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You Again

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: age gap (23/36), alludes to smut

word count: 6.4k

He should have gotten her number.

That thought had been circling his mind for the past year since this stupid speed dating event he had gone to. She was a younger girl, Y/N, her name was. She had been the only one to grab his interest truly, and they’d both laughed off the prospect of dating because, well-- she was 22, and he was 35. That was a major age difference and neither of them were into that. Or so it seemed. 

He didn’t get her number. 

They’d had a good conversation about how awkward this stuff was, they’d laughed all 10 minutes of the speed date before saying farewell and at the time, Harry ignored the little twinge in his chest that sprouted when she had left him to go talk to someone else. He had figured it was because he thought she was fun to talk to. Now, after many failed blind dates set up by his mother with snooty or money-hungry heiresses, he was looking for something real. Something born out of a connection. Not a fat wallet. And as much as he had tried to deny it in the past, Y/N had been the only one he had felt that with. 

He searched for her on Facebook, a website he only used for looking at cat pictures and videos of food he would never make, looking for Y/N’s in the area. He didn’t think there were that many. 

That led him back at the place where it all started, this stupid fucking speed dating event that landed him in this mess. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Part of him was hoping he would see her by chance, or maybe someone else that would light up his heart. Naturally, Harry was disappointed to walk in before it started. Y/N wasn’t there-- and yeah, he knew it was a long shot. She was a young, beautiful, sexy and intelligent woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if she had been scooped up and had a child on the way already. 

It filled him with a sadness he couldn’t describe, not having his own family yet. He wanted children so badly, wanted a wife to come home and kiss. His house was too big to be alone. Harry had known what he wanted. A year to be selfish and take up all of his woman’s time, and then babies. Whatever type of marriage ceremony she wanted, he wanted a wife to love on and kiss, to make love to and be silly with. 

He looked down at his phone and sighed, scrolling through emails when he heard a familiar voice. Soft and distinct to him-- no fucking way. There was no way.

“Hi, sorry I’m late! I got caught up in traffic and I had to rush over here... did you already start? Is there room for me?” Y/N asked the organizers kindly, knowing they worked so very hard on these events and that lateness was probably not the most tolerated. She had offered up a gentle smile as they told her she’d made it just in time, ushering her over to a table that already had someone sat at it. 

Y/N couldn’t lie and say she didn’t come here without purpose. It’s been about a year since she had last been to one of these events and she still thought about what it would have been like to actually date him-- Harry. In their brief 10 minutes together, she gathered that he was ready to settle down, he had his life already together. At the time, it all seemed too quick for her, the idea of having a family at the ripe age of 22. She thought that dating a man who was so set in his ways would mean she didn’t have freedom anymore, but what had really changed in a year? Her mother was still pestering her about having grandchildren, all her friends were getting married. She was still the same Y/N, she still wanted the same things. Sure he was older, 12 years to be exact, but they were both adults! They’d gotten along well! They’d had a good laugh and he wasn’t unattractive either— she so blindly shrugged him off because she thought he wouldn’t want someone so young. Come to think of it, he was a great fit for her and she blew it. Instead, she spent a whole year going on shitty dates, horrible horrible dates that made her want to give up on anything at all. Maybe this little speed date thing would bring her luck again. Just one guy who gave her the same vibe Harry did and she’d be okay.

Funny, if she didn’t know any better she’d think this guy sat at the table she was walking towards was Harry. Dark brown hair, the broad shoulders. The outfit was a bit more eccentric though, that she wasn’t really expecting, but Y/N really wasn’t one to judge. She had grown up a lot in a year, had figured out what she really wanted, she wouldn’t be making the same silly mistake twice.

“Hi, sorry to keep you waiting.” She spoke in an apologetic tone, but it wasn’t until she got settled in and looked up at the man sitting across the table that she realized that it was, in fact, Harry who was sat there. Y/N’s eyes went wide, noticing he had a similar expression on his face. 

“You again?” 

“Fucks sake!” He smiled, leaning forward on the table. “It really is you. Wow...” He took her in. She had grown considerably and he loved it. She was more professional-looking, seemed to have more of her life together. But he was overjoyed. “I can’t believe I found you again! I was trying to find you on Facebook... Do you know how many Y/N’s there are in this city? A stupid amount.” He muttered. “But wow... I didn’t expect to find you here. I was hoping, I mean.” He felt giddy with energy. He had found that he was more excited than he had ever anticipated. “I kept thinking about you since last time. I think I made a mistake.” He said softly. “Not getting your number and laughing off the possibility due to an age difference. That’s my mistake.”

“I mean, maybe it would have helped if I had a Facebook.” Y/N laughed a bit, “but that’s really sweet... Why didn’t you call the organizers? They probably have my information on file.” She hadn’t bothered finding him because well, he was much older and she assumed he wasn’t really looking for her but he’d been looking for her. This whole time. 

“I did, they said they weren’t allowed to give out information for safety purposes. I understand that much.” He was glad she wouldn’t be in danger because he had met some crazies when he came last time, that wasn’t her. It was weird. But now, he was hoping that they could continue where they’d left off. “Want to go then?” He asked, looking at her with an amused smirk. “What? There’s no point in being here if we want to just talk to one another. There’s a coffee shop just a few doors down.” He nodded his head towards the door.

Y/N was shocked at his suggestion, but then again she really did remember him always knowing what he wanted. She looked at him with a raised brow for a moment, deciding fuck it. She had gotten back up, blushing as she waved over to the organizers and told them that she’d found what she was looking for. She really had. 

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Y/N got herself a panini and a coffee, paying for it before he even had the chance to offer because who said this date had to end here? Besides, she didn’t want him to think she expected him to pay, she could afford lunch for herself. They’d sat down at a table by the window, a nice cushioned booth for two. It was cute. Y/N had moved the sunglasses up onto her head and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, looking at him with a curious gaze as he observed her. 

“What? Haven’t changed that much, have I?”

“No. You just look as though you’ve grown quite a bit. In maturity, I mean. You have the air of someone who is put together. Last time I saw you...” Harry could see her confusion. “You looked more hesitant. More unsure. Now you seem to know what you want. It’s a good thing.” He smiled at her. She was so cute. He was incredibly attracted to her but that wasn’t a surprise. She was beautiful and had pink lips and big eyes and curves. Beautiful. Sure it was a bit soon to think about but, he was sure they’d make fantastic children together. Curly hair and soft little noses. He could only hope they’d get her nose. 

“Yeah? Feel like I have. Tried to figure things out, haven’t exactly had the most success.” They both hadn’t clearly. It was nice for Y/N to hear from someone who hadn’t seen her in a year that she had grown up and matured a bit. 22 to 23 was a bigger step than most people believed. Last time they spoke, they had bonded over the fact that both their mothers were looking for them to find partners. They had both been searching for different reasons, but Y/N felt like she had spoken too soon. He wanted a family and a wife to love fairly soon and now that she had a whole year to think about it, Y/N wouldn’t be opposed to being a wife with a family fairly soon.

“How have you been? I’d like to know what you’ve been up to. How your writing has been. You write about home goods, yes?” Harry smiled widely as he settled into his seat, waiting for his coffee and muffin to come to them.

“I’ve been well.” Y/N laughed, shaking her head when he commented about how she wrote about home goods. “Yeah, I’ve um.. I’ve extended my blog page. Been doing well as far as posting goes, have a few brands that consistently work with me.” Y/N nodded with a smile, “Speaking of which, if it’s good here I might just post about it.”

“Yeah?” He was trying to read her. She seemed comfortable enough with him but this was technically a first date type of thing, so he was hoping that she would want to go on more. “That’s amazing. I’m glad that you’ve been able to expand. I’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to. To be honest... assumed that you would have been snatched up by now. I’m very surprised that you haven’t been but truthfully, m’ glad.” His lips quirked up. “Gives me my own chance.” 

“You flatter me.” Y/N shook her head, knowing full well had he had just been kissing her ass a bit. Sure, she was an attractive young woman, but to think she’d been snatched up by now? She hadn’t been so hopeful. “Though, I can say the same about you.” Y/N blushed, keeping eye contact this time so he knew she was flirting. She knew she could be bad at it at times. 

“Has your mother calmed down on trying to get you to date?” He questioned, leaning on his elbows and planting his chin on his joined hands. “Mine certainly hasn’t, but they were god awful. Swear she doesn’t have a good personal radar.”

“My mother cannot be stopped.” Y/N snorted out a laugh, “She’s just... she is setting me up with just about anyone really, just wants me to hurry up and fall in love. She wants grandkids.” Y/N explained, knowing he would understand. Her mom was older than most moms of girls her age, probably much closer to his mom’s age. She wanted grandkids soon. “It’s a shame... but I can’t say I’m too upset with the outcome now. Happy we can at least take things into our own hands.” She took a sip of her coffee. He was very attractive. She couldn’t believe she passed this up last time.

“Me too.” He was beyond happy that Y/N ended up around him. She had taken up a chunk of his brain for a long while. He hadn’t gone full force and asked people to find her because part of him felt as if it was in the stars, then it would happen. And it did. So he was positive now that he needed to try this out. “I understand that. I’ve been on a few and I’ve been so confused as to why my mother set me up with particular people... it made no sense at all. But I had to admit I did compare them to you a bit. I knew I had made a mistake a day or so after the speed dating round the first time, not getting your number at least.” He adjusted in the seat, putting his phone face down on the table after getting a work notification. All his attention was in her. “I have to be honest with you and say ideally I’d like marriage and children in the next 5 or so years.” Ideally as soon as possible. “Look... I know this is an intense conversation for us the first time we truly go somewhere, but I don’t want to waste your time if that isn’t something you’re looking for. You’re a bit younger than me and I know sometimes people want to live fully and then settle down but, I am old.” He joked. “I’ve been wanting a wife and a child desperately. Ultimately it would be up to you whenever a child would come but... I want to make sure we are on similar pages here.”

Y/N was, of course, a bit spooked when he had so casually brought up how he wants to be married and have kids within the next 5 years. She had expected it, knew it was coming. She thought about it before they even met each other again, but hearing it so straight up like that was a bit terrifying. He could surely see it in her eyes. 

“It’s not that... it’s not that it’s not something I’m looking for, I am. It’s just very intimidating.” Y/N explained, taking another sip of her coffee. She hoped that he could understand that. It was a lot to think about being married with kids within the next five years, but she would like that. “And it’s not that it isn’t realistic, of course, you wouldn’t be wasting my time as I wouldn’t be wasting yours... I was afraid of it at first but then I thought about it and well, I’ve never been the type to want to live ‘fully’... I review candles and home goods for a living, I think I’m a bit past living that party life.” Y/N joked. 

“It’s alright. I’ve been told that I’m a bit intimidating before because I know what I want.” He smiled sheepishly. “But it is a waste if I'm not upfront with you, in my opinion. You deserve the respect of my honesty.” Harry lived in a world with businessmen being fake and he wasn’t one of them. He was straight up and it intimidated people because he would often say how he felt and if he felt someone was being a liar, he would say so openly. He opened deals with what he wanted. Full stop. But he found that's how he ended up being so successful. Even if it scared them, they appreciated the honesty. “I just needed to tell you first, before we hopefully dig into the fleshier bits. I’m interested in you, Y/N. If I hadn’t made that clear before.” He took her hand in his on the table and squeezed it. It was so small compared to his. “All I ask for is honesty in feelings. If you feel as though I’m asking too much or making you genuinely uncomfortable, please let me know.”

His hand taking hers surprised her but she relaxed, trying to calm herself and realize that this was a good thing. This was something she had wanted for so long! She had been thinking about him for a year nearly, why was she so damn scared? Y/N understood his sense of urgency, she just wasn’t used to men being so direct. That’s what she wanted wasn’t it? Why was she scared? Maybe it was a fear of commitment? She had done things on her own for so long, it was hard to think about giving in to a man sometimes. 

“You’re not doing any of those things, I promise,” Y/N told him and rubbed her thumb over his hand. “I understand where you’re coming from and it isn’t so much you as it is me, a classic line, I know.” She shook her head and sighed. “I do like you Harry, but I am not one to rush. So I’m sorry if I seem a bit stiff, I don’t do well with being vulnerable.”

“Hey... that’s okay. There isn’t a rush. I just want there to be no lies. No hidden agendas.” He could understand why she was confused at his blunt nature. “A lot of men like to play games. I’ve found that those aren’t fun unless they’re in the bedroom. Being upfront is what has worked for me.” He shrugged simply. Like he didn’t just say something about the bedroom. He hadn’t had sex in like, 2 years. He used to have someone he hooked up with but that wasn’t happening anymore after she had gotten a bit too attached and Harry couldn’t see past sex with her. It wasn’t what he wanted. He was clear in the beginning. But Y/N, she was someone he could see being close to out of the bedroom and inside. He had his curiosities but wouldn’t ask them yet. To be polite. “Why do you suffer with vulnerability, if I may ask?”

Y/N wasn’t expecting him to be so upfront. No one really asked her these types of questions, especially men who were interested in her. It was a positive sign, a green flag as opposed to the many red ones she had seen in her past ventures of finding love.

“I haven’t exactly had the best experiences in the past with relationships, built up a skin of sorts. I just... need a bit to warm up is all.” It really had to do with trust at the end of the day. It was strange to have a man who was so open, she knew it wasn’t his fault that she had all these past patriarchal beliefs. It felt like he was too good to be true, she needed to get to know him better to know if he was being serious. She wanted to believe him and she would, that wouldn’t change the fact that she was a bit weary though. 

“That’s alright. We can work on that.” Harry smiled. “I think there’s a reason that I’ve been thinking about you for a whole year, Y/N. There has to be.” He informed her of his thoughts. “You’re lovely. I think we could be a very beautiful couple in time. But I would like to date you. Take you out a few times, if that’s alright with you?” He knew that she was going to take a bit of work to get to trust him, but he figured it would be worth it all in the end if they ended up together. “What does your schedule look like?” He questioned. He wanted to get a feel on when they could have dates. He would plan very fun ones. Besides a coffee every so often but their first date would be fun. They could do something maybe a bit childish and let her guard go down so he could see more of how she truly is.

“Of course... um..” Y/N pulled away from his hand and went to get her phone out to open up her calendar app. It definitely was a little nerve wracking but Y/N knew she couldn’t back down. She was sitting here on this date just fine! He didn’t give her a weird vibe. He was just excited, as was she. In different ways, but excited nonetheless. “I’m available almost always because of my job, I sort of plan to do my work around my activities for the week so... if you would let me know in advance I could work something out most times.” Perks of being an influencer. Y/N made good money, took care of herself well. Hopefully, Harry could get her to come out of her shell a bit, and maybe she’d help mellow him out in a good way.

“Would you be open to going out tomorrow?” He questioned. “I work during the day most days but, I have the ability to take off if you’d rather do something during the day.” He was the boss and could do what he wanted, basically. If Y/N preferred to go out during the day then he would. But he could reserve a lane at the bowling alley he was thinking of bringing her to for tomorrow night. It was a Saturday night so it would be busy but he had a feeling it could get her to relax a little bit. He was hoping she would agree. 

“Tomorrow?” Y/N asked and looked down at her schedule, “Um, yeah, tomorrow sounds good.” She said with a nod. She was excited and a little nervous. Y/N knew she should at least tell someone she was going on a date, for safety reasons, but maybe she’d just briefly mention it. She didn’t want to jinx anything. “Here..” Y/N spoke, handing him her phone so he could put in his name and number. “Text yourself so you get my number.” She smiled, deciding that finally after a year, it was appropriate that they finally got each other’s numbers. 

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Even though Harry had made the date sound lowkey, she still wanted to be properly prepared just in case things got... steamy. Y/N made sure her entire apartment was spotless and she had taken one of those long showers, she even made sure her sheets were fresh. What? It had been a while and he was hot… they’d had a whole year of anticipation, it could happen!

Harry texted Y/N for her address, wanting to pick her up. It was proper. Even though they truly weren’t that far apart, he wanted to be a gentleman. There weren’t many of them in this day and age and Harry was looking forward to showing Y/N that he could be one for her. He wore a simple outfit. A patterned button-up and leather jacket along with jeans. People would never expect he was a CEO but he liked to play with fashion sometimes. It was a fun pastime. Especially when brands were eager to send rich people their clothing apparently. He pulled outside of her house in the Range Rover today. It was a pretty basic car and he knew it wouldn’t be too flashy. He also brought extra socks just in case she didn’t, bowling barefoot was a no go. This bowling alley was 50’s themed, a drive out, about 25 minutes. He hoped she would be okay with that. He got out of the car with the flowers in hand. Daisies. He had chosen daisies for her. Roses would scare her a little, he thought, so this was a fun and memorable gesture.

Y/N was feeling super giddy as she buzzed Harry in, making sure all the final touches were complete. He wasn’t going to be in her place for long but, she wanted to be sure that everything was perfect. It was a bit of pressure she felt with him being that much older. Realistically she knew it was nothing to worry about, that he wasn’t really that old, but she was an only child, she struggled with that concept. Hearing the knock on the door she smiled, walking over and gasping a bit when she saw the flowers. 

“Hi— are these?” She looked up at him and then back at the flowers as if she was unsure. Who else would they be for? “That’s so sweet.” Y/N cooed and waved him inside. She gave him a hug, heat rising to her cheeks at the kiss he pressed to it. “Let me put these in a vase and we can get going. I’ll be quick! Make yourself a home.”

“Hi love, ‘Course.” He has done well with the flowers. Harry felt like a lot of men her age didn’t bother with flowers or little gifts but it was something he wanted to do with his woman. “Your place is lovely.” It was. It was roomy and decorated beautifully. Clean but still looked lived in. That was something he couldn’t wait to acquire. He wanted this type of home. His home looked so sterile that even he felt uneasy sitting in the living room. She looked beautiful too. In her little outfit that was simple and yet; so classy on her. “You look beautiful as well.” He smiled when she approached him. “I love the look. I hope you’re okay with a different type of first date.” He smiled. Bowling and a pub after weren’t traditional.

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it.” She worked really hard on decorating it after all. Y/N had found a pretty little vase for the flowers, making sure the water wasn’t too cold or hot before she set them on her kitchen counter where she’d see them the most often. “Thank you.” She hummed, “but no, I don’t mind. Anything works for me.” Y/N has been on so many shitty dates that at this point she was willing to take anything. Anything could top the time she went out to a steakhouse with a guy who ended up vomiting on her. Harry was already proving to be better than the others, but she hoped she wasn’t speaking too soon. She took his hand after locking the door behind her, following him on their way down to his car. “How was your day?” Y/N did want to know. These would be questions she’d ask on a daily basis. He relaxed slightly when she placed a hand on him. For some reason, her touch made him feel at ease. She was so easily able to make him react by touches and he wondered why that was. 

“Was alright. Worked a lot. I was excited to see you, to be honest.” He admitted, squeezing her hand as they left the door. He had been so distracted, checking his phone every hour or so. It was odd for him. He wasn’t ever normally like this. She appealed to him so much. He opened the car door for her, holding her hand as she climbed in. Making sure she was settled, he closed the door and went to his side. God, he was excited. Not too nervous because he felt like they had been placed together for a reason. “The place is around 25 minutes away if you’d like to send a friend the location you can.” He was understanding that they could do that on the phone. He had never done it but he knew his niece did.

“What are you planning on kidnapping me?” She teased, but knew she was going to do it anyway. Not that she thought anything would go wrong, but just so her friends knew she was safe and sound for their own peace of mind. 

“How was your day?” He questioned. Y/N was fun to listen to. Genuinely, he loved hearing what she had to say. Her voice was soothing and warm and she was good at keeping conversations going. That’s what made him relax further. It was almost time to arrive at their destination and he felt excitement in his stomach. He hoped she would appreciate the element of surprise. He knew it would be eating at him but she was easier on the questions and seemed to trust him on where they were going.

“My day? It was pretty average. Took some photos, tried out a new recipe for some raspberry swirl brownies. I have a bunch leftover, should have given you some to try.” Y/N pouted, “Maybe later though. When you drop me off.” She was already inviting him back? Maybe. Who knows, she assumed things would go well. Harry was extremely attractive, there was no denying it. If he kept treating her the way he was and if she had a few drinks in her she’d surely suggest more. Y/N wasn’t exactly the boldest unless she had some drinks in her, but even then she was pretty tame. Sexy wasn’t really her speciality, felt like she was pretty mellow and average. “Bowling?” Y/N asked with a smile, “did not take you for the bowling type.” She couldn’t believe this was where he was taking her. “Can’t wait to whoop your ass.” She giggled as she hopped out of the car, going to meet him around the front. Y/N took his hand and let him lead the two inside. This was great already. He was relieved when he saw the spring in her step. She was excited! He had done something right in guessing she would be a fan of this. Next date, he had something in mind already. 

“Hi... reservation for Harry.” He smiled at the bored teenage clerk. He obviously wasn’t happy about working a Saturday and he could understand that. When asked his shoe size, Harry gave it to him before turning to his date. “What’s the shoe size for you, sweetheart?” He asked, letting go of her hand so he could grab the shoes and hand his card over. He loved that she was excited, leaning into him. 

She’d changed into her shoes quite easily, slipping off her leather jacket and placing it to the side before pulling her hair up. “It’s game time.” Y/N teased, noticing how there was a little bottle of wine and snacks there as well. This was really cute and thoughtful. “I haven’t been bowling in ages, but I’m very competitive.” She warned him, “feel like we should place a little bet as well... make things more exciting.” Y/N knew it would be something silly and doable.

“Oh?” He raised a brow as he placed his jacket down on the chairs. He was curious to see what wager she would want to play with but he wouldn’t mind at all. Seeing as Y/N was an interesting little thing in general, he was hopeful to see what she would do. “What are you thinking of betting on? I am both concerned and curious, by the look on your face.” He had been planning on letting her win but it deepened now on the terms of the winning and losing bets. “I am quite good at bowling, little miss. So choose wisely.” He walked over to the little machine they could put their names into that kept score. “Lay it on me then.”

“If you win, you get to kiss me at the end of the game.... and if I win, then you get to kiss me at the end of the night.” Y/N felt like that was a perfect little wager. Regardless she was going to kiss him, but it was all a matter of when. She didn’t mind either way, but it would add some tension and of course she wanted to see just how badly he wanted to kiss her. Harry typed in their names setting his as simply H and hers as bunny. “Cute.” She giggled, looking at the different sizes of bowling balls they had and checking which best fit her fingers and brought two of them over to the machine. She went first, having had a lucky shot. She knocked nearly all the pins right away, her second shot managing to clear the whole set.

“Look at you!” He laughed, clapping at her little victory dance. She was good. Either way he was guaranteed a kiss so he was very happy-- however, was eager for it. He watched her skip back with a little tongue poking out to tease him. “Alright, alright. Champion bowler over here.” He grinned, putting the ball into his hands as it was his turn. Of course, he cleared all the pins the first try. For some reason, he was very good at bowling. Not at basketball or baseball. He was good at soccer and football but it varies. Harry laughed at her pout, moving about so she could go ahead and play her next round. She hadn’t asked where they were going after the bowling was done but he was excited. The whole night was going to be fun. Even now, he had a feeling it was going to be one of the best he’s had in a long time.

“Don’t get too cocky.” Y/N narrowed her eyes a little bit, getting up to go for her turn. This time she was determined to get a strike, focusing. She took a deep breath, doing a little meditation before winding up and letting it go. And she did it! Y/N turned around with a little giggle, flipping her hair over her shoulder even though it was pulled up. She had walked over to eat some of the snacks, taking a sip of the wine he had poured out for her. It was delicious. She was excited, this seemed like a very promising date already. Y/N did feel a little giddy every time he did well, but she wanted to try her best to beat him just for optimum teasing. Y/N had no idea there was a second part of the date, so she thought the end of the night would likely come a lot sooner. They were playing three rounds though, so surely they’d know who won by the end of it.

