my favorite.”

With just those words, Sirius lunges into James's arms. A very… rare moment, but it doesn't surprise me.

“They already ruined the moment. Would you like to be part of my bridesmaids? " Lily whispers to me.

I don't want to do the same as Sirius, it would be very embarrassing, but I can't help it.

"I-really?" My eyes water. She nods.

“I know we haven't had a good start, but I think we're both ready to forget everything and move on. I want you there and not just as a guest, after all, you helped James.”

She hugs me. I reciprocate without being able to avoid crying. Never ever in my life did I imagine being in this situation.

"I would love to, Lily.”

We part, we wipe the tears and laugh. I turn to my left and the two fools keep hugging as if the world depends on it.

***

"I must say, I was expecting a mess," I say sitting down on the couch. Sirius's apartment is strangely tidy and even bright.

"Ask the others and no one will deny that I am the tidiest of the four,” He hands me a bottle of beer and sits next to me. "You like it?"

The apartment is a good combination of magical things and Muggle things. Pictures and other decorations that represent Sirius' style very well. I must admit that he has a good taste in decoration, unlike me who could not even decorate my room at Apollo's house and at my parents' house, I had no other choice.

“It's perfect.”

I can't help but imagine living here with him. Just the two. He has not insisted on moving, but my mind takes care of it.

"You did a great job,” I comment.

“I had help from Fleamont, James and Remus. But, well, it was my idea. Besides, I couldn't have done it without Alphard,” he says nostalgically. I take his hand.

"He would be proud of you,” he nods with a smile.

“Also of you. You've made a great effort with therapy. Jane told me that you only need a couple more to be good to go…”

"What can I say? Listening to all these voices asking me how I am, if I need something, if I can walk and move my arm without crying, in addition to having a baby drooling on my cheek every time it hurts, it is a great help to move on.”

He laughs.

“Speaking of drooling babies, James asked me to buy some things for the wedding. Will you accompany me to Diagon Alley?"

I frown.

"The wedding is still a long way off?”

“That's what I said, but I didn't expect James to be the Groomzila at the wedding. He seemed very nervous, so I didn't want to tell him anything else that might upset him.”

“Okay," I chuckle.

We both appear in a few seconds in the alley. All afternoon we were buying some things for James, for the apartment and we could not miss the sweets.

At one point, Sirius stays at the Quidditch shop while I got distracted in a clothing store.

It's nice to spend the day like this, just the two of us and even have moments alone without planning it. I take my time looking at some dresses. I buy a pair and as soon as I leave the store, I hear a squeal.

"Yes, there it is! My beautiful, beautiful girlfriend!” He says grabbing my waist, pulling me closer to him. I look at him confused. "You see? I've already settled down and I don't need another person.” He says nervously and then kisses my temple.

I don’t understand anything. I look forward, meeting two quite surprised girls. I recognize one of them.

"Danny?" I ask the brown haired girl.

"Hey, Persephone!” She smiles hugging me.

"You know each other?" The other two girls and Sirius ask at the same time.

"Yeah, we were both in Slytherin," She points out.

"What's wrong?" I ask Sirius.

"Nothing! We weren't doing anything, I never did anything!” He answers, upset.

Danny laughs next to me.

"I must say I never expected to see the great Sirius Black so nervous," She turns to see me. “My friends and I found him at the Quidditch shop and decided to talk to him. It hasn't been long since we left school. To tell the truth, we thought he was single…”

"No offense, but he was alone,” says another girl with black hair. "We didn’t think that a womanizer could change and less with the only Singh who’s not worthy,” She scoffs. I clench my teeth but smile.

“Well, now you know. We’re together.”

"For now,” She mimics my smile.

I shake my head.

“I’m not playing this game. We're out of school, I don't think it's the best thing to keep fighting and even less for a boy.”

"Hey," Sirius complains.

The girl laughs.

“Even though we’re no longer at Hogwarts, you are still the girl who disappointed her family, do you think that your great secret was going to be hidden forever? I'm not even surprised. Ever since you started a friendship with Mudblood Evans, I knew it was only a matter of time…”

I frown as the others watch us uncomfortable.

“Listen, I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you care so much about my life. Maybe yours is boring, but that doesn't mean you should spit out your poison.”

"It's part of the charm, honey," She laughs. "Who would have thought that Trixie was right all this time!”

"What!?" Sirius and I say at the same time.

"Hello guys!”

Trixie the devil is in front of us, smiling like she has won a contest. Sirius and I step back and hold hands.

"Please, not again," The boy groans.

"Oh, come on. I know we had our differences, but I’m tired of this game,” She looks at me. "It was about time your parents realized what a danger you are,” then looks at Sirius. "And it's a shame that your family left you alone in the world, dear Sirius, but I have been told that Regulus has done a great job!”

I really want to feel anger and rage towards the girl, but I’m still shocked to see her.

"Don't you get tired of repeating it?" Sirius asks "I don't think the story with our families is that important now.”

“Oh, Sirius. You don't have an idea,” Trixie smiles. She eyes me from top to bottom, then looks back at Sirius. “I could help you,” she says flirtatiously. At that moment I react.

"Thank you, but no thank you, we're good.”

She sighs ignoring me.

"This is your time to leave Persephone.”

"He won’t do it and less with someone like you.”

"Come on, who wants to be in a relationship with a girl who doesn't know how to obey when he can be with me?"

"I'd rather eat a snake," Sirius comments.

"We don't need you, not you or your friends, I don't know what her name is," He scowls.

"We're not interested in your plans, Sirius and I couldn't be better." I raise my eyebrows. "Actually, we’re in the process of moving in together."

Trixie raises an eyebrow.

"What?" says the black haired girl and Sirius.

“Yes and we don't have much time. We're very busy, we can't wait to get everything ready and well, you know, get everything, right, honey?" I look at Sirius who looks like his eyes are about to pop out.

"Uh, yeah. We have to go,” He answers.

Trixie laughs.

"Well, it's sad to see one more boy run into the void,” She sighs, looks at her friend with black hair and they both leave, leaving Danny.

“In my defense, the other girl is my cousin and I had no choice. Besides, I warned them,” She points to them, smirking.

"You have hope,” I tell her.

"Maybe, but I think they have been humiliated enough," She says. “But congrats, guys,” She smiles.

"Yes, it’s a big surprise,” says Sirius next to me. I avoid his gaze.

"Oh, and I found out that Potter and Evans are finally getting married! About time, at Hogwarts we made bets to see if at some point they would get together or kill each other,” I appreciate that she changes the subject.

"I never won," I complain. She laughs.

“I think my presence is no longer required and I must go take care of the two snakes. It was good to see you guys!” She says.

When we are alone, Sirius stands in front of me.

"Of all the ways you could say yes to the move, I never thought it’d be like that and less in front of the devil,” I thought he was going to be angry, but his mocking smile tells me otherwise. “But did you mean it or was it just to mark your territory? Which, I must say, was quite… interesting– to see you jealous,”He raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes.

"It wasn't about you."

“Sure."

“Whatever," I cross my arms and hear him laugh. I make a face. “But, I was serious, I've been thinking about it and there are more things in favor than against and I have healed enough.”

“So," He cups my cheek. "Will you move in with me?"

“Yes," He smiles and kisses me slowly.

"Oh, I can't wait to tell everyone!” He teases causing my cheeks to burn. He lets out a laugh, but it doesn't last long. He now he makes a face.

"What?"

"Now that I think about it, we may have our first argument," He says sheepishly.

"Now what did you do?"

“Oh, it's not exactly what I did, just maybe, maybe… you don't have closet space.”

I step away confused.

"How many clothes can you have Sirius?"

"You'll be surprised.”

***

"It smells delicious!” says Andy entering the apartment.

"Courtesy of Sirius and Lily!” I smile at her.

"This is my husband, Ted,” She introduces a tall blond man with a warm smile. "And this little girl is Nymphadora!” She says, revealing a girl with purple hair. She seems very shy and she doesn't want to get away from her mother, so she doesn't pressure her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you,” I step aside to let them pass.

"Andy!" Sirius yells before hugging his cousin.

"Uncle Siri!” The girl demands Sirius's attention when she separates from her mother.

"What?" He says surprised. "Who are you?"

“Dora," She answers with an amused smile.

“No-uh, my pretty niece Dora is still just a baby! And what I see here is a big girl!”

"I am the bit girl!" She squeals raising her arms. Sirius carries her and they both share a big hug.

After the introductions, Sirius and Lily announce that dinner still needed more time, so we all sit in the small room.

"It's great to see how much you've accomplished," Andy tells Sirius. "I'm very proud of my Siri!” She says squeezing the boy's cheek. We all laugh at his complaints.

"So responsible, our dear Siri,” snorts James.

"What about you, dear Jamie?" Andromeda says. James blushes. "Graduated and about to get married!”

"Very important adult things, without a doubt, Andromeda,” He replies, feigning maturity. She frowns. "And as an adult I ask you to please not call me, Jamie.”

"Impossible, Jamie.”

James complains.

"At least Remus isn't here, it would be worse…”

"Don't worry, Prongs, I'll inform him about your new nickname,” Sirius replies.

“Oh, yeah! Lupin, where is he? " Andromeda asks.

"Uh, he's busy," I say hiding my nervousness from her.

"Yeah, he has a little furry problem," Sirius says.

"Do you have a puppy?" Dora asks.

"Something like that.”

The others keep talking, Andy, Sirius and Lily talk about dinner, while James talks to Ted about Fleamont's inventions. So I’m left alone with the six-year-old girl.

"So, Dora," I begin. She looks at me. “When you arrived your hair was purple, but now it’s blue.”

“Yes, sometimes it happens. I’m a metamorphomagus, that means I can change the color of my hair whenever I want!” She explains making me laugh.

"That's great!”

"Do you believe it? Some children think it’s something strange,” She says.

"Oh no. I think it's the coolest thing I've ever seen. What other colors can you do?"

“I like the way pink looks! Look,” She closes her eyes and little by little her hair turns bubblegum pink.

We both laugh and keep trying other colors.

The night passed quietly between the delicious dinner, stories, jokes and conversations that only the walls within the apartment will know.

Only until it was too late, the Tonks must go. Ted carries a sleeping Dora, but before they leave the place, Andromeda looks at the four with concern.

“I know that everything has been very nice in your lives these last few months. I wish everything were fine, but Dumbledore will soon notify you of a new meeting. You-Know-Who no longer wants to be in the shadows and it’s better to prepare,” She looks at us with a sad smile. “The most important thing is to be together. You should also let Peter and Remus know.”

“We will, Andy. Thanks,” She nods and the three of them leave.

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George Russell imagine

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"I can't believe we are finally going to watch the Silverstone Grand Prix in 4 more days. I can't wait." My friend, Jenna says across our table at the coffee shop down the road from my house. We meet here for coffee every Wednesday when we don't have class. "I'm so excited. Hopefully we will be able to meet some of the drivers." My other friend, Jessie says. "Same. I can barley concentrate in class." My best friend Jemma says.

"I honestly can't wait, My first Grand Prix." I say keeping up my act. I have actually been to a couple Grand Prix's over the last few months with my boyfriend, George Russel. I go as a spectator and sit in the seats right next to the grid as we have decided to keep our relationship private for now. I say goodbye to my friends as I walk outside to my car and drive to the airport as George flies into London today and he is staying with me in my apartment for the next 2 weeks.

