#SRY FOR THE RAMBLE I SEE MY FRIEND I GET EXCITED

[tsukidrama]

SOUL EATER FANS RISE!!!!

FOR REAL!! i think there's supposed to be some kind of revival happening soon, the op of the video explained it a bit in a reblog.

honestly in my top 5 of anime.... definitely top 10 🥲 it's so good i love everything about it

#with one exception... excaliber! lmao im so sorry i cannot handle those episodes anymore #its also a nice change from the common shitty dad anime trope. instead have a shitty MOM who fucks up their kid #maka's dad is the blueprint FailDad but he tries so hard & he cares i will defend him most of the time i feel bad for him #SRY FOR THE RAMBLE I SEE MY FRIEND I GET EXCITED #the-georgia-on-my-mind #tsuki answers

[reinerszn]

good boy ! — e. landry & mean!reader

content warnings: nsfw/smut, sub!ethan, afab!reader, unprotected sex, p in v!, e is super needy, mentions of bodily fluids (cum), e has a breeding kink, praise, established relationship, e calls reader momma, last of it is sorta rushed sry:(, if there’s anything else lmk! ♥︎

xylea’s note: literally over 2.5k words :O proofread once, sry for any mistakes. longer part for this! also, for all my works i envision it with chubby!reader :p but feel free to use your imagination baby!

ethan’s attention was not at all focused on the movie anymore. he couldn’t help but feel bothered and frustrated that you were denying his needs. he needed you so desperately, why couldn’t you see that? “be a good boy and you’ll get rewarded as soon as they go home, okay?” your voice was so sweet and promising, it got ethan’s hopes up. he nodded furiously.

some time had passed and it was already 11:24 pm. ethan was more than desperate now given it felt like it had been forever and time was going so agonizingly slow. “momma please.. just need your touch,” ethan gave you a pout, eyes filled with distress. “movie’s almost done e, just wait.” you continued to shut him down every chance you got. the pout was still visible on his pretty face. “stop poutin’ baby,” you whispered softly to the curly-haired boy beside you, hand caressing his inner thigh. ethan’s breathing hitched a bit from the sudden touch. so cute.

20 or 30 minutes had now passed and the movie was now done. you sighed softly in relief. “go switch on the lights, e.” he whipped his head at you, embarrassment visible in his eyes. he was still painfully hard and he knew it’d be visible to the others. ethan shook his head from side to side. you rolled your eyes and got up to do it yourself. “ugh, that movie was shit, tara,” mindy got up from the floor, reaching out her hands for anika. “you wouldn’t understand mindy!” tara snapped back. i chuckled softly at the two who were bickering their mouths off. “alright! why don’t we go home now, huh?” chad chimed in, attempting to stop their stupid argument. “ethan, you gonna stay?” chad looked over at ethan who was desperately trying to cover himself up with the blanket without looking suspicious. “u-uh yeah.. you go ahead and leave, i’ll stay.” chad nodded as he made his way over to the front door with tara, mindy and anika following out as well. both you and ethan waved a goodbye to the four as they left. you locked the door and looked back at ethan.

“you should’ve just listened baby..” you slowly made your way to the back of the couch, sitting your plump ass on the edge of it. “i- they would’ve saw!” he began to ramble on about how worried he was if his friends saw how hard he was for you. “that’s your fault for being so desperate. i mean, why were you even so needy in the first place baby? what made you so worked up, huh?” you looked at him so sweetly, even giving him a small pout as you hopped off the back of the couch to make your way towards the curly-haired boy. “i- i don’t know. you just make me get all worked up and excited i can’t help but crave you momma..” ethan admitted, looking down at the couch to avoid eye contact with you.

you took hold of his jaw firmly and made him look at you. “look at me.” ethan’s eyes widened, surprised from the sudden action. would it surprise you if you knew that his dick just twitched at the very act you just did? “s-sorry momma.”

“mm.. do you still want your reward? do you think you deserve it?” your eyes were locked with his and you could’ve swore you saw hearts in his eyes once you had mentioned his reward. ethan nodded his head furiously, curls softly bouncing from the motion. “p-please momma. i’ll be good, promise. i won’t even cum til’ you tell me, please?” all he could do was babble out promises that you knew were going to be broken by the time you touched his painfully hard cock that throbbed for your touch. “oh really?” your voice was lower than usual, a bit huskier as well. your eyes were filled with burning desire and you couldn’t help but think of ethan’s pretty cock spurting out his cum all over your hands. he bit his lip, nodding once more. “if you say so baby.. better stay true to your words.”

you straddled yourself onto his lap, hips sitting on his. your hands were wrapped around his neck as your lips were on his, kiss filled with such desire and passion yet with a sense of love and warmth. he melted into your touch and his brain had gone all mushy, no longer being able to think about anything else but you. ethan’s breathing began to get a bit erratic and would falter as he felt one of your hands travel down his chest and to his achy cock that was restrained in his grey sweats. he pulled away softly, desperately needing air. “momma please,” he whined out. ethan’s whines and whimpers were nothing but music to your ears. they sounded so heavenly and beautiful as they fell off his puffy lips that you would gently bite on whenever you’d feel like it. “please what, e? use your words.” obviously you knew exactly what he wanted but it was just so much better to see ethan beg and plead for it. “please touch me momma, ‘m so hard it hurts and it’s so achy,” his lips jutted out, giving you another small pout as his big eyes gave you that adoring puppy-like look. seeing him fall apart like this always made your heart swell and arousal form between your thighs. a cunning smirk was plastered on your face.

one of your hands slipped under the waistband of his sweats, squeezing his cock that was being held back from his boxers. you earned a groan from ethan as he threw his head back. “fuckkk.. momma.”

“what baby? that feel good?” you squeezed his cock once more, hand softly palming him afterwards. ethan nodded his head frantically as more whines and moans escaped his lips. “can’t hear you,” you said in a sing-song tone, teasing the writhing boy. “feels too good!” he managed to choke out between breathy whimpers. your palming became much more powerful, pressing against his achy cock. his body jolted as he slapped his palm against his lips, attempting to muffle his pretty sounds. “no no.. let momma hear you,” you stopped your motions and swatted away his hand from his mouth. needing his lips on yours once again, you kissed him, feeling ethan groan into your mouth. your hips were rubbing against his, cunt grinding down on him. you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t just as desperate as your boyfriend who laid beneath you. ethan’s hips began to buck into yours, gravely needy for your cunt or at the very least, your hands wrapped around him. “please.. please please pleaseee,” he continued to babble out, desperate for you.

feeling just as eager as ethan, you got up to slide your pyjama shorts down, leaving yourself in your pink and lacy panties that ethan adored. you then went to slide ethan’s sweats and boxers down, just enough to see his cock. his tip was red and leaked with pre-cum, slapping and twitching against his stomach. you cooed at the sight, feeling so lucky to have ethan at your mercy like this. “so pretty baby… you want momma to help you?” you cocked an eyebrow at him. “yes— please i need it so bad.. just need your touch,” he whined out, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly.

being such a generous girlfriend who always nurtured her sweet boyfriend, you couldn’t help but give in a bit. your hands were wrapped around the shaft of his cock, stroking it gently just to tease. ethan threw his head back once more, mouth agape as his pretty sounds fled his mouth. his physical reactions that his body always made, due to just your touch, never failed to get you all thrilled. “sucha good boy, making those sounds for momma..” your hands picked up their pace, going a bit faster than ethan had anticipated. he gasped loudly, eyes closed shut. “momma.. need your cunt,” he’d slur on his words, saliva forming on the corners of his mouth. his mind was blank and he couldn’t think straight at all. all he knew was that he felt good and needed your cunt squeezing all the cum out of him that he had for you. “soon baby.. keep being a good boy f’ me.”

ethan’s breathing hitched, abdomen clenching tight which indicated that he was indeed close to gushing out all of his cum on your hands. your pace had gotten slower by the second and came to a full stop.

ethan absolutely hated when you would do this and be so mean to deny or ruin his orgasm. “why’d you stop?” he whined out softly as he opened his eyes to look at you, “was so close momma.” you couldn’t help but smirk at the curly-haired boy who had a slick of sweat covering his forehead. his curls started to stick onto his forehead, covering his brows. “because baby, i don’t want you to cum yet. want you to fill me up,” your hand slid your lacy panties to the side as you were too eager to fully take them off. his eyes lit up with joy and his heart swelled at your words. he loved painting your gummy walls with his cum, filling you up to the brink with everything he had.

still straddling his lap, you lifted yourself off a bit, grabbing hold of his cock to align it to your slit. your cunt was practically drooling for ethan’s cock. a small hiss left your mouth as you sunk down, trying to adjust to how stretched out you felt.

ethan was big in length, a bit smaller in girth, but to you he was perfect either way. the way he fit into you, filled you up to the brim, moaned and whimpered out your name with such delicacy, would kiss your sopping cunt with his cock like he’ll never ever get anything like this ever again.. it was all so perfect and made you so cock drunk for him.

“fuck baby.. makin’ momma feel so good,” you felt ethan’s hands squeeze around your waist, slamming you down all the way to the base of his cock. you winced, feeling him brush against your cervix. you kissed ethan to muffle your noises and melted into his lips. his heartbeat grew faster as he placed one of his hands gently on the back of your head, kissing you more frantically as he leaned into the kiss. he needed you.. craved you.

“hnngg.. momma, ‘s so tight,” he said in between kisses. his hands lifted you up with ease and slammed you back down. “ah, ah- no touching.” ethan pulled away from the kiss to give you one of his pretty pouts like before. you smiled softly at him before bouncing all over his cock, making his face immediately contort in pleasure. a series of small whimpers, gasps, and ‘fuck’s left his puffy lips. his hands softly grabbed onto your hips, squeezing the warm and soft flesh, not being able to take his hands off you. as much as you wanted to swat away his hands, you couldn’t and you could no longer deny his sweet desire for you. he was being a good boy after all and just for you.

ethan’s stomach began to get tight once again, abs contracting. “w-wait.. wait momma i.. i wanna fuck into you, please?” he felt you stop bouncing, sitting down all the way to the point where your cunt took him at the base. “of course baby.. did you need me to lay back?” you questioned the curly-haired boy, eyes fixated on him. he nodded his head quickly as he pulled out, waiting for you to scoot over that way he can get you into the position he was dying to fuck you in. you couldn’t help but find it so adorable how excited he was. you sat on the side of the couch, eyes attentively watching your boyfriend move around.

he got off the couch and stood in front of you, taking hold of your pretty, plump legs. ethan’s hands pushed your legs against your chest, practically folding you like you were nothing but his little toy that he desperately wanted to please and be a good boy for. your tummy was so cute as it formed into two rolls; ethan absolutely adored it and probably would’ve came at the sight beneath him.

he slid in your tight cunt with ease, your slick covering him once more. a groan left both yours and ethan’s lips as he stuffed his cock into you, bottoming out. he took a quick moment to regain himself and by the time you knew it, he was fucking into you at such an animalistic pace. his thrusts were so deep, brushing against your cervix. all that you could say were a bunch of ‘fuck’s as your mind went hazy, no coherent thought in there! your hands clawed against e’s back, leaving pretty red marks that complimented his skin. “fuckkk ethan!” you felt ethan’s head nuzzle into your neck, peppering small kisses all over as his hips still drilled into you. that familiar knot began to wind in your lower stomach, threatening to break any second now. “‘m gonna cum babyboy.. momma feels so good,” you cooed out as your eyes were screwed shut, manicured nails still scratching at his back. “please, please cum,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it afterwards. his hips continued to drill into you, a bunch of stamina still running through his body. the knot came undone, snapping and you couldn’t help but clench around ethan’s cock. tears escaped your eyes, rolling down your rosy cheeks as your jaw fell slack, mouth agape.

“am i making you feel good momma?” he softly asked, tone sweet and innocent. the recognizable knot that once formed in his stomach before began to appear again, fast. he knew that with just a few more thrusts in and out of your sobbing cunt, he’d be spilling his cum all inside of your pretty womb. you nodded your head eagerly, “yes baby.. making momma feel so full,” you purred out, giving him reassuring caresses on his back with your thumb. “you gonna cum baby?” you could tell from his staggering hips and his unsteady breaths that he was so close to spurting out everything he had for you. ethan bobbed his head eagerly, whimpering out a small ‘mhm’. “good boy baby.. fill me up,” you cooed out once more. with just a few more thrusts of going in and out, like he had anticipated, repeatedly abusing your cunt to his full power, he collapsed; weight all against you, gushing out his cum inside your gummy walls. you could feel the thick, warm ropes of cum paint your insides and you purposely fluttered your cunt around him, just to milk out everything he had for you. gasps and stutters fell off of ethan’s puffy lips, hot breath against your ear.

as tired as you both seemed, ethan wanted to fill you up to the point where you could no longer take it. he planned on doing it. of course, he knew you would no longer deny him of his desperate wishes and needs and you would let him do whatever, given you were close to being too fucked out to notice his antics.

“we’re not done yet momma.”

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I saw your doing Gotham pairings and had to jump! No rush tho obviously and thanks in advance^^

I'm 5'2 and 3/4ths (very important) and am on the curvy but chubby side. I have thick brown curly hair falling just above my shoulders thats- it's such a mess man and dark blue eyes plus glasses. I also have a tounge piercing! I aim for a dark academia style but usually end up chaotic academia or just pj type wear ;-; I feel like I'm rambling sry um personality! I'm bit of a contradiction in this area, like I'm responsible but also described as a cryptid by close friends^^" think emotional support animal but the animals a possum with rabies :D I also info dump about crap a lot (psych and bio lately) so yeah- excited to see who you match me with if ya get to me! Have a great day/night<33

I would have to pair you with Oswald Cobblepot!! Your aesthetics match very well and I feel like your personalities can really balance each other out!! He’d enjoy listening to your rambles, hearing your voice ring in his ears <33 I feel like the main thing he’d adore about you is your dark blue eyes :)

[sweetshoko]

you didn’t see that, falco.

tutoring falco grice was a good way to make some money. on the other hand, being around his brother wasn’t so bad either.

PAIRING(S); colt grice x reader, minor falco grice x gabi braun, platonic!hitch x reader, implied ymirhisu, implied sasha x niccolo

WARNING(S); alcohol use, parties, heated make out session, no smut (16+ & sfw)

WC; 7.4k

EXTRA(S); sfw college!au, tutor x tutoree’s older brother, colt is a humanities major, roommate!sasha, stereotypical college halloween party, sasha and niccolo have funny little matching costumes with connie

NOTE(S); again sry i do not have a beta reader so sry for any mistakes. happy valentine’s day!!!

— LESSON 1; RATIOS

Tutoring was an easy and convenient way of making money for you.

The tutoring center at Paradis University allowed you to work ten hours a week, helping out not only college students that needed help, but also nearby high, middle, and elementary schools with the goal of helping out the community for free. Fitting it in with your other classes and schoolwork wasn’t too hard. Plus, who would say no to getting a discount at the student store?

“We got a new client from that middle school full of geniuses,” Hitch announces from her side of the service area. “His name’s Falco and apparently he’s having a little trouble with math.”

“The genius middle school? You mean the one with the scary warrior mascot?”

“Yeah,” she replies, taking a sip of her coffee, “It’s an in house one, too. And I really do not feel like going.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as Hitch stares you down. You know what she’s thinking in her head–’Please say yes, please say yes. I don’t wanna go.’ But you glare back at her until she groans.

“I’ll take you out to eat. My treat. Just don’t make me go all the way over there on four hours of sleep.”

“Alright, fine!”

“Yay!”

After Hitch jumps up to engulf you in a bear hug, you grab your backpack and enter the address on the paper slip into your phone.