The thing is, he would have let her win. He really would have, but he wanted a kiss. Her teasing and poking her tongue out at him, their banter back and forth, it made him happy and he wanted to taste her. Her mouth was gorgeous. Lips plump and pretty, glossy. He wanted to kiss. It had been so long since he had a proper kiss, and he punched the air in victory once the final score showed he had won by 15 points. Y/N has scowled playfully, but he could see the blush on her cheeks. She was irritated about being kissed, and he loved that. 

“Let’s go to the car.” He pulled his belongings back in his hold, their bowling shoes deposited back on the front bench as they walked towards the car. “I woooon.” He grinned, popping his things in the back seat and tucking the phone back into his pocket, not unlocking the front doors yet. He came in front of her, hooking a hand on her waist, the other on her jaw. 

“Gonna let me have my prize?”

Y/N felt her heart rate pick up instantly, eyes wide as they scanned his own. She nodded her head with a small hum of agreement, leaning into his hand while she waited for his lips to lock on hers. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, desperate for him to finally just lean in and kiss her. This kiss was a whole year in the making, she knew there was no way it couldn’t be good.

“Good.” He didn’t wait, leaning in and taking what he wanted. It’s how he had been his whole life and he had no regrets, pressing his lips to hers. Immediately he knew he had made the right decision. His body was warm with delight, kissing her gently but having a firm grip on her. He didn’t know how far was too far but he knew she would hint at it. When she melted into his grip, his kiss became a bit deeper and pushed her farther up against the car door. Licking at her lower lip in an attempt of getting her to open a bit, he was pleased to hear a hum of approval come from her throat. A full kiss, Y/N was rewarding him with. Tasting sweet, he never wanted to stop. His body was electric at her touch, Feeling her lean into him and her tongue slick against his, he loved kissing her. It would be difficult now to go to sleep without replaying this.

It was definitely the best kiss she’d ever had. It was passionate and hot and exactly what she had needed after feeling so damn hopeless for so long. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, even her cunt was fluttering a bit with the way his tongue was moving against hers. Y/N had completely melted for him. Her hand had moved up to wrap around his wrist, her other moving to the back of his neck to keep him there. She really didn’t want him to move. It felt like the world had stopped moving and she was no longer thinking about their age gap or what was going to happen between them. All she was thinking about was how good he made her feel. 

“Gotta stop, bunny. I’ll get too worked up and.. I’d like to be decent when we get to our next place.” He murmured. Her arms were still around his neck and he liked that, but she blinked at him in confusion. “You didn’t seriously think I was going to leave you hungry, Bunny? No. You’re getting food. There’s a nice pub I go to back in our area.” He chuckled. His thumb rubbed tenderly over her jawline, pecking her swollen lips. “Stole that one. But you can have some more after we get you fed. They’ve got a lovely chocolate lava cake as well.” He didn’t want to pull away but he was hopeful that this night wouldn’t end any time soon.

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[part 2]

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[simping-i-guess]

Shared Scars (Part 1)

          You remembered the first time you saw the legendary Vash the Stampede. He came to your little town, made a bit of a racket with the kids, and was soon carried away with the wind. You were young then, probably only 17- but he left a lasting impression. Being willing to give you, a poor beggar, the time of day was rare- especially for a non resident. His face burned into your memory, the sight of his bright smile always being present within your mind. You wanted to see him again... However, the next time you'd meet him, you had been hardened by the strenuous life you led in order to survive.

26. That's how old you were when you ran into Vash again. Within a small bar, far from where you'd originally met him, far from the village that you hailed from- the village that was wracked with poverty and death. Far from your least favorite place... You remembered to thank you lucky stars that you made it out of that town with your head on straight.

You took a seat beside the taller figure cloaked in crimson, buying him the same thing you had seen him drinking many years ago- whiskey. With only a brief moment of confusion, Vash's expression became one of shock.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere..?" Vash asked, a hand coming to his chin. "You look awfully familiar..."

You stifled a laugh behind your gloved hand. "Yes, about nine years ago now. You happened to stumble into a little town for a drink- but I never forgot your face." You smiled, leaning against the bar. "I'm surprised you remembered me, though. You must see a lot of people."

"Ah, yeah." Vash chuckled, the sound filling your ears. How pleasant. "I'm pretty good at recognizing faces, though, and I certainly remember yours. How is everyone from the town doing? All the little tykes grown up?" Vash asked, taking a swig from his whiskey. You shrugged.

"No clue, haven't been there in years. Last I heard, one of the old folks controlling the water supply died, and the whole town fought to take control of the estate. Glad I wasn't there for that."

"That's... unfortunate." Vash commented, face falling only briefly. "Well then, what about you? You seem well."

The two of you spent the night talking, sharing the stories you'd both gotten over your years of wandering. Vash hung on to every word you said, even the mundane. He... he cared. That was strange, but it was what you remembered about him from all those years ago.

How you then ended up tagging along on his travels was, a bit fuzzy in your mind. A few drinks could make you do and say some crazy things, seemingly. But it didn't matter much... you were happy to go along with him, allowing the wind to blow you both wherever it desired.

However, things grew more complicated as your feelings for the gunman emerged, and your desire to hold your secrets even closer intensified.

...

"Vash, I can't wear that..." You frowned at the garment that was being presented to you.

"What? Why not? Is it the wrong size?" Vash flipped the shirt over in his hands, looking for the inner tag.

"No, it's... it's the right size, that's not the issue." Your eyes drifted to the sleeves, examining their short length. "But, ah... it looks like it might be a little short... for my torso..."

"Well, I think it's supposed to be that way. It's cool and breathable, and I mean, you don't need to always wear that sweater- it's so hot out!"

"Vash, you're always in a jacket."

"Yeah, but its fabric protects me. Yours is just hot for no good reason."

Vash made a valid point, but you didn't want to admit it. No, you just didn't want to put on anything more revealing. You were much too nervous.

"C'mon, just try it on?" Vash insisted, giving you a pleading smile. "I'll even get on my knees and beg!"

"No no no- stand back up!" You caught Vash by his waist, not allowing him to finish his kneel. "I'll- I'll wear it-"

"Yes!" Vash pumped his fist in the air.

"...but not right now."

"Oh." He deflated. You sighed, your hands coming to your hips.

"... a date." You mumbled.

"Hm?" Vash tilted his head, questioning.

"A date. I'll wear it if you take me out on a date. Does that sound fair?" You raised a brow, waiting to see if Vash would accept the proposal.

"A date..? Oooh..." Vash elbowed you softly, a mischievous expression overtaking his features. "Have you just been trying to get me into your bed his whole time? Ow-" Vash rubbed his cheek, trying to will the sting from your pinch away.

"Look, is it a yes or no? If you're not interested-"

"I'll take you out, that's no problem." Vash answered, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "I'm just a bit surprised that you'd want that. Dates don't seem like your thing."

"Hey, dates can be fun. Plus, I like food. There's usually food on dates."

"Are you just trying to get me to buy you dinner again?"

"Shhh. Don't think too much about it, you already agreed."

...

Vash decided to meet you at a nice diner. You insisted that you two meet there rather than go together, because you had to get ready first. In truth, you were just giving yourself ample time to psych yourself into actually going.

"C'mon... I don't look that bad..." You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror, wearing the shirt Vash had gotten for you. It was a comfortable form fitted shirt in a color that was flattering on you. But, the lack of long sleeves, the fact that it revealed a lot of your back, and its length on your torso wasn't favorable for you.

It showed off the myriad of scars laden across your body, both shallow and deep. Most you had gotten from minor scuffles, or when foraging for scrap to sell. However, a few long slashes on your partially exposed back were clearly an intentional infliction, having gotten them while being robbed many years ago. You shook your head, urging the returning memories from your mind.

Even if you had seen Vash's scarred body before, it didn't change that you were still nervous about revealing your own scars, especially to someone you wanted to seem appealing to. So, before you could talk yourself out of going, you threw on a jacket and left to meet Vash at the diner you had agreed on.

...

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Vash called you over, waving exaggeratively. You gaped, looking at your shadow in an attempt to gage the time. Were you late, or was he just super early?

"Yoohoo, (Y/n), can you hear me~?" Vash called again, hopping up. He was probably scaring off potential customers, bouncing around so boisterously right near the entrance of the establishment. You hurried over to him, trying to get him to stop making a scene.

"Vash, people are gonna look at us funny!" You complained, grabbing hold of one of his arms.

"Aw, what's the problem with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Hey, aren't you supposed to be wearing that shirt I got you?" Vash asked, jumping from one topic to the other faster than you could fully comprehend.

"I am wearing it, I'm just also wearing a jacket." You explained, crossing your arms.

"Oh, well then allow me to get that for you-" Vash moved to stand behind you, ready to help remove your jacket.

"No!!" You stepped out of his reach, glancing away from him. "N...not here. Let's go somewhere a bit more private."

"Oh~? Well-"

"No funny business." You pointed a finger at Vash, trying to muster up a scowl. "We're just stepping aside for privacy, no getting handsy."

"Hey hey, I won't! I'd never do something without a lady's permission first." Vash put his hands up, his palms bared in a defeated way. You sighed, waving Vash over to the side of the building.

The town wasn't particularly busy at this hour, so just moving away from the entrance minimized your chances of anyone stumbling on you two. With one final glance around, you began slowly undoing the clasps on your jacket. Vash hummed, watching with anticipation.

"I'm sure the shirt'll look good on you! I have an eye for that sort of stuff. Here, let me." Vash again reached out, helping to pull the jacket off of your shoulders. He took it, folding it over his arms and ensuring it'd not get wrinkled in the position it was in. "Ookay, well~" Vash grinned as he looked over you, though you could tell he was a bit surprised at what he was seeing. His eyes mostly stayed on the shirt, seemingly examining the way it fit you, but you knew he was just being courteous. "It-" Vash was quickly cut off, and he leaned back to dodge your swift movement.

"Don't say anything yet!" You exclaimed, having put a finger up to his lips. You felt your face heat up as Vash watched you, seemingly confused at your display. You pulled back, crossing your arms protectively over your chest. "I know it must seem a little dumb... getting all embarrassed over this." You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing the intense urge to look away from Vash's expression.

"Dumb?" Vash raised a brow. "Why would it be dumb?"

"Because you've let me see your scars before, so it's not... it's not like I've been under the impression that you'd be repulsed by mine or anything..." You shifted your weight, swaying nervously under Vash's gaze. "A-And even if you did find mine ugly or whatever, I knew you'd be nice about it. Even then, I was still too nervous... I just feel silly..." You shook your head slowly and held a hand out to Vash, now giving in and averting your gaze. "C...Could I have my jacket back now..?"

You heard Vash approach you with a few steps, and then felt your jacket being draped over your shoulders where Vash's hands settled as well. You glanced up at him to see his soft smile, which made your legs feel like jelly.

"You're beautiful, (Y/n)." Vash said simply. "You don't have to be embarrassed about your scars, especially not in front of me. But you don't have to show them off if it makes you uncomfortable or self conscious- I understand how that feels." Vash's knuckles softly stroked down your cheek, and he gave you one of the most breathtaking smiles you had ever seen. "Your comfort is the most important thing to me. I'm sorry if I made you feel as if you had to reveal this before you were ready to."

You sighed, feeling silly again. "You always know what to say, don't you?" With a little shrug of your shoulders, Vash moved his hands, and your jacket fell onto the sandy ground. You tried to match Vash's smile, though yours was a bit more forced.

"Can I touch your arms?" Vash asked, his thumbs rubbing idly on your shoulders.

You answered Vash in a small voice. "Yeah, that's fine."

With hesitant movements, Vash slowly smoothed his hands down your arms, his smile never faltering. "I'm surprised, you're more muscular than I thought you'd be." Vash commented, his fingers barley ghosting over the prominent scars.

"Hmf, I coulda said the same about you. You look real lanky until your jacket comes off." You tugged on the front of Vash's red jacket, wanting to busy your hands.

"Yeah, you aren't the first person to tell me that." Vash said, his hands stopping at your elbows. "Now... I think maybe it's time we actually start our date. Here, I'll grab your jacket-"

"No, it's... it's okay." You smiled hesitantly, grabbing your jacket up off of the ground. "I... I think I'll just hold it. I mean, it is hot out..."

Vash hummed. "It is, isn't it?" His hands quickly found the buttons on his jacket, undoing them swiftly. "I think you might have the right idea."

"Vash, you don't have to do that." Despite your words, you smiled as Vash's jacket was removed, revealing a bit more of his toned body to you.

"I don't, but I also don't feel like sweating right now. Plus, I don't see anyone getting handsy with their guns here, so I think I'm fine. Now," Vash draped an arm over your shoulder. "Shall we go inside?"

You chuckled, leaning your head against the side of his chest. "Yeah. I hope they have some good food, here."

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[who-talks-first]

Okay I'm having trouble finding everyone's posts from Friday. But I just watched chapter 9 and I have some thoughts.

Opening the episode with Din saying he doesn't gamble then ending it with him making a massive gamble was interesting. Although I genuinely don't think he ever does anything he doesn't believe he can do.

The fights in this episode are amazing. Just stunning:

The fight at the arena. The Child ducking when he sees the Birds activate. "I'm not." Really. Din, stop being so goddamn fucking hot, I'm trying to watch the damn show! The whole dangling the gangster part. "You won't die by my hand." (one of the best parts of the character Din Djarin is he is both viciously ruthless and honorable to a fault. I love it!)

The fighting at the end. Both men flying in sync to kill the beast. The Raiders and townsfolk grudgingly working together. But it would have worked better just leaving the loaded bantha in the valley, luring the best out, and detonating it. Fewer civilian deaths but what do I know, I wasn't raised in the fighting corps. And god at the end when Din soars out of the monster's mouth! I that was how the episode would end as soon as I saw the explosives. But still so fucking cool! Is there a name for that trope? I call it the Hercules.

Can we talk for a second about how Din looks in this ep? The strides, the poses and posture. He exudes so much bde that it physically hurts me. Clearly a lot of that is Mandalorian in nature, if those images of Boba Fett from the comics tell us anything (Fett sitting spread in his ship and Din doing it on the wagon at Sorgan have p much the same energy). Just looking fine as hell through the whole thing, even covered in deadly dragon stomach acid.

And can we talk about how much he says this episode? He explains the Tuskens' behavior, translates, plans, barters, smooches doggies, etc. He talks a lot. And I think that's interesting. Din has this reputation as being awkward in social situations and quiet. And like, it's one thing feeling shy around the beautiful widow who's hitting on you. But he says what he means clearly and more or less concisely, including some one-liners and sarcasm. I think he could be described as "laconic" (my character does describe him as such in the thing I'm writing), which means they use as few words as possible to get their point across. Din has no hesitation in speaking, he just prefers to only speak when he has something to say, if that makes sense.

So happy to see Aunt Peli! And Din being like "eh let them work" That's what we call growth.

The casting. I nearly lost my shit when Timothy Olyphant was under the helmet, looking like a whole ass meal. Like that is the most flattering haircut and beard combo I've ever seen on him. Don't @me but he could get it. And poor typecast Leguizamo. Still great tho. He was fun little asshole.

I love when this show doubles down on the western themes:

Vanth's name, accent, role, and general appearance all line up with a small town wild west sheriff. Just showing up and saving the town, so they're like, you're the Lone Ranger now! Olyphant has played western roles before, including voicing The Spirit of the West (an avatar of the legends and ideals of the wild west modeled on Clint Eastwood's western characters) in the animated film Rango (a lot of the Mandalorian's aesthetic comes from Eastwood's movies).

The Mandalorian theme but softly strummed on a Spanish (nylon string) guitar is very evocative of a border town.

The tuskens represent an Indian tribe. The abandoned mining town. The mysterious stranger who comes to town and saves it. Vanth and Din nearly have a quickdraw shootout! The child is hiding in a spittoon for chrissakes!

It really echoes the 7 Samurai theme of chapter 4. I know it's an overlapping, repeating theme in western film. I guess I was surprised to see it again so quickly.

I don't know how I feel about Din speaking Tusken. Signing was one thing. But I just giggled uncomfortably the whole time feeling it was kinda silly (and I had assumed the reason he signed was because humans couldn't speak Tusken). Was that our big hero, heartthrob, and favorite actor Mr. Pascal sitting in the studio making those noises? Rrrhehh rheh rrhehh! I dunno I'm just. Reeling.

Isn't interesting that Din would annihilate the entire populace of Jawas without batting an eye, but he would do almost anything to protect the Sand People? I know there's something to that, about marginalized/eugenicized groups versus like colonialism and whatever vulture like construct you would attribute to the Jawas. But I'm not smart enough to articulate it.

Okay, so the obvious: Boba Fett. Really shocked to see his armor on someone else. I'd already seen the casting of Morrison, so I wasn't like, "is he dead?" and I knew right away this hick didn't take it off him. I wonder if the Jawas stunned him and removed it. Either way, there's going to be hell to pay. I can't wait to see Din and Boba interact; I wonder how they'll respond to each other. And even though Fett should be in his early 40s (I think) he really looks like hell. I mean, I know he's seen some shit. But I wonder what's been up with him in the last decade or so.

Some stuff I thought I noticed, but I need y'all to help me confirm:

Was that Anakin's podracer engine?

Was that C-3PO graffitied on the wall in the dirty city?

Were we supposed to recognize R5?

There's a couple others but I forgot em. I gotta watch it again.

Some questions:

What was the spherical thing the Tusken Raiders recovered from the beast's remains? The scene mirrored the Jawas and the mudhorn's TSUGA! Tsuga tsuga! Tsuuuga! But that didn't look like an egg. If I didn't know better I would swear it was a pearl. (which almost makes sense if you take into account that this guy eats dirt for a living and could have an organ or extra stomach in there like those gross hard balls they used to pull out of ox bellies) Or was it mentioned earlier and I didn't catch it? There was a lot going on.

What are the sand doggies? They're so cute! And that totally establishes our mans as a dog person. Writers, start your fics!

I'm a bit confused about the town's history. How have the people survived for so long with the beast there? Was it the Krayt dragon that wiped it literally off the map? How does the slaving mining guild fit in there?

It really looks in chapter 4 that those krill are native (it's not explicitly stated tho). If no one even knows where Sorgan is and it doesn't have a big export economy, how do these people in the middle of buttfuck nowhere have spotchka?

On that note, how did that city gangster hear about Fett/Vanth? I mean, I dig that he's a collector of beskar'gam, but like, that's still way out there.

The jingling spurs sound in chapter 5 is deliberately obvious when that mysterious figure comes upon Fennec Shand. Can we assume that's Cobb Vanth there? Because clearly, Fett has been without his armor for a while. If it was Vanth, what did he do with her? I don't believe for a second that she's dead. He's not a bounty hunter and he wouldn't have any idea she was valuable since the Guild had abandoned Tatooine. Barter for help/transportation /goods/labor /etc? Also, if it was Vanth, did he witness the whole thing? If so, he knows who Din is. Maybe knows Toro. I dunno. Lots of thoughts. Did he just stumble upon her while traveling back to his village? I forgot the name already lol Mos Pelegrino?

Okay it's nearly 4 am. I genuinely can't remember if I had anything else to say. Please continue to tag your spoilers cuz I will again not get to view the episode until after y'all do next week. But until then, please come yell at me about our favorite show and space boyfriend. I like crazy theories too.

Love y'all. 😘😘😘

#cobb vanth #The mandalorian #The mandalorian spoilers #Mandalorian season 2 spoilers #The mandalorian season 2 spoilers #Mandalorian spoilers #The child #boba fett #Fennec Shand #pedro pascal #timothy olyphant #temuera morrison

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 10 | White Night

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 4,689

Warnings: Angst

Part 10 | White Night

“Dream of you all night long.”

Prev • Next

You say that I'm selfish,

Get it all off your chest

If we're being honest,

Without you I'm a mess, oh

Cause when I'm at my lowest, oh I run too

Don't matter the problem it's always you

Give me no reason to question you

Give me no reason to question you

“Who’s that?”

He broke the song on the stereo, no longer able to contain his curiosity. 

“Someone, Yuta.” You brushed him off, not in the mood for feeding his interest.

“I bet he’s not just someone.” He said, sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes, “When is your birthday?”

“Hm?” He only took a quick glance at you, since he was focusing on the steering wheel. “October 26th. What about it?”

“Ah, a scorpio.”

“Is there anything wrong with me being a scorpio?”

“No, but you’re fearlessly curious. Sounds very scorpio to me.”

Yuta lets out a chuckle, “OK, you seem to know a lot about scorpios. Your boyfriend is a scorpio?”

“Aquarius.”

“So he is your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t believe how you just automatically answered him.

“He’s not. I mean, he was, but not anymore.”

He reached the traffic light, finally looking at your direction, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to touch the sensitive subject.”

“Well you keep asking about him, no wonder I let it slip, jerk.”

He laughs again, so free and pure. His smile is brilliant, completely washed away the cold demeanor that he has. 

“You’re funny, [Y/N].”

His compliment makes you scoffed dryly.

“Want to go out with me?”

Whether his words are true or not, it definitely succeeded in shocking you.

“Excuse me?” You asked him to repeat his question, making sure you didn’t hear him wrongly.

“Go out with me, [Y/N].” He said as he changed the gear, being so casual about it.

“Other than the fact I know that you’re Doyoung’s partner –not sure whether you guys are considered friends or not, and the fact that you are a Japanese, we literally only met once over a brunch and this is our first time going out together.”

“We can find out about each other later. If you want me to re-introduce myself, hi, I’m Nakamoto Yuta. You just found out that I’m a scorpio and you better remember my birthday. Osaka’s pride. Takoyaki’s my favorite food, what else…”

You laugh at how absurd he lets the conversation flow, “You don’t need to shove that much information at once, you know.”

Yuta beaming at the sound of your laughter, “Laughing suits you better. So, can I take it as you agree on slowly knowing each other better?”

At the rebound of the topic, you entwined your fingers together, “Why are you so eager about this? I bet you don’t even like me.”

“Says who? You’re pretty attractive to me.”

Your cheeks rose red at his directness. Fortunately Yuta’s eyes were fixed on the road, else he would tease you about it.

“Yuta, I’m flattered you think of me that highly, but I just broke up with him like a week ago. I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”

You were hoping you didn’t make the atmosphere awkward. It didn’t, as Yuta’s smile is still apparent on his face.

“We don’t have to officially date, you know? I’d like to get to know you personally, you seem like a great girl. You have a charming personality.”

You stayed quiet. It’s not like you don’t like Yuta. As the reality of the matter, you share the same feelings towards him. His directness is like a fresh air, filling your lungs and clearing your mind. However it’s quick to judge whether you’re ready to jump to another relationship.

“Just be with me,” He continues, holding your hand now, and thankfully Doyoung’s car is a matic car, if not you’d be screaming at the way he recklessly drives, sort of. “We’ll figure out the details later.”

Before you know it, you’ve reached Doyoung’s apartment parking lot. He parked the car, yet Yuta leaves the engine going because he’s still waiting for your answer.

“Yuta, really, I’m delighted that you see me… that way. But I don’t think I’m ready.”

The answer is already set way before Yuta gave you any time to think. In all honesty, after his sudden confession, all you can think about is the face of your previous lover. You could imagine Jaehyun’s face if he figured this out. How his heart would shatter when he knows you moved on so quickly from him. How awful it would be for him after he declared his profound love towards you.

