#this song is so insanely good and for no fucking reason I could write an essay about it. maybe I should

[hongjoongpresent]

the entire essay I could write about the background vocals in terrible man. you don't understand

#onlyoneof #why do you think that first beat drop at the first chorus hits so hard. dude #that's the only spot in the song that I can find where the background vocals completely disappear #also the chorus is the only part of the song where the beat is completely clear and not muddy #there are 2 other spots in the verses that has a bit of the chorus beat too but it's not *as* clear as in the chorus #god when that motto motto tsunaide mou uso demo ii kara furetete HITS. it hits #this song is so insanely good and for no fucking reason I could write an essay about it. maybe I should #the intro has that . instrument that I can't name in it and then the verse has that too but with the beat from the chorus #and then the prechorus is all wahhhwoohohhf floaty. it's floaty airy breathy no clear beat #AND THEN THE. CHORUS HITS and man. uifkvfjvnfjjvjfjvbvfj yeah #also the way rie sings mimi kara karada kills me every time. unrelated to the discussion around instrumentals but #THE BACKGROUND VOCALS IN THE 2ND CHORUS BTW #the woaaahhh that continues into wooohooohh in the chorus... #the ohoohhh ohooooh #dude? listen to hidoi otoko by onlyoneof. that's what I'm saying here #really listen #put it on repeat all day and notice every little instrumental and background vocal detail in it. maybe then you'll be normal #cuz I sure am. so normal and regular about this song #GOD it's so good #sorry if you don't get it. I'm right #the only crime this song commits is being too short #the ohh woahh in the first prechorus. that part is different in the korean version of the song and that one little part is why I prefer the #japanese version of the song. literally just one woahh background vocal is what makes me heavily favor this version. lol #me when I'm so normal about my favorite background vocal parts of a song. is that even a thing it is now. it is to me

[matrixbearer2024]

Roller Rinking, Dancing and Dreaming

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I went roller skating with some friends and one of them pitched the idea of a date at the roller rink with Vox and Reader, though it's not really a date anymore for those two since the Hazbin Hotel crew tagged along because Charlie didnt realize that this was supposed to be a special occasion. Oh and Alastor is just going to be kind of a sore thumb because it's funny. Also found this pic of Vox(it's not my art and I don't know who drew it HELP-) but it's his getup for his and Reader's date because I will not have this flatscreen idiot take us out in his fucking work clothes. Velvette give this man a proper wardrobe PLEASE-

A/N: I'm probably going to write a lot of date ideas between Vox and (Y/N) to prolong the slow-burn and also so I can include the other characters anyway- so if you guys have any other ideas- go ahead and drop them down below and I'll try to fit the ones I think would work best! As always, happy reading and I hope you guys enjoy!

A/N: Final note- but this was the song I was listening to while writing this long LONG chapter so if you guys wanna vibe to it while reading go ahead lolol- Song's called: "Shut Up And Dance" by Walk The Moon.

If there was one word Vox would use to describe you, it had to be crazy.

Or cute, but that was besides the point-

He'd always thought your ideas couldn't get any wilder, only to be proven wrong in at the very least a few hours.

Especially when he was reminded of the time you made a papercraft of his clothes while he was stuck to your TV screen.

And the time you sent him earrape audio during a meeting for no reason?

And calling coffee "Bean Juice"?

He could go on and on about the random insane things you would do periodically.

But because he grew so used to it-

More like he always ended up looking forward to your entertaining shenanigans-

The first thing Vox had done was give you a new VoxTech phone with your custom app on it.

At this point, he defaulted to using it if he were to check on you anyway and you had no complaints.

Alastor gave you both shit for bringing tech into the hotel only to get flipped off by the two of you anyway.

Lucifer had to stop himself from laughing because the deer was practically throwing a tantrum at being so nonchalantly brushed off-

Vox chuckled as he reminisced about it.

That was all few days ago, and it seems like you've settled into hell quite nicely.

You made friends with nearly everyone at the hotel, save a certain radio cannibal who you also liked to annoy-

And you'd even met Velvette on one occasion.

Well, more like Vox wanted to fashion you a wardrobe but didn't trust himself to pick good outfit combinations so he just entrusted the task to his fashionista colleague-

What he didn't expect was for the both of you to hit it off fairly quickly after that and ended up staying in touch online.

Vox even wondered at times if you were talking to Velvette more than him already but didn't think about it too much-

You haven't been to the Vee tower since that outfit shopping spree and well, you kind of understood why.

Especially after what you heard about Valentino from both Vox and Angel Dust.

That pimp guy was just someone you did not want to be around.

So that just left your TV headed buddy with no choice but to visit the hotel more and more.

