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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

#enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #Kpop smut

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aremiies · 3 years

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DRUMMER BOY.

pairings: drummer!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: a bit of swearing, fluff and bad writing, band!au

prompt(s): it’s a song prompt (v cheesy ik) the song is misery business by paramore.

part two.

not my gif !

—

“guys!” yelled a certain pink haired girl, as she chaotically ran into the stores back room to alert her friends of the newly aquired news she may or may not have learned two minutes prior. her friends, all on their lunch break, stopped what they were doing to look up to the girl who was practically jumping out of her skin.

“are you okay, mina? is there a reason you almost broke a rib trying to get through the door frame?” jirou raised a brow, looking up from her phone to entertain mina’s obvious excitement. mina squealed, trying to somewhat contain herself.

“can you get to the point already, dumbass?!” bakugou growled.

“yeah, mina,” kirishima added, “what’s got you so jumpy?”

mina sighed, somewhat dramatically, before she (finally) told her friends what she was so happy about, “so, guys, remember how we wanted to play a show at that lounge a couple blocks over?” her friends nodded before she continued, “they finally called back! the manager said it’s a yes!”

“no way.” jirou stood up.

“that’s great!” kaminari spoke up.

“yeah, no kidding! they approved of the songs?” kirishima inquired.

mina nodded, “yeah! i sent them them the lyrics to a couple of our songs, and they said that they didn’t mind which ones we played, but they’d really like if we played misery business. they’re even gonna pay us!”

“wait... isn’t that the song that you and jirou couldn’t get the vocals right to?” kaminari puzzled.

it went quiet for a second before bakugou groaned, “oh look, the pink freak didn’t think before she acted! what a surprise.”

“hey! don’t blame me i th-“

mina was cut off by bakugou’s thunderous yelling, “don’t blame you?! who else are we gonna blame?! you’re the one who sent in the request form!”

“guys, calm down,” kirishima laughed nervously, “i’m sure it’ll be fine. we could just change the chords of the song to compliment jirou’s vocal range.”

kaminari cut in, “or... no offense, maybe we could find somebody else with that vocal range to sing it for her. jirou already plays bass— oh! what about sero? we could ask him if he could-“

“no, dumbass, sero said he didn’t wanna be apart of the band anymore, remember?” bakugou grumbled.

before the group could think of anymore solutions, the bell on the front counter rang, followed by a voice calling out a to someone who could potentially help them checkout, “um... hello? is anyone back there?”

jirou sighed as she got up from the black leather couch that complimented the break room, “i’ll go help them. break is over anyways.” as jirou emerged from the back room, her eyes widened slightly as she spotted you holding a red, six stringed electric bass guitar. well, five strings actually, since it seemed that there was one missing.

“hi! sorry to keep you waiting, how can i help you today?” jirou smiled, walking behind the counter and taking in your features. you seemed like a shy type of girl... even if you weren’t, just by looking at you, she wouldn’t have suspected that you played electric guitar. your eyes looked so soft and your hands so delicate as they wrapped around the neck of the guitar. your clothes as well. as much as she didn’t want to stereotype, the clothes that adorned your body didn’t give in to the ‘edgy guitarist’ aesthetic that the guitar itself did. besides all that, she couldn’t help but to feel you looked oddly familiar.

“yeah actually, haha. i saw on the sign outside that you guys do string repairs? my ‘a’ string snapped a couple days ago..” you explained to the raven haired girl behind the counter.

jirou nodded, “yeah, of course! we’re actually having a sale right now, so if you’d like to get all you string replaced, it’d only cost $10.”

“oh? hell yeah, thanks. i’ve never taken myself to get my strings repaired, though... does it take long? should i leave and come back?” you trailed off.

she shook her head, “nah, all these should only take about ten minutes max.”

—

“so, what’s your name?” jirou made easy conversation as she began repairing your strings.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you... jirou?” you read her name tag.

she let out a small chuckle and nodded, “you as well. so, you in a band or something?”

“oh! no, i’ve thought about starting one before, but i don’t really have anyone to do so with. i write songs and play them on haru.” you explained.

“haru?”

“yeah, that’s her name.”

jirou chuckled once more, “you named your bass?”

“uh— duh.” you playfully rolled your eyes before another figure stepped from the back room, catching your attention.

“oh.” muttered the blonde.

jirou turned to look behind her, “oh, hey bakugou. is there anything you needed?”

the boy ignored her and walked towards the counter, “you play bass?” he asked you. crimson eyes boring into your y/e/c ones.

“y-yes. not a lot... just here and there when i think it’ll compliment one of my songs.” you verified.

“you write songs?” bakugou questioned.

“only when i’m bored-“

“what kind of songs are th-“

“katsuki! stop questioning her, this isn’t a police interrogation!” jirou interjected.

“what! don’t we need another person to sing that song? i’m trying to look for options.” he shrugged.

you furrowed your brows, “you guys are a band?”

“yeah, there’s more of us. they’re in the break room though.” jirou shared. “it’s just... okay, we have this ‘gig’ soon, and one of our members entered us in under a song that we can’t seem to get right. and it’s just our luck that, that’s the song the managers would likes us to sing especially.”

you tilted your head leaning on the counter as she spoke. as you did so, bakugou studied your features— just as jirou had done minutes before. he found you interesting. just as jirou had thought, he also didn’t see you as the type to play the electric guitar out of all the different types available.

“you don’t look like the type to play.” he blurted out.

“katsuki-!” jirou sighed.

“what?! she doesn’t. she’s so... average looking.” he reckoned.

your face dropped immediately and you turned to look at him, “excuse me? what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it’s not a bad thing,” he began, “i’m just saying that you don’t look like the other people who come in her with these types of guitars.”

you subtly rolled your eyes before looking back to jirou, “so, what lounge are you supposed to be playing at?”

“the one a few blocks from here. it’s called ‘rolling red’ i believe.” she replied.

“oh! i’ve played there before!”

the two employees looked at you with furrowed brows, “you have?!”

the sudden realization crashed on top of jirou as soon as the words left her mouth, “that’s where i know you from! i’ve seen you play before! you played that cover of frances forever by mitski! i loved it, i thought about it for days after!”

you looked down at your feet as you felt your cheeks heat up, “th-thank you. i didn’t think it was that good..”

“well it was-! dude, you should totally sing for our band when we play our gig!” the usually laid back girl was brimming with happiness at the thought of finding their replacement singer on such short notice.

“i-i don’t know-“

before you could finish, you felt someone wrap their arms around your shoulders, “oh come on! you’d be great! your voice would sound great with the songs we have picked out!” you spot the pink toned arms around you and turn around.

“where did she come from?” you mumbled.

“so, what do you say? it’ll only be a one time thing.” jirou smiled hopefully.

you sighed and looked at the (now three) employees in front of you, “okay— w-wait. when is the gig anyways?”

“two weeks away.” the pink girl giggled.

“well... i guess it wouldn’t hurt.” you shrugged.

“really?! thank you!” mina engulfed you in a hug.

“yeah, don’t mention it.” you smiled.

jirou grinned and handed you your guitar, “meet us back here tomorrow. we can start our first official practice.”

you nodded, grabbing your wallet beginning to pay for the string repair before a hand fell over yours, “don’t bother. you agreeing to do this for us is payment enough... i- i guess.” bakugou hesitantly ensured.

you thanked the employees before exiting the store with a grin adorning your face. you barely knew these people, but you couldn’t help but to be the least bit excited.

—

“so, do you get it?” mina asked as she helped you understand the chords to the song.

you tilted your head in slight confusion, “uh... i think so? i’ve just never played so... aggressively? no offense.”

it was the next day and you were currently in one of the practice rooms in the back of the music store. you’d formally met everyone and it seemed that the rest of the band were cool with having you as their replacement singer. kirishima and kaminari thought you were pretty nice. bakugou said you were “pretty cool... i guess.”, but it was obvious that jirou and mina adored you the most. you weren’t too shy, you just weren’t rowdy. you weren’t too quiet, you just only spoke when spoken to out of fear of being too a annoying for the band.

“okay, let’s try again then?” jirou smiled and you nodded, placing your fingers on the strings and praying you didn’t mess up again. though it was your first time hearing the song and learning the chords, you were doing fairly well. you knew the chords and how to play them, it was just the aggressiveness in which you were supposed to play that you were screwing up on.

you sighed as you heard bakugou give the infamous drummer count off, and began to play. you weren’t using a pick, so you felt the tips of your thumb and index began to beat up as you strummed the strings quickly and found the tempo. you counted the amount of times you’d screw up by the end. the total being only seven. not bad for a four minute song.

“that wasn’t bad, y/n!” you heard kaminari compliment you.

“yeah, you did a lot better this time! it’s like you’ve already memorized everything and we’ve only been practicing for about three hours.” mina added.

you smiled at the two, “thanks, guys. really. i tried to relax more this time, so i only messed up... seven times. i think.”

“you counted?” jirou asked as she took a sip of her water.

“yeah, the last time we did it, i messed up nine times, but i found out what it was i was doing wrong and fixed it, now i only have seven more errors to correct.” you explained.

“well look at you go! at this rate, we’ll be practicing with the lyrics by this evening.” mina praised.

unlike the other four, bakugou didn’t say anything about how well you were doing. he couldn’t really bring himself to say anything to you. it wasn’t like he was embarrassed or anything; more like he was nervous to. the whole time you’d all been practicing he’d been watching your facial expressions change as you played he chords on your guitar. he could tell that you were feeling it, and that made him feel something.

—

“i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top. she’s got a body like an hourglass, it’s ticking like a clock.” you mumbled the lyrics to the song as you shadow played the chords. you were liking the song so far. it wasn’t something you usually played and you liked that. you sat in the corner of the practice room as everyone took their break. either going to use the bathroom or just walking around the shop to stretch their legs. you decided on staying back and practicing the lyrics on your own before you did in front of everyone else. the thought of embarrassing yourself loomed in the back of your mind and you were absolutely terrified of it. you didn’t care if it was a rehearsal or not. embarrassing yourself was, simply, not an option.

“you sound nice.” and deeper voice spoke.

startled, you looked up from the notepad of lyrics in front of you and up to the door where, there stood bakugou; hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“o-oh. thank you...” you muttered.

“i think i know where you keep messing up at on the chords.” he quipped.

“you do? but how? you play drums.”

he scoffed light heartedly, “just because i play drums doesn’t mean i’m oblivious to the workings and notes of other instruments.”

“oh...” you voiced, looking at the floor below you.

“here, let me see it.”

“see what?”

“your guitar, dumbass. i’m going to help you.”

you handed the boy your guitar and followed his figure with your eyes as he sat down next to you.

“after the third eight-count, your finger placement is off. i can hear it.” he stated as he began placing his finger on the strings.

“oh no... it was that obvious?” you whined burying your face in your hands. so much for embarrassment not being an option.

“stop whining, dumbass. it’s not that bad, but you can still tell that there’s something off.” he expressed, “now look, you have the right idea. but the wrong action. it’s not much, just move your finger up the neck a bit more.” bakugou strummed the note and looked back up at you, “like that. now you try.” he instructed handing you the guitar.

“okay...” copying the boys previous actions, you place your fingers on the strings. sliding your middle finger up the neck a bit, just as he’d instructed. you stunned the note and looked at him for approval.

“perf— good.” bakugou complimented hesitantly.

“mhm... thank you.” you have him a slight smile.

he nodded as he got up and headed towards the door, “if you want... i can start helping you with things like this privately. like... like we did just now. if you want, though. i don’t really care. just a suggestion.”

you nodded vigorously, “yes please. i like the way you teach.”

“o-oh... okay... well just give me your number and i can text you when we leave. or we can stay after.” bakugou suggested. the crimson eyed boy was slightly taken aback. he didn’t really expect you to say yes to him “tutoring” you. not like he was complaining though, he actually may or may not have enjoyed your company.

“can we stay after?” you asked.

he shrugged, “if that’s what you’d like.”

—

“bye guys! bakugou, remember to lock up.” kirishima waved as he and the rest of the group made their separate ways home. as for you and bakugou? you two had some after hours lessons to attend to.

the two of you made your ways back to the practice rooms.

upon entering, bakugou closed the door and turned to you, “do you want to start where we left off?”

you nodded, “yeah. after the third eight-count.”

bakugou sat down in the corner from earlier and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to sit next to him. you complied and sat next to the blonde handing him your guitar.

“the part after the one we practiced earlier... the part where theres singing and then there’s just instrumental? can we work on that part?” you pleaded.

bakugou felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at you so find your eyes staring back into his. there was something about your eyes that made him feel warm. the feeling that your gaze gave him made him feel safe, “y- sure. okay it for me and we can start from there.”

—

it was about 8pm when the two of you decided that you’d practiced enough for the day. you helped him clean up around she shop before locking up and walking you home.

“you don’t have to, you know.” you expressed to him.

“it’s the right thing to do. i’m not just gonna let you walk home alone in the dark, dumbass.” he replied looking straight ahead.

it was quiet after that, until you walked past a convenience store, “i’m gonna go in to get something. i haven’t eaten since breakfast and i’m starving.” you let out a breathy laugh as you turned to walk in.

“eh?! dumbass, you need to eat properly. come on, i’ll but you some dinner. you don’t need to eat from a convenience store.” bakugou reprimanded. “follow me.” the two of you took a detour to a restaurant not too far away from where you guys were currently at.

“you don’t have to do this. i’m fine with getting something quick and cheap—“

“no,” he cut you off, “you need to eat properly. we won’t be long.”

—

onigiri in hand, the two of you continued your walk home in a comfortable silence as the two of you ate.

“thank you,” you said looking up at him.

bakugou glanced down at you before looking back up, “yeah, no problem.”

“we can stop here, my house is only around the corner. i’ll be fine on my own for now.”

bakugou nodded slightly, “yeah uh... sure. make sure to come to the shop tomorrow.”

you looked at the blonde in slight confusion, “huh? it’s closed tomorrow, is it not?”

“yeah,” he began, “but we still have to work through some of your screw ups. meet me there no later than noon.” he stated before walking away.

you silently agreed before turning away and walking the remainder of the way to your house alone.

—

“y/n, it’s been a bit more than a week since we’ve started these practices and you still don’t have that note down!” bakugou snapped. you two had been practcing with each other for a bit of a while now, and during that time you’ve gotten a bit more comfortable with each other.

“you idiot, i’m trying! you have to understand that i’m not used to singing notes on that octave.” you said rubbing your temples.

“okay, we’ll get used to it! you have two more days to get it right.” katsuki grumbled. “if you don’t, you’re going to embarrass yourself, dumbass.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, though, he was right. the note you were trying to hit wasn’t that hard. you could do it— you knew you could.

“you guys alright in here?”

you looked up to find mina at the door, peaking her head in from the outside.

“what the hell? i thought your alien ass went home.” bakugou stated.

“i could say the same about you guys. i went home and realized i forgot my charger, but you both should go home. it’s nearly ten pm. get some rest.” mina noted.

“ten pm?!” you exclaimed, quickly jumping up.

“holy shit!” bakugou chimed in grabbing his things.

the two of you exited the practice rooms and made your way to the front of the store. as you began to exit, the boy was quick to stop you, “h-hey—! don’t be so quick to leave. i still have to walk you home, y’know.”

you let go of the door and looked back at the male, “well come on then.”

the two of you waved goodbye to mina before taking the oath to your house. upon arriving, you felt bakugou’s hand ok your shoulder, “we won’t be able to practice tomorrow, we all have things to do, so make sure you work on that note, dumbass. we don’t need you screwing up.”

you nodded before walking to your door, “goodnight, bakugou.”

—

the day of the gig was finally here and though you told katsuki that’s you’d practice, you never did. that being said, you still hadn’t attempted to hit that high note. it was too late, though. you were now sitting backstage waiting for your guys’ turn.

“i’m nervous..” mina admitted as she paced back and forth.

“why?” jirou raised a brow in confusion, “we’ve practiced a lot these past few days. we’ve got this in the bag. if y/n worked out the thing with her high note, we shouldn’t be worried about anything. let’s just pretend this is another rehearsal.” the girl smiled.

the mentioning of your high high note mad your stomach churn. you hadn’t told them you didn’t practice in fear of coming off as irresponsible.

“yeah, we’ve been sounding really good! we got this, guys. besides, we’re up next so you’d probably want to try and calm down.” kaminari tried to somewhat comfort the pink skinned girl.

meanwhile, you were chewing your nails down to the cuticle. all of your practicing had led up to this moment and bakugou could tell you were nervous. he watched as your leg bounced up and down and you spit out the pieces of nail you’d bite off.

“hey, dumba— er... y/n,” bakugou prattled, walking over to and placing a hand on your shoulder, “calm down, yeah? you’re gonna do fine. i-... i believe in your dumbass... i-i guess.” he trailed off.

your soft eyes looked into his narrowed ones, your face softening at his comforting (?) words. you nodded, and as if on cue, the six of you were called onto stage.

—

this was it. this was what you’d practiced for. you looked out into the ‘crowd’; there were a lot of people for this just being a bar and lounge. maybe because it was a saturday? or, maybe you were just seeing blurry. whatever it was, you didn’t have time to worry about it as the sound of bakugou’s infamous drummer count off filled your ears.

you took a deep breath, one last chance to calm your nerves before you started to strum the notes on your guitar.

you counted off the final eighth of the instrumental and began to sing, “i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top. she’s got a body like an hour glass it’s tickin like clock. it’s a matter of time before we all run out, when i thought he was mine, she grabbed him by the mouth,”

you have a jirou a look out the corner of your eye and was met with her approving, close-lipped smile. looking over to mina, you were meg with the same smile, only wider and toothier.

you took that as a sign and pulled yourself together, hands still sweaty from your nerves being a wreck, “i waited eight long months, she finally set him free. i told him i can’t lie, he was the only one for me. two weeks and we had caught on fire, she’s got it out for me, but i wear the biggest smile,”

so far, so good. you hadn’t had a voice crack (yet), and as the song went on you could feel your anxiety washing away. the song continued and it seemed the crowd was enjoying it quite a lot. you liked seeing the smiles on their faces, it made you happy. though, your smile quickly faded when you realized what part was coming. the part you took upon yourself to not practice for. your mind started to race; the note isn’t that hard to hit. you’ve hit notes like this before— that was a lie. but, hey, you’ve hit notes close to it before ! soon, there was no more time for you to think about it. it was now or never, and it wasn’t like you could just skip the part all together.

without a second thought, you scraped together the little courage you find in yourself and sang, “but god, does it feel so good. cause i’ve got ‘em where i want him now. and if you could, then you know you would, cause god, it just feels so... it just feels so good.”

your eyes widened as the final lyrics left your mouth. you did it— who are you kidding, of course you did. you knew you had it in you. and with that, the crowd cheered. you let go of the microphone stand that you didn’t even remember grabbing hold of, and smiled. in a matter of second you felt arms around you.

“you did amazing, y/n!” jirou congratulated.

“you sounded great!” mina added with a wide grin.

you smiled and hugged the two girls back, “thanks guys...”

—

the six of you eventaully made your ways back to backstage.

“did you guys see how everyone applauded?! they loved us out there!” kaminari grinned. the rest of you nodded, giving each other compliments on how well they played. you looked over to find bakugou looking at you. you smiled, walking over to sit next to him.

“you... you did good, dumbass,” he gave you a subtle smile, “if i’m being honest, i didn’t think you were gonna do it.”

you chuckled a bit before looking up at him, “would you believe me if i said i didn’t either?”

the blonde shook his head, “hell no. you let go of your bass and everything. you knew you were gonna hit it. there was too much confidence in your movements to say otherwise.”

“thank you.” you said after a few moments of silence between you two.

“yeah, whatever.”

“no, seriously,” you said putting a hand on his shoulder. he felt his cheeks heat up as he looked into your eyes. they had the same sincere look the always did, “you’re a great teacher. and i could tell you genuinely believed in me. that made it easier to preform.”

bakugou was silent for a second, “yeah. anytime..”

you engulfed the boy into a hug before you began towards the rest of the band.