I pull up outside Heathrow airport and see that George is swarmed by paparazzi. "Hello." I hear his voice from the back seat as he climbs in. I quickly pull away from the paparazzi. "Hi love. How was your flight?" I ask and smile at him in the rear view mirror. "Great but I'm better now that I'm with you." He says, which makes me blush.

As soon as we finished breakfast George gave me a kiss before running out the door. We cuddled a little too much this morning and now he is going to be late for his meeting with Mercedes in preparation for the race weekend which starts tomorrow. I begin to tidy up the apartment a little after what happened when we got back from the airport...

"You nervous babe?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his torso as I watch him make a cup of tea. "Only because you will be watching me." George says, turning around and placing his hands on my hips. "Babe, you don't have to be nervous about me." I say. "I want to make you proud." He admits softly. "George, no matter what happens on the track. You can be sure of one thing. I will always be proud of you and that's a guarantee." I quickly press my lips to his. After a few minutes he pulled away. "My tea is getting cold." He says. I lightly smack his shoulder. "You serious," I ask with a smile "I'm here making out with you and all you can think about is your tea?" I ask. He smiles nervously. "Honestly so rude." I say and pretend to be upset with him while walking out the kitchen.

He runs up behind me and picks me up spinning me around. "Georgie, put me down." I giggle. "What on earth." I hear. We stop and George puts me down. "Jemma, hi." I say nervously. She looks between me and George, confused. "Jemma. This is my boyfriend Geo-" "George Russell." She interrupts me. "How long has this been going on." She questions. "6 months." George says looking at me with a smile plastered on his face. "Omg and you didn't tell us." Jemma says. "Yeah I know but please don't tell anyone. We don't want to go public just yet." I say to her and she nods understandingly.

George left and jemma spent the next ten minutes telling me off for not telling her about him. Eventually Jenna and Jessie show up and we leave for the track. I place my Mercedes hat on (a/n. Yes George is racing for Mercedes.) and I pack my paddock pass that George insisted I get, just Incase I need it. Eventually we make it to the track and we find our seats. "You booked the tickets right?" Jessie yelled at  me over the noise of the crowd. I nod my head. "Explains why we are sitting directly across from the Mercedes garage." Jenna says, mocking me. I roll my eyes as they giggle. I have never really been close with them but jemma is friends with them so I tolerate them.

"I get that George Russell is hot but there are way better looking guys on track. Plus I'm sure George has a secret girlfriend hiding here somewhere." Jessie says with a laugh. "Yeah and I bet she is ugly too." Jenna says with a cackle. "That's a bit to far guys. I'm sure she is just as beautiful as the rest of us." Jemma says, sticking up for me. I squeeze her shoulder to say thanks.

The cars are all situated on the grid and the race is about to start. After the qualifying yesterday, George is starting p2 which is a career best start.

There are 9 laps left and George is so far ahead of the other drivers it will take a miracle for them to catch up. "George Russell is in P1 and Lando Norris is 40 seconds behind him in P2." The announcer says. "He is going to win his first Grand Prix, I have to be there." I say to myself and Jemma hears me. "Go to your mans. I'll cover for you." She says and I immediately jump up and spring down the stairs and towards the paddock entrance. I slow down and rummage around my backpack for my pass. I find it and scan it, the security lets me in. I fix my hair and I speed walk through the paddock to the Mercedes garage.

"5 laps left"

I make it to the Mercedes garage and walk in. Someone with a list stops me and surprisingly my name is at the bottom of the list so he lets me in.

"4 laps left"

I walk up to the tv screens in the garage and many of the engineers there turn to look at me but don't say anything. I watch all the cars who's around the track but specifically the Mercedes car in front.

"3 laps left"

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Toto Wolff standing there. "Hello." He says. "Hi." I greet back before he walks back to the pit wall. Toto is the person who got me the paddock pass so he knows that George and I are together.

"2 laps left."

George is still in the lead but Lando is closing the gap. I nervously pick at my cuticles as I watch the screens in front of me.

"Final lap of the British Grand Prix"

He is going to win. I can't believe it. I start bouncing on the balls of my feet. The excitement rushing through my body.

"And it's George Russell in the Mercedes who wins the British Grand Prix." The announcer says and I hear my name being yelled. It's Toto and he is waving me over. "Yes!" I yell at Toto over the noise of the crowd and he hugs me. I follow him to where the drivers park their cars at the end of the race.

I wait at the barrier and George jumps into his team and celebrated with them before seeing me. The smile on my face is so wide my face is beginning to hurt. George wraps his arms around me and lifts me up over the barrier. He rips his helmet off of his head and grabs my waist. He pulls me close and connects my lips to his. He pulls away quickly and I see my face plastered on the giant screen. I ignore it and celebrate with him till he has to leave to get weighed.

After George has showered we walk out the Mercedes garage to where the exit for the paddock is. George walks next to me with his arm placed around my shoulders. I hear my name being called and I look over to see Jemma standing next to the guard. "Let her in." George yells and the man nods. Jemma sprints over to us. "Wow George that was amazing. Well done." She says to him. "Thanks." He says.

"What happened to Jessie and Jenna?" I ask as we continue to walk to the exit. "Oh you don't wanna know. I was so close to murdering them. You should have heard the stuff they said about you after you left." She said. "What did they say?" I asked cautiously. Jemma stops and I stopped next to her which ended up pulling George's arm because he wasn't expecting it. "They called you horrible names. Especially when they saw you too on the screen after the race." She said. I felt George squeeze my shoulder. "You have always said that they aren't very nice people." George said from next to me. "Yeah. I'm never speaking to them again." Jemma says with a smile.

[septiembrre]

Rio Headcanons

Tagged by the wonderful @foxmagpie

What are your headcanons about Rio’s family? Siblings? Parents? Lifestyle growing up?

I really love the idea of Rio having been raised by a supportive, healthy, loving, beautiful nuclear family. I personally have imagined him with siblings -- sisters! Cousins! I think his respect for women and their power has to come from somewhere and it’s probably a matriarch. He has a strong handle on parenting and I think he must be modeling his own caregivers... 

But, @foxmagpie pointed out the black & white vintage photos in his closet...  Obviously, I had seen them but I just understood them to be like my family’s own old photographs. I had thought -- they’re just his ancestors, probably his grandparents or bisabuelos. But, then I realized there’s no sign of sisters, any siblings or of his parents in his apartment.  The Good Girls set design team loves a ridiculously terrible photo prop (hello old Dean/Beth family photos) and you know they would have been down to make the same thing for Rio... but alas. All we have are those photos of Rio + Marcus, an ambiguous baby picture and the black & white photo and it’s probably intentional. 

I come from a small, atypical Mexican-American family structure myself, but I feel for him. I always headcanoned that he had a dad who had died when he was a kid or a teenager and that maybe his mom was still around and involved in his & Marcus’ life. But, quizas no? 

I’m curious about how much Beth knows now about Rio’s family structure from Rhea. She knows Rhea’s a single mom, and her co-parent was out of the picture for a spell. But, I think Rhea would have also mentioned involvement or support from Marcus’s other set of abuelos/her former in-laws? 

So... who were Rio’s caregivers? His grandparents? No sisters??? We should all collectively DM Manny and ask him to share his own Rio backstory headcanons. Haha, watch -- the show is totally going to ret-con this in Season 4. 

It’s interesting overall how the writer’s deploy family world-building for the characters. Dean’s mom is the only one on-screen -- and Dean’s parents overall have gotten more build out than any other family history combined (wild!). I know that’s influenced by them casting Jessica Walter who is phenom, but expanding out the family histories is such a rich area for the show creators to play in if they choose to go there. All of our main protagonists have deceased parents. I think it’s been a choice on the show to play into a lack of safety net and support for the women. For better or for worse, Beth, Ruby & Annie are at a point where they are it for their children.  

That being said -- I would love to meet Stan’s parents! And I would love to get information about Rio’s coming-into-crime especially as a parallel to Beth’s experience. It’s the parallel we would all want and the parallel we deserve. (Dear show, Stop with the Boland family parallels, PLEASE! If I have to hear about Dean’s scummy dad one more time--). 

But, yes, I’m very invested in Beth & Annie’s, Ruby’s, Stan’s, and, of course, Rio’s families and hope we get to see more characterization unfold over the next seasons.

What are your headcanons for Rio and Rhea’s relationship? How do you think they met, at what point did Rhea learn about his work, was Rio in love with her, etc.?

I’m so curious about what attracts Rio to people/his love interests. It’s becoming clear what attracts him to Beth...  But, I wonder about has attracted him to others. 

While Beth & Rhea are both moms (haha, and beautiful, and well-endowed with the boobs), that’s in the present time on the show -- Rio was attracted to Rhea before she was a mom. I wonder what he looks for? What did he see in Dylan? 

Hmmm. 

What are your headcanons about Rio’s and Mick’s relationship? Did they meet through crime? Are they lifelong friends?

I want them to be childhood friends!!!! I want that so badddddd!!! 

Oh, god, can you imagine a flashback to them young in crime?! Like late teens or early 20s? Ha, as a parallel to the Beth + Ruby scene/origin story? I would die. DIE.

Do you think Rio’s been arrested before Beth got him arrested in 1.10? When, and what for?

Ha, I don’t think he’s been arrested for anything significant.  He’s plenty sanctimonious about keeping his name out of everything. 

If Rio weren’t a crime boss, what jobs do you think he’d be good at? Why?

I mean he’s probably great a math, phenom at managing a huge team/multiple business ventures, and super charismatic. What couldn’t he do? 

I think he was probably pushed to crime because of lack of opportunity for MOC and the need for money. This does make me think he came up poor. But, I think he stayed in crime because he’s so good at it, and likes the flexibility, the creativity, the $$$, and the power. 

I think he could go legit and still be pulling in decent buck with all of his business fronts but he doesn’t choose to. 

What are Rio’s hobbies outside of work and Marcus? What do you think he’d get up to on a day with absolutely no responsibilities?

He’s obviously an art heaux. The real question is WHAT’S HIS MEDIUM???? If he actually produces art like the abstract stuff up in his house, I would scream. I can see him being into photography when the mood strikes him and he has time. #hipster

I like the idea of Rio taking cooking classes in some sort of exclusive, foodie way (1:1 with a chef, or a compa who is a fly line cook). 

We know he plays tennis and I also imagine he boxes and works out at the type of high-end gym I could only dream of. It probably never smells of sweat, and all the machines are top-end, brand new. I mentioned in a post a while ago that I wasn’t sure if I wanted Rio to be my boyfriend, my bff, or to adopt me -- and I stand by it.  

Who do you think Dylan is to Rio (a friend, an associate, someone he was dating?) and why?

I do lean towards friend/associate/some one he’s fucked. Rio was very handsy with Dylan’s person. Obviously, in real life Manny & Adelfa are married, and I think they were leaning heavily on that intimacy in the scene. 

But Rio also didn’t kiss Dylan? Which leads me back to -- damn, Rio. You were fronting so hard. Like... that was high-school-level showmanship. 

What do you think Rio’s goals for the future are?

I think he wants to be his own boss, I think he likes being at the top of the food chain, and I think he wants to stay in crime because he still sees opportunities. 

I’m so curious as to what his $$$ bench marks are?

Beth’s are current financial security and probably college for all of her little ones. So what it for Rio?

- College for Marcus? 

- Inheritance for Marcus?

- Inheritance for all of his (nonexistent) family?