Yuta sighs in disappointment, conscious of the catastrophe which you have brought upon him. He thought he would have a glimmer of chance. After all, he might not be Jeong Jaehyun, but Yuta is not losing in terms of look. His features are so easy on the eyes, more so when his radiant smile decorates his expressions.

“But,” You resume, seeing him frowning. “Let’s be friends. I know this is me stereotyping you and please don’t be offended, but I'm a fan of Ghibli and maybe we can start there?”

In a blink of an eye, you can hear the sound of his laughter, “No offense taken.”

–

The cloudy sky greets you once you open your eyes.

Yesterday was probably the busiest you've ever been. After three months since the unfortunate event, your project with NCT Corp. almost comes to an end. All it has left is the launching event that will only happen on the following week. You returned home very late last night and only up when the clock almost hit noon.

Even though you’ve been going back and forth to their office, you consistently avoiding Jaehyun with all your might. He sends you texts, only for you to leave them on read. His display picture would appear first whenever you upload something on your socials, and you tried your best not to do the same.

You’ve lost in touch with Jaehyun.

The situation is in contrast with Yuta. You’ve been talking to Yuta a lot, to discover that he does read manga, but wasn’t a fan like you. He turned out to be as sweet as what you expected, because he would actually watch anime with you. What makes it even more charming of him is that he even bothers to tell you the Japanese trivias along the way.

It’s funny. Yuta has been very gentle to you, yet you still need time to recover from your old flame.

Despite his strong appearance, you thought he would lose his patience but he doesn’t. Yuta never forced you to like him back, or asked you the ‘hey-are-you-ready-to-date’ question again. And you’re grateful for that.

Maybe time is all you need to heal. Maybe you’re like one of the arrow in a clock, and you’re slowly ticking your way to meet Yuta’s.

It was not your usual Saturday afternoon. By now, Yuta would relaxedly lounging at your couch, crossing his arm over your shoulder while you lean your head to his shoulder. He would probably browse any available movie to watch, before it bugs you and you would end up deciding the final verdict.

Other Saturdays Doyoung would come and pay his visit. He checks on you regularly after what happened. He may seem indifferent, but that is just Doyoung’s way to show his affection. After you moved back to your place, he would come to pick you up, just to make sure you’re in one piece.

On this irregular Saturday, both of them are in Osaka. They were a business partner before they became friends (partially because Yuta’s glued to you, inevitably making their interaction go beyond partnership). Today is the day where they have to make a business trip to Japan, leaving you all alone this weekend.

You stared blankly at the window, still nuzzling yourself to the cozy duvet. It’s been awhile since you’re completely by yourself, and it’s probably the therapy you need.

It would probably be best if you don’t waste anymore time, so you force your step to the bathroom for a quick shower. Prep yourself afterwards before marching outside.

As odd as it might seem, you actually savor the cloudy weather. You take it as a constant reminder that life is not all sunshine and everything nice. You love the trickling sound of the raindrops. And the best part is when the rain finally over, you get to see rays of sunshine peeks through, as if the weather tells you that even at the darkest hours, there would always be light. That there would always be hope.

Whenever it almost rains, you would often make your way to the small coffee shop near your place. You reach the front door, where the word Interlude is written on the store’s sign. Though small, they feel like home. The store is unlike other popular cafes, in fact their customers are probably only the loyal ones. However it only means that you could spend your time looking at the window while admiring the rain passes without having people talking in the background.

It’s been awhile since you last visited. You don’t even share this place to your best friends. It’s a silly rule you apply to yourself, keeping this place as your personal oasis. It’s thrilling, and you feel secured to have a safe place where you can run to which nobody knows its whereabouts. 

So it’s shocking to see Jaehyun sitting down at your usual spot, turning his head to your direction after hearing the bells at the door rang at your presence. Making eye contact with you.

“[Y/N]...”

Desperation filled his voice. His cheekbones look more apparent now, and you’re guessing due to him neglecting his diet. But you’re glad at least his eyes weren’t as hollow as the last time you’ve met him.

“Jaehyun… What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been coming here every week.” He said while scratching his head.

You furrow your brows, “Every week?”

“I… remember when you said you have this one coffee shop that you always visit whenever it's about to rain.”

You tilted your head, thoughts wandering through your memory.

“It was when I stayed over at your place. It was raining cats and dogs, so we cancelled our plan to try the new bubble tea place. We spent our days at your bed, with your laptop and you were playing The Notebook.”

And that was a long time ago.

“You told me that the view from the furthest window at this place is the prettiest when it rains. You said the rain would gently hit the rocks, making the most soothing sound. I could remember your eyes were practically shining when you told me that it is very satisfying to see the shadows that the sun made, saying that it looks like a painting.”

How you wished your feelings are numb, because all you can feel right now is the heartache that creeps and consumes your heart whole.

“I asked you to bring me here, but you told me since it was already raining, I wouldn’t get to enjoy the whole experience. You promised that you would bring me here next time.”

He grazed his gaze to you, “I guess… You kinda did now?”

You bit your lower lip, feeling extremely guilty, “So you’re telling me... you’ve been coming here every single week?”

He nods at your repeated question.

“But… it’s been a while since I last visited…”

“I know. This is my new Saturday ritual, I guess. Whether it’s sunny or rainy outside, I would still come, in hope that you’d appear from that door.”

He lets out a soft sigh, “To be honest, I’m not fond of this weather. It gets dark silently as it seems about to rain. Still, you like this deafening weather. After coming here for weeks, I encounter days where it actually rains. That is when I grew to like rainy days. It looks beautiful from here, like what you said.”

You could only taste the bitter sorrow at the tip of your tongue. The sadness travelled through the stifling air. Memories start to flood in your head. The days you’ve spent with him. His gentle touch. His smile that is always followed by his pair of dimples. But it was probably his voice that you miss the most. The richness of his low rumble that always wraps you warmly. The gentle voice that feels like a melody to you.

The thoughts make you want to return to his arms. How you wish you could brush the disheveled bangs that covers his eyes, so you can have a clearer view of it. How you long to caress his face, intoxicated from his signature musky scent that is mixed with nicotine that is now that he’s only a few inches apart from you.

Yuta.

The thought of the Japanese man refrains you from doing so.

“How are you?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“I-I” You stutter, don’t know how to react, head hung low. “I’m doing fine, I guess.”

You return your gaze to him, “What about you, Jaehyun?”

He lets out a smile that is dyed with woe, “I’m coping, [Y/N].”

Jaehyun can’t seem to divert his gaze other than to your eyes.

“God, how I longed for you to call my name again,” He said, squeezing his own palm that he tugs inside his jacket’s pocket.

“So,” He sidetracked, as if he didn't want to make the situation even more awkward than what it already was. “I heard you are almost done with the project. Johnny said we wouldn’t be able to pull through if it wasn’t for your directions.”

You beamed at the sudden praise, “He’s just being polite, Jae. Johnny is more than capable of doing it himself, to be honest. He’s a man with many talents.”

“I agree,” Jaehyun muffled, “Still, do give yourself credit. I know how you always work hard and how dedicated you are.”

The quietness speaks louder than both of you.

“Can I hug you?”

He spread his arms, not widely but enough for you to be in his embrace.

Of course, you were not expecting it.

If only I have the rights to permit you, Jaehyun.

“You know we can’t Jaehyun.”

“Is it that guy?”

You give him a look that asks him to further elaborate his statement.

“The one that picks you up that day?”

“Are you talking about Yuta?”

He flinched at the mention of another man’s name. The gleam in his eyes starts to fade.

“That was him?”

“Yeah, if you could recall, he is Doyoung’s partner from Osaka.”

“You’re seeing him now?”

Hurry can be heard from his tone, as he demands for an answer.

“We’ve been talking a lot.”

“Has he been treating you well?” Jaehyun felt your answer was ambiguous, not confirming anything.

You took a pause before you replied, mustering all of your strength to do so. Hoping that he could swallow your answer, “He’s wonderful, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looks down, fussing on his shoes.

He never felt this dejected.

“Strange, isn’t it?” Jaehyun looks at you, “To wake up and your eyes just naturally search for someone that’s not there.”

“Jaehyun…” You pleaded for him not to continue, as you have the hunch that his next sentences will tear you apart.

“I wake up, only to do the necessities for the sake of survival. Better eating, nice sleeping, don’t know what it is.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Instead, I wish I could live on my dreams.”

“My dream is still you. You left traces of you, entangled me. But all I want is to stay.”

A part of you wished you didn’t reject his invitation to hug him. It destroys you when Jaehyun was being so vocal about his heartbreak, and all you did was to run away from him.

“Forget it,” Knowing you’re struggling to get a word out, he did the call. “I guess I’ll go now.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s about to rain and I finally get to meet you. I don’t want to interrupt your quality time with the rain.” He peeks at the window, confirming that it’s about to drizzle anytime soon. “Don’t look at me like that [Y/N]. It makes it even harder for me to leave.”

“Jaehyun, I-”

“No, I understand [Y/N].” He stopped you from continuing your sentence. “I’ll leave now. I’ll see you at the launching event.”

You saw him disappear through the front door.

He left, yet he still lingers.

–

“You sure it’s OK?” Yuta asked in the front corridor, fixing his suit in front of the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You shouted from your room, making final touches with your lipgloss.

“Well, this is a company event and not just some random party. And he would be there too, ri…”

Your sudden appearance hushed him. Your dress for the night was a maroon halter maxi dress. It was a simple silk dress, but the backless design and the fitted waist feature definitely add more flare to it.

“You look beautiful.” Yuta fixed his gaze on you, not looking away even for a second. “They say the dress made the woman. I say the woman makes the dress.”

His admiration flushed your cheeks, now noticeably pink. “And you look dashing, Yuta.”

He finally looks away, reacting awkwardly over your compliment.

“To answer your question,” You tug the wild strand of hair that decided to rebel itself from the rest of Yuta’s hair. “Yes, even I would love for your company. Johnny already confirmed to me that it’s OK for me to bring a plus one.”

He leans forward, kissing your lips softly, “Who would’ve thought that I would eventually be your plus one.”

You smacked him playfully, “Now, I never know you’d like my lipgloss that much you’d steal it. Should I tell you which brand it is?” 

–

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! Glad you made it in time!” Donghyuck greets you, joyful that he finally has a company.

“Donghyuck! You’re here.”

You held Yuta’s hand while walking towards Donghyuck, who’s busy talking to the waiter nearby. He noticed that your eyes travelled somewhere else, so he is guessing that you might be looking for another person’s stature.

“Mr. Jeong has not arrived yet.”

Your eyes bulged from the false allegation, especially when you’re holding another man’s hand. “I was about to ask about Johnny, though.”

“Ah, sorry!” Donghyuck immediately regrets his choice of words, late at realizing that your hands are firmly intertwined with Yuta’s.

“Mr. Seo said he’s going to be a tad late. He mentioned he would probably come with Mr. Jeong, I guess that is why I mixed them up.” Donghyuck made a poor effort of an excuse, “They got something else to take care of, it seems.”

Soon after, all heads turn towards the entryway. While everybody was mesmerized, you’re the only one who turned pale.

“What’s wrong?” Yuta lowered his face, meeting yours who is busy looking at the ground. He took a gracious glance at the center of the attention, quick to make his deduction. “That’s him, right?”

You gave him a small nod, refusing to tilt up your head.

Fear consumes you.

“Mr. Jeong! Sir!” Says the few people who crowded next to him. “I heard our young Jeong Jaehyun was involved in this project. As expected from your son!”

“Ah yes, this is nothing. This should be the standard coming from my son.” He replies, uninterested to keep them entertained while Mark on his side tries not to show his sour emotion.

“It would be an honor if I could speak a few words to him, sir. Is he not coming with you?”

Before Jeong senior could answer their pathetic efforts to gain his favor, two men entered the hall, almost too dramatic. It was easy to find the reason why people’s attention averted so quickly, they are practically a show stopper.

Today’s event was free from any dress codes, nonetheless both of them are instantly stealing people favoritisms by wearing white suits. Johnny opted for a more toned-down version. Only when you carefully zoomed in the details, you will realize that the lapel was finely embroidered in tiny black sequins. Jaehyun, on the other hand, looks stunning in his choice of suit that is printed with big black and white floral patterns. It’s nearly impossible not to look at them.

“Father,” Jaehyun greets out of courtesy. “I’d like you to stand by near the stage.”

His father gave him a confused look.

“Also,” He continues, “Please bring Ms. Hyun along. I’d like to make a few announcements.”

Even the distance you can tell that whatever Jaehyun is telling his father brings so much delight to him. You never see that cold man look so happy before.

You were in daze before Yuta pulls back your attention, squeezing your hand tighter.

“It’s going to be fine.”

You nod and smile, feeling a bit more relaxed after his words of assurance.

Then you feel like someone is looking, so you look back. 

You regret doing so.

If looking back means you have to see Jaehyun’s broken-hearted face, you would keep your eyes fixed on Yuta's instead. As if his soul was crushed, he never knew seeing you in another man’s arm would hurt so much.

He thought that it should be him, holding your delicate hand. He should be the one who makes you laugh.

Yet he’s only able to stand from afar. 

Yet the only touch that he could give you is the same air that you breathe. 

His tears are dry, but he’s drowning in remorse.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, he walks away. Your eyes are still motioned at his direction, saw how he whispers to Johnny before separating their way. You pretend you didn���t anticipate Johnny’s arrival, when in fact you saw he’s coming to where the three of you are.

“[Y/N]! You’re here.” Johnny warmly hugs you, followed by a friendly peck on your cheek.

“Johnny, look at you, how marvelous!”

“Ditto, [Y/N]. You should’ve checked the mirror!” He returned the compliment, before looking at the man who stands right beside you. “And this is…”

“Oh, how rude of me.” You let go of Yuta’s hand. “Johnny, Donghyuck, this is Yuta.”

“Ah! Nakamoto Yuta, right? [Y/N] briefly told me about you.” Johnny reconfirms, and Yuta replies with a polite smile. “Hi, I’m Johnny Seo.”

“Nice to meet you, Seo. Nakamoto Yuta.” Yuta firmly shakes Johnny’s arm. “[Y/N] on the other hand told me plenty of you. She told me you’re a powerhouse, so I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

Johnny shifts his gaze to you, “Powerhouse? [Y/N], what have you been telling your boyfriend?”

“Nothing, Johnny.” You chuckled. 

Suddenly Yuta’s phone rang, regretfully breaking the friendly atmosphere. He quickly excused himself before ruining the mood further.

“And,” You quickly continue, making Johnny tilt his head closer to yours. “He’s not my boyfriend, Johnny.”

His eyes grow bigger, showing that your statement took him by a surprise, “I’m not Jaehyun, you know? You don’t have to be polite, I saw how you guys cross your fingers together.”

“From the beginning, in fact.” Donghyuck adds.

“Hyuck!” You protested. “I mean, we’ve been seeing each other. But technically we’re not dating yet.”

“Should I emphasize the word yet?” Johnny said, receiving your slap in return. “I mean, if you never clarify, I wouldn’t be able to tell. You are gleaming next to him. Jaehyun saw it too, and…”

“Attention, ladies and gentleman.”

The MC of the night cuts Johnny abruptly, marking that the event is about to start. All of you quickly find your seat, including Yuta who just returned following her cue. After she gathered everyone’s attention, she proceeds on her MC-ing. 

“My name is Mina and I will be your host for the night. First of all, we’d like to thank all of you for coming to our launching event. It’s a great honor to be able to stand in front of our esteemed guests.”

Claps followed her after she reached the full stop. “Of course, tonight’s celebration can’t begin without a grand start. Without further ado, I’d like to welcome our very own COO, Mr. Jeong Jaehyun.”

She left the mic stand, and was quickly replaced by Jaehyun’s figure. Your table is located on the left side of the stage, securing the prime view of the stage. Enabling you to see Jaehyun oh so very clearly, with all of his glory.

“Good evening, everyone.” His low voice echoes, “I’d like to welcome each and every one of you tonight, and thank you for sparing your time to join us.”

He backs off, clearing his throat, “Tonight is the night where we celebrate the launch of our latest and our proudest project yet, Neo Zone. After months of R&Ds, working in between departments, countless sleepless nights from the staff, including myself,” The audience gave him soft giggles in response, “I’m very proud to say that tonight is the origin of a new era for NCT Corporation.”

“Before we take a deeper dive, I’d like to invite important people to the stage because I have an important announcement to make.”

It’s almost peculiar how you saw the MC’s reaction. She wasn't aware of Jaehyun’s sudden declaration judging by the way she looked. As if she didn’t receive the brief beforehand.

“Father, Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, would you take the honor to come to the stage?”

Your heart sank. The addition of Kyungmi, grinning as she couldn’t contain her happiness, makes things worse for you. The sight of his father, escorting her while she can’t stop being so giddy causes you to feel like your stomach to turn inside out.

They’re going to announce their engagement.

Yuta, who even supposedly clueless about the situation, even grasps the whole meaning of Jaehyun’s action. He saw the tense your facial muscles are. He was about to hold your hand so you can relieve the stress, but Johnny outdid him.

“It’s gonna be OK, [Y/N].”

You looked at his rich hickory eyes. While you, and even Yuta are baffled at the sudden detour of the event’s agenda, Johnny shows an opposite reaction. He is very calm and collected despite all the fuss. Confident, even.

Kyungmi didn’t show any signs of hesitation once she reached the stage, trying to act like a smitten fiance and rushed to hug Jaehyun. Jaehyun managed to dodge the worthless affection as he quickly reached out for the mic again.

“As most of you should know, the man standing beside me is the founder of NCT Corporation. Today he is not standing alone as he is accompanied by Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, the daughter of the founder of Hyun Ventures.” Jaehyun quickly introduced them. While his father is keeping his stance, standing tall and pride, Kyungmi is already acting like she’s on a pageant, showing her overly white veneers.

“Without a doubt, I wouldn’t be standing here confidently if it wasn’t for their attendance at tonight's event.”

Jaehyun's speech gains two different reactions. One, Kyungmi that is all over the moon and his father is now busting his chest out, ready to share the happy news. You, on the contrary, wished you were not a VIP for this event, ready to flee. What are they doing, celebrating your sorrow?

Jaehyun cleared his throat, ready to continue his speech in a single breath. Smirk appears on his face, almost too smugly.

“Hereby I’d like to use this opportunity to declare my father denouncement, as he is proven to be guilty in the act of illegal transactions; including drugs, gamblings, prostitutions, and sexual assault. Officers, please guard both Mr. Jeong Sr. and Ms. Hyun.”

The room’s atmosphere took a grand fall. You move your palm against your mouth, at a loss for words as suddenly four people in uniforms enter the stage, married with the audible gasps that echoes in the hall.

A/N: I’m not sure about you guys, but I felt so many emotions writing this chapter. I wish I could have this version of Jaehyun in my life minus the mafia background please. Also! Grab your popcorn people, I think the next chapter should be quite exciting to read :) 

Fun fact: White Night is probably my favorite track on this album, so that is why I was so attached to this chapter?

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[osterfieldshollandgirl]

A Picture of You

This is a little bit of Harrison Osterfield X Reader X Tom Holland. Otherwise enjoy. 

Today the celebrity of the photo shoot at the magazine that you work for is Tom Holland, I am a huge fan of him as Peter Parker but also, I acknowledge his handsome features as himself. When I walked into to work today, I heard whispers of giddy giggles with Tom's name in the breaths of every woman colleagues as they rush to look good. I roll my eyes to myself imaginary patting myself on the back for making myself look pretty and presentable today and having a feeling something good could come out of today. You walk into your office and start to check your emails and see that they want you to assist today's celebrity photo shoot and while scamming the text you see Tom Hollands name and instantly smile and blush to get nervous butterflies knowing that you will be meters away from the handsome prince himself. After getting yourself together, you see what time you have to be there and you see it is in 10 minutes and so you freshen up as much you can and walk out of your office getting everyone's attention. While trying to avoid the mean glares from my colleagues as I walk by them, I remind myself Tom is going to be here soon. I am in my world as I enter the set and go to check in with the director of the shoot as I am headed to the other side I bump into a strong muscular chest and let out a soft grunt while the person laughs humorously as if the bump did not affect him. I lift my head recognizing the laugh as Tom's and embarrassingly look up at him to apologize but cannot get anything out because he is charmingly smiling at me. "I am sorry I bumped into you, Mr. Holland." You say while looking down at your shoes, he brings his hands to your chin pulling your face to look into your eyes." It is okay darling don't worry." He smiles gently and walks away because he is being called by the photographer. I smile to myself touching my chin where his touch is still lingering and then I notice stares and act normal again. I look around to see if I know anybody and see blond hair thinking it was my friend I walk over and give them a hug not realizing it not them and it is Harrison Osterfield Tom's best friend and PA. I hear the person clear their throat and I pull away and realize that my colleague is sitting on a chair near the food table. My face becomes tomato red as I look up and see Harrison smirking down at you and says, "I love a hug love, but a warning would be nice." "I am so sorry, man I bump into to Tom and now I hug you not that I did not want to." I say carefully cringing about what I said at the end. Harrison just watches me with amusement in his eyes and walks by me brushing his shoulder into me playfully and smiles at me as he walks towards his section of the shoot. I think about how he smelt so good and how his body felt amazing against mine. I walk away to hide the corner where my friend is sitting and see her straight up laughing at me and so I just sit next to her trying not to cry from embarrassment. I see people are starting to call people into place, so I get myself ready to work. My job in this shoot is to get the photographer anything they need, so I must stand in front of Tom the whole time. I know the photographer and go up to her "Hey Mary, how are you? so I embarrassed myself in front of Tom so please do not make me go in front of him more than I need to." Mary nods with a gentle smile and winks at me, I am confused until I see from across the room Harrison and Tom talking to each other but watching me with smiles on their faces. I smile back and wave to be nice, both winks back at me with smirks on their faces and I quickly turn back around blushing. Mary while setting up the cameras "looks like Tom and Harrison is taking interest in you." I nod my head to be polite but, on the inside, I am nervous I have never had one boy like me let alone two at once. As the shoot goes on and pictures of Tom being shot are him shirtless or merely shirtless with buttons barely on and he is focusing his gaze above the camera at times where I am standing and I feel the tension growing between us but also Harrison is to my right-leaning against a wall and is staring at me at the same time, I feel a certain way. There was one shot where I matched Tom's business attire and they needed a girl to see if it would look better and Mary saw that I dressed up and I saw her eyes shine bright. "Y/N please go and take this one-shot with Tom; I think this will look perfect." I nod my head and walk around the camera to where Tom is standing, and he is very professional, so he politely puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer, so we look more natural. As the shot is being taken Tom leans in and whispers "So Haz gets a hug but not me, I was saddened by that." I blush slightly still smiling, I whisper back "Yes, it was an accidental hug and you did not offer me one." feeling feisty about the end of the comment. That is when we hear the director make us get closer with my hands around his neck and his hands almost holding my hips. He talks softly so only I can hear him "I can hug you, but I might not let go. Holding you feels too good." I look into his eyes and see lust mixed with honesty and start to blush. I hear cut but I do not want to leave this position in time. Tom pulls away but before he does, he pulls me into a tight hug which I embrace. As he pulls away to get his makeup touched up, he kisses my cheek and thanks me for the picture with a wink. I whisper "anytime" to myself and walk away confused about what is happening this can not be real. The shoot is the whole day so during the break when everyone left even Tom and Harrison, I could take a deep breath and so I took my lunch out which was a sandwich and water and sat a table. I just finished my sandwich when I heard people enter the shoot, so I peeked around and saw Tom and Haz, and quickly ran back to my spot where I could hide without being seen. I hear them start to talk "Haz, I think we should see who she goes to first because I got her in the palm of my hands." Tom says and Harrison looks up from his phone "I bet you $100 to kiss her and make her feel like you like her." "Deal" I hear Tom say and I gasp quietly to myself tearing up, knowing someone like Tom would never fall for someone like her. I hear people coming and hurry to the secret door to get out of the room and act like I was not in the hiding spot. I go to the restroom, freshen up and when I am walking down to the set, I remind myself to act like I was but do not give in. As I walk into the set, I can feel his eyes on her, and she can sense he is walking this way until he gets called in the other direction. I walk to my friend and she can sense something is wrong, so I quietly whisper to her about what is happening, and she agrees that my plan to just finish the shoot and ignore him no matter how nice the attention feels.