“oh uh, y/n?”

you turned around, “hm?”

“you should consider joining the band... we could use you here. and you’re... cool to hand around. i-i guess, i uh... like having you around and you’re talented or whatever... so yeah.”

you smiled, “are you sure you just don’t want to keep me around a bit longer for your own sake?” you teased.

“wh-what?! hell no, dumbass. you’re delusional.” bakugou retorted.

“mhm, whatever. in any case, i’ll think about it, cutie.”

—

idk of i want to leave this open ended, or make a second part- lmk? :) anyways, hope you enjoyed !

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Larry songs timeline & what it tells us about the evolution of their relationship

**These are all just my interpretations but the more I listen to the music they wrote, the more it all fits together. ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THROUGHOUT THE YEARS THEY’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT WRITING “AUTOBIOGRAPHICALLY” AND “FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE”

I deffo missed some songs but these stood out to me:

2013

L-Strong: Love isn’t easy (waves trying to break it) but what we have means something and it’s worth fighting for. read: love is only for the brave (Think of how much love that’s been wasted...there’s nothing i’m running from...i don’t care, I’m not scared of love) And we bring out the best in each other so lets not throw this away (i’d do anything to save it...when i’m not with you i’m weaker).

H-Happily: I want to fight for us too bc we’re on fire and our love is powerful af. ik we have to do stunts and stuff (and if (s)he feels my traces in your hair, sorry love but I don’t really care) but what we have is insane and fuck everyone else bc you’re MINE and i’m YOURS at the end of the day (i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep). Together, we’re magic so just be with me so happily

H-Something Great: ****this song is very straightforward so i won’t explain it much***** (i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i dont have to keep imagining... We’re better off together here tonight). Written as a longing for what could be if they dont have to suppress the relationship. (script was written...want to rip it all to shreds) Louis’ response (you’re all I want so much it’s hurting) basically says “it’s not too much to ask babe, i want it too.” This has the kind of longing that ‘wouldn’t it be nice- beach boys’ which Harry has admitted is kind of a theme song.

L-Through the Dark: I know all this bs we’re going through is taking a toll on you and hurts you and i hate seeing you upset (you tell me that your sad...you tell me that you’re hurt and youre in pain and i can see your head is held in shame...i just wanna see you smile again) but I will do everything physically possible to protect you from any pain bb (i’d never let you fall and break your heart, if u wanna cry or fall apart, i’ll be there to hold ya). We’re going through this together and I will take on any responsibility needed to keep you happy. I’M WILLING TO GO THROUGH HELL TO FIGHT FOR US HARRY LOVE (entire chorus basically).

L-Better than Words: holy fuck our love is amazing can’t even describe it can i just sing to you foreva love u babycakes

L-Why don’t we go there: what if...we just forgot about the world and escaped and enjoyed each others love and rode the high??? Also sex

2014

L-Ready to Run: *******Followup to Why Don’t We Go There*********** But this time let’s escape for real bc (there’s me inside a sinking boat running out of time). Like i’m ready to get out of here and it could just be us living happily ever after (this time i’m ready to run). Honestly nothing else makes sense (without you i’ll never make it out alive...wherever you are is the place i belong). I know what i want out of life and IT’S YOU HARREH (i want to be free and i wanna be yours, i will never look back).

L-Steal My Girl: all u thirsty hoes find someone else bc Harry is MY pretty princess. Srsly ask his family. But you can still admire how he looks in those jeans. We all do. You know the ones

L-No Control: boy u fine, let’s do what lovers do IN THE MORNING. bc we can. also you own me and i am urs

L-Clouds: WE KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE HARD SO WHY ARE YOU BEING A LITTLE BITCH (you dont like it complicated...but love is never ever simple...you are tired of all the changes, but love is always always changing). We could be great yo, just keep fighting (if we’re never coming back down, we’ll looking down on the clouds...we go and we go and we dont stop)

H-Where do Broken Hearts Go: IM SORRY LOU BABY YOURE EVERYTHING (rest of my crimes dont come close the look on your face when i let you go... the taste of your lips...is at the top of the list of things i want). H&L’s call and response at the end is basically forgiveness and acknowledgment (come on baby come and get me out, come on baby cuz i need you now)

H-Two Ghosts: *****was written around this time according to Harry******. This is fucking hard yo. We’re drained and exhausted and idk how much more we can fight for this... (it’s not you and it’s not me...sounds like something that i used to feel). That infatuation and electricity and hope that fueled our younger selves isn’t really there anymore and i’m just tired man (we’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat, we’re not who we used to be...this was all we used to need). We’re empty vessels going through the motions (same eyes blue, couple more tattoos). AND WE AREN’T FUCKING COMMUNICATING (we dont say what we really mean).

2015

H&L-Perfect: so what if... we get rid of the pressure of forever? What if we just have fun doing the stupid shit we love and makes us feel alive (trouble up in hotel rooms, secret little rendezvous, things you know that we shouldn’t do). Like we won’t be out of each others’ lives, I’m still around and we can find comfort in each other and even mess around here and there (I can be the one you love from time to time). Remember how we used to be young and EXCITED (when i first saw you from across the room, i could tell that you were curious) let’s get that energy back without the responsiblity of an adult relationship. And we can keep making art lmao (if youre looking for someone to write your breakup songs about).

L-Long Way Down *****this song fkn hurts man. It’s overlooked a lot but shows so much insight**** We were...everything. And maybe that’s the problem? We’ve been through so fucking much, more than anyone our age should have to endure. (We've been in fire, Went down in the flames. We sailed the ocean And drowned in the waves. Built a cathedral But we never prayed) We didn’t know what we had. We were damn kids man. We weren’t prepared for all this. We didn’t know how powerful this would be. We didn’t know what it required of us. (We had a mountain But took it for granted. We had it all yeah. Who could’ve planned it). We didn’t know what to do with it, how to deal with it, so here we are. (We had a spaceship But we couldn't land it) We’re each other’s everything, but we can’t keep going on like this babe. (We found an island But we got stranded). I don’t want to leave you but being together is breaking us down. (Point of no return and now It's just too late to turn around) We thought we were untouchable. That love conquers all. Maybe, we were wrong. This is gonna hurt like a bitch (We built it up so high and now I'm fallin', it’s a long way down)

H-Olivia: I LIVE FOR YOU, I LONG FOR YOU, I LOVE YA. And i think i’ll always love ya. And I’m scared...of life without you (i get the feeling you’re walking out, time is irrelevant when i’ve not been seeing you, the consequences are falling now, there’s something i’m having nightmares about...dont let me go). But maybe just maybe thats okay, because you’re AIMH (you live in my imagination...i love you, it’s all i do).

L-Love you Goodbye: I fucking love you and I’ll always fucking love you but i think this is the right thing to do even though it feels so wrong (i know there’s nothing i can do to change it, but is there something that can be negotiated?) We made some goddamn fireworks together though (unforgettable together held the whole world in our hands) and do ya maybe think...we can make them just once more? (if tomorrow you wont be mine, let me give it to you one last time, baby let me love you goodbye...one more taste of your lips just to bring me back to the places we’ve been and the nights we’ve had because if this is it, then at least we could end it riiiiight). ********in the interview with our FAVE Gwen Garcia, she asked if it’s better to say goodbye and end a relationship that’s not feeling right or keep trying even if your heart’s not in it. Harry responds with “I think it’s better to say goodbye...but sometimes if youre trying to protect..” Then Louis cuts him off and says “you’re going deep aren’t you”, brushing the question off as a joke but imho i think there was pain in that answer. Then Harry continues “if you’re not 100% in it, I think it’s better for both parties if you say goodbye”. And Louis adds a “yeah” at the end.********

H-Walking in the Wind: I know this is scary but i think we can do it, (you said to me do you believe i’ll be too far? if youre lost just look for me you’ll find me) I think because youre AIMH and i’m always in yours, it’ll be good for us. And look at us being mature, we’re killing it babe. We can live our separate lives and grow on our own. We dont need to make it messy and hurtful. We’re on the same page. (the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we’ve already won. A necessity for apologies between you and me, baby there is none). At this point, we’re kinda part of each other right? So it’s healthy for us to be apart for a bit. (it’s not the end, i’ll see your face again... i know we’ll be alright...just close your eyes and see i’ll be by your side any time you need me). And you’ve helped me grow into the person I am, and I you, so that’s cool as hell, right? (you will find me in places that we’ve never been). We had a TON of fun (we had some good times didnt we) so i feel okay that we’re doing this (goodbyes are bittersweet) and starting the next adventure in our lives.

H-If I could fly: I. am. yours. Louis. William. Tomlinson. (for your eyes only, i’ll show you my heart). Maybe this growth thing isn’t worth it, let me prove to you how much you mean to me (i think i might give up everything just ask me to). This is gonna be hard as shit because i’m so dependent on you (i’m missing half of me when we’re apart). I’m being honest and I’m being scared and I’m being vulnerable because I can’t lie to you and pretend I’m strong (i let my guard down, right now i’m completely defenseless). But we’re part of each other, right? (i could feel your heart inside of mine). I’ll always be here for you Lou (for when you’re lonely and forget who you are) even if for now we can’t physically be together.

L-Home: I’ve tried, Harry. I’ve tried to play pretend (told myself i kind of like her but there was something missin in her eyes). But i was lost (i was stumblin, lookin in the dark with an empty heart) because none of it was enough, none of it was YOU (it was there i sawr it in your eyes). And then i met you and you felt the same and we’re both lost souls playing pretend who found magic in each other (but you say you feel the same, could we ever be enough?) Is our love enough to overcome everything? Maybe we can be enough. Maybe I can make this enough, let me try to make it enough for you. And if we go our separate ways, know that I’m here for you no matter what. I won’t let you be lost again. (When you’re lost I’ll find a way and I’ll be your light, you will never feel like you’re alone, I’ll make this feel like home). So go. wander. find yourself. Then when you’re ready, come home.

2016-2017

H- Sweet Creature: ***Harry admit that this was the first song he wrote for the album**** We aren’t in the best place rn. We’ve been fighting (had another talk about where it’s going wrong...it’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn). But it’s you Louis. It can’t be anyone else. (don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong... wherever I go, you bring me home). That’s not even a question. I’m still trying to figure out who I am, but the one thing I know is that a large part of who I am is you (we started 2 hearts in one home). And aint no way I’m losing that part of myself (when i run out of road, you bring me home). It was always you.

H-MMITH: Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready (just let me know i’ll be at the door, hoping you’ll come around). I know I need to work on myself a little more (i gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out) but honestly i’m getting impatient and i want things to go back to how they were and i want to be yours again (once you go without it, nothing else would do). But I can’t communicate this to you clearly so let me just put this in a song and hope you get it (we dont talk about it, it’s something we dont do) ****Harry mentioned in an interview that he expresses himself through songwriting when he can’t say the words directly to a person because it’s easier to just write it in a song than have difficult conversations*****

H-ESNY: ****honestly no idea what this song is about but it’s something to do with them fighting and not communicating and being in a weird place before their relationship is rekindled******* edit: this could be about his stepdad

H-FTDT: I MISS YOU AND I’M TOO FULL OF PRIDE TO TELL YOU DIRECTLY JUST COME BACK INTO LIFE LOU I’M LONELY AND SAD AND EMPTY AND IM NOT FUCKING FINDING MYSELF LIKE YOU SAID I WOULD (woke up alone, played with myself where were you...we havent spoke since you went away, why wont you ever say what you wanna say) So until then I sit and wait for your sorry ass to make the first move (maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too...but you never do). Also like i have to hear from other people how you are?? (i saw your friend that you know from work, he said that you feel just fine) ANd you’re sharing OUR clothes with people?? wtf just swallow your pride and call me

L-Miss You: OKAY BUT I CANT JUST CALL YOU BECAUSE I HAVE PRIDE TOO also my mates are trying to make me get over you (now i’m asking my friends how to say I’m sorry, they say lad give it ttime there’s no need to worry, and we can’t even be on the phone now). So i’m just numbing your absence with partying and drinks but CLEARLY ITS NOT WORKING (should be laughing but there’s something wrong...shit maybe i miss you...when i feel it coming up i just throw it all away, get another few shots cuz it doesn’t matter anyway...such a good time, i’ll believe it this time). This is weird bc like you were my everything but im trying to get used to this and it fucking sux (oh how shit changes, we were in love, now we’re strangers). And tbh, its scary af bc what if this is it (i’m asking myself, is it over?). BUT ALSO LIKE WTF U COULD REACH OUT FIRST YA KNOW (i’ve been checking my phone all evening).

H-Anna: wtf Louis how do you not see how much this is killing me. I miss you so much and seeing you on tv or in pics drives me wild bc you’re not mine. (I don’t want your sympathy but you don’t know what you do to me...everytime I see your face there’s only so much I can take...I guess it would be nice if I can touch your body). And idk if you’re replacing me (don’t know where you’re laying, just know it’s not with me) and we’re in SUCH a weird place rn how do I tell u you’re the loml (don’t know what I’d say if I passed you on the street...don’t know what I’d tell you if you asked me for the truth) so I refuse to put this song on the album and let you know this and give you satisfaction from knowing how gone I still am for you bc I have 0 idea how you feel (hope you never see this and know that it’s for you)

L-Always You: SO THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT... ok but fr i miss u i miss u i miss u i miss u and nothing else compares like i can travel the whole world and all i think about is how much more fun it was with you and the memories we shared and i wish i could just say thx fr th mmrs and move on but actually no thx actually fuck you for making me not able to enjoy my life without you. So like...come home? and wrap your legs around me? also lmao i took El to a gay bar in amsterdam for her bday lmao i miss u come cuddle me and i’ll tell you all about it

L-We Made It: looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby. They saidd I bett they’ll never make it, but just look at us holding onn, we’re still togetherr, still going stronggg. Also to the fans, miss our single bed and the nights we talked about our dreams :-* also Andrew my man luv u

2018-2019

L-KMM: our love was youthful and exhilarating and fucking electric and i think it still can be. dont know what i’d do without you now H

L-DLIBYH: We’re strong babe and we’ve grown and we aren’t gonna let life drag us down. I’m doing better, you’re doing better, this is what we wanted. And now any shit we go through, we’ll go through TOGETHER

L-Too Young: Okay but looking back, that was a lot of shit we went through and we were just babies and i’m sorry for not fighting harder (i cant believe i gave in to the pressure when they said a love like this would never last so i cut you off cuz i didnt know no better) baby i tried, i tried to protect you but like it was just so much and i hate that you got hurt and i wont ever let that happen again. ALso go us for being mature and COMMUNICATING (face to face at the kitchen table, we can finally have a conversation that I wish we could’ve had before). ANd i know you’re an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry so here let ME say i’m sorry that i hurt you darling. Like we were too young to know we had everything BUT now we’re old(er) and can realize that when we’re together, we DO have everything now and omg is this our happily ever after and we can have a daughter and name her Darcy

L-Habit: do i need to spell it out for you iiiiii aaaaaaaaammmmmmm sssssssoooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy. But tbh i let you go because it felt right because mentally you were already out the door and i needed to give you room to grow babe. And i needed the space too (you gave me the time and the space i was out of control and i’m sorry i let you down). but like also i’ve learned i can’t escape you Styles. You’re always in my fucking heart and my fucking mind and in every essence of my being and somehow I knew that 9 years ago and it took me this long to realize how powerful this really is (guess that that i know what i already knew, i was better with you and i miss you now). Ooooh also my favorite line i wrote (took some time cuz i ran out of energy of playing someone I heard I’m supposed to be and honestly i dont have to choose anymore) like who am i kidding, im done pretending i just wanna be yoursss now

L-Defenseless: I can’t help it okay theres something about you that doesn’t let me stay away. I need you and I know that rekindling this relationship isn’t going to be easy even though it feels so so right. It’s going to be hard work (sleeping on our problems but we’ll solved them in our dreams, wake up early morning and it’s still under the sheets) and we need to communicate and solve our problems but here I am, raw and unfiltered and emotionally naked in front of you ready to lay it all on the table (not sure how to say this right, got so much to lose. NEver been so defenseless). So like this branch I’m reach out to you and you be honest with me too babe (you dont have to keep on being strong for me and you. Acting like you feel no pain, you know i know you do...I can’t get inside, when you’re lost in your pride but you don’t have a thing to prove). Be open with me. Lets talk. Let’s solve problems. Lets have an adult relationship. I’m asking for a little vulnerabiltiy babe. It’s just me. Theres nothing to be scared of

L-Walls: And here you have me in my purest form. No lies, no secrets, no insecurities to hide behind. Losing you was fucking painful but i got through it. I’ve been through hell and back and I’ve fought. And without you, I grew into the person I am. And any further growing i’m doing is gonna be with you. bc it was all for you babe. and honestly i can take anything life throws at me now. I’m strong baby. I’m fucking strong and fucking brave and fucking resilient and...fucking yours. ***** wtf is the I just hope i see you one day and you’ll say to me oh oh********

H-Golden: You are the literal sun and I’m not ready. YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD PERSON (you were way too bright for me, i’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky). I’m scared to go through this alone, I need your comfort and your guidance (i can feel you take control of who i am and all i’ve ever known). But you’re scared to go through this with me bc you dont wanna get hurt and i’m too open so where tf does that leave us. ******this could be about coming out especially with the London AND NY secret shows where Harry added the lyric I’m hoping someday you’ll open*******

H-Adore You: You dont have to say you love me, you dont have to say nothing, you dont have to say you’re mine. I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore Lou. Like its the only thing I’ll ever do. read: Louis is a great person to just admire what he’s like. ALso I dont need anything back. I just dont want to hide my love for you anymore. I don’t need answers or promises. Just let me adore you. ********the music video is also basically a Louis appreciation post. He was the boy with the smile that the world took away from him. He found Harry lost and loved him and nurtured him and made him confident and allowed him to be who he wanted to be. But in doing so, Harry became big and unsatisfied and wanted to explore the world and was clearly interested in Hollywood and Rockstardom especially evident in his behavior 2014-2015. And Louis wasn’t about that life and didn’t want to hold him back. So he let him free. But they realized that they don’t work apart. Wherever they’re going, they’re going together, as the boy sails into the unknown following the fish. I see it as Harry’s version of “this one is a thank you for what you did for me” ************* I see it, I appreciate it, and I love you for it

H-Lights Up: ****fight with Louis. (What do you mean I’m sorry by the way) About coming out? About fame? (Step into the light, so bright sometimes) Either way, L is the guy driving the motorcycle in the video who makes H feel comfortable and safe until they get pulled over because SOMEONE wont let them love*******

H-Falling: What if i’m out, what if i’m someone you won’t talk about? Okay maybe I lied I do want you to claim me. Would me coming out of the closet make that hard for you? I CAN’T GO THROUGH AN IDENTITY CRISIS WITHOUT YOU LOU. I picked someone supportive and now I’m spoiled and I dont know how to be with myself. You want back in my life but what if I dont deserve it? (you said you cared and you missed me too...what i’m someone i dont want around). What if you’re better off without me? (i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again). I know youve been through so much shit because of me, things you’ve never even told me about and im afraid...that I wasn’t worth it. Am I being selfish? because either way, i want YOU (what if you’re someone i just want around). Does that make me a bad person?

