#like i havent done that since my days on wattpad

[artofalyksandr]

Forever yours, faithfully

Accompanying ficlet below the cut. Please be kind, I haven’t written fanfic in like 8 years, and I have no beta

Journey was playing from Gareth and Eddie’s room, again. Eddie at least had the decency to turn it down when Gareth walked in, but he didn’t bother changing the tape.

“Hey, Eds. How ya feeling?”

Eddie was quiet for a while, sitting on his bed staring into the middle distance. Gareth sat gently beside him, accustomed to Eddie’s quiet moments and willing to wait. 

“I want to add something to the set list.”

“Okay,” Gareth nodded. “Whatcha thinkin’?”

Instead of answering, Eddie turned the stereo back up. An introductory instrumental began and soon enough, Steve Perry started crooning through the speakers.

Highway run, into the midnight sun

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round, you’re on my mind

Oh, the situation was worse than Gareth thought. 

“Sure, Eds, we can totally do that.” 

Eddie seemed to relax at Gareth’s lack of protest. “Thanks, Gare.”

Gareth nodded and patted Eddie’s shoulder. He left Eddie to his dissociative moping and headed down to the reception desk to use their phone.

It wasn’t a secret how much Eddie missed Steve. The two had been nearly attached at the hip since the awful events of Spring Break ‘86. Gareth didn’t know what all went down in that week but when Eddie showed up nearly dead after a town-wide witch hunt, Steve hardly left his side. They hadn’t been apart for more than two weeks since. The longer they were apart, the grouchier Eddie got. 

Gareth loved Eddie, he did. Eddie was his brother in all the ways that really mattered, but even he had his limits. And it turns out his limit was Journey. 

The line rang once, then twice. Halfway through the third ring, the other end picked up.

“Harrington residence: this is Steve.”

“Hey, Steve. It’s Gareth, is Robin at yours?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Can I talk to her?”

Gareth heard a muffled conversation and some shuffling on the other end before he finally heard Robin pick up the reciever.

“Go for Robin.”

“Hey, Robin, it’s Gareth. We’ve got a problem.”

“Tour life kicking your ass?”

“No, actually it’s been really good so far, we’re all having a blast. But I’m worried about Eddie, really worried. A few nights ago I caught him listening to Journey. Journey, Robin! And when I came back to our room tonight, he just turned the tape down instead of changing it. He want’s to add ‘Faithfully’ to the set list.”

“Shit, that’s bad.” Robin hissed. “Do you think it’s time?”

“Yeah, I think it is.”

Before Corroded Coffin left on tour, Robin and Gareth had agreed that they could call if their respective best friends seemed to be spiralling without their partner. Without question, or justification, they would fly Steve out to whichever city the band would play next so he and Eddie could meet up. 

“Okay, we’ll be there. What’s your next stop? ”

Gareth let out a sigh of relief. “Next up is Boston, day after tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect actually, I’ll coordinate with Nance. I’ll just tell Steve we’re going to visit her.”

That’s right, Nancy Wheeler was going to college in Boston. 

“Thank you so much, Robin.”

“Don’t worry about it. Eddie’s not the only one who’s been having a hard time with the extended separation,” Robin sounded tired on the other end of the line. “I’m just more used to Journey on repeat than you are.”

“Steve’s been listening to it too, huh?”

“He keeps it to once a day, for my sake. But, yes. Frontiers is part the daily music rotation.”

Something clicked in the back of Gareth’s head. If he could pull it off, he’d be the best friend/pseudo-brother ever. 

“Hey, Robin? I’ve got a kind of crazy idea.”

Gareth pitched his idea to her. 

“Holy shit, that’s brilliant! I’ll take care of everything until we get to Boston.”

“I’ll give your names to security and set it up with the road crew. We’ll see you guys in Boston.”

When Gareth hung up the phone a few minutes later, he had Nancy Wheeler’s Boston phone number in hand and a lighter much lighter heart. He and the guys could deal with Eddie as he was for another 48 hours. 

On the way back to the room he was sharing with Eddie, Gareth stopped by Jeff and Frank’s room to let them know about the addition to their set list and the surprise for Eddie.

*****

Rehearsal and sound check went as smoothly as they could have. They played through “Faithfully” a few times to make sure they had enough of a handle on it that they wouldn’t make complete fools of themselves during the show. They followed up with a few originals, and some of their favorite covers just to loosen up.

When Eddie stepped aside to check a couple of things with their sound engineer, Gareth took the opportunity to fill in the other two on the last bit of his plan. The Hawkins crew were set to arrive any minute and Gareth was going to need Jeff and Frank’s help if he was going to keep this a surprise until show time.

One of the guys from the venue’s security team waved Gareth down when the band broke for lunch.

“We’ve got some folks up at the front waiting for you. Asked for you, specifically.”

“Yeah, I’ve been expecting them, thanks.”

He nodded at Frank and Jeff and followed the burly security guy towards the front of house. When he stepped into the mid-day sun he saw Steve, Robin, and Nancy waiting for him and grinned.

“Would you look at what the cat dragged in,” Gareth laughed as he pulled Robin into a hug. He shook Nancy’s hand cordially and gave Steve a brotherly one-armed hug. “It’s really good to see you guys.”

Gareth held the door and beckoned the three of them inside. As they made their way back through the arena, he filled Steve and Nancy in on the plan, with intermitent comments from Robin. Nancy’s face lit up and Steve’s softened. 

“Gareth, if we can pull this off, its going to be incredible. I seriously owe you.” 

“We can talk about repayment later, Harrington. Let’s get this thing moving. Nancy, you’re up.”

Nancy nodded and followed the security guy towards the green room to drag Eddie offsite for lunch. Gareth brought Steve and Robin to the stage where Jeff and Frank were waiting.

“There he is!” Jeff called jovially, jogging over to the three of them. “The man of the hour.”

“Hey, Jeff, Frank,” Steve accepted the friendly hug from Jeff and returned the stoic nod he got from Frank. “I hear it’s going to be quite the show tonight.”

“That’s the plan,” Gareth said clapping him on the shoulder.

“Alright, dinguses, let’s get started. We don’t have a whole lot of time and we’ve got a laundry list of things to get done before Eddie and Nance get back.” Robin called to them from where she’d perched herself on one of the speakers.

Gareth nodded. “You heard the lady, let’s get started.”

*****

The show was going incredibly well, especially considering Eddie’s recent mood. The crowd was absolutely insane, feeding into the band’s adrenaline. As their current song came to an end, Gareth glanced into the wings where, sure enough, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were waiting for their cue. 

Eddie shook himself out at the mic stand and looked back at Gareth. Gareth returned the look with a supportive smile and a thumbs up. 

“Alright everybody. The energy tonight is insane, but I’d like to bring it down for a sec. Then we’ll be right back to the usual shit for the big finish with some crowd favorites.”

Jeff and Frank checked the tuning on their guitar and bass respectively and gave a few experimental strums, then gave Eddie matching thumbs ups.

“This next song isn’t our usual sound, like at all, but it means a lot to me. If I’m being honest with you guys tonight, the last few weeks of tour have been a bit hard for me. There’s someone back home who I’ve been really missing and this song reminds me of him. So, Stevie Boy, this one’s for you. I love you.” 

Eddie pulled the microphone from its stand and stepped back, turning his back to the anticpating crowd. Jeff and Frank began the opening instrumental with a quick coordinating glance and one last reassuring nod from Gareth where he sat behind his drum kit. Eddie let out a deep breath and brought the mic to his mouth.

Highway run, into the midnight sun

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round, you’re on my mind

Eddie bounced on his toes and spun to face the crowd.

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight

Sendin’ all my love along the wire

Gareth turned to the wings. Steve gave him a nervous smile, but he nodded nonetheless. They were all set and ready to go. At the front of the stage, Eddie continued the ballad.

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family

Right down the line it’s been you and me

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

Gareth watched from behind his drum kit as Eddie’s shoulders began to shake.

Oh, boy, you stand by me

I’m forever yours

Faithfully

As Jeff and Frank picked up the pause in the lyrics, Gareth gave a meaningful nod into the wings and watched Steve step into the stage lights. 

Standing on stage with the other members of Corroded Coffin dressed in their cut-off band tees, leather, chains, and torn jeans, Steve stood out. He was dressed in a weird cross of Eddie’s style and his own. He wore a black polo with thin red stripes, dark wash jeans, sneakers, and Eddie’s old battle vest. Someone, presumably Robin, had lined Steve’s eyes with a touch of kohl, and while Gareth couldn’t be sure, it looked like Steve might be wearing lip gloss. Nice touch, Buckley. 

Steve stepped further down stage and picked up the next verse without missing a beat, matching Eddie perfectly. 

Circus life under the big-top world

We all need the clowns to make us smile

Eddie’s head whipped around and he stopped, microphone still raised. 

Steve, God bless him, kept going like this was nothing out of the ordinary.

Through space and time, always another show

Eddie’s brain seemed to reboot just in time and he took the next line. 

Wonderin’ where I am lost without you

Steve met Eddie at center stage and took his hand gently. Eddie’s grin was unmatched, his eyes glistening. Watching the two of them from his vantage point, it occured to Gareth that Eddie and Steve were passing the song back and forth between them. Like they’d done this before, just without an audience.

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you

Eddie moved his hand to Steve’s cheek, his touch so gentle and full of love. Steve dropped his now empty hand to the “S” tattoo that sat on Eddie’s hip bone, just above the waistband of his leather and mesh pants. There was so much love between them, and just witnessing it took Gareth’s breath away. 

Oh, boy, you stand by me

I’m forever yours

Faithfully

Eddie and Steve let the crowd sing the vocalizations, taking the moment to absorb each other before Eddie brought it home. 

Faithfully

I’m still yours

I’m forever yours

Forever yours

Faithfully

Jeff and Frank played out the final notes to an awestruck crowd. Eddie launched himself into Steve’s arms, his shoulders heaving and the crowd roared with applause. Steve cradled Eddie’s face in his hands. The two of them seemed to be having a conversation and the world outside that conversation didn’t matter. 

Gareth let them have their moment before tapping the kick drum a few times to get their attention. Steve looked up at Gareth atop his raised platform that housed his kit and gave him a half-hearted apologetic smile. He squeezed Eddie’s hip, running his thumb over the tattoo and muttered quickly to Eddie. Steve kissed Eddie’s knuckles and took his leave, retreating into the cheering arms of his best friend and his ex-girlfriend.

Eddie turned back to the crowd. 

“Holy shit, you guys.”

The crowd cheered below him. 

“Well, that was our surprise guest, Steve. At least, he was a surprise to me. But you guys came for a Corroded Coffin show and with the time we’ve got left, that’s what you’re gonna get! Let’s rock this!”

*****

After the encore, Corroded Coffin poured off stage, buzzing with adrenaline. Eddie ran to meet Steve, sweeping his boyfriend into a fierce hug.

“Holy shit, Stevie! The hell are you doing in Boston?”

“Robin said we were coming to visit Nancy, but apparently she and Gareth were scheming behind our backs.”

Eddie looked over to Robin, who shook her head pointed at Gareth. “Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for this one. The whole thing was his idea.” 

Gareth twirled his drumsticks nervously. 

“Gareth?” Eddie prompted.

“Look, dude, I love you but I couldn’t stand listening to Journey for another three weeks. And when you said you wanted to add “Faithfully” to the set list, I knew it was time to call my emergency back up. So two nights ago, I called Steve’s place and talked to Robin. And it all kind of spiralled from there.”

The awe on Eddie’s face was unmatched and Gareth couldn’t look directly at him. Eddie pulled into a hug and let out a quiet sob into Gareth’s shoulder. 

“Thank you,” he whispered.

If asked later, Gareth would deny his own watery eyes as he hugged his brother. 

“Of course, Eds. Any time.”

#my art #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #corroded coffin #steddie ficlet #steddie fanart #stranger things #stranger things 4 #i was listening to the glee version of faithfully while i was working on the art for this #that song gave me such a serotonin boost you guys #it was insane #and i kept thinking about eddie singing it on tour #then i started thinking about them singing this to each other and slow dancing in steves kitchen #i have so many feelings about them #i legit wrote something for them #like i havent done that since my days on wattpad #yall remember wattpad #anyway i love gareth and robin becoming friends bc their best friends are dating and they need someone to commiserate with #they deserve it for having to deal with those idiots #dont mind me im just rambling in the tags again

[smloshie]

Turning Page - a Simon Bootles x Reader

Part 1 - 1729

Epilogue

Word count: 2095

Foreword: Here it is; the epilogue. (to part one that is ;)) Thank you so much to those of you who supported me. I havent written a multi-part fanfic since I was in middle school, so this was really cool and an awesome way to get my brain active! I think that if Damien or anyone from Smosh ever read this I'd be mortified lol so I hope this just stays between us ! Also, I will be uploading all of the chapters to Wattpad if anyone prefers to read their fanfiction there. Just search for it, it's the only Simon Bootles fanfic there is lmao

Anyways, enjoy the final addition to part one!

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I sat on the lip of my bedroom’s main window pane, looking out at the lush forest that grew behind my family’s estate. While the trees are beautiful, they are intertwined with nothing but danger. 

I knew that now, thanks to Simon.

Before I’d met him, the sunset was nothing more than a perfect way to end my day. Watercolor clouds kissing faintly painted stars, and a moon that seemed to rise from the earth’s soil. Now, I would go through life recognizing that shade of purple as that of a heart I’d miss every day. That is, unless I had the privilege of him coming home to me every night. I knew that would never happen, though.

I squinted as I looked at the trees, maybe I would see red eyes staring back at me. I would scream. Simon would feel a disturbance in his soul, as it was now intertwined with mine. He would rush back to be at my side and vow to protect me at all costs. Alas, nothing. 

Instead I saw attendants moving dining tables out onto the grass outside. Some were arranging candles, some were adjusting centerpieces. Garrison stood off to the side with my father, monitoring the placement of everything for his wedding. He looked like a hawk on the brink of snapping at his prey. One mistake on his big day, and they’d be jobless for the rest of their lives.

I heard a knock on my bedroom door. This was the third attendant tonight to ask me to come downstairs. I didn’t want to, unless Simon would be there. Unfortunately, none of us had heard from him in months, so we assumed he wouldn’t be coming. In all honesty, I wasn’t exactly incentivised to attend.

“(Y/N), I’m not sending another serf up to grab you!” I heard my mother say, sternly. I got up from my seat in the window, hiked my long dress up past my ankles with a huff, and stomped to the door. I opened it to see her standing there; she looked surprised that I had answered so suddenly.

“I’m not coming.” I said, bluntly.

“You’re dressed, your makeup is done, your hair is acceptable- What could you possibly be hiding from up here?!” she asked.

“You wouldn’t understand.” I muttered. I might have sounded immature, but it was true nonetheless. I walked away from her and slumped back onto my spot in the window with a frown. Maybe some of the guests would assume I was the ghost of a woman mourning her lost love, and leave the wedding out of fear. I was one heart attack away from taking that form anyway.

My mother followed into the room after me, slamming the door behind her. I avoided eye contact at all costs.

“What wouldn’t I understand? Tell me, what is so important for you to be stressing over on a wedding day that’s not even yours?” She demanded.

“Because it’s not even mine!” I shrieked. She broke down the barrier protecting my psyche. She was stunned at the way my voice cracked.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? What you’ve longed for since the day I was born? I’m dressed, my makeup is done, my hair is perfect, and I’m not getting married to the man I love. Not today- not ever! He left me. I’m alone. I’m going to die alone and I’ll never see him again! ” I screamed in one breath. I gasped for air, huffing and puffing with tears threatening to spill over. I hadn’t had a true outburst like that in months- not since the night he and I met.

I looked down at the ground, ashamed that I had let it all out. My mother said nothing for a while, until I heard her timid voice ask the question I had dreaded answering.

“Who?”

“Simon.” I answered.