It has to be more than that. He’s already hit these benchmarks based off of the status symbols in the show (the G-Wagon, the quality of furniture in his loft, Rhea’s offer of maybe like a $5-10k check to Beth. Beth’s not family!).

What do you think Rio is bad at (cooking, dancing, singing, etc.)? How come?

I don’t think he can bake.

I also don’t seem him being good at boldly lying to people? It’s definitely not his style. He’s more of a lying by omission type of person. I don’t see him being able to spin a tale like Beth, but he also doesn’t have her white privilege/whole suburban mom aesthetic. 

Hm, I haven’t rewatched the show in a minute but I think the only time we’ve seen him boldly lie is to Beth -- when he lies about the nature of their relationship. Haha, and he’s really bad at it. Maybe this isn’t the fairest thing to judge him on. But, I think his lying relies on purposeful silence. 

Why do you think Rio is drawn to Beth?

I think Rio was drawn to Beth because she’s a survivor, she’s scrappy and she’s smart. I think he’s drawn to how quick she is on her feet. Beth has limited awareness but she can be really good at navigating what’s going for her and leveraging it for her gain (and Rio’s). I think he’s also been drawn to her because she’s a parent, and she can be really brave (I would say reckless!! Beth, stop endangering yourself!).

Beth’s also like absurdly beautiful. Christina is ethereal and they try to make her ... frumpy or something in the show. But... we have eyes. And Rio certainly has eyes for her figure, and her face, and like all the attributes and isn’t shy about letting her know. 

Why do you think Rio didn’t kill Beth? Was it their past, his present feelings for her, because he needed her business? Some combination?

I think Rio sees a kindred spirit in Beth and at this point (post-Season 3), she’s in his life now. Despite all that she’s done to him, he seems completely unable to extricate himself from her. I think this due to his present past feelings for her. The business is a bonus, a front if you will. 

In Season 2, there were these questions for Beth about whether all of it was real -- if she meant something to Rio, if Beth could walk back all of her crimes so far and retreat into anonymity. In Season 3, we know that Beth can’t let go of crime, and that she’s capable of the same dark deeds as Rio, and we know that Rio did care for her, cares for her still apparently because he’s very much in his feelings. Those Season 3 picnic table scenes? Wow. 

Ah, can you believe these two are going to like... have some sort of development in their relationship again? Obviously, it will be full of strife and conflict. But isn’t it wild that we have another Brio sex scene in store for us one day? Jenna Ban’s comment, “You don't go from having the hottest sex of your life to wanting someone dead without conflicted feelings” is just the BIGGEST TEASE.  How are our bbs going to be intimate with each other again? 

OKAY THIS ENDED UP BEING SUPER LONG. Jeez... If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for engaging with my headcanons. Lmk what you think :-) 

[companionjones]

A Continuation of Waitress: The Musical

Fandom: Waitress: The Musical

Pairing: Jenna Mueller x Dr. Jim Pomatter

Summary: This takes place right after the last scene in the musical, when Lulu is about four years old. Jenna runs into Pomatter on a grocery run with her daughter. Will they rekindle things?

Warnings: I refer to Pomatter as Jim a lot in this

Author’s Note: I changed Jenna’s last name (Hunterson) to Mueller because Hunterson was Earl’s last name, and I can’t imagine she kept it after leaving him. I changed it to Mueller in honor of the woman who played Jenna in the Original Broadway Cast: Jessie Mueller. You can imagine anyone as Jenna in this though.

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    Little Lulu Mueller stared up at the high shelves of the convenience store as her mother lead her through them. Lulu was four years old.

    Lulu loved her life. Everyday, she would wake up and go to her mother’s work: A bakery that was named after Little Lulu. There, all the adults who worked there would look after the young girl. Dawn and Ogie taught her about books and history, and Becky and Cal taught her about life as a whole and how to stand up for herself.

    Despite loving the time spent with all of those people, Lulu was happiest watching her mother bake pies. Sometimes, her mother would even let Lulu help. The little girl felt really special during those occasion.

    Back at the convenience store, something caught Lulu’s eye, or rather, someone.

    “Mamma, that man’s staring at you,” Lulu had meant that to sound less creepy.

    Understandably alarmed, Jenna quickly turned around. The identity of the man took her by full surprise. “Dr. Pomatter?”

    The OB/GYN had been trying to hide himself behind a display of Lay’s potato chips. “Hey, Jenna...” he stepped into full view.

    Lulu giggled at the weird man.

    “Oh my god. It’s been how long?” Jenna wondered.

    “Four or five years, judging by Lulu’s age...” Dr. Pomatter awkwardly guessed.

    Jenna nodded. “Right...she’s four now. Lulu baby, this is Dr. Pomatter. He was our doctor while you were in my belly.”

    Dr. Pomatter shifted his gaze down to the small girl. His smile was something that had Lulu smiling back. “You can call me Jim,” he offered her.

    “Hi, Jim,” greeted little Lulu.

    Silence spread. Little Lulu looked between the two adults, confused why no one was talking.

    Finally, Jim asked, “So, how are you doing?”

    Jenna nodded, “Fine. We’re just out to get some groceries and some stuff for a thing that’s going on tonight at the bakery.”

    “It’s Aunt Becky’s Independence Day!” Lulu blurted out cheerfully.

    Confused, Dr. Pomatter looked to Jenna.

    She was sheepish in her explanation. “We--uh--call the days we left our marriages Independence Days. Dawn named them.”

    “I like the cake,” informed Lulu with a giggle.

    A smile twitched on Dr. Pomatter’s face for Lulu. He notified her mother, “Then, I guess my Independence Day is March 10th.”

    Lulu grinned when she was able to figure out the math in her head. “Mamma! That’s a few days after my birthday!”

    “I--uh--I know, sweetie.” She shared a look with Dr. Pomatter that Lulu didn’t understand.

    Suddenly, Jenna spouted out, “Would you like to come to the bakery tonight? We make Independence Days these sort of parties...”

    Dr. Pomatter seemed to be taken off guard. He sputtered, “Uh, yeah. Yes! Yes, of course. I-I would love to!”

    Jenna chuckled at Dr. Pomatter’s enthusiasm. “Is seven a good time for you?”

    “Yes. Of course it is. I’ll see you then.”

    “See you then...Jim.”

    Lulu waved at Dr. Pomatter and her mother walked away.

    Jim waved back.

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    “You called him Jim?!” Dawn exclaimed from behind the counter at Lulu’s Pies.

    Jenna shushed the loud woman. “Be quiet! I don’t want Lulu hearing us talking about this.”

    Dawn decreased her volume, but Lulu could still hear the whole conversation as she focused on her coloring.

    “So let me get this straight.” Becky molded, “You ran into Dr. Jim Pomatter, the only man you’ve ever loved, and he tells you that he left his wife years ago? Why is he just now telling you about it?”

    Jenna responded, “I guess it’s the same reason I’ve stayed away from him all this time. I ended things with him because he had a wife, yes, but I also wanted to focus on Lulu. Jim understood that.”

    “I understand that, too,” Becky reasoned, “But you gotta leave some room for you, girl. Your heart’s big enough for both your daughter and a man...possibly that man.”

    Jenna sighed, “Don’t you think I know that? It’s why I invited him here tonight.”

    Dawn cut in with an abundance of excitement. “That’s right! You did invite Dr. Pomatter! Why did you do that? I’m not against you, but it’s all very sudden...”

    “Shut up, Dawn!” scolded Becky. She sighed, “You know, I hoped you’d get more spontaneous after you adopted the triplets.”

    “I’m spontaneous enough!” argued Dawn, “Just last night, I randomly decided to watch The Patriot.”

    Becky scoffed, “For the fourth time this month...”

    Dawn ignored the older woman and turned back to Jenna. “So what made you invite him here?”

    “I don’t know,” sighed Jenna. She was working on some financial paperwork for the bakery. “It isn’t rare that he’s in my thoughts, what would’ve happened if things were different and we could’ve been together. And when he told me that it had been years since he left his wife...I don’t know! Something just took me over, stupid as it sounds.”

    Becky shook her head. “It’s not stupid,” she turned toward Dawn to emphasize her words, “It’s spontaneous.”

    Just then, the bell on the entrance rang. Lulu glanced up from her coloring to see that it was Jim. She was glad to see him again. Lulu agreed with Aunt Becky. Lulu thought that Jim and her Mamma should keep being friends. “Hi,” she greeted him in her small voice as she waved.

    Pomatter’s wave matched her little one. He walked behind her, but Lulu still listened to what was going on as she continued coloring.

    “Hey, Jenna.” Jim greeted awkwardly.

    Jenna returned, “Hi, Dr. Pomatter,” just as delicately.

    There was a moment where all Lulu heard was footsteps. Becky and Dawn were scurrying away.

    “So, I guess you’re over calling me Jim.” The doctor tried to break the ice.

    Jenna shrugged, “I tried it, didn’t really like it. Might try it again. Who knows?”

    “Yeah, who knows...” Jim chuckled.

    More silence flowed between them.

    “So, um, Doctor Pomatter,” she teasingly stretched out his name for the joke. “I, uh, made you this. You can have it, if you want.”

    Lulu smiled when she thought about what her mamma was offering Jim. Lulu had watched Jenna make it a few hours before. It was a mini-Marshmallow Mermaid Pie--one of Lulu’s favorites.

    “The first pie you ever made me.” Jim commented wistfully.

    Lulu could hear the smile in her mother’s voice when Jenna questioned, “You remembered?”

    “Of course I did. How could I forget?” defended a happy Pomatter.

    Jenna laughed, “Don’t judge me to much on it. I haven’t made one of these in a while, and-and you’re already eating it. Wow. That was fast!”

    Lulu turned around to see Jim with his face and hands covered in Marshmallow Mermaid Pie. She laughed. Her Mamma gave her a scolding look, but it didn’t last long. Jenna found the scene funny, too.

    “Sorry,” Pomatter apologized. “I just...ever since we--uh--said goodbye--”

    Lulu had the feeling that Jim was very aware that she was watching.

    “--I’ve been trying to find something, anything that was as good as your pies...but I couldn’t find anything.”

    Jim and Jenna shared a long look, and Lulu got the idea that they weren’t talking about pies anymore. Lulu wasn’t sure what they were really talking about, but it wasn’t the first time the adults at Lulu’s Pies worked hidden meanings into talk about pies. Lulu only hoped she would be able to decode it all when she got older.

    Jenna glanced at her daughter and got weary. “How about we continue this conversation in the kitchen?” she proposed to Pomatter.

    He nodded, and bid Lulu, “It was nice seeing you again, sweetheart.”

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    Lulu waited a while. A very, very long while by a 4-year-old’s standards. Eventually, however, her curiosity got the better of her. She followed Jim and her mamma into the kitchen.

    “Ew!” she exclaimed when she caught the couple kissing.

    Jenna jumped back from Jim in full shock. “Baby! Uh, don’t worry about us! I was just--”

    “Sucking some flour out of my mouth!” Jim cut in to explain.

    Lulu’s mamma looked at him like he was crazy. “Uh, yes. Sure. That’s what we were doing.”

    Dr. Pomatter shrugged, “There was a mishap. Flour went everywhere!”