Not that either of you cared much about how irked Alastor got because both of you and sometimes even Lucifer would often gang up on him-

Vox never really stayed, after all redemption didn't seem to be his thing with a whole media empire to run-

But sometimes you would force him to humor Charlie and try some of the activities, teasing him about it and saying he was cringe whenever he got awkward.

Vox just chuckled as he looked back on a lot of the moments you both had together, twirling a pen in his hand while he fondly remembered.

Of course until he eventually forced himself to stop daydreaming and focus back on the stack of paperwork in front of him.

He hadn't even really begun and honestly he didn't know if he wanted to.

It was busy days like these where he couldn't wait to visit and see you, work was stressful enough so just hanging around you and turning his brain off to your nonsense was enough of a distraction.

Ah whatever, that was enough of procrastinating.

It was a little while of him working on and checking the stack of documents on his table before his phone rang.

Vox didn't even bother to check the caller ID and just answered it because he was in work-mode.

So he almost ended up snapping his pen in two from sheer surprise when he heard your voice through the call.

"Heeeeey Vox? You free this weekend?"

The overlord just glanced over at his schedule and figured he could clear up a day or two.

It was only a day until the weekend after all.

He'd have to work double-time until then just to make up for the load but he didn't see a problem with it when the trade-off was spending more time with you.

"I could free up my schedule, why? Did you have something planned dollface?"

"Kinda, I heard there's a new roller rink disco club around the block and I wanted to go!"

"And you're telling me this, why?"

"Because I want you to go with me, duhhhh!"

Vox looked over some of the papers he had on his table absentmindedly and hummed.

Admittedly, you asking him about it first was kind of flattering- even if you knew he was a very busy guy.

He would often drop whatever he was doing just to help you if you needed it after all, so him rearranging his schedule on the fly like this wasn't anything new.

"So kind of like a date?"

He grinned when he heard you stutter and fumble over your words.

The overlord could only imagine just how red and flustered you were at the moment.

You'd always found ways to embarrass him back then when you were alive, so now he was just kindly returning the favor.

"N-no! Well- kind of? I don't know! Just wear something nice!"

"Sure doll, I guess I'll see you then?"

"Mhm, see you!"

Vox stared fondly at his phone when you ended the call, a smile working onto his face as he chuckled.

Who knew it was because of this specific little gadget that brought you guys together in the first place.

Putting the phone down, he cracked his knuckles and gave his table a once over.

It was covered in papers of all kinds but if he started now he could probably get it finished before tomorrow.

You threw your phone onto a nearby cushion and covered your face with your hands.

That stupid TV was too charming for his own good-

You grumbled slightly and crossed your arms, sometimes you doubted if Vox really even meant all the words he says-

Did it come so naturally to him to just be that charismatic?

But at the same time the guy could be a real annoying piece of work-

You really felt like just another sucker who couldn't decide whether you wanted to hug the overlord or strangle him.

"Heya toots! What's got you so worked up?"

"Hey Angel, just- dealing with Vox I guess?"

"Seriously? That's what you're all hung up about?"

"Hey! I'm not- hung up about it-! He's just so annoying."

"For once we can agree on something it seems!"

You screamed when Alastor suddenly appeared at your side, falling off the area of the couch where you were sitting.

If there was one thing you hated that the two media broadcast overlords had in common was that they loved loved LOVED to just sneak up on you.

It was getting really old and really tiring.

Frankly you had already been sick of Vox being a cheeky little shit doing it- you didn't need his rival to join in-

"Nobody asked for your opinion Al, and don't you have some murder to orchestrate or something?"

"HaHA! Not at the moment! Why, if you wanted to join me on my excursions you could've said so my dear!"

"Eugh- hard pass old geezer. Besides, I'll be busy this weekend."

"Really? With what?"

"Gonna go to that new roller rink disco club down the block. I used to go roller skating when I was a kid but eventually stopped as I grew older."

You figured it would be wise to leave out the fact you were going with Vox, you didn't need to arm Alastor any more ammunition to mess with you or his rival.

Thing is, you didn't necessarily notice just what chaos sharing your weekend plans would entail.

"Well if you're already going there, why not take the others with you?"

Oh fuck.

You forgot about Charlie.

Now you really wished you had kept your mouth shut, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt her feelings when she'd been nothing but nice to you.

"Okay hold on-"

Alastor couldn't help widening his grin when he saw your worried expression, well this was certainly going to get interesting.

"What a wonderful idea my dear! Perhaps I should go observe what this brand new establishment has to offer as well!"

"You antique motherfucker-"

Your fluffy deer ears pinned back as you glared at the radio demon, he really had to be toying with you when he said that.

Especially if what Husk had said in the past was anything to go by.

Alastor didn't like going to clubs or places that were similarly just as noisy and obnoxious.

So he was really just trying to shove you deeper into the grave you'd dug yourself.

"That's great Al! Maybe you could even find some more ideas for the hotel while you're there!"