“Simon Bootles? Garrison’s friend? That Simon?”

“Obviously.” I rolled my still tear-filled eyes.

She took my hands in hers.

“And he had… reciprocated these feelings?” She asked.

“Actually, I believe it was him who initiated.” I explained under my breath.

“Are you actively being courted by him?”

“No, I haven’t heard from him since he left.”

She paused.

“Why haven’t you told us?”

“I was afraid… I didn’t know if Garrison would get angry, I thought I would be ridiculed, I thought everyone would think I wasn’t good enough for him-”

“Well your brother managed to nab Alice.” She whispered, but I heard it. I chuckled.

“And there was something about the secrecy of our relationship that fueled the fire, in a way. Like sneaking around had somehow amplified the speed at which our love for each other grew.” 

“Well, sharing a secret can bring two souls closer together.” My mother sighed, sitting next to me on the window and brushing my misplaced hairs behind my ear.

“You say that like you know.” I scoffed. Her silence that followed spoke volumes.

“Wait, is that how you and father fell in love?” More silence, but she gave me a look that I was getting colder.

“So… not him? There was someone else?”

“His name was Abraham. I met him at a dance held in a forest at the age of fourteen. We, much like you and Simon I assume, kept our love a secret from my family. Almost every night, he whisk me off into the trees and we would-” she cleared her throat, “spend time together.”

Disgusting.

“When my father found out, boy- he flew into a proper rage. He said I was raking our family name and status through the mud by falling in love with a boy of such low rank. We sold our estate and moved our lives hours away. Though somehow, Abraham found me. He came to my window just to see me, every night. That is, until I was arranged to marry your father. I never saw him again after that. Though, I remember when I was pregnant with you, your father and I entered into a screaming match and I fled in the woods behind our house. I sat on a fallen down tree and cried, hoping Abe would hear me and save me. But, he never came. I eventually got over whatever it was your father and I fought about and returned home.” I watched her wipe her tears from her cheeks.

“I- I had no idea, mother. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I haven’t thought about him in years. If anything, you’ve reminded me of how adventurous love can be once you find the right person. Don’t get me wrong, I love your father. But, if my father had let me marry Abraham, I would have.”

“I’m happy that you understand.” I said. She hummed in affirmation, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. I missed my mother’s embrace more than I realized. I felt my eyes burn like I was about to cry again. After a moment, she let go of me and stood up.

“I need to assist Alice and make sure everything is ready. Before I go, can I give you a word of advice?” She asked.

“Of course.” I said.

“Next time you see Simon, don’t let him leave until he’s put a ring on your finger.” I giggled at the thought.

“That was my plan,” I said, “Can you not tell anyone about what I told you? I want to tell everyone about us when he’s here with me- if he ever comes back, that is. Otherwise, they’ll just think I’m pathetic.”

“You have my word.” she said. She opened my door, and smiled at me before leaving.

I internalized everything she said to me. A handsome stranger. A love that was meant to be. A secret that wasn’t meant to be kept. Maybe my mother and I were more alike than I thought… 

All of a sudden, my thoughts were interrupted by a tapping sound behind me. I thought maybe my mind had been playing tricks on me, until I heard it again.

Would it be wise of me to turn around? If I did, would I be met with the monster who had been poisoning my mind, or the man who held the antidote on his lips? Of course, how would Simon even get up to my second-story window in the first place? So it must be something supernatural, like a demon.

Against my better judgment, I spun around with my eyes squeezed shut. Slowly opening them, I realized there was no demon, nor man, in my window at all. In fact, upon closer inspection, there was an envelope wedged into my window’s grilles.

How did it get there? Had it been there the whole time? Or had fate summoned enough strength to have the wind blow it my way?

I eagerly released the letter from its prison. It was addressed to me, with my full name written on it. I scanned it, front and back, for any signs of who it was from. The only clue I had was a purple seal on the back, keeping the letter shut. The wax was embedded with what looked like a family crest, but I couldn’t quite make out the shape. It looked vaguely like a flame, but it was incredibly amorphous. I carefully opened the envelope, being careful not to bend the seal, and extracted the paper inside of it. All signs pointed to it being from Simon, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I took a deep breath, and began to read it.

My dearest, (Y/N),

By the time you’ve received this note, I’ll have already returned to my own estate. Luckily, for the both of us, I don’t think this is the last time we’ll ever see each other. I hope you believe me when I say that I will do whatever it takes to make sure that we will end with our arms around each other once more, even if I have to take fate in my own hands.

When I first saw your face, I didn’t know what to think that evening. My smile faded because I couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as you was in the same room as me. I thought to myself, “Has a creature like this always existed, and this is the first time I’m seeing it, or had I trained my mind to ignore anything that I perceived to be out of heart’s reach, like a comet? But how could that be- if you were meant to live amongst the stars, what were you doing here on earth?” I assumed you must have been a goddess sent from Heaven itself, meant to lay new gravel and change the course that my life was heading down.

Now, some may try to simplify what I felt for you and call it love at first sight. However, I feel that isn’t a fair description at all. It was feeling love for the first time. When I made you run away that night, I made a vow to myself that if I had ever hurt you again, that would be the last vow I’d ever make, for I would never deserve to be wed to you.

I laid awake that night in the guest suite just praying that you would realize how much I longed to feel your touch. Though, I really didn’t have to wait long at all. You soon let me into your world the next day, by allowing me to approach you in the library. That’s when I knew the love I had felt the evening prior wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t misplaced. It wasn’t naïve. 

It was true.

I love you, (Y/N).

If you didn’t hear me say it before I left, I still said it. I said ‘I love you’ under my breath nearly every time that our eyes met. Which, for half a week, was a surprisingly high number of times.

Our time together may have been short, but you and I will be infinite.

Always and forever yours,

Simon Bootles

Those last words rang throughout my mind and body. ‘Our time together may have been short, but you and I will be infinite.’ I wiped a tear away from my lashes, and pressed the purple wax seal to my lips wishing it was his skin. 

I knew I would see Simon again. Whether in this life or the next, nothing would keep us apart forever.

He and I will be infinite.

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#smosh #smosh games #damien haas #smosh damien #damien haas x reader #simon bootles x reader #men with horns #board af #board af legacy #board af betrayal #betrayal legacy #smosh x reader #simon bootles

[ohmygs-blog]

omg i havent been going on tumblr much ugh i miss u . gonna look thru ur whole blog again in a sec but i got my first nct 127 album teehee.. i got the fact check album (chandelier ver) and pulled jungwoo!!! thought id update u since i have been getting more into nct in general ^^

HOW ARE YOU!! are you doing well?!!? what have u been up to! is there anything fun coming up?!?#, tell me all abt it if u want 😈

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hii i missed youuu bae!!! how are u doing??

omg yay thats so excitinggg i still haven’t gotten a fact check album lolll :( i keep meaning too and then i spend my whole paycheck in a day :/

im doing good! i honestly don’t do much lol my schedule is wake up, go to work, eat dinner n then lay in bed 😭😭 i am going to the mall tomorrow tho so yay

i feel like i’ve been saying this for so longggg but i’m really just trying to catch up on all my requests n talk to u guys more!! (i literally have over 300 messages in my inbox)

and ive gotten quite a few done so im aiming for like maybe a post a day for a while?? and for the ppl that follow my wattpad i’m planning on posting more frequently on there and i’m working on a new little fic thing sooo !!

#💌

[sckyie]

word count: 1.2k

genre + warnings: fluff; tsuki gets protective on the train, light swearing

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: i wrote this on my wattpad since i havent posted in a while,,

tsukki

don't be late dumbass, i'm not waiting for you

you when he's so nice on your FIRST date >>>

tsukki the more sarcastic you are the less time i'm giving you

you calm your tits i'm literally approaching you

Tsukishima looks up from his phone to see you approaching and felt his cheeks warm up. He hasn't seen you all dolled up outside of school and your video calls. He's always seen the school and gym uniform and your at-home clothes. Today was different than all those other days. It wasn't a study date nor a walk home.

Today was the whole day just for the two of you. Tsukishima had asked you the other day to go out on a date to prove a point to his upperclassmen that he wasn't talking to an imaginary girl. Nonetheless, Tsukishima had feelings for you but never officially asked you to be his. Maybe today was the day?

"Hey loser," He says as you approached.

"Hi," You gleamed. His salty attitude compared to yours made it seem like the two of you would never click. "Let's go?"

Tsukki nods before holding out his hand. You tilt your head at his kind gesture. You could tell by his scrunched nose that he wouldn't offer it later on. Happily, you place your palm in his as you two made your way to the train station.

At the booth, Tsukki pays for both your tickets to Sendai and makes sure you stay close to him. Today was a busy day for the train from Miyagi to Sendai, causing you to squeeze against Tsukishima. The two of you were blushing like crazy as this was the closest you two had ever been.

Once the crowd died down, Tsukki had noticed a pair of eyes on your skirt across the train car. Without thought, he pulled off his jacket, draping it over you. "What- Tsukki? I'm not cold," You say.

"If you trust me, you'd wear it until we get to the museum," He says, adjusting his coat to cover your skirt. You nod, letting him fix the ends. Once he finished, he made eye contact with the perv staring at you. Tsukki shoots a death glare, causing you to look up and turn around to see what he's glaring at. Before you could see what he was looking at, Tsukishima moved your head to just look at him.

After the whole train situation, you two arrive at the Sendai station with your hands linked. The two of you took a bus to a cafe by the museum to get lunch. You were able to convince Tsukki to let you pay for lunch but he asked to pay for the museum tickets.

"So you mean to tell me," You giggled. "The saltiest man I know likes the softest dessert out there?"

"Keep talking, watch what happens," He points his fork at you causing your hands to fly up in defense.

"Tsukki, I have to ask," You start.

"Hm?" He takes a bite out of the shortcake.

"Why'd you choose to take me out on a date? I thought you didn't like me that way," You tap his fork with yours.

"Hm, I don't like you like that," He says. Your happy expression falls and he immediately started to chuckle. "Come on pipsqueak, I was joking. You know I like you, why else would I confess to you?"

"True. I didn't believe you were actually confessing because well, you don't seem like you like anyone," You say. Tsukki leans over to wipe your face, making you blush. "Thank you..."

Tsukki smirks at your rosy cheeks before finishing the cake. You roll your eyes before you both left for the museum. Hand in hand, Tsukishima and you had walked from the cafe to the ticket booth to see the exhibits. As he promised, he paid for both of you.

Throughout the date, Tsukki worried that you wouldn't enjoy the museum as much as he does. To his surprise, you'd ask him so many questions, and was genuinely curious about the different artifacts. He noticed the sparkle in your eye as he spoke more about the different dinosaurs.

The two of you approached the dinosaur bones and asked Tsukki how much he knows about all the different artifacts. The pure joy in your eyes made Tsukishima smile at how cute you reacted. With every exhibit, you pointed out different things and read the information plaque in front of them.

"You really like dinosaurs," You smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Ooh! There's a gift shop! Can we go Tsukki?"

"Oh, sure," He says. You dragged Tsukishima's hand to the shop. You admired the different items in the store. You stopped at the jewelry and noticed a cute pair of dangling gold earrings. They had little triceratops hanging from the chain with little hearts for eyes. You looked at the price and sighed before moving on to the stuffed animals.

You picked up a small triceratops plush and showed it off to Tsukki. "Look," You smiled. "Look at how squishy his face is." You squeezed its face and held it out to him.

"Do you want it?" He asks.

"Don't buy it," You say immediately putting it back. He reached over you and picked it back up.

"I asked if you wanted it," Tsukki leaned down to meet your face.

"No," You lied.

"I'm buying it either way," He says. You rolled your eyes when you got a phone call from your mom. "Go take the call, I'll go pay for this."

You nod and leave the store, talking to your mom while Tsukishima pays. He glances behind him to ensure no one is near you and you're being nearby. He finishes his transaction before going outside and joining you.

The train ride and walk home were filled with recalling all the different artifacts you saw. Tsukishima smiled at how happy you were at the museum and was glad to know it was a right choice to go.

At the doorsteps of your house, Tsukishima hands you the triceratops from earlier. "Aww, thanks Tsukki," You smiled. "What should I name him?"

"Trig, after the subject you love greatly," He refers to your trigonometry study dates and how much you struggle with the subject.

"Fuck off," You chuckled. "I'll call him Kei-Kei. Thank you again Tsukishima for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun." Tsukki rolls his eyes as you hugged the stuffie close to your body.

"No problem," He says as he fiddles with something in his pocket. "Before I leave, I got you these."

Tsukki places a pair of earrings in your hand, more specifically the ones you wanted. You smiled at the sight and jumped up to hug him. His hands cautiously hug your torso as you squeezed his neck. "What have you done with the real Tsukki?" You pull away. "He's never this nice."

"Shut up," He growled.

"I'm kidding," You gleamed. "Thank you."

"Again, you're welcome," Tsukki rubbed the back of his neck. You two fell quiet for a second. To break the silence, you tiptoed and pecked his cheek, close to his lips.

"Let me know when you get home, m'kay?" You say before disappearing into your house. You lean against the door, smiling like crazy as you hugged your new plush.

Little did you know, Tsukishima was doing the same on the way home. His heart filled with joy and his mind full of love.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

#lbaf

[withcreamandsugar]

Chamisul Chapter 2 | Yabuki Nako

word count: ~1,200

category: fluff with a side of angst 

this is chapter 2!! read 1 if you havent: link also the wattpad!!

a/n: LIGHTNING QUICK update haha i kinda love this scenario can’t wait to see where it goes 👀

Chapter 2: Apple

Since meeting Nako at the convenience store that night, you've made an effort to see her nearly every day for nearly a month. Whether it be dropping off boba tea for her and her members, or hanging out alone (sometimes drunk) with Nako in her room, the two of you became very close friends. There was that subconscious thought in the back of Nako's mind that you might want to be more than that, but she quickly tossed those thoughts aside out of embarrassment (or maybe fear of rejection?)

"Ya, stop dropping chips on my carpet!" Nako yelled, picking up after you. "Do you want ants? That's how you get ants!"

"I'm surprised you guys don't already have ants, those boba cups I bought you last week are still here." you replied, throwing another chip into your mouth.

"Now that I think of it-" Nako snatches the chip bag out of your hand. "-why do we always hang out at my place? What secrets do you keep at yours?" Nako asks with a sly smile, throwing a chip into her mouth but missing, dropping yet another on the ground.

"Oh I sell drugs. A lot of drugs." you reply. "How 'bout... tonight? Come over? I can bake my world famous cookie brownies."

Nako slaps your shoulder. "Then how are you still broke? Cookie brownies huh... that sounds like diabetes on a plate but... I'm in. I have a schedule in an hour but I'll ring your place right after."

"Great." You jumped off Nako's bed and reached for the door out. "It's... a date." You gave Nako a warm smile, and left the room.

Nako bit her lip, feeling the flutter of a thousand butterflies in her chest. "A date, huh..." The rest of her members noted she was in a particularly good mood that day.

Ding dong.

You were busy fixing your hair for the last hour when you heard the door ring. Panicking, you hurriedly ran over to your door, opening it with your elbow.

"Hey!" You opened the door to see Nako wearing a sleek, black dress, complete with a full face of makeup and high heels. "H-hey..." you managed to sputter out, in awe at the sight of the beautiful girl.

"Can I help you pick your jaw off the floor?" Nako giggled, moving her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, I accidentally let slip I was going on a, uh, date and my members insisted I just wear what I wore for the photoshoot."

"No! I mean, you look amazing! Come in, the diabetes is almost ready." You closed the door after her, taking a moment to admire her from behind. You never really noticed it before as Nako usually wore an oversized t-shirt around you, but despite her height she had a particularly voluptuous figure, her curves beautifully accented by the tight dress. Not wanting to look creepy, you quickly averted your gaze towards the oven.

A plate of cookie brownies and many, many glasses of wine later, the two of you ended up talking about each other's love life.