    Lulu wasn’t stupid. She knew Jim and her mamma were kissing. Uncle Ogie and Aunt Dawn kissed all the time in the bakery. So did Aunt Becky and Uncle Cal. Lulu was just happy her mamma had someone to make her happy. And Lulu liked Jim, too.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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You can visualize anyone in these roles, but here’s who I was thinking of when I wrote this:

Jenna---Jessie Mueller

Jim Pomatter---Jeremy Jordan

Dawn---Colleen Ballinger

Becky---Keala Settle

Ogie---Todrick Hall

[diangeloyoyok]

my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

 Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

um

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

 incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

[highgaarden]

Lizzie/Landon - "I think I'm the first girl to break a bed with a guy, without even having sex with him while doing so." (pls let them break a bunch of other stuff while actually having sex)

two-shot! read and comment on ao3, please!

where you cast those stones you wear;

rating: explicit chapters: 1/2 characters: lizzie/landon; background klaus/caroline, background hope/landon, background josie/penelope; the whole SS gang.

where you cast those stones you wear

part i

----

“There you are.”

Lizzie’s smile is the fakest ass fake smile he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot of them.

It’s how she smiles when Wade asks her for donations to his Anime club. Or when Dr Saltzman caught all of them at the Old Mill trying to make moonshine (Kaleb’s idea). Her smiles are especially at their fakest when she wants to pull Hope away from him for some magical assistance to whatever trouble she’s managed to get herself—

—and Josie, and Alaric, Raf, MG, (himself, though she’ll never count him) and probably half the school along as well—

—that week. “Just the person I wanted to randomly bump into in study hall.”

“Really,” he deadpans, not believing her one bit.

He shifts his book just a little closer to his chest. He’s not nervous, but her energy is full of it sometimes, and sometimes it’s just energy personified that bounces off the calm he tries to fill his study hall with.

You know, where they’re supposed to study – in silence, preferably – but with Lizzie, there’s never much of silence.

It’s with a bit of a niggling discomfort that Landon realises he’s learned her tells: Lizzie can talk up a storm, always, but it’s in tense moments that she can’t seem to shut up. Not that he’d ever tell her to shut up; he doesn’t know why he always just wants to be nice to her, despite her printing out posters of VOTE ARTISANAL JAR OF MAYONNAISE FOR HOMECOMING KING last semester and sticking them all over school.

 —

 “Well?” Lizzie prompts, clicking her tongue.

Landon’s just sitting there, and for all his humble bragging about being at the top of their classes he’s just… sitting there, with a look that tells her he’s not quite registering what she’s just said to him.

“I’m—I’m sorry?” he finally says.

Lizzie sighs loudly enough for the entire study hall to send glares their way. Landon attempts to tamp down on their aggression, but all Lizzie does is just sigh louder.

Sorry, Landon mouths apologetically again, raising his hand at Wade, who looks close to crying over exam revision.

“Landon,” Lizzie says with finality.

“Lizzie,” Landon matches her tone. “I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to repeat yourself.”

Murder is the only word that comes to mind with the glare she sends his way. But she decides to humour him.

“Wow, that’s so weird. I feel like I’m just mishearing you. Again, please—hey, I said please.”

Lizzie’s mouth moves around the words she’s telling him.

Landon continues to stare at her blankly. “Sorry, there’s just this weird ringing in my ears. It sounds like you just asked me to be your boyfriend?”

 —

 Elizabeth Jenna Saltzman.

Asking him, resident emo-boy, a marginally competent bird as she always ‘fondly’ calls him, to be her esteemed partner.

“Am I hearing this right?”

Lizzie hisses right through her teeth, “Do not insult me, you moderately competent bird.”

See?

He lifts his book as if to deflect the blow of her mighty glare. “Look, I’m not! I’m just – are you feeling alright? Been getting enough sleep?”

“Two weeks have passed since my mom’s come back, and I have thoroughly exhausted every single mother-daughter bonding activity ever, and she’s moved on from Oh Lizzie, my favourite daughter, I’ve missed you so much snuggling to Who is this Sebastian your father keeps mentioning lectures.” Lizzie adds flippantly: “I’m not vibing with it.”

“Sebastian?”

“Super sexy perma-teen vampire but a complete misjudgement of character on my end.”

“And this isn’t?” Landon mumbles.

“I need to get my mother off my back, keep up.” Lizzie inches forward in her seat. The ends of her hair graze the table with how much she’s leaning towards him, making him look her in her wide, blue eyes. Always with the theatrics. “You’re just about at the exact opposite end of the Sebastian spectrum. Mopey, dependable, not obviously good looking, but your other qualities probably can make up for that. And you’re the kind of guy would probably wake up super early to get me a coffee and croissant before school, because that’s just how cheesy you are.”

“Thanks?”

“Don’t interrupt me. Anyway, it’s not just for my benefit either.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

Lizzie’s smile widens just a touch. “Heard your little crush on Hope just went up in flames.”

So is his face now, all puffed out and embarrassed. He lowers his voice and hisses, “How do you know about that?”

“Oh Landon. My sweet thrift store hobbit,” Lizzie sighs. “Everyone knows about it. You wear it like a badge of constant glumness. You didn’t speak to Jed for a whole week after he bought her a sandwich last week.”

“I could’ve bought her a sandwich too, big deal,” Landon mutters.

Lizzie raises a sharp finger and looks smug. “Ah, but you didn’t! See, my boy, you’ve got no game. Now imagine how much cooler your image would be if you were seen with resident popular girl,” she gestures to herself. “Your reputation would shoot up the ranks.”

“There are ranks?”

“Duh,” Lizzie says like it’s the most obvious thing. “And you, being a phoenix without actually possessing any unique phoenix qualities other than resurrecting – ”

“That’s not unique enough?”

“—looking like a pale artichoke in gym class doesn’t help, either. I am your salvation!” Lizzie finishes, hands on her hips and jaw raised like she’s standing centre-stage at their annual talent competition.

Landon narrows his eyes. “You think people will like me more if it looks like I’m dating you?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Move a little.” She takes a seat next to him gracefully, tucking her skirt under her thighs. “Listen. I need my mom to stop breathing down my neck. She’s been looking at me like she wants to give me the birds and the bees talk, with visual aid, flash cards and mini-theatre and I’d rather not go through that again. Once was more than enough. Pretty sure Dad wants her to exact power over my social life, since he doesn’t really have any say in that, and I’m looking at two semesters of constant surveillance. Or a twelve-step programme. And Professor M isn’t helping either—”

Landon shuts his book. “How does Professor M know about your love life?”

“Everyone knows about my love life, Landon. I’m interesting.” She rests an unwilling hand on his shoulder with a grimace. “And soon you will be too.”

“Because I’ll be dating you.”

“Fake dating,” Lizzie corrects primly.

“And you think Hope will like me, even though I’ll be unavailable?”

“There’s something to be said about wanting the unattainable, Landon. And trust me, you will be unattainable once you’re standing by my side.”

“Yeah, because everyone will think I’m nuts.”

“I resent that. Say yes.”

“Lizzie, I—” a panicked, helpless sort of look crosses Landon’s face. “This is really dishonest; I don’t think we should be…”

“Let me do the thinking for both of us, alright Little Bird?” Lizzie snips. “Getting back in my parents’ good books, the teachers off my backs for any sort of inevitable breakdown, and you… get to be Professor M’s potential son-in-law one day.”

“This is extremely coercive, you know,” Landon points out, but the protest is feeble at best. “And making me really uncomfortable. Nobody will buy it.”

“We’ll just have to put on a really good show,” she swears. “Say yes.”

 —

 Two things happen the next two days:

Landon attempts to say hi to Hope, who looks right through him to greet MG a good morning.

During lunch break, by some kind of miracle, he joins Hope and Lizzie for lunch just in time to hear Hope say, “You were right about the bio homework, by the way. Your ideas aren’t that bad, Saltzman.”

Lizzie cocks an eyebrow at Landon. “Welcome, Kirby.”

“Oh, hey Landon,” Hope greets warmly.

Landon takes all of thirty seconds to make up his mind.

Lizzie’s phone vibrates in her bag. When she checks it, it’s from Landon.

Just one word.

Yes.

 —

 Every Friday evening, the rag tag group of upper-secondary students meet for some dumb study group Emma had made them all participate in, in an effort to like, ‘bond’ as ‘one’ ‘community’ or something.

It’s astonishing that all of them consistently make it every single week, but no one will admit it’s because they appreciate each other’s company. They’d chalked it up to Stockholm Syndrome.

Rafael comes when he feels like it, but he’s usually stuck in detention helping Dorian jar newton eyes or something, but even he tries to be on his best behaviour so he doesn’t miss much of these.

It’s during one of these study groups that MG, having been not-so-discreetly been spying on Lizzie and Landon whilst they all parroted off chemical equations to each other, demands: “Why are you touching him?”

He’s probably been watching them really closely since the Bomb had Dropped.

Lizzie makes sure to have Josie walk into them in the courtyard one day with her hand placed very carefully on Landon’s thigh, and shocks her twin so much she goes running through the hallways until she bumps into Penelope, and blurts out the scene she just witnessed, swearing her to secrecy.

Penelope, of course, tells everyone else.

Lizzie pretends to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “Excuse you?”

MG narrows his eyes. “You just… keep putting your hand on Landon’s arm. Willingly. Why.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Penelope smirks, whilst Josie turns red and avoids Lizzie’s glare, “they’re the Salvatore School’s It Couple right now.”

“Fake news,” Jed coughs into his notes, and Kaleb guffaws.

Hope doesn’t do anything but watch the entire exchange with curious eyes.

“Look, Penelope, you don’t have to believe it,” Landon begins, but he’s making mopey eyes at Hope, so Lizzie decides to cut in.

“As devastated as I am to admit it, Frodo’s been growing on me,” Lizzie sighs, the vision of a woman distraught. “Who knew I was into nerd porn?”

MG’s ears might as well be whistling, and Jed’s cough sounds like a choke now.

“Girl, say what,” Kaleb says in one disbelieving breath. “Tell me you’re not serious. You okay? Been getting enough sleep? Is this a breakdown thing, ‘cause Emma said we have to like, show solidarity and help you visualise your inner child and shit—”

Lizzie smarts at that, just a little. Her lips part to shoot some of her automatic sass bullets, but surprisingly nothings comes out. Landon secretly puts his hand on her knee in a secret show of solidarity.

“Kaleb,” Josie says sharply. “People can change.”

Lizzie eyes Landon curiously. He shoots her a small smile, which she looks away from.

“Exactly,” Penelope nods, but she’s smirking in a way that says she doesn’t buy a single thing, and is enjoying every second of watching Landon squirm under everyone’s scrutiny. “Who’d you lose the bet to, Lizzie?”

Lizzie, despite herself, starts to feel annoyed. “I’ll have you know, Penelope, Landon isn’t the short end of an already short bunch of sticks—”

Landon tries to figure out the compliment there.

“Then – then prove it!” MG blurts out. “Kiss. If you’re really a couple, then – Kiss!”

That stops Lizzie short. “Milton. Ew.”

“Really gross, MG.” Hope shoots him a look of distaste.

“Voyeur much?” Penelope smirks.

“Nah, I’m with MG,” defends Kaleb. “This is really entertaining and all, but it’s kinda starting to weird me out. Suck his face. No way you’d do that willingly.”

“You’re all wrong,” Lizzie tells them politely. Or as politely as she can. Things are a-movin’ and she’s excited; she can already feel her legs tingling when she accidentally siphons some of Landon’s magic from his hand on her knee under the table. She swallows down the smugness in her voice, because this is exactly where she’d hoped the day would go. She turns to Landon, and wills him not to look so pale.

“Pucker up, ‘90s,” she coos.