You just covered your face in your hands, so much for just spending time with just Vox this weekend-!

How the hell were you even supposed to tell him about this??

"Yeaaaahhh... greaaaat..."

You weakly mumbled, tiredly looking up at Angel who just gave you an apologetic shrug.

You just gave up trying to mention otherwise when everyone else seemed more than eager for this weekend.

So much for your original plan.

By the time the weekend rolled around, you got yourself all dressed pretty with a casual top and jeans.

You decided against wearing anything that would leave your legs exposed since you didn't know if you'd fall down a bunch while rollerskating.

It was a while since you could remember the last time you tried.

Grabbing your phone and some necessities, you left your room and went to wait in the hotel lobby for the others to get ready.

"Vox where are you going?"

The overlord nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

He swiveled around to see the youngest Vee just deadpanning at him.

Geez, and he thought he was being sneaky too.

"Ah! Velvette! Just- heading out. No reason."

"It's your date with (Y/N) isn't it?"

"It's not- oh whatever, what do you want?"

His colleague gave him an annoyed once over and the tech overlord just raised an eyebrow at her.

What was she planning this time?

"You aren't leaving wearing that."

"My suit? What's wrong with it?"

"For the occasion? Everything. Now come on- let's see if I can put something together for you."

While Vox didn't question what his colleague meant, he just followed Velvette to her studio when she gestured for him to.

He initially wanted to wear something other than his work clothes but after looking at the options in his closet he immediately went against the idea.

The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you by arriving underdressed.

"Nope. Too formal. Too risqué. Too boring. Too colorful- Aha! There! How's that?"

Looking at himself in a nearby mirror, Vox straightened the blazer he wore with a smile.

A light blue turtleneck with some loose slacks and a dark blazer on top, plus a pair of sneakers in his colors to throw together the whole ensemble.

He didn't have his hat this time, but he figured it was probably for the better that he didn't.

Comfortable but still dapper, he liked it.

"Your outfits are impeccable as always Velvette."

"Yeah yeah, you owe me one for this Vox. Now get going or you'll be late!"

The overlord didn't bother to ask his colleague about how she knew about his plans- you could've told her about it online for all he knew.

Instead, Vox just waved back at his colleague as he walked out the entrance of the building feeling excited to see you again.

So you could imagine his irritation when he met you at the club and saw everyone from the hotel there as well.

So much for it being a date-

"What the fuck are they doing here?"

He angrily whispered to you while the others were busy exploring the new building.

Pop music blared over the speakers as the lights flashed around.

A bunch of sinners were skating around the large rink that probably took up more than half of the whole club, some were just dancing around the sides outside of the rink.

It was exactly like an old disco club with the bar and even the older style furniture and aesthetic.

"Charlie suggested everyone come along and Alastor insisted, it wasn't like I had a choice."

You grit out in reply, crossing your arms and feeling slightly just as grumpy about the situation as your flatscreen companion.

"Whatever, we can still enjoy ourselves can't we?"

Admittedly, Vox looked pretty good in this new outfit.

You hadn't seen him in anything but his trademark blue coat and red vest he wore for work so this was something new.

And it was a good new, you'd thank Velvette later.

The overlord just smiled at you and nodded, leaving the others in the group to just explore as you both went and bought some skates for the rink.

More like Vox just didn't want to use the rental ones so he bought you each a pair to keep-

"(Favorite color)? You shouldn't have."

"Figured if I was getting something, might as well get the one you'd prefer."

Your giggle was nearly drowned out by the loud music but Vox still heard it, a soft smile forming on his face as he watched you eagerly put on your new skates.

"Honestly didn't think you'd remember about it, I think I only mentioned it once."

"Kind of hard to forget things when you've got a computer for a brain dollface."

You just lightly bumped his shoulder in jest before standing up and twirling on your new wheels.

Thankfully you could still remember how to work them, even if it was a long time ago since you'd done this kind of thing.

"Do they fit okay?"

"Pretty well actually, how'd you know my size?"

"Just guessed, I might be lucky today."

You just playfully rolled your eyes at his response, of course he'd pat himself on the back for that.

It didn't take long for Vox to eventually wear his own set of skates, he just had no idea how to stand.

"Come on! It's not that hard, I'll teach you!"

The overlord stared at your outstretched hands for a moment before taking them and standing up.

Again with the fuzzy feeling in his chest- what the hell-

The both of you wobbled for a second while your companion got used to the new center of gravity.

"Would you believe it if I said I have never ever done this before?"

"I think it kinda shows ya goof."

You continued to hold his hand as you showed Vox how to move forward, unfortunately for you- his sense of balance wasn't quite that great and you both ended up crashing to the floor.

The overlord landing on his ass and you landing on top of him.

The both of you exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.