"Am I your first?" Nako sheepishly asked.

"Well, we haven't done it yet but I'm glad you're already thinking ahead," you jeered.

Nako smacks your arm and clarifies, "I meant date, pervert. Anyone before me?"

"There was... this woman back in the US. I don't think about it much." you replied, taking a big swig of wine after saying that.

"Woman?" Nako thought. "At least you're oceans away now. It's a win win, you escaped her and you met me!" Nako joked, noticing your hesitance and trying to cheer you up.

You took her hand and smiled, reassured by her words. "Thanks, for helping me forget. I'm talking to the alcohol by the way, not you."

A bit later, the two of you decided to put on a cheesy romance movie to make fun of. By the end of the movie however, the two of you were nearly bawling cuddled over each other.

"I can't b-believe she sacrificed her life for her..." Nako muttered out, huffing and puffing from tears between each word.

You wiped the tears from both your faces with your sleeves and sat her up. "I thought this movie was supposed to be a comedy... I need another drink. Want some?"

"*sniff* Ahem, yes please. I'll take an apple jui- actually, just another glass of wine." You noticed a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"I've got apple juice, if you really want-" you paused your sentence to see Nako itching away at the dress's strap line and shifting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. "You can take off that dress now - wait not in that way... er, I mean, I've got a spare hoodie for you somewhere"

"N-no, I'm fine, really." You haven't known Nako for very long but you already knew when she was lying - she always blinked twice and avoided eye contact.

"Nako, I know you're uncomfortable." You reached behind the couch for a particularly well oversized hoodie you kept for emergencies. "Here, wear this, it'll make you look ever more like a kid."

"I said I'm fine." Nako retorted, agitated at something.

"Nako, don't be such a baby-"

"I SAID I'M FINE!" Nako screamed.

The two of you sat in shocked silence, an aura on unease filling the room before Nako began to speak up.

"I-I don't know if this is the alcohol talking but... it was really my idea to wear the dress. All the other members wanted me to wear a schoolgirl outfit, or something. I just- I dunno. It feels like everyone treats me like a kid, like I don't know what's good for me. I'm 20 years old, I can make my own decisions. It's the same for you, Y/N. You've called me a kid, a baby, for so long. I'm not your little sister. I want you to see me as a woman."

You paused for a long time, thinking of what to say in response to Nako's confession. You slowly sit down next to Nako and caress her cheek.

"You don't have to convince me of all people, that you're a woman. You don't have to keep wearing this dress to convince me you're beautiful, either. I've been... holding back this whole time, actually. I love the way you walk, the way your hips inadvertently sway when you're doing something, the way your, er breasts move when you get excited over something".

"I want you. As a woman." you declared.

The two of you sat for what felt like an eternity, before your gazes returned to each other, a new sense of longing in both sets of eyes. As if your confessions didn't even happen and nothing else mattered, Nako took initiative and dived into your arms for an embrace. You took one last look into her eyes, before closing them and leaning in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that made you forget about money, school, other girls. A kiss that cemented your feelings for this girl, no, woman.  A kiss that, as you would find out later, would be the butterfly wings that cause a hurricane down the road.

Breaking away from the kiss, exhausted and breathy yet content, Nako asks, "How about that juice?"

#nako #yabuki nako #izone #izone scenarios #izone fluff #izone smut #izone nako #izone reactions #izone imagines

[seoafin]

oo yeah, the stark differences in eng fics on ao3 and those that i’ve read in websites like pixiv/ weibo/ lofter/ typesetters is a high-context asian subtle/implicit intimacy vs low-context western loud/explicit intimacy (1)

tho ,, i think the setting (character + environment + time) and the prompt (au? canon? romance? slice of life? epic?) play into it. i think the differences that exist between portrayals of intimacy by east asian authors and by western authors largely stem from cultural philosophy, which could make some things jarring to those unfamiliar with either

tbh i'm the type of person who, when reading lit abt supposedly asian characters, would appreciate the story more if it was also true to the characters' culture, and so i'd also like to see them experience and understand love the same way asians experience and understand love. but that's just me (i know there are diaspora who like to see other things), and that's also for a concept that's more for peaceful romance/character-centric settings. it’d be a different case if the story is plot-driven, or historical, or apocalyptic

i personally prefer the nuance of intimacy in pieces by east asians bc that's what i like to see and what i'm familiar with. but either way, i don't mind the differences exist. it just means that there's a variety to all of our experiences. as long as it's written into the narrative in an organic manner, it will still feel like a love i can appreciate, whether romantic or platonic or anything in between.

the whiplash was intense when i opened a fic bc i was curious or bored (or both rly) and then boom, untagged daddy kink. SHSHS it makes me giggle sumtimes, since he’s a jpnese character, when it comes to gojou, bc personally i just can't imagine him calling anyone any kind of petname unless it means to fuck with them,,, like, for eg, in stsg fic i just can't vibe with gojou calling suguru anything but his name, but that's just me and largely the way i interpret their characters, and it's just nice to know that all the authors of jp/cn/kr fic i've read before feel the same way more or less ,, but that's it HSJJSJS if someone else decides they want gojou calling suguru this or that, then that's like, alright. that's what they want to write and see, yk, and there's nothing wrong with that, i'll just swerve respectfully lmao

also for pdas,, i think it definitely depends on the age of the couple and the setting

like, if they're a campus couple, pda is pretty common. handholding, picking each other up from class, study dates in the library/courtyard/cafe, going to drinking parties together, that sort of thing.

the most common petname i've heard cn campus couples use is "baobao/baobei" (寶寶/寶貝), which means precious/baby/darling. for jp couples, tbrh i've never heard anything ,, my friends and cousins don't use petnames either

honestly,,, if u're cn/jp and u're dating someone ur age or younger, u'd probs call them by their given name or a nickname with an affectionate prefix/suffix (小，阿，兒 etc or the norm ちゃん, くん, さん, 先輩/ 輩先 suffix) and ig u could call that a petname. if u're dating someone older than u, then u'd call them (insert name)-san or senpai/jie/ge if u and they want, and that would show how close u are. some ppl date and call each other by their full names, too, and even with honourifics. and some ppl use just their partner's given names.

for kr,, idk much but i think it’s usually 이,야,아 etc and noona/oppa/unni/hyung ????

for older couples, like married couples or people who are working, pda tends to lean towards petnames. "sweetheart", "honey", "wife/husband", that sort of thing. if they're parents, they'd probably call each other "dad", "mum" (I NEVER HEARD MY OWN PARENTS NAME LEAVING THEIR LIPS WHEN THEY ADDRESS THE OTHER)

but if its pda like,, making out in public, i don't think it's very common. i've never seen it shhsjsjs (arm holding can be rewarded with a stink eye from the conservatives elderly (mostly), from where i came from)

in fic, it's abt the same, which means it would depend on the age/setting/couple's preference with the addition of the author's preference which just,,, uh shows , ig

but then again,, pls cmiiw if anyone else knows more

altho i’m a “respect is earned” type of person ,, when it comes to (conservative) elders, it will just fly out of the window,,, the repercussions....just no 🥰 some of them are so fucking petty and are hellbent to teach u a lesson, its actually embarassing

back when the yo mama jokes were still popular and 24/7 circulating in the internet,, me and some friends were 😃😃 like yall can say this and get away with it? when daylight arrive after i crack this kind of joke in front of my relatives, my mom is done scheduling for my cremation date

even if i dont intend it to mean disrespect in some convos,, the damage is done and my parents would straight up be like : “wtf did u just say? try repeating it once more and lets see if u can still sleep under a roof today.” either that or they’ll smack me before saying it ,, whichever could come first depending on their mood 🥴

my relatives wont ever missed if i ever forgot to address them when we meet or during a phonecall by a simple “uncle/ aunt/ grandfather/ grandmother” (usually my grandfather is the one so uptight abt it 💀) and it will end up into a short lecture abt “young kids these days..../ u havent forgot to eat yet u forgot what respect is?/ ur parents are fine ppl but what happen to u”

cue my mother glaring at me or giving the stink eye like @/&/&2@22 most of the times i’m distracted by sth and just spaced out while organising it in my head b4 it could get out of hand ,,, that and the titles i’ve used for each relative is different and i’m afraid to mixed it up bc again...stink eye ,,, like my father’s younger/ older brother and younger/ older sister and cousins + its another different handful of titles when it comes to my mother’s family 😔 - 🐱 (2)

yes!!!! there’s a lot of reasons why i enjoy stsg fics and it’s because gojo and geto are always treated like people in stsg fics.....i’ve found that in a lot of reader insert fics you could replace gojo and geto with the male lead of those mafia boss stories on wattpad and it wouldn’t make a difference LMAO gojo and geto are often caricatures of themselves and it’s just something i’m personally not interested in.

also....i feel like there’s so much intimacy in how someone calls/says your name that just using pet names 24/7 gives it this superficial sense that i’m not really a fan of but then again, in fwb stories i totally understand.

another thing, I really feel like culture DOES play into it. obviously as asian people ourselves who come from a collectivist culture, our idea of love is different from the western concept of love. i feel like this especially comes into play when we see reader insert stories where the MC is super op and strong just so they can “match” gojo and gojo doesn’t need to worry about them even though it’s not even needed!! in asian cultures it’s not a burden to take care of people. it’s love. and i feel like western people don’t quite grasp that bc it’s such an individualist culture (this is a not nuanced at all / a generalization but u get the point)

yeah full on pda in fics always gets me because in japan???? lmao no honey!!! although gojo would definitely do it, not every character would LOL

gojo would pet names as a joke aka ironically, but i just don’t see him doing it seriously unless it's dear or smt

my mom is so big on respect. she always gets into fights abt with my brother and it’s a generational difference tbh but i digress, it’s not like it’s bad to be polite to your elders, but I do think koreans can take it too far to the point where it’s detrimental!!

#once again just my opinion and preference!!! #🐱 anon

[targsdaenerys]

20 Writer Questions

thanks bae @rayondeneige for the tag :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

43 

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

276,918

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

published to ao3, 7:

jonerys

star wars

captain swan

anne x gilbert 

peter parker x mj

bellarke

deckerstar

but i have a few fics i started within the thrill of watching a new show that i just never posted/finished.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

the ceiling is a blank slate (peter x mj)

walk of unshame (anne x gilbert)

show me the sun (bellarke)

WONDERLAND (jonerys)

a fighter (bellarke)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to not to, but now i do because 1: i always get excited when an author responds to me, 2: feels polite to do so, 3: genuinely want to talk to my readers:)

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i love to write angst but only when there’s good payoff. so theres pretty much always a happy ending for my fics, but id say Cruel Summer from Valentines Week 2020 was pretty bittersweet. Wonderland also has a angsty ending but in a ‘we have alotta feels’ way, not ‘imma tag this with MCD’ way.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

as i said above, most of my stuff is happy. but Challenge: Valentine always makes me smile very much.

8. Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

someday i would love to, but i dont read them, so i dont think itd come out good lol

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

oh god yes, my fic just in case. there was war in the whole fandom the whole day because of it. but it really showed me how many lovely people there are in this fandom that helped and stood up for me, including writers ive looked up to since the beginning of my fandom games which was very cool.

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

ohh yes. havent in a bit, but it is very fun to do so lmao. i start a lot of fics inticipating a big build up to the smut but dont get there lol. usually its more smuff when i write it, but ive been attempting to leave that comfort zone.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i dont think so??

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

besides bouncing ideas with some people, nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

generally, its jonerys--fic wise, fandom wise, etc. but deckerstar is my comfort ship.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

theres a ballet fic ive been working on and forgot about for about a year lmao. im trying to finish all my posted WIPS before working on it someday, so hopefully i will, but yanno

16. What’s your writing strengths?

generally, i love to make the audience feel exactly what the character is feeling, so those kind of descriptions ive gotten good at. but i also am very good at accurate charactization in fics--my goal usually is to stay exactly in their personality. so im good at that kind of complexity.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

dialogue definitely, and commas/repetition. drives me insanee.

18. What’s your thought on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

copying emilies response: fine as long as it serve the character and the story. Daenerys speaks multiple language and that deserve representation.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

oh god do not make me answer this. jennifer lawerence x josh hutcherson on wattpad circa 2014, age 12. it turned into everlark at least.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

oooo. i honestly like a few. Completed, Devil’s Cupid, Challenge: Valentine, On My Mind, or a fighter which was a bellarke character arc study. but once Wonderland is done i think itll be my fav.

all my writer followers feel free to do and tag me!

#ask games

[jpegjade]

Mr. Loverman (Pt. 3)

Alright frens and ferns. we’re gonna go through this shorter chapter. Still like 3 google docs pages but my fics are normally like 4-6 pages. (if you can’t tell, i’m a one-shot writer AND HAVENT WRITTEN A STORY FIC SINCE I WAS LIKE 14. shoutout to the wattpad days.) so this one is shorter bc i need to work but i wanted to put this out. part 4 will be much longer. idk how long im gonna end up making this fic in the end. ((yall gotta keep me encouraged to focus on this thing bc my adhd will in fact leave you all hanging on a cliff hanger and we wont look back lmao)))

i apologize for the shortness. i also apologize for adding the person i hate with a BURNING passion. yall just dont know. anyway, i’m so sorry. and for those who haven’t gotten to 11/12, there are no spoilers. this is like independent of that storyline and kinda after but i’ll explain a little in the next chapter. but i wanted to keep this true to the cm universe. also i didn’t want to create a wholeass character with a tragic backstory to explain why they’re a psychopath when in reality they just suck. that takes too damn long

warnings: none that i can think of. ((i dont even think i swore once. im so fucking proud. oops)) and no, i didnt proof read. so roll with any mistakes.

mr. loverman 1: Bloop

mr. loverman 2: bloop bloop 

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“Y/n, have you seen anything or anyone suspicious lately? Anyone you recognized from one place appearing in other spaces?” Prentiss said. 

Everyone was staring at you. You felt the pressure on you to say the right thing but you didn’t know. You didn’t know what to say so you tried honesty. 

“No, not that I’ve noticed. Sorry if that makes things harder.” You sighed. 

You felt like you were letting everyone down because you didn’t notice anyone. Everything in your life was mundane and nothing stood out. You were super aware of your surroundings but you still felt like it wasn’t enough. You spent more time than ever in your apartment, which was hell but necessary with everything going on.

“Here’s the problem.” Emily started. “We have received intel that you’re on a bounty hunter’s hit list. Not only that but they have been watching you for some time now.” 

You were speechless. Who would pay to have you killed? Who did you piss off enough to pay money to have you killed? And what did this bounty hunter look like? This made you incredibly nervous and despite being away for two years, your body just reacted. 

Spencer told himself not to freak out. This didn’t mean anything. You were holding his hand tightly. It was what you used to do every time you got scared. Spencer squeezed your hand a little bit to let you know he was there and then he felt you squeeze back. You didn’t let go of his hand through the rest of the conversation but Spencer was barely paying attention. Garcia eventually ushered the two of you out of the room and back to your temporary bedroom. 

The silence between you and Spencer was incredibly loud. You let go of his hand as soon as you got to the breakroom, apologizing. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” You said. You figured that he would know what you were talking about. You sat in your corner of the mattress where you previously sat and Spencer sat in the space he occupied before the meeting. 

“No, you were scared. It’s okay.” He said. 

Silence that seemed to last forever happened. You were thinking about him and he was thinking about you. You were both so nervous about what came next but you didn’t know what to say. It took forever to come up with something but Spencer came up with something. 

“I wasn’t lying.” Spencer looked down at his shoes. 

“About?” You said, confused. You leaned your head against the wall. You were getting so tired. 

“Missing you. You have been all that I’ve thought about through these past two years.” He said, finally looking up at you. 

“Spence…” You said, yawning. You closed your eyes for a moment. 

“I haven’t connected to anyone else as naturally as I connected with you.” He said. 