H-TBSL: ****Probably when they starting talking again but it was v casual and they didn’t really discuss their relationship yet*****. I MISS U BUT I WONT TELL U THAT and its nice to talk to u again i missed your voice but if u call me baby i will kill u bc that word has weight OKAY. Like i know you just call everyone babe and darling and sweetheart but baby is FOR ME and only for me when you wake up with me and cuddle me and if you think you have any right calling me baby without giving the luxury of being in a relationship with you then piss off because that shit hurts dude. (i know that you’re trying to be friends, know that you mean it...it’s hard for me to go home to be so lonely). ALso it’s not my fault i’m like this, you literally captured my heart when i was 16 like wtf do u expect (dont blame me for falling, i was just a little boy)

H-Sunflower Vol. 6: we were babies and i was so enamored by you and you’re so bright and beautiful and i want to watch you all day and make you smile and i want you to touch my hair and call me curly and i hope im not making you uncomfortable with my heart eyes but like how are you so perfect. I hope you think i’m cool, i’m really trying but like you’re SO FUNNY and charming and everyone loves you i hope im not embarassing myself. And now it’s like 8 years later and i think i can have you again and i want you so bad but i dont wanna seem too eager and im trying to have dignity and not text you first but like also i want nothing more than to talk to you. Do you think i’m cool now? did you like my new hairstyle? Do you think i’m funny on tour? I want everything i want to be domestic again and kiss in the kitchen and i want to cook for you and as;ldfa;sdhaf i want to buy you flowers everyday and shower ur cute face with kiss. boopx28

H-Canyon Moon: Hell yea i got ma man back and i have a girlfriend named Jennifer ;) and we are domestic and even though I HATE being away from him for work (so hard to leave it) we have the 2 week rule yall then i can wrap my legs around him and after so so so long I’ll be h.o.m.e. Also did i tell you his eyes are so so blue like sky who i dont know her

H-TPWK: So we’re really doing this. We don’t need to have it all figured out. We can just be us. and happy. and dance. The world loves us babe. (Giving second chances, I don’t need all the answers and if we’re here long enough we’ll see it’s all for us and we’ll belong)

H-Fine Line: You’ve got my devotion but man I can hate you sometimes....We’ll be a fine line. Between what? love and hate? public and private? out and in the closet? each others’ and ourselves? Idk. But i’m going to swallow my pride (my hands at risk I fold) because no matter what, the worst possible outcome is not having you. And I never wanna go through that again. I know we have work to do on our relationship (spreading you open is the only way I know you). And there’s lot of unknown here (there’s things that we’ll never know) but what i do know is that i cant resist you (you sunshine you temptress) and i cant be without you ever again. I think it’ll be hard as hell. But when have we known love as anything but hard? And when have we known our love as anything but worth it? We’ll be a fine line baby. But i know, i knowww with every part of me that we’ll be alright. Because these past 10 years, we’ve been through A LOT. ANd it could have ruined us and made us cynical and cold and closed off. And I think at one point it did. But you know what we did? We fought it. We fought it together. Then we fought it individually. And we became BRAVE. And a brilliant man once said, “love is only for the brave”.

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Modern!Wormsies Headcanons because I’m terrified wormsies is going to die before 2021 gets here

Tw for mild horror. I don’t think this is that bad but read at your own risk. I don’t l know why I created it I just felt compelled to but don’t read it unless you’re as insane as I am and are fully prepared to read the most cursed thing I have ever created. Seriously. This is by far the most cursed thing I have ever written. Good luck. 💜

So anyway they’re not selling to survive obviously since it’s modern au.

In my modern au they’re all theatre nerds cause why not.

So they’re backstage one day and Race finds this blue thing behind an old set that has probably been there for several years.

Lo and behold, it is a worm on a string.

And Race is kinda weirded out and wondering who left it there but he’s like aight guess I’m keeping this thing.

He ties it to a strap on his backpack and forgets about it for the rest of rehearsal.

Then Romeo (one of Race’s 3 adoptive brothers, the others being Jack and Crutchie) notices it and f l i p s o u t.

Romeo drags over Specs and Jack and Crutchie to show them the worm Race found and they’re all like omg this is the best thing we’ve ever seen.

Race is still kinda confused but like hey whatever this might as well happen and he just figures if his brothers and his little brother’s boyfriend are gonna obsess over worms, why not join in?

They all get worms somehow. Romeo gets a green one, Specs gets a purple one, Jack gets a dark blue one, and Crutchie gets a yellow one.

When they all show up to rehearsal a few days later with worms, a few others pick up on it and are like lmao let’s join in on the insanity.

So anyway Albert gets a red one, Smalls gets a green one, Mike gets a purple one, Ike gets a yellow one cause it’s the opposite of purple, and Elmer gets a green one.

All the others are all kinda just whatever do what you want don’t involve us in your insanity.

BUT THEN

Over the course of the next couple weeks, only a couple more people join in on getting worms.

Sniper gets a purple one and Finch gets an orange one.

But what’s strange is that everybody starts noticing...

The kids with worms pick up choreography...

Faster and Better...

Than the kids without worms...

They’re stretchier and more agile...

...almost like..?

Almost like...

They...

don’t...

have...

spines..?

They wiggle just like their worms wiggle wiggle wiggle.

And Specs is the most logical of the ones with worms but even he fully believes his worm gives him special powers.

They spend their snack breaks talking about this and a few more people decide to get in on it.

Jojo gets a yellow one, Mush gets a dark blue one, and Blink gets a light blue one.

Davey, Spot, and Katherine still refuse to believe in this.

Sarah got a pink worm and they were all terribly disappointed in her.

But anyway they hold out their lack of belief despite how the kids with worms continue to perform better in dance numbers than the few left without.

Kenny caves and gets a dark blue one somewhere in here.

There are now a lot more kids with worms than kids without and the holidays are rolling around.

Ike gets Hotshot a red worm and Hotshot in turn gets red worms for all his crowd on the stage crew (Bart, Rafaela, Joey, Hildy, York, and Vince).

Hell, even the crew kids perform better with worms, it turns out.

Cause they can run fast to get places they need to be and squeeze through spaces they shouldn’t be able to squeeze through.

But anyway Katherine and Davey and Spot are starting to get a little creeped out.

Cause their friends and partners are starting to act more and more like they’re in a cult, even more than the cult that they’re already in (the drama club).

They pretend their worms have fucking personalities and make tiny hats for them and stuff.

And the ones left without worms are dropping like flies and getting assimilated to the other side.

Buttons gets a light blue one, Tommy Boy gets a pink one, Henry gets an orange one, and

And Sarah gets Les a green worm.

That’s kinda the last straw for Davey.

He fucking waits until his siblings are asleep and he throws their worms in the trash.

But mysteriously

They both have their worms back in time for rehearsal.

And Davey gets home that night and there’s a light blue worm waiting on his pillow.

He throws it away but it’s tied to his backpack strap the next day.

He flushes it down the toilet and it shows up in his favorite hoodie pocket.

He tells Katherine and Spot, super freaked out, but they don’t really believe him cause there’s no such thing as magic worms... right?

Then Katherine finds a purple worm on the seat she usually sits in during breaks.

She’s moderately creeped out so she leaves it there and goes to a different seat but the next break the worm is on that seat.

She can’t remember seeing anyone move it.

Meanwhile Spot is making out with Race behind a curtain (obviously) and Race

Race fucking pulls a red worm out of his sleeve like a scarf trick and gives it to him.

Spot is super weirded out by this and wants to just throw the dumb thing away the minute he and Race are done making out, but he just...

He can’t.

He can’t get rid of the worm, so he ties it to his backpack.

Katherine and Davey are mildly horrified that Spot has given in and won’t give up his worm even though you’re encouraging their cult-like behavior, Spot, come on.

Spot insists that he could throw away his worm if he wanted to, he just... doesn’t want to. And besides, he can keep up with the others on theatre stuff now, so why would he?

So Kath and Davey are

The

Last

Ones

Left

Without worms.

Davey’s worm is still following him around but he refuses to give in and he always gets rid of it as soon as he finds it but it always pops up again.

Katherine’s shows up less frequently, but it starts getting more and more frequent and she starts getting more and more freaked out as one night, she goes into her room and that fucking purple worm is on her pillow.

None of her friends have been to her house in the last 24 hours so this development is fucking terrifying.

She calls Davey and flips out on the phone to him about it and he’s trying to calm her down but Sarah ends up stealing his phone after a few minutes because she’s my girlfriend, Davey, not yours.

When Davey gets the phone back, Katherine is significantly calmer. He asks her if she threw the worm away.

She

Didn’t

Throw the worm away.

She claims it’s fine, that they might as well give in, Davey, we’re the last ones left without worms, just out of stubbornness. And anyway our friends with worms are doing fine; look at your siblings if you need proof.

Sarah and Les are having a tea party with their worms and Davey is getting pretty scared at this point.

He’s the last one left without a worm, though that blue one still always seems to show up wherever he is.

Until

Opening night

Their

Show

Afterwards everybody’s pumped up and ready to go to Applebee’s to celebrate and Davey is relieved because no one has mentioned worms in the last 24 hours or even really looked at the ones still tied to their backpacks.

He thinks maybe the others got bored with it and this thing is finally dying, especially since that damn light blue worm hasn’t showed up today either.

But then Davey is just sharing a nice coffee alone with Jack backstage (which he hasn’t done since the worm thing started because honestly his boyfriend was creeping him out).

Jack suddenly starts crying, and Davey’s all like hey what is it? Babe look at me what’s wrong?

And Jack just goes I’m sorry love I know it hurts now but it’s better in the long run trust me.

That’s when Elmer, Specs, Sarah, and Mush burst in behind them and grab Davey, shoving a bag over his head and dragging him somewhere.

When the bag is taken off of Davey’s head, he’s tied to a chair in the middle of a choir room that all his friends have somehow squeezed into.

They’re all holding their worms.

And Davey is like guys if this is an elaborate prank it wasn’t even that funny to begin with but now it is very very much not funny.

But Sarah just goes in a sad tone it’s not a prank Davey.

Les not looking like he’s trying not to laugh is what makes Davey believe it’s not a prank.

And Davey is legitimately terrified at this point because even Spot and Katherine are looking at him with a solemn kind of pity and when he asks them for help they just shake their heads and tell him everything will be okay.

He turns to Jack and is still clinging to that last little bit of hope that one of the people he loves might not have gone off the deep end.

That last little bit of hope that the boy he loves is still the boy I fell for. I know you’re still in there so please just untie me Jackie.

Jack looks like he’s trying not to cry but he doesn’t move.

Instead he says I love you Davey. It’ll all be over soon.

Do it, Race.

Race steps forward and Davey just about has a heart attack because

He’s

Holding

That

Goddamn

Light blue

Worm

And he takes some rainbow duct tape out of his pocket and tapes it to Davey’s shirt.

And the others all start chanting one of us one of us one of us as Davey can practically feel the spine leave his body and travel to another dimension where there’s a man who collects them.

It turns out the others were right that he should just give in.

Now it’s time for them to get the rest of the school.

Edit: here is my attempt to justify myself for this. 💜

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bluebirdsbluebells · 4 years

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You Get What You Get - part two

Summary: One mistake. One little mistake. That was all it took for everything to suddenly flip. You knew that you should’ve stayed in that night, and you were right from the beginning. You should’ve never let the blonde from the beach walk you home, and you were paying the price for it.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader (slight Topper x reader but it’s not romanticized like at all)

Warnings: swearing… lil angst ig

Words: 4.1k

A/N: I just wanted to say that for the sake of the story, there is only one high school in town. Looks and Pogues go to the same one regardless of status, mostly because I need the story to flow easier. Ik this part is a little slower, but I just needed to get this done because the next chapter is all fluff Thank you guys so much for the support on the first part too! I really appreciate any kind of feedback or comments that you guys might have!:) Also, I finished chapter three as well, so that will be out a lot faster!!

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You were terrified to go back to school. You had no idea what was going to happen. Topper wouldn’t answer any of your texts or calls, and you got so desperate that you even tried Rafe and Kelce. Neither one of them answered, and you knew that it was Topper’s doing. Rafe always answered your texts, despite how little you wrote to him. But not that time. That time it was like you hadn’t even reached out.

You were panicking. You couldn’t even finish the rest of the schoolwork; that’s how upset you were. It was such a stupid fucking mistake! You knew that you shouldn’t have let JJ walk you back. It was just the alcohol and your need to get home quickly. You just weren’t thinking straight. Topper should’ve understood that; he was the one that had forced you to go. You just wished he would’ve pick up your calls. If you could’ve just explained to him that you hadn’t meant any ill intentions…

“Stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you stood in front of the mirror. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. You’re so stupid!”

“Y/N?” You heard your father call, and your eyes widened slightly. “Is that you?”

“Who else could it be?” You jokingly laughed back, but you didn’t feel any humour in you.

You opened the door, and your father stood on the other side, staring down at you. “Who were you talking to?” Your father laughed, dramatically peering into the bathroom. You chuckled along with him, then opened the door up a little further.

“Just myself.” You grabbed your brush from the counter and slowly ran it through your hair, swallowing tightly. You didn’t want your father to think anything was wrong. To him you were always a happy kid, and in entire honesty, you were. You rarely complained about anything, and for the most part you were content with your life. It would’ve been hard to speak to your father about anything too serious.

“Your mother and I heard you come in late last night,” your father started, stepping into the bathroom. “Did Topper walk you home?” You met his gaze in the mirror. “Yes,” you lied, setting the brush down on the counter and picking up an almost empty bottle of lotion. You shook it twice, then squeezed a sizable amount into your palm, running it smoothly over your skin.

“Good,” your father breathed, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, still watching you in the mirror. “Did you have much to drink?” “A little,” you answered. “Not a ton though.”

“Good,” your father replied, nodding slowly. He was a quiet man, but you could always tell when he had something on his mind. You knew that right then, he absolutely had something on his mind, but you didn’t want to hang around to find out. You already had enough on your plate.

“Sorry Dad,” you said, pushing past him as you headed back down to your room. “I’ve really gotta get going.”

You left him standing in the bathroom, feeling slightly guilty, but you really just couldn’t take it. School, Topper, JJ, fucking Rafe… it was all too much all too suddenly.

You grabbed your bag from you bed and then looked yourself over in the mirror before heading back down the hallway, then darting down the steps. You weren’t sure if your mother was out or still sleeping, so you didn’t worry about saying goodbye. Instead, you just grabbed your keys and headed out the door, not even bothering about breakfast. You were too nervous for it anyways.

What was Topper going to do? What had he already done? Had he turned everyone against you? Told the whole school that you were hanging around with JJ? Told all of the Obx that you were a cheater? You had no idea. Topper possessed a kind of power that you didn’t even want to begin to think about, so who knows what kind of shit he had pulled.

You rolled up in front of the Outer Banks high school, feeling nothing but nerves and guilt. You had majorly fucked up. You had to find Topper, but first you had to find Emerson and Scarlett. You had been texting and calling them over the whole rest of the weekend; crying and whining and panicking. They both let you go off about Topper, and you were insanely grateful. There was a light tap at your passenger’s side window, and you glanced over, half expecting to see an angry Topper, but it was Emerson, her bright smile raising your spirits slightly.

“Open the door you goon!” She called through the glass, and you unlocked it. She climbed inside, slamming the door behind her.

“Hey,” you breathed, tapping your fingers nervously on your thighs.

“Hey,” she replied, tilting her head at you. “You okay?”

“I don’t know,” you replied quietly, watching the teens in front of you. Some walked into the school while the others just stood outside and mingled; laughing, throwing things at each other and exchanging words.

“It’ll be okay Y/N,” Emerson assured you. “Topper is just dramatic.”

You sighed. “I know that, but this time it was really bad Em. He won’t answer anything.”

“Maybe it’s better this way,” she said, shrugging at you. “He doesn’t want the relationship to end. He just needs some space to cool down.”

“How do you know that?” You asked sharply, instantly regretting your tone. “Sorry,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m just stressed about it.”

“I get that,” Emerson started, “but you know what girl? Just forget about it for now. If he’s not talking then he’s not talking. Just try not to let it dampen your mood, m’kay? I know it’s tough but… just try and focus on everything else.”

You blinked at her. Emerson was always a good friend to you. She was probably the most level-headed person you knew. She was easy to talk to and even better at giving advice. Apparently she was “in tune” with the universe or something.

“Okay.” You let out a heavy breath. “Okay.” You nodded at her, then you nodded to yourself. “I can do that.”

“You can totally do that,” Emerson urged, and you nodded to yourself once more. But you didn’t feel much better.

“I just- what if everyone knows? Do you think that they think I’m a chea-“

“Y/N,” Emerson cut you off. “No one thinks that. As far as I know, Topper hasn’t even told anyone. Just take a deep breath, and let’s get to class. The first bell has already gone.”

You looked over at her slowly, a pained expression on your face. She gave you back a confident nod, then she reached over the squeeze your arm.

You had to get out of the car. You just needed to do it. With another urge from Emerson, and a quick look at your watch, your forced yourself out of the vehicle.

Realistically you knew you hadn’t done anything bad, but you still felt like a cheater. A liar. A bad girlfriend. Deep down inside you truly felt like Topper deserved it, but you would never admit that to anyone. Emerson probably thought it, but she wouldn’t have admitted it either. It probably messed with her connection to the earth or something spiritual like that.

“Where’s Scarlett?” You asked nervously, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“I think Sarah picked her up.”

“Oh- okay,” you whispered, slowly walking towards the main doors.

Sarah had been your first friend when you moved to Obx, and you thought she was a nice girl, but your desire to stay away from Rafe was a lot stronger than your desire to be closer with Sarah, so unfortunately you two weren’t the best of friends. You never had anything against her though.

You stepped into the main hall, your eyes darting around for Topper, or worse; JJ. You knew the chances of him actually showing up were slim, and you had zero classes together apart from active living and media technology— both that he rarely went to. You just didn’t want anything to get any worse.

“Oh fuck there’s Kelce,” you muttered, and you instinctively stepped behind Emerson, who shook her head at you.

“You’re gonna draw attention to yourself,” she said, and then she interlaced her fingers with yours. “Let’s just get to bio, okay?”

You nodded and followed her into the classroom. You were relieved when no one tried to kill you as you took your seat. Nobody made a scene. It was fine. It was normal. Maybe Topper hadn’t said anything after all.

You looked for Topper the whole day, but it wasn’t until fifth block that he finally made his appearance. You were walking with Emerson and another guy — Roy — when Topper swung by, his hand wrapping your wrist. You instantly tensed at his touch, but to your surprise he presented you with a smile.

“Mind if I steal her for a second?” Topper asked Emerson, who looked at you first for approval. You nodded at her slightly.

“No problem,” Emerson replied sweetly, and Topper gave her a short nod before pulling you away. He led you down the hallway, then stopped right before the outside doors.

“Listen,” he said, his smile faltering slightly. Your stomach twisted as he spoke. “I was really fucking upset at you Y/N. I’m still angry.”

You felt a lump form in the back of your throat. “As you should be,” you answered.

“But I want to put this behind us, okay?” His eyes met yours, and you nodded enthusiastically at him.

“Absolutely,” you said firmly. “I do too.”

“Good,” Topper said, and he let his hand fall from your wrist. You hadn’t even noticed that he was still holding on to you.

“I’m just so sorry Topper,” you said, shaking your head at yourself. “It was completely a stupid mistake. I didn’t mean anything bad.”

“You’re right,” Topper replied shortly. “It was a stupid mistake. But you’re going to make sure it doesn’t happen again, right?”

You nodded. “Of course.”

“And I don’t want you talking to JJ again,” he added. “That dirty fucking Pogue. If I see him with you again-“

“You won’t,” you replied shortly. “You won’t. I promise.”

“Good,” Topper answered, watching you. You had no idea if he believed you or not, but the important part was that he was willing to move forward. “Where are you headed now?”

“English,” you answered, your hands going up to fiddle with your backpack straps.

“Alright,” Topper said, and then he grabbed the back of your neck, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll drop by your place later tonight, okay?”

“Sounds good,” you breathed a sigh of relief. You would most definitely be at home studying. Your bio teacher had given you yet another assignment, and a bell quiz for the next day.

You were just pleased that Topper hadn’t blown up at you. It was most likely because of the setting, but the point was that he had approached you to make things better.

And the rest of the day went smoothly. You focussed as hard as you could in your classes, and you felt more and more relaxed as the day went on; it was like nothing had ever happened between you and Topper. It was smooth sailing from there.

Until it wasn’t.