The shoot continues and I can see Tom trying to flirt with his eyes at me and it is making the pictures look better, but I remind myself not to fall and get hurt. Harrison on the other hand started to flirt with me and knowing he made that bet hurt more thinking that he was a gentleman before. I was getting water from the cooler and he walks over to grab water at the same time, I am one step ahead of him and bend down to grab two bottles one for him and one for me. I stand back up and noticed that he was checking me out, I acted like I was flattered as I handed him a bottle of water "Thank you beautiful" he says cheekily. "Haz get one water as well please" I see Tom look at me with this glint and I know he knows how to act so I say to play along with my plan "I will take it to him I am headed that way anyway" and to make it sweeter I lean up and peck Harrison’s cheek and walk away leaving him shocked on what just happened. I walk towards Tom knowing he saw the scene before him, he looks ready to be kissed as well almost excited. I stroll towards him and act like I am going to sweetly give to him in which I do. I hand it to him, and he smiles and says, "Thank you love", I nod and walk away, getting back to work. He looks confused for a second as to what he has done wrong not knowing I overheard them talking. Throughout the other set up for pictures, Mary asked me to go up and pose with him and so I did and made sure to do exactly what they said. I was so excited to see these shots and ask Mary to send them to me when they were edited. As Mary was showing us the pictures I previewed them loving them and she showed Tom next and he did the least expected "I do not like these could we use another model" Mary shocked but had to oblige to make Tom happy nodded and they used another girl for that same shot. After that shot, there was one last one and the day was over. When setting up for that one Mary comes up to me, I was sitting by myself alone since my friend had to go and I was kind of sulking knowing I may have brought it on myself but I rather not have a heartbreak. "check your phone" Mary says and winks. I look down and see an email from her and open it to see the pictures I took with Tom, I smile big and hug her thanking her repeatedly because even if those pictures are fake the moment to me was real and that is what matters. That motion of mine captures Tom and Harrison's attention and I suddenly realize that Tom did not like the last set and I say, "but the last picture is not good at all even Tom said that." "Do not be silly, you both look like you are meant to be in each other's arms. Honestly, I think he was jealous that you kissed his best friend cheek and wanted to get back at you.  Boy's would do anything to get a girls attention." "Thank you again. I feel better." I say and so after the last shot was perfect the director ended the set and let everyone leave.

I was helping clean up so I was one of the last ones in the room, I hear laughter coming from one room and so curious I went in that direction wishing I had not when I saw who it was coming from. I see Tom laughing with mean Karen and so I quickly leave and as I entered and feel jealously running through my veins but remembering what deal he made, and it made me feel better.  I tell Karen out of spite and Susan did tell me to find Karen "Susan is calling you Karen" Karen huffs bidding Tom goodbye and glaring at me as she walks by me. Tom and I stand there awkwardly because of what he did during the shoot. I start to walk away, and I hear him say "I am sorry about what happened, you were beautiful, and I should not have done that." "It's okay-wait it is not okay, I am a person with feelings and when their idol calls them unattractive." He is left speechless and does not say anything for another few minutes I start to leave when he grabs my hand and says softly " I truly did not mean to make you feel that way and you are the most genuine person I have met in a long time. It scared me that you might be fake, but I watched you all day and you are truly a nice person. So, I am sorry, and I hope I can make it up to you." I say "I always wanted to meet you and now that I have I can truly say that I am grateful to see you truly are and am blessed to be able to take those wonderful pictures with you." I take his hand in mine and say, "let us clean up and talk in the lounge area." He nods and we clean up and head together to the lounge area where Karen number two is flirting with Harrison and I see Karen number one save a seat for Tom. As I sit on a couch where Tom and I both can sit together, Tom was forced to sit next to her which is fine. I am sitting there for ten minutes talking to others who have joined us as we are just chilling, and notice that Tom and Karen are missing, I find it weird until I see Harrison hint with his eyes where they have gone. I wink at Harrison as a thank you and follow that direction. I see that my office door is open and hear talking, I walk close but stay behind to hear. Karen says, "I hear you have a bet to kiss Y/N, is that true?" Tom answers "yes, but please do not tell anyone I am not interested anymore." "well, my group of friends got into it so kiss her, or I will tell her about the bet." I quickly go back to the lounge and sit down making sure it looked like I did not move. Tom and Karen come back, and I make sure to make eye contact with him but in a friendly matter, so he does not know what hit him. I make sure everyone is busy talking when I get Tom's attention and ask to talk to him privately. I also make sure where I take us, they can see us. As we reach our destination, I lean up and whisper to him in his ear "Kiss me." He looks down at me making sure I am serious, and he cups my face with one of his hands while the other is on my waist and kisses me gently. The kiss is amazing, I feel him deepen the kiss while moving the hand on my face to my waist and pulling me closer. I run my fingers through hair as he groans a little as I pull slightly. The kiss was getting heated and I did not want it to get too much and people were watching. We pulled away looking at each other smiling, I wonder if he would say anything. "This is amazing a kiss, thank you. I always wanted that scene like in far from home where you kiss MJ." He laughs quietly and leans against the wall still holding me, so I am standing between his legs, "I have wanted to kiss you since I saw you. But there is something I want to tell you and I am not sure how you are going to take it."  I smile "you can tell me I am sure it will not be anything too bad." Tom starts by saying "Ok during the shoot I was too scared to talk to you or be near you so Harrison—" and was caught off by Karen coming over with the money in the hand bloating that she had been able to give Tom the bet money, "Here Tom, this is the $100 from us and $100 from Harrison for kissing the loser." She sneered and walked off laughing evilly. I thought I could laugh it off and be cool like I knew about it but at that moment, I ran out of Tom's arms tears streaming down my face sad that he accepted the money. Although he was going to tell me about it, the action of taking the money hurt me. I hear my name being called and hear footsteps after me. "STOP please I can explain." Tom snaps making me finally stop to see he is not too far from me. "I was there in the room as I heard you make the deal with Harrison there was no shyness in this so please do not lie and act like you were innocent in this." I say with anger and passion. I am tired of waiting for his response so I continue " I purposely kissed Harrison on the cheek to see what you would do but what you did was mean and maybe I had it coming to me but it still did not make me feel better about. I want to know right now do you like me or is this all an act?" Tom finally walks towards me and grabs my hands looking at me for a minute before saying, "I do like you a lot and can see myself falling for you, so please forgive me I did not mean to make you feel upset. I do not regret taking the bet because it would not have brought me to you at this moment. That kiss was everything and more than what I could think of. So, if you would let me take you on a date to show you the real me, I will prove myself for your worthy love." And finishes the speech with a kiss on my cheek. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes seeing that he talking from his heart, "Yes, I will give you a chance to prove yourself and go on that date." He cheers and pulls me into a hug" I promise not to act like an idiot. Can I please kiss you now?" Tom asks eagerly. I laugh nodding, he leans down and captures my lips in a passionately heated kiss with hands roaming each other appropriately since we are in public. I pull away slightly hearing him moan in annoyance and it was good timing because I see Harrison standing there blushing for catching us, I tease "I think he enjoyed our kiss, I should thank him for sending you my way." I walk over to Harrison seeing him fidget quietly to himself "I am so sorry I did not think when I was making that bet, I am an idiot." "It is okay, I honestly thought you liked me as well." I said while Tom walked over to me wrapping his arm around me from behind and leaned in whispering "Would it be okay if he liked you as well love?" I watch Harrison walk closer to me watching me with seductive eyes and holds my hips as he asks, "Can I kiss you, Love?" I hesitate and look at Tom as to ask permission, he nods and starts to kiss my neck while Harrison holds my hips and leans down kissing me gently. His kiss is different from Tom's it is gentler and loving then hot and needy. As we pull away, I tell them to wait as I grab my stuff from my office and I walk hand and hand with both boys confused but happy how the day ended.  

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Hey Guys! Sorry it took me long to post the best chapter it took longer than expected😒 I had a lot of writers block😑 and I am currently working on another Fic, that I am trying to get done and post soon😊 so here is chapter 4😊 I’d like to give props to @animagicsalina for giving me permission to use her storylines from her 7K comic😉 she is amazing! Anyway I hope you all enjoy:)

A Friendly Visit

Varian and Selena made it back to the bakery carrying the ingredients they needed. Rapunzel Walked in holding some kind of wood and a cover over it, She walks over to Selena.

“Selena I have something for you” Rapunzel said with a smile.

She pulled off the sheet and it was a sign Rapunzel made and painted herself for Selena and her family. Selena was In shock, the sign was so beautiful, it had a bunch of different colors and different designs and there was a crown drawn in the middle and the name was inside the crown it said La Corona Bakery, Selena loved the name Rapunzel gave the bakery.

“Wow, Rapunzel this is AMAZING!!! I love it!!” Selena said existed.

“Aww, I’m glad you like it, I named it La Corona bakery or as they told me The Crown Bakery in English” Rapunzel answered with a smile.

Selena smiled, she was so happy to have amazing friends, she definitely could not have done it without them.

“Well, I think we made great progress today, We can finish tomorrow if you want?” Rapunzel asked Selena.

“Yes, your right princess, we can finish this tomorrow I know you all are tired from helping me today..it’s not your guys duty to help me..but I really do appreciate it this means a lot to my family and to me.” Selena said with a bit of sadness I her voice.

“Selena are you ok?, What’s wrong?” Rapunzel asked.

“It’s just no one has ever showed us this much kindness to me or my family like you guys have, and being a very simple girl from a small kingdom..I just don’t feel like I’ve proven that I or we deserve your friendship” Selena said with a sad tone.

“Hey Selena, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, we help you because we want to, that’s what friends do, you and your family are wonderful people, we love you Selena, and your more than just a friend your family.. Don’t ever forget that” Rapunzel said pulling her into a hug.

Selena didn’t know what to say, She never had any real friends like she has here in Corona, or any other family other than her parents.

“Th-Thank you Rapunzel, to be honest your like a big sister I never had” Selena said returning the hug.

“Aww Selena, Thank you, your like a little sister I never had” Rapunzel said with a smile.

Rapunzel and Eugene were headed back to the castle, “Selena I’m going back to the castle with Eugene, do you want to come?” Rapunzel asked.

“Yeah in a little bit, I just want to walk around the town for awhile then I’ll be over there soon” Selena answered with a smile.

“Ok, I’ll let your parents know, and your room will be ready as well, don’t stay out to late” Rapunzel said waving goodbye.

“I won’t” Selena answered waving goodbye.

Varian and Selena were the only ones left In the bakery, Varian wanted to go to the market to get some traveling supplies, for the trip he was planning, that he hasn’t told his dad yet or even told him about the journal, but it’s better to be prepared he thought to himself. Varian thought it be a good idea to invite Slena with him since she was going to walk around anyway and he can ask her the questions Eugene told him to ask or he would never hear the end of it with Eugene.

“Uhh..Selena, I was going to go to the market to buy some traveling supplies for my upcoming trip, since your going to walk around would you like to join me?” Varian asked putting his hand behind his head.

Selena pondered for awhile, she forgot that Varian did say he was going on a trip to finish his moms work. She just had to get used to the fact that he wasn’t going to be there, even though she really wanted to open the bakery here In Corona to be around him, but that wasn’t going to happen, so she thought it be best to stop having this silly crush on him and enjoy the time she has with him now. “Sure it’s always better to walk with a friend, thanks Varian” Selena answered with a smile.

“Hehe yeah” Varian answered.

They left the bakery and made their way to the market, Varian was going to his favorite store where he bought all his alchemy supplies and maybe he would even buy a new outfit. Varian saw his chance to ask Selena the questions Eugene told him to ask. Varian thought he start off with an easy question.

“Selena, what is your favorite thing to do?” Varian asked Selena.

“Well I actually love to read books about adventure, mostly because I would want to go on adventures myself like Rapunzel did, but my most favorite thing is just spending time with my family.” Selena answered.

“Wow, your really close to your family, that’s nice not a lot of people want to be with their family’s all the time” Varian stated.

“Yes, but for us family is everything, because when thing fades or goes away your family will be the only one standing with you no matter what” Selena answered with a comforting smile.

“I know what you mean” Varian answered.

Selena didn’t know what Varian meant by that but she knew that Varian didn’t like talking about his past so she wasn’t going to push him to talk about it. Varian tried to change the conversation and just asked his last questions.

“Selena, what are your thoughts about Relationships? And are you interested in someone?” Varian asked sheepishly trying to hide his nervousness.

Selena stayed quiet, she wanted to know why Varian would ask the same question she asked him, “maybe he knows I have a crush on him”, “I probably wasn’t good at hiding my feelings,” Selena thought to herself. Selena took a deep breath she felt her stomach turn.

“I think relationships are nice, I actually would like to have a relationship with someone I know, he’s nice, smart, kind, and a really great friend” Selena answered trying to hide her nervousness.

“ uhh...hehe...that’s great to know, it is someone I know?” Varian asked nervously

“Maybe, he’s really close though” Selena said nervously looking at Varian.

Varian didn’t know what to say, he was flattered that Selena liked him, but he just didn’t feel the same way about Selena he liked her as a best friend not as a crush, but if he were to actually have a relationship with her and it didn’t work out, it be so weird they would loose their friendship and he didn’t want that. Varian had to find a way to tell Selena that he likes her as a friend only, but without hurting her feelings.

“Why is this so hard” varian thought to himself.

Varian thought it be best to tell her later, he didn’t want to make it weird, so he changed the subject.

“Look we’re here” Varian said pointing to the store

“Cool, so this is where you buy all your Alchemy stuff” Selena said.

“Yeah, they know me pretty well here,hehe” Varian said sheepishly.

They walked around the store, Varian already knew what he wanted, he grabbed viles, alchemy balls, potions, cylinders, Ect. He put everything In a box and was ready to pay when Selena stopped him.

“Hey, why don’t you get a new outfit, I mean if your going on an adventure might as well dress for it right?” Selena asked Varian.

“Ehh, I guess your right” Varian answered with a smile.

Varian looked through all the clothes they had to offer for a young boy, he didn’t see anything he liked, then Selena stepped in.

“Hey what about this Varian?” Selena asked him.

She pulled out a blue/green mixed colored shirt with half long sleeves, then she grabbed navy blue colored pant, and a orange bandana. Selena showed the outfit to Varian to see what he though.

“So what do you think?” Selena asked him

Varian gave it a look, he wasn’t much of a person that liked people picking out what he would ware not since he was a toddler, but he liked the colors and the styles Selena picked out.

“Wow, I like it” Varian answered.

“Yeah, I thought the colors would look good on you, and it would make you look your age” Selena said to Varian trying not to giggle.

“Hey, what do you mean by that?” Varian answered offensively.

“Well, you do look like your 14, when your actually 18” Selena said still trying not to laugh.

Varian didn’t say anything, he hated to admit it but Selena was right, everyone treated him like a kid, his dad, Eugene, Rapunzel, Cassandra. “Ugh curse this baby face...but your right” Varian answered admitting defeat.

Selena just smiled, “now all your missing are shoes, and maybe gloves” Selena stated to Varian.

Varian looked around and saw some black boots with gray straps, then he saw some black gloves that he always were to protect his hands from his chemical solutions. “Well, These black boots would go good with the outfit and these gloves would look good and protect my hands” Varian answered.

Selena agreed with Varian. They put the outfit into the box of things they were going to buy, once Varian was done paying he grabbed the box and they left the store. It was Sunset by the time they were done, Selena thought it be best if she went back to the castle so her parents wouldn’t worry about her.

“Well I better be headed back to the castle, I don’t what my parents to get worried” Selena said to Varian.

“Thank you for inviting me to walk with you, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Selena asked with a smile.

“Yeah, i have to head back too, I had a good time...I’ll see you tomorrow” Varian answered sheepishly.

“Ok, bye Varian!” Selena said waving bye and headed towards the castle.

Varian waved back, while He made his way back to his house, he kept thinking to himself if he should talk to his dad about his moms journal, his curiosity is getting the best of him, and he really wanted to know why his dad would keep this alway from him. Once he arrived he saw his dad was there sitting in the living room reading a book. “Hey Son, How was your day?” Quirin asked him.

Varian couldn’t take it anymore he had to ask his dad about the journal and get some answers. “It was great dad, but we have to talk” Varian said with a serious face.

“Ok, what is it son? Is everything ok?” Quirin asked with concern.

Varian pulled out the journal to show his dad.

“How did you find that?” Quirin asked Varian.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve hid this for almost 18 years, when we’re you going to tell me about it?” Varian asked upset.

“Look son, I never meant to hide it for this long, I can explain” Quirin said with deep sigh

“Good take your time, I have all night” Varian answered. Of course he didn’t have all night because he was going to see Selena early tomorrow at the bakery, but his dad didn’t need to know that.

Quirin took a deep sigh, “Well the day you and Princess Rapunzel freed me from the amber... I lied about the contents of the letter I wrote.” Quirin explained to Varian.

“Aha! I knew it!” Varian shouted.

“While I did write I was proud of you, I also wrote about the dark kingdom and the brotherhood. As well where I hid your mothers journal. I was scared I didn’t tell about the journal because so much had happened to you then. I figured I’d give things time, but then your friend Cassandra stoke the moonstone... and you took the Royal engineer position and well....” Quirin stopped not knowing what to say next.

Varian took a min to process what his dad just told him. “Okay, but is mom alive? This journal and letter makes it seem like she’s on some sort of research trip, also who Donella?” Varian asked.

“We don’t speak of that name in this house” Quirin said sternly.

“What,Why? Mom seemed like she really cared for this women.” Varian asked.

“To much In my opinion, *sighs* might as well tell you what happened. Your mother was a brilliant alchemist, Much like yourself. She and Donella were research partners, they were strategizing ways to complete a series of trials within the seven kingdoms. Something about an Eternal library. I was supportive of course, but when she had you, she was reluctant to continue her studies once she realized she’d be away. Donella convinced your mother that a chance like this only happened once in a lifetime and said they worked too hard to get this far and call it quits. With a heavy heart, she left, leaving me with the letter and a promise of her return. But she never did. Months later Donella came back with your mothers journal, claiming that something happened to her. She didn’t tell me anything else. When the black rocks came and destroyed the dark kingdom.. our home, I fled with you to old corona. Only a small rundown village back then. We started a new life.” Quirin told him.

Quirin took a deep sigh, “To answer your first question, I don’t know. She could still be alive but trapped somewhere, even if I tried to find out, all of the research in her Journal are riddles to me. Quirin answered.

Varian stayed quiet trying to let everything his dad just told him to sink in, “I need to know more, I think mom would have wanted me to follow in her footsteps, and complete what she had been researching” Varian said with an assured tone.

Quirin knew this day was going to come it was just a matter of time. “I feared this day would come. What are you going to do now?” Quirin asked his son.

“Well I already have my stuff to leave, I just need to get notes information, Someone who knows a lot about legends. I guess I’ll have to see Xavior” Varian answered to his dad.

Varian went to his room, it was nearly time to get up, but he didn’t care he was used to not sleeping. Varian ponder everything his dad had told him, he was eager to leave, but he didn’t want to be rude to Selena. She came all this way to see him so the least he could do was hold off on the adventure till everything was settled with Selena and the bakery.

And this concludes chapter 4😊 it was longer than all the other chapters due to Quirin telling Varian the story😊 I hope you liked it and enjoyed reading it? It took me 4 days to try and write this chapter. Your feedback, comments, reblogs are most welcome i love to hear what you guys thought of it 💕 reading your comments and feedback really keeps me going💕

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[joeycupcakerichter]

A letter he'll never read.

This is just going to be a incoherent mess of thoughts that I need to get out of my skull because otherwise they're going to drown me. so I'm gonna throw it under a read more and post it here so the thought can be out of my head and I can go back and reread whenever I start to feel like I'm losing control again.

Dear [him]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I've probably seemed obsessive and weird and I wish I could stop but I think writing this down, explaining it even though I know you'll never read it will help me process the feelings and move on.

I'm sorry it had to be you. I'm sorry that you were the one that caught me on a bad day and made me smile. I read too much into it. If I've ever made you uncomfortable in anyway, I'm so deeply sorry. There's some things that I think you need to understand about me that I think will help the two of us make sense of this and move forward.

My marriage was one built on trauma and distress. I was married to a man that loved the idea of me, not the person I truly was. He spent six years trying to shove me into a box that I didn't fit into, trying to make me into the girl he always wanted when he simply was not. It may sound ungrateful to say, but I was drowning in his attention but you have to understand that this was not the kind of attention anyone deserves. It was manipulative, it was guilt tripping, it was toxic in every sense of the word. He hated the things I loved and if he didn't start off initially hating them, he would quickly begin to hate them because they were associated with me. I know you're probably wondering what that has to with you and I promise I'm getting to it

The earliest date I have to tell you when this started was February 4, 2019. Yeah, you heard me right, two fucking years of this nightmare coping mechanism that you didn't ask to be a part of. February 4th was the day I created a playlist on Spotify because I was going to go to the gym. The first song on that playlist was Rev 22:20 by Puscifer because that's the song that every time I hear it, I think of you. The beginning of the song is enough to explain what I was feeling in that time.

Don't be aroused by my confession Unless you don't give a good goddamn about redemption I know Christ is comin', and so am I And you would too if this sexy devil caught your eye

I wanted you so badly. You represented everything that my current relationship lacked. You would give me attention, but only if I earned it. I was married at the time, so confessing my attraction to you would be something that you would have to not care if it sent you to hell. It was stupid, and I kept my mouth shut about it. I wasn't about to have an affair with you. I know I was already emotionally cheating on my husband, but I was not going to take the next step. I would just cling to this concoction of you I'd made in my head to cope with the misery that I was forcing myself to live with. It wasn't healthy and it DEFINITELY wasn't fair to you. You didn't ask to have someone develop an infatuation with you that you didn't want. I did my best to be cool and remember who the fuck I was but I know you knew. I deluded myself into thinking that you were interested, even if you couldn't pursue it. I think that made it worse.

Your trip and the jokes we made about it truly cemented this stupid ass infatuation into my brain. The thought of running away from my life with you haunted my dreams. In fact, there was one dream that I had that I still distinctly remember that plays in my head on repeat every now and then. We were at a party, you pulled me into the pantry and we were talking and you looked at me, confused, and said, "You know I like you, right?" I woke up immediately after, confused and with my heart pounding. This came shortly after you told me that your friend had backed out of the trip and you had an extra ticket, if I just got my passport. I didn't, of course, but I remember you telling me that I could sit next to you on the plane and rub your back as you puked into your airplane bag because you were afraid to fly.

I'm terrified that I sound insane and creepy and unsettling. I KNOW you were just kidding around but it was something I could cling to. It kept me alive when I was laying in bed staring out of my window wishing I had to courage to just jump. That was a lot to put on you but I comforted myself by reminding myself that you would never know. I would never ever cross the line of telling you how much that stupid little joke meant to me. You'll probably never know this, but you saved my life. And for that I can only thank you.

I'll never forget when you left, either.

I channeled the confusing feeling of loss and pain into a story that I'm still incredibly proud of. I won't bore you (or creep you out) with details, but you left two months after your trip and I did nothing but write. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote that pain away until I couldn't feel it anymore. It was gone. I fixed it all. I was fine. I barely thought about you. That initial hyperfixation was gone. You were gone.