“Well, I guess I can’t say anything different since I haven’t been able to move on.” You said, sleepily. It had been a long day and you were beyond exhausted. When you’re that tired, anything you say is bound to be unfiltered. 

“You were the only one who cared for me, all of me, and didn’t mind everything that came with me. No one gets that. No one cares about me like you do, even now. I couldn’t bear to take the ring off because it would mean losing a piece of you. And I couldn’t do that. I may have broken off the relationship but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. To this day, I…” You barely said before you fell asleep. 

Spencer thought about waking you but you looked so peaceful. He hated when he was left on a cliffhanger, especially like this, but you needed rest. So Spencer gently helped you lay down and covered you with your blanket. He was about to walk outside the door to guard and take a breather but you grabbed his arm and mumbled a very small, “Stay.” 

And that’s what he did. He stayed, holding you while you slept peacefully. He was so comfortable that he eventually nodded off. That was the first time in two years that he didn’t have a nightmare that scared him awake. 

When he woke up, you were nowhere to be found. Frantically searching, he ran all over the floor before noticing it was sunrise. You loved watching the sun rise in the mornings with a cup of coffee and a nice playlist going. 

“Hey, Spence.” You said, looking out the window. You looked rested, not tired like yesterday. 

“Y/n, you scared me. I thought something happened.” He said, looking at you. How did you make a sundress look so pretty? 

“Sorry. I thought about waking you but you were smiling in your sleep, the small, happy smile you do, and I wanted you to sleep. Besides, I had Cat to keep me company.” 

Spencer’s blood ran cold. That wasn’t possible. He was jumping to conclusions and you were sure it was just an intern or someone who…

“Hey Spencie. I’m having a grand time with y/n here. She’s a ball of sunshine.” Cat said, a fake smile fading into a straight face. 

Spencer immediately grabbed for his gun but didn’t find it anywhere on his hip. 

“Looking for this?” Cat took the gun out of her bag and pointed it directly at Spencer. 

Your head could barely comprehend what was happening. You were instructed to put your hands up and walk into the conference room, sitting across from each other. 

“And no touching. That’s no fun.” Cat pointed the gun at Spencer. You noticed that she was fixated on Spencer. You guessed that they somehow knew each other.

You were already in tears. What was happening? Could you make it out of this one alive? 

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Tag list: 

@dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal

@andiebeaword

@justanothetfangirl

@fanfictionreader05 

@addie5264

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #cm #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

[gracereadstoomanybooks]

answering questions I’ve been asked on TikTok✨

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QUESTION: how did you get into reading?

So, when I was in middle school (many moons ago) we had this thing called AR Testing. Basically, you read a book and take a test on it—the questions were things that happened in the book, it was really simple. If you got a good grade, you got points. The more points you earned, the more eligible you were for the reading party at the end of each semester. Me, being the nerd I am, got top of my class because I went through 8th grade level books like it was nothing. The librarian at my school brought me books from the high school to read since everything was easy for me, and alas, my addiction began. And now that I have adult money, it’s a true addiction. Also, telling my father “I’m bored” and his response being, “go read a book or something” so thanks dad.

QUESTION: what’s one book you ALWAYS recommend to people?

This one is tough because I’ve read THOUSANDS of books, but if I had to choose one, it would probably be Confess by Colleen Hoover. I fell in love with her work in high school when I first read Ugly Love, but Confess is the type of book that pulls at your heart strings, y’all. It has everything people love: humor, sexual tension, drama, love. GO BUY THE DAMN BOOK. Or honestly any book by Colleen Hoover—she’s a fucking amazing author.

QUESTION: outside of making TikToks, what do you do for a living?

I currently work at a restaurant and hate every second of it. If anyone tells you to become a server, DONT. It’s not worth the hassle, I promise you. Sure, you can make decent money but the amount of rude customers and shitty tips you receive each shift is very disheartening. If you really need a job, do anything BUT work in the food industry.

QUESTION: what’s your wattpad story about?

First question: which one? I have about 30 drafts sitting there waiting to be posted. But, I’m going to assume you’re talking about the Harry Styles fan fiction I’ve been working on for the past 4 years and haven’t had the courage to post. I’ll tell you a little about it: Elaine Aldridge is forced into a betrothal to a man she’s never met & loathes. She goes to his court and realizes things aren’t what they truly seem. And the guard her future husband sticks on her??? None other than Mr. Harry Styles. Add in some magic & deaths and you’ve got my story— The First Prince. (Honestly, that’s an extremely shitty description so if you wanna check it out go to my wattpad account)

QUESTION: how old are you?

Ahem. . . twenty-one.

QUESTION: what is your dream career?

Being a published author and having people rave about my books. That’s all. Or, an editor for a publishing company. Imagine reading all day and being paid for it🤩

QUESTION: what was your least favorite read of 2020?

I already KNOW I’m gonna get shit for this but....... the wicked king. YALL I LITERALLY COULDNT GET THROUGH IT IM SO SORRY, I STILL HAVENT FINISHED IT

QUESTION: current favorite author?

Sarah. J. Maas. I don’t know what it is about her writing style, but it’s addicting. Throne of Glass is hands down the best series I’ve ever read. A Court of Thorns and Roses is the first book I’ve EVER reread. Her stories truly suck you in and hold onto you—you get lost so easily in her writing and it’s like once you’re done with a series, nothing will compare. Or, at least that’s how I felt after finishing Kingdom of Ash. Honorable mentions: Jennifer L. Armentrout, Penelope Douglas, L.J Shen, Elle Kennedy and Kennedy Fox.

QUESTION: any recommendations/tips to give to a new reader?

I’ve always given this advice to people who want to get into reading: find what you like and start with that. If you like romance, I’ve got a list for you to choose from. Mystery? Another list. Sci-fi? I GOT YOU. Fantasy? Yes! Sports fiction? It might take me a second but I’ll find you a book. Nonfiction? I’m zero help in that category, honestly. The point of the matter is that you’re never going to enjoy a book if you aren’t interested in the underlying topics.

QUESTION: do you ever find yourself comparing your life to fictional life?

Yes. All the time. I daydream about being apart of the Inner Circle and living in Terrasen with Aelin and Rowan. I think about what it would be like to have real powers and a mate. It drives my boyfriend crazy—but he loves me anyway.

QUESTION: what are your most anticipated books of 2021?

Here’s a list:

A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

The Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Gods and Monsters by Shelby Mahurin

Crescent City 2 (Untitled) by Sarah J. Maas

A Vow So Bold and Deadly by Brigid Kemmerer (I just ordered this one & it arrives tomorrow)

Blessed Monsters by Emily A. Duncan

QUESTION: why did you start a Tumblr?

Honestly, I used to love tumblr when I was in grade school (way too young to be on here then but what else is new). I like having an extra space to get my questions and comments out without having to compress it into a 60 second video for TikTok to see. Tumblr is a good place to blog & post things like this.

QUESTION: what’s your favorite song right now?

I’ve listened to Carry You by Novo Amor every day for the past two months and I cry each time.

QUESTION: why write Harry Styles fan fiction?

Simple: I love Harry Styles. I’ve been a fan of him and One Direction since they were on X FACTOR. Read that again. X. Factor. I used to watch their performances on YouTube before WMYB even came out. Of course, I love all of the 1D boys but I was always a Harry gal. And I look up to him in a way—I’ve read things about people wishing they knew him personally and honestly? I would never want to meet him. I like the version of him I’ve cooked up in my brain over the past 10 years. I like the symbiotic relationship I have with his music. Fine Line is a ✨masterpiece✨. HS1 is a ✨work of art✨.

now, some topics I’ve been asked way too many times and want to finally get to:

QUESTION: political views?

the saying “anyone but trump” has been in my brain for the past four years. No, I’m not a republican. No, I’m not a democrat. I like to think of myself as a progressive (ahem, liberal) Did I vote for a democratic candidate? Yes, and I’d do it again and again until the US isn’t one of the worst countries—I’m sorry, businesses— to be apart of. I wanted Bernie but got Biden, and I’m alright with that. And my girl Kamala🥳

QUESTION: how did you feel about the BLM protests?

I went to multiple BLM protests and donated a lot of funds to BLM & other organizations. It’s 2021, people... stop being fucking RACIST. And don’t be afraid to call racist people out! Black Lives Matter, even if no one is posting about it anymore.

QUESTION: thoughts on abortion?

your body your choice, queen! not my uterus, not my problem.

QUESTION: there was a comment on an old video of yours talking about r*pe, why did you delete the comment?

I made a video when I first started my account on TikTok about reading in public and feeling “turned on” by it. Go watch it if you don’t know what I’m talking about. BUT, some ignorant male decided to comment and say “this is how girls get r*ped”. Whew. So. I deleted the comment because ....

I am a victim of sexual assault. Along with a lot of other women. 1 in 5 women have been victims of sexual assault. Talking about being r*ped isn’t funny.

No one else needed to see his comment. I reported it immediately and his account was shut down.

I never got justice for what happened to me, and the fact that some random male—who had never even met me or seen me before my video showed up on his FYP—had the nerve to comment that? Unacceptable.

this question isn’t as controversial but

QUESTION: what’s the best way to get out of a toxic relationship?

okay, let me just start off by saying that the people around you who love and support you are going to be your backbone. Leaving a toxic situation is hard, and every situation is different, but my best piece of advice to offer you is don’t be afraid to ask for help. Your loved ones are going to be there for you when you need them, even if you don’t believe they will. If you explain what’s happening, someone you know and love will drop whatever it is their doing to make sure you get out safely. good luck my babes.

now, back to our regularly scheduled program:

QUESTION: any tips on making tiktoks?

Literally none. I post what I think is funny and relatable and if anyone agrees, I’m satisfied. Even if it’s one view, it’s good enough for me. So I guess my one tip is to not base your life off of an app and followers.

QUESTION: favorite Harry Styles fanfic?

DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE. Duplicity is up there, along with Stall 1&2, and Kiwi. After? Absolutely not.

QUESTION: favorite WEBTOON?

y’all already KNOW. LORE OLYMPUS BY USEDBANDAID. Rachel is a genius and I have reread the series a million times. Hades is my soulmate and Apollo can rot in the fiery pits of the Underworld. also, if we’re talking about other webcomics, reading Walk on Water on mangadex...🤫

QUESTION: favorite movie?

Howls Moving Castle. I will be getting my “a heart is a heavy burden” tattoo very very soon.

QUESTION: I read your Elain theory on tumblr, can you explain a little more?

I thought I was pretty straightforward but I’ll say it again: she is always the “good” one and it’s too suspicious. SJM has already given one Archeron sister a happy ending, Nesta’s is obviously inevitable, but Elain? She has too many options for a happy ending. Lucien, who is her “mate”. Azriel, who is intrigued by her slightly. Her human guy—I don’t remember his name—who is disgusted that she’s not human anymore. Or, alone, planting flowers all day. BUT! My point is that she’s not truly happy. She was forced into the Cauldron just like Nesta. She was ripped away from the life she loved so dearly and didn’t want to give up. The man she was going to marry now hates her guts because she’s a High Fae. She has the perfect set up for a villain plot line and I’m all here for it.

well, that’s all I feel like doing tonight. hope you enjoyed my little q&a! be kind, and talk to you later! byeeee!

#a court of silver flames #acotar #harry styles #one direction #sarah j maas #throne of glass #wattpad #tiktok #elain archeron #howls moving castle #lore olympus #q&a time #walk on water #persephone #lore olympus hades

[sapphireharrie]

Hi, Lovie

I’ts been quite a while now since you guys heard from me! I havent been mentally stable for a while but it’s all fine, I’ve been busying myself with my comfort character since I was 7 years old *cough* harry potter *cough* draco malfoy.

I haven’t been writing any Harry’s fics for a while now, I’m so sorry. Some of them are done, but they haven’t been edited yet, and I dont really like how they ended an how they look for now.

However, I have been writing a Draco Malfoy fic on wattpad now, it’s called From the Stars to the Stars and my username is sapphirewrote. It’s a slowburn and realistic fic so you dont have to worry about Draco being mushy-mushy right from the start, haha! It also started from the year of POA to DH.

Please check it out if any of you is interested in my writing, and is also a Harry Potter fan. It would mean the world to me.

Thank you, hope you guys have an endless supply of great great days!

Love,

Sapphire

https://www.wattpad.com/story/245284830-from-the-stars-to-the-stars-%E2%86%92-draco-malfoy

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles sad #draco malfoy #draco x oc #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #realistic draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter fiction #hermione granger #prisoner of azkaban #harry potter and the goblet of fire #order of phoenix #deathly hallows #draco malfoy slowburn #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy series #draco malfoy scenarios #draco malfoy story #harry potter story #draco malfoy x ravenclaw #ravenclaw #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor

[marveloustommy]

Faith chapter 1

Alright guys - this is the first time i’ve written pretty much anything so dont expect it to be that great. Im mostly writing to get my mind off stuff so if you have any requests, feel free to send them in :)  like ive said - i havent really written much so please be nice lol. Im writing this slowly but im also putting it on my wattpad Pounce500, so if it looks familiar thats why! Anyways enjoy the story

Rosie Atwood woke up to the sun shining right into her window. She could hear the movement of her family downstairs as her body fully started to wake. Rosie stretched out and heard the satisfying cracking of her joints, rolling onto her back. Dark brown hair scattered over the pillows while Rosie floundered around in her bed. Rosie’s blaring blue eyes slowly adjusted to the light as she turned to grab her phone. 9:23am     April 12, 2016. Rosie unlocked her phone and went about the daily routine of a teen and checked her social media.

At 19 years old, Rosie was still living at home with her parents. She found not paying rent while trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life to be the best option, and one she didn’t necessarily mind. Her family consisted of Rosie, her mother, Patty, her father, Derek, and her 2 twin 15 year old brothers, Jace and Matt. Jace was the older of the 2 by a 15 minute delay and would never hesitate to remind his younger brother of the fact. Rosie got along with her family quite well and was always willing to help with her brothers. Ever since Rosie was a kid, she was always like a parental figure to her younger brothers. She loved them dearly.

“ROSIE” she heard Jace yell up the stairs. Damn kid was too lazy to walk up the stairs like a normal person to even see if she was awake. Matty was always the kinder one (and the least lazy). Rosie groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. She could smell breakfast being cooked, her stomach rumbled, thinking of the food she would be eating. Rosie through on a hoodie over her sleep shirt and slowly wandered to the kitchen, where she saw her brothers fighting over a piece of bacon. Reaching in between them, she took it from the twins’ joint grasp and took a bite off the end.

“Rosie, what the hell?” Jace yelled as he watched his older sister easily grab the piece of bacon between 2 fingers and raise her eyebrows at the boys.

“Jace! Language please!” Patty chastised her oldest son before turning back to the stove. Rosie looked around the room in search of her father. For 9:30am on a Tuesday morning – the kids father would be sitting in his seat in the living room watching some rerun of a sports game while sipping a coffee. She took a seat at the table next to Matt.

“Where’s dad?” Rosie turned to her mother, turning herself in her chair to face the women at the stove.

“He got called in to work a little bit today – they’ve been understaffed, and he could always use the overtime hours” Her mother stated. Rosie sighed, this happened often. Her mother used that lie around the twins, but Rosie knew the reason. Her parents never had the greatest relationship, being married young after finding out they were expecting. All to keep Rosie’s grandparents happy. Ever since then, her father has been “working” often in order to get away from the stress of having children that young. Rosie’s parents were high school sweethearts and found out at only 20 years old that they were expecting. Being raised in a religious home caused Derek to marry Patty at only 21. He didn’t regret it – Derek loved his kids, but at only 39, he got easily stressed and would take it out in yelling matches against his wife. The two fought over nothing and everything, and while her parents did a good job raising the kids, a lot of responsibility fell to Rosie.