You were seated in your car, and you were just about to text Emerson and ask if she was catching a ride home with Roy when there was a tap on the passenger’s window. Assuming it was Emerson, you unlocked the door and dropped your phone into the cup holding beside you.

“I was just going to text- oh my god.”

“Hey,” JJ said quickly as he hopped into the car, closing the door swiftly behind him.

Your eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Oh I’m… well currently I’m sitting in your car. It’s a nice one. Very-”

“I mean what are you doing here?” You asked, flustered. Your eyes darted back to the school, then to the cars beside you. If Topper saw…

“Oh,” JJ laughed. Was he out of his damn mind? What the hell was he thinking? “Well I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He winked at you. He fucking winked at you. Was he crazy?

“You wanted to make sure I was okay.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“You’re crazy,” you chuckled sarcastically, shaking your head at him. “This is crazy.”

“I know. But the thrill makes it a lot more exciting, huh sweetheart?” He turned his upper body so that he was facing you better, and then he placed his elbow on to middle console; chin sitting in his palm. You couldn’t help but stare at him, and not because he was good looking — which you had always known — but because he was beat; cut up; split lip, bruised cheekbone, scabbed skin above his eyebrow. You couldn’t but feel a guilt surge through you, and your shoulders sagged.

“JJ…” you trailed off, cringing as you brought your hand up. Your fingers hovered by his cheek, but you didn’t let them touch him. It was too risky. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He waved you off. “Nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

“I feel bad,” you mumbled, and you dropped your gaze to your lap. You quickly glanced ahead of you, then did a double take. Rafe and Topper were not fifteen feet away, poking fun at each other and laughing.

Without thinking you reached over and shoved JJ down. He yelped out, trying to resist you, but you hissed at him to stay put.

“Jesus Christ!” He cursed, and you glared at him.

“Shut up,” you whisper-shouted. “Topper is right there!”

JJ raised his brows at you, but stayed in place. He may have been pretty fucking stupid, but at least he listened to you then.

Topper and Rafe were still laughing with each other; they hadn’t spotted you yet. You usually parked in a different spot every day, so it wasn’t like they knew that you were there, but it was still risky. They were less than ten feet away, and if they were to look up they would most definitely see you.

“What are they doing?” JJ asked quietly, and you batted his peering head back down.

“Shh!” You hissed back. You then placed your hands on the steering wheel, and in less than three seconds your knuckles had gone white. You knew that leaving was the best option, but you had JJ Maybank in your car. He was a problem to Topper, he was a problem to Rafe, and he had just become a problem to you too. You couldn’t really kick him out though, because the chances of Topper seeing him were high. Your best option was to just drive away; pretend like you hadn’t seen Topper and that you were just on your way home. You could drop JJ off somewhere that no one would see him, right? Right. It would be fine.

“Okay,” you breathed, glancing down at JJ. “I’m going to drive away.”

“It’s about fucking time,” JJ muttered, and you gave him a look before you started the car, keeping your eyes on Topper and Rafe. They still hadn’t noticed you, and it seemed like a miracle. The only thing separating your car and them was the sidewalk, and that wasn’t much space at all.

“Just keep down,” you said, and then you checked over your shoulder before reversing quickly. You saw as Topper looked over Rafe’s shoulder, and his face lit up with recognition.

“Y/N!” You saw him call, but you pretended not to. Instead you shifted your eyes to the road and cranked up your music. It was some 80’s song that you recognized from your dad’s playlists.

“Are we clear?”

“Just stay down,” you mumbled, your fingers tapping anxiously against the wheel. You just had to make it far enough from the school. Just a couple blocks. You could find some random street to drop him off at. It would be totally fine! Totally.

“Jesus Christ Y/N,” JJ mumbled, and you glanced down at him, feeling your stomach twist at his words. He said your name with a slight growl, and it caught you off guard. “Can I get up now?”

You glanced around the road that you were on and then nodded at him, deciding that it was safe enough.

“Just don’t make a scene,” you whispered as he pulled himself up onto the seat. JJ looked over at you, and then all of a sudden he burst out into laughter, causing your eyes to dart at him with panic.

“What?” You asked hurriedly. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re kinda uptight, aren’t you?” He joked, and your lips drew into a firm line as you looked back at the road.

“I am not,” you snapped back. “I’m just cautious, that’s all.”

“What’s there to be cautious about?” JJ laughed, and then he slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out a thin blunt. Your eyes widened at the sight.

“What are you doing?” You gasped, one hand pulling away from the wheel to try and smack the joint out of his hands. He responded by snickering at you; placing the blunt between his lips and lighting it up.

“You can’t do that in here!” You whisper-shouted, your eyes darting between him and the road. “It’ll stink the car up!”

“Relax,” JJ whispered, taking a long drag. He then rolled the window down just enough to blow the smoke out. “See? It’s okay.”

“You can’t smoke in my car JJ,” you said firmly, your knuckles white against the black leather of the wheel. “Put it out.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, and then he turned to you. “I think you should take a hit.”

You looked at him like he was insane. “Wh- no way. I’m just focussed on getting you home before Topper beats the shit out of both of us. Now, where do you live?”

Out of the corner of your eye you swore that you saw JJ tense up, but you couldn’t really be sure, because it was gone just as quickly as it had happened.

“Why don’t you take me back to your place?” He asked, running a hand lazily through his blonde hair. “I’m sure your dad would love to have me around.”

“My dad?” You narrowed your eyes at the road ahead of you. “You know my dad?”

“Oh sure,” JJ replied flatly. “I know everyone.”

“Helpful,” you answered sarcastically. “I’m serious, where do you live?”

“Uh, right here,” JJ said, pointing to a red and blue house to your right. You slammed on the breaks, nearly rocking JJ through the windshield.

“Fuck!” You cursed, giving him a short look. “Maybe a little more warning next time?”

“I would’ve given you some if it was actually my place,” JJ answered, dropping his head to the side. “But sweetheart, it isn’t.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“You sonofabitch,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at your lips. JJ seemed to notice, and he smirked to himself, taking another drag on the blunt. “That wasn’t funny JJ,” you continued, starting the car down the street once more.

“Then why are you laughing?”

“I’m not!” You defended, but a giggle escaped your lips. He grinned smugly back at you, then put out the blunt. His fingers then began to tap along the window, and you wondered what exactly he was up to. “Did you actually go to school today?” You asked him.

“Nope,” he replied cheerily. “Absolutely did not.”

“JJ!”

“Y/N!”

“Fuck you!” You snorted, rolling your eyes lightly. “So how’d you managed to be there exactly as I was about to drive away, hm?”

“I waited,” he answered, turning back to look at you. “I knew you’d be driving some fucking fancy car.”

You gave him a look. “Just because I have a ‘fancy’ car doesn’t-“

“I never said it was bad.” JJ held up his hands. “I was just pointing it out.”

“Whatever,” you muttered. “Why’d you want to find me?”

“I already told you sweetheart. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“There’s another reason,” you urged. “I know it.”

“There is not.”

“There is. I don’t care though. All I care about is getting you home.”

JJ was silent for a bit, and you were just about to repeat your statement when he spoke up. “Why are you with Topper?” He asked, and the question caught you off guard.

You realized in that moment that you had no idea where you were driving to. Generally in the direction of your place, so you assumed it was further away from JJ’s. You thought about turning around, but you didn’t even know where to go, so you just kept driving.

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“It’s not a complicated question.” JJ shrugged, then perked a brow at you. He had incredibly blue eyes, you noticed that just then.

“You want to know what I see in him?”

“That’s right sweetheart.”

“Why does it matter? You really think I’m going to tell you?” You scoffed out a laugh, but he just continued to stare at you.

“Uh, yeah,” he said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You weren’t really sure how to reply to that. You just cleared your throat, fingers tapping against the wheel. You were nearing your neighbourhood.

“I don’t know,” you said quietly, shrugging at him, but also to yourself. “He always flattered me I guess. Like complimented me all the time and bought me little gifts and took me on nice dates. He was really sweet back then.”

“And not anymore?” JJ asked, his brow still raised at you. You glanced between him and the road, and then you sighed. You pulled your car up beside the large hedge in your front yard, shielding you from the view of the house. It wasn’t that you didn’t want your parents to see, but you just didn’t want to see them at that moment.

“I don’t know,” you replied honestly. “He was just different.”

“That wasn’t that long ago Y/N,” JJ said, and you just stared at him blankly. He had no idea what you were feeling, but realistically neither did you anymore. It was always confusing with Topper; always a mystery.

“I know that,” you sighed, your hands slipping from the wheel and falling to your lap. “I don’t know why I said that, it was stupid. I’m sorry.”

JJ laughed. “I’m fucking nosy. Get used to it.” He then reached over and patted your shoulder lightly, which you found an odd yet comforting gesture.

“Get used to it?” You asked, frowning at him slightly. Instead of him giving you some kind of explanation though, he just popped open his door, slipping outside. His boots hit the road with a smack, and you frowned harder at him.

“Maybe it would be nice to have a real man in your life, huh sweetheart?” JJ teased, giving you a quick wink, and then just like that he was gone.

“Where are you going?” You called back out to JJ. You climbed out of your car, hesitantly hovering behind the open door. You knew it was risky to be seen with him. Kelce lived just a bit down the street.

“What does it look like?” JJ answered, spinning around on his heel to hold up his arms and give you a funny look. “You think I live ‘round here?”

“Well I-“

“At least I know where you live now,” he cut you off, shrugging.

“JJ-”

“You surf?” He cut you off again, and this time you frowned at him.

“What?”

“Do you surf? Come on Y/N, it’s not a complicated question.”

You peered at him, then slowly shook your head. “I tried once but…”

“You have a board?”

“I… I might be able to dig up my old one.” Your brows drew together. “Why?”

“Meet me outside your place after school tomorrow. A bit up the beach towards the cove, okay?” “The… the cove?” You questioned, and JJ just smirked at you.

“If you’re willing to trust me then I’ll see you later, alright sweetheart?”

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rokutouxei · 4 years

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speaking your language

part 5 of atelier heart

ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark theo van gogh/mc, vincent | T | 2506 | [ao3 in bio]

spoiler warning: key plot points mentioned in chapter 10 and 15 are used in this fic, with the vaguest hint of chapter 24 at the tail end.

also: my deepest apologies to people who actually speak dutch, i’m taking all of your con/crit with an open heart.

The first Dutch word you’d ever learned was hondje.

Dog, you’d learned. Or puppy. Not the worst first word to learn in a new language, but definitely up there if one considers the fact that it was meant to refer to you. It’s not that bad, though, and puppies are pretty cute, so it was easy to let it slide.

Then, knabbeltje. A snack, a little nibble. Not that Theo has any interest in taking any bite at you. He’s made that clear from the first night. For someone who’s so good at smooth talking his clients, that was a weird word to use for you, you’d thought. But, Theo has his reasons, you supposed.

Which is exactly what makes you so keen into learning the language.

You’ve learned that a little bribery can get you a long way when it comes to Theo—as in, get him invested and you’re good to go—so that morning, you take the extra effort. You rise earlier than you’ve ever done to prepare pancakes for him, whipping the egg whites with as much vigor as you can muster to ensure that the pancakes are as fluffy as humanly possible. You make sure every portion is peak jiggly, and they are, because you can’t help but tap them contentedly on the plate as they cooled, watching them wobble. Then, like a cherry on top, you take out the special pancake syrup you’d bought the day before, having come with Sebastian to buy groceries, the one you’d chosen specifically for Theo. (And oh, only for Theo, because no other mansion resident with the right mind about sugar would dare try it.)

You try to keep it a secret as long as you can, presenting the plate of sweet goodness to Theo once he’s come down from his room. The both of you are alone at the dining table, because it’s still way too early. He’s already dressed and ready to go, even if it’s just six-thirty a.m., and if he has a comment about you being already up when you usually aren’t, he holds it back.

Good choice—you want him to focus on the pancakes, and a smile erupts on both of your faces when he begins to munch happily away on the syrup-drenched disaster of a plate. The sigh he makes goes straight under your skin.

But you can’t let your guard down, because you still have a mission, and that is: to convince him.

When his shoulders relax, you finally pop the question.

“Won’t you please teach me some Dutch?”

Theo’s fork hovers in front of his mouth. “What?”

Over the past week, you’d learned two basic Dutch phrases from Theo, in the notes he’d written for you. Tot ziens, which he said meant goodbye for now, and Dank je, thank you. That makes four total things you can now say in Dutch. Not much, but clearly already much more than what you started with. You belatedly realize you don’t actually have a reason you can dare tell him as to why you want to learn Dutch, but never mind that.

“I said, won’t you teach me some Dutch, sometime?” you repeat. “I still have three weeks to spend out here, and while my French and English are pretty fine, I can’t really keep up with your Dutch. I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to learn, especially since you’re bringing me along to work anyway.”

Cringe. That wasn’t a good reason, you were sure. But maybe the pancakes will make Theo’s steel heart a little more malleable for your favor.

What other reasons do you have? Well, maybe he’ll be able to better explain to you certain things about art and their work if he reverts to his mother tongue, right? There are certain things translations miss, after all, and maybe if you learned the language, it’ll be much easier on the both of you? Oh, wait, but does that mean you’ll be intruding on the shared, perhaps too-personal language he shares with his brother? Oh, no, that wasn’t what you meant. Maybe—

“Dutch syllables are very different from English and French,” Theo says, instead, after a long moment, a not-really yes or no.

You narrow your eyes with his response, but quickly realize maybe he’s just testing your will to do it. You are motivated. Learning languages are fun. “That’s fine, nothing practice won’t conquer. It’s really not cute that all I know how to say is stuff like dog and snack.” He snorts. “I mean, if you’re not up to it…”

Theo sighs. A sigh of defeat. “Okay, but you’ll have to work hard for it.”

You grin. That morning, you learn pannenkoek and siroop.

The learning curve for languages always differ according to the person, their own mother tongue, the language itself, and of course the work one puts into studying it, but one factor that really ups the vocabulary and grammar retention is being able to hear the language being spoken, rather regularly. This is how you end up having Vincent help you out with your little adventure in learning Dutch.

Having gotten used to conversing in French to each other, the brothers take time to adjust switching to their mother tongue for you. But when you’re looking at them with amazement exchanging words you can barely say, much less understand, there’s little they can’t do.

(Theo is mortified to have to surrender to it, but when he’s transparent to his brother, does he have any other choice?)

All of this happens just in time for the preparation for the exhibit to begin. The three of you spend much time together, selecting paintings, planning the exhibit orders, looking for themes. The two decide that this isn’t just a good opportunity to learn, it might also be in your best interests if they team-teach you the language.

Counting the paintings, Vincent teaches you the basics, hauling canvas after canvas going—een, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes, zeven, acht, negen, tien. With the chosen paintings laid out on the floor, you point out colors and he teaches you their names—rood, oranje, geel, groen, blauw, paars, roze. He teaches you how to introduce yourself, say your name, teaches you greetings, basic nouns, the kind you will learn in introductory Dutch classes in universities if you were back in the 21st century. Vincent is gentle and kind and claps when you get the words right. (It makes you feel like a child. The word is kind.)

Theo, on the other hand, focuses on teaching you things related to the work at hand: een gallerij, een tentoonstelling, een schilderij—of course, a gallery, an exhibit, a painting. Teaches you words to describe the things you see, like mooi, for beautiful, and interessant, for interesting. He corrects your grammar, teaches you how to say, “let’s go home” or “I’m hungry, let’s eat”. When you don’t get the phrase right, he gives you a look, completely ignoring what you’d just said until you finally say it right. He corrects your pronunciation to the best of both your abilities.

He’s also found great joy in teaching you phrases before telling you what it means, and that’s how you’ve practiced saying misschien ben ik een hond die een jurk draagt as if you were a dog wearing a dress.

But you hear his laughter and it doesn’t matter as much.

Theo buys you a notebook to compile the words you’ve learned. In only a few days, you’ve amassed a wide range of words you now sprinkle throughout your sentences like a playful multilingual. You’ve gotten odd stares, sure, but it’s always better to keep using the words you’ve learned, because that’s how you make it seem natural.

So far, though, for the ones you’ve learned, it’s the Dutch verbs that are trickier than you expected. The conjugations keep tripping you up. They seem simple, and in fact a lot of them sound pretty close to their English counterparts, but Theo’s stares and (im)patient waiting for you to correct what you’ve said betray your misuse of them over and over again.

So at night, you practice. Staan for stand. Zeggen for say. Helpen for help. Leren, for learn.

Blijven, for stay.

Sorting Vincent’s paintings at the gallery Marquis Vollard had lent you, you bump shoulders with Theo and ask, “How do I say, ‘I love this’, in Dutch?” as you pull out a canvas from the stack.

“Ik hou hiervan.”

“Hmm.” You put aside the painting and pull out your notebook and pen. “So hou means love?”

“Houden, means to hold,” Theo says. “Like a hand, or a book. Hou van is what’s used for love.”

“So it’s ik hou van…?”

“Ik hou van jou,” he answers, without a thought.

A long moment, before the realization hits.

He turns away from you, and you’re thankful because of how hot your face feels.

“You use the same for other things,” Theo says. His voice is as even as always, and it makes your heart fall a little. “Like paintings, and art.”

“I see,” you say, before dropping the topic altogether.

You’re getting good at this keeping your heart tucked away thing, so you write ik hou van jou in looping letters on your notebook before returning to work.

All the while thinking: to love means to hold.

So you hold him.

After the fire.

After wheatfields.

After Gauguin.

Even when it hurts to hold.

Even when it’s him that’s let you go.

Even after you’ve heard the gunshot.

You hold on to him, even if you’re not sure if the both of you are speaking the same language anymore, if you’ll still ever be able to understand the other.

You hold on even if there’s blood everywhere.

Blijven means to stay.

And herstellen… means to recover.

The hospital is rather cozy. Quite similar to the ones in the 21st century, but still different from the sterile whiteness of it. You sit next to Theo on the bed, waiting for him to speak. You are alone for the first time since he’d said goodbye.

You hadn’t left him yet.

That night, he presses the words please forgive me into your lips, praying it’s the last time he’ll ever have to hurt you that way. You cradle his face in your palms and hold his love in your hands gently, as you exchange promises that it will no longer break.

You learn a lot of words after that, too.

Like wheatfields, tarwevelden. And forever, voor altijd. Each word learned is linked to a memory, making them hard to forget. Like katje, the day a kitten spooks Theo in the garden. Lekker, once you’ve made him a delicious batch of syrupy pancakes once again. Schat, treasure, and schatje—that is, you.

You’re still years of practice away from being fluent in Dutch, but at this point you’re fluent in Theo, and that’s really what matters.

And one night, Theo’s got you in a kiss when the both of you enter the room. You push at him just enough so that he sees the look on your face. “Teach me Dutch,” you say, half-teasing, and he laughs as he joins you in stripping off your clothes.

There’s no easier way to remember vocabulary than to learn it viscerally, carve it against your skin into a memory, and Dutch is no exception. You both fall into the bed in an entanglement of limbs, righting yourselves up just to catch each other in another kiss.

You cup both his cheeks, and he teaches you, “gezicht.” Face.

You kiss his forehead, and he says, “voorhoofd.”

You gently run your thumbs under his eyes, and he says, “ogen.”

“Kus,” he says, “is like this,” pulling you toward him in a kiss. You sigh into the word without much grace.

Pressing his lips against your throat, he teaches you, “hals.”

Grazing a fang onto your shoulder, “schouder.”

He sucks a bruise onto your collarbone and says, “sleutelbeen.”

The sensation makes your hand fly onto his hair, and with a chuckle he teaches, “haar.”

He takes your hand in his, presses a kiss onto your wrist. “pols.”

You cup Theo’s face in your hand and scour his body for more words, like a dictionary made of flesh. Your free hand grazes the scar on his back and with a sigh he teaches you “litteken.” You wonder if the same word applies to those found in his heart.

“Rug,” he teaches you, the vast expanse of his back.

Your hand goes down to his waist and he says, “taille.” You touch his hip and he says “heup.”