The walk is short, only ten minutes, and you curse Hitch under your breath for being lazy as you ring the doorbell. This Falco’s house is quaint, located on the corner of a street, right by the grocery store plaza you usually go to. From behind the door, you can hear a gruff voice calling Falco’s name from the other side of the door and soon enough, you’re met with the sight of a tall blonde around your age.

“I’m here for Falco?” You tell him, giving the boy a polite smile.

“Y-Yeah, sure. I’ll get him for you. You can come in.”

He directs you to the couch without another word, avoiding eye contact, as you set up your laptop along with your notebook on the coffee table. Sure enough, a twelve year old boy sits down next to you with a paper and pencil on his lap. You hold out your hand for him to shake and he grips it loosely.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N). And you must be Falco.”

He nods, looking down at his lap rather than at your face. It’s common for kids to be reserved around new people and Falco was no different in that respect. Although, it makes your job just a little bit harder, so you decide to break the ice.

“Alright, Falco. Do you play any video games?”

His ears perk up at the question. “W-What?”

“I asked if you play any video games. If I’m going to be helping you with math today, I might as well get to know you a little bit.”

“W- Well, I really like Minecraft–”

“Me too! I like making farms there. Potatoes, carrots, wheat, everything. I used to play more when I had free time.”

“No way!” He jumps up from the couch eagerly, eyes lighting up with excitement. That wasn’t too hard. “Me and my friends have a server together, we share a farm and I have this huge mansion that I’m still building.”

Falco’s enthusiasm draws him into a more comfortable zone and after ten minutes of his rambling, you eventually shift the focus back onto a practice problem on ratios. After reading a problem about cake ingredients, you turn your head towards him and he looks back at you with an exasperated expression. “I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/N)… But I don’t really get it.”

You think for a moment and an idea pops into your head.

“Falco, if you were to make a stone pickaxe, how many sticks would you need?”

“Two.”

“Right. And if you had an unlimited amount of stone, how many pickaxes can you make with six sticks?”

“Three!”

“Good job, Falco! You just did a ratio problem.”

You hold your hand out for a high five and he returns the gesture enthusiastically. It was your favorite part of tutoring kids—seeing them finally get what they’re learning. “So it’s the same idea for the cake, right? Since the sugar is unlimited, I just have to figure out how many I can make with 6 cups of flour.”

“Yes. You got it now?”

“I think I can do these myself.” He responds happily.

He starts on his homework, muttering the arithmetic to himself while his brother comes out of his room to get a drink. Noticing Falco’s newfound focus, he shoots you a curious glance and you smile back, waving him off before he goes back inside.

You’re not blind. Falco’s brother is… handsome. You’d hate to admit it to yourself—Falco is your client and it’s unprofessional—but with his hazel eyes and pink cheeks, you can’t help but notice. It’s only a part of your instinct, though you knew you wouldn’t actively pursue him. It’s out of the question.

Eventually, about thirty minutes pass and Falco is done with only a few errors here and there, but you have him correct them himself. He’s really gotten down the basics and even though you just met this kid today, you feel proud of his efforts.

Before leaving to finish out the rest of your shift at the tutoring center, his brother comes out of his room to walk you out. Falco waves goodbye with a wide smile on his face.

“My name is Colt, by the way.”

“Colt.” You repeat to yourself, looking right into his eyes. His gaze falters a bit, but he still maintains eye contact. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He has a firm grip when he shakes your hand for the first time.

— LESSON 2; LINES

“The same kid from Tuesday added your name to his preference box. Looks like you’re popular.”

Your day is lightened up as Hitch hands you the pink slip with a wide smile on her face. “It’s neat, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“The last name’s Grice. You know who I’m talking about, right?”

“I don’t get it.”

“Oh my god!” she whispers loudly. Her face is close to yours when she speaks, hands remaining on your shoulders as if you missed a dramatic piece of information. “Colt Grice? Do you not remember?”

“I mean, Colt is the name of his cute older brother, yes… But I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“He was in our history class last semester,” she scoffs, “The one GE class that was so fucking hard for no reason? Remember the tall long face blonde man?”

“He was in our class?”

“Yes!” She replies as you gawk at her, “He’s literally friends with Annie!”

“I didn’t even notice he went here?”

“Liar. You’re fucking lying. And you’re too focused on school. Maybe have some fun once in a while. Go out. Kiss Falco’s older brother.”

“That’s very unprofessional. And I do have fun!”

“Yeah, but the tutoring center has been boring. I need you to do something mildly crazy.” She rolls her eyes as you lightly smack the back of her head.

“You’re vile. I’ll see you later, Hitch.”

You leave the tutoring center remembering the route to Falco’s house. This time, Falco is the one who lets you in, eagerly pulling you by your wrist to the couch. The coffee table is set with a new creeper plushie and an old laptop showing a familiar block game. “Look! I built a garden for my friend’s server! Do you like it?”

You smile, making yourself comfortable on the couch as his avatar walks around his new creation. “Of course I love it! I like how you made a pattern with all the different colored flowers, it’s really pretty!”

“Thanks,” he replies smugly, “And my brother got me this creeper yesterday! I’ve been wanting one for a while, but my parents wouldn’t get me one. Colt gave it to me, though!”

“Your brother must really take care of you.”

“He does.”

Just as you start to set your laptop on the table, Colt comes out of his room and into the kitchen. He notices you from the corner of his eye as he makes his cup of coffee, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Still, you haven’t shifted, finding a file on your computer instead while Falco sits next to you with a notebook on his lap. Not wanting to bother the two of you, he returns back to his room. He decides to find another time to talk despite the limited window you’ll probably have after the lesson.

You and Falco spend an hour connecting the ratio problem he was having trouble with last time to the basic line graph. He’s less tense than he was during the last session and the observation makes you feel content—not only is he more comfortable, he’s also getting better at solving problems. It must be a relief for him. But eventually, it’s time to go back to the tutoring center and check in with Hitch before you get off your shift.

“I- I have a question.”

“Yes, Falco.”

“Do you think you can come here every week? I’ve been doing better in school and- and I think you’re pretty cool. I’ve had another tutor before, but he was really scary.” He looks down at his feet, shuffling as he awaits your response.

“You can sign up for weekly sessions, just fill out the slip again and choose the option for it. Remember to get your brother or parent’s signature, alright?”

“Got it! I’ll see you next week again, Miss (Y/N).”

“I’ll see you! And you don’t have to call me Miss. I’m just a college student.”

When he hears your goodbyes for his room, Colt comes out to walk you to the front door just like last time, finally seeing his chance. You thank him once you’re on the doorstep, the sun setting on the horizon—a reminder that you should start walking back before it gets too dark.

“Thanks for helping out Falco. It really means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem. It is my job after all and plus, he’s a really sweet kid.”

Flashing him a smile, you make your way down the steps, but he calls out your name before you reach the sidewalk.

“Did you walk here?”

“Yes. It’s really only ten minutes away, I’ll be fine—“

“But it’ll be dark by the time you get on campus, are you sure?”

“To be honest, I can’t really afford to call an Uber right now, Colt. I would love to but my biology textbook really drained my checking account.”

“I’ll just drive you back, don’t worry about it.”

“What?” You turn around, backpack swinging along your shoulder. His cheeks are pink when he points at the car parked in his driveway. “You really don’t have to. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I know we just formally met last week, but I’d hate it if anything happened to you, you know?” He rambles, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Just to be safe. I’m sure your friends have your location and everything. I’ll drive you back to campus. Or your apartment, too. I really don’t mind and Falco can handle being in the house alone for a little bit—“

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the offer,” you cut him off, walking towards the passenger seat of his car, “Plus, we did have a class together. And you know Annie. She’s my neighbor, after all.”

“You remember me?”

“Well, we both went to the extra credit studying sessions. Not that many people went.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Drop me off at the library first so I can clock out. Do you know where Annie lives?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there before.”

“Just take me to the parking lot. I really appreciate it.”

Before getting in the car, he goes back inside to tell Falco that he’s leaving, reminding him to not open the door to any strangers and leaving some food out for his snack.

The car ride to the library is nearly silent aside from the music playing on the speakers, but it’s short, only taking a solid two minutes. Despite having a class together, you two had never spoken outside of Falco’s tutoring sessions, but you’re not uncomfortable in any way. You couldn’t really find a reason to distrust Colt other than the fact you didn’t know him too well, but he was also kind enough to drive you home.

When you get to the library, Hitch greets you by grabbing your wrists. There’s a mischievous smile on her face as you plop your backpack down on the floor, rummaging the front pocket for your wallet. It’s unnerving and you glare at her until she stops hovering around you. “What? I haven’t even started talking.”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Well. Did you talk to him?”

“Only small talk. Because I go to that house to do my job. Not fuck my tutoree’s old brother.”

“Boring.”

“And I also have to go. I’m tired.”

“Noooo…” she whines, pulling you into a bear hug, “Please don’t go. It’s so boring and I have two hours left.”

“I just said I’m tired. Sasha’s boyfriend is also coming over to cook. You know. The chef.”

“Tch, that’s not even until later? Are you in a rush or something?”

“Not really. I just don’t wanna keep my ride waiting.”

“The bus comes every 15 minutes, you’ll be fine. Unless…”

“Hitch, no—“

There’s not really a way to prevent Hitch from looking outside the window. She works right next to it after all, but you know how it looks to her. She turns to you with a smirk, staring at you for a few seconds before asking.

“Why is Colt Grice parked in front of the library, hm?”

“Because he offered to bring me home… And he’s a nice guy.”

“Interesting. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”

“You can’t just barge into my apartment because you live next to me—“

“Bye!”

Hitch practically pushes you out the door as Colt waves at you, readjusting his posture while you get into the car. “Did you clock out okay?”

“Yeah. Do you know Annie’s roommate by the way?”

“Hitch? Yeah, she’s pretty funny. Her and Pieck have been the reason for my hangovers lately, but they’re really nice.”

“You, too?”

“Yeah. She always says something along the lines of ‘Have more fun!’ or ‘Stop being so boring.’ And then I end up with the worst headaches of my life the next morning.”

“She still says that to me even outside of parties. I adore her, though.”

“Me, too. They’re fun people.”

Both of you share a few moments of comfortable silence before the conversation carries on. Talking to Colt is easy, he’s not as intimidating as he looks. Despite his muscular build and height, the tone of his voice remains gentle. He hands onto every word you say, making a comment here and there when something comes to mind, but never interrupting your rambling.

“Falco’s a real sweet kid.”

“He really is. He cleans his room, he does all his chores properly which is odd considering how I was when I was 12. But I’m really lucky to have a little brother like him.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, do you guys live with your parents?”

“No, actually. They live about an hour away, but they wanted to send Falco to the nice middle school while I went to Paradis so that he can get into good schools when it’s time for him to go to college. It worked out ‘cause once I got out of the military, he was just entering middle school.”

“Military?”

“Yeah. It was a rough time, but I’m here now!”

“I’m glad,” you respond with a soft tone, admiring the view of his face from the passenger seat, “Well, what are you majoring in?”

“Humanities. Minoring in Spanish and German so that I can become a translator. I got stationed in Europe for a long time before getting out. What about you?”

“Chemical engineering.”

“No wonder you’re so good at math,” he pauses with a grin, “Falco talks about you when you’re not around, you know?” He takes a quick glance at you before focusing his eyes back on the road.

“Really?”

“Well, he was really struggling before I signed him up for the tutoring program. And that plus the fact you also play Minecraft probably got him to like you so much.”

“I’m happy that I get to tutor a kid like him. Honestly.”

When he gets to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he waits for you to get into the building before driving off. Waving goodbye, you feel giddy walking up the steps to your apartment.

— LESSON 3; GIRLS???

After a month, going to the Grice household becomes one of the highlights of your week. Every time you rang the doorbell, you were able to hear Falco’s heavy steps towards the door and once you came in, you were welcomed by the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Colt always made an extra cup for you and every week it got harder and harder to leave.

Falco was almost like a little brother to you. Before starting his homework, he’d let you know about what he’d been building that week, teachers that bothered him, the funny things that his friends Udo and Gabi had said. You weren’t expecting to form such a close bond to the boy, but you’re glad that he chose you as his math tutor.

Although, today, he seemed a little more jittery. He’s definitely nervous—you can tell by the way he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, his inability to maintain eye contact during small talk. It reminds you of the first time you met the kid.

“C- Can I ask you a question before we start?”

“Yeah, Falco. Is there something bothering you?”

“I- I…”

“Yes?” You wait for him to speak,

“W- What stuff do girls like?”

“Huh?”

The question takes you off guard, but you gradually grow excited to answer it. After all, this might be Falco’s first crush and the thought makes you feel all warm inside. He’s too adorable.

“Like what they might like about a boy. Or just in general. Actually, I know, b- but—“

“Is there someone at school you like?”

Falco turns a bright shade of red, spreading from his cheeks all the way up to his ears. He can’t look you in the eye, only fumbling with the bottom of his t-shirt. Meanwhile, Colt stays behind the wall leading to the living room, listening intently. As much as he knows he should respect the privacy of the conversation, how could he? His little brother has a crush! And who knows when Falco would develop the courage to tell him about it.

“Y- Yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“Gabi…”

It takes Colt a lot of self control not to pop out from behind the wall. So Reiner’s little sister. It just makes sense. They’ve been family friends since elementary school and ever since he moved down here, he and Gabi have spent a lot of time together. She’s threatened bullies for him and he’s stayed by her side through her most embarrassing moments. God knows she’s had a lot of them. Gabi Braun? She is 100% Colt approved, not that it matters what he thinks, but she is.

“Well, what do you like about her?”

Colt can see your face right now, your eyes are probably shining bright with a smile so sweet that it makes his teeth rot. He’s noticed that your tone becomes gentle when the conversation gets close to heart. And this? This is definitely close to Falco’s heart.

“She’s tough. I’m not tough like her, but she’s enough for the both of us. When I first moved, people at school were mean to me, but she always came out of nowhere to help. She’s also really smart. I don’t know why so many people think she’s dumb, but she’s good at everything. Even though she beats me at a lot of games without going easy on me, I still like her. I don’t know. I just like her. I think about her all the time and I don’t know what to do about it.”

It takes a lot of willpower to not internally combust. You’re not sure if he realizes it, but it was probably the cutest thing you’d ever heard.

“Well, Falco, you’re a sweet boy and I’m sure she would like you for that. When you’re ready, you should tell her about how you feel. It sounds like she’ll stay friends with you no matter what happens.”

“Wait! You don’t think she likes me?”

“I’m sorry, Falco! I didn’t mean it like that!” You semi panic, nearly scrambling your words, “I mean in the case she didn’t! I mean, she did fight off bullies for you. So I guess I’m just trying to say you mean a lot to her. Romantic feelings or no feelings. ”

“You think so?”

“Of course I do. But you have to respect whatever feelings she has for you. Even if she doesn’t like you back, okay?”

“Got it,” he wipes the sweat off his forehead, “Do you really think it’ll be okay after I tell her?”

“Yes, Falco.”

He thinks for a second before responding. “Alright. I trust you.”

— LESSON 4; INEQUALITIES

You don’t blame Falco for not being able to quite grasp inequalities. When you were his age, you didn’t completely understand them either, but after a few breaks, a long studying session, and Minecraft analogies, he was able to finally get a question right. Math definitely wasn’t his strong suit, but he tries his best and improves a ton.

But now, it was late. The tutoring center is about to close soon and you really shouldn’t overstay your welcome.

You knock on Colt’s open door with your backpack slung against your shoulder. “Ready?”

“It’s later than usual, are you sure you don’t wanna stay for dinner?”

“You’d let me do that?”

“Why not? You’ve been helping out my brother for over a month.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m also getting paid by the school.”

“Tsk. Just let me be nice to you, I swear I won't bite. I haven’t this whole time, have I?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Really. I drive you home because I want to.” He comes closer, leaning on the outer part of the door. “And I’ll let you eat here because I want you to.”