You were slightly thankful for the strobing lights of the club, otherwise you were pretty sure Vox would've easily seen the blush on your face.

He was kind of cute when he seemed to just be enjoying himself...

You just shoved that thought to the back of your mind and stood up again, holding a hand out for your companion to take.

"You're not gonna learn if you just sit down like that ya know? Come on! I wanna get inside the rink!"

Vox just looked at you amused, taking your hand and hefting himself to his feet again.

He could practically feel the energy just radiating off you, the bright excitement in your eyes even as you lead him to the entrance of the rink with much less struggle this time around.

You were just adorable, you'd let go of his hand to twirl around the center of the roller rink to the beat of the music.

Vox just found himself smiling again as he approached you.

If being beside you meant he could watch and see you like this?

He would gladly take that position in a heartbeat.

#Youtube #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel vox x reader #get off my screen series

[cartierdreamx]

Fire and Desire (18+)

Hey loves! Hope you’re well <3 Just a little fic, I got the idea at 4am LOLLL, it’s my first time writing smut, and angst so I’m so so sorry if it’s bad 😭, but I do hope you guys enjoy, maybe I’ll write a part 2 if you guys enjoy these enough. The fic was also inspired by two songs, Fire and Desire - Drake and Wish You Were Sober - Conan Gray, two different genres of music but I love both songs soooo, which is also one of the reasons why I named the fic “Fire and Desire.” Sorry about the angst in advance hehe. 

If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know if or when I drop PT2, comment down below too!!

Anyways sit back, relax (well maybe not after reading the angst LOL SORRY), and enjoy the fic!! <3 J 

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT (sex, fingering, eating out, dirty talk), ANGST!! 

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

~~ 

Her body was my altar where I laid my hands on her sacred space, my body is her holy grail where my oceans is her gift to behold.

If the stars ever aligned for anybody, they aligned for you, for you and Jenna that is. Two naïve women who sought love and lust but could never tell the difference. Jenna was your co-star in a yet to be released romance movie “The Language of Love,” and to your delight, you were each other’s love interest, beforehand, you hate to admit it, but you did have a slight crush on Jenna, I mean, who wouldn’t? You never sought after it though, it was just a silly celebrity crush. Or so you thought, Jenna took a liking to you quickly and the connection you guys developed spread like wildfire, it was like you knew her in another dimension. Of-course, you being you developed feelings, love, or lust? You could never tell the difference, but the stars were aligned for you remember? Jenna felt the same, the only thing is she felt lust, she had an intense desire for you, for your sanction, but most importantly, for your soul. And this intense desire for your soul is why you couldn’t tell if what you guys had was love or lust. Lust. It became lust quick, maybe it was wrong because you wanted more but you had to keep her, you had to have her, and she had to have you. So, you guys did, friends with benefits that is.

 ~~

“Fuck y/n… you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jenna breathes, hot, upon your skin.

 She sat on top of your lap; you were seated on the couch, she had control, you were taller and bigger than her, but during sex she had power, a power so strong she made you feel small, she was a goddess, and you were just a worshiper.

 “Y-yes” you panted, you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed her in you. You escape the grasp of her hands that was holding your wrists down beside you and grab a hold of her cheeks pulling her into your taste, she tasted sweet with a hint of salt from the lone sweat that squeezed through gaps onto your tongue, your tongues fighting for power turned into delightful dancing, both organs swaying with each other.

 “Fuck, Jenna, I need you in me.” You pleaded.

“Not that easy, amor, be a good girl and beg, beg for me or I leave.”

 You scoff, looking her up and down, at the same time calling her bluff.

 “Well okay, if that’s what you want.” Jenna kisses your sweaty forehead and hops off your lap, as she starts to walk away you grab her wrist.

“No wait, Jen, please stay.” Staring to beg.

 She walks slowly towards you, enticing you with every step she takes closer. Knowing she wants more, you keep going.

 “Jenna Marie Ortega, I’ve never needed someone so bad, your heat is what I want upon my body, the taste of your tongue is my craving, you run through my mind like a marathon and if anyone could read my mind, they’d think I’m insane, please baby, I need you, I need you inside of me.” You begged.

You begged and she provided.

 “My good girl. Your wish is my command.”

 She sat on top of you once more and spread your legs wide, allowing yourself to welcome her in, you laid soft kisses on her neck as she traced her slender cold digits on your folds, making you whimper.

 “Patience is a virtue, baby.” She states.

 You keep placing soft baby kisses upon her skin, with tracks of your cherry flavoured ChapStick running from her collarbones to the edge of her jawline and your most favourite, her neck. And without warning, she dives in, propelling her ring and middle finger into you with exertion, making you buck your hips and

 “Fuck, Jen, you feel so good.” You praised.