He gives you a mischievous look, one that suited his boyish features so much, your heart nearly stops. “Where is je favoriet?” he asks you, teasing. A phrase you’d learnt earlier. Your face flushes at the connotation but you refuse to give him the answer he wants, tapping his nose (“neus”) with a finger.

“You are mijn favoriet,” you respond, and you know when he steals your lips even more deeply than earlier is only because you’ve made him flustered. You laugh into the kiss and he growls.

Never one to be outdone, Theo pushes you backward onto the bed. The two of you share a short moment of intimacy, staring at each other’s eyes with the kind of searing fondness that always leaves you breathless, before he’s on his way down again to teach you.

“Dij,” he mouths against your thigh; lifts your leg up toward him, pressing kisses all the way down. “Knie. Kalf. Voet.” You nearly kick him when he kisses your foot but he holds you still. “Enkel.”

“But I haven’t taught you the most important one,” he says. Crawling back upward, he cups the apex of your thighs and grins. “Paradijs,” he says, and you hit him on the shoulder, covering your mouth with one hand. The laugh that rolls out of him makes your embarrassment worth it.

You pull him upward to take another kiss from him, and while you could have at it tonight, you just want to bask in his presence. You whisper “omhelzing?” hoping to get the pronunciation right or else he’ll ignore your plea to cuddle, thankful that he pulls you up to switch position.

He rests his head on your chest and says, “hoofdkussen,” with a sigh, and you’re not an expert yet, but you’re pretty sure that’s not what it should be.

You push him off with a groan (“you’re heavy!”) and the two of you switch to your usual cuddling position, Theo holding you in his arms and your head on his chest.

You don’t realize your hand has hovered over the spot on his chest right over his heart until he places his hand on yours.

Whispers into the listening night air:

“Voor altijd van jou.”

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in the atelier: The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

also in the atelier, hidden somewhere hard to find, is Gustave Courbet's L'Origine du monde. (and because it is hidden, you’ll have to find it on your own. do be careful when you look it up though.) that painting singlehandedly inspired the paradijs bit, so it has to be mentioned.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp theo #ikevam #ikevam theo #atelier heart #fic #me and my 41 duolingo dutch crowns worked hard for this #speaking your language

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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if you haven’t already, could you do something with being childhood bffs with george and it developing into romance?

Aw, this is cute 🥺 of course!

Ik I've done the teddy!george to Beatle George romance, so for this I'm going to do like actual kids to like high school/teddy! George romance :)

Also, this is super long sorry, but idk how to do a cut so oof 💀 anyway, enjoy!

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You've known him since forever, the boy with the raven hair and funny eyebrows.

You're earliest memories go back to growing up on the streets of Liverpool. Causing trouble on the playground, getting into mischief behind your mother's backs...

He was your best friend. Still is, as a matter of fact. Until the day everything changed.

You're story starts off on a playground, during a mild day in mid August. The sun is shining brightly and the birds are chirping and flitting through the trees happily. If only you could say the same for your mood.

The old swing set creaks methodically as you and George go back and forth.

It's your last summer before your senior year of high school. You two have been going to the same school this whole time at least, but you can't help this nagging feeling that you and George are going to drift apart after school.

He's changed so much since you were kids.

Lately he's made some... other friends. It's not that that's bothering you of course. No, it's more so that they're all teddy boys. And now, so is George. Not to mention they fancy themselves a start up band, which has only been eating up more of George's time away from you.

Besides, you have no idea what to expect with this final year. Honestly, you're scared as it is, and even the thought of losing your best friend is too much to bear.

"Whatcha thinking about square?", George detects the worry undulating off of you, despite the neutral expression on your face. He knows you too well.

You snap out of your thoughts and paint a smile on your face, "Oh, nothing! Are you looking forward to your final year?"

George fixes you with a look. He doesn't believe that nothing's wrong, but knows to not push you if you don't want to talk about it. "Suppose so, although more just to get it over with. Oh, that reminds me! The lads and I have a gig lined up in a few weeks, can you believe it?"

You're heart drops, and you fear you can already feel him slipping away. "That's wonderful George, I can't believe it!"

His face lights up, "Isn't it? We're going to the top I tell you, I'm sure of it!" George digs his boots into the mulch abruptly, and you slow to a stop as well. "Um, I don't suppose you'd come to the gig, will you?"

You fix him with a suspicious look, there's something afoot here... "When and where?"

"The pub downtown, two months from tomorrow, at 3 am", George's voice gets quiter as he goes. The old him would know not to ask something like that in a million years. After all, your parents would never allow it. And if you got caught...

"George... I-"

He cuts you off, suddenly feeling bad it seems, "No no! I-it's alright, I shouldn't have asked. It's not right, you have school and all"

"So do you, ya know", you lean in and laugh a bit, trying to lighten the mood. Thankfully the tension seems to melt and George laughs, brushing off the accusation. At last he stands and offers to walk you home. You agree and take a few steps after him...

...Only to trip over an old piece of tarp sticking up from under the mulch.

You let out a yelp, but before you hit the ground, George catches you. He helps you up right and holds onto you for a moment to make sure you're steady, "That was close! You alright square?"

"Fine, thanks to you", you laugh, then kick some mulch over the exposed tarp. "Damn thing..."

George laughs and the two of you walk on, "Say, do you remember when we were kids and you fell off that same swing set?"

"Ugh, how could I forget! I still have the scar on my knee", you pout.

"Really? I didn't know it was that bad"

"It certainly was! Don't you remember, after I fell you picked me up an-"

"...Carried you all the way home?", George finishes the thought for you.

You smile distantly, reminiscing on better days. "Yeah..."

The two of you talk a bit more about your younger days. All sorts of fun and embarrassing stories come to light as you make your way through town. For a moment, you feel like you're with the old George again.

And then, it all screeches to a halt as you arrive on your doorstep.

"Well, here you are then!"

"Yeah... Um, see you tomorrow per chance?"

George's face falls, "Oh... Actually I have practice with the lads... Then I'm helping with chores around the house all this weekend. M-maybe we can hangout again next week?"

The smile you give him doesn't quite reach your eyes, even as you agree that that sounds like a good plan.

It turns out that date does get pushed back a bit more, but you're thankful to have at least one last day together before school starts up again. Things are normal for a while. Well, the new normal, that is. George tries to be in three places at once between you, the lads, and school, and you're worried for him.

You keep waiting to see which of the three he's going to drop to take a load off his schedule... And you're deathly afraid it'll be you.

But somehow he manages to juggle all three, and before you know it, the night of the gig is upon you. George brings the topic up with you momentarily at school, just to give it another try. You’ve been feeling so estranged from him lately that you want nothing more then to say yes...

You just... can’t.

George says he understands, but he can’t mask the disappointment in his eyes. It’s the last look you see from him that day. However, that night, is a different story.

Clack... Clack. Clack clack... Clack.

A strange noise rouses you from sleep and you get up to investigate. It’s coming from the window... You peak outside to find George out in your yard, throwing rocks at the glass. He sees your outline and starts waving his arms franticly. Quickly, you check the time. It’s 2:03 am.

You heft the window open and George immediately starts chattering. “Morning square! I’m on my way to the pub, I thought maybe you could just sneak out with me since you want to go!”

“Are you mad? You’ll wake the whole house!”, you whisper angrily.

George drops his voice a bit too, but refuses to leave. He says a few more suave and charming words, but more then anything, you can’t deny that you do want to go with him... It takes a little convincing, but you make up your mind to go. You disappear to throw on some going out clothes and navigate your way down out the window and over the roof. It’s a little trick you learned from when you were young.

You haven’t done that in ages...

At last, you and George race off to the bus stop and as though sneaking out past midnight wasn’t exciting enough, the way he grabbed your hand to pull you along through the dark sent your heart soaring.

And when you arrive just in the nick of time the gig to start, you almost hate to admit how much fun you’re having. To think, you almost missed this... The boys are amazing up on stage and the crowd loves them. While you must say, they are all good, you didn’t take your eyes off of George the entire time.

One of the teds, Paul you think, steps up to the mic. “Thank you, you’ve all been wonderful! But before we go, there’s one last song we want to play for you... This goes out to all the sweethearts tonight, it’s called Love me do!”

It’s not on the itinerary, but the crowd whoops and applauds regardless. You focus your attention back to George and he winks at you. In that moment, you experience a feeling you’ve never had in your life. Your blood runs cold, yet you feel on fire. Your fingers and toes tingle, yet you still have complete control over your body. You feel weightless, and yet as though you could collapse.

The song is wonderful, but you were hardly able to pay attention, you were so busy mulling over what that wink meant...

When everything is over, George hurries to catch up with you after the show. He seems so alive.

"You were amazing up there Georgie, absolutely wonderful!"

"Really? You liked it?"

"Of course! I didn't know you were so talented! Why have you never played for me before?", You laugh, but George seems to grow shy all of a sudden.

"I didn't think you were interested... But uh, now I know, I suppose!", he laughs, trying to mend the awkwardness before you can interject. "You know what? We should be getting you home, yeah?"

You whip around to look at the clock. It's nearly 4:30. When you turn back to George, he can already see the panic in your eyes. Without another word, you both race out to the bus stop and wait anxiously to catch a ride.

George tries to make a little small talk and reasure you, but you're having a hard time loosening up. All you can think about is what'll happen if you're caught...

And when you get home, your worst fears are realized. Your dad is sitting on the front porch and the lightning your room has since been turned on. George goes to hold your hand, but you nudge him away as you trudge to your doom.

Your dad doesn't say a word. You already know how much trouble you're in. He looks at George with a deadly scowl etched into his face.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it was m-"

The door slams in his face, and all George can hear is the sound of yelling from the other side as he's forced to walk away.

You're not allowed to see George outside of school for a looooong time. Which is almost fine with you. You can't believe you listened to him...

George tries to apologise to you fervently the next time he sees you, but you blow him off. It takes a few days before you speak to him again, and George feels crushed. That night couldn't have ended more terribly. There was so much he wanted to tell you... But, he can't let you go.

Over time you come around to better terms with your lifetime friend. It takes some work, but George is determined to restore your trust in him. And slowly but surely, your grievance becomes forgotten. He hasn't spend this much time with you since you were children. And honestly? He hasn't been this fun since then either...

He takes you out for ice cream on weekends. You go to the park after school together nearly everyday, that you can. And once you're officially allowed to spend time with him, he even invites you over to watch practice with the lads.

And before you know it, winter has passed and spring is nearly gone too. It's the end of the year and there's one last hurrah to come before graduation. Prom season is upon you.

You know who you want to ask you, but you fear it's too much to even hope. But then, one sunny day...

Clack... Clack. Clack clack... Clack.

Curious, you get up from your desk and wander over to the window. You throw it open and look out. There in the lawn, George stands with a large, handwritten sign above his head. He looks up at you with big, puppy eyes, and he's never been more afraid in his whole life.

Prom? The sign reads.

You scamper out of your window, and nearly trip in your excitement to say yes. George drops his sign and catches you before you hit the ground. You jump up, alight with excitement, "Yes, yes!", you can't stop bouncing, even as George holds you steady.

George smiles at you with an affection you've never seen before. He doesn't say a word. Instead, he picks you up and gives you a spin while you yelp in surprise. When he puts you back down, the two of you share a long look and you think, there's no one in the whole world you'd rather give your first kiss to.

As though he can read your mind, George leans in slowly, giving you an option. But you can't contain yourself, you rush forward and throw your arms around his leather covered shoulders. The smell of his musky hair gel and warm leather jacket wash over you as he holds you tight.

It's the kind of embrace you'd grow familiar with. You don't know it now, but you'll find yourself wrapped in it for the rest of your days.

#the beatles #george harrison x reader #friends to lovers #teddy!george #highschool au #all the tropes lmao #Beatle fics

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improbus-ille-saevus · 2 years

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Post #1: Relationship Patterns

okay im gonna annoy you a bit further so i completely get it if you hate my guts but i need to get this off my chest. obv ur not my friend or therapist or anything like that and you dont owe me anything, its just something i feel like i need to ask someone because i really need an answer.

something about me seems to seriously exhaust people and i cant figure out what. ik i sound really naive and stupid for not noticing something that apparently so obvious about myself but i seriously cant see it. maybe its my persistence and inability to let go of things/certain topics?? idk im in the right ball park but still really far away from figuring out the actual definite thing,,if that even exists,,theres something about me that makes it difficult to talk and i wish i could stop. this has happened time and time again and again and again with multiple different people over and over and over again. first impressions are neutral or good -> we get closer, things get better -> this disgusting part of my personality rears its ugly head and ruins the relationship. idk whats wrong with me in the first place so how am i supposed to fix it?

im not even talking about the whole "hating the world and hurting other people" thing because thats separate and very much a joke even if you dont believe me. im moreso talking about how the flow of that conversation went.

ur prob wondering why im asking this from you of all people when we dont really know each other that well at all but the thing is, when relationships end, people really just want to be over with it asap and move on so you never really get a chance to just like sit down with the person and like have a proper discussion about the relationship; what went wrong, who did what, what couldve been done better by which person etc... you just never get to review and reflect on everything that happened bc you just dont care for each other anymore. and since that conversation never happens, neither person *explicitly* learns from the relationship. everything is just inferred from the reactions of the other person, "oh when i did this, they seemed to like it so i should do more of that in my next relationship" and obviously this is a shit method of improving yourself because you're operating off of unreliable data.

And that is exactly why im asking you, selfish as it may be.

something about the way i talk really irks people and i need to know what it is so i can stop doing it. a long time i ago i thought it was because i made a lot of self deprecating jokes and that started making people uncomfortable. i never really understood why bc a lot of other people made the same type of jokes but no one ever had any problem with that. (when i tried to have this "Reflection" conversation with those friends they mentioned that it was only uncomfortable when i did it bc they knew i was being somewhat serious,,but isnt all humour based in reality to some degree anyways,,idk). and now im seeing the same thing reprising now, where i make a joke similar in vain of what amy says but for some reason its only weird when i do it,,,and i dont know why. anyways, to fix this whole low-self-esteem joke thing, i decided to go in the opposite direction, i'll be so overly (and obviously) egotistical and proud that it'll put everyone around me at ease because who doesnt love confidence right? clearly, as you pointed out,,,still does not work (for me). because now instead of coming off as small and pathetic i come off as big and arrogant. this puzzles me yet again because it seems to work for girls really well; when you know ur conventionally attractive and youre confident in yourself and you say you are the most important thing in the world (regardless of weather you genuinely believe it with your heart or not), it just works and everything is fine. why didnt it work out for me though? did i do something wrong? i still don't get it.

in the aforementioned previous reflection conversations people mentioned that my straightforwardness and open willingness to talk about unconventional topics (sex, human behaviour, feelings, etc...) put them off at first and made them really uncomfortable but over time they came to expect it from me and it wasn't that bad. I don't know what to do with this information,,is this quality about me a good thing or a bad thing and should i change it? an impossible question for you to answer yet i ask it regardless. I feel like I'm not a particularly funny person even when people tell me otherwise so i tend to default to these super serious topics which i've noticed really brings down the energy of the room and i feel super shitty for doing it but idk what it is about me that does it so idk how to fix it. even when talking about lighthearted topics it just doesnt feel authentic and i mess it consistently. i dont want people to always be serious around me but thats the type of environment i end up creating.. im not even sure if this is something that needs to be fixed,,?

I'm stuck between wanting to change myself to be a better person and staying true to who i am,,,whoever that is.

anyways, i went from hating myself too much to -> loving myself too much -> and now we're in the hating the world phase. to reiterate these are all just failed attempts at humour where i seem to keep missing the mark. again, ive other people do this style so much better than me and they make it work yet my hollow imitations cannot compare. they dont hold the same weight and despite the over-the-top absurdity, it garners criticism and distaste (as exhibited by you and everyone else there). so,,what did i do wrong? how can i fix it? these two questions weigh on my mind on every relationship that ends against my will (mutual ones too ig, bc in that case i genuinely want the other person to be better as well but i digress).

throughout all of these phases however, one thing has always prevailed and thats been the fact that i constantly self-sabatoge myself by making me, or my character, the butt of the joke (maybe this is the key, the answer to what ive been searching for, im not sure). you saw it today, there was the nurse thing, and countless other examples. i put myself in a demeaning/embarrassing position because it makes people laugh! and it brings up the energy which as i mentioned has been one of my major goals. yea it might not be the most conventional way to do it but its all i've known and its whats worked for me. is this a bad thing? should i stop it? how would i even go about accomplishing that when its so ingrained in my personality? if i were to remove it who would i become? how would i make people like me?

all of these questions and these *things* i've painted out for you are things that people generally dont think about, but i do. i overthink a fuckton and i've been thinking about this shit for 19 years so i cant just pretend i dont have these thoughts and just be the casual chill dude that everyone gets along with. that person thats the "glue" to every friend group, i envy that person a ton and that has never been me; ive only recently realized i do actually want to be that person but idek how to start on that journey. i cant sit here and pretend i dont care what people think of me, i genuinely didnt care for a long time and that was really attractive to some people but now i do care. and it is exhausting. i care about how i look, how i speak, how i come across, i care very much about how i talk, the things i talk about and other's perception of me. im not sure i care about this to an unhealthy degree but i've decided that i do in fact care now. thats why im here i guess. i wouldnt be asking if i didnt care.

but maybe i care too much? as you can probably guess by now, all my relationships (btw when i use this term i refer to SO's, friends, and just generally people who arent aquaintences in my life) have been relatively short. i dont have any childhood friends, i have moved around quite a bit, and ive just been in that cycle i mentioned for the majority of my life. maybe my inexperience with long-term relationships contributes to this but obviously i do not know what i dont know. anyways, since i move from one relationship to the next sequentially, with about a handful of relationships at a time, i tend to hold onto them very tightly. you might think this odd since most kids who moved often eventually developed thick skin and placed a certain degree of emotional distance from even their closest humans because they feel like at some point it could all be ripped away from them. this is normal. this is what most people did. i did not. for some godforsaken reason i went the opposite way. instead of emotionally distancing myself, i go into each relationship headfirst with open arms and nothing to hold back (now ur starting to see why i overshare so much). i know i'm going to turn them off, i know im going to get hurt, but i do it anyways bc that connection is a high. having someone who truly understands you on such a foundational level is fucking intoxicating, and once that relationship is taken away from me, i must search fervorously for the next one. this *blind rage* of sorts obviously sours things and destroys the precautions i had in place to not repeat my patterns but i guess i just can't help myself. anyways, once the initial surge wanes and the rose-tinted glasses come off the relationship stagnates and it is my fault and i dont know what to do. as you can probably guess by now im *bit* dramatic with my life; so what do we do in dramas when things get stale? we start some ACTION! i will be spontaneous and do/say weird things or try and push the relationship further by getting to know them on an even deeper level;;;;i'll do anything to convince them (and i guess myself?) that i am not boring. sometimes it works well and they reciprocate and it goes really well, or theyre turned off and pull back. thats really unfortunate. now we're at a crossroads, let me walk you down both roads bc this clearly isnt long enough already!

Path 1: they pull back see at this point any reasonable person who would recognize the situation would probably just sit back and let things return to normal and continue the relationship with a safe and healthy boundary. not me. i notice them pulling back and i get fucking terrified. i dont know if its permanent or temporary or what idk it just freaks the fuck out of me. so what do i do? i go even deeper because i dont want to let them go. i dont want to go through the pain of losing another person remember that shit hurts really fucking bad so i will do everything in my power to ensure that this relationship does not end. as you know by now, i dont shy away from these topics that really should be left alone so what do i do? i get confrontational. i ask them what went wrong, what did i do, how can i make it better, how can i make me better etc.... This obviously (to you and other normal people perhaps, not me tho) has the opposite affect and turns them off even more and the relationship ends and my questions stay unanswered yet again.