“Dad was supposed to take us to the new Captain America movie today mom.” Matt stated. The twins had gotten into the Marvel universe after their father had showed them some comics he had found from when he was a kid. The boys had been overjoyed when they found out their father would be taking them to see, hopefully, one of the greatest marvel movies made. Patty looked apologetically to her sons, knowing how bad they had wanted to go.

“How about I take you guys?” Rosie questioned the boys after seeing how genuinely upset they had become at the knowledge of their father’s absence from the day’s events. Rosie didn’t necessarily hate the movies – she just never got invested enough to call herself a fan. Sure, she had seen all the movies once, due to having obsessed younger brothers, but she never fully paid attention to care a lot about the plot. Both her brothers heads shot up to look at her after she popped the question.

“Who wants their sister to take them to a movie?” Jace replied looking somewhat offended at the question. Rosie scrunched her nose up at the boy.

“Do you want to see the movie or not?” She replied to the stubborn kid.

“Could you just maybe……. not sit with us?” Jace came up with a compromise, really wanting to see the movie, but not wanting to be caught with his older sister. Rosie rolled her eyes but agreed, which made the boy jump up out of their seats to cheer. Rosie looked to her mother who was smiling at her daughter. Rosie and the boys excused themselves to get ready for the great day ahead of them.

 Rosie took her time getting ready. It was only 10am, and the movie didn’t start until 3pm. She had plenty of time to get her self ready and looking presentable. A knock sounded through her room and Rosie walked towards it.

“We need to leave by 12:30 to make sure we can get tickets and get good seats, Rose” Matt spoke quickly when she opened her door.

“Why do we need to leave that early? I’m sure the tickets won’t be gone that fast, right?” Rosie asked in confusion. It was just a movie? Why would it be sold out nearly 3 hours before the showtime. Despite her confusion, she agreed to the curly haired 15 year old before rushing to the shower. She now only had about 2 hours before they needed to leave. Once Rosie was done in the shower, she threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a clean hoodie before starting on her makeup. She filled her eyebrows, added a little mascara and a nice wing of eyeliner to either eye before sliding on her glasses and fixing her hair. Both Rosie and Matt had been cursed with her father’s thick curly hair, where Jace got the straight thin hair of their mother. She applied some curl cream before adding a bit of gel to hold her curls in place as the day went on. She ran downstairs and threw on her black VANS before grabbing her purse and the $30 her mother gave her to get into the theatre. She yelled at the boys before saying goodbye to her mother and pushed the twins out the door. The drive to the theater wasn’t bad – but parking was another story. She drove around the block 3 times before finding a space and quickly parking the car. The 3 Atwood siblings made their way to the theater, heading inside to get tickets and seats.

“Hi, 1 adult and 2 teens for Civil War please?” Rosie smiled at the older man behind the counter. He nodded and rang the siblings through. Once she paid the man he swiveled the screen towards her to pick their seats. The 2 boys immediately picked seats as close to the middle of the theater, while the older girl picked a seat up in the top row of the theater.

“You’ll be in cinema number 2, up on the right there” The man smiled as the 3 set off to watch the newest movie in the marvel universe.

#tomholland #tomhollandxreader #mcucastfanfiction #tomhollandfanfic #spiderman #Marvel #mcu

[vanchlo]

The Assistant / Chapter Forty-One, “Finally”

*Gifs are not mine*

Clickable Links:

- *NEW* Becky Magazine Cover from an O.C. Tag Challenge c:

- Masterlist feat. all chapters and Character Surveys

- Inspo tag

- Hecky Playlist

- Read on Wattpad

Warnings: None

Word Count: 10.3k words

Song:  You’re Still The One by Shania Twain, bc duh Just Like Heaven by The Cure (click to listen)

A/N: I am SO excited for you to read this chapter, you’ll soon find out why ;)

                                 SNEAKYYYYYY PEEEEEK

For the fiftieth time in the last two days, I couldn’t be more grateful for how easy things are coming together. I couldn’t be more thankful to have him by my side. It still feels like a dream getting to live this life now, and getting to work with him on the daily, singing Spice Girls amidst stolen cheek kisses.

One puzzle piece at a time, and there’s only one or two pieces left in this puzzle of ours.

"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’"

                             - Iain Thomas, ‘I Wrote This For You’

There was truly nothing that could rock the waves I was currently riding, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to do the very thing that would make them even bigger. They had only climbed since telling Asher earlier this evening, and the smile that shared on our faces. 

Skye was sprawled out on the sofa when I opened the door, finding it impossible to hide the grin on my face as I read a text from Harry that had dinged a moment before. 

i havent been this excited for somethin in a long time bug. absolutely cant wait to see u on friday, idk if i can wait that long ;) good luck on ur case with Myles 2moro, you’ll do great Becks xo

“Well, look who has a pep in her step, all of a sudden. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile in days, since Harry’s left. What’s the occasion, Ree?” she teases, surprising me with the simple act of muting an episode of The Great British Bake Off that our nights consist of as of late. 

“I may have had a good day,” I suggest with a shrug of my shoulders as I put my coat away in the closet. 

“Since bloody when? You were in a shitty mood the last time we spoke, having ‘Harry withdrawals,’ or something. I’d say the only reason you could be happy right now is if you’d seen him, which would be impossible seeing he’s in Glasgow for another few days,” she mutters. I observe the look on her face change and how her eyebrows dance along her forehead after I turn around to face her, letting the smile lose. “Wait, he’s still there, isn’t he?” she questions, reaching a hand out as if looking for an answer with her body, too. 

My head shakes from side to side slowly as my lips part to show my teeth, a rarity among my smiles, and the expression dawning on her face tells me she recognizes it too. “He came back today, his case finished early, Skye. And I asked him out on a date!” 

“You didn’t?! Ree, you better not be kidding with me, or I’m gonna be really pissed at you!” she chuckles, feigning intimidation in her voice. Hints of the emotions buzzing around inside of me play across her face, meanwhile, my happiness keeps growing notch after notch. 

I don’t know if I can wait that long either, Harry, cause I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. Thank you so much xxx

“I’m not kidding, Skye, and he said yes! He didn’t even let me finish asking and he said yes!” I exclaim after sending the text I had been typing, feeling her arms come around me in a shock when I look back up. 

“I’m so fucking happy for you, Ree, it’s about bloody time!” she remarks excitedly, almost crushing me in a hug. 

“Me too, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy,” I admit softly, relaxing in her arms, even though part of me wishes they were the arms of somebody else. Only an hour later, and I already miss him. Wow, I’ve got this bad. 

“Did you kiss him at least?!”

“No, I’m waiting for the date, I guess. I looked like proper crap today, I’ve been up so late the last few nights prepping for the case with Myles,” I laugh, pulling away from her smell of peaches and chocolate when my pocket dings. 

“First kisses aren’t something you plan, Ree, they just happen out of nowhere. The sooner, the better.” 

“I guess you’re right,” I confess with a smile stuck to my lips. “We’ll just see what happens.”

+

Happiness and its synonyms still fill me to the brim an hour later, and whilst my thumbs flit across the screen of my phone. Her words stare back at me, and unbeknownst to me how, I wish I could see her again already. My footsteps wander down the main hallway, and before I know what I’m doing, I arrive at her door. Low and behold, it’s closed and my heart sinks into my chest when I find darkness waiting behind it. 

miss u already bug xoxo

My words are whisked off to her, and soon my legs are entering the doorway of a certain somebody’s office, although not the one I was hoping for.

“It’s about time you made your rounds and came to say hi to me. Should I feel offended I’m the last one on your list?” Myles teases from behind his desk with a grin lining his lips. 

“Oh, shuddup. Did Becks leave already fer tha night?” I question, letting my shoulder fall to the door frame as I watch the small ‘delivered’ appear under my blue text. 

“Yeah, I ran into her about twenty minutes ago in the break room when she was clocking out. What, didn’t you already see her?”

“Ya, she was me first visitor. I was jus’ hopin’ t’ see her ‘gain,” I shrug, well aware of the terrible job I’m doing of hiding the one hundred watt smile I’m wearing. 

“And does that have anything to do with you blinding me with that smile of yours?” he inquires, raising a sandy blonde eyebrow at me. 

“Maybe it has sumthin’ t’ do with me havin’ a date with her on Friday, as of an hour ago,” I reveal casually with a shrug of my shoulders, feeling the smile grow larger somehow. 

“Fucking finally,” Myles chimes with happiness spreading across his face, and I nod quickly. 

“I know, ‘s all finally comin’ t’getha fer us.”

+

It would be accurate to say that I was still in utter disbelief after yesterday, and rehashing it all to Skye the second I got home only made it all seem more real, and even better. Then again, that was an understatement, because I had been waiting for this for years. I had been waiting to feel this way for too long, and to be able to say and think that I have a date with Harry tomorrow. An actual, proper date. Several times, I cursed myself for not making the date on Thursday night, tonight, because although I had waited painstakingly for five days, another two felt like twenty years.

It was even bittersweet coming to work the next day and not seeing him there, confusing the habits and expectations I had come to know. I still had to finish up the case with Myles that he would finish arguing, with my help, for the next two days. I tried to think of it that way, that the date would be even better after finishing that case, and in a way, signifying my return to Harry. God, it was all too perfect, but it would be even more so if I didn’t have to wait another bloody day, well actually two, to see him. Yesterday wasn’t long enough, but when I think about it, no length of time ever is with him and that’s how I know I’m in trouble.

Also, that I’m walking right into one of my dreams.

+

After a morning spent in court starting off the case, I was back at the firm with Myles after lunch to work on it some more. He had given me more time to myself to work on my own than Harry had, but I preferred it that way. Harry was right, Myles was good to me, and I did learn a lot from him, but it wasn’t the same as being with Harry. Nothing has ever and never will be the same as being with him, certainly not. Also, the whole Family and Interpersonal side of court was depressing as fuck, I found out. The topic littered Harry and I’s conversations the last almost week, resulting in me taking after him and deciding to stay far away from it for now. 

I’m reminded of him everywhere I go, and it definitely makes trying to get my work done all the more difficult. I see his face in the succulent sat at the corner of my desk, behind my office chair where he would lean over me to help me on my laptop, on my sofa where he opened his birthday presents with explosive happiness, and in the reflection on the tall window where I now stand in the same spot as on his birthday when he hugged me against his front with a kiss to my head. A day later, and it all still feels so surreal to me, and I’m not mad about it. I appreciate its distracting qualities, leaving me to not worry as much about what the hell I’m going to wear tomorrow, and messing things up. Skye’s already picked out five outfits for me by now, I’m sure, but I was at a loss last night when I perused my closet. The pressure to impress somebody I’ve already met a hundred times, feels even greater than my second interview I had at the firm, and I tell myself I don’t know why, even though I do.

I want to wear the right thing, and feel beautiful. More than that, I don’t want to mess things up between us, again, no matter how stupid that sounds. No matter how premature it is to worry about right now.

With the happiest of sighs, I wander over to my bookshelf that now sits a dozen law books, gifts from Harry, Skye, Robbie, my dad, and Asher. Perhaps my favorite, to no surprise, is the Lawyer’s Dictionary that Harry got me. It has a section for all of the law jargon, another on many important laws, and lastly finishes with a guide for working the courtroom. I was just getting on my tippy toes to grab it when I feel a pair of arms surround my chest and pull me against theirs. 

“Hiya, brat,” a voice teases, tickling my neck. 

“Harry!” I exclaim with surprise, grabbing hold of his forearms. “Why do you love to scare me so much?”

“I dunno, ‘s fun, and coz yer a brat, so ya deserve it,” he giggles, and finally I relent and do too as I turn around to face him. 

“I am not a brat!” I argue, finding his flushed stubbly cheeks, taking a second to get used to the thick stubble covering them now. 

“Ya are, I reckon, couldn’t even wake me up last night t’ finish tha rest o’ tha FRIENDS episode on FaceTime, jus’ kept watchin’ along without me. If that doesn’t make ya a brat, then I dunno what does,” he tuts, clucking his tongue as he shakes his head at me. My giggles grow into a hearty chuckle as his folded hands settle at the small of my back. 

“Harry Edward!” I scoff, swatting at his chest once again hidden by his Northface coat, matching his black skinny jeans. 

“Hey, ya betta watch that hand o’ yers, bug, and that mouth too.”

“I’m not a brat,” I whine, all facial features falling into a pout that immediately grabs his attention. 

“Rebecca Ann, don’t even start with me. Put that bloody pout away befo’ ya regret it,” he insists, pointing his eyes at me with the smallest of smirks peeking through on his lips. It wins him over and soon his dimples accompany his deep laugh. “Stop, yer not a brat, bug, ‘m jus’ teasin’ ya. Y’know that. Jus’ can’t believe it didn’t even take a week fer ya t’ skip ahead o’ me in our show.”

“The episode was already three quarters of the way over!” I protest, earning a good finger wag at me. I fight back and push against his chest. “And I didn’t want to wake you up, you were so tired.”

“No, it was not! It was only half way through and ya couldn’t even wake me up! How rude o’ my Becks t’ be makin’ up excuses.” 

“Stop being mean to me,” I pout again, beginning to turn away with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“Hey, ‘m jus’ givin' ya a hard time, bug, y’know that. Yer neva a brat, and even if ya are, yer my brat,” Harry hums warmly, the honey returning to his voice in full force as he catches me around the middle with his arms once again. I can’t remember the last time I heard his voice absent of the honey, though. I don’t ever want to. “I wouldn’t want ya any otha way.”

“I knew you were only joking.”

“You li’l liar!” he laughs against my temple and mine joins his ever so contagious one. “Y’know, ‘ve always loved how ya neva take me shit and how ya can dish it right back, Becks.”

“Of course, I figured out at  the very beginning that I wouldn’t get by without it.”

“That’s me girl,” he coos, bringing me forth and round to find his gentle green eyes once more. They smile at me with a sparkle to them I haven’t had the pleasure to know before. I’ve yet to see him look at anybody this way, and I wonder if I have my own special look in my eyes for him, too. If I do, it was born long ago. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had said you were going to take it easy until Monday, since your case got done early,” I wonder aloud, unsure of what to do with my hands until they venture to his coat’s zipper on their own, pulling it up and down distractedly. 

“I was, until My’ roped me into a partner meetin’ t’day, and I wanted t’ see a special sumbody,” he sighs with an accented roll of his eyes at first, and then they dish out their dazzle on me. “But that’s it, and ‘m off afta that. I hafta do a li’l work fer my case afta finishin’ it, but it’ll only take ten minutes tops. Then laundry, cleanin’, and tha like at home before grocery shoppin’. Only jus’ now got outta bed, tha bloody jetlag.”

“Ah, I see. The work of a lawyer never ends, it seems,” I comment and he nods above me, eyes watching my every move closely. “God, if I knew you’d be here today I would have tried a little harder when I got dressed this morning,” I laugh nervously, my eyes falling to his crimson button-up peeking out from his coat, decorated with gray flowers and foliage. 

“Ya don’t even hafta try and ya look gorgeous, Becks. Promise,” Harry disagrees, the molasses pouring out from his words and into my heart, pushing the very last chip away. Just like that, I’m all his again, but I think it happened long before this and I didn’t know. Daring a look up at him, the dimples couldn’t be deeper in his cheeks as his sunshine smile radiates onto me, the pad of his thumb rough against my cheek. “I sure missed seein’ that smile, ‘s me favourite.” 

My anxiousness carries away with the sunshine, and I’m left with red cheeks and a smile that makes them hurt. It almost pains me to look into his bright sunny eyes, but I wouldn’t want to be looking anywhere else. Finally, I let myself look and with that, I let him in a little further and start to let go. 

“You’re really laying it on thick,” I jest harmlessly with a smile, dragging my finger down the seam of his chest where the two sides of the fabric meet in red cloth buttons. 

“Ya, coz I finally can,” he grins, and the warmth spreading across my body in tingly waves finds an outlet in a soft laugh of mine. 