 “Yeah? You like that don’t you, y/n?” She continues, using a come-hither motion, reaching your g-spot every time, with every stroke, your moans grew in decibels. Your ocean lubricates her fingers, making her ease into you even more, your insides pulsate with heat, grasping her as she continues, and for the cherry on top she placed her thumb on your throbbing clit, making you gasp.

 “Mhmh, Buena niña, that’s it, keep moaning, I know you’re close.”

She was right, you were close, your sinuses opened, your muscles tensed preparing for your orgasm.

 “Jenna, oh my God, please, I need to cum, keep going.” You begged.

“That’s my little slut.” She praised. “Say my name, y/n.”

“Jenna, please. Jenna, Fuck.”

“Nope, wrong name.”

“Mommy, fuck, please, let me cum.”

“When I get to 1, hold it in for me, baby. “

“Mommy.” You pleaded.

“5.” She quickens her pace; how could you hold it in till 1?

“4.” She slows down her thumb, making sure to get every angle of your clit, you have to hold it in, you can’t cum before 1.

“3.” She sticks her tongue down your throat, taking her soft organ in.

“2.”

This is it.

“You got this baby, nearly there, say my name, my actual one. 1.”

 Your orgasm crashes into you like a semi-truck, making your legs shake that she bounces up and down.

 “FUCKKK, Jenna, fuck.” You praised and panted at the same time.

 She giggles, and kisses your forehead, slowing down her pace, helping you ride out the high. Once your muscles relax and she hears you gasp for air, she takes her fingers out of you and runs your slick along your jaw and over your mouth, before she places it into her own, licking every bit of you off, but she missed a spot, your mouth. She giggles even more and goes in for a kiss.

 “You were so good, baby.” You praised her more.

“Always for you.”

 She sits next to you and caresses your hand, waiting for both of you to catch your breath so aftercare can take place. But you had other plans. You couldn’t let her have all the fun tonight. So, without warning, you tower over her and grab her neck, each finger found its place around her body part.

 “My turn.” You snicker, she licks her lips and bites it making a soft tut sound, knowing she’ll be in for a ride. Your tongue glides in her mouth, allowing her to take you in, that doesn’t last long as you glide your tongue down her neck, licking her every flavour, slowly making your way down to her abdomen where you spread her legs wide open so your tongue can meet with her clit. You lay your tongue flat on her tongue, making her gasp with delight.

 “Yes, y/n, you feel so good.” She praises you, making your heart beat faster.

 You flick your tongue up, making her jerk with excitement. “Fuck, yes, keep going.” She urges, now her turn to beg, allowing your hunger for her to grow stronger. You feel a warm slick coat your chin.

 “Hmph, you’re wet already? How pathetic.” You tease.

 You continue to suck on her clit, taking her in with fire and desire, with every suck, her moans deepen, her speech stutters, rendering her speechless with every move you make.

 “Shit, baby, I’m close.” She exclaims.

“Already?” You speak with pride.

“Your performance last round had me riled up, but anyways, keep going, don’t stop.”

 You leave her pulsating and wet clit, her being so wet, her juices spread to your tongue. You make your way to her entrance; she welcomes you in by pushing your head closer to her pussy entrance.

 You tease her more, “patience is a virtue.”

 “Baby, please, I’m so close.” She exclaims, while grabbing your hair, the sting hurts so good. You stick your tongue in, going in and out while devouring her juices and folds, sucking with every might you have. She likes it, loves it. Her pulling gets harder and harder, as you go down on her harder and harder.

 “Fuck, yes, right there.”

 And with one final insert, you hook your tongue up, hitting her g-spot.

 “OH MY GOD Y/N, YES, FUCK.”

 You kiss her pussy, helping her ride out the orgasm, as she did you.

 As you both sit up, both of you guys start laughing,

 “hahaha, fuck what a night.”

“I agree, I’m so glad you came over.”

“Always, for you.” You stood up throwing on your sweats, the same ones, Jenna eagerly tore off when the night started, you head towards the kitchen and grab two waters and a few snacks.

 “Here, love, drink and eat up.”

“Thank you, amor.” She reaches out for you, taking you in so your head rests upon her chest, hearing her heart beat with might.

 Your heart matches hers, well to be fair, she has yours, but did you have hers?

 “Jen?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re so beautiful, you know that.”

She smiles, “I made you cum that good? Haha, you’re beautiful too.” She says back, kissing your forehead.

 “Well, I should probably go, early day tomorrow.” She says to you, while sitting up.

“Wait Jen, why don’t you stay the night?”

“That’s nice of you, love, but you know I can’t”.

“You know,” you start, about to take a very big leap and confess your love to her. “If we were to make us official, we wouldn’t have to hide and sneak around.”

 With an apologetic gaze, she furrows her eyebrows and looks down at her feet.

 “What?” She questions.