Keeping her face as forced-smiley as possible she leans forward and gives Landon a peck on his lips. A small little one. A peck really, bird to bird.

Landon, to her discreet pleasure, kisses her back.

When they part their chaste, publicly-acceptable form of display, everyone is looking at them, shell-shocked.

Penelope steals Jed’s can of Coke just so she could do a spit-take.

 —

 “That plan worked out awesome. Score one to Saltzman,” Lizzie sighs victoriously as she plops down onto her bed. “Now on to Phase 2.”

“I really don’t want to know what Phase 2 is,” Landon mumbles. He’s got his arm slung over his eyes as he slumps three inches down into Lizzie’s plushy pink armchair.

“Phase 2 is Mom walking into us. She’s about to start baking downstairs. I know. It’s Tuesday. Ready?”

Slowly, Landon removes his arms. He stares at her. For like, a really long time. “What do you mean,” he widens his eyes, “by walking into us.”

Lizzie smiles deviously. Without warning, she lets out a very soft moan.

“Lizzie,” Landon hisses harshly.

“Yes, exactly, keep doing that,” Lizzie responds in a breathless voice, whilst she grins manically at him and flaps her hands, motioning for him to go louder.

“Lizzie,” Landon groans now, completely exasperated. “It’s barely been two days, I really doubt we’ll be having sex right now—”

“Yeah, keep talking dirty to me!” Lizzie all but bellows and jumps up on the bed, the mattress squeaking. She glares at Landon, who sighs, and very reluctantly joins her.

They jump up and down, and every so often Lizzie punches Landon in the arm so he lets out a believable grunt.

The mattress springs keep squeaking. Lizzie keeps up her panting.

After four more minutes of that, Landon’s a little out of breath, puts some spring in his jump, and lands in a pile of Lizzie’s haphazard pillows.

“Give it up, Lizzie,” he says, resuming his previous moping position of arm-over-eyes. “I think I pulled a muscle.”

“Sexy,” Lizzie says the way one might say ‘rancid foot’, but drops down next to him anyway. She stares at the ceiling, and they let out a long sigh.

After about another four minutes of moping, Lizzie turns to her side and swats Landon’s arm off his face. “Enough! Tomorrow night is another day.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” he points out, before propping himself up on one elbow to face her. “About that kiss just now—”

“They totally bought it,” Lizzie can’t resist interrupting.

“You sure you okay with this?” he mumbles in that Landon way of his. He studies her face. She notes the dark circles framing his obsidian-blues.

“Getting cold feet already, Kirby?”

“No, it’s just that—”

Her door swings open. “Elizabeth, do you remember where your mum put the…”

Lizzie and Landon whip around to see a very livid Professor M, staring at them, at the space between them, at the sweat beading on Landon’s forehead, at Lizzie’s once-sleek French braid that has now shaken loose, at the two of them again, at the space between them, and once more at Landon.

“Professor Mika-Mikaels—” Landon squawks, turning white as a sheet.

The growl that emanates from Professor M seems to make the room tremble, and Landon all but stutters to a stop. Lizzie, however, is coming up sunflowers. She practically bounces to her knees and throws her hands up, eyes crinkling warmly, exclaiming, “What did you need of me, my beloved stepfather!”

“Well, darling, I was looking for your mother’s ridiculously expensive sea salt but now I’m looking for something else entirely,” he grits out through clenched teeth, despite being slightly mollified by Lizzie’s welcome.

“And that is?” Lizzie all but croons, making a very conscious move towards Landon. “We’re kind of in the middle of studying right now.”

“Banishing objects, hm? Your books are missing.”

“Invisique,” Lizzie sings in reply. Landon just wants her to shut the fuck up, right now.

Landon’s head disappears, which is a good thing, because he looks like he’s holding in from puking his guts out, the way Klaus observes him like he’s a piece of meat.

“You’re the phoenix, yes?”

“Yes,” Landon says squeamishly.

“Alright,” Professor M seems to deliberate, before flashing over to Landon, grabbing him and throwing him out the room and right down the stairs.

“Niklaus Mikaelson!” comes her mom’s furious bellow.

“For FUCK’S SAKE, KLAUS!” She hears Dad yell. “WE JUST TALKED ABOUT THIS.”

Screams erupt, there’s a clattering of feet, and Lizzie falls out of bed in a perfect traumatised swoon, back of her hand rested delicately on her forehead. “Stepfather! Can we not with the dramatics!”

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” he warns with a finger wagging her way, his undisguised rage making his accent thicker.

“I’ll miss you when you’re suspended again,” Lizzie pouts.

He groans, already hearing Mom’s boots stomping up the stairs. “As shall I, my sweet.”

 —

 At least Landon’s gotten used to resurrecting. Cause of death: the ire of Professor Klaus Mikaelson.

Lizzie’s waiting for him with a warm blanket when he starts to stir, her head facing the sky like she’s enjoying the sunset. Blinking groggily, he turns onto his stomach and rubs the back of his neck. He feels the weather-worn wood of the docks pressing into his face and he groans. That’s going to leave a mark.

“Welcome back,” Lizzie quips.

“Just because I can’t die doesn’t mean I wouldn’t appreciate some sympathy, Lizzie,” Landon mutters, throwing her a murderous look. “So what’s your damage.”

“Let’s see,” Lizzie says as she drapes the blanket over Landon’s crumpled heap of a body, face and all. “Two weeks of grounding. Mom suggested making it three weeks, but Dad intervened and said he’d rather us be on library duty instead for the rest of this semester.”

“Us?”

“Professor M also suggested throwing you out the window and have me try to levitate you before you hit the ground—”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“—but Mom was all Oh, maybe that’s a little too harsh,” Lizzie continues thoughtfully.

“A little?” Landon squeaks underneath the blue and white embroidered quilt. “Literally dying wasn’t enough?”

“But on the plus side, they were yelling so hard the entire school now knows we were caught post-doing the dirty.” Lizzie shoots him a grin. “On to Phase 3!”

“No!” Landon yells and clambers to his feet. “Lizzie, so far all your plans have kind of sucked for me, you know? How the hell is Hope supposed to like me now that she thinks I’ve slept with you!”

“Easy, lover boy,” Lizzie says, frowning. “This is the 21st century, she’s not a prude.”

“You don’t — you don’t know her like I do,” Landon says, burying his face in his hands and turning towards the water. “She’s not like y…”

He whirls around, hands already halfway lifting up like a gesture of apology but Lizzie’s already standing up, facing him squarely. Her eyes are narrowed as she takes him in coolly. “Not like?”

“Nevermind,” Landon says quickly. “Let’s grab some dinner, I’m starv—”

“Finish your fucking sentence, Frodo,” Lizzie says in a voice that is low and dangerous. Is it weird that he’s seeing some Klaus in the shadows of her face right now?

“Lizzie… let’s drop it.”

“No. Let’s hear you say it. Not like what? You were saying she’s not like me,” she hisses. Her fists are bunched into tight fists and he’s so glad she doesn’t have anything to syphon right now. He really hasn’t tried dying twice in the span of 12 hours.

“Look, I’m sorr—”

“Invisique,” she whispers.

“Lizzie!”

He hears the wooden boards squeak as she runs away, and when her feet hit grass there’s no telling where she might be.

“Fuck you, Landon!” he yells and heaves a rock into the water with a loud splash.

 —

tbc

[theholycovenantrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, JENNA! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF BASTIEN AVALOS.

Admin Rosey: Jenna, I cannot emphasize enough how in love I am with the way that you captured Bastien. He was one of the characters that is driven singularly by passion and impulse, and he is the one character that takes a person’s heart and never lets go of it until he tires, then goes for another. From your ideas for development, to the para sample - this application holds you captive just as Bastien does. The Holy Land isn’t ready for Bastien to enter center stage, but boy, I definitely am. Thank you for this wonderful application - and please, be handle our hearts gently...before smashing them to pieces.  Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Jenna Age | 21 Personal Pronouns | she/they Activity Level | My activity really varies throughout the week! I work on weekdays ( gross, I know ), and am also completing an honours degree this year so will mostly be around on evenings and on the weekends!! My aim is usually to get on for replies every couple of days, but I generally make myself available for plotting every day! Timezone | gmt+10 Triggers | REMOVED. How did you find the group?  | in the tags! but I recognised your names from diverona and just knew I had to apply!! Current/Past RP Accounts | https://marymacd.tumblr.com/ // https://leonagw.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER

Character | Bastien Avalos

What drew you to this character? | Wow, okay, where do I begin? Bastien is a very different character to the ones I usually play, and I think I was initially drawn to his recklessness. Bastien doesn’t just flirt with danger - he courts it, and I find this very fascinating as I’ve always tended to play very strategic, cautious, and calculated characters in the past, which Bastien just isn’t. I think there’s lots of potential to develop him as a character - both in the way of coming to terms with his past and exploring the events that have brought him to where he is, and in terms of his future - now that he’s had his autonomy ripped from him and burdened with a responsibility he never wanted, and one that he’s quite ill-equipped for, there’s definitely a lot of room to develop him in very interesting ways.

I’m also drawn to the idea of portraying a mortal walking among immortals - and yet, having very little regard for his own mortality. He’s spent his whole life running headfirst into danger - picking fights he knows he won’t win just for the sheer thrill of it - just to get a few battle scars and a great story at the end of it. It’s fascinating to me that, out of all the characters in this group, he’s perhaps the most vulnerable due to his status as mortal, and yet he acts as though he’s unbreakable, living life with a sort of heedlessness that is so uniquely human. He’s aware of his limited lifespan in comparison to those around him, but he’s determined to do as much as he possibly can with the time he has, to ensure that he leaves a great story behind when he goes.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

001. SINS OF THE FATHER - Listen, the potential to explore Bastien’s relationships with his family was far too rich and complex for me to pass up putting it first. Let’s start with the obvious, shall we? Bastien killed his father - obviously, it was in defence of his mother, and I don’t necessarily think that he regrets what he did ( only that it put him into a position of power and left him responsibility he is neither equipped nor wanting to handle ), but it definitely has left an impact on him. Though not specifically mentioned in his bio - I think it’s very unlikely that Bastien has told anyone what really happened that night ( the family probably lied it away, that the former Lord Avalos was murdered by someone seeking some kind of retribution before fleeing in the night, never to be seen again ), and I think it would be very interesting to see how this guilt plays on him, and how he struggles with having to feign anger at the mystery of his father’s demise while knowing full well what really happened. Yes, Bastien may be a dumbass, but he’s not as stupid as everyone thinks, and he knows that the truth of what happened to his father coming out would be bad not only for him, but for his whole family, and he’s going to do whatever it can to keep the secret from surfacing, even if that means lying to the ones closest to him ( of course….. I, personally, would love for people to find out what happened to his father eventually, the drama of it all is too much to pass on ).

I would also love to explore how the death of his father has shaped his relationships with the rest of his family - his mother in particular. Though his sisters may have their suspicions, I also feel that they’re likely as in the dark as anyone else regarding the circumstances of their father’s death ( and, honestly, he wasn’t a particularly nice man, so none of them have any intention of digging any deeper into it ). However, Bastien’s mother knows exactly what happened, and, more importantly, why. I’d honestly love to explore the idea of her being angry with Bastien for what he did - for jeopardising the family name and putting himself in harm’s way yet again, despite it being to save her life. In my head, she cares more about Bastien’s wellbeing than her own, and thinks that what he did was a mistake that he didn’t think through ( which, to be fair, he did not ). Also, now that Bastien is Lord Avalos - how does this change their relationship? It’s a responsibility he never wanted, but one that his mother insisted he must take on after the death of his father. I think there’s the potential for a lot of resentment to build between them, which is particularly interesting ( and sad ) because I think they have always had a fairly strong relationship throughout Bastien’s youth and early adulthood.