It takes a few seconds of you staring for him to realize what he had just said and he quickly turns a bright red right after. “W- Wait… I mean. I mean like–”

“No worries. I understood what you were trying to say,” you smirk, shifting your weight until you’re standing normally, tilting your head towards the dinner table. “So, what’re you making for dinner?”

“P- Pasta.”

“Cool. I like pasta.”

The time that Colt takes to cook is the perfect opportunity for Falco to show off his mansion on Minecraft. You’re impressed. You didn’t expect a twelve year old boy to have such an organized design, but Falco has a whole color scheme that he seems to be strict about based on how in depth he goes in his explanation.

“Gabi likes to go monster hunting, but I like building the buildings more. She does bring back a lot of good blocks, though. I really don’t like mining that much.”

“Gabi, Gabi, Gabi. You talk about Gabi a lot. Why is that, Falco?”

You stay silent, watching Falco turn red while Colt teases his little brother. “Shut up!”

Colt smirks from the kitchen, plating your pasta into three bowls, signaling for you two to join him at the table. The food is good, parmesan and garlic always go good together, and you give the cook a thumbs up. Falco is still silent and bright red as Colt ruffles his hair. “It’s okay, Falco. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not even Reiner?”

“Not even Reiner.”

You smile at the exchange between the two boys. You admire Colt for taking care of Falco, especially knowing that he has school and work amongst other things to focus on. You could tell he really loves him, too, even if it’s not explicitly stated out loud. He’s reliable, caring, and kind which makes it all the harder to not develop a small crush on the boy. It doesn’t help the fact that he has pretty eyes, easy to get lost into, nor the fact that he’s easily flustered, turning red at the slightest bit of touch. Colt doesn’t really pretend nor try to have swagger because he’s just… Colt. Plain and simple, but all the more interesting.

He catches you staring, a blush creeping up his cheeks again just like his little brother.

“I asked (Y/N) what stuff girls like…” Falco speaks up, breaking the tension.

“Oh? What’d you say?”

“I just told Falco to confess when he’s ready and respect her decision. He doesn’t need to change anything about himself.”

“That’s it?” Colt questions, “You didn’t tell him to get her flowers or anything?”

“I don’t know the stuff Gabi likes. The things we like aren’t universal, you know.”

“Well, then what stuff do you like?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You know. Just to give Falco an idea.”

“Hmm,” you think for a few seconds, resting your hand on the side of your face. “I think flowers are cool. But I like it when people bring me food unexpectedly at school, too. Or just even a coffee. I also like picnics.”

“Interesting choices.”

Falco looks at the two of you with squinted eyes wondering why you two are staring at each other like that. It’s almost scary, but he stays silent, finishing the rest of his pasta instead of saying anything. He feels like he’s not supposed to be there and the dots start to connect in his head.

“Hey, Falco. Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“Because you don’t really get any girls.”

“Excuse me?”

–OFF NIGHT; HALLOWEEN

“Oh my god!”

“I told you that you’d like my costume, didn’t I?”

“And so Niccolo is…”

“Yes. And he looks stupid but I love him for doing this for me.”

You gawk at the sight of Sasha in red tights, a red bodysuit, and red cape, a red headpiece adorning her hair. Both of you had binge watched WandaVision with Niccolo and Connie just a few months ago. As beautiful as Sasha looks, that means…

“Niccolo’s wearing the stupid little yellow shorts? He’s got green tights and everything?”

“Leggings,” she corrects you, “He couldn’t figure out the makeup so he has a mask, but I don’t think he’ll be wearing it. And you’re—“

“A cow. Yep.”

You give her a spin, showing off the two piece set. The sleeves are long, but flowy as it gets to your wrist. Your skirt stops mid thigh, ears adorning the top of your head.

“Like that one Doja Cat music video?”

“Bitch, I’m a cow, yep.”

“I love Halloween.”

After the both of you finish your makeup, you head next door to Hitch’s place an hour late. The apartment is still crowded, but you see a few familiar faces which excites you despite the heat and lack of space. “Mikasa!” You’d recognize her anywhere with her short, dark hair and tall figure. Except this time, she’s dressed as a witch, a hat with a little black dress and stockings. “Why’d you quit the tutoring center? We miss you.”

“I got an internship! It doesn’t pay, but it's experience.”

Both of you catch up with Hitch, who is currently provocatively dressed up as a fairy, soon joining the two of you with red solo cups in her hands. “What is this?”

“Try it!”

You take a hesitant sip, tasting the mostly sweet liquid on your tongue, probably full of alcohol, but you take a note to yourself to make sure not to drink too much. “It’s our jungle juice!”

“Why- Why does it taste so good?” Mikasa asks, downing most of it in seconds.

“Secret.”

Because of school and work, you feel like you haven’t seen a lot of these people in forever. Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Jean, and Connie… They were good friends of yours and being around them helped you loosen up despite all the other strangers cramped in the apartment.

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you’re met with the sight of a familiar blonde.

“Colt!”

You're tipsy, hugging the boy with your arms around his neck, lingering for a little longer than you intended. Although, he doesn’t stop you, holding onto you, subtly breathing in your scent. “What are you supposed to be?”

His cheeks are red again as he points to his chest, holes where you guess his nipples are. He’s layered a long sleeve shirt under his current one. “Regina George.”

“Oh my god.”

After a few poses showing off his shitty costume, he positions you in front of him and you finally notice that he’s with other people. Other than Annie, there’s two blondes and two brunettes standing in front of you. He points from left to right as he introduces each of them.

“That’s Porco, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Pieck.”

You nod, holding your hand out to shake. “Me and Reiner know each other,” you whisper to Colt, “Him and Eren used to get into fights a lot.”

He chuckles while you introduce yourself to the rest of his friends. Pieck especially takes a liking to you, leading to you two complimenting each other’s costumes and having your own conversation. She’s dressed as a maid, puffy sleeves and a dangerously short dress that looks amazing on her. Eventually, Hitch and Annie join, too, complaining about people in their classes and whoever they’ve hooked up with.

“You and Colt seem to get along,” Pieck states, looking you in the eyes. Her gaze is intense, causing you to gulp loudly.

“Yeah. I tutor his brother in math. Falco’s a really nice kid.”

“He also drives her home,” Hitch adds, “He stops by school to let her clock out, too.”

“Colt’s a nice guy. It’s hard to not get along with him.”

“I’m sure that’s it. Maybe he likes you, too.”

Your cheeks heat up while the two girls stare at you. You look to Annie for help, but she only stares back, casually sipping her drink. It takes a lot for you to not pull on her chiton for her to say something, anything else. “Why are you looking at me?”

“I don’t know.”

“You nervous?” Pieck asks, lazily grabbing your hand pulling you up until you’re standing. “Don’t be. I just wanted to get to know the person he won’t stop talking about.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Let’s go dance.”

She pulls you into the crowd, loosely wrapping your arms around your waist. The two of you aren’t quite drunk, but you’re both getting there, giggling while she makes a few jokes, resting her head on your shoulder. Kissing your cheek, she spins you around until you’re in front of her, holding hands while you both sway to the music.

“Look. Pieck’s at work again.”

Reiner nudges Porco who chuckles at the sight. “When do you think he’s gonna notice?”

“No clue. I hope it’s soon. This should be fun.” He replies, watching the blonde take shots with Annie and Ymir.

It doesn’t take much for Colt to get tipsy, but he still stumbles towards Reiner and Porco, the two making fun of him as they take little peeks at the small crowd. He notices they seem a bit distracted, but doesn’t question it, taking a glance for himself. There’s nothing odd about it until he looks a little harder.

Pieck’s face is dangerously close to your neck as she grabs onto your waist, your back pressed against her chest. Her hands wander and you go along with it, giggling when she pokes your side.

“Is that–”

“Yep.”

“Wow.”

“What can I say? Pieck is one interesting girl.”

“She’s definitely targeting me.”

“She’s definitely targeting you.”

“Well,” Reiner continues, looking back at his friend, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Makes sense. She’s probably trying to get a rise out of you.”

“She definitely is trying to get a rise out of me,” Colt sighs, taking his eyes off the crowd, “Would it be unprofessional to ask her out?”

“Probably.”

“It’s really hard not to.”

“Well, she’s tutoring Falco, not you, and you’re not paying her. The school pays her since it’s a community program.”

“I’ll talk to her later, but I think I’ll take more shots. I can hear Hitch calling my name.”

After a few hours, Connie is drunk, dressed up as Jimmy Woo, and having a dance battle with Sasha. Neither of them are good, but Niccolo watches from the couch, taking a video for future use. Jean is holding onto Eren, both of them exchanging ‘I love yous’ and apologies for a fight that happened three years ago. Reiner is completely sober as the designated driver, but talking to Annie in the free corner of her apartment. Ymir and Historia are playing beer pong with Mikasa and Armin, the former winning from what you can tell. There are many more people, many of whom you don’t know, but it’s not surprising considering how Hitch easily makes friends and acquaintances.

You sit out in a chair on the balcony, hearing someone slide the glass door open. “Can I join?”

You nod, watching Colt make himself comfortable on the other chair. “Who’s watching Falco?”

“Udo’s mom. They went out trick or treating and he’s sleeping over there.”

“I hope he’s having fun.”

“Me, too. You looked like you were having fun back there with Pieck.”

“Yeah, she’s really cool. I wish I could have met her sooner.”

A few moments of comfortable silence pass and that’s when you take a good look at him through your blurry vision. His cheeks are flushed red, as they are half of the time you both have a conversation, and he’s looking right at you, caught in the act and not bothering to look away. “You could be having fun with me, too, you know.”

“Are you jealous or something?”

“No. I just think it’s interesting.”

“Ah,” you respond, crossing your arms together, “You wanna come to my apartment, it’s kind of cold out here.”

“You don’t wanna just go inside?”

“Don’t you want to see my super cool awesome living space?”

“I guess,” he chuckles, letting you grab his hand to pull him up.

Both of you stumble towards the front door, no one noticing that the two of you are leaving. When you unlock your apartment, he’s greeted with the scent of vanilla and lavender. It’s neat, not too messy other than the unfolded blanket on your couch, but mostly neat. Once you close the door, everything happens so fast, your back hitting the wall, his lips on yours.

They’re soft and the kiss is sloppy, his hand gripping the underside of your face and his tongue slips into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your legs straddle around his waist and hoists you up until you’re holding onto him for support. Through your drunken haze, you can feel his hand grabbing the plush of your ass. He pulls away, foreheads touching as you both catch your breaths.

“I like you.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“I’ve liked you for months, if I’m being honest.”

“Really, now? Is it just the alcohol talking?”

“I think the only thing it’s doing is making me less nervous.”

His phone vibrates and he groans as he reads the text from Reiner.

big braun; Where are you bro?? We’re about to leave

colt; i’ll be there soon.

“I have to go.”

“I’ll go with you to say goodbye,” you reply, fixing your skirt, “But I just need to get something.”

“What is it?”

You lean in one more time for another kiss, pulling his face to yours, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. He smiles into it, resting the palm of his hands on your cheeks. You slip your tongue through his parted lips, causing him to moan into your mouth. It’s hard to pull away, especially harder for him when you wrap your legs around his waist, skirt bunching up to your stomach.

When you finally pull away, he’s breathless, staring at you with dark pupils, drool spilling from the side of his mouth. “Just that.”

“You’re gonna make it harder to leave.”

“I know.”

“Well, are you coming?”

“I don’t want to go.”

Both of you lay back on the couch as he sends Reiner a quick text asking for a few more minutes. Tipsy and tired, he lays his head on your chest, closing his eyes as his heartbeat slows. You rub his back, playing with his hair as he drifts off. You’re close to sleeping, too, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours, the feeling of being held overcoming your senses.

And you eventually do after planting a kiss on his head, Sasha finding the two of you in that position before handing Colt off to Reiner. It was hard to pry him off of your sleeping form, but he made it home that night.

– LESSON 5; MORE LINES AND WORD PROBLEMS

“I just don’t get it when I’m going to need this in life.”

“Relax, Falco. You’ll get it soon.”

“I don’t care about how much CDs cost. No one uses them anymore,” he groans frustratedly, “And why do I have to relate it to VHS tapes. No one sells things like that.”

You sigh, changing the problem to a different one. To be fair, it was a bit of a challenging question, but you were just testing the waters. Once it's a basic problem, he starts solving it like normal, scribbling down numbers on his notebook.

You haven’t seen Colt at all during your visit.

And he’s usually home, doing his own homework in his own room, occasionally coming outside to check on Falco or grab some food from the kitchen. But you can’t really blame him. Maybe it was a little too awkward. But it’s also been two days and he hasn’t even tried to contact you once about his tipsy confession. To be fair, you haven’t either, but you didn’t want to be the one to instigate it.

In his room, Colt Grice stares at his reflection in the mirror contemplating how to ask you on a date. It feels like high school all over again for him. The amount of time he’s debated whether showing up to the tutoring center with coffee was a good idea, the flowers on his desk that he had planned to give to you at some point—what if you didn’t want any of it from him? Despite the fact you made out during the Halloween party, he’s terrified that it’s all it was—a drunk kiss.

Ah, the Halloween party. He still remembers the feeling of your soft lips on his, the marks you left on his neck right before he left your apartment, your legs wrapped tightly against his waist, pulling him, never wanting him to leave. It gives him goosebumps, it makes his heart beat faster, it makes his breathing a little heavier.

And all the more nervous because he was never really good with his words. He loves Falco, but he always shows it through teasing and hugs and gifts. And he really likes you, but he didn’t think he’d tell you this soon under those circumstances.

It’s all a mess in his head, but he knows he needs to go out there soon before you leave.

“Good job, Falco! I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks.”

“Next problem?”

“I’ll try the next three problems without help if you let me.”

“Oh? Feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

Falco gives you a bright smile before returning to his homework, leaving you on your phone waiting for him to finish. Around the time you leave will be the time that he finishes his problem set. If Colt doesn’t want to come out, you won’t wait for him. But if you’re going to keep helping out his brother, you might as well talk about it, right?

“Finished?”

“Yep!”

You check his answers, marking the problems that are wrong and the places he made mistakes. There’s really only a few, he’ll be good to go soon. And that’s when you’d be going back to the tutoring center.

“Is your brother home?”

“Yeah, he’s in his room, why?”

“I need to talk to him about… college stuff.”

“Okay. I’ll just wait for you when I’m done.”

“Thanks, Falco.”

You walk through the short hallway, finding his door and knocking three times. Through the wood, you hear a faint ‘shit!’ and shuffling. When the door opens after some time, you’re met with the sight of a familiar blonde, except his hair is much messier and disheveled than usual.

“We need to talk about—“ you both say in unison before cutting off. He’s obviously nervous, hands fumbling together while he leans on the door.

“I’m sorry if this is like, awkward for you, but I really think it’s okay. I can keep tutoring Falco and I can pretend it never happened if you want?”

“W-What? Where did you get that idea?”

“I just assumed that you didn’t really want to talk about it, which is okay, but— mmph!”

Just like before, his lips are on yours and your back is against the door. He’s more firm than last time, your eyes closing slowly as you ease into his touch. Your hands tangle in his hair while he keeps a firm grip on your waist. You’re getting hot again, heart beating impossibly fast, and he’s barely pulling away, peppering your face with kisses before landing back onto your mouth. He’s so close, flush against your body and you’re dazed.

“I— I— finished…”

Colt doesn’t even bother to turn his face towards his brother as his face turns a bright red, only staring at your face while you quickly take care of the situation. “Really? Already?”

“Y- Yeah? What were you—“

“You didn’t see that, Falco.”

“How did he get you to—“

“You didn’t see anything.”

Colt grins while you usher Falco back to the living room. He follows you back, watching you give Falco a high five before greeting him goodbye. He doesn’t seem to be too weirded out, just a bit shocked. Falco still talks to you like normal, which is a relief, but he’ll have to talk to him later to be completely sure.