Anxious yes, but ever so happy while his hand spreads out flush against my back, fingertips moving lazily. I’ve already pinched myself once or twice today wondering if this is all a dream, and shocked that I could ever be this happy. There were so many times I doubted the existence of it and its possibility, and everything it had to do with having this with Harry. Predictably, an electronic twinkle interrupts our conversation, and I’m confused to find him lifting his wrist. 

“Woah, look at the fancy lawyer,” I tease, his already colossal smile growing taller as he flicks a finger across his shiny new Apple watch. “That must have cost a pretty penny.”

“Ya, and My’ dished out e’ry last cent,” he titters, pressing his palm to the shiny surface rounded by space grey edges, returning his eyes and hands to me. “It was his birthday present t’ me, sayin’ that I should be mo’ organized at me age, or sumthin’.”

“Talk about brutal honesty right there.”

“Don’t go bloody agreein’ with him now!” Harry scoffs, but his mouth open in disgust is no more, lined by joyous lips that soon attack my cheeks in kisses. 

“No, no, no!” I beg aloud in shrieks when his quick fingers dance along my ribs, sending jolts of electricity across my body. More exclamations and pleas escape them before I say the magic words, “Harry Edward!” 

“What d’ya want, hmm, Rebecca Ann?” he asks breathlessly, that adorable breathy laugh falling off of his glossy cherry lips. 

“I think you like saying my full name too much,” I contend, giving up and falling into the sage green abyss of his eyes for the hundredth time, or more. 

“Maybe I do. Maybe I like it,” he shrugs mischievously, that smirk glued to his lips that pull me in. 

“Do you like it, the watch?”

“Ya, ‘s nice. I thought ‘d told ya ‘bout it, sorry. Reckon it has helped me t’ stay organized. Speakin’ of, me meetin’ ‘s inna few, so I hafta take off, bug,” he croons with disapproving lips, his bottom lip soon jutting out from the top. 

“Harry Styles, don’t you even!” I threaten rather weakly, the sounds of happiness leaving my lips doing a good job of that. 

“Oh, and what if I don’t? Hmmm, Rebecca Holte, jus’ what will ya do ‘bout it?” Harry returns, wiggling an eyebrow at me that makes my chest rumble with harder laughter. 

“I’ll just have to stop you, but I don’t know how just yet.”

A devilish smirk is born on his lips before my eyes, and soon leaves my view while his face escapes to the crook of my neck, his voice soon tickling my skin, “Lawyers gotta be quick on their feet, bug. Reckon I can think o’ a way ya can make these lips stop poutin’, maybe ya can try it on me t’morro’ afta our date,” he hums against my neck, knitting up his sentence with a whisper of a kiss below my ear.

I feel like a fricken sixteen-year-old all over again, and I’m loving every second. 

“You better get going to your meeting, before you’re late, Harry,” I giggle uncontrollably,  sure that my face is blotchy with red all over because of what he just said. My suspicion is confirmed when he lifts his head of moused curls to look me in the eyes again, and the glint in them tells me so. I feel like I can read him even better now, all because he’s letting me. 

“‘s alright, they expect me t’ be late by now, ‘s a given,” he insists with a comedic shrug of his shoulders, hands wandering away from my back and to our sides where they invite my hands into his. 

“Will you stop and say goodbye this time?”

“‘Course, bug. ‘m sorry I missed ya yestaday, ya had already left afta I had made me rounds,” he assures me, receiving a quiet ‘it’s okay’ from me. 

“Try not to fall asleep at your meeting today,” I joke, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly before he scoops me into his arms for a squeeze. 

“I won’t if ya promise not t’ be a brat anymo’ and skip ahead in our show.”

“Get lost and go to your meeting already!” I laugh, shoving him away by his chest, observant of his mouth relaxing into a disbelieving ‘O’. His laugh echoes mine quickly, only disrupted when my hand comes to his cheek to plant my lips on his other for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’m so glad you’re back, Harry.”

“So am I, Becks, so bloody much,” he echoes, holding my hands a little tighter in his, even bringing one to his lips for a kiss. “Good luck on yer case, love, for tha thousandth time. ‘m so proud o’ you.”

With that, he leaves me in a puddle of my own surreal emotions, disappearing from my office with a look over his shoulder wearing that smirk. That very smirk I want so desperately to kiss off those cherry lips already. Tomorrow, I think, if I can make it until then. Just one more day.

+

I had been struggling with finishing this last part, or rather redoing it, for too long now. When my eyes again strayig to the violet clock, I was surprised to find that it had been almost an hour, and I hadn’t gotten much further. With my head in my hands, I sigh as feelings battle to be felt within my insides. After today’s argument, Myles and I had to shift our approach, and I still wasn’t sure of how to do that. He had been helping me, of course, but I still felt so lost. It doesn’t help that he’s currently caught up in the partner’s meeting that Harry is also at, and Jennings who is but isn’t a partner. I still don’t get it, even though Harry explained it to me a few times. The next time he does, I’ll have to remember to ask him to dumb it down for me. 

Even after pouring over our shared notes in Google Docs, and my several law books strewn across my desk, I’m at a loss for what to do.

I wish more than anything that it was already five pm tomorrow, and that the only thing I have to think about is my date with Harry. I still don’t know what the hell to wear, or to do with my hair, or how heavy to go with my makeup. 

“Why tha long face, bug?” somebody pipes up, pulling me away from my immersive thoughts. Blinking hard, I tear my eyes away from the laptop screen and look over to the door, but I don’t lift my tired head from my propped fist. 

“I don’t know what to do for my argument.”

“Still? Why didn’t ya jus’ ask, Becks?” Harry hums with an inviting smile, pressing the door to come just shy of closing. 

I shrug my shoulders with a heavy exhale, scrolling through what I have so far, quickly realizing how embarrassing it’ll be to show him. I can’t exit out quickly enough, hearing his footsteps arrive behind me. 

“Hey, what d’ya think yer doin’?” he teases when I switch tabs, quickly feeling the weight of his hand on top of mine, dragging the mouse along. “Don’t be nervous, love, ‘m here t’ help. Always am,” he coos softly, a hand settling on my adjacent shoulder, earning me an encouraging squeeze. 

“It’s embarrassing, Harry. I’ve been sitting here for over an hour trying to figure out what to do, and I have next to nothing to show for it.”

“Relax, ‘s only yer first official case yer arguin’. Don’t be so hard on yerself, Becks. It sounds like ya need a break, bug,” he insists, sending sparks along my left arm as he rubs stripes along the skin. It’s not long before I hear a familiar laugh and slowly, Harry’s dancing figure comes into view. “Yo ‘ll tell ya what I want, what I really, really want. So tell me what ya want, what ya really, really want,” he belts out, his phone blasting the song cupped in his hand. 

“Oh my God,” I sigh with an accidental laugh, my head falling into my hands. I’m too curious though, and so I peek out from behind my spread fingers to watch him sing passionately with his eyes closed while breaking out some amusing dance moves. “Please, stop,” I chuckle, but I’m sure he also hears the lie in my voice. 

“‘m not stoppin’.”

“Please, Harry. You’re going to make me die from secondhand embarrassment,” I confess into my hands, feeling brave and letting my fingers fall down to below my eyes. Mistakenly, his catch mine and they fly back up to cover my eyes, or for the most part. 

“Rebecca Ann, ‘m not stoppin’ ‘til ya come and join me.”

“Then you’re going to be there for a while,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, certain of one thing and that’s the smile claiming my lips, and the forgotten document staring at me. I’m too preoccupied with the silly, dancing man in front of my eyes, and how somehow this makes me love him all the more. 

“Becks,” he insists, in between singing along to the song very badly. Oh no, I think as his steps near me once again. Before I know it, I’m staring into darkness as his breath tickles the back of my neck. 

“Stop,” I beg with laughs interjected among my pleas. They grow into near shouts and exclamations when his singing is accompanied by his fingers dancing across my sides, and along the slopes of my neck. “Harry!” I almost yell, and when my laughs couldn’t hurt my belly more, it all ceases. Only the singing remains and is joined by his stubbly cheek against my temple, and his arms coiled around my shoulders. “If ya wanna be my lova, ya gotta get with my friends.”

“Make it last forever, friendship never ends,” I continue for him, giggles heard at the end when his nose tickles the corner of my sensitive neck. 

“There’s me happy Becks, ‘m glad I found her ‘gain,” Harry coos, leaving a kiss on my temple before he helps me to tackle my argument. 

Five days did and didn’t feel very long when I think about it now, with his arms wrapped around me as his voice tickles my ear. Too easily, I can remember his absence over those long days, and how effortlessly they felt far longer. I barely survived with his texts and phone calls alone, and it hurts to think that if it hadn’t been for his case finishing early, I’d still be sitting here in my office all in my lonesome. 

Those thoughts are yanked away - thank God - when his voice brings me back, spewing legal mumbo jumbo that luckily nowadays I can understand, but I couldn’t have always said that. Harry makes quick work of what would be my best route to take and how I do that, and for the fiftieth time in the last two days, I couldn’t be more grateful for how easy things are coming together. I couldn’t be more thankful to have him by my side. It still feels like a dream getting to live this life now, and getting to work with him on the daily, singing Spice Girls amidst stolen cheek kisses.

One puzzle piece at a time, and there’s only one or two pieces left in this puzzle of ours.

+

The murmur of voices assaults my ears when I walk through the door, and feel my vision tugged towards the ceiling decorated with chandeliers. A song by Frank Sinatra floats around the entryway, hardly calming my overactive nerves, despite it being a favorite of my late grandpa’s. When I finally reach the host’s stand, the nerves topple out with my words, jumbling them.

“Reservation for H-Harry Styles, please,” I tell the towering, dark haired man. After a few moments tapping away on the kiosk, he grabs two menus and leads me through a maze of linen covered tables sat under the glow of the several chandeliers. 

I try to hide my disappointment when he leads me to an empty, round table, leaving with a few words about my server being with me soon. Another feeling bubbles up inside me, forcing itself to join all of the others mixed together within me. I had a feeling I was too early, I think silently as I shrug off my long pea coat to hang over my chair. Skye’s wishes of good luck and ‘lots of snogging’ float back to me, filling my sad cheeks with another wash of pink. ‘No, you aren’t driving yourself, I’m dropping you off so then you can get a ride home with him, and lay a big one on him when he walks you up,’ she had insisted, but the anxiousness years in the making is doing a good job of making me doubt myself tonight. 

My attention drifts to my phone that is silent with no new messages, but I still check our conversation. The last message was from him:

see u in half an hour for our date bug :) xxx

My thumb scrolls through our previous messages, straying to last night’s that brings a smile to my face. 

I have no idea what to wear tomorrow :/ 

meant it when i said u look beautiful in anything Becks ;) help what should i wear ? xx

I might be a little impartial to that gray suit you wore to my class lecture that one time ;) 

noted ;) i may especially love the color red on u if u wanna know 

Noted ;) Question....

shoot, love 

Skye was gonna drop me off tonight on her way to her boyfriend’s …. Would a ride home be too much to ask?

course not Becks. anytime u need a ride im here. id love to give u a ride home. perfect we can jam 2 some spice girls in the car then ;) 

I can’t wait

neither can i bug :) 

My reminiscing is interrupted when my eyes fall to my outfit of choice, tugging up the scoop neck that Skye insisted wasn’t ‘too slutty.’ Now, I’m not so sure about it, and I can’t decide if I wish he’d show up already, or if I’m not ready. Those thoughts are stolen away when the texts disappear on my phone, his smiling face claiming the screen with a jingle. 

“Hello?” I answer with a gulp, trying to hide the anxious tremble in my voice. I can’t help it, my eyes dart to my wrist, noticing it’s already 6:05 pm.

“Hi, bug. ‘m sorry but tha traffic ‘s horrendous and ‘m afraid ‘ll be late gettin’ t’ tha restaurant. E’rybody else ‘s comin’ home from work too,” Harry explains from the other side, a weird sound taking over his voice. Yeah, we’re not too good at this pretending thing anymore, are we? I can hear the nerves in his voice, probably just like he can hear them in mine. 

“Oh, it’s okay, Harry. I don’t mind at all, just be careful driving,” I respond, feeling a sense of relief at knowing where he is. I know he never would, but it squashes the tiny voice inside of me saying he wasn’t ever going to show up. 

“‘Course I will, love. Thanks fer understandin’. Reckon ‘ll be there in ten. Are ya there already?” he responds, just the sound of his voice doing wonders at calming me down. The only thing that could take it all away is a hug, one of his.

“Yeah, I just sat down.”

“Mmmm, d’ya mind scopin’ out tha menu while yer there? I won’t be too long, we can order once I get there, if that’s alright,” he asks, the sound of traffic sneaking into our phone call for a second. Then, I hear him sigh ‘finally’ and the subsequent thrum of the motor.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon then, careful driving.”

“I can’t wait t’ see you, Becks,” he hums before hanging up, leaving me sitting across from an empty chair that I can’t stop picturing him sitting in. 

This is really happening.

Finally.

+

The sound of her voice rings in my ears, and does nothing to stop the anxious shakes coursing throughout my body. Curses fall under my breath as I honk at somebody who pulls out right in front of me, making me slam on my brakes. With a sigh, I turn on my indicator before making my turn.

Pulling my keys from the ignition drenches my surroundings in silence, and reminds me of my heart beating wildly within my chest. Looking up, the decorative windows of the restaurant appear before me in shrouded light. She’s somewhere in there . . waiting for me.

Get it together, Harry. You can do this.

My eyes drift to the rear view mirror and I card my fingers through my hair until it looks decent enough. That’s as good as it’s going to get, I almost mutter while smoothing down my blazer underneath my coat. The bone chilling February night nips at my face once my feet touch the tarmac. Streetlights cast glows all around me, as well as the headlights of several cars. The thumping within my chest grows louder and faster as my feet near the door, and then the stand where a manicured man waits.

“Hi. I made a reservation unda the name ‘Harry Styles’,” I tell him, immediately casting my eyes to the tables within view, searching for her dark chocolate locks. 

“Right this way,” he replies, waving a hand to follow him and I do. He leads me past several tables, empty and occupied, and almost gets me lost in the process.

The last thing I feel is lost when my eyes finally find her.

“Thank you. I-I got it from here,” I tell him hurriedly, holding a hand out that brings us both to a halt. He walks away after a short ‘you��re welcome,’ leaving me there, right where I want to be.

I don’t remember the smile reaching my ears or my heart quieting within my chest as I watch her flip through the menu thirty feet away from me. The prettiest red dress dons her long body, falling just underneath her collarbones and draped over the curve of her shoulders. Her hair falls in dark, natural waves, almost hiding the round opal sitting above the scoop of scarlet fabric. A tingling sensation blankets my body from head to toe, and the image of Becks sitting there waiting for me is burned into my mind.

It feels like I’m meeting her again for the first time, but I’m not. This feels like a new first time, and I know it’s one I won’t ever forget, much like the very first time I laid my eyes upon her. 

It felt like a Monday. For the bloody life of me, I couldn’t remember if it was one at the moment. Is it Monday? I’m not sure, but with the way things were going today, it sure felt like one. The copier had a jam, I forgot the first lunch I’ve made in years at home, and my girlfriend had been annoying the fuck out of me this morning. To top it all off, I had applicants being interviewed today to fill the position of my personal assistant, ever since the last one bolted. She didn’t last more than two weeks, a big surprise. 

Pete had been blowing up my phone for the last ten minutes, and I finally had had enough. Without an announcement or a knock, I stride into his office, fully intent on finding out what the hell he wants. 

“I’m a little busy, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts over the head of dark chestnut locks sat in front of him. Presumably, one of the new applicants for my personal assistant. Hmm. 

“Well, ya kept ringin’ me bloody phone, Pete. So, what tha hell d’ya want?” I insist, throwing up a hand that falls to my thigh with a loud slap. 