“Us, official, no one occupies my heart but you.”

“Y/n… You’re a great friend, and I love you so so so much, but we can’t, I’m sorry.”

 She scrambles for her bag and starts heading towards the door, she turns the handle and as you hear the click, she turns back at you.

 “We’re just sex y/n.”

 ~~

It’s been a week since your unrequited love mishap and not even an ‘I’m sorry from her’, work has been awkward, you’re an actress and so is Jenna, so hiding the way you both truly feel was an ease, feeling the sorrow was another thing, the only contact you and her made was during scenes, however, it didn’t help that you’re each other’s love interests. But lucky for you, it’s Friday, meaning you could wallow in self-pity for the entire weekend, you know you should try to get over her but when the stars aligned for you, how could you get over her?

 That night, after drowning your sorrows in pistachio ice cream a bunch load of gummy candy, chips, and takeout, accompanied by a Twilight marathon. Just before you call it a night, you hear 3 loud knocks, who could be at your door at nearly 2am in the morning? With caution, because you weren’t expecting anyone, when your sight aligns with the peep hole, your heart and stomach drops. Jenna. Confusion takes over you, what was Jenna doing at your apartment at 2am? She didn’t text you either, you see a mixture of rain and sweat on her forehead with loose pieces of hair sticking to her, making you giggle. You open the door.

 “Jenna? What’re you doing here.”

 “Hi, hi.” She says shivering, her arms hugging herself, to keep herself warm, her leather jacket wasn’t doing the job.

 “Oh, yes, sorry, come in, I’ll get you a blanket.”

 She takes a step in and takes off her wet shoes and stumbles her way towards your couch. You on the other hand make your way towards the guest bedroom and grab a spare blanket from the dresser, too occupied to see her stumbling. You make your way towards her and wrap her in the blanket.

 “Jen, are you okay? What’re you doing here?”

 “Hmmm,” she smiles and leans towards your shoulder, “I miss you y/n, baby.” She slurs.

 You scrunch your eyebrows as your realisation sets in, “Jen, are you drunk?”

 “Mhmhm, what a detective you are.”

 “Love, are you okay? How’d you get here?” You raise your concern.

 “Yesssss, duhhhhhh, and UUUUUBERRRRRRR, c’mon baby. I was at the local bar, and the bartender was my therapist, and as each second lingered, the thought of-.” You see her cheeks inflate, that’s not good. You know that sign all too well.

 “Oh! Jen here, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

 “No, I’m fine.” She assures.

 “Okay, fine, but here drink some water and eat something.”

 “You’re too good to me y/n. I don’t deserve you, anyway, the thought of you grew strongerrrrrrrrr.”

 Your heart races, does she know what she’s telling me? You try to brush it off, but your heart grew stronger and the blood in your cheeks rises, making you heat up and your cheeks blush. When you thought she couldn’t make you blush even more, she grabs your face, bringing you an inch away from hers, you can feel her breath and hear her breathing.

 “Y/n, I’m sorry for what I said, I-I was just scared, I love you.”

 With those three words, you were sure your heart stopped.

 “Jen…”

 “Shh don’t speak, just kiss me.”

 “No, baby, I can’t, you’re drunk.”

 “Boooooo, I miss your lips, but like you said, my heart is yours, and yours only, the love I have only speaks your name and the stars aligned for us that day, no soul could compare to yours, the one that fulfills mine.”

 You were silent. So silent, you swear your quickening heart beat filled the room.

 “Y/n, say something, please.”

 “Jen,” you pause, “you don’t mean that, we’re just sex, remember?” You see the light in her eyes sadden, you feel sorry for reminding her, but to be fair, she broke your heart first. “Come here.” You embrace her and provide her with comfort, her scent was heaven, like a vanilla soft serve or freshly baked cookies. She kisses your neck, with her soft plump lips, that alone had you weak in the knees, that alone nearly made you fold, that alone brought your sorrows back knowing she’s drunk and doesn’t mean what she’s saying, it’s just her guilt talking. You keep repeating. You feel her head relax, which means she fell asleep, you giggle, lifting her up and you make your way towards your bedroom, placing her down gently, taking off her jacket and placing your hoodie on her, which was always too big for her. You place a water bottle on the side table and some snacks, in case she got hungry or thirsty, which is a guarantee when drunk. You take a deep breath and take her beauty in, no words could exult her beauty, as you turn away you hear her mumble,

 “Y/n, stay.”

 As much as you want to, you know you can’t, you couldn’t, she wouldn’t remember tonight and she can’t wake up confused in your bed with you right next to her, God, what would she think then?

 “Goodnight, amor, sleep tight.”

 And with that, you leave your room with a heavy heart, you take another deep breath and with that, you pass out on your couch.