Path 2: the reciprocate (oh god im doing paths i rlly am an npc :sob: ) omg they reciprocated! this is great! so fantastic! i'm going to keep this person close so they never leave me and hurt me. i'll always have someone who i share that integral bond with and i can never let that go, its so precious i have to protect it, i have to protect them. i get clingy,,,*really really clingy*. this is not a good look. obviously it turns them off. but they love me as much as i love them....or do they? who likes who more? who is more invested in who? who will be more hurt when the relationship ends? the relationship will end at some point, we're not gonna be this close when we're 80,,, i should prepare for that. These thoughts plague my mind. i set everything up so that i am not hurt and appear okay. they text me, i do not respond. on imessege, ig, snap, even tiktok, i ensure that they are the last person who talked so that my monkey brain experiences a false sense of superiority like i was the better one who didnt need them. They reciprocated my love for them and i respond by destroying them [im just now realizing as im writing this that maybe the evil, destroying people thing wasnt a joke after all lmao. maybe it still is; its prob some combination of both]. Anyways, i set everything up to end smoothly so this means i should be able to have my perfect trademarked "Reflection Conversation" right? wrong. at this point, theyre too tired of me, im sick of them. the conversation might happen, it might not. even if it does it isnt satisfactory. they dont put their full effort it, why should they? the relationship is over right? why try? they dont get feedback, they dont give it to me. we continue with our lives doomed to make the same mistakes over and over and over again until someone points it out for us,,or they dont and we're doomed to be the creatures of our own ignorance destined to never truly connect with another human on that *true* level and actually have it fucking last.

Thats why im here. i need someone to point it out for me i think. because i won't magically realize all the ways im fucked up by myself. i understand that its pretty fucking dumb to ask this task from someone like you when even people who loved me weren't able to do it. if you take the time to read this and actually provide guidance for someone who's basically a stranger, I thank you. if not, well i cant really blame you.

thanks, and sorry for pissing you off yet again. im clearly very talented at this so i need to get my ego boost from somewhere

P.S. this ended up being wayyyyyyyy longer than i thought it would sorryy :3 i think once i started writing i just got a bit carried away and just went all out. its a bit messy and all over the place but its from the heart (or lack thereof lol. apologies once again for the length but i hope you do read it.

#relationship #overthinking

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notbang · 4 years

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rethaniel appreciation week day 3 → friction

nothing but the raw deal

It takes her a minute to register her surroundings when she stirs, unfamiliar as she is with them, even if the person currently sharing their sheets with her is someone she knows almost as intimately as herself, at this point.

“Mmm, good morning,” Rebecca hums, stretching and curling into him.

She’s just in the middle of craning her neck to get at his mouth to steal a kiss—morning breath be damned—when Nathaniel wraps a giant palm around her shoulder, holding her at arm’s length.

“What the hell happened to your face?”

“Well, rude,” she says, frowning, and then she starts to get an inkling of what he’s talking about because the pull of the grimace makes her skin feel tight and hot and sore. “Ugh. Dude. You. You happened to my face.” She shifts experimentally and immediately winces, dropping back down and burying her head with a sleepy, disgruntled groan. “And apparently also to places that are not my face.”

Re-emerging from beneath her pillow, she flips back the blankets, exposing the entirety of the unmistakable path of irritated skin rising into welts between her breasts and grazing a trail across her belly and below. Her left inner thigh got the brunt of it, she notes with only some mild contortion, where the general blotchiness is already breaking out into angry little red spots.

Nathaniel, to his credit, looks vaguely horrified.

She waves him off. “It’s fine, it was self inflicted. Kinda.” He raises a disbelieving eyebrow at her. “Fine—it was definitely mostly self inflicted, based on the indisputable fact that I was the one enthusiastically sitting on your face. Not that you needed much encouragement, for the record. And not to mention that you’re, like, the one with the face of a thousand spiky deaths that inspired the enthusiastic riding to begin with.”

“You said you liked the beard!” he says, an edge of panic dislodging some of the quintessential haughty defensiveness from his voice.

“I did like the beard,” she assures him. “Guatemala looks good on you. I’m just having some second thoughts about it now, in the cold light of day, where my entire body is on fire.” She swears she sees him pale in response, so she can’t resist grabbing for her foot and teasing, “Oh, nope—see, you missed a spot.”

Expression pinched, he continues to bristle about it as he gets up and sets about collecting their scattered clothing from where it’s been strewn across his hardwood floor, and it doesn’t entirely make sense, the way this prickly back and forth with him in the immediate aftermath of their long-awaited reunion fills her with such overwhelming fondness.

Nathaniel’s new apartment is bigger than his old one, but the interior design is currently a lot less magazine spread, a lot more living out of the miscellaneous boxes he’s only recently pulled from storage. One of the pitfalls to his bed actually being enclosed in, well, a bedroom this time around is that when he disappears to the bathroom, he’s both completely out of sight and earshot.

When he comes back, his jaw is entirely clean-shaven.

“Wow. You work quick.” When he shoots her a pointed look—something distinctly in the vein of you of all people should know why!—she can’t help but grin. “Aww. You’re so cute when you think you’ve somehow ruined your chances with me by giving me the ol’ stubble trouble.”

He still isn’t sharing in her amusement—she supposes she should know, by now, that making fun of him is always going to elicit a mixed bag—so she switches her expression to reassuring instead. “Nathaniel, honestly, it’s no big deal. I’ll slap some moisturiser on it and buy some concealer for my chin. Worst case scenario, I walk with an unfortunate waddle for a day or two. Which, you know what? Is just as easily blamed on… other parts of you than your facial hair. Also, how has this never happened to you before? When I first met you the razor-sharp scruff was basically your whole look.”

“Huh,” he says, some of the tension going out of him as he considers this, last night’s shirt still hanging limply in his hand. “Guess I never stuck around long enough—or paid enough attention—to find out.”

She pouts out her lower lip and places a hand to her heart. “See? That just makes it all the more romantic that you’re here, experiencing this ordeal with me now.”

He huffs, making a beeline for his hamper.

Having lost interest in his ongoing need to channel his persistent unease into creating some kind of order from their collective chaos, she collapses back on the bed, sticking her legs up in the air and splitting them, making a pathetic noise in accompaniment but on the whole completely unconcerned with her own—admittedly unseemly—display.

“Is that really necessary?” Nathaniel asks, pulling a face. “Does that actually help?”

“Unless you plan on getting in there with some WD-40, yeah, this is what we’re doing right now. Why, you expecting guests, or something?”

He balls up her light blue underwear and throws them at her. “Would you put on pants if I were?”

“I mean, I would probably be forced to consider it, yeah.”

“Glad to hear you still have a shred of dignity intact.”

“It is hanging by an admittedly small thread.”

After a long moment of staring at her, during which she makes no attempt to decrease the degree of her exposure, a strangled kind of cough works its way out of him that she thinks might finally be a laugh.

She drops her legs even wider and props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. “Are you having a stroke?”

“No,” he says, turning away briefly to compose himself. “I just—You’re so—I don’t know.” His eyes slink slowly back to hers. “I don’t… know… anyone like you.”

It could just be coincidence—that she’s merely reaching the upper limits of her own admittedly measly muscular endurance—but her knees start to cave in on her a little. She sits up properly, a toothy smile blossoming across her face of its own accord. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nathaniel affirms, and comes to sit beside her on the bed.

After a few seconds of contented silence, she asks, “Nathaniel?”

“Mmm?”

“Did you just fall a little bit in love with me while I was bearing my beard-burned vagina at you?”

He makes a show of sighing loudly and rolling his eyes away from her, so she knows without a glimmer of doubt that the answer is yes. Heart bright and full, she grabs his hand in hers and squeezes, re-commanding his attention.

“Hey. I l…ike your new rug,” she says with mock sincerity, waggling her eyebrows at him when he registers the bait and switch. “Wonder what shade of red it’ll bring out in my knees.”

Nathaniel growls, making sure to push her back against the mattress by her relatively unscathed shoulders.

“You’re an asshole,” he tells her lightly, skin smooth against hers, and his voice is laced with nothing but the utmost affection.

#crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca x nathaniel #rethanielAW #rethaniel #my fic #this was originally just titled 'raw' because do you see what i did there

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imagine-that · 4 years

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“Y/n, open the door please.” Elijah said softly from the other side of your room door.

“Elijah, go away.” You pleaded sadly.

You’d been walking through the New Orleans streets with him over an hour ago when you’d seen a Christmas tree and scurried away. When you’d thought Elijah was no longer behind you, you came back to the compound and locked the door to your room. You hadn’t left since.

“My sweet y/n please open the door. I know why you’re upset.” He says again. “That Christmas Tree. It upset you. Please talk to me about it.” He pleads himself.

“My parents and little brother died in a plane crash coming home to me on Christmas. I just... don’t like the holidays anymore. Nothing to tell.” You explain briefly.

You could hear Elijah breathing heavily through the door. You could tell he was tired and was feeling sad for you.

“Please just... go away. I just need some time to myself.” You sigh, your eyes filling with tears.

You hold back those tears until a few seconds later when you hear his footsteps moving away from your door.

You lay in your bed and cry for a good hour, wishing more than anything that the time of year would go away for good.

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“Y/n love, could I come in?” A familiar voice says from outside the door.

You sniffle a little bit and take a deep breath. “Come on in Klaus.” You say hoarsely, knowing he can hear you no matter how quietly you speak.

“Now love, you know Elijahs upset. What I want to know is why.” He says as he takes a seat across from you.

You watch the holiday lights blinking on the balconies from out your window sadly as you speak to him. “Because I’m upset. Because I’ve been crying all afternoon.” You offer. “God, I can’t believe I- I hurt Elijah. H-how could I do this to- to him?” You say, realization hitting. Suddenly, you burst into tears.

Klaus watches you, panicked. He tries patting your back softly to comfort you but it doesn’t work and you start crying harder, soft squeaky sobs coming out of your throat.

“Niklaus what on earth did you do?” Elijah demands as he walks into your room.

“I was trying to comfort y/n and it... didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.” He responds.

Elijah gives him a hardened stare. “I told you Niklaus. Y/n asked for space. Now will you please honour that request just as I myself have decided to do?” He finally says after a moment.

Klaus nods and leaves the room without another word, a quite rare turn of events.

“Would you like to talk about anything yet y/n?” He asks, sitting down next to you.

“I just... my family died on a plane ride on their way home to me for the holidays. If they weren’t on that plane in the first place...” you trail off sadly, more tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Elijah gently raises a hand and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “You are not at fault my darling y/n. No one is. They would want you to continue enjoying the holidays.” He assures you.

You lean into him, wrapping your arms around him and embracing him tightly. He holds you on his chest and for a moment, the two of you lay in your bed Ike that peacefully.

“Now please. Get dressed. And in something nice. I have something special planned for you.” He says, kissing you carefully on the forehead.

You give him a fake pouty face. “Y/n I would like to do something special for you. Please allow me to?” He asks. You nod slowly after a second.

He leaves your room and Rebekah steps in.

“Hey y/n.” She says with a kind smile.

“Hi Rebekah.” You say quietly.

“Elijah wanted me to help you pick something nice to wear. How’re you doing though? Any better than this morning?” She asks.

You smile weakly. “A bit. Elijah helped.” You say. She wraps an arm around you and gives you a supportive squeeze.

Once Rebekah pulls you out of bed and over to your closet, the two of you pick out a pair of dark jeans and a crimson coloured woolly sweater well suited for a formal occasion but also comfortable.

Rebekah leaves the room and once again Klaus enters.

“I wanted to apologize. For what I said earlier. I never meant to overstep y/n.” He explains.

Just as you’re about to accept his apology, Freya walks in.

“Don’t you guys knock in this house?” You ask in very slight disbelief.

Ignoring your question, Freya turns to Klaus.

“Niklaus, you know Elijah wouldn’t like you speaking to y/n. Not after earlier.” She warns slightly.

“Freya, it’s fine. He came to apologize and I accept it. It’s my fault really. I’m always a bit of a mess around Christmas.” You explain.

“Well alright. Elijah is waiting. Come on you two.” Freya says, gesturing towards the door.

You walk out the door and begin down the stairs when you stop in your tracks.

There, at the bottom of the stairs, stands Elijah looking dashing as ever in a suit and smiling at you brighter than you’d ever seen.

“Your surprise is to come later y/n.” He says, the smile never leaving his face.

The two of you walk hand in hand outside.

“Elijah....” you say, at a loss for words. You’d never been very good at talking about your feelings.

He takes your hand and guides you onto the sidewalk.

“Now that we’re out of my siblings earshot, will you please talk to me a little more?” He asks.

You sigh. “I’m worried Elijah.” You admit finally.

“Of what my dear?” He asks, concerned.

“I’m worried that... that if I move on with my life... if I celebrate Christmas again... it’ll be like I’m moving on from my family. Like I’m replacing them.” You explain, staring at the ground to avoid his eyes.

“My dear, sweet sweet y/n. Your family knows you would never replace them.” He promises. “They would want you to be happy.” He says with a small smile, pulling you into a hug.

You sigh again. “I’ll think about it.” You finally decide. Elijah nods understandingly.

With that said, the two of you continue walking until you start shivering. Elijah pulls off his suit jacket and pulls it over your shoulders.

“A true gentleman.” You smile.

Once again, he takes your hand and the two of you stroll back around to the compound together.

As you walk in the door, you gasp.

There, in the middle of the compound, stands the tallest evergreen you’d ever seen completely decked out in lights and baubles.

“What- what is this?” You ask, beginning to tremble a little.

“Y/n, I know you don’t want to hurt your family. I know you never would. But I also know they would never want you to be unhappy.” Elijah starts. “If you being happy means you celebrating Christmas again, I know they would want you to do it.” He continues.

“I’m sure you don’t want to jump all in. And I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking that you consider living your life without guilt for something you did not cause.” He says. “So y/n. Will you please enjoy a Christmas with me and my family?” He asks, a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks.

“Elijah, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. My family... they would want me to enjoy Christmas. It was their favourite time of year. And it should be mine again too.” You admit.

You jump into his arms in a big hug. He falls back a bit, surprised but quickly regains his balance.

“How did you do all of this?” You ask.

“With help.” He says, gesturing towards his family members standing by the tree.

“You guys are amazing.” You gush, smiling back at all the Mikaelsons.

As Elijah and you move to get closer to the rest of the family, Rebekah stops you.

“It looks like you two are under the mistletoe.” She smiles. You look up and sure enough, she’s right.

You look back to Elijah. “That’s one tradition I am totally fine with.” You say with a smile. He chuckles as you both lean into each other for a passionate kiss.

“Merry Christmas my dear sweet Y/n.” He says softly into your ear.

“Merry Christmas Elijah.” You say with a smile.

Then, the two of you gather around the giant tree with the rest of the family, your joint hands never falling apart.

#elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson imagines #tvd imagine #the originals imagines #the vampire diaries imagines #the vampire diaries #the originals #imagines #imagine #elijah mikaelson imagine #christmas imagine #christmas imagines

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novannna · 3 years

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Write Our Story in the Stars

Chapter 3

so for school we did nanowrimo and i actually like the story I wrote so i’m posting it to tumblr :)

This story is about a girl and a princess who grow up together, closer than sisters. The girl wants only to be the princess’s guard so they can stay together forever. When she gets a chance to prove herself worthy to be the princess’s sole protector, she jumps on the oppurtunity. She and the princess leave on a journey to find a stolen treasure. While on the journey, the girl finds out a dark secret about her past….(cliche, ik)

Link to previous chapter here

Wc 2820

The girl made her way back to the princess, thoughts clouding her mind. Countless feelings raged inside her, but one was more vibrant than the rest.

Anger.

Pure, undiluted rage. It filled her up, heating her body and turning her vision red.

But part of her was still trying to make her see the whole story. The king had a country to run, he could not afford to lose a powerful weapon. But he also did not punish the man who had killed her mother. He had denied them asylum. He had sent her to live with a family who hated her, and never spared her another thought until she turned up on their doorstep, dragged in from the cold by their own daughter.

No, the king deserved every inch of her anger. But did the princess?

This was what the girl grappled as she trekked back to the camp, and later as she stared up at the night sky. Did the princess deserve her betrayal. She had no part in any of it. She had only ever helped the girl.

But she also cast her shadow over the girl. It was hard to never see the light. And the princess took it all in. Not intentionally, but she still did. And it hurt like hell.

Maybe the princess should fall. Maybe not.

Or maybe, the girl should burn the whole kingdom down.

Chapter 3

Talia blinked sleepily, and stretched her arms over her head.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Mallory laughed. She wore a wide smile.

“Morning,” she yawned back. “Why are you so cheerful?”

“Today is the day! The day I deliver you to the jewel of Asno, and earn my place at your side.”

“Hm.” Talia rubbed her eyes. “Is that really today?”

“It sure is,” the captain butted in. “The king only learned of its location recently, when a group of merchants reported strange happenings around a mountain. We knew it was hidden somewhere around here, but not where.”

Mallory snarled to herself. But she kept her smile firmly fixed on her face. “So how did the jewel end up all the way over here?”

“About twenty years ago, a couple broke into the royal vault. They stole the jewel and were going to sell it to our kingdoms rivals.”

“And what happened to them?” Mallory pressed.

The captain shifted uncomfortably. “They were sent to prison, and died a few years later.”

Mallory’s vision turned bright red. She felt every part of her body light up. He lied. He had the nerve to sit in front of her, and lie about her parent’s fate. He had no reason to lie, it changed nothing. But he still did.

“Ah,” she said, keeping the quiver of rage out of her voice. “We should get going. The sooner we get there, the better.”

Talia slowly rose. “Sounds good,” she said while rubbing her eyes. “Brr. It’s cold.”

“Is it?” Mallory barely felt anything over the insane temperature inside her.

“So,” Talia turned to the captain. “What does the Jewel do?”

“We don’t know,” he replied.

“How’s that possible?” Mallory asked.

He shrugged. “We’ve never been desperate enough to use it. It’s power is enormous. No one would use it without considering the great destruction it would cause.”

“So what’s the point of getting it if we’ll never use it?”

“It’s better safe in our vaults, then out in the world where anyone could get a hold of it.

Mallory almost scoffed. Safe in their vault. Only a fool would believe that it was safe in the possession of the king. “Why can only a member of the royal family hold it?” she asked instead.

“They are the only people whose blood is strong enough to survive it. Their ancestor carved the jewel from stone themself, and in doing so exposed themselves to the stone's power. It drove them mad, but it was enough to build a resistance to the jewel’s influence.”

Before Mallory could respond, they heard the clattering sound of a horse's hooves.

Mallory reached out, and yanked Talia behind her. She drew her sword and sank into a defensive crouch. The captain did the same. The hoofbeats stopped, and it sounded as if someone jumped to the ground. They waited, barely daring to breath.

A body stepped into their campsite. Mallory charged forwards and swept her leg out, connecting solidly to their knee. They fell down to the ground with an oomph. She tapped her sword against the person’s heart.

“One move and I’ll…” the words died out in her throat. “Aram?” She asked, astonished. The youngest member of the guard sat in front of her, cringing up at her. “WHat the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sent by the king,” he said in a quivering voice. “Asnon is under attack. Monopya is attacking us, and we need your help.”

“We’ll never make it in time,” the captain muttered. “Not all of us.”

“captain, you go back and command our troops. Me and Mal will go on to get the jewel. We’ll bring it back to save our home.” Talia lay her hand on The captain’s arm. “It’s our only chance.”

“But- I can’t leave you…” he started.

Mallory forced a smile onto her face. “I’ll protect her. Don’t worry.”

The captain paused for a moment before nodding. “Fine. Hurry. We don’t have much time.” He looked at his things, then shook his head. “It’ll be better to travel light. If we go with only the bare bones, then we’ll be able to make the journey in three days.” He headed to his horse, and began to untie her.

“Wait!” Talia said. She threw herself into his arms. “Be safe. And save my home.”

The captain straightened and saluted. “I’ll do my best princess.” He jumped onto his horse and led her to the road. “Aram, we don’t have any time to waste!”

“Right!” Aram hurried after him. “Good luck Princess!” He called out.