“I’m going to go talk to your brother again before you leave, alright?”

“I’m not stopping you from kissing my lonely brother, you know?”

“Huh—“

“Not that he’s a bad person or anything, but he doesn’t know how to word his feelings. And if you dated my brother, would you come over more often?”

“Probably, but I don’t know if he likes me?”

“He does,” Falco points to where the hallway meets the living room before repeating himself, “Don’t worry about that. He does.”

There, you see a peek of blonde hair, but it’s quickly gone. You go up to follow it, back to Colt’s room where he’s sitting in an office chair, pretending that he wasn’t just eavesdropping.

“7:00. Let’s go to the ice cream place at the beach I told you about a few weeks ago.”

He’s grinning so hard that his face starts to hurt, but you can’t see him. So you come closer, spinning to the office chair towards you, kneeling down and resting your arms in his lap. “Are you coming or not?” You ask, pouting as you start playing with his fingers.

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here.”

You grab his face in your hands, giving another deep kiss before you go. It’s hard to leave, especially when he’s pulling you into his lap, thumb stroking the side of your cheek, but you eventually pull him away, grabbing his hand while you two walk out together.

“You gotta take me home, though.”

“I don’t want to leave just yet.”

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[ickle-ronniekins]

break me like a promise

desc: he wanted to tell you how he felt. he wanted to let himself love you. he wanted to do all of these things, but first he made a promise that nobody would get hurt. but when fred was busy looking out for your heart, who was looking out for his?

word count: 3.8k

pairing: WELL THERE ISN’T ANY PAIRING IS THERE???? because unrequited love sucks and i’m feeling real sad and wanted to make fred feel sad too (sry i’m mad at myself too it’s alright you can hate me)

warning(s): angst/sadness/pure heartbreak/i hate everything

A/N: i’d like to personally apologize to fred weasley/people who love fred weasley. might i suggest listening to the piano version of all too well by taylor swift whilst reading this. feel free to cry with me, thanks. PS: i do NOT give consent for my work to be reposted on any other platform.

Just how many times had he heard the words, “Best friends always fall for one another”?

He’d very much like to tell the people that had told him that to kindly piss off, thank you very much.

He’d been hurt many times before. Of course he had. Fred was used to it at this point, he reckoned his body had adapted easily to the constant blows to the shins or knees and things. As a brother, he was always getting ragged on and wrestled with by his other siblings. He’d ended up with black eyes, split lips, knees to the stomach more times than he could count on two hands. As an athlete, he’d taken countless bludgers to the body, either on the Quidditch pitch or in the comfort of his own backyard. George had been prone to getting hurt, too. Of course, Fred had always jumped at the chance to help George feel better, whenever he needed it. Fred loved being the older of the two. He always took his job as “big brother” very seriously, and it only got stronger once Ron and Ginny were born. He wanted to be somebody they could need.

But there was something different about this type of hurt. He couldn’t control it. He couldn’t make sense of it, and nobody could fix it, not even his own twin.

On the outside, Fred had always put forth an aura of confidence. Nothing could get him down, could it? He’d be dammed if he ever let anyone see him with nothing but a huge grin on his face, that usual mischievous glint in his eye. But on the inside, he was just like everyone else.

As a hoarse cry escaped him, he clamped his hand over his mouth, desperate to not let the sounds of his broken heart echo their way down into the common room, to where his friends were indulging in hot cups of butterbeer, cheering for Harry’s tumultuous win versus the others in the tournament, all the while unaware of Fred, unable to control his emotions and crumpling to the ground like a pit of scrap parchment thrown into the bin.

It was his own fault really. He shouldn’t have been so bloody stupid in the first place. He had this coming from the start. He felt a painful, unfamiliar burn in the back of his throat before his vision turned blurry yet again. He didn’t want to replay the sound of you saying I’m so sorry over and over in his head, like a broken record. He muffled some sort of expletive under his breath, and though he’d never admit it, all he yearned for was nothing more than a tight embrace from his brother.

He shouldn’t have let himself say yes.

He could have said no,

but he would’ve hated himself if he had.

“D’you reckon I’d be able to punch that smirk right off of his ugly little rat face?” you’d asked one day, brows threaded together in annoyance. The two of you were sitting in the middle of a Charms lesson, and you were glancing over toward a Ravenclaw who was busy charming his way through every single female student surrounding him with nothing but the batting of his eyelashes. 

You turned back toward Fred and your features twisted into a grin. “I mean, just look at him, would you? What an arrogant little git. Thinks he can just woo his way through a lesson. Ridiculous.”

“That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?” Fred asked you. Playfully, he elbowed you in the ribs, causing you to recoil a bit, and he continued, “wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that he’d been wooing you? Besides, Y/N, pretty sure I’d heard you ramble on about how he’s the best looking bloke in school,” he flipped his long hair dramatically in an attempt to make fun of you and earned himself a nice punch to the arm.

You frowned and folded your arms across your chest. Sneering a bit, you said, “Yeah, that is until he opened his mouth,” You huffed and narrowed your eyes, “He really is a git, you know.”

“So you’re telling me,” Fred started, “that if he came up to you right this moment and asked you to go to the Yule Ball, you’d reject him?”

You nodded and widened your eyes, as if it were obvious. “Well, of course I would!” Flitwick dismissed you all, and you and Fred and the other students filtered out into the corridors to head to the next lessons. Fred gently guided you through the massive sea of students, and you two found a semi-empty spot near the Great Hall. “Sure, he’s good looking and all, but I don’t quite fancy spending the evening with a bloke who’s going to chat my ear off about the origins of his last name and how his parents are basically royalty, and all that.”

“He does not do that.” Fred laughed.

“Swear to Merlin, he does, Fred.” you replied, folding your hand across your heart. Then your eyes brightened. “Besides, why would I want to go with him when I’m going with you?”

That wasn’t the first time Fred had ever felt his heart soar. He’d been mad for you for years, hadn’t he? Yet, each and every time it took him by surprise, because what the hell was that going on inside of his chest? He never wanted to admit to himself how he felt about you, but it got to the point where he couldn’t deny it anymore; not to himself, at least. But nevertheless, he painted a look of confidence across his face so you wouldn’t be able to tell what he was feeling on the inside. He smirked at you, and watched a bit of panic sweep itself across your features. Your eyes widened. “Shit. I mean, you will go with me, won’t you?”

“Oh, was that the plan? Glad to have been a part of it,” he chuckled, hoping his voice didn’t sound too wobbly. He then poked you in the hips and said, “Of course I will. As long as you promise to not hurt me.”

You peered at him with a confused expression and he laughed. “Relax, Y/N. I mean just don’t step on my bloody feet all night.”

You sucked in a deep breath and then rolled your eyes and slinked your arm with his. “Thank Merlin. You didn’t really think I’d go with anyone else, did you? Come on, Weasley. I expected more of you. Now let’s go -- I reckon we’re in for quite the adventure, aren’t we? Can’t wait to see all these Gryffindors fall flat on their feet when McGonagall begins dance training today!”

You tugged on his hand to lead him into the Great Hall, but he merely floated through the air like a leaf being pushed and gently guided by the wind.

-- -

He shouldn’t have let himself get swept away.

He could have let himself go with someone else,

but he still would’ve been thinking about you.

George and Ron had told him to make a move after the Yule Ball. “Just go for it, mate, what could possibly go wrong? It’s obvious how she feels, isn’t it?” Fred wished he knew then just how wrong it could possibly go.

Fred resisted, though. He didn’t want to ruin a good thing. You two had danced the entire night away, you in your pale pink dress and white trainers. You two had been the last on the floor, and only left merely because Professor McGonagall had tapped you both on the shoulders to let you know that the evening was winding down. The band had stopped playing, anyway. And Fred, keen on wanting to make this a night to remember, kept everything exactly as it was. He gave you a small embrace in the common room at the end of the night before heading up to your respective dormitories. He didn’t want to mess anything up, and so he ignored his brothers’ advice and kept his lips shut.

He then began to panic, just as he always did. He began to pretend as though his feelings were fleeting, if only to fool himself. These feelings for you, they weren’t real, right? The way he wanted to hold you close and dance with you forever, the way he felt his heart constrict at the way your lashes fluttered when you looked down nervously toward your feet when he’d complimented you, the way he wanted desperately to lean in and kiss you at the end of the night. They couldn’t be real, because you two were just friends. Perhaps, he reckoned, maybe it was the excitement of the ball. The decorations. The dresses. He’d decided late that evening, still swimming in his high from the Yule Ball, that it had been exactly that -- the ball. It wasn’t you making him go all romantic, it was merely the excitement of the evening, and the tournament, and everyone being paired off in dates and things. He didn’t really fancy you.

He was proved very, very wrong the next morning when he waltzed into the Great Hall and saw you sitting at the table sipping your tea, back in your everyday clothes, back to normal -- just friends, as it had always been. And yet when you turned toward him and smiled, the sunlight highlighting your features in a way that made his heart jump, he knew that he was in over his head, because of course he was! He was mad for you and always had been, no matter how many times he’d tried to convince himself otherwise.

“Freddie!”

He nervously walked over to the table, suddenly feeling ridiculously self conscious for the first time in his life, and you tugged on his arm so he’d sit himself down next to you.

“Was just telling George here how McGonagall had to basically pull us off of the dance floor last night, eh?” your eyes scrunched near the corners when you smiled so deeply. To George, you continued, “He’s quite the dancer, your brother.”

George sipped his coffee casually. “Oh yeah?” he raised an eyebrow up in surprise and smirked, but not for long, because Fred kicked him inconspicuously underneath the table and he groaned in pain.

This went unnoticed by you, Fred gathered, because you kept on talking without so much as a batted eyelash at the twins’ little rift. “Of course! Wildly talented, he is.” To Fred, you said, “We had a lot of fun, didn’t we?”

Fred couldn’t help the immediate grin that spread across his face. “Yeah, we did.” His voice was soft as ever in his own ears, and everything around you both froze, until he heard George cough a bit on his piece of toast. Fred hated nothing more than being so vulnerable, so he attempted a joke, “Except for all the times you stepped on my feet. Blimey, woman, thought I wasn’t going to be able to walk at the end of the night.”

George started to laugh, and you kicked him under the table and swatted Fred with the sleeve of your sweater. “Hey! It’s real bloody hard to dance gracefully in trainers, alright? It’s too bad this doesn’t happen every year, or I’d be able to prove to you how good I actually am.”

“You mean to tell me you’d go with this git to the Yule Ball every single year if we had one?” George asked, throwing Fred a smirk.

“Why not?” you shrugged. “We make a good team. Why, you jealous, Georgie?” you giggled, reaching across the table and snatching his piece of toast and biting into it. The younger twin just glanced at you, unamused, all while Fred could hardly keep the loud pounding in his heart from growing.

You and George became fully immersed in conversation, but Fred was barely paying attention. He was too busy peering at you, indulging his feelings, because he’d have to be an idiot not too, right? He just keep watching you with a new type of admiration in his eyes, and he admitted to himself right then and there, when you glanced back at him mid-laugh as George made some stupid joke, that he was completely and utterly and irrevocably in love with you.

-- -

He shouldn’t have kissed you.

He could’ve just embraced you like normal,

but he would’ve been yearning to feel your lips on his anyway.

It was the one and only time he got to, and now of course he wished that he hadn’t, because all he could remember of it was the surprise of you and the salt from his own tears as they fell down his cheeks and onto his own lips as he rushed toward the Gryffindor tower.

“Oh, Freddie! You’ll never guess what I’ve just heard,” you’d called to him in a sing-song sort of voice down the corridors. You skipped toward him, bag slung over your shoulder as you made your way through students, only to come face to face with the ginger boy in front of the empty Transfiguration classroom you’d both end up in for lessons later.

“Well you going to keep me waiting, or what?” he asked, a bashful smile on his lips, and he couldn’t quite get over how adorable you looked with that cheeky grin on your face.

“Just had a little chat with Alicia,” you started. You grabbed his arm and shook him, “she needs someone to fill in for her in the upcoming match since Madam Pomfrey still won’t let her play, right? So take a gander, Freddie, at who she picked to replace her?!”

“If the answer isn’t you, then this is a terrible story.” he winked.

You cocked your head to the side and folded your arms across your chest. “Lucky it is me, then, yeah?”

For a moment, he thought you were joking until he noticed the evident sparkle in your eye that could only come from being told you’d be able to play in an upcoming Quidditch match. You didn’t even try and hide your excitement; a huge smile split your face and Fred picked you up in his arms and whirled you around, all while shouting how proud he was of you and how he couldn’t wait to take to the Qudditch pitch with you. “Bloody hell, you’re brilliant! No wonder I’m so mad for you.” You didn’t seem to notice his voice of words, because you just giggled like a little kid in his arms and were breathless when he set you down.

He shouldn’t have done it. He knew that. But with all of the excitement and adrenaline were surging between you both, he just had too. How could he not when you peered at him, eyes filled with wonder? How could he not, when he’d been hiding his feelings for so long? How could he not, when you were mere inches from him, and all he wanted to do was know the taste of you?

He shouldn’t have kissed you, but he did anyway. He placed you down gently and you began rambling on about how the entire Quidditch thing had unfolded a few moments before, and he was so filled with overwhelming love for you that he leant in and slowly pressed his lips to yours. At first he thought your shock was a good thing. Perhaps he’d taken you by surprise in the best way, and you’d melt into him and breathe that you’d been waiting for him to do that forever. You’d tell him that you’ve been crazy for him this entire time too, haven’t you? You’d smile and laugh like a little schoolgirl and tug him into a nearby empty classroom to make up for all the time you two had missed together.

But then you pulled back and pure panic took him over. He searched your nervous eyes and furrowed brows for some sort of answer, but all you seemed to be doing was collecting your thoughts. He watched as you tugged anxiously on the strap of your bag and your face flushed a deep, crimson red. He watched you for answers, but the more he searched, the more he felt like he was caught in a rip tide pulling him further and further from the shoreline.

He opened his trembling mouth to speak, but all that escaped him were nervous “um’s” and you kept on shaking your head. “Fred,” you said hoarsely, and he hated how terribly different and foreign his name sounded on your lips. “What.. what are you doing?”

“I --” he stammered, and he felt like a complete idiot for not being able to get the words out. Since when had Fred Weasley ever been tongue tied? Since when had he ever lost his confidence? Since when had he ever let anyone see him so open.. and bare.. and painfully, heartbreakingly vulnerable?

He couldn’t help but notice just how heavy you were breathing. From nerves, surely, because he was doing the exact same thing. In fact, as deep as he breathed in, he still felt as though he couldn’t fully catch his breath.

“I thought you, erm..” you started, and Fred could see the tears trying to push past your eyelashes, “Fred, we --”

He finally found his voice, because he stupidly blurted out, “I’m mad for you,” and he wished he hadn’t. Your face dropped and you peered at him with a longing he’d never seen before.

Your voice was painfully soft as you looked toward the ground. “You’re -- you’re my best friend, Fred.”

His questions must’ve been written across his face plain as day, because you grabbed his hand and began pleading. “I mean, the Yule Ball, we’d gone as mates, hadn’t we? We’re friends, Fred. We’ve always been friends.”

Bloody hell, how many times could you say the word friends? Felt quite like a dagger straight to his heart.

He wanted to ask, You’ve never felt the same way, have you?

And he knew you’d respond, I love you like a friend, Freddie.

“Fred,” you breathed, and squeezed his hand, but he couldn’t seem to say anything. “Fred, please, I-I’m so sorry,”

With every ounce of strength he had, he swallowed his tears and sadness and vulnerability and painted a smirk onto his face. It didn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes though. “No, listen, don’t.. be sorry, Y/N -- I-I just.. read things wrong, I s’pose. I'm the one who should be sorry.”