 When you woke, you take a second to remember the events of last night, lucky for you, Jenna wasn’t awake yet, so you decide to make some breakfast for the two of you, preparing yourself for any awkwardness that will ensue. You whip up waffles, eggs with spinach, bacon, and some chicken tenders to go with the waffles and a cantaloupe smoothie.

 When Jenna woke, she had a raging headache, no shit, she drank so much last night it could knock a few people out but despite her small stature, she was no light weight. However, there was one feeling that ached her, that was worse than the headache, despair, regret, sorrow, every connotation, she felt it, the smell of sweet cinnamon and savoury bacon calmed her down, knowing it was in your nature to do this for her, it felt like home, maybe this is home, but she shakes the feeling away as embarrassment seeps in. Fuck. What did I do, what am I doing here.

 As you set the food out onto the table she walks out of the room and glances at you with a soft smile.

 “Morning,” she says softly.

 “Morning, Jen, uh, here have some food, and there’s Panadol in the cabinet for your headache, I know you have one.” Taking a soft hit at her.

 She couldn’t help but giggle, she knows you know her too well, and she knows you too well as well, she knows you were watching Twilight despite it not being on when she stumbled into your living room.

 “Uh, look, y/n.”

 That’s not good, last time she said that she was rejecting your love, but either way you brace yourself for what’s about to happen.

 “Thank you for all this, I really do appreciate it, but.”

 “I know.” You cut her off. By now, you don’t know what takes a hold of you, but you don’t stop speaking.

 “We’re just sex, well we were just sex, I don’t know what we are anymore Jen, you haven’t spoken to me this entire week.”

 “Only because you’ve been avoiding me y/n.” She stabs back.

 “And whose fault is that?” Instant regret sets in. You see her eyes water. Fuck.

 “I don’t even know why I came here; it was a mistake.” She exclaims in monotone voice.

 “Well,” you keep going, omg, y/n shut up, before you make this worse. “Let me remind you, you come to me, unannounced, drunk, and a mess, the first time we’ve properly talked in a week, and you pour your heart out, telling me how much you love me and how your love is only meant for me.” You try your hardest to keep the tears in, but Jenna? Tears were rolling down her face.

She sniffles, “yeah, okay, you know what? I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have said those things, I don’t even know why I did, I DIDN’T MEAN IT.” She raises her voice, making your heartstrings snap.

 “What?” You quiver.

 “Yeah, that’s right, I never meant a single thing, my love isn’t yours, I. AM. NOT. YOURS. I never loved you, I was just drunk, nothing I said was the truth, so don’t get your hopes up.”

 Silence.

 “So, now you’re quiet? Pathetic.” She spits. She grabs her jacket and starts heading towards the door, “the stars never aligned for us. It was all in your head, I never loved you, in any way. I just used you, used you for sex, mediocre sex, might I add.”

 “You don’t mean that.” The tears building up, you don’t know how long you can hold it in.

 “Yes, yes, I do. Nothing I said was real, no I love you was. Everything I said was a lie, everything I said last night was an even bigger lie, I just wanted sex and plus I was drunk, did you really think I shared the same feelings?”

 You gulp.

 “You’re pathetic and I’m just a good actress, and apparently an even better one when drunk.” And with that she slams your door shut.

 Your body is filled with so many emotions you can’t even begin to name one, anger, hatred, lust, love, sorrow, despair, regret. But there was one thought clear in your head, even when your heart is collapsing on itself.

Wish you were sober.

~~

@pimpcesskm

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[rootbeerworshiper]

Normal (part 4)

pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: smuttttt, fem!recieving, switch characters lowkey, swearing as always, drinking alcohol

this took so long for literally no reason but i had sm fun writing it so i hope you enjoy reading!!

pt1 pt2 pt3

love, sienna

flashback!!

“Matty come here!” i yell as i run towards the swings. it was a beautiful August day in Somerville and me, Matt, Chris, Nick, and Nate just entered the local park after buying slurpees.

Matt follows close behind “wait up!” he yells out as i continue running, slurpee still in hand, a blue tint on his lips.

the other three walk further behind, a little less eager to go on the swings. “how much would you bet they get together?” Nick asks his youngest brother, motioning to Matt and i now on the swings together.

Chris thinks for a moment. “honestly, i don’t know if Matt will ever man up, bro puts himself in the friend zone” he laughs, taking another sip of his cherry slurpee.