002. ADAM & EVE - Let’s! Talk! About! Evangeline! In all seriousness, I think that the relationship between Basien and Evangeline has so, so much potential and is definitely one of the main reasons I was drawn to the character in the first place. I mean, best friends who are practically closer than family is one of my favourite tropes. I really think of Evangeline as being one of the only things that really keeps Bastien grounded - he’s reckless and foolish at the best of times, and she has the potential to be a counter to this rashness. At the same time, Bastien’s immaturity ( for lack of a better word ) can help lift Evangeline and invite some youthfulness into both of their lives. I don’t want to infer too much about their past or their current relationship, as this is obviously something I want to discuss with Evangeline’s mun, but I do want to discuss the secrets that Bastien is keeping from Evangeline. For one, their connection states that he knows the truth about what happened to Evangeline’s parents, something she herself doesn’t know, and something he’s been keeping from her ( for what he believes to be her own good - but, really, shouldn’t Evangeline get to be the judge of that? ).

But, what happens when she finds out what really happened, and that her best friend has been lying to her for so long? Again, I don’t want to assume anything as this is entirely up to Evangeline’s mun, but I do think there is the potential for some drama™ here. Bastien didn’t do what he did for bad reasons, he’s not a sinister character, and he genuinely thought he was doing the right thing - but I can definitely see a world where it doesn’t come across this way. Along the same lines, I think that if Bastien was going to tell anyone about what happened to his father, it would be Evangeline. I don’t imagine that he’s told her yet, but I can definitely see this as a possibility. I think he would be worried about how she would react, and I can really see it going either way ( again, this is all subject to the interpretation of Evangeline’s mun ), but her reaction ( especially in light of what happened to Lady Treme ) is again, something which could be very interesting to explore.

003. A SEAT AT THE TABLE - Does Bastien deserve a seat at the Round Table? Absolutely not. Will he work hard to ensure he is respected and taken seriously? Also no. Bastien and responsibility are two things that nobody would have ever previously thought to associate. Growing up, Bastien seemed to exist on the periphery of his father’s world, a reckless kid always looking for trouble and never bothering to learn from his mistakes - he was an unwelcome stain on an otherwise pristine Avalos legacy. Nobody in any position of power thought to take the former Lord Avalos’ heir seriously, and perhaps many of them prayed the father world outlive the son ( it wouldn’t have been too unreasonable an assumption to make, given the number of times Bastien would return home late at night, bloody and bruised after picking a fight with someone he shoudn’t have ). Perhaps many of them were rightfully surprised to see Bastien take his seat at the Round Table following the untimely demise of his father - perhaps they’d been expecting him to simply walk away from the responsibility, to throw in the towel and leave the Round Table without an Avalos for the first time in history.

He’d wanted to - power and responsibility weren’t well-suited to Bastien’s personality. Sure, he had a knack for military strategy, and he wasn’t a bad fighter on his own, but he never saw himself as a general, as a leader, and he certainly doesn’t see himself this way now. He’d been willing to walk away from it all, but urgent prompting from his mother forced Bastien to rethink this position and take up a seat of power that he never imagined himself holding. He’s angry, of course, that his life has been whittled down to this - that he didn’t see this coming when he’d taken his father’s life, but he’ll do it for the sake of his family. I’d love to explore Bastien’s newfound responsibilities, and how he reacts to this. There’s the potential for a great amount of resentment to form - he never wanted this life for himself, he always imagined himself surmounting to bigger and better things, and, yes, he’s angry that he has to spend his days playing politics when he could be out exploring the world and living a life worthwhile.

I do see a possibility of it all becoming too much for Bastien - of him wanting to give up and escape and start anew. I’m not really sure how this would play out, in all honesty, but I think the resentment that Bastien has towards his life and his position could be very interesting to explore. I also would love to develop Bastien’s connections with the other members of the Round Table. I don’t imagine anyone will take him very seriously, and his naivety leaves him open to manipulation and sabotage. How do the others perceive him? How will they use him? This is the aspect of Bastien that is the most vulnerable - because he has no idea what he’s doing, and I’d love to see this come back to bite him, I’d love to see someone use this to their advantage, and against Bastien’s.

004. REFLECTION OF THE PAST - Although he isn’t aware of it, Bastien’s current life isn’t his first. He’s the reincarnation of Adam - how does this affect the way that he lives? I don’t imagine that Bastien is very aware of this fact, sure, he has strange dreams from time to time, and can’t help but feel as though he’s experienced certain moments in his life beforehand, feelings so familiar that he can practically grasp them - but he never stops for long enough to think much of them. As the memories of his past life begin to come back to him more clearly, I’d really like to explore how this impacts the way that Bastien lives. Is he doomed to simply repeat the same mistakes that he made in the past, or is there room for him to forge his own destiny? I think that Bastien likes to think of himself as a free spirit - all his life, he was actively rebelling from the part that his father wished for him to play, seeking out danger and relishing in the thrill of adrenaline pumping through his veins, rather than playing politics or making power grabs or leading the military with a steady hand - I think it would come as quite a shock to him to realise that he hasn’t really been becoming his own man at all - that he was simply following in the footsteps of a past life. I think it could actually be, potentially, quite upsetting for Bastien, and trigger some serious changes and introspection on his part. Of all my plot ideas, this is probably the least fleshed out, but I really want to explore how this impacts him, as I think there’s potentially a lot of room for some serious character development on the back of him realising that he’s just a copy of someone who came before.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation | I think, more so than anything else, Bastien is driven by passion. He’s certainly not the type of person to sit around and think things through before he does them - he doesn’t consider consequences or the why of his actions until later on. He chases whatever he imagines will be the most exciting use of his time, what he thinks will make the best story later on, what will make him feel the most alive. He’s not motivated to think very far beyond what is happening right in front of him, to consider how his actions might have repercussions for himself or for others later down the track. He’s motivated to follow whatever will serve him best in any given moment - whether it be pleasure, a thrill, or material gains. He flirts with danger not to test his own mortality ( okay, a little to test his own mortality ) but because he finds there to be no better feeling than that of pure adrenaline coursing through his veins. His loyalties and beliefs come second to that search for adventure, that search for the next high, the next story, the next great escapade.

Character Traits |

+ CHARISMATIC - exercising a compelling charm which inspires devotion in others. + PASSIONATE - having, showing, or caused by strong feelings or beliefs. + OPPORTUNISTIC - exploiting immediate opportunities, especially regardless of planning or principle. - RECKLESS - heedless of danger or the consequences of one’s actions; rash or impetuous. - MERCURIAL - subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind. - IRRESPONSIBLE - not showing a proper sense of responsibility.

In-Character Para sample |

It’s raining.

This kind of weather would usually annoy Bastien ( there’s far fewer possibilities of what to do with oneself when the weather is poorly ), but, today, he’s glad for it - while the rain mixes with tears on his mother and sisters’ faces, it manages to conceal the fact that, were it not for the unfortunate weather, Bastien’s own cheeks would be perfectly dry. His eyes are not spilling a single drop, his breath does not hitch, and his limbs only tremble from the cold - his knuckles turning white as he holds an imposing charcoal umbrella over his head.

For one normally so consumed with emotion ( one to whom anger and joy come in equal, loud measures and often within the same beat ), Bastian looks almost akin to the statues he currently finds himself surrounded by - stony faced and lifeless. Normally his face can tell a story all on its own - one of joy, or triumph, adventure, or defeat - and perhaps, to the uninformed observer, his current sterility could be chalked up to grief or to shock, but, in truth, he has quashed any emotion he might feel so as to avoid the catastrophic mistake of letting something slip that he’d prefer the public weren’t privy to. His mother had warned him - you’re grieving. You’re grieving. You’re grieving.

He wasn’t grieving.

Perhaps it should be a concern, he thinks, as he gazes at his father’s headstone ( some ironic inscription about a loving husband and father stares back at him, mockingly ), that he doesn’t feel anything akin to sorrow - the emotion he’d expect most people to feel when attending their parent’s funeral. Perhaps he should be sad - after all, this is the final day of his life as he knows it, is it not? The final day where he is able to wake up and enjoy a clean slate, to have possibilities stretched out ahead of him, tantalisingly close and yet just a stone’s throw out of reach. This ceremony marks the end of his father’s reign as Lord Avalos, and tomorrow morning, the title and responsibilities that come with it will fall to him. It’s a rather unenviable situation, he’d say.

He glances sideways at his mother - she’s sobbing quietly as one of his sisters recites some old poem. He’s suddenly angry, the desire to shake her and scream washes over him - he wasn’t a good man, mother, he had no love for us, mother, he would have killed you, mother - but then he remembers how she had screamed as Bastien plunged the dagger he’d been gifted for his twenty-fifth birthday into the heart of the man who had raised him, remembers the silence that followed as they had cleaned his blood from their clothes, and the urge goes as quickly as it had came, replaced again by stony faced resolve.

It’s been raining for the past two days, and Bastien can feel himself slowly sinking into the mud underfoot.

He’s not cut out for leadership, he thinks. Sure, he has a knack for military strategy, and a keen interest in it ( this is perhaps the only thing he and his father had had in common ), but general? A seat at the Round Table? It all seemed like too much of a stretch for the man who just a few weeks ago was picking fights with men twice his size in the city square for a bit of fun, the man who had three fake teeth because the real ones had been knocked out by quicker, stronger opponents, the man who had skirted responsibility for most of his life. If he’d had time to think, he might have tried a different method to stop his father from laying a hand upon his mother ( it had been a blur, though, adrenaline taking over and the urge to protect stronger than any rationality ) - but this was the problem, wasn’t it?

Bastien didn’t think. He never did. He’d always been a doer - acting with his heart and leaving his head to deal with the consequences later on ( if he ever did deal with them - too often it seemed he simply walked away from the messes he made, leaving a trail of skeletons behind him wherever he went, hoping desperately to outrun them lest they grab hold and pull him back down to face the music ). Now, suddenly, he’s expected to take up a position of power, of responsibility - to represent not only his family ( which he’d never done a particularly good job of ), but all of mortalkind. He’d tried to run from this, too, but sometimes fate is too powerful to escape. His mother had insisted he grin and bear his new responsibilities - he’d hurt the Avalos name enough by this point, hadn’t he?

It seems almost like a cruel twist of fate - that someone who had become so used to avoiding responsibility would be suddenly weighed down by one so great. Suddenly dashed were all of Bastien’s hopes to live life as a free man - to go where he wanted, to do as he pleased. This had never been the life he’d envisioned from himself - from the moment he could dream of something beyond himself, he’d dreamt of a life beyond all of this - beyond the rigid structure his father had long tried to force him into, beyond the rules everyone around here seemed so keen to follow blindly. He’d quickly earned the reputation of reckless, foolhardy, untoward, tempestuous, and he’d secretly reveled in it. Now, he can practically feel the eyes of his father’s former associates boring into the back of his skull - waiting for him to make a mistake, to claw their own way into power.

It’s ironic, really - they’re waiting to make him a villain, yet everything he’d done until now would suggest him to already be one.