Until you weren't.

A mutual friend told me that you were coming back and I thought my heart was going to erupt. That was when I stopped writing my story because I didn't need it anymore. You were coming back. I tried to remain casual, but that December when you were finally back, I could've wept with joy. It was sad, it was pathetic but you were back and everything was going to be fine. I had my coping mechanism back. We both know I can't help but look at you when you're near by. Even just a glimpse could make me smile. You were so soothing to me. You still are. It's illogical and it doesn't make sense, but whenever I talk to you, or even just see you I am simultaneously relieved and set on edge. I have to watch myself. I don't want you to know this creepy stalker narrative I'd unintentionally crafted. It wasn't even stalkery.

I didn't cross lines, I just wanted to talk to you, be around you somewhere that was an even playing field. I've only texted you when I absolutely had to. I couldn't bring myself to bother you. I put you up on a pedestal and didn't ask you for anything more. I wanted more, I craved that sweet validation but I wouldn't cross that line. We were work friends, if you could even call it that. We were coworkers that sat together on break all the time. Sometimes I would feel like maybe you could be interested but I would always reminded myself that just because I wanted you to be, didn't mean you were. I constantly kept myself in check. I barely even mentioned you to my friends and even when I did, you were the mediocre white guy at work. Hell, I still refer to you as that because I need to keep myself in check. You are not the end all be all of men. Believe me, I would let myself believe that if I didn't keep myself in check.

When the pandemic hit, you were gone again. I thought it was forever this time and I decided it would be okay. It had to be okay. I wasn't going back to work if you weren't going to be there and by all logic, you shouldn't have been. You were the reason I didn't hate my job. I liked talking to you for fifteen minutes at a time that much. It's silly, but it made everything better. I didn't need to date you. I didn't need to sleep with you. I just wanted you to be my friend and you had been. I thought that chapter was closed.

And then my husband left me. And I found out you were back again. Despite everything I'd figured, that you wouldn't go back for a third time, that you wouldn't even be able to, another mutual friend mentioned that you were back. And I was ready to run back into that hellhole's hateful arms to have you close and as my friend again. I couldn't talk to you outside of work, I didn't know what to say. I was scared it was going to come out wrong because things were different now. I was different now. I wasn't going to be married for much longer. I let myself stray into thinking maybe now could be different.

You gave my husband an instrument to fix and he left it and me here so I figured I could give it back to you, at the very least. I was gonna shoot my shot. "of course I remember you". Now I'm not sure if that was as flattering as I initially took it but you forgot and I cried. But I left you alone. If you had any of the same feelings I had, you wouldn't have. It was okay. You didn't have to match my energy. Mine was out of control and emotional, coming only a week after my husband left the state. I was a train wreck and I'm glad now that you didn't come pick it up. I would've embarrassed myself. I would've tried to tell you all of this to your face and it would've been a mess. It wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair to me. I was in mourning, I was in shock. Just like most of the people I knew, you probably wouldn't have known what to say. What do you say to a woman who had been abandoned so easily and quickly? Awkward pity in my experience with people who weren't you. But I told you. You knew. That's all I wanted.

And now, I'm terrified that I'm becoming FAR too obvious. I wasn't subtle before, but I KNOW I'm not subtle now. I'm terrified of making you uncomfortable, or even worse, acting like Mandee. Becoming so overbearing and not picking up on vital social cues that would tell me that you didn't want me around. Every now and then, I'll forego sitting outside to sit with you but I won't do it every break. I don't want to seem like I won't leave you alone. I don't want to seem like a crazy woman who's obsessed with you. Maybe I still am, despite my best intentions, but I try so hard not to be. You don't owe me ANYTHING. And sometimes I get the vibes that I need to leave you alone so I do. And I resign myself to the fact that I ruined it because I couldn't keep my shit together.

My standards are so low right now, that you can talk to me first and I feel like maybe we could still be friends. Not a damn thing more than that. I can't stress that enough. Despite everything I've written here, it's not like I want you to sweep me off my feet and save me from everything. I just.... I want to be your friend. I want to actually know you other than anecdotal conversations.

I don't know how to finish this. It's pathetic, its cathartic and I just needed to get it out of me. I'm so tired of keeping it in and while I won't tell you, just writing it down helps. So thank you. Thank you for everything you don't know you've done for me. I'm sorry I let it go this far and get this... weird. Thank you again.

#nova trauma dumps #nova speaks #nova rants #tw: suicide mention #tw: suicidal ideation #ask to tag #if you were wondering where I get my Ted from this should give you a good idea #goddamn I wrote a lot about something that doesn't even matter #personal

[drawlfoy]

Honey, Honey

masterlist request guidelines requests are open! 

pairing: draco x reader

request: yes! hopefully you’re into this!

summary: reader is confused as to why draco suddenly pulled away from her after an..interesting night. loosely based off of my interpretation of ABBA’s Honey, Honey.

warnings: fluff, underage drinking, draco being a lightweight, me not knowing how to write drunk people because i’m a law abiding american woman, language, some blood mentions 

a/n: this is the very first song fic i’ve written, and i’m not going to do it the classic way they’re normally executed. i’m not a big fan of injecting the lyrics into dialogue or just pasting the lyrics into the space in between scenes. instead, i’m going to alter the lyrics to fit into certain moments of dialogue to aid the flow of the story. also i’ve never seen mamma mia so if i totally took this song out of context i’m sorry!

taglist: @accio-rogers

music recs: believe it or not i’m gonna rec honey, honey by ABBA and even writer in the dark from lorde, if you’re feeling rebellious

word count: 1,873

She’d known of the Slytherin for years and years, ever since she’d started at Hogwarts. How could she not have noticed him? He was notoriously skilled at drawing attention to himself--his uncommonly pale, shiny head did the job quite well.

Countless times, Y/N had watched him as he gracefully sat himself across from her at the table, shooting her a dazzling smile while still controlling his composure, appearing as nonchalant as ever. They’d toss a few words at each other, some to test the sparring waters, others to wish each other luck on the upcoming exam. Y/N could go as far to say that she was proud to be acquaintances with her crush, no matter how hopeless her feelings were.

And that’s why it was such a shock to see a very inebriated Draco Malfoy stumble about in her common room on a wild Friday night. He always made appearances at parties, maybe sipping a few drinks and playing a classic game of Truth or Dare, but never getting drunk enough to lose his cool, unbothered image. 

Y/N watched from the dark green leather couch, nursing a still-full cup of firewhiskey while her legs were tucked up under herself. While it was concerning, she couldn’t deny that it was at least a little humorous. Draco Malfoy didn’t stumble, he glided from place to place on his swanky, custom-made dress shoes.

She glanced down at her drink for a second, looking up only when she heard the unorganized shuffling of feet in front of her. 

“Hey, Draco,” she greeted the blonde, smiling up at him.  “What’s up?”

He didn’t say anything, choosing to look down at her with his mouth agape instead.

“Do I have something on my face? Or...” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Can I sit?” he managed, only slightly slurring his words. Y/N thanked Merlin that the party had mostly cleared out by now, each member having returned to their respective dorms, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to make out his words. 

“Yes, yes, do you need help?” Y/N unfolded her legs, positioning herself to aid his way down. He raised a hand to block her in protest, heavily flopping down on the couch.

“Hey, that’s my spot!” she complained, placing her drink on the coffee table and shooting him an exaggerated frown.

“Still could be,” he muttered, opening his arms up as an invitation. 

Y/N blushed furiously, choosing to sit down next to the blonde boy instead of on top of him. 

“So, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you this drunk before.” Y/N had a feeling that she had no business pressing the issue, but she couldn’t help but be curious.

As expected, he rolled his eyes and evaded meeting hers. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Why’d you come over here then?”

“’Cause I’m lonely and I like you,” he grumbled, his posh accent lost on the lazy words coming out of his mouth. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You...what?”

“I’m lonely? Yeah, not sure if you noticed, but all my friends left,” he complained, leaning over so his now ruffled hair brushed against her cheek for the briefest of moments.

“You know that’s not what I was asking about,” Y/N said, focusing all her energy on not letting too much excitement into her voice. 

“Then ask me the question, I don’t have all day,” he said. Before Y/N could begin formulating a coherent answer, he leaned into her so her side was now holding up his upper body.

“Draco, you’re acting weird,” she noted, observing the flush on his cheeks that was visible, even in the dim lighting up the common room. “How much have you had?”

“You’re evading the question, Y/N,” he taunted, his cheek rubbing across her shoulder. Who knew Draco would be such a cuddly drunk?

“You like me?” The words blurted out before she lost the confidence to do so. 

“We talk every morning,” he told her, turning his head up to be level with her ear. Each inhale and exhale made from Draco sent shivers down her spine, and she fought to keep them at bay. “You really think I would do that if I disliked you?”

As one of his hands began to fiddle with the sleeve of her jumper, another wave of courage hit her. 

“But do you fancy me?”

She didn’t know what she was expecting--perhaps for him to freeze, pull away, to get up and sneer at her--but he didn’t do anything she could’ve thought of.

Draco was suddenly wrapped around her arm, drawing circles on the bare skin that had been exposed and still resting his cheek on her shoulder. 

“Don’t be daft,” he murmured. “How could I not.”

This time it was Y/N whose body grew rigid. “Oh.”

“I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that,” he confessed, his own fingers ceasing movement. “Yeah. I really wasn’t supposed to tell you. Forget I ever said anything.” 

Draco seemed to sober up, leaning away from her and releasing her arm. Y/N watched in shock as he got up to walk away.

“Wait!” Her hand shot out to grab his own, keeping him from moving any further. “Please don’t go. I lik--fancy you, too.”

He turned to face her, a bittersweet expression swallowing his elegant features. Within seconds, he was kneeling in front of her, his face level with hers. He took her face in his hands, a gesture he did so tenderly that tears pricked in her eyes. 

Their lips met, and Y/N felt her heart stop.

He pulled away after just a few seconds, meeting her eyes with a pleading look.

“I know.” His thumb dragged across her cheekbone, lingering there for a second before he finally moved away, leaving Y/N to try and decipher his actions. 

oOo (oooh that’s right, i’m changing up my scene breaks because even tho the hearts looked cute on desktop they looked ugly on mobile and i love you guys too much to do that)

After that night, Y/N began seeing much less of Draco. His unassigned assigned seat moved down to the very end of the Slytherin table, leaving her with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode to converse with. He no longer showed up to dorm parties, and she often saw him coming and going out of the common room at odd hours. 

She couldn’t exactly understand what was going on with him. Sure, she’d heard the rumors of him being a Death Eater, but she couldn’t imagine that being the case. Draco was too young, too sweet to accept such a thing.

Perhaps he was just avoiding her. Y/N was somewhat flattered that she may have had such an impact on his life, but she was also deeply hurt. She missed having someone to bitch with at every meal, as silly as it sounded. And she didn’t think that she was that bad of a kisser. 

Y/N let herself believe that it was just the courseload. 6th year was a difficult time for every student, and Draco was no exception. His parents expected too much out of him, and while she understood their motives, she couldn’t help but pity him. 

She was at a pained peace for the next few months as she attempted to forget about the night in the common room and how sweetly he treated her. Unfortunately, her introspection was interrupted one winter afternoon when she saw Snape helping a certain blonde Slytherin to the hospital wing. His white dress shirt was bloodied, and Y/N couldn’t help but yelp at the sight. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape greeted briskly. She saw Draco’s head bob up in recognition. “I trust that nobody will be hearing about what you’re seeing from you.”

It was an order and an underhanded request for her to leave them be, but Draco mattered to her, and now she was certain that something wasn’t right. There was no way this was just coursework. 

“What happened to him?” she shrilled, wincing at her voice. 

“Nothing to see, Y/L/N,” Snape affirmed, walking past her and shooting her a dangerous look. “I’d hate to take any house points away.”

She stood with her mouth hanging open, frozen in shock. “You can’t be serious! He’s hurt!”

“How kind of you to inform me,” Snape snapped. “Run along, or detention for a month.” 

Her eyes widened and she dashed off, embarrassed that she could be bought off with the mention of detentions. But, at the same time, she knew that all she had to do was wait, wait for Snape to leave him be. Madame Pomfrey had a soft spot for Y/N, and she would most likely allow her to see him. 

oOo

“I really don’t think a visitor is what he needs right now,” Madame Pomfrey stated, wringing out bloodied rags and reshuffling bottles of Dittany. 

“Please, please, I promise I won’t do anything to upset or fatigue him,” Y/N pleaded, meeting the woman with her most convincing look. “I’ve been so worried about him, and he’s my friend. I brought him the homework from today.”

Madame Pomfrey studied her for a moment.

“Fine. Leave the curtain open, though, and if I say you need to leave, you need to leave.”

Y/N grinned, restraining the urge to jump with joy. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Pomfrey shooed her off, pointing her in the general direction of where Draco lay. She strode over, opening the curtain and sitting in the chair by the bed.

Draco was deathly pale, even more than usual. His eyelashes were closed, casting faint shadows on his very prominent purple eyebags. Even though he looked sickly, his hair looked as soft as ever.

“Draco,” she said softly, reaching her hand out to touch his. He jerked awake, he eyes snapping open and focusing on her.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he hissed. He tried to sit up but groaned, laying back down after the pain hit him. 

“I had to come see you,” she admitted, stroking up and down his arm. “I’ve been worried about you. I miss you. Did I do something?”

He blinked hard. 

“No, no, this has nothing to do with you.” He flinched at the dismissive tone, but he didn’t know what else to say. “You’ve heard the rumors. Things are getting strange and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Get hurt?” She wrapped her fingers around his arm, noticing how tense he became. “I can take care of myself, and I really, really like you, and I wish you’d stop avoiding me.”

Draco shut his eyes, falling back onto his pillow so he was looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“There’s nothing else I’d rather be, Draco,” she quipped, releasing his arm to intertwine his fingers with hers. 

He shuddered, thinking for a few moments. 

“Okay? You’ll stop avoiding me?” she asked hopefully, making to leave.

“As long as you stay here a little longer, I could use the company.” He smirked at her, peering through his eyelashes.

“Of course,” she agreed, setting her things down and sitting again. Y/N moved the chair closer to the the top of the bed, carding her fingers through his hair as he shut his eyes, finally content. 

final a/n: i was gonna go for adding song lyrics at the end but i was like uhhhh better not. did not edit or get a beta to read this. if you’re just dying to be a beta reader let me know since my grammatical errors from lazy writing are getting out of hand haha. thanks for reading, let me know what you thought!

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[hecohansen31]

I Could Have Another You In A Minute

Gunnhild+Ingrid (Modern AU)

“To the left, to the left Everything you own in the box to the left In the closet, that's my stuff Yes, if I bought it, please don't touch (Don't touch) And keep talking that mess that's fine But could you walk and talk at the same time And, it's my name that's on that jag So remove your bags, let me call you a cab “

“Irreplaceable” by Beyoncé

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

I have decided to write a few different fics since we are in pride month, to honor all the different shades of love (I obviously know that this is an extremely commercial thing, but I just wanted you to know that you are more than welcome to request this kind of fics, if you are interested!).

I have another one pubblished on my AO3 (of the same name), and I’ll try to upload it here too!

I hope that Bjorn’s stans will know that this is just me messing around with a ptompt and I don’t mean no offense (although Bjorn to me is like that husband on the show ‘Seeking Sisters Wives’, whose wife broke down crying because she didn’t want a polyamorous relationship and he simply just stood there) (also no offense to polyamorous relationships, this isn’t my intent, and I do think that show portrays ‘poly-love’ in the worst way possible).

I really hope you’ll like this idea, although it is different from my usual, and if you end up actually liking it, please do give me some feedback, if you feel like it.

Feedback always helps us writers in feeling motivated and writing more, so if it pleases you, don’t forget to leave a comment or a reblog, if you liked it.

Feedback makes our heart beat and our fingers write faster!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Cheating, Slight Mention of Sex, Slight Misogyny (Girl-On-Girl Hate)

Gunnhild hadn’t thought this day would come.

Certainly, she hadn’t thought that a man like Bjorn with two previous disastrous marriages would have been truly faithful to her till death did them apart.

But at the same time, she hadn’t thought it’d happen this soon.

And in this way.

She had started noticing Bjorn straying away from her bed and her arms, but she hadn’t thought much about it, mostly because they had both always been pretty independent from each other, something she had prided herself with.

Which turned out the same thing that had brought her husband away from her.

Making him tired of her.

Alongside the pretty blonde thing that had been keeping company at him by night.

Her name was Ingrid.

She was the secretary at the corporation Bjorn ruled over, after he had been able to disentangle it from his younger brother’s hands, mostly thanks to Gunnhild.

It felt strange for her to see that so many things that she had done being the ones that had pushed Bjorn in Ingrid’s awaiting arms.

Almost as if she had been the one pushing him in them.

She was a pretty thing, certainly a bit younger than Gunnhild, and immediately the wife had known what her husband had seen in his lover: the promise of a renewed youth through her thighs and her pretty smiles.

She had once caught Bjorn in such a ritual, pushing himself as some graceless boar between the thighs of the slender woman, in a way that had made Gunnhild question if this was the way he also acted with her in bed.

If she had been simply too blinded by the need to please him, to make him feel like she enjoyed truly rusty bedroom antics to notice how truly awful Bjorn looked, old and almost funny in his search for eternal youth.

That had been the first time she had caught them, together, in his office.

And at first, she had hated Ingrid with all her heart.

She now recognized that it had been one attempt to shift the blame away from the man who had done the true act of betrayal, because although it indeed took two to cheat, it was her husband who had decided to fall in the temptation of a pretty face.

He should have known better.

He had a devoted wife.

Somebody who had given up her entire career to be with him.

Gunnhild, fierce and strong Gunnhild, one of the best lawyers in entire Norway if not Scandinavia, had decided to become a soft-spoken trophy-wife for Bjorn Ironside, taming the wildness in her wicked ways that her previous husband had loved so so much.

The result had been awkward.

She wasn’t well-liked in the social circles.

She wasn’t one to smile at photographers or to hold her tongue, meanwhile Bjorn and his colleagues spoke of the latest harassment lawsuit they had avoided with a hefty sum.

It was tiring on the long run.

But for a long time, she had blamed for it.

But she had thought it would have made Bjorn happy.

It would have made him stop his antics of chasing skirt after skirt.

She had also used this to justify Bjorn’s cheating ways.

So, for a long time, she had been quietly raging against Ingrid, meanwhile her husband chased her skirt, but didn’t decide in the slightest to end things with Gunnhild, keeping her good and at his own use, anytime he needed.

But it was all coming to an end.

She could feel it.

This was simply a temporary situation.

So, she hadn’t been surprised when Bjorn had asked to talk about the ‘Ingrid’s situation’.

But she hadn’t expected to hear what he uttered.

‘I want her and you’ he had spoken almost as if he should have been flattered of it ‘… she is… she is what is missing in our relationship’.

And those words had been her blessing.

Those words had opened her closed eyes.

And she had realized that it had been Bjorn who had been missing something, not her.

Because she had been happy in this relationship…

… most of the time…

And if something was missing…

… it wasn’t Ingrid.

He would have chased again new skirts and new women, after her.

No matter her.

No matter if Gunnhild accepted this or not.

He liked the thought of being able to pry away the innocence of the most resilientgirls  like he had done with Gunnhild and he enjoyed even more the thought of silly young things like Ingrid flocking at him in admiration, like a small girl that had to learn the world.

And he was the solely one who could teach her.

But it was all huge bullshit.

And she had finally realized it.

‘Honestly Bjorn… I don’t think that it’d be fair…’ she had spoken and immediately Bjorn had started pleading and then he had pouted, almost as a silly child, who had been denied his favorite toy.

But Gunnhild slept lovely at that sound.

As she planned her own revenge.

If Bjorn wanted to chase youth through the things of some basic secretary, why couldn’t she do the same.

With the same girl.

The following morning, she had blamed her own bad humor and answer to her period, knowing that Bjorn wouldn’t have questioned such thing.

He never questioned anything as long as it profited him.

‘But I’d like to know more of this Ingrid before agreeing to this lifestyle’ she had spoken, as they ate breakfast, enjoying the way Bjorn’s face crooked in a confused expression ‘… I haven’t seen much more of her than her ass, and I’ll have to soon share an house with her and an husband. I’d like to test if she is a proper addiction to our life’.

She had particularly enjoyed the small bicker that had ensued after, as Bjorn tried his best to mark up his authority, suggesting there was no need for such a control, but in the end the strenuous lawyer, that Gunnhild was, had won her also this case.

And the chase had begun.

Ingrid, at first, had seemed wary of her and her nearness.

Certainly it wasn’t an everyday thing that the wife of your lover came to your house for an afternoon tea with no desire to slap you as in the worst telenovelas or beg you to leave her husband alone.

Gunnhild had simply told her Bjorn’s plans, insisting on a few details…

… intimate details that had left Ingrid a bit hot on the cheeks.

And she had enjoyed the sight of it.

Maybe a bit more than it was proper for her plan.

But soon it had all started its motion, as she made sure to pass more and more time with Ingrid, making her feel comfortable in her presence, to the point that anybody in a crowd would have thought that they were the bestest of friends.

If not straight up girlfriends.

And it was nice that Ingrid seemed far more than the typical ‘I fuck the boss’ girl.

A good dash of wickedness in her eyes held an ambition that spoke directly to Gunnhild’s own heart.

‘I’d like to be something more than a secretary, but…’ she had once mentioned, meanwhile they drank a coffee after one of their shopping trips (she and Gunnhild seemed to get an immense satisfaction at wrecking Bjorn’s credit cards) ‘… but it isn’t easy, when you don’t have the connections and people see you as too pretty than to be anything but  a wife’.

It had seemed strange to hear that Ingrid had problems like that and something in Gunnhild had softened, and the artificial interest she had been having for their last meetings had become more genuine, till the point that Gunnhild had started becoming more and more interested in Ingrid.

She wanted to see the woman behind the cover of the ‘perfect girl’ she put up.

Something that could have completely ruined her plan.

Hence on one of their ‘dates’ she had asked Ingrid.

‘Tell me something, Ingrid, and don’t even try to lie’ she had focused her steely eyes on the beautiful blonde woman in front of her, who, in her favor, hadn’t backed down from the other woman’s stare, leaning in instead ‘… do you have any intention of using my husband?’.

She had seemed truly shocked by her insinuation and for a moment Gunnhild had thought that she had undervalued Ingrid’s interest and ambition and then the woman had breathed.

“Yes, I do” and it had been almost as if Pandora’s vase had opened “… he doesn’t see me as anything more than a pretty decent fuck, he has been lurching off me for the fucking energy that I give him, for the status of having such a young lover, why should I not take something from him, as well? This way we’ll both gain something from it’.

And Gunnhild hadn’t ever smiled larger.

‘Well then I have a proposition for you’.

They had brought themselves away from Bjorn’s grasps, denying him constantly the pleasure of your intimacy, meanwhile some sort of intimacy grew between them, to the point that a clumsy kiss happened, after too much wine and a few laughs to Bjorn’s expenses, on a retreat in Ingrid’s apartment.

‘You see me’ Ingrid had spoken ‘… you have your eyes open even when they are closed, and you see me as more than a pretty face’.

‘I see you as the devious minx that you truly are, Ingrid’ her words were aggressive, as the kiss she planted on her lips ‘… and I like it very much’.

And they had found themselves in bed.

And Ingrid upon her had looked like a true masterpiece.

And felt even better.

Bjorn the following day had found the divorce papers already signed.

And a special text from Ingrid.