By the look in your eye, he knew you didn’t believe him, and he didn’t really believe himself either. How could he possibly be alright when he felt as if he were being thrown from a cliff? You ignored everything he’d just said, and instead opted to try again. “Fred, you’re my best friend -- please, I’m so sorry, I can’t take it if you’re mad at me,”

He hated seeing you cry. He hated seeing you so upset. He cupped your face in his hands and forced out a laugh that could almost pass as real. “Y/N, stop. I’m not mad at you. How could I be mad at you? You’re my best mate! I just.. it’s fine. Let’s forget all about it, alright?” He hoped his voice sounded firm, because he wanted you both to do just that. Forget. Just then, the bell rang and students began pouring out of classrooms and filtering into the corridor. Fred let go of you and looked toward his feet before backing away and meeting your gaze again. “Have got to get to Dark Arts. I’ll see you later, yeah?” he grinned, though his heart was not in it.

Before you could say anything more, or before Fred fell to the ground in pure agony, he walked swiftly passed you in the complete opposite direction of Defense Against the Dark Arts and picked up speed, because he just needed to get to his dormitory. What the hell was this pain he felt in the back of his throat? He didn’t look back -- he couldn’t. He didn’t look back as his vision became blurry, and he didn’t look back to see you standing there in the place he’d left you, a hand clamped over your mouth and tears streaming down your face at the thought of breaking your best friend’s heart.

-- -

He shouldn’t have let himself fall for you.

He could’ve tried seeing someone else,

but he would’ve been fooling himself if he pretended to be in love with anyone but you.

There was no way he’d be able to face you now. He’d stealthily snuck through the crowd in the common room and had ignored the faint sounds of your voice calling his name. Nobody had noticed, really, for they were too busy celebrating Harry’s victorious second place win in the second task and eagerly discussing the third.

He wasn’t hiding it anymore. It was written plain as day on his face, he reckoned, his eyes wet with heartbreak and his cheeks flushed red from all of the crying he’d been doing. How could he have been so stupid? Of course you didn’t feel the same way. You’d said it yourself, hadn’t you? Friends. Always been friends. And that’s all you two would ever be.

Sometime later on, after he’d been lying in bed for upwards of an hour staring at the ceiling, the tears started again. And this time it was worse. This time, they were big, fat, heart-wrenching tears and hoarse cries he couldn’t stop. They were involuntary. Someone quietly made their way into the dormitory. Fred looked up through his blurry vision. It was George.

Being the elder of the two, Fred had always cared a little bit extra about George. How many times had he comforted the younger twin? When George had scraped his knee running around their yard, Fred had cleaned him up. When George had fallen off of his broom and broken his arm, after Molly had warned them not to fly that way, Fred had patched him up. When George had to wear his glasses to lessons one day during their first year and had been made fun of by some annoying, rude Ravenclaw, Fred held George when he cried in their dormitory. So now, when George peered at his older brother biting back tears, he merely bit down on his lip to fight back his own, and opened his arms.

Maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment. Maybe it was because George knew without Fred needing to even tell him. Maybe it was the way that George knew, deep down, just how broken Fred felt. Broken like a promise. Maybe it was a mixture of lots of things that made Fred collapse into his younger brother and not hold back his tears.

Maybe it was the way George had said, “I know, mate,” that made Fred hold onto him a little bit tighter and a little bit longer.

All Fred knew was that, in that moment, his brother was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

He shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.

He could’ve stopped it, if he’d tried hard enough,

but he would’ve just fallen even harder.

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[brvdleymilligan]

HLO slinks in thru a bead curtain.......... truly sry this took me so long to concoct bt i’m here now, hand on hip, smiling coyly at u all...... i’m nai n i’m rly excited to b here so i’ll just dive right in!! u can find bradley’s pinterest board here n her muse tag here. like this or hmu for plots!

[ cis female, she/her, margaret qualley , twenty-four ] i can’t be sure, but i think i just saw BRADLEY MILLIGAN drive onto the parkway. don’t they know we’re not supposed to be driving on that haunted road right now? maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re so +RESILIENT and -VOLATILE that makes them feel UNPHASED about everything going on. i guess we could also chalk it up to the fact that they’re always reminding me of LEMON IN A FRESH CUT, THE AMBER BLINK OF AN ANGRY ALLEY CAT, GRINNING WITH BLOOD ON YOUR TEETH. either way, i hope they get back safely. [ nai, she/her, 24, gmt ]

aesthetics: singeing a hole in your fishnets with the cherry of a menthol, spitting a pistachio behind the bar just to hear it ping off the nozzle top bottles, lemon in a fresh cut, a war torn poppy standing alone in an empty field, pressing thumbs to yellow bruises, stomping over flowerbeds when there’s a path right besides it, dangling over ledges just to feel your chest jolt, a snarling rottweiler that needs muzzling, limp feet poking out behind a door, ‘I PROMISE I DON’T BITE’ scrawled on a name tag, slapping a bald head in front of you at the cinema like it’s a bongo, not owning a single jacket that isn’t stolen, driving a stranger’s car down the wrong lane against the screaming traffic, hair more feral than a wolf cub and eyes smudgier than a coal mine.  

BACKGROUND:

ok SO. her father owns a strip club in crescent hill named no angels. it’s kind of.... a seedy establishment i won’t lie. hs a red glowing sign like it’s lighting up a window in amsterdam. cigarette butts floating in oil slick puddles outside. unsavoury characters crawling all over like rats in a sewer. despite this it’s a legitimate business on the surface of things n it does pretty well in trade. it’s like.... that place people warn u NOT to have ur bachelor party at unless u fancy urself the type tht willingly enters a lion’s den bt tht almost??? adds to the allure in a way??? ppl r like wow so sketchy it’s the thrill of a lifetime........ i mean run while u still can bt go off i guess

it isn’t Confirmed Public Knowledge bt it’s pretty heavily implied thru the rumour mill that bradley’s father is the head of a gang of rly............ Not Nice people. all the ppl that work for him u would hands down NOT want to run into in a dark alley. while things seem legitimate on the suface it’s pretty clear they’re into shady dealings n the townsfolk that suspect that would indeed b correct! the club’s a front for a drug business n they’re also washing n running counterfeit cash thru it. they probably also have their hands dipped into a few other local businesses to run their cash thru these too n keep it all seemingly by the books so nobody comes sniffing around. they even r friends with a member of local law enforcement that’s working w them for a cut so they honestly have all bases covered to keep things airtight n foolproof. perhaps a business in reed too which bradley oversees bt i haven’t given this Too Much thought as of yet??

so ya she’s grown up fairly local most of her life n would maybe be known around town as such.................. the milligans r certainly Interesting as far as families go so like. it honestly wldn’t surprise me if ppl nudge elbows when they see one of them coming n immediately walk in the opposite direction. just quite an intimidating presence...... they’re like caged animals where ur specifically instructed NOT to stick ur fingers between the bars bc they WILL bite

on a more personal note her dad is pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like….. a lot of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like…. into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story.

(abuse tw) they had a horrible marriage n tony ws emotionally manipulative at the best of times, violent at worst, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just… not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much… would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole unhealthy mess.

(death implied tw) anyway im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just… got rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst…. a steep downhill decline

(drugs implied tw) she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the distraction. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely no regard fr her own wellbeing n often gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

(hospitalisation tw) she hd….2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does…. not kno how to properly emotion

CUT TO!!!! the present. she’s currently living at the motel which is like. the least homely place she cld ever live rly but bradley loves making her life uncomfortable n doesn’t rly believe in growing sentimentally attached to anything if she cn help it <3 probably gets into arguments all the time w her neighbours it’s a whole thing.... atrocious at feeding herself has breakfasts frm the vending machine like her organs aren’t screaming fr vegetables.... plays music too loud n sometimes vanishes for days at a time without a word. she’s a lot.

i honestly feel like the murders haven’t rly phased bradley too hugely....... i won’t lie she probably genuinely is like. oh maybe it’s smthn to do w my dad. n just blinks the other way not rly that phased. on some subconscious level i think she rly just thinks........ death follows her wherever she goes n is like. this is just life for me! kind of depressing. holds her hand bt then screams n pulls away when she inevitably bites me.

PERSONALITY:

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of whiskey, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

(alcoholism tw) high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u (rare) and u murder a man in cold blood (not so rare in the broad scheme of bradley’s life) she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. ever. ALL her past bfs hav been absolute beasts n as a result she has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality. definitely NOT a romantic. very cut n dry abt these things. sex is mostly just sex n she’d kind of scoff at anyone that wanted more from her

mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. huge chunky stomping boots with steel toe caps that would RLY bruise if they gave u a kick. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hs kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content. the only time she rly looks put together is when she has to do something/go somewhere/see someone on behalf of her father....... he kind of uses her as a sort of. honey pot sometimes fr shit his gang get up to it’s like. not! a way u should ever utilise ur daughter but :/ i cannot stress enough how much i wna drop kick him in the neck

she’s v sarcastic. blunt. kind of has a habit of…. assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s very confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever if she feels like it. independent too like she hs a bunch of (predominantly surface connection) friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone n does this often. she’s probably kind of known around town bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as that one girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: drunken snow angels that drag on so long they flirt with pneumonia, stealing cars, throwing watermelons off rooftops to watch them explode, shooting pedestrian’s with bb guns from hidden spots on rooftops. 

dislikes: telling the truth, tulips so yellow it’s like they’re gloating, playing music loud enough to fry your brain and serve it on a piece of toast, going home.

PLOTS:

someone tht works at the ‘no angels’ strip club?? either as a dancer or bartender or whtever. just a forewarning it’s probably gna b a pretty….. seedy and Not That Pleasant environment bc it’s like. a crime hotspot inevitably bc it’s a gang hangout so. ur chara wld truly be in fr a rollercoaster ride to say the least

(drugs tw) she deals coke fr her dad’s gang so perhaps ur muse buys off her

anyone….. she’s brawled in the past like. she’s literally a menace i cnt express this enough. wil jst randomly throw a drink in someone’s face fr no reason bc she’s bored. she’s probably pissed off 1000 diff ppl in 1000 diff ways. the possibilities r endless n i jst think tht’s a sexy prospect!

fwbs perhaps??? exes??? (probably ws a tumultuous relationship honestly bradley is. a handful...... it’s also rly not often she ties herself down tbh so this would maybe have to b discussed/be circumstantial/kind of rare)

mayb someone tht she met at an aa meeting when she hd to go fr a court mandated thing one time after bein arrested fr public indecency. i feel like there’s probably a rly expensive statue somewhere thts fancily sculpted n she like. did a flying kick n broke the dick of it off n gt arrested fr it

ppl she……. Goes Wild Goes Crazy w. truly jst the most self destructive person alive so anyone w a similar mindset wld b a hellish bt fun combination

on the contrary a gd influence cld b nice perhaps? like someone tht genuinely cares abt her n she jst doesn’t kno hw to compute it

maybe people who r her neighbours that live at the motel too??

OH it could b fun if ur muse runs or works at a local business maybe like. a bar? idk? n bradley n ur muse have developed a rapport bc she frequents the place n is................ a Character

um. honestly the world’s our oyster. hmu n we cn brainstorm if none of tht catches ur eye!

#parkway.intro #abuse tw #death tw #drugs tw #hospitalisation tw #alcoholism tw #depression tw #i believe tht covers it........... #FLINGS this like a harpoon

[ladypogue]

Used to This (part 3)

Summary: Ella starts her first shift at the Wreck. While working a certain blue eyed boy comes in looking for Kie but stays with Ella. The pair hangs out during and after her shift. This is the start of something new. 

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: the slightest little bit of swearing at the end. but other than that none :)

A/N: hello all! I am still eternally grateful for you if you are reading this story. Sorry for the late update, I’ve been having migraines recently so its been hard to stare at a screen but I’m feeling better so I hope to be back on a normal update schedule again. Also would you guys be interested if I started writing imagines, one shots, blurbs, etc? If so lmk and send requests! I have a few ideas....as always feedback is greatly appreciated. love y’all! :) 

Series Masterlist

Part 3

Ella woke up excited for the day, today was her first day working at the Wreck as a waitress. Heading downstairs to start on her breakfast, she pulled out her phone to see if JJ had texted her. Slightly disappointed that she didn’t have a text from the boy, she shook off the feeling and carried on with her morning; scrolling through her phone, taking her breakfast upstairs to start getting ready, not wanting to be late for her first day.

Making her way down to the restaurant popular with tourists, 15 minutes early for her shift, she walked through the doors looking for either Kiara or her dad, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing today. One of the other waitresses showed Ella where she could put her things and gave her an apron, telling her to sit at the bar and Kiara would be out to show her the ropes.

Kie came out from the kitchen greeting Ella and giving her a brief run-down of what her days will look like. Kie then continued to explain that for the day she would just be working register in order to get her used to the computer system. Completely fine with that, Ella smiled and watched intently as Kie showed her how to ring people up and how to open the register drawer when it got stuck, it was old, so the drawer was sometimes sticky. Excited to officially start her day, Ella took her place behind the register while Kiara went back into the kitchen to help her dad. She was prepared for whatever the day may bring, though she was hoping that it would be an easy first day.

-

The sun shining brightly through the windows of the chateau is what woke JJ as he had passed out on the pull out couch the night before. Pulling the pillow over his head, JJ groaned and rolled back over after checking the time, relieved to realize that he didn’t have to get up for school, not that he went that often anyways. Sleeping in for another few hours, he re-awoke and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. JJ practically lived with John B at the chateau, especially since Big John went missing. He’ll tell anybody that asks that it’s because he doesn’t want John B to get lonely and that his friend shouldn’t have to go through this alone. And while all of that was true, JJ would never admit out loud that it was also because he was avoiding his own problems at home. John B knew about JJ’s homelife, so he graciously accepts the company that his best friend since third grade offers him. It’s nice to know he’s not alone in that house, but also because he knows JJ is safe if he stays with him. Ready to start his day, JJ laced up his boots, grabbed his phone and went outside to wait for Pope so they can go to the Wreck to get food. Looking at his phone he suddenly remembered the girl from last night, Ella. Just thinking about her put a smile on JJ’s face. He opened his contacts, shooting her a quick message.

To Ella: Hey! It’s JJ. Sry I didn’t txt you last night, after cleaning up I went straight to sleep. I wanted to say it was nice meeting u and I hope to see u again. :)

Pressing send, JJ laid back on the hammock letting his mind wander about the girl. What was she like? Did she have any pets? JJ hoped she had a dog. What were her likes and dislikes? Was she single, and if she was would she even go for a guy like JJ? He couldn’t help but imagine her as a part of his life. He pictured them spending the day together at the beach, him teaching her how to surf and her not being good at it so they give up and just swim in the ocean, his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck. Eventually he would get the courage to pull her in for a sweet kiss, imagining how she tastes. He imagines she would taste sweet, her lips soft and her tongue warm.

JJ’s daydream was cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up and locked eyes with Pope. Swinging his legs over the edge and standing up, he rubbed his hands together walking towards his friend, “Ready to go?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah, but I told my pops we’d help him with a delivery before we go.” Pope told him while walking away from the chateau. JJ just groaned, wanting to go see Kie and get some food. Checking his phone once more before putting it in his pocket, JJ sighed seeing no response from Ella. It was stupid of him to get his hopes up, a beautiful girl like that giving him the time of day, as if. Shrugging it off, not letting it affect his mood, JJ picked up his pace and caught up with Pope, jumping into conversation, letting the boy’s rambling distract him from the small twinge in his heart at the thought of being rejected.

-

Back at the Wreck, Ella’s first day was going smooth. She had a few mishaps here and there but that was to be expected and Kiara was always right there to help her. Throughout the lulls in customers, Kiara and Ella got to talking. Having essentially known each other their whole lives, it was amazing how little they knew about each other. However, the conversation flowed seamlessly between the two, and they both could tell that they would end up being good friends.