He’s become quite accustomed to feigning grief over the past few days - it wasn’t too much of a stretch, really, he’s always been a terribly gifted liar. Not always for nefarious purposes, mind you. More often than not, his lies were altruistic in nature. He’d spin elaborate tales of grandeur and chivalry out of petty fights for his sisters and classmates. He’d convince his mother that the ghastly gash above his eye would heal up just fine ( it didn’t ) and that it didn’t even hurt ( it did ). He could brush off concern or anger or disappointment with a flash of his teeth and a little white lie, he could bounce from person to person, emotion to emotion, leaving everyone he met with a slightly different impression depending on what they wanted to see. And he could keep secrets buried deep in his chest, rotting him from the inside, when he felt they might do more harm when spoken aloud.

He could lie about this, then, too. He could lie that he was ready ( and willing ) to take on this new responsibility - just as he had feigned shock at the sight of his father’s dead body. Just as he had feigned anger that no culprit had yet been found. Just as he could feign mourning around his sisters, or remorse around his mother. Just as he could feign grief - just as he is right now, the fat droplets of rain serving as decent enough replacements for genuine tears. He’d handle this - of course he would handle this, just as he had handled everything else in his life up until now - with a laugh and a grin and a great story at the end of it.

“Bastien,” It’s his mother speaking, she tugs gently at his arm. The ceremony is over. He hadn’t even noticed that people had started to file out of the cemetery. “It’s time to go.”

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my application ( again )! I love the look of this group, and I love Bastien, and I hope I get the opportunity to write with you all soon!!

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Paper Rings - B.H.

Summary: Paper Rings inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. It’s glimpses into some sweet and funny moments over the course of Y/N and Ben’s relationship.

A/N: No one asked for it, but here it is anyway, because I’m a sucker for this song (and let’s be real, the whole Lover album). I hope you guys enjoy! It’s a lot of sweet fluff featuring our favorite soft boy.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

PAPER RINGS

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“Psst,” your friend Jenna nudged your arm as she tried to get your attention. You snapped back into attention, tearing your attention away from the moon as you met her eyes. There glittering with mischievousness and you wondered what she was up to, “while you’ve been off day dreaming, you’ve missed the best part.”

“And just what might that be?” you asked, intrigued by her choice of words. Reaching up, she gently grabbed your chin and turned your head, glancing across the backyard you were all crowded into and urged you to follow her line of sight.

“Him,” she whispered, eyes landing on a blonde boy who had quickly turned away when he realized he had been caught, his cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson, “he’s eyeing you up all night. Poor lad’s got it bad for you I’m afraid. It’s like he’s never seen a woman before.”

“Me?” you almost burst into laughter at the thought that the beautiful boy could ever find you attractive, “him? You’re a fool. Besides, isn’t that Ben Jones? I’ve heard-”

“What you’ve heard means nothing,” she insisted, “he’s a nice guy, Y/N. I wouldn’t be friends with him if he wasn’t. Just go over and talk to him. What could go wrong with just a little talking?”

“The fact that I might go over and waste my time and make a fool out of myself,” you insisted, “he’s not into me, he was probably into you. I mean-”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she insisted, “he wasn’t even sparing me a glance. And now, well...make your conclusions.”

The last part was rushed and spoken under her breath as she turned away, leaving you confused, until a large shadow blocked your view. You looked up and came face to face with Ben, who was smiling at you, a nervous expression written on his face. 

“H-hi,” he managed to stammer out, his voice cracking with even the simple word, “I’m Ben.”

“I know who you are,” the words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them and they should a little more harsh than intended, “everyone does. I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he repeated, giving you the same look tone back, “we have a lot of friends in common.”

“Of course,” you laughed at yourself, “now tell me, what can I do for you?”

“You want to grab a beer?” he asked, feeling more bold than he anticipated. You raised an eyebrow at the beer that was nestled in your hand, and blush crept into his cheeks as he realized his gaff, “somewhere more private I mean?”

“Yes,” it was an easy answer despite your nerves, as Jenna cheered on besides you. She eagerly grabbed your beer and gave you a push in his direction, “come on, let’s go before people decide to invite themselves along.”

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

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“Come on, love,” Ben’s use of that word nearly knocked you off your feet. You know he didn’t mean it any special way, but it still tugged on your heartstrings a little bit, a flurry of butterflies stirring in your stomach. Your whole gang was out, celebrating yet another birthday, but you had been the target of Ben’s affection. He was sat next to you, nudging your leg with his as you he tried to get you to look at him. You glanced at him briefly, giving him a tight lipped smile before turning your attention back to the drink in front of you. 

You’d been avoiding him, more or less, for close to a month, sure that it was for the best, that’s what you kept insisting to yourself anyway. Ben, however, did not think it was for the best, and had been trying to get you to notice him that entire time. Not that you hadn’t noticed, you most definitely had, but you were positive that avoiding him altogether was the best choice. Now one else agreed with you, including Jenna, who kept pushing the two of you together. It would always be the two of you that ended up together, with everyone else suddenly disappearing. How convenient. 

Ben had seemed to have no problem with it, but you gave him the cold shoulder, answering any question he asked with simple response and often refusing to make conversation. You had a nagging feeling in the pit that just told you that getting involved with Ben was a bad idea and that you’d be hurt. So instead of even trying, you figured you might as well just let go of any idea of trying and just keep to yourself instead. That was the smart thing to do after all, right?

“Ben,” you hissed under your breath, keeping a sharp eye out to make sure that no one was watching the two of you, lest anyone get any ideas about the two of you, “knock it off.”

“Knock what off?” he asked, his tone playful although you could tell there was a note of seriousness under his tone. You turned away from him, angling your body in the opposite direction. 

“You know what I mean,” you insisted, picking up your wine and taking a long sip, “you’re being-”

“Insistent,” he admitted, an almost self satisfied little smirk making his way into his face, “is there a reason you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder for the last month? Is it something I did?”

The way he had asked his sentence was enough to make your head snap in his direction as he gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. That alone was almost enough to break your resolve. It’s just Ben, the little voice inside your head reminded you, what could go wrong?

“N-no,” you lied, your grip tightening on the glass, sure if you squeezed any hard the glass would just shatter in your hands. You were never a good liar, and he could spot the lie easily. He leaned back in his seat, clearing his throat as he waited for a better answer. You squeezed your eyes shut for just a moment before letting out a slow sigh, “Ben...it’s just...you and I...we’d never work. And I’m afraid that if I give myself the chance that this would all need up as a big mess.”

“Y/N,” he said, leaning forward and putting his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze, “how could you possibly know that? You never know what could happen with us. But do you know how you’ll find out?”

“Hmm?” you asked, trying not to panic at the feeling of his large hand on your knee. It was like his touch was electric and sending sparks throughout your body. 

“If you try,” he finished and you stiffened; you had a feeling this was going to be his response, but hearing the words from his mouth was something different. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be so interested in you. He was Ben, this beautiful, smart, kind man, was going after you; he wasn’t interested in anyone else, there was just you. He removed his hand and leaned closer to you, so he was almost whispering in your ear, “what do you say, love? Give me one chance. One chance is all I’m asking for.”

“One chance?” you asked as you looked at him and he gave a small, hopeful nod.

“Just one chance,” he agreed, “and if it’s truly that awful, you will never have to deal me with again.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your resolve dissipating more with each second. You turned to look at Ben and saw that he had the biggest of grins on his face, “can you just tell me one thing?”

“Shoot.”

“Why me? I’m sure there are a million other girls you could have, girls that practically throw themselves at you,” you mused thoughtfully, “yet you choose to pursue me. Why so?”

“Why not?” he ventured back, “I’m not interested in those girls. I’m interested in you.”

“I’m just-”

“You’re you. That’s all that matters,” he shrugged simply, “I don’t want to see anyone else, plain and simple. Besides all of that, I like a little bit of a challenge.”

“Oh? Is that all you see me as? A challenge?” you teased, raising your eyebrow at him.

“No,” he responded quickly, “I-I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Relax,” you giggled at him, “I’m only joking. You like a challenge and I like to taunt. It’s only fair, don’t you think? Now, tell me, dear Ben, just how do you plan to woo and wow me on this one and only chance?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he said, carding his hands, a million thoughts running through his mind, “but don’t worry, you’ll definitely be wine and dined and wooed.”

“Bring it on, Jones, bring it on.”

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

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“Ben! You’re insane!” you managed to choke out between giggles as Ben ran out into the backyard, stripping off his shirt and joggers. He stopped and gave you a grin as he was left standing in only his boxers and looked between you and the pool.

“It’ll be fun!” he insisted although you weren’t so sure. It was freezing and the cold weather had seemingly arrived overnight. Of course Ben had decided it was the perfect time to jump in the pool late at night, throwing caution to the window.

“Fun!?” you shouted in response as you pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, “we’re going to freeze! It’s winter, you loon!”

“Baby,” he stuck his bottom lip out, giving you the most pouty of looks, “I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

“In the freezing pool?” you questioned him and he just nodded. He did seem to run warm, and you often called him your personal heater, but you weren’t sure how that would translate to the pool.

“Yes,” he insisted, “come on, let’s live a little!”

You gave him a dramatic sigh as you slowly started to strip off your multiple layers, the smile on Ben’s face growing. When you were down to your bra panties, he held his arms out to you.

“If I freeze, it’s all on you,” you reminded him as you poked his chest. He nodded softly, and started to wrap his arms around you when you got a wicked idea. Instead of giving in and letting him hug you, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back. He let out a squeak of surprise as he fell into the pool and was submerged in the icy water.

“Y/N! What the hell!?” he almost shouted as he resurfaced, trying to maintain a serious facade, even though he laughing too, “that was so dirty!”

“I never said I played fair,” you teased as you watched him, quickly ducking out of the way as he tried to splash you, “hey! Mr. Jones, please control yourself!”

“You started it,” he insisted, swimming over to the edge of the pool and leaning up on his arms, “are you going to come and join me or are you just going to stare?”

“Not much to stare at,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at him, “what’s to say I don’t just grab my clothes and leave?”

“I know you would never,” he insisted, tilting his head to the side and looking at you like a little puppy. It was hard to say no to that face, and made you wonder for a moment why you ever considered saying no to him.

You walked over to him, sitting down and leaned over to give him a soft kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips as he reached up and put a hand on your face.

“Come on babe,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “the water’s perfect.”

“Probably freezing!”

“Nah,” he promised, “I’ll keep you warm. Come on, what’ve you got to lose? And don’t even start with listing every single one of your limbs.”

“How easily you see right through me,” you sat on the ground down and stuck out your legs, dipping them into the pool. To your surprise it wasn’t early as cold you had imagined. Ben came over and put his hands around your ankles, attempting to pull you further in, “do you really need the whole body?”

“All of it,” he insisted and paused for a moment before you gave and hopped into the pool, deciding to go all at once so you could get it over with. You quickly tried resurfaced, holding out your arms in a ta-da sort of gesture.

“Happy now?” you asked as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his body. Despite the cold water, his body still radiated heat, and helped to warm you up.

“Mhmm,” you closed your eyes and burrowed your face into his shoulder, “I guess this isn’t so terrible.”

He remained silent for a few moments before trailing a few kisses along the side of your head. He stopped quickly, and you could feel his body tensing up ever so slightly, “can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you responded quickly, pulling back and looking at him. You reached over and put your hand under his chin and tried to get him to look at you. There was a bit of nervousness behind his soft, sage eyes, “Ben, what’s wrong?”