“You too,” Talia called back to him.

The horses galloped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

“Tal, we need to get to the jewel,” Mallory prompted.

“Right.” Mallory could see a glimmer of tears in her eyes, but Talia walked over to her horse. “We’ll leave right away. My father needs us.”

Mallory held an arm out to the princess. She accepted it, and Mallory lifted her up into her horse’s saddle.

Mallory hopped into her own horse's saddle. “If we leave now, we should get there by noon.”

“Then we have no time to waste.” The Princess jerked the reins and her horse started forwards. Mallory glanced one last time at the camp. She could make the faint outline of the old well through the trees. She bowed her head one last time to the memory, and then continued after the princess.

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They arrived at the mountain after a few hours of riding. The giant black rock stretched up above them, and a huge gaping hole stretched out.

Mallory took in a deep breath and hopped off her horse. She tied it to a nearby tree, and did the same for Talia’s.

“This is it,” Talia breathed. She stared up at the towering cliff, an emotion Mallory couldn’t identify in her eyes.

“Are you scared?” Mallory asked.

“A little,” Talia admitted.

Mallory grabbed her hands. “Hey. We’ll get through this. Together.”

“Promise?” Talia’s wide brown eyes glanced fearfully up at Mallory’s.

And it broke her heart to answer, “I promise.” She pulled Talia tight against her, hugging her for what may be the last time. Their breathing slowed and matched together. “Whatever happens I’ll be with you. I’ll be by your side forever.”

Talia nodded gratefully. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Her soft lips curled into a smile, and she squeezed Mallory’s hands tight. They stood there for a second, leaning into eachother’s warmth. Oh how Mallory would miss this. How she would miss this girl. She could not imagine life without her. But she also wanted a life out of the shadow. And she would not ever forgive her father, and anyone who he loved or loved him.

But Mallory shoved those thoughts out of her mind. She focused only on the pleasantness of this moment. She focused on this girl she loved so much.

Her sister in every way but blood.

And all the dark thoughts were banished to the far corners of her mind where they lay waiting for Mallory to leave Talia’s tight embrace.

And even though she wanted to freeze this moment in time forever, she could not. And it was pointless to drag the pain out.

So she pulled away from her friend.

“No point in wasting time. Let’s go save our home,” she said with a tight smile.

Talia nodded. She took in a deep shuddering breath. “Let’s go.”

She squared her shoulders and faced the cave. She held out her hand to Mallory, and they entered the cave together.

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The darkness seemed to swallow them up. Mallory knelt and lit a dry stick in fire. The weak light showed a split in the rock, each heading down.

“Your journey Mal. Which way?” Talia asked.

Mallory shrugged. “To the left I guess?”

“Left it is.” Talia marched forwards, into the left tunnel.

Mallory shook her head, and followed after her.

“Do you think Asnon is okay?” Talia asked fearfully after ten minutes of walking.

Mallory tried not to groan. Let the country burn to the ground. They all deserved it. “I’m sure they are fine. And we can’t do anything anyways. It’s better to not worry about it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just...what if they are all dead?”

“Talia, you can’t change anything. It’s pointless to worry.” Mallory squeezed her hand reassuredly.

Talia nodded, unconvinced. “So… this is it.”

Mallory groaned. “Talia what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just trying to fill the silence.”

“No. I know you. What’s bothering you?” Mallory asked. “Your dad? Asnon? Monopya?”

Talia shook her head. “None of those. I’m fine.” She continued forward, head high.

Mallory spotted the trap a moment before it was too late.

“Talia!” She screamed, as she lunged forward. She barreled into the princess, knocking her to the floor just as a row of spikes shot out inches above their heads.

Mallory lay breathless on top of Talia, her heart still racing. They both lay there for a second, gasping for air.

“Dont, ever do that again,” Mallory finally breathed out, her short hair brushing against Talia’s lips. She sat up, and sagged backwards. Her heartbeat started to return to its normal rhythm.

Talia nodded shakily. “No problem.”

Mallory examined the spikes. “We’ll need to be careful. Whoever hid the jewel didn’t want anyone to find it. This is just the beginning. It’ll only get worse.”

And it did. It got so much worse. They had a near-death experience every few feet. But Mallory navigated them through it all. She led them through spikes and pits and sudden falls.

And, eventually, they reached the end.

The end of the path ended with a simple narrow doorway.

After everything, it felt a little anticlimactic.

Mallory trailed her hand along the rough rock. She could almost feel the phantom presence of her family watching over her, snarling at the princess.

She was leading the princess to the thing her parents had died to keep hidden. But it did not matter now. It was too late for second guesses.

So she turned to the princess again, waiting for her orders.

“We’re here,” Mallory said, gesturing to the small doorway.

“How can you tell?”

“Can’t you feel it? In the air, in the walls, in my bones. It feels right.”

Talia considered it for a moment. “I guess?”

“You ready?” Mallory asked, already stepping towards the doorway.

“Not really.” Talia still stepped forward. Each step was timid and slow. She was scared. Paralyzed with fear.

But, nevertheless, she stepped through the doorway, and into the room.

And fell to her knees with a small gasp and expression of rapture.

And when Mallory followed, she could tell why.

The jewel pulsed in the center of the room, held up by nothing but air.

It’s aura of power reached out and stuck Mallory in the gut. It didn’t hurt. Just felt powerful.

It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The swirling colors never settled. It was a milky white, with an iridescent sheen, and it seems like faint patches of every color swirled around.

Talia pushed herself to her feet, and held out a hand to Mallory.

Mallory ignored it, and rose to her feet on her own.

Talia sighed and faced Mallory.

“I lied to you,” she said softly. “I am so scared right now.”

“It’s okay. Asnon will get through. No matter what happens.”

“No, no. It’s not that that I'm scared of.” Shame flooded her face. “I should be but, I’m scared for myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just… what the captain said about the jewel, it seemed like holding it might kill me. Or drive me mad. Or have something really bad happen to me. But I have to get it back home.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “What if I die? What if it kills me?”

Mallory’s face softened. “You have no idea what will happen. Don’t jump to conclusions. Besides, you have royal blood. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not worthy enough? What if I’m nothing, and it kills me? What if I lose you forever?” Tears and snot dripped down her face now.

“You're not worthy,” Mallory said simply. “No one is. But, if you asked me, you're the best person I know. And if anyone could survive it, it’d be you.”

Talia nodded and wiped her face off with her hands, smearing grime everywhere. “Thank you Mal.”

“So, princess. Are you ready to save your home?”

“No, but I don’t think I’ll ever be.” She straightened, and pulled her shoulders back. “If for some reason something happens, it wasn’t your fault. You did the best you could, and I don’t want that weight on your shoulders.”

“Talia…” Mallory tried to smile, but she could not make her face cooperate.

Talia tried to smile as well, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I love you so much Mallory. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. You will always be the best friend I can ask for.”

She struggled to inch closer to the jewel. Mallory followed, and winced as wave after wave of pure power crashed into her. She didn’t understand how her parents had carried it all the way here. It rang in her head, making her dizzy, but she still struggled after the princess.

“Almost there,” Talia grunted. She was indeed only a few feet from the jewel. Mallory called out, “wait tal. Don’t go on your own.” She panted, and then jogged forwards, head bowed against the rising pressure. “I… have to.. Take care of... you.” She gasped.

Talia didn’t say anything, but she did stop. She held her hand out for Mallory, and Mallory clutched it quickly. She hauled herself forward.

They both stood there gasping for breath.

“We’ll be able to get there together easier,” Mallory said.

“Together then?” Talia held out her hand.

Mallory hesitated, then slipped her own hand into it. “Together.”

The two of them stepped together, legs moving in sync. They slowly made progress, until they stood in front of the pulsating jewel.

“This is it.” Talia stood tall, nothing but power in her stance. But her eyes betrayed how she was feeling.

“This is it,” Mallory echoed.

The pure energy from the jewel was even worse now. It felt like it was burying Mallory into the ground. But she refused to relent. She was the only one in charge of her body, and she would not let some stone defeat it.

“I don’t think I can handle it. I can barely stand next to it, let alone hold it.”

“You have to.”

“I know.” Talia glanced fearfully at Mallory, then cupped her hands together. “So this is the end.”

“Me and you.”

“You and me.”

“Together till the end.” Mallory smiled tightly.

Talia placed her small cupped hands underneath the stone.

It was all it took.

A wave of pure energy exploded from the stone. It washed over them, bathing them in the power. They struggled to stay upright. It went as quickly as it came.

And the stone dropped.

Right into Talia’s waiting hands.

No.

Not Talia’s.

Mallory did not even realize she was moving as she watched the jewel drop.

Her body moved on its own accord.

She snatched the jewel out of the air.

Right before it hit Talia’s fingers.

And Mallory smiled as she felt the warm stone in her hand.

And then… she fell apart.

#write our story in the stars #my ocs #talia #mallory #im sorry for the cliffhanger

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ikenbar · 4 years

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH3 PT10

Warnings: Mentions of scars, Lucien angst, protective Sam, fun times with Adri, and ye good ol cliffhanger :D

(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter three:

Part ten:

I whipped around. Lucien wore his simple smile as he caught my eyes in his. “You look nice.” Lucien tilted his head slightly, still smiling. His tone was as sweet as honey, not matching his eyes at all. The sound made me uneasy. If he could say something like that while feeling the way he obviously did, what was he hiding on the date? I opened my mouth to respond but I was immediately stopped by Sam, who had just jumped in front of me and thrust his arms open, protectively.

“Don’t you come near Ike!” Sam puffed out his chest, “I won’t let you hurt her anymore!” Lucien, who was once smiling at Sam’s brave act, suddenly frowned. He looked back up at me, startling me slightly.

“I hurt you?” He sounded genuinely hurt by the news.

Guilt swirled in my chest. I cleared my throat to try and maintain composure.

“Sam,” I used my usual tactles tone, making Sam snap to my attention, “Go downstairs and help prepare dinner. We will be down shortly.” Sam looked as if he wanted to argue but, sensing my icy stare, decided against it. He glared one last time at Lucien before running downstairs. I moved to the side slightly, allowing Adri a better view of Lucien.

“Adri,” I said in the same professional tone, “This is Professor Lucien. He is a close friend of Bart’s. Lucien, this is Adrienne. The newest addition to our foster home.”

“There’s no need for introductions.” Lucien walked a little further into the room with a hand outstretched, “Adrienne and I have already met.” Adri snapped her fingers.

“I knew I had seen you somewhere!” She said this proudly, accepting Lucien’s outstretched hand, “You gave a lecture for my class about biology!”

“That’s right.” Lucien’s smile brightened, “It is good to see you again, Adrienne.”

“How do you remember me?” Adri asked giddily. Lucien seemed to have this kind of impact on any girl who talked to him.

“You were the one who shot a spitball at me.” Lucien winked. Adri sunk in her overly large shoes.

“H-how did you know that was me?”

“I could see the straw sticking out of your coat.” Lucien’s eyes flashed with a teasing glare, “You need to find a better place to hide your evidence if you want to fool me.” Adri giggled nervously. Lucien chuckled, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell your teacher. But, I will ask that you hold your spitballs the next time I give a lecture.”

“You have my word.” Adri nodded happily. Her attitude had completely changed from when I first met her. I wish I could take the credit for that but I think we all knew who really made her the happiest that night.

“Adri!!” Maria called from down stairs, “Come help set up the table for dinner!!”

“Gotta blast.” Adri huffed slightly but still smiled at Lucien, “I’m glad to have seen you again, Professor! Hopefully we’ll see each other a lot more now that I live with your,” Adri flashed me a quick look, “‘friend~’” I glared at her.

“I’m sure we will.” Lucien waved Adri goodbye as she walked casually out of the room, obviously in no rush to leave. Adri flashed me one last look as she walked past me. I frowned and followed my gaze to her as she walked down the stairs.

Now, Lucien and I were the only ones left upstairs. It wasn’t until the awkwardness really set in when I had realized Maria had plotted this all along. Lucien walked up next to me. I braced myself slightly, ready for an attack. “How are you, Ike?” Lucien’s tone was soft.

“Good.” I kept my eyes glued to the staircase as I spoke, avoiding Lucien’s prying eyes, “You?”

“I’m fine, thank you. But I do have some questions. I hope it is alright that I ask them.”

I cringed slightly but nodded.

“Thank you. First thing’s first, are you angry at me?”

“No.” I answered simply but directly.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”I tensed at his words and scanned my mind for a valid excuse. Finding none, I dragged my eyes to meet Lucien’s. He smiled warmly at me. “That’s better.” He mused. I frowned and folded my arms.

“Is that all?” I asked, pushing back the urge to be sarcastic

“No.” Lucien said simply, “My next question is, were you hurt?”

“No.” I said slowly, “Why do you ask?”

“Your shirt was torn the other night.” Lucien tilted his head, “Along the sleeve if I remember correctly.”

“Oh that.” I rubbed the back of my neck and strayed my eyes from his, “Yeah it was just a small cut but it’s been taken care of.”

“Hm, interesting.” Lucien spoke in a way that sounded as if he were looking at an experiment. When I was about to ask him what was so interesting, he touched my raised arm. The feeling felt like lightning shooting up my arm. I pulled it back before Lucien could touch it anymore. He looked at me slightly taken aback.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“N-no.” I stuttered, “It’s just... been a while since someone... touched... my arm.” My words drifted slightly. I kept my eyes on the floor.

“I suppose that was rude of me to do.” Lucien’s polite tone made me look back up at him, “I’m sorry. But I’m glad you took care of it your scratch right away. Even the smallest of scratches could get infected.”

“So I’ve heard.” An image of Victor popped into my mind, “So... what was so interesting?”

“I thought I had imagined your scars from last night. I’m sorry to see they haven’t.”

“Nope.” My eyes dropped onto my sleeves, “Sorry if they make you uncomfortable.” I started rolling the sleeves back down my arm.

“Don’t worry.” Lucien stopped my hand, “As long as you are comfortable with them up, I am too.” I thought for a second.

“Cool.” I rerolled my sleeve and fixated my gaze back to the staircase, “I won’t then.”

“Good. I’m glad.” Lucien smiled warmly at me but that smile didn’t last long. He looked me in the eye and said, “I’ve got one more question.” I nodded and braced myself once again, “Why did you leave so abruptly last night? Is everything alright?”

“That’s two questions.” I bantered nervously, “You’ve got to choose one.” Surprisingly, Lucien took my joke seriously as he looked up and held his chin in thought.

“Alright.” He concluded, “I’m going to with the first one. The second question can be answered within that one.” I gulped. How was I going to phrase this? Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m just being targeted by someone who knows my every move so, after you had shown me the perfect date, I was convinced you knew more about me then you let on and I freaked out and left you to deal with the mess I made with that jerk. But I’m fine! I only broke down a little and called my boss to pull him away from his personal time to save me like some lost kitten because I couldn’t face the disaster I left behind.

I searched Lucien’s eyes. I couldn’t tell him about the target on my back. There was still a possibility that it could be him. Then how do I explain to a human lie detector that I left him because I realized I couldn’t trust him?!

Finally, I sighed and pulled my eyes from his and to the ground. “Lucien.” I pulled at my sleeves nervously, “I-”

Hurried steps came trudging up the stairs. Lucien and I spun around and spotted a small boy at the foot of the stairs. Sam was completely out of breath as he looked at the two of us. Glaring at Lucien, he ran to me and grabbed my arm. “Dinner’s… ready.” He huffed, dragging me from Lucien, “No more... alone time with… him.” Sam began dragging me to the stairs. In one rushed movement, Lucien caught my other arm. His strength exceeded Sam’s and he pulled me roughly so I was in front of him again. Sam tripped over his feet and fell into my side. I turned to make sure he was ok but Lucien pulled my chin so that I was only looking at him. His warm, controlled breath teased my slightly burning cheeks.

“Ike.” Lucien’s voice was one I hadn’t heard him use before. It was low and husky but, at the same time, extremely serious and determined, “I understand if it is hard to say but I would really appreciate an explanation. I was worried sick about you. I had taken you to a place that was foriegn to you. You had ran away and I had no idea where you were nor did I know what kind of people you would run into. You were lost to me for two hours before I received a single, short text telling me that you were alright and that you wanted space.” Lucien’s eyes held a cloud as he spoke to me but, every now and then, a glimpse of emotion shone through. Though, they never stayed long enough to let me know which one, “Please, Ikamara. Any explanation is better than none at all.”

Words were stuck in my throat. His grip on my arm was strong and his eyes had glued my feet to the floor. If I wasn’t careful, he could probably find out the answer all on his own by looking in my eyes.

A strong force between Lucien and I finally reminded us that Sam was still in the room. He stood between Lucien and I, pushing on Lucien’s stomach to get him to move further from me. “It’s dinner time!” Sam pouted as his attempts to move Lucien were looking grim, “Not talking time!” He sounded like a child as he avoided eye contact with the both of us and began using his legs to help with his efforts. Watching him try so hard to protect me sent feeling back into my body again. I wrenched Lucien’s hand from my face. Lucien had also had a change of heart as he backed away slightly, giving Sam hope that his fruitless attempts to move Lucien were working. He stepped back and smiled proudly to me. His smile fell as I looked down at him with folded arms and an arched eyebrow.

“We’ll be down in a second.” I said, “Give us a minute to at least clear the air.” Sam was very much uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the two of us alone again. I bent slightly to meet his eyes, “It’ll be quick. I promise.” Sam fidgeted a little more, flashing looks between Lucien and I. Finally he sighed and nodded.

“One minute!” He pointed aggressively to Lucien, “One minute and I come to get Ike myself!”

“Alright.” Lucien chuckled, his normal melodious tone returning, “Understood.” Sam gave me one last determined look then hurried back down stairs.

“You’ve got a real knight in shining armor there.” Lucien said fondly, keeping his gaze on the staircase.

“I know.” I answered just as fondly, watching Sam hit the bottom of the stairs and walk with pride back into the dinning room. I cleared my throat, becoming professional again as I looked over to Lucien with my iconic poker face. It felt like an eternity since I last used it. “After dinner.” I spoke firmly, making Lucien turn to me, “I’ll tell you everything after dinner. You have my word.” Lucien smiled.

“I can’t wait.” Lucien chimed. Though his smile had returned, they still didn’t break that cloud in his eyes.

(Next)

#man this one was late lol #ah well #that sweet lucien angst makes up for it lol #come by next week for soap opera esque draaaamaaaa #featuring Lucien!#mlqc lucien #mlqc angst #mlqc fanfic #mlqc oc #mlqc oc fanfiction #mr love lucien #mr love video game #mlqc game #fanfiction #mlqc lucien angst #ike n bar productions #ikamara bikira story #mr love ikes choice

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (5)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 {reading now}

You woke up to an empty bed and cold covers. With a sigh you sat up, wondering where Storm and Z had gone. Grabbing your phone, you shook your head as you read the messages on your home screen.

Babygirl Z <3: Yoooo so we dipped cuz Angus's weird-ass kinda threatened us to gtfo out cuz he wanted to spend time w you but don't tell him I told you that, I don't wanna deal w him

Lil storm!: i think the hood boy in love with you or sum- it's weird.

Angus ☁️: you free today? i got some plans for us so if you ain't you free now

Angus ☁️: i'm playin btw like if you ain't free i can change shit around

You giggled as you heard your nails click against the phone's screen as you sent responses.

-mhm i'll act like i never saw this...have a good day of filming gorgeous <3

-see storm, i highly disagree

-i'm free :) is this a date mr cloud? don’t forget we have filming today

You got up brushing your teeth and washing your face. You waited for Angus's response before picking an outfit for the day, and instead decided on making breakfast for now.

Babygirl Z <3: thanks lovely same to you!!!

Lil storm! laughed at your message

Angus ☁️: shittttt ion know maybe- n yeah ik

-i'm making breakfast, come over if you want

Angus ☁️: food?? i'm already on the way

-my trailer door is unlocked so just come in

A few minutes later you heard the heavy trailer door creak open. You flipped a pancake before turning around and facing the taller man in front of you. "Gooooood morning- you look so tired?"