Gunnhild now had her eyes open now and she never intended to go back to when they were closed.

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[spideychelleforever]

One day Flash is being a dick to Peter as usual and then he grabs his shirt just as Peter was trying to scoot away from him, and Flash has now accidentally taken off Peter’s shirt

Oh did I mention this was in gym class?

So the whole gym falls silent as everyone takes in the chiseled, godlike form Peter has been hiding

Everyone is staring. Those who aren’t interested in dudes are staring out of shock, while those folks who are into dudes are not just shocked but... thirsty

Ned immediately hops in to help, and sticks his arms out to shield Peter. “Have no fear, guy in the chair is here!” As he serves as Peter’s personal shield as they head for the locker room so Peter can grab another shirt, Ned mumbles “Okay that didn’t rhyme, but...”

And well word gets around, as does a picture and a Snap, of Peter’s abs. And suddenly Peter has gone from a casual nobody in the school to one of its sex symbols. Even Liz, now thousands of miles away, saves the shared picture to her phone and bites her lip a few times when looking at it.

Peter gets a lot more greetings from people now. Lots of “hiiiii Peter”’s, lots of requests for his number or social media links. Lots of follow requests. And while Peter likes it a little at first, because honestly who doesn’t like some attention, it gets old pretty quickly.

Peter gets asked out at least three times in the next few weeks. Each time he gently tells them he’s flattered but not wanting to date right now.

When MJ overhears someone retell that, she deflates the rest of the day. Not that he’d ever like her, but it hurt to know he wasn’t even close to considering her since he wasn’t interested in dating at all.

It does get her to chill a bit more with Peter. Knowing he’s not wanting to date anyone let’s her get some peace of mind around him since usually she’s so frazzled around him she can only deflect and heckle him. And she’s felt that way long before she ever saw his abs in the gym that day. But she guesses that at least she can spend some relaxing time with him.

And they do! She starts talking to him like he’s a normal person and not the boy she’s been completely taken with for years. She finds out his favorite foods, gives some of his nerdy stuff a try, and he eats up the poetry she writes and expresses awe at every single drawing she does. Even the silly doodles.

One night MJ is at a diner with Betty, Sally, Cindy, and a few other girls, and inevitably, the subject of Peter comes up. Most of them all express the same thing, that they’d smash if they could. MJ feels so, so small in that moment. Especially when the topic of the Valentine’s Night Ball comes up, and MJ quickly realizes Peter is about to be swamped with admirers.

So the next day, she goes to Peter.

“Dork, you have to listen. I just heard a shitload of little birdies all about to come ask you out to the Valentine’s ball.” She hurriedly whispers as they both stand at his locker. MJ felt a rush as Peter came in close to hear her, but ignored it.

“Oh, geez... thanks for the heads up, MJ!” Peter does sound grateful, but the tinge of confusion in his voice is audible. “But... why are you warning me?”

MJ looks at him, lost for words. “Well.. because I wanted to warn you!” Oh no oh no oh no

“So you don’t... want me to go to the dance with them?” Peter asks in confusion.

“I just...” shit shit shit, she thinks, “don’t want you to be swarmed by lovesick chicks, okay?”

“Uh huh,” Peter says.

They stare at each other for a moment, Peter’s eyes curious and MJ’s panicked.

Silence.

“You know, um, MJ?” Peter started.

“Yes?” MJ asks.

“I really appreciate you looking out for me and all, but you don’t have to worry. I’m not gonna go out with any of those girls to the dance.”

“Cool,” MJ says, “I mean I didn’t say you couldn’t, I mean-“

“But I do wanna know... why are you looking out for me this much regarding girls?”

“Because they-Um... they’re not good for you. Yeah. Not that I’m trying to say I know what’s best for you but hey I’m your friend and I want to look out for you.”

“How are they not good for me?” Peter asks. This causes some heat to build up in MJ - it’s her envy, her jealousy, and yes, her pettiness.

“Because they don’t like you for you!” MJ spat.

“They don’t?” Peter repeated.

“No! Peter, ever since you went shirtless you’ve had dozens and dozens of admirers come up to you! They didn’t notice you before they noticed you were chiseled and shredded and buff!” MJ flustered, starting to lose her temper. “They don’t know the sweet side of you, or the fact that your favorite breakfast is eggo waffles with lots of syrup and butter, two eggs, some fatty pieces of bacon, and a glass of milk. They don’t know that you can name a voice actor of an incidental character from Star Wars: The Clone Wars even though they only appeared in one episode. They don’t know that you say ‘thank you so much’ every time a server at a restaurant so much as blinks at you. They don’t know that you always check up on my latest poetry even though it’s probably boring as shit to the uninitiated. They don’t know that you’re this adorably sweet, awkward dork who’s smarter than me, and they certainly didn’t want you years before they saw you without a shirt on, let alone years before you suddenly gained 40 lbs of muscle overnight!”

“MJ...” Peter is looking at MJ in utter astonishment. It makes MJ’s lip quiver as she shuts her eyes, clenches her fist, and groans.

“They didn’t want you before they knew you were shredded,” MJ grumbled quietly.

“But MJ, I-“

“But I did.”

Peter stares as MJ is starting to shake in front of him, unable to open her eyes and look at him. She sniffles. “That’s why I wanted to warn you about them. Okay?”

“MJ,” Peter says, “can I... touch you?”

When MJ jerkily nods, he comes up to her and puts his hands on her shoulders, which practically melt like butter in a microwave to the touch.

“MJ, can you look at me?” Peter asks.

MJ inhales sharply before forcing her eyes to look at him. Again, that look of utter astonishment in his warm, lovely eyes is killing her.

“I wasn’t going to ask anybody to the dance... I was going to ask someone really special to the dance. I’m asking you to the dance, MJ.”

MJ’s heart stops as she stares at Peter blankly. She’d call it a joke, but Peter is so honest and sincere, she has no grounds whatsoever to call it that.

“Me?” MJ repeats.

“I want to,” Peter nods, “but I wanna leave early so we can go home, hang out, and you can finish those last stanzas you’ve been working on since last week.”

Oh, that was a low blow, MJ thinks.

“I’d like that I guess,” MJ says quietly, the “I guess” being her flimsy attempt at brushing him off as usual and being totally untrue.

They stand there smiling at each other like idiots. “So,” Peter says, “how do we go to the dance?”

Shit! MJ thinks. “Oh well-I-I’d better get a dress or something and you’d better go get a suit and a tie and - shit we’d better go, the dance is in a few days-“

“Right!” Peter yelps as the sudden panic races in, and its last minute homecoming with Liz all over again.

“So um hey,” MJ says before she runs off, “We can talk about this tonight? About... us?”

“Us,” Peter repeats, beaming. “Yeah. Let’s just go get some good clothes, then we can talk about us.”

Peter rubs the back of his head, still smiling. “Just so we’re clear I... I like you too, MJ.”

MJ feels faint.

“Me too?” She asks happily... and then she pecks Peter on the cheek because his cheek looks cute. “Bye,” MJ says with a last smile before racing off.

“Bye,” Peter says happily as he does the same.

Everything felt new for MJ as she took off. Her feet felt faster. Her limbs seemed to pump harder. And her face was already aching from smiling so much.

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

Hydrangea - Chapter 1

The home was large and imposing. Located on the second largest island, in the Stockholm archipelago, it was connected to Stockholm by a bridge, which meant it was in the perfect location to quickly reach the rest of civilization whenever the moment was required -- but was enough out of the way that I didn't have to be bothered by anyone. The quiet location of the home allowed me the peace and privacy recent events, had made so valuable.

Upon stepping inside, I noted the dust that covered every single surface within the home; and on the kitchen table -- sat a magazine from six years ago. It had been a while since anyone used this place. It had been in our family for several generations, and although it was grand and beautiful in the summer, it was a hard place to live in the winter. Just heating it, was a small fortune, especially considering it had no protection or barriers to help shield it from the ferocious frozen winds, that relentlessly lasted the coldest months of an already savage cold.

 My tiny Pomeranian, Max, took a moment to sniff around. He was as fearless as he was adorable, and I could only pray that he managed to stay out of trouble. Max was my loyal little man, and when i was at my lowest, he really helped me keep going. I had given up on myself, but I couldnt let my little Max down. I leaned down and gave him a quick back rub, before he trotted off to sniff around some more. I could only imagine the sensory overload all this was to a little city dog, that now had an entire new world to investigate.

I walked around the house, going from room to room, opening up windows to let in the fresh air. I peeked over at my neighbors house, and was pleased to see people were there.

Back when I was growing up, I would come here every summer, without fail. During that time, I had managed to develop amazing friendships with the children who had lived next door -- Bill and Eija Skarsgard. Bill was the tall and lanky boy who would always have scrapes and bruises, and absolutely zero fear whatsoever. Eija, was just as bold as her older brother. She never failed to be confident in any situation -- even when I was hesitant about something. In fact, if I tried to chicken out, or god forbid, not even try, she always found a way to change my mind. I was a naturally timid child, but they would have none of it. There were 3 older brothers, and although theyd often humor us, they were too old to play our silly games of pretend.  But looking back on the events that led me here, I couldn't help but wish I’d stayed that sweet timid girl, that cried when i caught a fish, because id made its mouth bleed. Being fearless and passionate hadnt gone well for me.

These days, from what I'd seen online and read about in articles, it seemed that almost all of the Skarsgard brothers were actors. I remembered the father was some sort of artistic type, and was shocked his sons had followed suit, all but one of them, got so embarrassed by his unapologetic nudity. The boys I grew up playing "make believe" with as children, were now critically acclaimed actors. Not only that but beautiful ones at that! Bill had grown into quite the looker. He was handsome by anyone's standards,  with his rich and dark brown hair, sinful full lips, chiseled facial features and penetrating green eyes. Looking at him in magazines, it was mind-blowing that this was the same boy that helped me build dams out of stones, or dig in the dirt for hours. I was sorry I'd lost touch with them but was too shy to reach out to them now that they were famous. That wasn't why I missed them, although I'm sure that's what they'd think. I hoped that the fame hadn't gone to their heads and that they were still the friendly, free-spirited family that I had always remembered them to be before I couldn't find the time to come back to this place.

When you're a teenager, you don't want to escape the rat race; you want to be in the thick of it. I was by no means a party girl, but I did enjoy an active social life in my teens, and all through college. I was obsessed with getting good grades and was a bit of an overachiever, so I kept myself busy. I was always aloof with boys because frankly, they all seemed more trouble than they were worth. I had high standards and was of the mindset that I would rather be alone than settle for someone perfect for me. Then I met Adam.

Adam appeared perfect, at least at the surface. He was naturally athletic and tall, attractive by conventional standards; and very funny -- as well as charismatic and successful. He honestly had it all, or so I thought. People, myself included, were instinctively drawn in by him. Adam could always be counted upon for a good time with a great story. He was your typical all-american boy next door that you wanted to do bad things with. It’d actually flattered me, when he took an interest in me, and tirelessly pursued me.

If I had to describe myself, physically, I was fortunate enough to be naturally conventionally attractive as well. However, I had a standoffish vibe. In my defense, resting bitch face is a thing that can’t be fixed for some people, but with every cloud, there's a silver lining. Especially since it's saved me from numerous creeps approaching me, and at least gave me the illusion that I blended in, and didn't draw much notice.  I HATED being the center of attention. On a Friday night, you're more likely to find me at home curled up on my couch engrossed in a good novel -- rather than dealing with strangers and drunk people.

I had a very secure career as a  business analyst, for a big utility company; so I was not the person you ever wanted to see. I analyzed our various departments and employees, to always be sure, we work at our most financial efficiency, and if I did come to see you, it wasn’t because to give you a high five. As long as I kept us out of the red, and looked professional and clean, they really couldn't have cared less about aging or being fashionable.

As time progressed within our relationship, I thought nothing of it when Adam got a new assistant at work named Alexis. Alexis had a lovely face and Victoria's Secret body. She was slender, and never appeared to have a single strand of hair out of place. A few friends made comments, but I defended her, annoyed people only looked at her superficially, and didn't take her seriously. I had suffered this same plight, my entire life, so I refused to acknowledge her beauty as anything suspicious. She was brilliant and tenacious, and her organizational skills were spectacular, and coming from me, that's quite a compliment.  She also knew a lot about healthy eating habits and managed to share diet and exercise tips with Adam when he started to find it difficult to fit in some of his suits. I thought it was sweet of him to make a new friend, and treat her like a peer and looking back, I want to choke myself.  I was, quite frankly, the most naive, trusting idiot on the planet.

It started simply; she would occasionally "forget" to give him some messages from me and once in a while laughing a little too much at one of his jokes that just wasn't as funny, or always would touch his arm or back or shoulder. Honestly, it was a tint bit annoying, but he had always been a handsome, charming guy, that made people feel comfortable. She wasn't the first one to be a bit too familiar, but at the end of the day, he loved me and wanted to marry me. I had no reason to not trust him because of her actions. If I'm honest, I probably should confess I am a bit of a reclusive type and am not very attentive or needy. Alone time is right up there with oxygen, for me, so I have to trust completely, or I’ll drive myself nuts.

If I’d paid closer attention, id have questioned why he started staying later and later at the office. I just assumed he was taking on more cases, that he had gained from all the free publicity when he had represented a notorious South American cartel crime lords son, and saved him from what was thought to be a certain a guaranteed death sentence. He’d still received a life sentence, but considering the 74 crimes had been guilty of, that was damn near a miracle! So, I didn’t mind when he had to cancel several dates with me. In fact, I was proud of him for getting more work, rising in the ranks of the legal hierarchy as well. Then there was his sudden disinterest in looking at houses with me. One of the most significant conflicts in our relationship had always been that I refused to move in together until we were married. Since we were going to be getting married at the end of summer, he had been foaming at the mouth to pick out our future home, but now it was like he planned on buying a house after we were married. I didn't let it bother me though, I figured that because of his busy work schedule, it would just be easier for me to take photos of the houses for him, and put them all in an online portfolio for him to review at his convenience. I even went as far as completely buying his bullshit excuse of "needing something to hold back his hair out of his eyes, while he was at the gym" when I found a woman's hair tye in his fucking bathroom. (Believe me, if I could go back and slap the shit out of myself --) :

It wasn’t until I received a call from my gynecologist with the results from my yearly pap smear -- that I was doused in the cold hard reality of what was going on. I had chlamydia, and quite frankly -- I wanted to cut his manhood off and make him eat it, I was so mad. I stormed into his office and burst through the doors dramatically slamming the test results on his desk in front of him. And you want to know the embarrassing part? I still didn't think it was Alexis.

“What dirty ass whore, have you been sticking your dick in? Who was worth throwing us away, because its fucking over.” I said menacingly enough, he scooted back a bit.

“I dont think you should talk about her like she cant hear you, for fucks sake,” he said looking over at Alexis who continued to work quietly and avoid eye contact with me; almost pretending as if nothing were wrong and she could not in fact hear me.

I was at a complete loss. I stood there with my mouth agape, trying to process this information, and when I could feel the lump in my throat rise, and the tears threatened to fall, I turned on my heel and left, without saying another word.

Looking back, I should have noticed several signs that something was amiss.

About six months ago, he became very concerned with his appearance; hitting the gym, eating healthy, buying anti-aging products, investing in several expensive wardrobe pieces, getting a new hairstyle. I had found it funny that at 30 years old, he was having a mid-life crisis. I’d tease him about it a little bit, and he’d just roll his eyes and say he wasn’t a natural stunner like me.

I’ve always been very low maintenance, but that’s because my body knows it has to keep it together because I’m not doing a bunch of crazy stuff to stay young. I’m totally fine with gray hairs, wrinkles and wearing my Juicy tracksuits that haven’t been in style, for a decade. There were better odds that I’d get superpowers than I’d get Botox.

I had been so blind. Such a fool.

When Adam came by my home to pick up his possessions he’d left there over the years, she came along and even had the audacity to come inside with him. She had this smug look on her face, and kept whispering to Adam and giggling. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me but was a lady dammit... I held it together until they finally left, and as I closed the door and locked it behind them, I pressed my forehead to the door, willing myself to stay strong, but my legs got so weak, and the air felt like it’d been knocked out of me. And I suddenly felt far too heavy to stand. I crumpled to the floor, and curled myself into the fetal position, and cried like I, ve never cried in my entire life. Hysterical, slobberyface, sobbing with boogers, till my throat and diaphragm hurt, and then I cried some more.

My heart was broken. I felt like my life was over, and my chance at happiness had left with him. I sunk into a pretty deep depression and stopped cleaning the house and speaking to anyone outside of work. If it hadn't been for my loyalty to Max, I don't know if I would of left my house. I had to take care of Max tho, so I pressed on although I was a shell of my old self.

I’d torture myself looking at their social media accounts, with all their cute little pictures and sappy comments. I’d never been one to post 1000 pictures of my life or write to my boyfriend. I saw every day, professions of my love for all the world to see. I updated my Instagram maybe once a month, unlike Alexis, who seemed to update hers about once an hour. It was disgusting.

That’s how I saw the hydrangea bushes.

I always loved hydrangeas and had asked Adam if I could plant some at his office, and he’d always said they were too problematic. I’m an analyst, so rather than argue, I gathered various varieties and strains, what their strengths and weaknesses were, what colors were offered, how often they bloomed and what was required to keep them alive. I had presented Adam with the top 3 hydrangea candidates in folders that were the color they’d bloom to be, and was rather pleased with myself. He’d been busy at the time and handed the folders off to Alexis, promising to look them over later. I asked him a few times if he’d gotten a chance to look them over and he’d get annoyed, so I just let it go.

Now I was sitting here, seething with rage, looking at Alexis, posing next to a sizeable Bloomstruck hydrangea bush holding my motherfucking folder.

I don’t know what came over me, but I had to destroy that bush.: I stayed up all night, figuring out the best strategy. Finally, I decided to go by his office before sunrise, since no one would be around, for me to douse said bush in lighter fluid and walk away to let it soak in. Eventually, once they had arrived at the office a little bit later, I would wait for them to all be inside and then casually stroll on by and toss a lit match in the bush.

 Burn baby, burn! 

His office building was made out of bricks and the flowering bed was also encased in bricks; there was no risk of it getting out of control.

I jogged by, splashing the contents all over the bush, and then crossed the street to the parking garage, where I took the stairs up to the sixth floor, where I could see them arrive without being seen. People never look up.

It didn't take long before I saw Adam’s shiny black Mercedes pull into his reserved parking space, and imagine my surprise when Alexis got out the passenger side. I guess he was giving her rides to work now too, or maybe they even lived together. Frankly, I didn't care, but they were not getting happily ever after, with my favorite fucking flowers!

They kissed and held hands, in front of God and everybody. It was repulsive and so unprofessional. He pulled her into a deep kiss and then went inside, leaving her outside. What was she doing? I bet she was going to take some fucking selfies. She walked over to MY bush, digging in her purse. More pictures with the bush, but when she pulled something out of her purse, my stomach dropped. In her hand, she had a cigarette and a lighter. She tried to light her cigarette, but it was a windy day. Thank God, I breathed a sigh of relief until she huddled down into the bush, using it to block the wind and lit her cigarette. I'm not exaggerating when I say; she quite literally burst into flames.

 I watched in horror, as she ran around flailing her arms and screaming completely engulfed in flames. Then I turned around, and I ran as fast and as far as my legs would take me in the opposite direction.

I want to give a huge thank you for helping me with editing @imaginationlane. She is such a good writer, and she took the time to help point me in the right direction and I'm very thankful. I actually edited something!!!! Yeah!!!

If I should keep going, like or comment or reblog. I welcome any comments, good or bad.

#bill skarsgard #billy skarsgard #fanfic #establishing story #hydrangea #fan fiction #multiple parts #my writing

[shadowsnlace]

Hahaha, I loved your answer to the fandom asks! May I have a part 2? The same thing, but with the lieutenants? Thanks, hun! Happy writing! Sincerely, Happy Anon

I can’t believe how popular that ask was! And it was so much fun to write! Thank you for send that and this one too, dear Happy Anon! *rubs hands together* Now, let’s see about the lieutenants! :)

Nanao - Annoyed. Very annoyed. Not only does she have to contend with Shunsui’s fangirls zipping around the division, now she’s got them hot on her heels too! The power of the glare is strong with Nanao, she can halt a fan in their tracks at ten paces. Most of the pictures on her website are “the glare”. It’s a whole thing, there are poems, songs, and art dedicated to it. However, Nanao does go on the website to interact with her fans – those that are book lovers like her. There is a section for Nanao’s book recommendations, and even a book club  forum where her fans can read the same book she’s reading and once she’s done they all discuss it. She loves it.

Omaeda - His website has 11 followers. Ten of them are on his payroll, the other one is a complete mystery. Rumors fly that the one unpaid “fan” is really Sui Feng monitoring him; that it is a woman that has her sights set on his wealth and is gathering recon to lure him into marriage (this one started by Omaeda); and the biggest rumor, the one spawned by Sui Feng scoffing, “It’s probably his mother.” The content is all uploaded by Omaeda. There was the one time his mother posted embarrassing baby pictures in the comment section of one of his posts. They were immediately deleted. He buried himself in fried rice crackers to deal with the “trauma”.

Izuru - Is shocked to his toes. Upon first seeing his fansite, he not only smiled, but he was happy the rest of the day. He always blushes a bit when fans ask for him to pose with them for pictures. Surprise of surprises, Izuru always smiles in all the pictures. So many fangirls – those blue eyes, that blonde hair, that tender poet’s soul…women swoon over him. Once a week he posts a new poem and his fans are all over it. The amount of hearts that stream through the comments is staggering. Trolls are not allowed. Anyone that dares to troll one of Izuru’s poems is destroyed by the fans like it’s their favorite sport. Rose is trying to convince him to do a “Win a Date With Izuru” contest like he did on his fansite. 

Isane - Like Izuru, she’s really shocked. She turns bright pink when she first sees the fansite and how much adoration there is for her. Retsu encourages her to interact with her fans, hoping it will bolster her confidence. Fan pictures are a mix – many show a startled, pink-cheeked Isane looking a bit unsettled, while others are able to make her comfortable enough to smile happily. Either way, she’s still quite the beauty. The new attention rattles her sometimes, especially if someone very attractive tells her how beautiful she is. So much so, she tripped on air and landed right in the arms of a very cute officer from the 5th division. This led to a date and a rather hot kiss goodnight. Isane definitely thinks this website might be a good thing after all.

Momo - Is pretty tickled that she has fans. She’s pretty easy-going so asking her for a picture or having some interaction with her isn’t a hard thing to accomplish. Like Nanao, she loves books and has linked to Nanao’s book club forum where her and her fans interact with Nanao and her fans. She has her own reading recommendation list on the site. As a very good artist, she often posts some of her artwork, much to the delight of her fans. She loves getting art from her fans too. She’ll pick a piece of fan art every week to showcase on her fansite with compliments from her. Is really into memes. She loves them especially if they’re cute. Rangiku always manages to post at least one or two a week aimed as Toshiro. Momo loves them.

Renji - Has mixed feelings about it all. While he’s flattered by the attention, he’s also a little awkward about it. He’s not accustomed to being in the public eye and looks to Byakuya for clues how to handle the fame. Along with his close friends, Ikkaku, Shuhei, and Izuru, Renji has a constant swarm of fangirls that follow him everywhere – to work, to meals, to futsal. And, I do mean everywhere – one fan snuck into Renji’s bathroom while he was soaking in the tub. She was trying to get a picture of his famous tattoos, to see if he really has them everywhere. Renji’s angry snarl scared her so bad she dropped her camera and ran like he’d set his bankai on her. Byakuya had some questions about why a young lady was seen running from his bathroom, screaming. And, before you ask, yes, there are some die-hard fans that have gotten tattoos just like their beloved Renji. He visits his fansite once or twice a week to check in. He’s an active guy, busy with work, friends, and his own interests, but he drops in if he’s bored just to see what’s going on.