“I…please don’t freak out,” he finally met your eyes, pausing for only a moment before putting one of his hands on the side of your face, studying your features intently, “but...I-I love you.”

You’d been going out for a while, but neither of you had said those words to each other yet. Not that you didn’t feel that way, you just had been nervous to say them to him, in the off chance that he didn’t feel the same.

“What?” you asked quietly, so quietly that weren’t even sure you had said anything, looking at him with wide eyes. He grew nervous, almost as if anticipating that you were going to reject him, when in reality you were just trying to process the fact he could possibly feel that way about you, “you love me?”

“Yes,” he breathed out anxiously, a big grin on his face, “I think I’ve known for a long time...actually, it’s probably since the time you rejected me.”

“I never rejected you,” you tilted your head to the side and gave him a curious look as he just started to laugh.

“You have too!” he insisted, “how long did it take for me to convince you to go out with me? You gave me the cold shoulder for what seemed like an eternity. You were scared that things were going to work out...I hope you don’t feel that way anymore.”

“No,” you answered honestly. And it was true - you hadn’t questioned your affections for Ben or your relationship with him even once. He had been right from the beginning, that he would never do anything to hurt you, and you were glad that he had finally convinced you to give him a chance, “I haven’t regretted a single moment with you. I know I was really reluctant at the beginning, and yes, admittedly I gave you the cold shoulder, but I’m really glad you did whatever you did to finally convince me.”

“Does that mean I haven’t ruined the moment by professing my love to you? Or seem weird because I feel like I just knew?” his voice had a bit of a shaky quality to it as he splashed some water around, staring at the ripples with a determined intensity.

“No, Ben, you absolutely have ruined nothing,” you promised him and he visibly relaxed. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, grazing his lips ever so slightly over yours, “I love you. Truly, I do.”

“Really?” he seemed surprised by your response, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting it at all, “I’m so glad...I was so nervous about telling. Like what if had all gone wrong or you didn’t feel the same for some reason?”

“Were you actually worried? You thought I might not feel the same way?”

“I mean yeah, of course I did,” he chuckled lightly, “I mean it’s you. How lucky I must be to be loved by someone like you.”

“Would it be silly to tell you I was worried about the exact same thing?” you were shocked that you had caused him to be nervous or worried. This was Ben after all, gorgeous, amazing, kind, funny, sweet Ben. But here he was - starstruck due to you.

“So let me get this straight - we’re both silly fools and we’re both in love with each other?”

“Yes, I think that hits the nail on the head,” you looked at each other before dissolving into fits of giggles, “I suppose all it took to finally admit our feelings was jumping into a freezing pool!”

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” he winked, “whatever big thing I do next, it’s going to be hard to top this!”

“I have a feeling you’ll continually surprise me, my love,” you giggled at him, “I look forward to all of our moments that are yet to come.”

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so proud

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“What?” you asked as you turned your head to the side, a smile stretching across your face as you met Ben’s eyes. You quickly took your hand and ran it over your face to make sure there was nothing sticking anymore. You’d just finished a sticky, sweet bowl of ice cream and were sure there had to be some sort of residue somewhere - why else would Ben be watching you so intently? The lighting was dim in the bedroom, only a few candles on, accompanied by some fairy lights and the glow of the television screen. It had been a long week for the two of you and the decision to spend the evening in bed watching Netflix hand been an easy decision. 

“Nothing,” Ben insisted softly, taking a hand and touching your cheek gently, thumb rubbing across your cheekbone. His soft eyes seemed to glitter in the low lighting, as he looked at you like you were the reason for all the stars in the night sky, “I just really love you. And I’m continually reminded of that fact.”

“I love you too, Ben,” you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, stunned by the fact that his words still had the power to make you feel butterflies even after several years together, “but you know that. Always have and always will.”

“Not always,” he reminded you, and the two of you shared a soft laugh, “I’m pretty sure you weren’t so fond of me when we first met. Or have you forgotten that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, crossed your arms and trying to hide the smile that was working its way on your face. Ben scoffed as he reached over and pulled you into his arms, positioning you so you were straddling his lap, “now you’re just playing first dirty, and unfair!”

“I’m just playing to my strengths,” he insisted, leaning up and giving you a soft kiss, “and you just happen to be my weakness and strength.” 

“Such a sap,” you teased, putting a finger to his lips and pushing him back down, “now, tell me what’s got you all like this? You’re even more sweet than normal, tell me my love, are you trying to catch flies?”

“No,” he shrugged his shoulders innocently, reaching over into his nightstand and pulling something small out, closing his hand around it, “do you remember what you told me once?”

“Care to be a little more specific?” you teasing, grabbing his hand and trying to pry it open, but he remained steadfast, gripping it tighter than you thought possible, “what, you’re just not going to show me?” 

“Not until you remember, darling,” he beamed at you with that smile you’d fallen in love with years ago, “I remember those words very clearly.”

“I-I don’t…” you tried to rack your brain but the specific instance he was referring to you just wasn’t coming to your mind, “help me out here, I’m drowning.”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” he used his clasped his hand and opened it, quickly slipping the item into your palm. You let out a small sound of delight as you examined it closely. It was just a small circlet of tightly wrapped paper, but large enough for your finger, “do you remember now?”

“It’s a paper ring,” you could feel the tears prickling at the back of your eyes. A small laugh escaped your lips; it had been a long time since you had uttered those words, but they were still true to this day.

“You had so much wine, and you were giggly,” he recalled, “we’ve been together for just about a year, and we were at a party. You hugged me, and you whispered in my ear, or so you thought you were whispering when you were actually shouting-”

“I like shiny things-”

“But I’d marry you with paper rings,” he finished for you, taking the small ring and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand. You looked at it briefly, before lacing your fingers together together, “I want you to marry you, my love. I’d do it with this silly little ring, or the whatever ring you choose.”

“Ben...what are you saying?” you asked quietly, eyes widening. Was he asking what you think he was asking? He seemed to read your mind, and gave you a small nod.

“Will you marry me?” he asked softly, the words only loud enough for the two of you to hear, “I know this isn’t grand, or probably what you expected-”

“This is better,” you interrupted him, “this is perfect, because it’s just you and me, and nothing else. That’s all I need, Ben. And the fact that you remembered all those words from all that time ago? It means everything. Ben, of course I’ll marry you.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” you leaned down and kissed his soft lips a few times, “I’ll marry you, and I’d make that same choice over and over and over.”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and Paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

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You let out a low groan as you flopped down next to the toilet for what seemed like the millionth time that day. It had become a recurring event the past couple of weeks, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. At first you had chalked it up to food poisoning or even the flu. It seemed like everyone had been getting sick recently, and you’d been out with all of your friends recently, sure you’d caught something from one of them.

But when the sickness in the morning, and throughout the day didn’t seem to go away, you grew concerned, scared that it was something much worse. You went to the doctor, something you rarely did if you were feeling just somewhat under the weather, but Ben had insisted, saying that he didn’t want to see you suffering and miserable anymore. 

You’d expected that there was just something lingering in your system, but when you left the doctor’s office, your whole life had changed. It wasn’t news you had been expecting by any means, but you had broken down in tears, scared tears that quickly led way to happy tears.

“Love?” Ben poked his head into the bathroom, a concerned look on his face. You hadn’t realized he’d gotten home, and you anxiously wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to jump up, “are you still feeling ill? I thought you were doing better?”

“I-I...mostly in the mornings I don’t feel so well,” you admitted, standing up and going over to sink and rinsing your mouth out. Ben’s eyes were glued to you as he watched your every move, waiting for a further explanation. 

“You went to the doctor, right?” he asked, brushing a few stray locks of hair behind your ear, “what did they say?”

“Well, they did tell what was wrong,” you admitted, wondering how long it would take him to put two and two together. You hadn’t told him yet, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal the big news, and it seemed like it was now. You had imagined it going very differently, when you were, you know, not in pajamas and looking worse for the wear, but it would suffice. It was a special moment with Ben after all, and that was what mattered. 

“What’s wrong? Will it go away, did they prescribe anything?”

“Umm, well it’ll take about another seven months to go away,” you trailed off, waiting to see that familiar glint in his eyes, “but for most people it lasts a lifetime.”

“What!?” his eyes grew wide with concern as tried to figure out what sort of disease had the symptoms that you were experiencing. You almost couldn’t hold back a snort as you prayed he’d figure it out on his own, “did they...is there treatment for it? What should we do?”

“Ben,” you put your hand on shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “it’s okay. It’s nothing serious...I mean it is, but it’s a good thing. I think the weirdest thing to deal with will be the weight gain and waiting.”

“Weight gain? Waiting?” the gears were turning in his head as you waited for his light bulb moment, “wait...are you...are we...pregnant?”

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, watching as his face seemed to go through a thousand emotions at once. His hand went to his mouth as he finally seemed to properly process what you were saying, “I’m pregnant, Ben. We’re having a baby!”

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. You felt the same wash of emotion wash over you as you reached over and gently wiped his tears away. You knew how much this meant to him, as much as it did to you; how much the two of you had been wanting to start, or expand rather, your little trio of you, Ben, and Frankie.

“Yes, my love,” you confirmed, getting about a second before he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze, burrowing his face into your shoulder, “that’s what was going. Morning sickness hit fast and hard. I don’t know why but I never thought it would be this...I was shocked when I left the doctor’s office. I was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you.”

“This,” he pulled back and touched your cheek gently, “is perfect.”

“I look like a flaming heap of trash, and I’ve just gone and barfed my guts out,” you laughed at him, but his adoring look was unwavering as he shook his head, “I think this is far from perfect.”

“But it’s not, and no matter what you look like, which is always beautiful, and no matter what the circumstances are, you’re always the best thing to happen to me,” he insisted, “we’ve had many moments together, not all easy or wonderful, but they’re perfect. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because they’re our moments,” he whispered, “and that’s enough to make them perfect. I love you, you know.”

“I know,” you promised him, “I’m glad you still feel that way considering you’ve married me and now knocked me up. Because believe it or not, I love you too.”

“Knocked you up?” he threw back his head with laughter, “you make it sound so dirty-”

“I mean it usually is, isn’t it?” you feigned innocence as you bit your lip and wiggled your eyebrows at him, “are you happy, Ben? Truly?”

“Is that even remotely a question?” Ben placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “of course I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. The only other days that come close to this were the day I told you I loved you, the day I asked you to marry me, and the day we got married. But this? This is on a whole other level. So yes, I’m happy. Very, very happy.”

“Good,” you sighed contently, “because I’m very very happy too.”

“Did you ever think we’d end up like this?” he asked you as picked you up gently and set you down on the counter. He gently lifted up your shirt, revealing your still normal belly, looked at it with a look you’d never seen before. It was a look of pure love and excitement, and it was enough to send another wave of emotion to wash over you. He put his hand on your abdomen, marveling at the fact that a little life that the two of you had created would soon be growing in there, “you were so scared to even go out with me in the first place, and now look at us. We’ve having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” you echoed, “Little Bean Jones.”

“You now that’s almost cute,” he said as he leaned forward and placed the most gentle of kisses to your bare skin, “I can’t wait  to meet you, Little Bean. I love you and your Mumma more than anything in this entire world.”

“Are you trying to make me cry?” you asked, trying your best to keep your tears at bay. It was no use though, and tears were soon sliding down your cheeks, “because it’s working.”

“Only happy tears,” he stated as he wiped them away, “only happy tears, my love.”

“Only happy tears."

You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want

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