The two girls were stood at the counter, giggling with each other, when they heard the bell above the door chime, signaling that it was time to go back to work. Kie grabbed a cloth and went to wipe down tables, preparing for whoever it was that walked in the door. Ella turned ready to great her new customers, when she froze, breath caught in her throat at the sight of JJ Maybank. He had yet to see her as his was searching the floor for Kie, ready to beg her for food. As he scanned the restaurant, his eyes skimmed past the girl standing behind the counter, having to do a double take JJ broke out into a grin once he realized who it was. Ella made eye contact with the blonde, timidly smiling, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. She was definitely more nervous, not only over the fact that he was even more attractive in the daylight, but she didn’t have any alcohol in her system to calm her and give her a confidence boost. JJ sauntered over to the counter to talk to the girl who’d been running through his mind while Pope made his way over to the table Kie was currently wiping down.

JJ couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty as she stood there in her uniform with her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, small pieces of her hair framing her face. She wore light makeup, only concealer under her eyes and mascara, but JJ still thought she was beautiful. He didn’t know she worked here, especially since they spent a lot of time at the Wreck as a group, he was sure he would have noticed her, and Kie didn’t mention any new hires. Sitting down in front of her, JJ felt his confidence waiver. She hadn’t responded to his text, so maybe she didn’t want to see him.

“Hi JJ.” She smiled at him lightly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, his confidence slowly rising.

“Hey.” He replied simply, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Today’s my first day.”

“Ahh, well congrats on your first day, I think you’ll like it here.”

“I already do, everyone is super friendly and made me feel welcomed.”

“Well that’s great!”

A silence fell over the two, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Ella was debating if she should bring up the fact that JJ never texted her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but she was also playing into what her friends had planted in her mind, that JJ was only going to use her. She didn’t want to believe her friends, but she kept the wall up around her just in case, not wanting to get hurt. Meanwhile, sitting across from her, JJ’s brain was turning a mile a minute. He was trying to get a read on the girl, but to no avail. She kept herself heavily guarded and only let JJ see what she wanted him to see. It was frustrating. How was he supposed to get to know her if he couldn’t even pick up on subtle things?

“Are you gonna order anything or are you just gonna sit there?” Ella asked curiously, not trying to be rude but also not wanting to get in trouble with Mr. Carrera.

“That all depends, what time do you get off?”

Taken aback by his question, Ella shook her head lightly, “What does that have to do with if you’re going to order or not?”

“Well, if you work for a couple more hours, I’ll order so I’m not sitting here starving.” JJ said, even though he had every intention of just getting the food from Kie, knowing she would bring food out soon enough for the boys.

“I get off in 2 hours.” Ella stated simply, looking back down at her receipts making sure everything is in order.

Just as he was about to reply, Kiara came back over to the pair, ready to scold JJ for undoubtedly flirting with Ella. “JJ Maybank, you better not be harassing my newest employee, we need the help and I don’t need you scaring her off.” Kie half joked but was also half serious, she knew his tendencies and Ella was nice girl who didn’t need corrupted by her flirtatious friend. JJ put his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t flirting, I promise.” At this Ella felt her heart break a little, of course he wasn’t flirting with her. She was just caught up in her crush, so she was seeing and hearing what she wanted to. Shaking her head and smiling at the two, Ella walked away, going to find anything to keep her busy and away from JJ.

JJ shot Kie a confused look, to which she just shrugged her shoulders. The boy went after Ella, wanting to continue to hang out with her and wanting to make sure they were still good. As he got up, Kie shot him a warning look, reminding him that she was there to work and not hang out. As Ella’s shift starts to wind down, she continues to entertain JJ’s antics while keeping focused on her work. While JJ continues to follow her around like a puppy, Pope and Kie sit in the back at a table just watching the two, bemused. It was weird for them to see JJ act this way, but it warmed their hearts that maybe JJ had a shot at love. They would have to tease him about it later.

Taking her place behind the counter one last time, with JJ sat in front of her on a bar stool, Ella started finishing up her tasks, ready to leave for the night.

“What are you doing after this?” JJ asked, noticing her finishing up and not ready to part ways.

“I was planning on going home and watching Netflix.”

“Would you maybe want to hang out more? I want to continue to get to know you.”

Ella felt her cheeks and neck heat up, agreeing, happy to spend time with the boy not during her work shift.

Clocking out and grabbing her stuff, she waved bye to Kie and Pope. Ella follows closely behind JJ, not sure what he had planned, if anything. JJ leads the two of them down to the beach, kicking off their shoes they start to walk along the warm sand. Falling into conversation easily, the two found a spot and sat down, sitting closer than necessary. In her head, Ella said that it was because it was a starting to get chilly with the breeze and the lack of sun, but really, she knew it was because she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

“So, am I not good enough to receive a text from the notorious JJ Maybank?” Ella joked, nudging her shoulder with JJ’s.

“I did text you. Because you are far more than good enough. You just never responded.” JJ looked at her confusedly, shrugging his shoulders trying to seem unbothered.

Pulling out her phone and going to her messages, she sees a message from an unknown number. Guilt washed through her and she smiled sheepishly at JJ as she added him to her contacts.

“I was at work already so I must not have seen it. And then you showed up, so I didn’t have to wonder if you texted me.”

JJ chuckled, teasing her lightly, “you were looking for my text?”

“I wouldn’t say looking so to say, but I wouldn’t have been upset at seeing your name on my screen.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer, he felt his insides warm at the thought of her wanting JJ to text her.

“I was nervous when you didn’t reply that maybe you didn’t want be friends.” JJ replied, mumbling under his breath hoping she didn't hear him.

She had heard him loud and clear. “Of course, I wanna be friends JJ” she smiled up at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

JJ smiled back down at her, happy she wanted to have him as a part of her life. The two continued to get to know each other, telling stories from their past, both cracking up at what the other would share. Neither was sure how things felt so easy, but they weren’t complaining. They were just soaking in everything about each other. Checking the time, Ella realized she had to get home as it was almost midnight and her shift ended almost 4 hours ago. JJ offered to walk her home, stopping outside her front door, he awkwardly shuffled back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” JJ asked, hoping that the girl would want to hang out again. Maybe he could bring her around the pogues.

“Sure. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” Ella said with a soft smile coating her face. JJ returned her smile with an “of course” before he turned around and started his commute back to the chateau.

Ella made her way into her house and up to her room, tip toeing, not wanting to wake her parents. Quietly making her way into her bathroom and taking a shower, Ella couldn’t help but smile to herself as she recounted her evening with the Maybank boy. She wished she could have taken a picture to remember how he looked in the moonlight as they sat by the water. She relinquished in the feeling of his arm around her, wishing it never had to have ended. All Ella wanted to do was text Sophia and Grace and tell them about her date, could she call it date? She didn’t even know; all she knew was she wanted to tell someone about what had happened. Instead she settled for squealing into her pillow and flopping on her bed. Shooting her friends, a text about how her first day went, leaving out the parts about JJ, not ready for them to remind her that he wasn’t good for her. She opened their text thread and sent him a message;

To JJ: Had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for making my first day at work one to remember :)

Pressing send, Ella turned over and fell asleep, hoping to dream about the boy with ocean blue eyes.

-

JJ walked into the chateau and was greeted by John B sitting on the couch watching some reality show on the TV. Nodding to his friend, he went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and joined John B on the couch. Upon sitting down, John B smirked at him, just waiting for him to notice. Feeling his gaze, JJ looked over, confused at the look on his face as he brought his beer bottle up to his lips.

“What?” JJ asked incredulously.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just Kie and Pope stopped by, said you went off with the girl from the kegger. Ella was it?” he continued to smirk when he noticed JJ start to blush.

“Shut up. We’re just getting to know each other.”

“Uh huh, ‘getting to know each other’. JJ you have never gotten to know a girl, you’ve always been a love ‘em and leave ‘em type”

“I don’t know man. Somethings just different with her. When she bumped into me, I just felt this almost instant connection with her. Like she was meant to bump into me. I can’t explain, all I know is I enjoy her company.”

John B smiled at his friend, seeing how much Ella already meant to the boy even though they really just met.

“Bring her around some time. If she means that much to you already then I’m sure she’ll mean a lot to us as well.”

“I will. For sure. Just maybe not yet, I don’t even know if she likes me and I don’t need you guys fucking this up for me, at least not more than I’m bound to.” JJ didn’t want to think about his destructive tendencies when it came to relationships. He wasn’t ready to let this one go.

“I’m offended that you think we would fuck this up for you, but I get it. I really do.” John B knew how his friend could get, so he would do everything in his power to make sure that this worked out in his favor, even if that meant postponing meeting the girl that seemed to have captured JJ's heart. He wanted nothing than to see his friend be happy.

“Yeah, yeah. You know I love you guys. I’m gonna go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning” JJ stated before making his way into the guest room before collapsing on the bed. Shooting Ella a text, seeing she already texted him, he grinned to himself.

To Ella: Had a really nice time 2night too :) I got back safe, maybe we could hang tmrw if ur not busy? Just lmk! Good night Ella :)

JJ expected that the girl was probably already in bed so he turned off his light, crawling under the covers, falling asleep while scrolling through his phone, looking forward to the days to come.

#jj maybank #jj obx #jj outer banks #jj x oc #jj imagine #jj #rudy pankow #john b #john b routledge #pope heyward #pope #kiara #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #chase stokes #madison bailey #madelyn cline #jj maybank fanfiction #jonathan daviss #pogue #Outer Banks #outer banks fic #obx fic #obx #obx netflix #used to this

[loki-the-trikster-god]

it’s clyde!

ahhh it’s so exciting i read the tempest last year good luck with memorization!

i wish i could be an actor too, but sadly i don’t exactly have the ideal features that would motivate someone to put me on a screen unfortunately

the idea of being someone else temporarily i have to say is definitely the most enthralling part of the career choice though i can’t say i’d want to actually be caliban he’s a little... questionable if you know what i mean

i’m canadian (yay :) and i’m in grade 8 but don’t let my youth mislead you i think i’m intelligent... hopefully. right now being canadian sort of sucks because we are in our fourth freaking lockdown and i’m pretty sure i won’t get a graduation this year which really sucks

ah this is so long sry amigo i’m rambling

this time my question issssss: what are your fandoms?

Caliban has his issues, as does the whole play. Racially it’s interesting. Also thank you!! Also!! If you want to do theater you do it! There’s always a spot for you somewhere.

I stg I sound like a cult recruiter whenever I talk abt theater lmaooo

For complicated hyperfixation reasons I’m in love with the entirety of Canada and am therefore very jealous. That doesn’t sound fun at all thought, I read an article about how bad your vaccine rollout is this morning :/ I really hope u get a graduation and hey, if you don’t, I’ll throw u a little virtual party on here!!!!

Don’t u ever worry about rambling to me I love it very much.

Ack let’s see,,, my fandoms: I am in the kotlc fandom bc that’s where most of my friends are on here although I’m pretty much done and fed up with the canon books. I reblog Eragon stuff a lot cause hyperfixation,,,,,, I’ve just started fixating on Nevermoor again (those are good go read them if u havent) so you’ll see that from me a lot now. Other than that I let the hyperfixation ramble as it will but I don’t watch much tv (just slings and arrows over and over lmaooooooo I need help) (<- aforementioned is an extremely niche shakespeare theater comedy that is keeping me living)

Look now I’m rambling lmaoo

#loki stuff #its clyde!

[jawnjendes]

the fog will clear up | shawn mendes

chapter 13/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: sry its short and definitely a filler im sry its boring but it helps build up stuff thatll happen next ok ok im sry

*let me know if u wanna be added/removed from the taglist

masterlist | playlist

Annalise woke with a start. She was wide awake immediately. There was no room for sleepily rolling around the sheets, her eyes weren't heavy like always. She didn't know what dying and coming back to life felt like, but she was pretty sure it felt something like that. She had a weird urge to go for a jog.

Staring at the ceiling, Annalise reached towards the nightstand next to her, intending to grab her phone. Her hand touched the bottle, and she picked it up anyway, reading the prescription label.

Annalise Flores SERTRALINE 50MG TABLET Brand name: Zoloft

"You don't waste anytime, huh?" she murmured before setting it back down. Then, she grabbed her phone and checked the time.

8:47am. A new fucking record. Annalise rolled out of bed, unable to stay still.

In the 2 hours she had to kill before work, she tidied up the dorm, ate a decent breakfast, took a shower, and got started on the course work she had to make up. The energy levels were through the roof, she had never been so on edge and productive at the same time. Why wasn't she put on sertraline sooner? Sure, she felt hyperaware and borderline anxious, but that was apart of the process of getting on a new antidepressant. She was getting things done this way. Sure, she jumped when the lock on the door jiggled, but she was up and running anyway!

If she wasn't, she wouldn't have seen Stella entering the dorm. She was surprised to see Annalise on the couch, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Oh… I thought you were asleep. I'll, uh, I'll come back."

"No, wait!" Annalise sounded a little too frantic, but it did stop Stella from leaving. "Uh, come sit down! Please!"

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly as she went to the couch. At least she was willing to listen.

"I, uh, I'm sorry," Annalise began, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sorry for what I said. A stupid guy isn't the only good in my life. I have you. You matter to me, and I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't." She really couldn't stop herself from rambling. "I miss you. I miss seeing you here between classes, and I miss your optimism because a bitch could use some of that. And, and I'm sorry for the negativity I've brought in here. I'm working on it now, I swear. Just… come back. Come home… because bro, you're my wife, dude."

It could have been funny, but there was nothing funny about the way she said it. Her eyes were wide and pleading, and she was rubbing her hands together. Stella merely blinked her hazel eyes, nearly overwhelmed by that string of words.

"Look at you, expressing your emotions," she said after a while. "I can see why you hold it back."

Annalise nodded rapidly. "It's my first day on a new medication. Got me all sorts of hyped up, but I'll mellow out in a couple of weeks. And I'm taking therapy seriously again!"

Stella was surprised. "Oh, I see. Well… I've missed you too. Bro…"

"Bro?"

"I'll come home too. Camila's bed is too small for the two of us."

"Bro…"

"I know. I have to update you on all that."

"Br-"

"Okay!" Stella broke out a smile and stood up. "Dame un abrazo, puta."

That was much easier than Annalise had anticipated. She stood up and hugged her best friend, relieved. Stella wasn't one to hold a grudge, nor was she as stubborn as her roommate. It was another person to cross off the list.

~

Shawn had social media mainly to get his music out there. Yes, he interacted with his friends on Snapchat, and some fans on Twitter. Most of the time, Shawn just tweeted when he had new music coming out. He didn't check any of his social media very often, not even to stalk Ann's accounts because she was rarely on her's. He didn't even have his notifications on, purely to keep himself from the possibility of getting too attached to the opinions of random strangers online.

That was why he woke up that morning to a number of texts from Camila.

"SHAAWWNWNN"

"SHAWN IM LKTERSLLY BALD RN"

"CHEKC UR TWITTER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"

"YOIR FOLLOWERS!!! AAHSKSKSK"

"SKSKSK SHAWNMM IM SCRAMING"

So to Twitter he went. Shawn rubbed sleep out of his eye as he went to his profile. He had around 10k to begin with, that he built up on his own over the last couple of years. He nearly dropped his phone on his face as he read the new number.

50.2k

"What… the fuck?" he breathed out as he sat up in his bed. He scrolled through the list, making sure this wasn't a series of spam bots.

His mentions were just as wild, and it explained the sudden blow up.

@hollaestor: @shawnmendes hiii bella told me to follow you

@samxriv: @shawnmendes i am free to hang out on tuesday to hang out when i am free

@gisellenjh: @shawnmendes bella sent me here and im glad she did! loving your music!