Tetsuzaemon - Boasts that of course he’s got fans, how could he not, being such a manly man and all. On the inside is secretly thrilled, now he has confirmation that he’s all that and a bottle of sake. If you thought his ego was swelled before, it’s about to pop any minute now. He brags about all the followers he has. (He knows the exact number and always double checks before meeting up with friends anywhere) Ikkaku likes to razz him by photo bombing his fan pictures. It irks Tetsuzaemon to no end when he’s taking a picture with a cute girl and here comes Ikkaku’s gnarly feet or bald head. Drives him nuts. On the fansite he interacts with his fans as much as he can, which is a few times a week when he’s not busy with work. He’s very genuine and rather humble when talking with fans. Has been carrying on a very heated private online affair with a mystery lady who really gets his motor running during their conversations and with her sweet nature. He really hopes he’s not being catfished. 

Shuhei - Turned about 5 different shades of pink when he first saw his fansite. The women – oh my god, the women that want him is on par with Kensei’s following. The fan pictures are so focused on his scar, his tattoo, his physique, and his style it’s mind-boggling. He can’t believe the things these women are saying they want to do to him. He has to be really careful where he reads comments or fan mail, hard ons at work are not only awkward, they’re distracting. He tries his best to be approachable and easy-going, but a lot of his lady followers are just as shy as he is so he gets a lot of pink-faced ladies stammering, stuttering, or talking so fast he can’t understand them. The minute that deep, rumbly timbre of his makes an appearance, it’s time to faint or melt on the spot for the fangirls. Is sometimes overwhelmed by it all, but manages to get along just fine. He’s a sweet guy and does his best not to hurt anyone’s feelings. 

Rangiku - Are you kidding me? She has taken to this like a duck to water. She is in her element – attention galore. She loves it. And, she loves going to all the other lieutenants’ fansites to post memes about them. She’s got quite a sense of humor and an eye for details. Don’t let the laziness fool you, she’s far from it, she just doesn’t like paperwork and part of her likes getting Toshiro all fussy. She is rather dedicated to her fansite and making people feel welcome there. They all love her and post pictures, art, poetry, songs, and even fashion stuff that would look good on her with where to find it. She made a whole section dedicated to her fans called “Drinks with Rangiku” and it’s all pictures of fans having a drink with her. She nearly crashed the server from all the pictures that have been uploaded. 

Yachiru - Is pretty nonchalant about her fansite. It is dedicated to her power of cute. Most pictures include some part of Kenpachi since she’s with him so much, Someone even managed to get a picture of her on her scooter in the Kuchiki mansion. The main benefit for her is that her fans keep her heavily supplied with candy. They leave offerings for her at Kenpachi’s door where she gathers them up everyday when they come home. Once in a while, though, she’ll go visit Ikkaku’s website to upload pictures of his bald head that she’s captured to look like a lamp, or the setting sun, or a smeared selfie of her biting his head. She posts them on her website too because she knows Ikkaku will delete them from his.

Ikkaku - He’s the tough guy, nothing fazes him, especially not some website. Yumichika is the one that reads everything to him. He scoffs that he’s not interested, but he still listens to every word and looks at every picture. He doesn’t mind the pictures, or the fan art. But, like Kenpachi, he really likes the videos of his fights. Those he will sit and watch for hours, looking for flaws in his technique, studying his opponents. He’ll hog the laptop until the battery dies and then has to deal with Yumichika being pissy because he didn’t get to use it. Likes to scare the group of fangirls that follow him around just to hear them squeal. He finds it hilarious. They’re all used to it now and often play it up for him. He gets Yumichika to do a daily sweep of any of Yachiru’s silly pictures. He’s not embarrassed (yeah, right), but he’s got his pride.

Nemu - Not much reaction. She sets to work gathering all kinds of statistical information from the fansite, like how many fans to picture ratios, how many memes, how many pictures are in the lab and out of the lab. You name it, she can quote you a statistic about it. She hides the information from Mayuri, knowing he will react much like he did for his own fansite. She’s very willing to pose for fan pictures. While she doesn’t smile, she doesn’t look interested and kind. She secretly talks online with her fans and has begun to grow close to a few. She’s tentatively open with her new friends and finding a bit of emotional freedom she doesn’t often get around Mayuri.

Akon - Mr. Laid-back-as-fuck checks in on his fansite during breaks at work and sometimes in the evening if he’s bored. Numerous pictures of him are all over the site. There are lots of discussions about his horns: where they came from, are they sensitive, how sexy they are. He gets lots of chuckles and lets them all stew in the mystery. Most of the fan pictures show him smoking because they always seem to catch right after he lights up. Has more than one rather ardent fan. He knows when they’re watching, stealing little mementos of things he’s discarded, one even went so far as to steal some lab notes he’d written and then threw away. She auctioned them off to other fans after keeping some for herself. Akon is, as always, very calm in the midst of it all. His fans are, for the most part, pretty laid-back too. He enjoys the fan art, and the ones that ask science questions. 

Rukia - Loves her fansite. There are bunnies galore. Her fans know her love for bunnies and use an app to make bunny features on their faces: ears, whiskers, nose, and mouth. Rukia even posts pictures of herself all ‘bunnied up’. There is fan art that she loves because she knows how much her brother admires art. She tries her hand at it too. It’s still crap, but her fans love it and call it a great example of expressionism. As long as she’s not working, she’s happy to stop and take pictures with fans or chit-chat for a bit. Everyone is really nice which is a welcome change from the stuffy Kuchiki brood she’s exposed to all the time. (Byakuya has loosened up a lot, but the rest of them are still stodgy old farts.) One of her fans created an “Angry Bunnies” game a lot like “Angry Birds”. It features Rukia hurling bunnies to take down snakes and monkeys. She loves it. Renji thinks its silly but still plays it just to try to beat her high score. 

#Bleach #bleach headcannons #Lieutenants #Lieutenants react to fansites about them #sfw

[in-a-most-auspicious-manner]

"A Mere 25 Cents"

Part 1

Canon Era Mush x female!reader

(My very first fanfic )

"She just had these eyes, y'know? And her smile? Wow. I see her every day but I just can't do anythin' to talk to 'er. Sometimes she buys a pape now an' then for her dad and I turn so red and flustuh'd that I almost drop 'em all. Papes I mean. I see pretty girls all the time but this one.. She's different."

My heart beats fast as I turn quickly away from the fence not hearing the other newsboy’s answer. On the other side were two newsboys talking about their day by the old deli. I turn the other corner and walk hastily toward my father's office. I feel bad for listening in on his conversation. Him, being "MY newsie", as I like to call him in my head. There's no doubt what he was saying was about me. It's been more than a month since father and I have moved to lower Manhattan, New York for Father's job. And it's also been more than a month that I've been taking the long way to get to Father's office just so that I can see "him". Mush. Yes, his name is silly but I find it somewhat adorable. The first day, father and I rode in on the carriage to our new house, I saw him. He noticed me almost immediately as I looked out the carriage window and I pretended not to see.

Mush isn't the only one who gets flustered and blushes. I have the same problem and each time I went to buy a newspaper I willed myself to not embarrass either one of us and I never stayed to talk. Luckily, however, on the first time I bought a paper from him, he introduced himself not one bit bashfully but so confidently that he could have sold a newspaper to someone who couldn't read. I like him more and more each time I see him. Those deep beautiful eyes that would glance at me when he thought I didn't see. That smile he would show to every passerby that he tried to sell a newspaper to. He seems to like my eyes and smile too.

I enter the office building as I do every day to fetch Father for dinner, wave as I pass Johnny, his assistant, walk up the flight of stairs, and smooth my dress before I go inside Father's office. His office is well-lit with a view of New York’s streets. On his desk he has a photograph of me and him the day before we moved here and a vase of flowers that I replace every now and then with flowers from our garden. He looks up from his typewriter.

"Once again, you're late, missy. Punctuality is the key to success. And by the looks of it, you will not be successful in life. Don't let it happen again."

He holds his stern look for a mere two seconds before the smile (that I expected) crept on his face. He's always played this game since before I can remember. He would pretend to be angry every time I came late but he could never keep a stern face for too long. My father wasn't very good at acting.

"You're getting better at it, Father. I actually believed you this time"

This was the same answer I'd give to him every day.

He smiled at me and got up from his chair.

"You coming means it's quitting time for me."

"Come along then, Maisey said she was making chicken pudding tonight."

Maisey was our cook who never ceased to make the best and most delicious meals.

At hearing about the meal, Father's stomach growled and we both laughed as we exited into the cool autumn air.

-

That night, I thought about what Mush said. I smile each time I think about him and I decide that I'm going to talk to him. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day that I muster enough courage to talk to him. I spend the rest of the night fantasizing scenarios of what might happen tomorrow before I fall asleep.

The next day I set off earlier in the evening so Father won't have to play “the game” with me. I take the long way as I do every evening, passing the shops and restaurants bustling with people getting last minute supplies for dinner or enjoying dinner already. I stop and pretend to rummage through my purse, but really I'm carefully eyeing the street looking for Mush. Then I see him. He's wearing his newsboy cap at an odd angle and his clothes are clean but a bit torn and ragged here and there. Even though it's still the beginning of the evening, he looks tired and worn. Under his arm are about 15 newspapers, I suspect today hasn't been a good selling day for him.

I take a deep breath and walk up to him. He glances up and when he realizes who I am his eyes widen, his cheeks redden, and he hesitates to speak. It quickly passes and he grins at me, adjusting his hat.

“Evenin’ miss, may I interest you in today's newspaper?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you”

He hands me a newspaper and I give him a penny in return. I tuck the newspaper under my arm. It's now or never.

“Your name is Mush, correct?”

He looks surprised and nods. I wonder if I should've said that and panic rises in me quickly.

“My name is (y/n). Nice to meet you.” I extend my hand to shake. He bows and kisses my hand instead of shaking it.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss (y/n).”

I blush so much, I'm afraid I may look like a red fire truck. He smiles at me and my heart pounds so hard in my chest, I think he can probably hear it.

“It would also be my pleasure, if you would like, to deliver the newspaper to you personally.” he says.

It's my turn to smile.

“I think I'll come here to you and come get it instead, but thank you” I answer.

He grins again and raises an eyebrow.

“Well then the best part of my day will be having a lovely girl such as you buy a paper from me”

I fight back the urge to blush again.

“You're flattering me,” I laugh

“My intentions exactly” he says bowing again

“It's been wonderful talking to you,” I say beaming at him, “but I really must be going.”

I step backwards onto the street as he answers.

“See you tomorrow then Miss (y/n)?”

Suddenly the smile slinks off his face. He's looking at something behind me. I turn around and my heart nearly stops. A horse drawn carriage is coming right at me in full speed. Panic flashes in the horses’ eyes as they see me. It's too late for me to react and I fear this is it for me.

Suddenly I feel a strong grip on my arm and a force pulls me out of the way. I hear the horses’ hooves thundering by as the driver yells an expletive at me. Mush and I fall into a puddle of mud nearby, both of us breathing hard as we land. We half sit, half lay there in shocked silence. He notices he still has my arm in his hand and quickly but gently releases it.

“I'm so, so sorry,” I stammer, “you didn't have to do that”

We both stand up. I try in vain to clean my muddied dress and petticoat with my hands. Then I see that most of his papers have been soiled by the mud as well. I get my surprisingly still clean purse out of my pocket. I take his hand, place a shiny new quarter in it and enclose his fingers around it, then I take the dirtied papers. He gawks at me for a second.

“No, no, (y/n). You don't have to..”

“Yes I do. You saved me from getting trampled, I owe you more than a mere twenty five cents,” I answer.

He smiles at me, my heart melts and before I stop and think, I kiss him gently on his cheek. I don't wait for a reaction, I gather up my dress and run home.

I'm careful as I enter the house, making sure no servants see me with my soiled dress and shoes. I bathe as quick as I can and change into a new clean dress. Then I take the quicker way to Father's office.

-inamostauspiciousmanner

Here's Part 2

#newsies hc #newsies live #newsies #newsies fanfiction #mush nick masson #jack kelly #davey jacobs #inamostauspiciousmanner #amy writes

[phoena12]

Bring Forth The Sweet Memories Of Old

so just real quick for any that have read my fanfiction, this is something i’ve been working on for a while and thought id share on here!

(you can read the first two chapters here-http://archiveofourown.org/works/11850006/chapters/26752914 

also @omsrandom and @scipunk63 i said id be coming for you via angst, best prepare yourselves fufufu~~

Journal For A Devil ch3

 The studio sits silent, the cries of the prophet having died down to small, harsh whispers falling predator upon the crisp music sheets marked in ritualistic hymns, the slaps and thuds of heavy ink making their way down the decrepit halls, leaving the odd splotch on the walls or flooring, had now disappeared into the gloom of the place. The odd creak of the building could be heard on the occasion, as the foundation shifted or the cries from down below had reached the top floor but, those were best left for another day.

 Our star peers his void optics up from the journal, taking more of the room in. true, the place was rather well organised and clean considering the state the rest of the studio was in, aside from a broken chair with two of its legs missing and the reoccurring theme of ink stains on all the walls and flooring, the room was well looked after. It surprised the demon that Sammy had even managed to retain any memories of Susie after what he had become or maybe, it was just a blind obligation to his lost loved one. How bittersweet, considering the raving lunatic hated the angel down below.

 From what bendy could remember Susie had been quite a conundrum, very loud and bright and full of joy. And so very full of noise. At least, that’s what his other memories told him. He never much cared for the woman, toon or otherwise. And Alice had been no different, sweet and endearing, entrancing all who had come to watch her. It was funny to think how much she lied.

 The two were taken and torn from themselves that day, crawling from the screaming depths the ink machine had spat out, to become a new and horrifying being hell bent on becoming whole and perfect again. A futile endeavour he had thought, no being could become like themselves once entering this place. They were all living evidence of that. Alice was no longer Alice and Susie no longer Susie and neither were the angels they had been, rent from heaven by the cruel hands of Joey Drew. Bendy shuddered, or rippled in his case, reverting his covered gaze to the journal once more. He could no longer hear the ravenous cries of Sammy at having discovered his lord and saviour had visited the old music room. He was probably busy finding some use for the ink that had spilled from Bendy’s form in his haste to depart. You can only spend so many years listening to Sammy’s religious ravings before going a bit nuts yourself and bendy had far more important matters than lacerating his body to inky pieces. Journal still in hand, he flicks through a couple of pages, passing the entries on how Henry’s livelihood went after leaving the company. It doesn’t take long for him to find an interesting entry though, the pages coming to a stop at the day henry joined the studio.

 ~~0~~

 January 2nd 1930

 Today has been a hitch, I finally got a reply to one of my applications! It’s at that small studio on the edge of town, Joey Drew studios, or well, technically it’s called silly vision studios but I guess was originally named after the owner himself. The job itself is as an animator at the studio, looks like things’ll be turning sunny soon enough for me!

  The interview had gone surprisingly well, Mr Drew asked me the standard questions of why I wanted to join and whatnot and when the question of what my previous job was I was able to lie and say it was at some press company. I was pretty sure I was sweating at that point but Mr Drew kept a jovial smile and we continued on.

I was also asked to demonstrate my drawing skills and draw the main character, Bendy, which caught me off guard but I’m never one to back down from a challenge. Mr Drew had gone quiet at this point clearly analysing my skills, it was kinda stressful but as I etched each  line into the paper I began to calm, drawing has always been therapeutic for me and drawing this charming little guy was kinda fun . After having finished the drawing I was heavily praised for the work, receiving compliment after compliment, and a few critiques which was to be expected, but flattering nonetheless! As I listened to Mr Drew praise my drawing I concluded that the man was rather friendly and hospitable, he’s definitely passionate about his cartoon that’s for sure, going on about all the ideas he had for the show and saying he had big plans in store.

  It’s nice to see someone with the same drive as me.

 The interview ended with him shaking my hand and welcoming me to the studio with a big grin akin to the little toon. I didn’t know how to react at first, standing there with my jaw almost hitting the floor (I must’ve looked so shocked!), I mean he just gave me my dream job right on the spot! He gave me a slight slap to the back, his hand remaining there as he ushered me out of the room and further into the studio, saying that if I were to start working here it was only right he give me a tour of the place.

 The studio itself was pretty old, if the dust and cobwebs were anything to go by and it didn’t seem to matter where you stepped, the floorboards creaked if you put even the smallest of weight on them, it was pretty magical actually, like being in a dream. The tour began with walking throughout the halls and entering through different doors into another hallway (the place is like a maze!) until we reached the animation department, which mostly consisted of an old wooden desk and a chair in  front, all tucked away into a little corner. A little odd and reminded me of the small, cramped space I had back at the Pym offices but Mr Drew had said it was so the animators could focus more on their work than on their surroundings or colleagues. I suppose he has a point.

 The next room we stopped at was the break room. It had dim lighting but was well furnished with; chairs, a table which had some cards splayed out on the wooden surface, a rather comfy looking couch with a few stray ink splotches and finally, a small black stove braced against the wall. Mr Drew said that a lot of the employees sometimes stayed to work overnight, especially when a deadline was coming up, and so he had the stove installed so that the workers could eat a proper meal before heading back to work. “It’s important to stay healthy whilst you work and I wouldn’t want any of my colleagues to feel low on energy!” Mr Drew had said, a cheery and noble tune to his voice, this guy really is something else. Mr Drew made his way back up the steep wooden steps we had descended into the room, cheeringly talking about the cartoon and the next department we were to visit. I took one last look around the room, the scent of bacon wafting in my nose, the small dust motes that fell from the ceiling and the array of promotional posters adorned along the walls, each stating the title of the episode with a drawing of Bendy on some adventure. It was cute, more homely than anything and I would’ve liked to spend more time taking it all in but Mr Drew had ascended the steps and was calling my name. Apparently Mr Drew had to have a short talk to the music director and he thought he might as well bring me along to make an introduction but that the music director (Sammy I believe he had called him) wasn’t much for patience with other people and that we might make haste.

 ~~0~~

 Bendy’s eyes roamed over the crinkled page, small huffs rising in anger as he reads more on his creator, an occasional growl clawing its way up his throat, trying to ward off any terrors that the words may invoke. Joey was always a conniving and manipulative guy in the background, his honeyed words and false smile a mask to fool those he suckered into working for him. Sweet sayings to make you think he was pure of heart, hah! The man was foul and grotesque and deserved to rot. Bendy shivers, unwanted memories making a hum beneath his ink. Soft, breathy calls from the past, trying to lure him into madness again. He wouldn’t go back, not yet. He wouldn’t listen to that other mind, the being only whispering mad things and lies. No, he resolves to keep reading, ignoring the mellow hums of angered cries. Just for a little a longer.

 ~~0~~

 The walk to the music department was short and peaceful, occasionally stopping to introduce myself to passing employees. Mr Drew keept a languid pace, odd seeing as he had said the director didn’t like to be kept waiting. I inquire as to our slow pace and the directors lack of patience, Mr Drew replies with a jovial “it’s always fun to make Sammy wait, consider it revenge”. That had me a little worried.

 “Revenge for what?” I had cautiously inquired, perhaps the two didn’t have a great relationship and were using me as a catalyst for their feud. I would like to hope not.

 “hmm, well you see, Sammy has a bad habit of being rather snappy towards people, so this is just a small revenge you see?” again, replying with that same jovial tone, the odd undertone of malice flickering in and out, though his posture remains the same. Stood tall and relaxed, shoulders slightly slacking and a small smile present on his face. His eyes distant as if in thought. I should make a note not to get on Mr Drew’s bad side, he seemed to take great pleasure in the upcoming argument. I simply nod my understanding and continued walking.

 “And besides” he had begun “Sammy always plays best when he thinks he’s alone” a small wink is sent my way.

 I had looked at him in puzzlement before I could hear the faint tunes of a banjo down the hallway. The melody was soft and thrummed with life, each pluck of the string capturing my attention as it filled the hall with its merriment and sombre song. It was like being transported to a different realm, everything falling away as I had unconsciously closed my eyes, trying to sync with the music more. It was beautiful. Beside me, Mr Drew hums along to the tune, although I can say I’ve never heard of anything like it before, his face peaceful and loose, a smile still haunting his lips.

 Before I know it we had arrived at Sammy’s office and Mr Drew pushes through the great oak door with a flourish, the sound of clapping knocking me out of  my reverie and it appeared the same could be said for Sammy, the sound of wood knocking against wood as Sammy snaps from his own trance and drops his banjo. His surprised, youthful face melting away into an old snarl towards Mr Drew as he makes his way towards Sammy’s desk. The harsh claps of his hands faltering for a mere second before making small talk with Sammy. I had stood there in the doorway, still feeling a little dazed and mostly awkward, Mr Drew having momentarily forgotten me to congratulate Sammy on his beautiful rendition of Mozart. The praise is met with taut words and a heated stare.

 Sammy gestures to me after a while, asking if I’m the new guy, to which Mr Drew enthuastically replies that I am and that he was just giving me a tour of the place. Sammy huffs, rubs his face and replies why the hell was Joey bringing an animator down this way just for an introduction, he’s a busy man, and he doesn’t have time for this. Mr Drew promptly replies that if Sammy has time to slack off and play his banjo he has time to make introductions. I couldn’t see Mr Drew’s face, his back being to me but Sammy’s frown seemed to drop a fraction further before he stands and stalks over to me. As he approaches I notice the dark, heavy bags under his eyes, the faint lines on his skin from all that possible frowning and I notice how cold and distant his eyes seem.

 “Well? Ya gonna shake my hand or what?” he had snapped. I hadn’t even realised he had stuck his hand out for me to shake (how rude of me!) and quickly take it in my own, a quick exchange of welcoming being given. He retracts his hand and stuffs it into his pocket. “I’m Sammy, music director for the show, although I have a feeling you already know that” he side eyes Mr Drew, harsh like winter and Mr Drew simply waves back at him, ignoring the anger laced in Sammy’s words. We talk then, just a small bit, telling him my own name and such although I feel a slight hindrance to do so, he is very intimidating.

 For a moment we lapse into silence and before Mr Drew can jump back into the conversation and pester Sammy, said music director promptly pushes us out of his office and bites a “goodbye” through gritted teeth. How charming. Mr Drew just laughs and says that went surprisingly well, considering Sammy is usually more spiteful to new people. My expression must have been rather worried looking as Mr Drew simply says that he’ll get used to me in no time and who knows, we might even be friends. I decided not to make a statement on that.

 ~~0~~

  Bendy lets out something akin to a snort, his breathe coming out in a long huff. Go figures that Sammy was still as spiteful in his youth as he was when Bendy came to be, always with the snarls and cold eyes. Bendy remembers the cries of outrage as he flooded the music director’s office, cursing and spluttering and falling in the ink. Oh those were good times.

 Tired yawns masked pained cries, heavy bags under his eyes, a taut and tight smile when he had to. But that’s only what people saw on the outside. Sammy was a man of music, whenever he had the chance you can bet he’d be playing that old banjo of his, sweet melodies they were, always gentle and lulling you into relaxing, carrying sombre lyrics if he felt like it. Truly Sammy was one of a kind, snarky and ill-mannered as he was, he had a cracked heart of gold.