Suddenly, I wish the quiet little thing would turn around, and give me a look at her. Shy, she is, it seems. There she sits, tucked away into her little shell, dressed to impress in a dark dress. 

“I’m in the middle of an interview!” he exclaims, certainly making a good first impression with the applicant. It makes me wonder for the tenth time why I bother having him do the interviews, but then I remember that I don’t really give a fuck, as long as I don’t have to do them. 

“What fer, huh?” I tease, instantly getting a snappy response from Pete about it being for me, as if I didn’t already know. But, I did, and am only doing this to bother him even more. 

“Ooo, ‘s it now? Ya get me a good one? Huh, Pete?” I grin, taking a step forward as a hand in my pocket plays with the tiny, metal guitar attached to my key ring. Sticking my head out as I move forward, my eyes dance across her head, and her profile that soon comes into view. “Hullo, love. Gonna be me new one, are ya? Petey here says I can’t keep one fer tha life o’ me, so here he ‘s interviewin’ me anotha one. How’s she doin’ so far, Petey? Think she’s a winna?” I joke aloud, knowing full well the effect my words have on the both of them. 

My subsequent introduction falls from my lips after a retort from Pete, and then the stranger finally turns to look me in the eyes. I rack my brain, trying to put a name to her face from a prior conversation with Pete. Or was it going over her resume when it came in the other day? I can’t remember which, and I blame it on her captivating baby blue eyes, as well as the intoxicating smile that greets my own. Words float from her lips and grace my ears for the very first time, and I knew immediately that she was something else. 

“Hi, my name is Becky. Becky Holte.”

Little did I know how drastically she would change my life, sometimes I thought for the worse, but ultimately for the better. The better, always. I had no way of knowing at that very moment, how many times she would come to save me.

My Becks.

+

The sound of homemade ravioli filled with chicken and three kinds of cheese is almost making my mouth water. It also makes me wonder when Harry will finally be here, and habitually, my eyes lift to look for him. To my surprise, I find him standing a ways away with the sweetest smile stuck to his lips. 

“Hiya, Becks. Sorry ‘m late. Ya look . . absolutely gorgeous, by tha way,” he comments once he’s within a few steps of the table. He reaches across to squeeze my arm before sitting down across from me, a blush pinching his cheeks. 

“Thank you, Harry. I uh, like the suit you went with, you look very handsome in it. Good choice,” I return, failing to not focus on the fast thrumming deep inside of me. 

“Ya, a certain sumbody said it was their favourite on me, so I couldn’t disappoint,” he grins with a shrug, unfastening the button at his waist, exposing the satiny black button-up hidden underneath. 

“Good, I’m glad you didn’t,” I smile, sure of the warmth he can see filling my cheeks, because I can see it mirrored in his own. “I like that you kept the stubble.”

“Why thank you,” he comments, once again rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger, and like before, making me all the more jealous. “I trimmed it up a li’l bit, figured I betta.” 

“Oh, I hope you keep it. I think I prefer you with it.”

“D’ya now, Becks?” he teases with a lift of his eyebrows, his tousled curls almost tickling his forehead, but just barely. “‘ll hafta rememba that,” he smiles, and more than ever, it’s incredibly contagious. My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling by now, but I don’t even mind. 

“The um,” I begin nervously, my eyes falling to the elegant paper menu opened in front of me. It pains me to look away from him and the sunshine emanating from his smile, but it’s not so bad when I feel his chelsea boot knock against my heel, remaining there against the back of my ankle. “Chicken ravioli sounds good, as well as the margherita pizza, and Cacio e Pepe. Lots of good choices for dessert, too.”

“Mmm, they all sound good, love. Thanks fer lookin’ fer us,” he muses aloud, head bent down to peer at the menu when I glance over to him. 

His habit returns and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and somehow, it makes my smile grow bigger. I didn’t think that was possible, but here I am with aching cheeks. I nudge his foot with mine and he looks up with a question on his face, soon relaxing into a sparkling smile. That effervescent look in his eyes from the other day returns, and if I hadn’t known it already, I truly could look into his eyes for the rest of eternity. The dimples haven’t left his cheeks since he arrived, and his raspberry lips beg at me from across the table. 

“Let’s give it a try then,” he remarks, closing his menu without breaking our eye contact. The words dipped in honey flow from his lips and tickle something inside me, and I want more than anything to hear another meaning in them. His foot nudging at mine in return only makes me give in to it, and so does his wink. 

Our server arrives at our table shortly, and I thank God for the champagne she pours into tall flutes, not taking the edge off fast enough. A conversation blossoms between us about his case, and then mine with Myles. 

“Ya did great by tha way. Congrats on tha win, Becks, ‘m so fookin’ proud o’ you,” Harry grins adamantly, sweetness pouring off of his words that come out with a shake of his head. 

“Thank you so much, Harry. Wait, how’d you know we won it? I was just going to tell you,” I ask with furrowed brows, and receive a measly shrug of his shoulders in return. The look on his face, as if a revelation is threatening to burst from his lips, teases at me until it abates when the server brings us waters and we order. 

“So so bloody proud o’ you t’day, Becks,” he whispers as she pulls out her notepad and a pen. Possibilities blossom within my mind after he sends me a coy wink and knocks his foot against mine again. It doesn’t leave my own throughout the rest of our time there, during our meal and the laughs we share over glasses of champagne, and a plate of Tiramisu that I somehow let him share with me.

+

“I knew it! You were there today, sitting in the gallery, weren’t you?!” I exclaim, mumbling a short ‘thank you’ when he opens the car door for me. 

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs casually, walking around the front of the car as I fall onto the leather seat. 

“Harry Styles!” I nearly shout, if it weren’t for my voice dissolving into a giggle as he slides behind the steering wheel next to me. 

“What? I had some stuff t’ do at tha courts, so I may have popped in fer a mo’,” he explains. 

“Sure,” is all I say as I pull the seat belt across my chest. 

“Hush, and play some music, bug. Here,” he insists, handing me his grey iPhone that looks normal sized in his hand, and then gigantic in mine. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to watch?”

“Coz o’ that right there, Becks. Yer nervous ‘bout it right now afta tha fact, imagine how ya woulda been if ‘d told ya I was comin’ befo’ yer argument t’day,” he returns, pressing buttons on the dash and soon, waves of hot air greet my cold body. 

“I guess you’re right.”

“‘m what? I didn’t catch that,” Harry jests, cupping his ear. A scoff flies from my lips and I playfully swat his shoulder. “Hey, watch it. ‘m drivin’.”

“You haven’t even switched gears, so shut up,” I laugh, catching the eye roll he thinks I don’t see. “I see that eye roll, Styles, you better watch it.”

“You betta watch it, Becks. Betta pick a good Spice Girls song too, ‘m payin’ attention,” he jokes, soon his fingers diving into my side. A laugh escapes me unwillingly, and yanks my eyes over to his giggling lips. 

His name leaves mine in a near shriek, and after a blink, his tickling fingers are gone and lacing between mine. The dark flecks in his sage green eyes catch under the overhead light before it turns off automatically. He gives my hand a good squeeze as his eyes melt into mine, and a zing of electricity runs up my fingers and then my arm. The smile falling into his cheeks mirrors the one that’s been glued to my lips all night, and now grows higher and higher. I return the squeeze just as he looks to his mirrors, the click of the doors locking when he shifts to Reverse. 

It almost hurts to look away, but so many other feelings and thoughts are occupying me as my eyes fall to his phone. Disbelief washes over me as his long, ringed fingers sit between mine. It only grows when he lifts our intertwined hands up and over the middle console, to sit on his warm thigh.

An uninvited wave of pain hits me when I spot familiar sad songs amongst his music library, like the familiar ‘When She Loved Me’ that could make any Toy Story fan weep within seconds of hearing it. It intensifies when my eyes run over the songs Before You Go, Wish You Were Here, Say You Won’t Let Go, and With or Without You. Chancing a glance over at him, he stares straight ahead into the dark night, and a bittersweetness greets me. I try not to let it in, and the realization that perhaps those lost seven months were hell for him too, as were those five days apart. 

“Find it? I have Spice World on there sumwhere. I know I have loads o’ shit on there, sorry,” he comments, turning his head to check his left before pulling onto the busy road. 

“Y-Yeah,” I stutter, looking back to his expansive music library spanning from the 50’s to current music. His thumb drawing circles onto my knuckles brushes some of the sadness away as I bring up the album he speaks of. 

“Bloody hell, why ya choosin’ tha sad one, Becks?” he titters, glancing over to me when we come to a stop at a light. His smile shining back at me whisks away the last drops of the sadness, but hints of it remain with me, begging to be felt. I shrug my shoulders as the beginning lyrics of ‘Too Much’ fills the car, and I only turn it up louder. “I get t’ pick tha next song, if yer playin’ sad stuff. Bloody rubbish you are at pickin’ songs,” he sighs jokingly with a shake of his head, curls tickling his ears and the nape of his neck. 

“I am not!” 

“‘Kay, brat, keep talkin’,” he snickers, earning another scoff from me that he answers with a harder laugh. I cast my eyes to the window with an exaggerated whimper, soon hearing his profuse apologies. “‘m kiddin’, Becks, bloody hell. I already know ya have a good taste in music from all o’ our talks. I like this song too, jus’ thought ya’d go fer some happy songs, seein’ tha . . occasion and e’rythin’. Hey.” 

I answer him with my eyes returning to him, finding his wink before he looks back to traffic, and with my thumb coasting back and forth across his smooth skin. I listen to the lyrics, feeling another squeeze of my hand from him before I change the song. 

“Hey, don’t change it befo’ ‘s done!” he exclaims, and I just laugh, watching his shocked lips soon do the same. 

“Then stop complaining,” I argue, catching another roll of his eyes as the car slows to a stop in front of another light. Joy buds on my lips as the surprise unfolds on his features, meanwhile his eyes crinkle, the dimples fall deeper, and his raspberry lips thin out as a smile consumes his face. 

“I knew ya were sumthin’ special,” he notes aloud with a shake of his head, a giggle emanating from his joyous smile, right before he joins me to sing along to Shania Twain’s ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman.’ 

His fingers laced between mine continue to send my heart into overdrive as we belt out the song between contagious laughs, and then another crowd favourite, ‘You’re Still The One.’ This one gets me and sometimes throughout the song, I can’t get myself to look at him with the sincerity held in the lyrics. As well as the words that hit too close to home. 

Finally, I can’t stand it anymore, and my eyes drift over to his at the end of the song, finding that his are already on mine. “‘m so glad we made it. Look how far we’ve come, my baby,” Harry finishes with his eyes dancing upon me with that smile dripping with molasses. As if his hand squeezing mine periodically throughout the song wasn’t already making me want to cry, now I really could. I return the gesture before looking out the window, blinking back the arriving tears from my eyes as those lasting words sing inside of my head. 

Yeah, we finally made it, Harry. Belatedly, but finally.

+

“‘s been years since ‘ve been here, hasn’t changed much tho’,” Harry remarks softly, only a few steps away from my door. 

“Yeah, the inside looks bout the same too.”

“‘m sure. Maybe I could see fer meself one o’ these days,” he remarks aloud, and when my eyes drag over to his nervously, I answer him with a nod. 

“I’d like that.”

“Me too,” he coos, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the back of my hand. A shy smile nudges at the edge of my lips as he stands in front of me, my right hand still safe within his. “Well, I had a wondaful time t’night, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you too. I had a lot of fun . . with you.”

“So did I, bug. ‘ll um, text you later then?” Harry says, clearing his throat awkwardly, his bottom lip soon returning to its nervous spot. 

“Y-yeah, sounds good,” I mumble quietly, eyes falling to my hand that he drops. The absence of his warmth against mine feels very strange now, having been holding hands for the entire drive and subsequent walk up to my apartment. 

“Night, Becks.”

“Goodnight, Harry, careful driving,” is the last thing I say before slipping behind my door, finding Skye perched on the sofa. The monotonous, forced words echo in my ears and my eyes fall to the floor, disappointment flooding every inch of me. 

“So, how’d it go?! Did you finally fucking kiss him?!” she shouts the second the door meets its frame. 

“No,” I admit between shy lips, the steps I take seeming as if they’re from somebody else’s body, not mine. The entire last five minutes feels like somebody else had lived them, not me. No, it can’t end like that. “Not yet, anyways,” I rush, ignoring my shoes I already toed off, spinning around and ripping open the door. “Harry, wait!” I exclaim, finding his surprised expression waiting in front of the lift. 

“What?” he asks, eyebrows bent into a questioning mess. 

“I-I forgot something,” I manage, the words spilling out in a heap while he closes the distance between us, stopping right in front of me. Right where I need him. 

“Forgot what, bug? Did ya forget yer shoes in me car?” he titters, the fluorescent glow overhead picking out the few blonde hairs in his stubble. 

“No . . something else,” I finally admit, taking a step when there aren’t any left. 

The dimples remain set into his cheeks while his eyes fall to my lips and mine raise to his. His facial hair is prickly and dense under the pad of my thumb, and his coveted bottom lip is warm and pillowy. The golden hue of his olive green irises fills my mind when my lips finally meet his, and at last, I find his bottom lip between my own. His sweet giggle sounds against my lips as my fingers get lost in his buttery curls. I come to echo it when his hands shock me with their coldness against my hips, pulling me closer to him. One strays to the back of my head as his lips move against mine, the word ‘finally’ repeating incessantly within my mind. His barely there beard is scratchy against my skin, contrasting to the smooth tip of his nose grazing my cheek. The cinnamon and cocoa powder from the Tiramisu cake tickles my taste buds while his spicy vanilla smell covers me like a blanket. Zings shoot across my palm pressed to his smiling cheek, his facial hair prickly against the sensitive skin. 

Not feeling like what was actually mere seconds later, air fills my lungs when we pull away at the same time, sharp inhales filling the air. Quickly, his sweet giggle joins it, and ropes one of my own in. The tip of his nose leaves trails on my cheek as his forehead falls onto mine. 

“Ya have no idea how long ‘ve waited fer that,” Harry rasps, his warm breath dancing across my lips. His own press a whisper of a kiss to mine briefly, although after that, now I’m sure it could never be long enough. 

“I think I do know,” I mumble, my hand straying to his chin where I brush the tip of my thumb against the flesh of his bottom lip. 

“‘m sorry it took us so long, bug.”

“It’s okay, we’re here now. Finally,” I tell him and he nods, the twinkle in his eye bright as can be. For the first time, I let myself melt and lose myself in the greens of his eyes. Something I have wanted to do ever since the very first time I looked into his green eyes and knew I was fucked. 

“Yes, we are. And look at you, Becks. Ya beat me t' tha first date and tha first kiss,” he smirks with a decadent laugh adorning his words. I can’t help but join him while I twirl a ringlet of his hair around the tip of my finger against the back of his neck. 

“Oh, it’s okay, Harry. You got the first hand hold, and the first Shania Twain car duet.”

A roll of his miraculous eyes accompanies his continuing laugh, “Ya, well, so did you, but I got tha more romantic one,” he insists, words welcomed by my surprised scoff. 

“Wait, you don’t find ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’ romantic?!” I nearly exclaim in faux disbelief, my voice softening into a giggle quickly. 

“Only when you sing it, bug,” Harry smiles, thumbing circles into the small of my back. 

“Wait, you got tha first handhold, brat. Rememba, when I visited you at yer old work that day? Bloody hell, you beat me t’ all tha good ones, Becks. No fair,” he snickers with a sigh to his words, the two contrasting the other. I suffice my response with an obligatory nod, feeling my heart just now starting to settle into a regular beat. “Becks, there’s so many things ‘ve wanted t’ say t’ you, and now, I finally can.”

“I think I know how you feel.” 

“First thing ‘ll say ‘s I get tha second date and tha second kiss,” Harry contends with a smirk held in his eyes. 