And there were plenty more like that. There were so many tweets, Shawn couldn't even get through all of them. It was making his head spin. There was only one Bella he knew about too… He just couldn't spell her last name. Thankfully, her handle was just @bellasanti, and it was the first one to pop up when he typed it in the search bar.

Right under Bella Santiago's name and the blue checkmark were the two little words: Follows you. Shawn refreshed the page ten times before it sank in. This YouTuber, who has over 2 million followers, somehow found Shawn's music… and she liked it. She liked it enough to tweet about it… 3 days ago.

@bellasanti: underrated spotify artists: @shawnmendes. give him a listen. send him some love. truly talented guy💖

Shawn had only overheard Bella's videos when Ann was watching them in the other room. He never really watched any of her content. But he wanted to pass out at the fact that she took the time to listen to his music and tweet about him. He wanted to jump on the bed. He wanted to call-

He texted Camila back. "Wtf why did no one tell me sooner?? This is so crazy!!!!!"

"We thought you knew and you were keeping it from us!! LMAO congrats rockstar!"

He couldn't believe it. His follower count was rising. He was getting emails from Spotify saying his songs were being added to many different playlists.

@shawnmendes: @bellasanti wow thank you so much! Love you bella❤

He deleted the last bit before tweeting it. Holy shit. Shawn lied back down on the mattress, completely breathless.

How does someone like Bella Santiago find Shawn out in cyberspace? What Spotify rabbit hole did she go down that led her to him? How many of his songs did she listen to? How many songs did she save to her library? How many of those playlist emails were from her? Shawn had so many questions.

~

There were two things Annalise noticed when she was out on the courtyard after Biology. The first thing was a table on the side of the walkway, with a handmade banner hanging off the front. It read in big letters: Shawn Mendes: Live at The Cameron House. Brian, Alessia. and Camila were all sat on the same side at this table, talking to a student who was interested in the little display.

"The lounge called back," Annalise muttered to herself.

The other thing Annalise noticed was Patrick sitting under a tree nearby, reading a book. She went to him first.

The last time she had spoken to Patrick was when they cut up flowers together. He was never one to explicitly state when something has upset him, and he has seen Annalise in a depressive episode before. Annalise knew him well. Patrick kept his distance because he didn't like the negativity around her, and he couldn't afford any more of it himself.

"Hey," she greeted.

His blue eyes tore away from his book to meet her gaze. "'Sup?"

"Trying to be less fucked in the head," she told him.

Patrick nodded in approval. "Cool."

That was all that was needed for the two of them. Content, Annalise turned and went for the table. A small line had formed when she wasn't looking, so she waited behind the last person. However, with three people running the thing, Annalise got to the front fairly quick.

"Oh, she actually showed up," Brian chimed, amused.

"Meaning?" Annalise asked.

"Thought you were too pissed at Shawn to care about his show, that's all."

She swallowed the pit of annoyance, discovering that even more people knew about that. Brian is his friend, though, of course he'd know.

"Selling tickets or something?" Annalise turned her attention to the two girls.

"Yeah! Ten dollars a piece!" Alessia explained.

"Cool, I'll take one."

Just as she opened the flap on her book bag, Camila spoke up.

"Wait. I'm pretty sure Shawn said he wanted to buy you your ticket himself."

Annalise rolled her eyes. "Well, he's not here and I can do things for myself." She pulled out her wallet and paid her own goddamn ticket.

Camila breathed out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna let him do anything nice for you?"

None of your fucking business.

A new thought occurred to Annalise. "Why are tickets being sold for this show? Aren't his gigs usually free?"

"There's more production going into this one," Brian told her. "The lounge gave him the option to make it a ticketed event, and we need to make back what we already put into it. So now, it won't be a performance, it'll be Shawn's performance."

Shawn already knew how to make an audience his bitch, but…

"Alright then." Annalise shrugged and then accepted her ticket and receipt from Alessia.

The ticket alone was already quite extravagant. There were little red roses designed around the edges. This boy really loved his fucking flowers.

"I'm guessing rose petals will fall from the ceiling or something?" she guessed with a chuckle.

"I was given strict orders to not spoil anything," Brian told her, folding his arms.

The two had a mini staredown until Annalise shrugged again. "Whatever."

Then, Camila piped up again, suddenly excited. "Ooh, Ann did you hear? Bella Santiago followed Shawn on Twitter!"

"She what?" Annalise stupidly replied.

Camila practically squealed. "She gave him a shoutout too! He's blowing up on Spotify! Isn't that awesome?"

Annalise wanted to say something, but her brain wasn't quite caught up yet. So she just walked away.

The other three students watched her leave. Needless to say, they were confused.

"Is she ever gonna be happy for him?" Alessia wondered.

"I think she was excited?" Camila said tilting her head.

"I can't believe Shawn is going through all this trouble for that," Brian said with a scoff.

"I can still hear you!" Annalise called over her shoulder as she kept walking.

All three of them went red in the face, embarrassed. Brian would have made a comment about her being a vampire with supersonic hearing, but he didn't want to be called out again.

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peter parker headcanon: how peter would ask you out/have a crush on you -requested

Anon Request: 9 hours?? yikes that’s a pretty long time omg. If you need requests would you consider doing headcanons about peter crushing on the reader/how he would ask the reader out? A/N: Yes it was a long ass drive thank god for naps!! OMG yeS I can!! (Um I’m sorry but best friends to lovers trope owns me so agaiN you’re always gonna be friends with peter in some form!! #sorrynotsorry) also this is disgustingly long sry i got totally carried away This is 2.8K ish words who am i??

You and peter had always known each other, you lived in the same apartment building (lets pretend that peter’s parents also lived in the same building as Aunt May, for the sake of this headcanon pls and thank you)

So you and peter are like best friends like BESTIES

Growing up with peter was the most fun ever, sleepovers that lasted the whole weekend and day trips to central park where you guys would goof off all day long and play superheroes

And your mom would always send you with a lunch when going with peter and Aunt May. And Aunt May would make pb and j for peter while your mom would make you turkey and cheese, and peter would always complain that yours was better so you would always split your sandwiches

This became an everyday thing when you guys were in school, where you guys ALWAYS shared your lunches 50/50 no matter where peter was he would always come find you to share his lunch because he knew you loved the peanut butter pretzels that Aunt May always packed him

He didn’t even really like them all that much he mainly encouraged May to keep buying them because he knew they were your favorite

As you got older nothing really changed, you guys still made pillow forts and had sleepovers both of you guys sleeping in sleeping bags in the fort or on the fire escape if it was particularly nice out

You were the first one to find out about Spider-Man even before ned!! And you were always so worried about him bc how can you not be !!!!

“y/n I swear it’s fine I mostly just help people anyway, like the other day I helped this old lady with directions, she bought me a churro which was nice. SEE YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY”

“whatever parker,,, just know if you die ill kill you”

 He always protected you when you guys took the subway because guys can be creeps and its his job as a best friend

holding your hand when you guys catch the subway or are in any crowded place he doesn’t want you to get lost or so he tells himself

Studying together because you both have a really important calculus test tomorrow that’s like 50% of your grade in the class and peters low key freaking out and you said you would help him in calc if he helped you in chem which you were far worse at than him

He was in pjs when you came over that morning and he still is bc hes lazy as heLL and he looks so cuddly all you want to do is hug him as a friend of course lmao

His hair is in messy curls and is all over the place as its falling into his face as he leans over his notes 

yOU CANT HELP BUT BRUSH IT AWAY from hIS FACE AND HE LOOKS UP WITH THE MOST INNOCENT lOOK LIKE “huh?” bc he’s so focused on studying and hes caught off guard by your hands in hIS HAIR AND ON THE INSIDE HES DYING

you toss a grateful smile his way  because you are so happy he’s in your life and you love and care about him so much as a friend what a lie

you end up both deciding to push the calculus aside and just hang out for the rest of the night because it’s like 7 pm and you’re both so tired

well actually peter begged you to quit

“y/n please!! I promise you can quiz me on the way to school tomorrow!!!” he used those big brown puppy DOG EYES ON YOU AND HE LOOKED SO CUTE AND TIRED HE MADE your HEART !!! which scared you a lil but whatever he’s just nerdy peter parker

Peter goes and begs Aunt May to let you sleep over but it’s a school night but he’s using those puppy eyes on her and no one is immune so she allows it

You both decide to watch a movie and you beg to watch 13 going on 30 and he allows it bc you use your begging eyes which you think never work but he’s like FUCKIn putty in yOUR HANDS

So he slides the movie in and you both squeeze onto the beanbag chair meant for one and peter’s childhood blanket is covering you guys and you’re both squished into each other and so logically peter puts his arm around your shoulder to allow you to be more comfortable and lean into him a little more

Peter hasn’t seen this movie in a while and he kinda forgot the whole premise of it

Then as he’s watching matt (mark rufflo’s character) fall in love with jenna and how much he cares for her and he’s looking at you and it kinda slaps him in the face and makes his heart skip a beat and the wind gets knocked out of him when he realizes that ,,, he’s in love with you?? He thinks he knows

And you look up at him when he starts coughing up a storm and you kind of slap his back in attempt to restore his breathing (is this a thing?? Maybe not ?????? who cares it is now) and shoot him a concerned glance as he goes to sit up

“dude are you ok? You sounded like you were dying..,,,”

“yeah yeah yeah yeah [the thing peter parker does you know that thing] im ok “

All he’s thinking about is the fact that the love of his life just called him dude and that she definitely doesn’t love him the way he loves her

They go back to their original position and you’re so engrossed in the film and all peter can do is look at you because you’re actually the most beautiful thing on this earth and he’s so lucky that he even gets to hang out with you! How did he even deserve to hang out with you all these years because you could’ve lived in any apartment buildings but no, you lived in his and here he was on a school night, cuddled up to the literal definition of an angel and you have no idea how beautiful you are

And I guess it kinda makes sense to him that he feels the way he does, I mean look at you how can he not! Your grace and patience and god you’re so smart and you’re such a dork it’s crazy adorable, the way you get excited about the little things in life or the way you care for others.

In peter’s mind it would be crazy if he didn’t love you because of course he’s always loved you he just didn’t really know the difference. He loved ned, of course not the way he loved you, and he also loved mj but not nearly close to the way he loves you. He loved all his friends but I guess it makes so much sense why the love for you always felt so much more intense. Of course he loved you as a friend but it was also a “I kinda want to kiss you for the rest of my life???” kind of love, which wasn’t friendly at all

But he kept his mouth shut because maybe you don’t feel the same ?? maybe you thought he was super creepy for feeling the way he did or maybe you liked someone else although you hadn’t mentioned anyone lately so ?? maybe not ! but he really didn’t want to lose you after nearly 10 years of friendship and sleepovers and shared sandwiches. He could keep his secret a secret if it meant he could keep you.

The movie comes to a close as peter is still daydreaming about you but looks down when he hears the credits roll and you don’t move.

You were dead asleep on his shoulder,, and you looked so peaceful and serene and adorable as soft lil snores left your lips which he most definitely wasn’t looking at not at all

He shut off the movie and then carefully vERY CAREFULLY slid his arms under you and picked you up bridal style with a chuckle

Here he was complaining he was tired from all the studying and you were the one that fell asleep during the movie so typicAL of you and completely adorable

Although yall had hella sleepovers you guys never slept in peters tiny twin bed together only on the floor or you slept on the bed and he knocked out on the couch because he was a kicker when he slept and you needed your personal space

But peter was too tired to go and get the sleeping bags and you looked too peaceful to wake so he just carried you towards his twin bed and set you down in his unmade bed as you made a move to cuddle into the covers and you’re just awake enough to sigh because the sheets smell just like him and you’re so sleepy and sweet peter just carried you to his bed and its got  you feeling some type of way

He pulls the covers over you and turns away and makes his way to the living room before he does something stupid when you open your eyes and scoot over to the far side of the bed (who are we even kidding it’s a twin and there ain’t a far side) and you reach out to grab his hand gently just before he’s out of reach

He hears your soft sleepy voice whisper “pete?” and he’s sure he’s gonna die bc look at you!! His heart is skipping beats and he’s blushing and he doesn’t even know why but he’s sure everything is written on his face because he wears his heart on his sleeve

He turns around and makes his way back to the bed and you pull his hand so he’s half sitting on the bed next to you and looking at you with loved up eyes because its dark and maybe you won’t see??

“pete it’s late and we have to be up early tomorrow you need good sleep just climb in” when you call him pete he gets all !!!!

  “a-a-are you sure y/n? [insert peter’s rambling voice] you know I kick in my sleep and it’s a twin and you need good sleep too and you won’t get that if i’m kicking you all night long!!!” he really doesn’t know if he could sleep that close to you because he’s not going to be able to sleep when you’re right there being all perfect and he’s creating scenarios in his head where you guys are a thing and happy and all domestic and crap

“shut up you goof, just come sleep next to me” he’s dying on the inside because he’s thinking  maybe if she wants to sleep with me maybe she likes me ?? not sleep with me but you know

So he mad bluSHES and so do you because you just invited peter to sleep with you? Are you stupid?? friends don’t sleep in each others beds?? But you are pete are best friends so maybe it’s ok? Maybe you don’t want to be friends ? maybe you want to be more?

Peter is freakin out because you are kind of cuddling him? Your legs are intertwined ish and your head is close to his shoulder and he can feel your breathing on his neck and all he’s thinking about is he kinda wants to fall asleep like this every night and that if may found out she would most definitely not let you sleep over anymore

You slide your arm over his stomach and scoot closer to peter and it’s been like 2 hours and he still can’t sleep because all he can imagine is dating you and buying you your favorite flowers to surprise you and cuddling with you every night and taking you out to nice dinners and treating you like a queen because you are and you deserve everything under the moon and sun. he also imagines introducing you to tony and the gang and everyone loving you just as much as he does and you both just are so in love and he’s so happy and you’re so happy

Eventually he falls asleep although he’s not sure when because he spent the whole night thinking up your future because you’re all he’s ever known and he’s so in love and he’s such a sap

He wakes up to his alarm at 6:30 am and he feels you groan into his chest and your head in on his chest and you guys are all tangled up in his twin bed and he’s just about ready to spill his heart to you when you look at him from his chest with your sleepy eyes and mutter “can we just skip?” in your morning voice. He’s in so deep

You half freak out when you wake up basically on peter because you are so comfortable and he’s so warm and he’s holding you and you groan into his chest and you can feel his heartbeat quicken and all you can think is this is all you want but friends don’t want this ?? so you kinda know that you’re totally into peter parker in a “omg lets date” kind of way which you think isn’t that bad and you can’t believe it took you 10 years since he’s always been just peter but that’s the thing, you love that he’s just peter because he’s just your peter

He laughs his funny cute laugh and makes a move to get up, reminding you about your calc test and how if you don’t get up aunt may will kill him and you for skipping

You both blush as you try to untangle yourselves because you both are fEEling the feelings and it’s all so much because you’re all so flustered and embarrassed !!!

Pete is such a gentlemen he lets you take the bathroom first as he hands you a sweater of his to wear today he knows the drill and the rest of your clothes that you always keep at his house.