 A faint memory, like the flutter of a birds wings, sings at the back of Bendy’s mind. An old memory but a good one, as someone peers from around a corner, agitation vibrating throughout their body, to find a young Sammy Lawrence crouched low, muttering soft words to a distressed child. It appears the child has lost his toy and no adults seem to be around. A dangerous place to get lost, the toy workshop, too many winding mechanisms the child could get trapped in. Sammy coos at the child, picks them up in his arms and heads over to Shaun’s workshop. The memory flickers and wavers before being replaced with a new one, this time the person viewing the scene is surrounded by small children, tired but keeping up a pleasant façade for the little ones, each asking different questions about the cartoons. Sammy is nowhere to be seen. As the person begins to talk, their voice sounding static and warbled, a small child trots from around a corner to join his classmates, a small bendy plush clutched tightly to his chest. The man speaking looks up in the direction the child had come from to see Sammy taking off back around the corner, a small, soft smile on his face.

 A good memory and a very rare one at that. Sammy always had a soft spot for kids, which when Franks had found out, loved to tease him about. But how odd. For what purpose did Sammy of all people have down at the toy workshop?

 Bendy breaks from his musing. This is dangerous he knows. To remember so many things at once but he was getting close, he could feel it. Close to unlocking something, he need only bear a few more pains and he would finally have his answers.

 He reads on.

 ~~0~~

 After leaving the music department and the foreboding aura of Sammy behind we continue on our way to our last stop, the screening room, to meet a man called Norman Polk. Along the way, Mr Drew talks animatedly about the cartoon, I tried to ask questions and make my own comments but the man was on such a roll that I couldn’t get a word in edgeways. I continued to walk in silence more than happy to listen to him talk.

 Whilst on our way to the screening room, we meet with a young black man, unruly black hair and, when he took note of our approach, an even more unruly smile to match. He carried a pail of inky black water in one hand and a mop in his other, held forward as it were a staff of some kind to ward of any ill luck. He greets us with a smile and gives me a once over. Mr Drew introduces me and we make small talk, the occasional joke flitting back and forth at Mr Drew’s expense and to my embarrassment. The man’s name is Wally Franks, janitor to the studio and, through Mr Drew’s words, the crown fool of the studio. A wink is sent my way upon being told that, he seems a rather coy fellow if the smirks and winks are anything to go by. But it was odd, I recall Mr Drew seeming rather irritated by his snickers, as if they carried more malice than what was being intended. How odd. He let a sigh out, long and tiring, says “Welp, this place ain’t gonna clean itself” and leaves, his smirk falling a bit. Despite his cocky attitude I sensed that he did not enjoy his job very much.

 As soon as Wally is out of sight, Mr Drew lets out a small sigh, says to not take any of Wally’s future pranks too seriously and that he apologises in advance for his colleague’s antics. I simply wave him off and tell him not to worry. Surely he can’t be that bad?

 The rest of the walk to the screening room is mostly silent, Mr Drew keeping his head forward and posture straight. He definitely seems to carry authority. Having thought that at the time it made me look back on Hank and how similar the two are. Very well kept, neat and tidy individuals, an intelligent glint to their eyes. The difference being that Mr Drew always seemed to have a smile on his face, a light and jovial tone even when dealing with people he didn’t like. Far different from Hank. Lost in my thoughts again I am brought back by a soft nudge, Mr Drew asks if I’m ok and I stammer and say that I am. We had arrived at the screening room and entered.

 Before us were two to three rows of chairs messily disorganised in front of a blank wall, a square of light shining down to create a panel on the old wood. A few instruments were laid about the room, a discarded cello, a big drum propped in the corner and a solitary piano to the other side, its lid open invitingly. Mr Drew gives the room a quick survey and calls out Norman’s name but it heeds no reply. Having said that upon entering the room I had felt as if I were being watched and can say that was indeed the case as the projectionist himself pops up behind us out of nowhere, startling both of us. I nervously chuckle as Mr Drew swings round and scolds Norman. The man replies with a “did you not hear me come down the stairs?” and Mr Drew laughs. The two bicker a few more moments before Mr Drew introduces me to Norman. I take note that he’s quite tall and has a knowing look about his eyes.

 He stares at me a few moments, and I feel a sense of foreboding, he asks “do you know a guy name Pym?” and I nearly blanche. My first day here and already someone has outed me as being the previous co-manager for Pym and co. or so I thought as I reply with a calm “no”, sweat trickling down my back. He shrugs his shoulders and continues on with introductions and how the screening room works, seemingly dissuaded from my connection to Hank, though were he made the connection to begin with still eludes me. I ignore Mr Drew’s curious glances and shrug my shoulders in turn, hopefully that is enough to deter him for some time, though lady luck is never one to favour me for long.

 I discuss the screening room at length with Norman, hoping that he’s forgotten about the subject all together and we end the conversation with the authoritive nonchalance of Mr Drew proclaiming that time for touring the studio was up. Something about an upcoming deadline and financing that needed attending to. I give my regards to Norman and as we leave the lit up room I felt the burning of his eyes never leaving my form, I’ll have to keep an eye out for him whilst I’m here.

 ~~0~~

 Bendy had a certain fondness for Wally, mainly for the fact he loved mischief as much as he did when first coming to the world, and he was a great scape goat for all his pranks. Not that Joey could really scold the little toon for his mischief when every other living being inside the studio had no idea he existed physically. Bendy also thought that Wally would have made for a good friend, someone to talk to and make mischief together. But those were dreams of folly he knew and he had kept his presence hidden from most at the time. He thought it a shame as to what happened to Wally but then again, nothing full of life and joy lasts long down here.

 Most being the key word there, as despite his efforts the little toon could not keep his playful antics at bay when regarding Norman. The man was a difficulty to get a rise out of and in Bendy’s short time he tried to get the man to jump or squeal just once. And he went too far and paid the price for it, or rather Norman did. It was only meant to be a small trick, something simple that was sure to get a rise out of the silent man but much to Bendy’s negligence at the time, he failed to hear the approaching footsteps and was seen momentarily by him. He had the feeling that Norman didn’t much like him, his hard stare always following the ink demons form wherever he was, his cool optics burning holes into his form as he roamed around his domain. Even when he was out of sight, he could still feel his projected gaze seeking him out from the shadows. Bendy tended to avoid him from then on in if he could and always carried a niggling sense of guilt at his unfavourable demise. If Joey wanted something to stay secret it would be held so by any means.

 ~~0~~

 Mr Drew ends the tour with seeing me to the front door, sunlight pouring forth into the studio, and tells me he’ll see me next Monday fresh and early to start work. I’ll be given a more in depth description of the workings of the animation department on Monday I suppose. That day when I left the comforting warmth of the studio and into the brittle cold air of January, I felt happy. Though as I say, lady luck only gives her favours on short terms bases as I arrived to my small apartment. I entered to find the place ransacked. Luckily the vial and journal had managed to stay hidden and untouched. I wonder if I could hide it at the studio, there are plenty of places to hide them and I doubt that S.H.I.E.L.D. would think to look there, it is better than keeping them here where they may be found.

 ~~0~~

 With the end of the entry Bendy is left with impossibly more questions than he started out with. It makes his head ache impossibly more and his vision blurs slightly. It would seem he has pushed his own luck a bit far today, the voices cased within his ink, squirming around, chattering relentlessly. He places the tattered book upon the desk, beginning to weary of reading and notices a small face on the bottom of the page. It’s his face. His old one. With eyes full of joy and mischief and a big grin to match. A couple of lines are wobbly and then Bendy feels himself swaying and suddenly it’s all too much. The memories surge beneath his ink, pressing and rippling against his body, trying to force their knowledge unto him with overwhelming strength.

 Bendy can hear them, the faint chatter of co-workers passing through the halls, the scratch of pen to paper as an animator inks out his star creation of the studio with a fluid grace, the cursed mumbles of Joey as he pours over a leather bound book, scratching symbols and jumbled words onto a piece of bloodied paper. His form sinks to the ground, heavy drops of ink falling at his sudden descent to pool on the floor, his clawed hands raking at his face to try and free himself from the stinging sounds and fractured images. He remembers everything in that short time, writhing in pain on the floor as image after gory image wracks his body with shock. He fights with himself trying to unsee all the crimson ink that stains a pentagram by his feet, projecting a fiery glare about the room.  He tries to block out all the sound too but it does nothing except ricochet around his head with more force. He knew reading the journal would cost him some sacrifice but to this extent he had not expected.  

 What a fool he was, hmm?

 Bendy knows the best way to handle the situation is to let the ink takes its course, thrumming and throbbing throughout his entire body , slowly diminishing him in size as huge globs of ink stream from his body still. But he couldn’t, the rage and pain coinciding to rip a roar, more similar to that of a human cry of pain and a demons murderous growl, from his throat and thunder throughout the studio.

 And all the while the tattered journal that sat silent and forgotten, lay open atop the desk, the doodle of Bendy staring sightlessly toward the ceiling, its mouth now casting an ominous and cruel grin.

#angst war 2k17 #this took me forever #enjoy the angst #batim crossover #Journal For A Devil #my work #mcu #Hank pym

[another-chorus-girl]

Leroux’s Lament (In response to opera-ghost’s shitpost)

Ok so I wrote a thing. To make any sense of this read opera-ghost’s brilliant drabble here https://opera-ghost.tumblr.com/post/163406657888/opera-ghost-opera-ghost-opera-ghost 

Andrew drummed his fingers against the desk in frustration. While his brilliant sequel was quite the success it left a sour note with the composer that so many of these 'phans' were outraged. Where had he gone wrong? The original was and still is a major selling success!

It was a shame he could not ask the man whom started the whole thing to help create something even better.

Or...perhaps he could!

Andrew's hands vigorously typed in search of what he was looking for. A cunning smirk, he then picked up the phone on his desk and dialled.

"Yes, Kay darling! Dear I have the most grandest idea yet! And I need your help for this one!" Webber said ecstatically.

"Oh really?" A less than enthusiastic Susan replied. "NOW you need my help? I don't recall you picking up and dialling me when you were writing that dreadful sequel!"

"Now don't start with me," Andrew argued. "Besides, this idea is even better."

Discussing into length his idea, Kay was almost too shocked for words.

"You want to call Gaston Leroux back from the dead?" She asked stunned.

"No no no! Don't be ridiculous! I just want to talk to him." Andrew replied, being met with the sound of dead air. "Now see here, I know you own one of those voodoo boards-"

"It's a Ouija board!"

"Sure yes. And besides, you've always wanted something like my music to come out of your work, right?"

Susan thought about it. The ageing man was absolutely off his rocker. But then again, if this worked they could actually ask the man behind the original for advice that could change the entire meaning of the story! And she had worked so hard on her prelude to Gaston's work. To actually speak to him was so crazy it just might work!

"Well...alright, I'll do it. But I don't think just the two of us alone can do this." Kay, while doubtful, agreed.

Andrew chuckled, "Oh darling not to worry. I already have just the man in mind who can lend us a hand."

Providing Kay with the neutral location to meet, Andrew began to redial on his phone.

"Yes hello?" A familiar British voice greeted.

Andrew smiled, "Michael! Yes, good day!"

"Andrew? Been awhile I would say."

"Yes indeed, indeed! Now I wanted to talk to you about this idea I had."

While Kay may have been convinced, Michael Crawford was most certainly not on the same page.

"This sounds a little ludicrous Andrew." Michael said, he couldn't actually serious with this idea.

Webber merely laughed, "Don't be silly, it's brilliant! Besides, you've read the book?"

"Well yes, when you said you were interested I went out and read it a couple of times but-"

"And I haven't! See? That's where you come in! If we have more people that are familiar with Gaston's work, we may be able to make contact. And besides who better than the original of course!"

"Andrew, you realise I'm not even in London right now?"

"Already booked you a flight out of New Zealand!"

"Err well, alright then Andrew."

Webber was ecstatic, "Splendid! We'll see you soon!"

Heaving a heavy sigh, Michael had no idea what he had just thrown himself into. Whilst packing for the flight, Michael made a quick call.

"Hello? Yes, it's lovely to hear from you too." He said, "I know I've no right to ask you this, but would you be able to do me a very huge favour dear?"

Meanwhile miles away Andrew arrived at the room he booked, in his small hands the ageing man carried several candles radiating a rosy scent.

Shortly after a knock sounded at the door.

Opening it Webber's dark eyes gleamed happily.

"So glad you made it Sue!" He said gleefully.

"Susan," She scowled.

"Yes yes. Do come in, Michael should be along shortly."

Kay paused, "You roped Crawford into this too?"

"I figure the more adaptations we have of Leroux's story the better." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"My God you didn't call Schumacher did you?" Her face paled.

"Sadly, I only got his voicemail." Andrew mused, unaware of Susan shaking her head at him in disbelief.

"Well, may as well get set up then." She mumbled, setting the bag she carried on the floor. From the bag she removed the Ouija board, setting it on the coffee table by the candles.

"While we're waiting, shall we discuss what we want to ask him?" Andrew offered.

Now Kay turned a complete one eighty, pulling an aged notepad out.

"Oh yes! I have so many wonderful ideas to ask him about!" She smiled, going over her headcanons with the ageing composer.

They exchanged notes, scrutinising the others concepts.

"Raoul does what with a what?" Kay's face paled, "Is there a reason why you hate De Chagny more than the Phantom does?"

"Erm...what exactly does this 'Pharoga' idea mean?" Andrew questioned quizzically.

Sometime later, as Kay had been spewing an hours long idea regarding Erik and this Persian character Andrew was not too familiar with they heard another knock at the door.

"Ah perfect timing!" Webber said bolting up to answer the door.

"Michael! So lovely of you to join-" He paused, Andrew's smile fading into a scowl, "What exactly is the meaning of this?"

Yes Michael had shown up, but not alone to Webber's disdain.

"He called me," Sarah said, shooting Andrew an icy stare. "After telling me about the lunacy you had planned I didn't want Michael to go through this insanity alone. Also I brought refreshments."

Walking past her ex husband, Sarah strolled in setting two bottles of fine wine down by the board.

Kay was beyond words, "Sarah Brightman! I! Well, this is so great to meet you! Big fan!"

"Likewise," She smiled kindly, "I only wish it were under saner circumstances."

"But I mean if it works, then this could make for quite the story. And Mr. Crawford! So glad to make your acquaintance as well!"

"Thank you," He said a little bashfully. "Your book was quite the read Susan."

"Y-You read it!" Kay gaped, flattered to hear such a thing.

The four sat down once introductions were out of the way. There was mixed tension in the air; Webber and Sarah sat opposite each other in the sitting room avoiding the others eyes, Crawford was beside Brightman, his hands hands clasped together wondering why he was brought here, and Kay still over the moon with excitement like a teenage fangirl.

"Right then! We should get started." Andrew said, clapping his hands together.

Handing Michael a box of matches Webber asked him to light the candles. Lighting them the four occupants could smell the strong flowery scent.

Sarah shot Andrew a look as if to say 'Really?'

All the candles lit, and the room smelling like a rose garden, Webber asked everyone to place their finger on the planchette.

"Leroux, we've come so far and all gathered here to seek out your wise insight." Webber said, "Are you here? Can you give us a sign?"

The four looked down at the board, nothing was happening.

"We only want to make your story even better Gaston, please talk to us!" Kay attempted.

Still the planchette did not move.

"Perhaps this is a lost cause." Michael spoke, even though both he and Sarah already agreed on the drive here from the airport that this was insane.

"We just need to try something else is all." Andrew mused, suddenly coming up with a new plan. "Yes of course! And seeing as we have Sarah here as well this could work."

Both Sarah and Michael fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats, unsure where this was going.

"You two could sing!" Webber suggested, Kay beside him was thrilled at the idea, trying to hold back a delighted grin.

"I don't know Andrew..."

"Please, sing for me!" Webber egged on.

Sarah sighed, "It's reasons like this that I filed the divorce."

Clearing her throat Sarah thought it better to just do it and hopefully end their session sooner rather than later.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

And do I dream again? For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind"

As Sarah's voice filled the room, suddenly the four glanced down feeling movement under their hands. The planchette fidgeted. All four set of eyes stared wide eyed at the board.

"Keep going, it's actually working!" Webber looked at Crawford expectedly.

Taking a breath, Michael relented and sang.

"Sing once again with me our strange duet

My power over you grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me to glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your mind"

All of the sudden the planchette began to move slowly.

"My God..." Crawford gasped.

"He's writing something!" Webber exclaims excitedly, as the planchette hovered over several letters.

"Here it is!" Kay replied, "It says: W-H-A-T"

More movement.

"H-A-V-E"

"Y-O-U"

"D-O-N-E?"

Confused, Webber asked, "I don't understand?"

All of the sudden the planchette went erratic, no one was touching it. Yet it moved on its own as if someone were aggressively pulling on it.

"T-H-A-N-K-S . T-O. Y-O-U. M-Y. S-T-O-R-Y. I-S. F-O-R-G-O-T-T-E-N. A-N-D. R-U-I-N-E-D. L-E-A-V-E. M-E. A-L-O-N-E. Y-O-U. S-H-O-R-T. B-O-O-B-Y."

All of the sudden the planchette shot across the room, slamming into the wall, the candles all at once going out. Sitting in the dark, the four exchanged perplexed looks.

"Do you think he liked us?" Kay piped up.

#andrew lloyd webber #phandom #susan kay #michael crawford #sarah brightman #gaston leroux #poto #shitpost

[lexulloa]

Misjudged

I recently had my heart broken. “By a woman?” you may ask. No, by me. You see, I put myself in a place of absolute vulnerability, with no agenda and told her how much love and respect I had for her. I found her to be so inspiring and admirable for the decent human being that she is, that well, I even told her parents. In my silly little mind, I thought to myself: “What parent wouldn’t want to hear that their daughter has had a positive impact on someone else?... What person doesn’t want to hear that they are loved or admired?” During the past few months I had been dealing with anxiety. I was “shittin’ my pants” when I told the parents. I knew that my anxiety had to do a lot with the fact that I wasn’t going to see them as frequently as I did these past few years. Their expression of love towards me and for them to consider me “family” brought me even closer to them. I honestly began to see them as not only good friends but parental figures as well. They are one of the most loving and thoughtful people and their kind gestures moved me in ways only one could only imagine... the thing is, I didn’t have to imagine it because it happened! They had extended invitations to their home in California, which was so kind of them. But when I began to develop feelings for their daughter (which I tried to ignore and suppress many times), I didn’t feel comfortable with taking them up on their offer as I felt it wasn’t appropriate. Honestly, this is the best way I can explain this feeling, but what it boils down is that I just didn’t feel right about it.  When I told them, I was ready to welcome any reaction. I prayed that they would respond positively and they did. The mom was shocked and gave me a hug and the dad (who could easily crush me by slightly lifting up his foot - the dude is tall!) gave me a hug as well when I initially stretched my hand to shake his. Now, and because I’ve been living in a way where I keep my expectations low I thought that I had one in a million shot (even no shot) to have my feelings reciprocated by this woman, especially when I told her. And I was right. She told me she wasn’t interested. As simple and straight forward as that. I appreciated it too because it was her honest answer. And if anything, I always remind myself (and others) to embrace honesty in all its forms. But what took me off kilter was the fact that she told me to stop contacting her and not to speak to her again and then took some actions that I found unwarranted. Was I disappointed? Yup! Did my anxiety levels multiply by 100? It sure felt that way! Was I hurt? Without a doubt! I do recognize however that she did not take any action by being malicious. In fact, what caught my attention (one of many great attributes she has) was her kind heart. Did she act out of fear, confusion, insecurity, anger or maybe a combination of these? I can only speculate. I’m not going to go into what she did, because honestly I don’t know the full details, but I surely received the end result and the blow knocked me to my core and luckily (and I thank God for this), my best friend was there for me as a best friend could ever be. Regardless of the aftermath, I still think highly of her and hold her in high esteem.

Here’s the thing: when it comes to people in general, I always make strides to show interest in them. This is important to me because I think, that when someone is talking to you, you treat them in that moment as thought they are the most important person in the world. For me, they are! Anyone really. When it came to her, I always demonstrated interest in her well-being with respect and love always at the forefront. I, however, also limited my communications with her though, and I did so to avoid having our friendship (which I thought we had) take an awkward turn. I’ve had people interested in me, and trust me, I am as shocked as you are right now by learning this, but it’s true! 😂There were a few people that I wasn’t interested in pursuing a romantic relationship but because I didn’t feel the same way and to lead them to believe otherwise after they told me they had developed feelings for me would not only be dishonest, but hurtful and ultimately could destroy the friendship bonds that we had established. So I tell them how I honestly feel, with the love and respect I always had for them. One of the nicest things about this approach is that one day my friend Erica and I ran into each other about 5 years after she expressed her interest in me. Once we saw each other, we hugged like we were the best of friends, as I always found us to be. No feelings hurt and as far as I’m concerned, the love and respect we always had for each other still remains intact. I feel that generally speaking, I’m a confident person, but when my interest in a woman goes beyond that general interest in people, I am reminded of “Andy Stitzer” from “40 Year Old Virgen” who at one point in the film says “I respect women, I love women. I respect them so much I completely stay away from them!”, because I’m a nerd that way. Not out of fear of rejection but because (generally speaking) I’ve found that some people (women, in my case) don’t feel comfortable or don’t know how to handle a situation when I express how I  feel for them and the “natural” reaction is to freak out or halt the situation abruptly as though they had just been insulted or disrespected. But anyway, I verbally told her how I felt. Initially I got a “thanks” in a way that made me think she took it like a friend expressing his “friendly feelings” to another friend. And that was fine. Then I wrote a letter to her making it clear how I felt. I took into consideration that even if she was dating someone, that I hoped that they treated her with the respect and love that she deservers. In reality, for the past 3 years that I’ve known her, no hint of a relationship was ever noticed, but I wanted to express to her that even if she didn’t feel the same way I did for her that I still had respect, admiration and love for her.  BUT SHIT HIT THE FAN! The following is where the hurt began to increase as well as my anxiety: people who’d never followed me on social media that had some link to her began to check out my “InstaStories”. People I don’t know personally. I felt that I was being watched and judged as though they were trying to find any excuse that would confirm any wrongful or misguided assumption they had of me. It sucks, it really really sucks to hear now a days people saying “speak your truth”, and when I thought I was doing the right thing, thinking that someone may at the very least feel appreciated and maybe even perhaps flattered even though they may have not felt the same way, ultimately I was judged. I hate to think that this is the risk you run into when you “speak your truth” and it shouldn’t have to be that way. It sucks to be judged but it even sucks more to be misjudged and have people act upon their askew perceptions of you. Even though at this moment (as I’m writing these words) I’m still going through the healing process, I’ve moved on. I have to! In fact, I hope to whomever is reading this, if you find yourself in a similar situation, you will be able to overcome it simply because the person who you love the most in this world is yourself. I love who I am. I’ve made many (countless!) mistakes in my life. I’ve hurt people, disrespected them... I was a jerk! But I’ve worked hard to make myself better over the years. I know where I stand and I know how I operate now a days. People will judge you all they want, but at the end of the day if you do good by all, you’ll be able to rest easy. Other than for the fact that I suffer from sleep apnea, I sleep well. So love yourself at 100%, and if you don’t, then I suggest you work on yourself until you do. I don’t take “rejection” as a bad thing either, in fact quite the opposite. I don’t “love to be rejected” necessarily, but the freedom to move on from the potential person is granted in that precise moment they express disinterest, and because you love yourself at 100%, there is no emotional dependency whatsoever (which is cancerous if this becomes a foundation of any relationship). I feel that any relationship, whether they be a romantic one or a simple friendship, should only compliment to what you are willing to bring to the table. When there is rejection, there may be disappointment, sure, but it’s short-lived. Being single is not a punishment either. Work on yourself and your self-love. Someone, one day, will acknowledge you and you will acknowledge them and perhaps start something amazing. In the end, you will find that the wait will be all well worth it. Stay positive... ALWAYS!