"Damn, thanks Y/N you look great too!" Angus said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Boy, I'm kidding." You grinned wrapping your arms around his waist "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept ight, you? Any dream-"

"SHUTUP!"

"I was just checking damn, just checking!"

You let off the hug and walked back over to the stove turning off the burners. "Okay, done! Pancakes and eggs- and fruit! Can't beat that." You made both you and Angus a plate and sat them down on the small table.

You both ate with smiles on your faces, talking the whole time. You learned some more about Angus and his past, and he learned more about you and what you want your future to be like. You couldn't help but laugh when he spotted a carton of store-bought sugar cookies on your counter and insisted he eat at least five. You didn't deny his request, so he polished them off with the rest of his pancakes.

As soon as the breakfast came to a close, both of your phones dinged at the exact same time.

"That's strange," You said picking up the electrical device. You quickly unlocked it as your eyes scanned the screen, and when you finished you immediately looked up at Angus. From the look on his face, you could tell that he clearly had finished reading the message as well.

"So…" he said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Yep."

The text message wasn't too big of a deal, just a simple message from Mary of a suddenly new shooting schedule. You weren't worried until you reached the paragraph that made very clear that instead of shooting you and Angus's sex scenes next week, or possibly two weeks away, they would be shot tomorrow and for the rest of the week.

Shooting the scenes wasn't exactly the problem, it was the caliber of the scenes that you two would be shooting that was the problem. Also the fact- that though there isn't much talking during the sex scenes- you would have to memorize the lines of the new episode. Even though you and Angus were more comfortable with each other, sex scenes were not anything that you two were ready for, you guys hadn't even kissed yet, whether that was a real kiss, or a kiss practicing for the scene.

"I think we need practice."

"I agree."

"So uh..." He turned red as he picked at his nails.

You let out a sigh. "Okay so look. Basically, the scene just consists of me being naked, you being naked as well, but they're going to jimmy rig something so that obviously we aren't actually doing it. Mary told me in my message that I would have some type of pad over my you know what, and you would have some type of cup on."

"But-"

"I'm not done, wait. There are covers over us; so even though I have to give the effect of riding you, I'll just kind of be awkwardly rubbing my padded- you- know- what up against the cup."

"Okay, don't we make out before?"

"Yeah, we do." You stood up and rinsed off the plates. After placing them in the dishwasher, you turned back to your male co-star. "Okay, so it's about 11 AM right now. If we practice our lines, make out some, and I awkwardly ride you clothed in my bed, I think we should be fine..what about your plans?" You asked softly.

"It’s ight, they can wait. But there's another scene- where I smash you from the back. That's the part where I gotta show my cheeks man, damn I don't wanna show my cheeks!"

You laughed a bit "You'll be fine... tomorrow we'll be shooting probably just making out, then the next day the riding scene, and then the day after that more. And I know this seems kind of shitty, but if you read over other peoples paragraphs besides just ours, a lot of their sex scenes were moved up too, and some of the pairings are a bit weird and unexpected."

"Okay let's stop talking about it and just do it."

You nodded and silently walked into your small bedroom, sitting on the messy bed. You hadn't made it because, well you didn't exactly expect to have Angus in your bedroom, let alone to do this.

"So..."

You turned to look at him with a raised brow, "What?"

"So imma kiss you."

Why did that one sentence make your heart. Skip. So. Many. Fucking. Beats.

"Yeah well, that's what the script says right?"

He nodded and licked his lips. "Come get on my lap."

"Why? That's not in the-"

"It'll be more comfortable, especially if we doing this for a minute."

You took in a breath as you went over and straddled his lap, your legs around his waist, and your arms resting comfortably on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

You looked into his eyes, and god they were just gorgeous. "Angus.." You said softly.

"Yeah?"

And for .2 seconds you actually debated telling him- telling him that when you kissed him, you didn't want it just to be practice for the show. Telling him that you felt like you lived for the nights that he would facetime you and tell you dumbest shit that would just have you dead tired the next day. Telling him how much he made you laugh, and how it made you so unbearably happy every time you saw his name and knew it was the cause of your phone screen lighting up. Making sure he knew that the past 2 months of your life had gotten so much brighter just because of him.

You didn't though.

But if you had? He would've told you how he felt the exact same way. He would tell you how he loved how your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, how he loved how your nose scrunched up when you laughed. About how you were the only person who would listen to his dumb Mandela effects, even though he knew you didn't believe in all of them. And how it made him blush every time you sent him a mirror selfie on Snapchat for your streak- which he always lost.

But neither of you said anything.

Instead, you made out for a full 32 minutes with absolutely no passion, no lust, no nothing. Too scared to open up to the other due to the fear of rejection.

Until he got hard.

Again.

And that was your little 'ding!' to let you know yet again, 'he wants you.'

So your hips began to move {finally, after 32 minutes of dead nothingness} and you and Angus's lips began to fight for dominance. His hands moved from being awkwardly placed on your sides to under your shirt on your waist. Feeling his hands on your bare skin, you let out a soft moan into his mouth- which you could tell completely caught him off guard.

"Fuck you moaning for?" He teased, still not letting off of the kiss.

"For you."

He bit your lip causing you to moan yet again, your hips still bucking against his hard-on- holy fuck that felt a lot better than it should've. You grinned a bit as you felt his beard brush against your face.

"God. you're so hot."

'Oh my god' you thought, 'It's happening.'

"Baby, I have nothing on you." You replied seductively, sliding your hand down from his shoulder to his crotch.

"Fuck Jess..."

You grinned as he- wait what?

Jess- right, your characters name. Reel it in, you told yourself. This is just acting, nothing more. Just acting. Though you stayed into it, something about him calling you Jess turned you off a bit. After 10 more minutes or so you stopped, getting off of his lap and sitting on the side of him.

“Wel-”

“Yeah, that was good!” You quickly cut him off. “I definitely think our awkwardness has melted away a bit.”

“But don’t you wanna talk-”

“We have some scenes to film at 1, its 12:30 right now so we should head to wardrobe.”

Angus looked at you with a confused expression on his face, but just nodded slowly and stood up following you out.

All you two had to film was the scene of you coming back, so it was a calm and chill collection of scenes to go through. Everything ran smoothly, and by the time you two were done around 9PM, you were as tired as could be.

“You're such a good fucking actress Y/N.” Angus complimented you as you two walked back to his trailer. He offered you to stay over for the night- just to sleep of course- and you couldn't reject the offer even if you wanted to- which you didn't want to. “Thank you,” you replied softly. “You’re quite talented as well.”

“Nah girl, I'm just being me.”

You two went into his warm trailer talking of filming the scenes, and how tired you both were. You both tried to avoid the topic of the scenes you had to film tomorrow and for the rest of the week; though you were supposedly ready, it was a strangely sore topic.

Soon showers were taken, clothes were changed, and all that was left to do was cuddle.

Angus flipped off the lights and then crawled into the bed with you. You moved closer to him, listening to his rapid heartbeat as you traced hearts on his chest. “Night Redhead.” you said softly, placing a kiss against his cheek.

“Goodnight Mamas.”

And as you lay next to him listening to his light snores, you thought about something. You thought about how though today had been so amazing, and finally, you felt as though the awkwardness had melted away… it was all acting.

Angus didn't like you; that's what you told yourself. Any man would get hard if an attractive woman was sitting on his lap, so that was self-explanatory. Any man would call you baby during a heated moment, any man would talk dirty to you in a heated moment. And a good man like Angus would always make you feel comfortable when you practiced for a scene- that's all he was doing, he wanted you to feel comfortable.

You couldn't be hurt about the situation, the whole point of doing any of that was just practicing for the scenes. And after all, Angus called you Jess, not Y/N.

But at the same time, a little part of you wouldn't stop screaming that you really really really wished he had said your name instead. A little part of you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft glow of your phone lighting up along with a light vibration. A smile appeared on your face as you saw who the message was from.

Babygirl Z <3: GIRL

Babygirl Z <3: BABES ARE YOU UP??!

-yeah you okay? what's wrong?

Babygirl Z <3: shit I'm sorry but i have to tell you this

-what's wrong????? are you okay?

Babygirl Z <3: I'm fine but

-?????

Babygirl Z <3: fuck don't hate me ily okay this is for the best just remember that

-Z get to the point...

Babygirl Z <3: okay so...storm and i just did some digging and

-and?

Babygirl Z <3: and we think Angus got a girl back @ home

taglist:

@nikkixostan @melaninmarvel @celiajrs @siriuslycollins @patientplum @babygurlbarnes

#fezco #fezco fic #fezco euphoria #fez euphoria #fezco fluff #euphoria #hbo euphoria #angus cloud #angus cloud fic

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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You Better Not

Tw: vaguely referenced period-typical homophobia, threats.

...

“It’ll be fine,” Hotshot said quietly, “Spot ain’t unreasonable. Plus, he knows you and me is a thing, so he won’t kill ya.”

Ike huffed, “That makes me feel so much better.”

See, Ike had a reason to be afraid. Because Spot Conlon had just called him into his room/office, apparently wanting to talk to him and only him.

There was no good explanation he could think of for that. Ike was pretty sure he was going to die, despite Hotshot’s assurances that Spot was like a big brother to him and wouldn’t hurt him.

“What’s with ‘Hattan boy?” some Brooklyn girl asked as she passed on her way out of Spot’s room. What was her name again? Rafaela. The quiet girl in Spot’s inner circle.

And Brooklyn’s inner circle were all pretty close, so that meant she was a good friend to Ike’s sweetheart, too, despite being a couple years older than both of them.

“Spot asked to see Ike alone.”

Rafaela looked Ike up and down, then scoffed, “Good luck, kid.”

Well, that helped the nervousness a ton.

“Hey,” Hotshot said seriously, “I wouldn’t send ya in there if I thought he’d hurt ya.”

“He’s Spot fuckin’ Conlon,” Ike pointed out, “He’s got a body count.”

“So? I trust him with my life.”

“But do ya trust him with mine?”

Hotshot hesitated, but still nodded firmly, gesturing to the door.

Ike took a deep breath before going through.

The room wasn’t anything super fancy, as was kind of expected. Just a bed, a simple desk, and a couple of old-looking chairs. It was still more than most newsies had, but it definitely didn’t look like a king’s room.

Spot Conlon still somehow managed to look like the King of Brooklyn he was, putting away the papers him and Rafaela had apparently been looking over.

Ike then wondered if the rumors of Brooklyn kings having dealings with the mob were true.

“Ike,” Spot said coldly, “Sit.”

Ike sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Y’know I’s got birds chirpin’ in my ear from all ‘round this city?” Spot asked, “Not just Brooklyn, neither. I’s got eyes and ears in Flushing, Woodside, the Bronx... even Manhattan.”

Ike kind of wondered how a kid could have that kind of influence, but he figured it would be safer not to ask.

Race probably knew. Everybody knew he and Spot were close friends. Hell, Race was probably why Spot knew things about what went on in Manhattan.

“I know ‘bout every newsie worth knowin’ about, too. You’d be surprised how much I could tell ya ‘bout Jack Kelly’s past, just to give an example. Or Hound Finnigan, over in Midtown. And I know at least a basic rundown on every kid who sleeps in this Lodging House, whether they stay every night or barely ever—and that includes you. Ya wanna know why?”

Ike swallowed the urge to throw up from fear, “Why?”

“‘Cause, Isaac Guzman...”

He nearly had a heart attack as Spot pulled a knife out of his desk and started absentmindedly fidgeting with it.

“You’s got a hold on my second, and I take any possible threat to my second very seriously.”

Of course Ike knew that Hotshot had told Spot they were a thing—he’d told him he was going to a week ago—but somehow, he hadn’t expected it to be brought up.

“Y’know how dangerous it is to be with another boy, right?” Spot asked, “Only takes one wrong person findin’ out to get ya arrested.”

Ike nodded, “I know.”

“Well, fortunately, people ain’t exactly lookin’ for it, so’s there’s a blinder. But anybody who knows to look can see how Hotshot looks at you.”

Ike tried not to show how panicked it made him when Spot leaned forward, therefore bringing the knife a little closer.

“Brooklyn is a rougher neighborhood than Manhattan,” he hissed, “And if anybody found out ‘bout Hotshot, he wouldn’t go to jail. He’d be dead within the hour. You—his feelin’s for you—is a risk.”

It was then that Ike realized.

“Is this a shovel talk?”

Spot shrugged, leaning back in his chair, “Call it what ya want. I just wanna know your intentions with my second.”

Ike laughed nervously, “This is definitely a shovel talk.”

“Look,” Spot sighed, “I don’t know how much he’s told ya, but... it ain’t just the possibility of you outin’ him. The fact is that despite the physical strength, Hotshot is a fragile kid. I don’t know what it’d do to him if ya broke his heart.”

That was unexpected, to say the least.

Ike knew that Hotshot had never gotten enough love growing up. He knew that way too often, he’d gotten anger where he should have gotten love and it had messed him up pretty bad. He’d run away when he was 12, and been Spot’s second since shortly after that.

“He told me you’s like a big brother to him,” Ike admitted.

Spot nodded, “And he’s the closest thing I’ll ever get to a little brother. Which means I don’t wanna see him get hurt. He’s got real feelin’s for ya, kid, whether he’ll admit it or not.”

“Is it that obvious?” Ike asked, a bit worried.

“No. But like I said, he’s like a brother to me. I know him better than most, and I’s never seen him let anyone get as close as he let you. And that means you can hurt him worse than anyone else... or you can help him heal the way I can’t.”

“Is that... you givin’ me permission to court Hotshot?”

Spot shrugged, then sighed.

“Ike, I ain’t stupid. I know Hotshot’s messed up in more ways than one and I know I probably made it worse by just lettin’ him fight whoever needed fightin’. I can’t fix him, and neither can you. But I think ya might be able to help him fix himself.”

That meant... well, Ike didn’t usually care what people thought of him, but the fact that Spot Conlon thought he might be good for Hotshot meant the world.

He wanted to help him heal the way Spot thought he could. He really did. But you couldn’t help someone who didn’t trust you enough to let you help. Ike had already spent months building up trust and wasn’t sure if it was enough.

Not yet, anyway.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, “I’ll try. And for the record... I’s got real feelin’s for him, too. I’m never gonna hurt him.”

“You better not,” Spot said, completely serious, “If ya did, I’d probably ruin relations with Manhattan forever ‘cause they’d be findin’ pieces of you all over New York.”

Ike laughed nervously, “Good thing that’s never gonna happen.”

“Good thing,” he agreed, “Well, I don’t got anything else to say ‘cept maybe ‘don’t get caught,’ but I figure you already know that one.”

“Yeah, of course,” Ike nodded, “We’s bein’ careful.”

“Good. Now beat it. I’s got other business to attend to. This damn borough don’t run itself.”

Ike was now confident that Spot was not going to kill him, but he still left that room pretty quickly.

It felt big that he was being trusted to help Hotshot heal. It was a big job, and Ike knew it would take time. Twelve years of a terrible childhood, then three more of being a newsie in the bloodiest borough in New York, didn’t go away overnight.

Well, all he could do right now was go find his boy and let him know that his big brother approved of them.

#newsies #ikeshot #ike newsies #hotshot newsies #spot conlon #canon era #violet’s writing

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agirldying · 3 years

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My brother abused me my whole life. He treats it like it was funny. The thing that tortures me as funny, where I’m the punchline. As if it was casual. As if it was fine. As if it was normal. As if it were siblings being siblings and not traumatizing as all hell. He jokes about it with me, and I just sit there and laugh along, dying on the inside, because he’d mock me all the worse if I told him what I actually thought. Mom said he’s trying to change after I told her everything he’d done to me, that’s hes just a kid, that’s he a good person, that’s he’s better now. I realize now he never once regretted beating me until I couldn’t breathe. Not for a single moment. He thinks it’s funny, in fact. Not even neutral. Not even understanding what he’s done to me. I almost second guess myself, because what if he’s right, what if it was normal. But nothing about that was normal. I don’t think he understands. He’s stopped hitting me. But that’s only because he’s never left alone with me and I don’t live with him. If I did I have no doubt he’d throw me around like a rag doll. Even the times he visits are tense, because he’s still hit me on visits before, when he was apparently “changing”. Only reason he doesn’t is because my moms there. Not like he cares about her, but it’s an annoyance to him. It’ll only make him angrier anyway. He’s 16. He’s old enough to know by now. I’ve given him so much benefit of the doubt. I think it’s time to accept he’s not gonna get better until someone tells him what he did was abusive. And I think it’s time to accept that when someone tells him that he’ll laugh right in their face to cover how pissed he is. He won’t believe them. I just can’t believe he thinks of it all as one big joke. I wanna show him somehow. Idk how. But I wanna get some sort of pay back. Ik that sounds kinda super villain backstory-y but bare with me akdbksbdks. I’m just so angry. I wanna watch his face as he realizes I’m not a joke, yknow? I wanna be on an equal playing field for once, at the very least, or be stronger. He doesn’t know the feeling of knowing you can’t fight back. He doesn’t know that feeling of helplessness, the surety you’re going to die because no matter how hard you try to say you can’t breathe they just choke you out ever harder. He doesn’t know what it’s like to have no one help you, as you know that no matter what, you can’t win this fight, that this person could decide to kill you anytime they wanted, and had gotten so close. He used to walk away from the beatings, and I would get so angry. I knew I would fail. I knew it in my bones. But I was so pissed. I couldn’t just let him win. I wanted to fight even if I ended up dead. So I’d fight again sometimes, out of spite or some warped sense of dignity. Sometimes I’d regret it, sometimes not. I remember the one single time I had gotten him on the ground. The one single time I had beaten him in something. It was only a couple seconds, but they’re a couple seconds I treasure. I got so many bruises that day for it, but it was worth it to be the one towering over him instead of being the one getting kicked on the ground. I don’t even know how I did it. But I’m proud that I did. I never did again. But I just was so mad, so determined to win a little piece. He always made a big deal out of winning things, getting the last laugh. I just wanna win against him at something. Does that sound childish? Idk. I just wanna win for once. The only time I had ever felt good in a fight with him was when I had knocked him to the ground. I was elated when I realized. We kept on fighting and he won the war even if I won a little battle. But it felt great. To know I could knock him down somehow, even if only once. I wanna knock him down and keep him down next time. Idk how. But I wanna win. I wanna win so badly.

Hey anon,

I’m so sorry to hear that this happened to you.

My abuser also used to mock me after abuse. You definitely don’t deserve any of what happened to you and your brother is definitely... unwell (to put it lightly) to both find amusement in your pain and to not comprehend how his actions affect you.

It honestly is quite contrasting how, under the same roof, with the same parents, your brother is seemingly almost entirely dysfunctional but the only dysfunction you feel is his. Typically abusive behaviors like these are learned within the home.

The best response is to find away to cut connection from him totally, instead of try to seek direct payback. Your brother likely will cripple after his punching bag (you are worth way more than one) packs it up. It’s painful, but the most grown response to choose in a situation like this is to give a cold shoulder, rather than engage in his game. It may feel very rectifying and tempting to try to vindictively assault him, but it might feed his entertainment. He’ll realize you’re not a joke when you leave his life, even for just a while.

I don’t know what motivates your brother to behave so heinously, but it’s possible that some sort of abuse happened to him which he is continuing. In this case, it’s also possible that he understands feelings of helplessness and such, but perhaps he chooses to ignore it, or it gives him a sense of control that helplessness stripped from him. Now, that may also not be the case, and perhaps he is also simply corrupt in a way. But it’s important to consider all odds.

Trust me, as someone who has an abuser who acts similarly (obsessed with getting the upper-hand in everything) the biggest win you can make is to stop his game and try to find some way to wholly cut communication.

I hope this helped, and you’re welcome to send another ask if and when you’d like to share more.

#ptsd #text #cptsd #trauma #asks #tw #abusers

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