After you’re all done he comes in to brush his teeth and you’re there in his midtown jacket and you’re so cute and you look so tiny in it and he can’t help but stare a little as you brush your hair back and he reached by you to grab his toothpaste and he has his hand on your waist to move you out of the way and you feel your face getting red and he grabs the toothpaste and brushes his teeth in which he looks so cuTE uGh

Peter honestly doesn’t think he can waste any more time not kissing you, so he thinks that maybe he should just do it but then he thinks that no he shouldn’t because you probably don’t feel the same way

Anyways yall raced your asses to school and basically aced that test and you guys are living it up because its FRIDAY and peter spends the rest of the day imagining more scenarios which involve you guys being all cutesy and crap its honesty disgusting and so he waits for you outside your history class, your last class of the day and he sees you with a huge smile on your face and your coming up to him and he grabs your face without THINKING AND KISSES YOU NICE AND SOFT AND yOU aren’t sure what to dO !! and he kinda panics because he’s kissing you?? How the heck did this happen he thought you guys were a thing like in his mind and he’s so involved in these fake realities he’s created in his mind?? He honestly wasn’t thinking and now you hate him except now you’re kissing him back and his arm goes to wrap around your waist and lift you up a lil and you both smile and giggle and people are staring and ned from down the hall screams “GET A ROOM” and mj flipps yall off as you guys both turn red as he

“so I guess now is a good time to tell you that I think maybe do you want to go out with me?? Like on a date? Or something ? you don’t have to say yes just maybeimeanitwouldbereallynicebecauseidkiloveyouimsosorry”

“sure you goof”

“really!!!!!! Wow omg thank you yes uhh tonight? Ill pick you up at 6?? “

“sounds good peter! And one more thing”

“what ?”

“I love you too” and he’s blushing and Omg he just hugs you and kisses your cheek and goes to leave then he remembers that you guys always walk home together he’s so stupid you basically hang out til your date and then you go home and he picks you up and he’s got floWERS and acts like he hasn’t been hanging out with you for his whole life and he’s so nervous but its nice because you guys could talk for hours and you split your dinners with each other then he walks you to your door and kisses you and im ded

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.14

                                         Part F O U R T E E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: this part is a lil spicy, so im sry if it kills ya heart ! but i swear itll get better, i promise it will ! im so happy you all enjoy it so much, it makes me smile so much! 100 notes please, loves xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                   I M A G I N E

Tokyo, 8:00 A.M. 

The boys remained silent once you asked about Nia. Michael became more pale than he already is as all the boys were quick to lose their appetites. That made your heart beat go faster. You couldn’t help but feel super nervous over their reactions. 

“W-well?” You asked desperately, looking over to your cousin in hopes that he’ll say something. But even Ashton couldn’t meet your eyes. “Guys, please don’t do this...” 

“Nia is part of the band also signed with Capitol,” Luke chimed. You looked over at the blonde boy, studying his indirect gaze at you as you listened attentively. 

“You mean from Hey Violet, right?” You furthered your interrogation. 

“Mhm,” Luke hummed with a nod. “She’s the drummer, but does vocals as well.” 

“But what’s her...” You began but trailed off, seeing Luke’s understanding of what you were asking. 

“She got close to him for the last year now,” Luke admitted. “She’s got this huge crush on Calum, but I think he found her annoying as well. But not because he likes her or anythin.’ Like actually annoying.” 

You giggled at this, but it still didn’t put you at ease. It was a little too much to be so overprotective when you just got with Calum, but you two have history. You and him have been in love with each other without the other knowing it. It felt like a challenge now knowing that you were to meet her soon. 

“Did he... did they ever... you know...” You broke your words, pure discomfort in allowing them to escape your lips. “Do anything?” 

Before Luke can continue, Michael patted his head gently. 

“Ask Calum yourself, okay?” Michael spoke to you softly. You look up at him, seeing the usually hyperactive spirit become so mature at serious times. It always amazed you how big he grew. “It would be more appropriate to hear it from him than anyone else about it.” 

“Okay then.” You still felt a little incomplete by everything. You didn’t want to feel so insecure as Calum was already yours and head over heels for you. Furthering that he didn’t even like Nia in return. But nonetheless, you can’t help but feel like something bad will happen once you get to America to meet the band. 

“...In other news, One OK Rock is coming with us to America!” Ashton pipes, changing the subject to something more exciting. You smiled at that, genuinely excited to get to know the band more. 

“We’re gonna have the best fucking time, mate!” Michael continued. “I was hoping that we could surprise the fans a bit by playing Take What You Want at one of our concerts soon since they’re our opening act.” 

“I think that would make the fans go crazy,” you agreed with Michael’s idea wholeheartedly. While Michael was hype over your response, you watched as the suite door opened to allow a seemingly-distressed Calum back in. 

“The management wants us to do a pop-up show in Nagoya,” Calum informed the boys. “So we’re leaving right now to make it over to Century Hall in time for soundcheck and what not. We have to tweet about it.” 

“Okay.” The 3 boys filed out of the suite immediately, leaving you alone with Calum. You stood up, dusted your bottom off of potential dust, and began to clean up after the boys. Picking up the plates and cups, you begin to head to the kitchen until Calum halted you. 

“Let me help you.” You watch as Calum lifts the weight of the ceramic plates from your arms and places them in the sink. He runs the water over them to remove residue and shuts it off, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. You watch as he returned in front of you and opens his arms in front of you. “Can I have a hug?” 

“Oh-- of course!” You quickly replied, rushing into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt warm, sinking into the kind embrace of your lovely boyfriend. You realize that acting so paranoid won’t help your relationship progress at all. So instead, you’ve just chosen to ignore it and bring it up if it ever is brought up. You want to enjoy the time you have with Calum before returning back to your studies. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, love?” Calum mumbles against the top of your head, giving you a gentle kiss on your delicate head. One of his hands began weaving into your soft locks, giving you such a euphoric feeling of his touch. “I’m annoyed that you’re acting in a mood.” 

“I told you this morning that I was tired, baby,” you said softly, the side of your face leaning against his chest cozily. You suddenly felt his heart beat go a bit rapid than before, having you wondering what had happened. 

“You know, Y/N,” Calum began as he spoke against your head. “That’s the first time you’ve ever used ‘baby’ to address me.” 

“Has it?” You asked, slightly shocked and embarrassed at this. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I have called you baby or babe before!” 

“Probably, but you don’t use it that often!” Calum exclaims, pulling you off a bit to laugh at you. You blushed, giggling a bit yourself as you attempted to cover your face. “Baby, you’re so beautiful, don’t cover it up from me.” 

“Nooo, I’m so embarrassed!” You squeal. “I’m still not used to dating you because it’s so weird and I never thought it would ever happen but it did so I’m still in a bit of shock and disbelief and I’m rambling now, aren’t I?” 

“I’m glad I still make you nervous,” Calum said fondly. “It means that even though you have me, you’re still scared to do something wrong. You’re even afraid to use ‘baby’ even though you have the complete right to.” 

“Shush already, bubba,” you groaned sheepishly, hugging yourself with your arms as Calum laughed at you again. But he quickly pulled you into a hug again and rested his chin on your head. You could feel and hear his heart slow down now, making you feel a bit more at ease. 

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me or anything, bug.” 

Nagoya, 11:58 P.M.

You and the 8 boys arrived at the stadium way before the concert even begins, allowing everybody to prepare at soundcheck. You all came by train, so it was an obvious that Calum had slept on you for the good 3 hours and you were wide awake to make sure he slept soundly without interruption. Now at the stadium, you watched from the front seats as One OK Rock prepared their instruments first. 

“Have you heard anything from us, Y/N?” Taka asked politely as he began walking towards the front of the stage. The sun ray licked Taka’s pink hair perfectly as he sat down with his legs hanging off the stage. “Other than the song we sang last night together.” 

“Unfortunately, no, I haven’t!” You said sheepishly. “I was gonna look up your stuff, but it seemed so embarrassing already because I’m now on tour with you guys as well!” 

“It’s okay!” Taka tried, his tone threateningly cute for your own good. “But now that we’re here at soundcheck, I would hope that you could lend an ear.” 

“I’ll lend both!” You quickly stabbed in the air. “Your vocals were amazing when you sang with the boys-- I’d love to hear you some more, Taka.” 

“Mm, I’ve been practicing this song for a bit now,” Taka began, giving you a hopeful smile. “It’s not mine, but I am fond of it. I’ve been covering it and I might just be singing it during our set. Wanna hear it?” 

Giving him a vigorous nod, he requests one of the workers to pass him an acoustic guitar. As he reaches up to grab it, you glance to your side to find Calum somewhat glare over. He was at the back of the stage, testing his bass on his own. But that didn’t keep him from paying attention to you. 

“Okay, here we go...” Taka said slowly, giving you another quick smile before looking down at the guitar chords. He gives the strings a light rub before beginning to strum. “Can you hear, my heart beat? Tired of feeling, never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true...” 

You couldn’t help but smile from how clean Taka’s voice was and his insane control over it. He played with passion, like the rest of the boys, with an amazing originality that seemed impossible to compare. 

“Don't stop us now, the moment of truth--” His voice became more aggressive and strong, with veins popping from his neck. You could tell he was simply committed to singing. “We were born to make history. We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around. Yes, we were born to make history!” 

“Yo!” 

Taka suddenly stopped his music for you and him to turn and look over at Calum. His face was it’s usual resting bitch face as he held his long-strapped bass on him. He looked annoyed, which is a regular with Calum. But more annoyed at Taka more than anything. 

“Stop impressing my girlfriend,” Calum mumbled. “It’s annoying and it’s pissing me off.” You always giggled at Calum’s bluntness. Although it was playful, considering Taka was a friend, Calum still couldn’t help his jealousy at all. 

“Calm down, Hood,” Taka chuckled as he began to stand up and rush over to the Maori boy. He took off the guitar from his body and placed it on the stage in the center. He rushed over and gave Calum a big hug. “I love you!” 

“I hate you,” Calum replied, having jokingly and half annoyed. 

The management had been working them for hours in soundcheck. They desired flawless perfection, forcing them to ensure that all the mics would be ready, all the instruments were tuned to perfect, and Calum still had his lucky pick. This was also payback for the boys being careless regarding their flight over to Japan. But as they did, Calum kept receiving back to back calls and had to keep hanging up to the point where he simply shut it off. 

“Y/N, baby, let me serenade you,” Calum began, shoving Taka off playfully as he grabbed the acoustic and walked down the stage. He sat down the way Taka did as he adjusted the guitar on his lap. 

“Serenade me, aye?” You teased. “You gonna play Grind On Me for me, Cally?” You watched as your boyfriend frowned from the pet name you used. 

“You are not using Cally as a cute pet name for me,” Calum growled. 

“Awh, but it suits you so well!”

“No it doesn’t!” As Calum exclaimed, his phone slipped out of his pocket and dropped on the stage. As Calum bickered with you about the pet name, you couldn’t help but stare at his phone. It was off, but a series of calls have been disrupting Calum’s life. You couldn’t help but ponder...

Who was calling him? 

6:35 P.M. 

You stayed back stage with the boys as One OK Rock was delivering their set. You ensured to keep a good ear on their performance while still speaking with your boys. It was obviously that Taka and his band were very talented. They play perfectly in sync with Taka’s vocals so flexible. You were all in all very impressed. 

“So I got the scab from the party last night...” The other 3 boys were discussing who knows what while Calum had snagged you aside to speak with you. The both of you were recapping the party and how Calum danced so sensually on you. 

“You were off it, Calum!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know how you were even able to dance like that in your skinny jeans!” 

“Y/N, I wear them every day,” Calum chuckled as he watched another video of his grinding. “I’ve gotten used to them and just know how to be flexible in them.” 

“But that’s not how it works!” Laughter and smiles were exchanged. This feels nice, you thought. Just happy vibes with your boyfriend made you feel more at ease about everything. It put your curiosity about Nia in a more settled state, allowing you to actually have a good time with the boy you love. 

“Jesus, I really got deep in there, didn’t I--” Calum began as he pointed at his crotch grinding against yours. But the video was suddenly halted when a caller was coming in. You tilted your head a bit to see the caller ID. 

Your heart froze to see the contact name. 

“Who is Nia Lovelis?” You asked softly, studying Calum;s face as he looked down at his phone. He quickly ended the call and put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He reluctantly looked over at you and gave you a simple, stern expression. 

“Nobody,” Calum mutters quickly. 

“She’s obviously somebody if she has your number and calls you,” you say with an annoyed tone. “Has she... is she the one who has been calling you over and over?” 

“Doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with you.” 

“Yes it does, actually!” 

“No it fucking doesn’t, Y/N!” Calum growled at you. “You have no reason to be jealous--” 

“Who said that I was jealous?” 

“Y/N, you’re retaliating over a girl calling me right now,” Calum said with an eye roll. “Of course you’re fucking jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous of a girl I haven’t even met,” you spat. “You’re the one dodging my questions-- why would I be jealous of someone who you claim is ‘nobody?’” 

“Because she’s another girl in my life, of course,” Calum said it with ‘isn’t it obvious?’ tone. “Everyone knows how girlfriends are about guys having friends who are girls.” 

“Holy shit, Calum, I just want to know who she is!” You exclaimed, desperate for answers. This has been killing you since the morning, wishing he would just answer your question so you can be relieved. “I don’t mind you having girls as friends, I just want to know who Nia is!” 

“But answer me first! Why the fuck do you care?” Calum yelled, having you taken aback by his strong tone. He raised his voice at you, having you fear that he was going to potentially hit you. You stayed quiet, looking at your boyfriend with horror in your eyes. 

“Y/N, just tell me why the hell do you care?” Calum asked, his voice much lower but still filled with anger. His hands gently grabbed your shoulders, having him force you to stare into his eyes. His touch sent chills down your spine, but not of anticipation. 

“Woah woah, calm yourself, Hood!” Ashton quickly came to your aid as he pulled you away from Calum. He stood in front of you, his hands shoving themselves in his pockets as he glanced back at you. “What’s going on?” 

“She’s askin’ about Nia,” Calum responded for you. “I don’t even know why-- how could she even have heard about her anyways?” Calum then slowly realized, widening his eyes before looking back at you. “Did you look through my fucking phone?” 

“Mate, you’re scarin’ her!” Michael quickly began, holding Calum’s shoulder. His chest was heaving quickly, but you weren’t noticing much. You kept your eyes on the floor, gazing distantly at it as Taka’s voice continued to ring through. 

“Though,” Luke piped in. “It would make sense if she did when she asked us earlier about Nia...” 

“Wait.” Calum looked like he wanted to explode. “Y/N asked about Nia? What the fuck-- what did you guys tell her?” Calum sounded like he was paranoid, almost pleadingly that the boys hadn’t uttered much to you. 

“Y/N, did you even look through his phone?” Ashton began quietly, glancing back at you to see you nod your head no. 

“I don’t even know the pass code...” you whispered truthfully, having Ashton turn back at the other boys. 

“Y/N isn’t lying, you know,” Michael said softly. “She’d never lie to us. And I’m pretty sure as cousins, Ashton would know if she would be lying.” Ashton confirmed this with a nod, feeling a bit of relief knowing how close he keeps his blood in his heart. 

“My cousin would never look through a phone that isn’t hers without consent...” Ashton murmurs. But you noticed how he tilted his head a bit, with his eyes a bit dim. “But how did you hear about Nia?” 

“She could’ve Googled ‘Calum girlfriend’ or something,” Luke suggested. You knew he didn’t mean to interrogate you, but he just wanted to put out potential options. 

“If she did that, she would’ve known about One OK Rock already,” Michael points out. And it’s true. You weren’t really stalkerish about the boy’s lives really. All you knew was that One Direction took them on their tour and they were finally signed to have their own tours. If you wanted to know any truth about rumors of the boys (if you cared enough), you would have asked your cousin himself. What would do you good to look into rumors about your childhood best friends? 

“And Hey Violet.” Ashton added. 

“Then, Y/N...” Calum began again, his voice a bit more calm and low than before. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that there were two flames in there ready to burst. “How do you know about Nia?” 

You felt nervous, feeling like you were a bad girlfriend for stirring drama in the band. But, you couldn’t help and feel insecure again. Whoever this girl was could be trying to take Calum from you and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. You clenched your hands into fists, feeling your emotions build up and distribute themselves around your body. Tears flooded your eyes and streamed down your cheek very slowly. 

“Because,” you choked, the words burning to get out. With shaky vocals, you let out a breath before speaking. “Calum said her name when he was falling asleep last night.” 

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