“Oh, really?” I giggle and he soon nods. He quiets the laugh beginning on my lips with his own giddy ones, my lips molding against his effortlessly. Thoughts blossom quickly within my mind, including why I waited so fucking long to kiss him. If I’d known all of these years how wonderful it feels to kiss him, I never would have waited this long. Our kisses are slow although hurried, our lips searching for the other’s desperately, and somehow perfectly. Years overdue, and it couldn’t feel any more perfect. 

“Fookin’ hell, I jus’ wanna keep kissin’ you, Becks. Dunno if I can stop,” he chuckles, brushing his nose against mine softly. Shockingly, his eyes are even more gorgeous from this view, and I didn’t think that was possible. Evidently, anything is. 

“You don’t have to,” I laugh and he shrugs his shoulders while his eyebrows mimic the expression, his giggle soon vibrating against my tingling lips. 

“We have loads o’ lost time t’ make up fer,” he notes aloud. 

“Yes, we do. A couple years, give or take.”

“Mmmhmm, yer right there, li’l one. Fook, there were so many times I wanted t’ kiss ya ova the years,” he sighs with a sad shake of his head. His dimple is soft under my fingertip, hidden under the warm brunette facial hair. 

“Then kiss me.”

Too soon, his lips leave mine after a short peck, but I press at the back of his curls and envelope his laugh with my lips. My name falls from him in a delighted whisper before one more kiss. Our laughs grow louder only to be muffled, although weakly, when a figure walks by into their nearby apartment. My face runs to the crook of his neck, my very favorite song dancing along my ears as he holds me against him. 

“Nothing to see here, sir,” I joke, and the warmth filling my insides grows at the sound of his happiness. 

“No, I rememba I got tha first handhold that night we went out fer drinks tha first time. Tha night with tha Purple Hazes and all those shots,” Harry insists from above me, and I give him the funniest look when I come out of hiding. 

“You’re still going on about that?” I ask in near disbelief, watching his curls move when he nods his head, dipping to meet my lips with his for a slow kiss. 

“I don’t want this night to end,” I hum against the strawberry color of his decadent mouth. 

“Neither do I, Becks. ‘ve been waitin’ fer it fer so long,” he agrees, the wispiness of his eyelashes ghostlike against my forehead. 

“It’s getting late, and Skye is probably dying to hear how tonight went.”

“Ya betta go and tell tha poor girl then,” he responds, pulling my eyes towards his that sit just a moment away, sending all of the sunshine in my direction. 

“That’s okay?”

“‘Course. I may or may not ring Myles on tha way home t’ tell him all ‘bout it,” he shrugs with a telling lilt to his sing-song voice. The only sound that leaves my lips is an amused laugh that he echoes, and I know that he feels the same way.

At last, I know after over two years that he feels the same way, through and through. 

“We’ll figure out sumthin’ fer this weekend t’getha, sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great, Harry,” I agree slowly and he nods ever so slightly, leaving kisses starting from my temple and down my cheek. 

“G’night, bug.”

“Night, Harry. Drive careful,” I tell him and once again, he answers me with a nod. 

“I promise, babe.”

“Goodnight,” I almost whisper, the very last breath of the word stolen away by his lips. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I barely am able to think as his lips massage mine between his. His neck is fiery beneath my palms and I’m sure mine is likened to it underneath his fingertips, surges of electricity passing below my skin. The skin is balmy against my blushing cheek when my arms come around his middle, surprising us both with a long hug, before I pull away first. 

“Night, my Becks,” he murmurs against my lips, a shiver running down my spine when he leaves with a final squeeze to my hand. If that didn’t do it, the song flowing from his humming lips sparks memories behind my eyes, but I still can’t figure out where it’s from. But, I know that I have plenty of time to figure it out, and to get all of the kisses that I want from him. 

Fucking finally.

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[incorrecttwoset]

Dani's thingies:

So i was rewatching some old twoset roast commentary videos of agt to help deal with the shock of EDDYS LOFI TRACK WTF WE NEED BRETTS ASDFGHJKL which reminded me of the fact that china's got talent actually sent them an email quite a while back

WHICH THEN GOT MY WRITER *cough*ihaventwrittenficsorliterallyanythinginawHILEbutistillgetideas*cough* BRAIN A THINKIN'

What if they actually accepted it?

Look, i know this is an old idea with all the comments and people on reddit screaming "pEtIToN fOr bREtT aNd eDdY tO gO oN aGt tO dUnK oN tHeM" and such

Heck, even the bois themselves addressed it.

BUT WHAT IF they accepted the invitation at the time?

If i recall correctly, they were still in music uni when it was sent and their yt channel was still either ridiculously small or they havent made it yet.

Oh lol, i just watched the vid where they said they were invited and they said that it was BEFORE the agt roasting reviewing vids.

So, imagine watching chinas got talent and then seeing tHE BOIS COMING UP ON STAGE AND PERFORMING and maybe plugging their merch and yt channel lol

Imagine that this was sent to them when they were still planning the agt vids and then going "you know what, since we're going to diss on agt anyways why not show them how its actually supposed to be done?" And them on stage just SHREDDING PAGANINI

OR OR OR

THEY WERE GIVEN A SCRIPT SIMILAR TO THE VIOLIN PIANO GIRLS WHERE PIANO GIRL SUCKS BUT VIOLIN GIRL SUCKS LESS SO SHE GETS TO GO BACK

AND THEN WHEN THE BOIS READ THE SCRIPT THEYRE GONNA GO LIKE "this is bullshit, lets blow this popsicle stand" "but dude we're gonna get kicked out if we disagree" "dont worry i have a plan"

So on the day of shooting or the episode or whatever, the bois go with the whole song and dance. Eddy's on piano and Brett's just KILLING on the violin, the judges go "you guys sound like youre playing two completely different pieces but the violin guy can come back tomorrow, yadda yadda", emotional backstage moment about their LoYaLtY and fRiEnDsHiP, and brett agreeing to come back on with a zoom in shot of Eddy's tOTALLY betrayed face.

And then when its the day of Brett's performance... oH BOI.

He walks on, in a suit and tie with a mask covering his face. He doesnt say a word when the judges comment on his outfit but only waits for silence. He raises his bow... and BAM! FUCKING PAGANINI 24 CAPRICE. ITS SO SUDDEN AND FAST AND UNEXPECTED THAT EVERYONE CANT HELP BUT CHEER AND CLAP AND JUST DIE. And when the performance is done, the judges say "that was an amazing performance, we knew that the pianist was holding you back!" He smirks.

"You thought you were listening to Brett but it was mE, EDDY!" AND HE RIPS OFF HIS MASK, BAMBOOZLING EVERYONE LIKE OMG THAT WAS THE PIANIST ASDFHFKDLS

Or it could even be while one of them is in the middle of performing (after the judges tell them that only one can come back) aNOTHER VIOLINIST JOINS THEM FROM BACKSTAGE AND IT IS JUST THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING THEYVE EVER HEARD AND WHEN THE JUDGES ASK WHO THE NEW VIOLINIST IS WITH "BRETT" ITS ACTUALLY BRETT BEING EDDYS ACCOMPANIMENT AND OH MY GOD- THE POTENTIAL.

The TDLR of my coffee fueled ranting is why the fuck have i not seen any good fanfics of our violin bois destroying agt?! I mean, it might be on wattpad but hello? AO3? Where my AO3 writers at? Answer the fuckin call my dudes.

#not incorrect quotes #story ideas #prompt #writing prompt #americas got talent #agt #twosetviolin #twoset violin #twoset #dani's thingies #eddy chen #brett yang #and once again #god my tags are all over the place #sigh #hey at least blasting eddys lofi in my ears helps with this travesty #also LOL i was playing his lofi while writing this whole thing AHAHAHAHAH #now i want bretts lofi #aka the 2020 theme song AHAHAHAHHAHA #anyways have a good day yall!

[autumnmurrie-blog]

TW: depression, suicide, pills

i’m sick of people acting like they have depression. like y'all get in your feelings so easily and then say you're depressed. look, i understand if its something personal in your life and some things you claim to make you depressed can be linked to that personal experience, but if it isn't that personal like a TV show or your friend left the house then you're the problem. i cant tell y'all how shitty it s to struggle with depression every. single. day. since i was 11. i’m 16 now. its where you lose motivation in everything, even the things you love to do the most. its where you  cant get out of bed or even check your phone. its where you feel this constant weight on your chest and it drags you around throughout the day like a rag doll, and when you finally lay down, it feels 10 times worse then it does during the day. its where you distant yourself from people because you feel unwanted and unimportant. its where you're able to find every possible flaw you can see just by looking into a mirror. its staying up late and thinking about everything you've ever done wrong in your life, even if people say that’s not the case. its where you question everything because you never know if anythings true or not. you're able to think of so many things that people say aren’t true but you’re able to find some kind of reasoning behind it...but you don’t know how to put it all into words. it’s constantly blaming yourself because you feel as if you're the one that’s fucked up simply because you were there.

you aren’t ‘depressed’ if you listen to a sad song on repeat to purposely make yourself sad. you aren’t depressed if you cry at a character dying in a book, movie, TV show, whatever. you aren’t depressed if you didn't get what you wanted.

let me make this clear and say that anyone could do what ii just mentioned in the last paragraph, depressed or not. but if you do those things to purposely be depressed or make it seem like it, then you’re a piece of shit, and you need to stop. you’re the reason that we don’t open up, and if we do, we aren’t always taken seriously, and you wonder why these tragic suicides happen?

if y'all wanna help out those that struggle with mental illnesses like myself, then do us all a favor and stop the people that glorify it and act like they have it. that'd make it SO much easier to open up and speak up about what’s wrong.

seriously.

y'all just don’t give 2 shits about people. and that’s exactly why i rarely open up to people. everyone ends up leaving and they basically could’ve used you for your personal struggles because that automatically means they can tell anyone about it. that’s a great advantage to those people. i’ve been through so much bullshit in my life, but you don’t always hear me yell “oh i’m SO depressed”

my point is, depression isn’t something that should be glorified or faked. i can’t believe i have to say that. i don’t see how faking an illness thousands upon thousands of people wish they never had is considered “cool” or “edgy” or when people post those sad songs and they automatically slap the “depressed” label onto it.

y’all just don’t understand. i’ve lost so much motivation over the years. when i was 12, i wrote my first book on  wattpad. it wasn’t fanfiction or something random. it was a story i came up with on my own and it was an original story. i ended up going through shitty times in my life and i never continued the book. i had almost 600 readers within a few months. but i unpublished it and i havent touched it for 4 years now. when i was 13, i decided to try art instead. but instead of pushing myself to become better, i let myself beat myself up over it and i eventually just never touched my sketchbook again. it still sits in the same spot i put it 2 years ago. and now, at 16, ive been trying to make music. but with how my life is going, i’m slowly losing my grip on that too. i’ve been wanting to make music since i was in kindergarten. 

depression beats the living shit out of you and makes you give up on anything good you’ve got in life.

it destroys your dreams and goals you got for life and it fucks with your mentality. so here’s a suggestion

stop glorifying depression

its not the aesthetics i see here on tumblr. its not the quotes. its not beautiful. its a terrible thing to live with

there’s nothing beautiful seeing a therapist and taking pills for 4 different mental illnesses

its not beautiful. its not cool.

stop.

#stop glorifying depression #depression #tumblr vs reality

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source: https://twitter.com/burienotacreep/status/1353699255077265408

this is months old, but to those who havent seen the info about this, heres a sorta long thread on why the rumors saying brendon urie is a pedophile are fake disclaimer: this will not have bias. i do like him/his talent, but i know that he can be messy. hes just not a pedo

disclaimer #2: these are my own screenshots (excuse the underlining and marking, its messy as hell) - i looked into all of this myself. i didn’t get it from the nicole row fan account/brendon stan who people in this circle say is delusional. ok let’s start:

there were a few allegations made from different anonymous accounts on twitter. this is the reason no legal action was taken by him: these were burner accounts who even deleted the threads afterward, so there was no way he’d be able to clear his name or even respond to them.

one allegation was by someone named leah who said that he harassed her when she was a minor at a cleveland show. this one is debunked fairly easily: he broke his leg, so he couldn’t even go back and talk to anyone. it was also found out later some of it was from a fanfiction

there are also a lot of little things that don’t add up, despite being minuscule on their own. his shows at this time were 18+ // he doesn’t wear glasses on stage, and has said in the past that he usually can’t see any clear faces in the crowd; meaning there’s no way he’d spot someone and think theyre beautiful // he wouldnt be alone in a room with one of his fans - the rest of the band or some kind of crewmate would be there - & the desc. of a little white room with just a couch is slightly unrealistic esp seeing the venue they were at

but of course those last comments are more just assumptions: what really proves it fake is his broken ankle that day and that it was pasted from a fan fiction.

another one was from someone named kam, this one being a boy, who says that he asked him uncomfortable questions about his sexuality and touched his thigh when he was a minor. this one is false because of the locations used: he claimed that he came across brendon when trying to catch a train home from the coke zero festival, but the nearest train station from the festival grounds is 5 hours away, maybe even more than that. the band would not choose a train over another mode of transportation. (also, don’t ask me why that shit was at an ostrich farm)

there are also little things with this one: though it’s possible, it’s strange and unlikely for a minor to be all alone at a festival in south africa. and panic at the disco never take trains or any public transit from gigs to a hotel room, they take their own private tour buses. so there’s no reason for them to be at a train station, and there’s especially no reason for him to be at a train station with just one guy and not the rest of the band or crew. but once again, those are all assumptions: the location is what actually proves it fake.

there are a couple others which were also debunked, but i’m not going to talk about them because most of them had to do with people being messaged by him on facebook or another form of social media which he doesn’t own, and they later realized they were catfished. speaking of which: pls remember that there are tons of fake accounts of not only brendon urie but many male celebrities with teenage fans, or celebs in general, and creeps use them to talk to underage girls. if you see someone claim to be a famous person, just don’t believe them.

in this thread i’m not saying that brendon urie has NEVER done something even the slightest bit inappropriate before: in this interview, he says that there were times in high school where he hoped that something he said or did didn’t overstep a boundary.

even though no one asked for my opinion on why these were made, i’ll give it anyway: i honestly don’t know. i don’t think they were for attention, because if they were then they wouldn’t be anonymous. many people are annoyed by brendon so it’s likely that they just wanted to do this to smear him or attempt to cancel him since he’s had hate waves on twitter already. it could’ve been a social experiment, but whoever would do that probably would’ve cleared it up? but why they did it doesn’t matter: what matters is that many queer males are already falsely painted as creepy and brendon urie has had a “manwhore” reputation painted on him since he was only 18 years old, despite sharing multiple times before that he doesn’t like to be romantic with people unless he has a connection with them. this is probably another reason he just said “these are false guys” and then moved on like it seemed to be nothing. people have spread fake things about him - from 2006 livejournal blogs to wattpad oneshots being mistaken as real - and at this point he might just be desensitized to rumors, no matter how severe.

i know that most people who think these are real will still feel that way, and they probably ain’t even read this you can think he’s an asshole, but please just know that anything said about him that doesn’t involve him simply saying some dumb shit, is NOT true.

i logged back in because there was actually one on here that i did not address! i swear i wasn’t doing it on purpose, i just didn’t know about it. i’ll talk about it down below since it’s actually very easy to explain.

it was from someone named zoe who says that it happened on february 20th, 2019, and this didn’t happen because

1. he had his family over that day - his parents were backstage right after the show. if you want proof, he had a stream on twitch that day where this is all shown. -

2. he had tons of press that day, most likely because this was his run in california, and it was all also backstage after the show. this was even the day that he was hanging out backstage with conan gray (if any conan fans see this, i’m so sorry for dragging him into this)

tl:dr / he was way too fuckin busy, and he just wasn’t there.

i hope his fans are able to move past this. it’s likely he doesnt care about this as much as his fans do; he is self assured and knows who he is, but many of his fans don’t, so its extremely mentally crippling for them to see their favorite singer possibly be such awful things.