“true, look at them” Nick gestures once more to us on the swings, our swings now linked together so we can swing at the same time. “so incredibly hopeless” they continue walking towards us

Nate speaks up after practically chugging his slurpee “one hundred bucks they start dating before we’re 25”

“easy money, my man Matt isn’t confessing till he’s on his death bed” the two shake on it, making Nick laugh, no one expecting this bet to come into play later in life.

end of flashback!!

the thing about the friend group is that when Abigail confessed her feelings for Matt, Nick immediately told Chris, not being able to keep the information to himself. The two of them were also aware that their brother reciprocated the feelings, even if he didn’t flat out say it until later in life.

this is why both boys are very aware of the awkward dynamic that has infiltrated the group, just neither of them knew fully why.

i get in my car and sigh as my phone connects to bluetooth. i had no reason to be stressed, me and Matt are technically on good terms, but i can’t help but regret my past actions.

if i had known he was into me i would have said something, and he probably thought the same thing.

it’s a weird feeling, thinking about what we could have been. what we could be.

i hate knowing that he moved on, that i missed my one chance. it’s silly, i mean i was in high school, we probably would have had a cringey breakup and gone back to being friends or something.

but i can’t help but mourn what would’ve been, what would’ve been my life if i hadn’t kissed some random guy at winter formal.

if i had just said something. if i had-

i have to stop. it’s torture knowing that he liked me at one point, but there’s no going back now, and things aren’t normal anymore.

i press my playlist, opting for happier songs to cheer me up from my now hopeless mood. it’s not a long drive to the triplets house, we made sure of that when we first moved to LA.

when i do finally arrive, i push down the never ending thoughts of Matt and get out of my car.

i don’t bother knocking, i just walk right in and take my shoes off, something the triplets don’t do that drives me insane.

i see Nick first which i’m grateful for, his smile always helps distract me. based on the way it turns into a slight look of pity i can tell he knows somethings wrong with me but before he can ask Chris yells. “Abigail do you want a root beer or a pepsi”

i shake my head, smiling again. “when the fuck have i ever wanted pepsi?” i reply back, Matt still no where to be seen. Chris tosses me a root beer and joins me and Nick in the living room, cracking open his second pepsi of the day.

the three of us talk as if everything’s normal, although i can tell they both know that things are not normal. eventually Matt joins us and although it’s incredibly awkward, i missed talking to him.

“wait your guys’ warehouse has a hot tub right?” i ask, we had been talking for a while but the combination of little sleep and bad posture was catching up to me and my back hurts like a bitch.

“oh shit you’re so real for that” Nick replies, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Chris literally beams “fuck yeah i love the hot tub i’ve been craving it so much recently” this just causes Matt to roll his eyes.

“you’re always craving the hot tub dumbass” he says, leaning back down into the couch.

“fuck you Matt stop being tough” Chris replies, now standing up. “i’m gonna get dressed and ignore Matt’s negativity” he jokes, now walking downstairs.

“he’s so over dramatic i love it” i laugh, now also standing up.

“see! it’s not just me who thinks that” Matt laughs along, sloping my arm jokingly but letting it linger for a moment longer than normal before taking it off and looking back to his brothers.

“Abi is your bathing suit still here?” Nick asks me, completely ignoring the interaction Matt and i just had, maybe it’s all in my head.

i nod and begin to walk to Nicks room where i had left said bathing suit a few weeks ago.

i put it on in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror for a moment. it’s rare that i feel attractive, especially in such little clothing, but here i am, actually happy for once with what looks back at me in the mirror.

i walk back downstairs and meet with Chris in the kitchen, now wearing some old t-shirt that Matt gave me in high school over my swimsuit. “you drinking?” i ask Chris as he grabs coolers out of the fridge.

“what does it look like i’m doing?” he says annoyingly, sometimes it’s hard to resist punching him when he says stupid shit like that.

“okay fuck you, give me some” he hands me three coolers which a carry slightly awkwardly before setting them down momentarily. “is Matt driving?”

“no we’re gonna walk” Matt says, exiting his room, now bare chested as he has yet to put a shirt on. i haven’t seen him like this in a while and woah.

Chris slaps me on the arm which i pretend to not notice as Nick walks down the stairs. “we ready to go?” he asks

we all agree and put our drinks into one of my tote bags, all while i try my best to pretend that matt’s tattoos don’t cause me to squeeze my thighs together.

it’s a short walk to the warehouse but it’s peaceful.

the streets are lit purely from street lamps and the wind from earlier has died down. this is my favourite part about summer, when it’s not too hot but just warm enough to just be wearing a a bathing suit and one large tee shirt.

i go to look at matt again almost subconsciously, just to see that his eyes were already in my direction.

when i catch him looking he snaps out of it and rejoins the conversation his brothers were having in front of him as if everything was normal.

soon enough we make it to the warehouse and opt for just walking around the side gate straight into the backyard.

i’m the first to make it to the hot tub, clearly the most eager to go inside because i open it and immediately slip my shirt off.

i feel eyes on me but i ignore it, i can’t look back, not when i think that Matt’s behind me looking at my ass.

Chris grabs the speaker and starts playing his own music which causes me to roll my eyes slightly. don’t get me wrong he has the occasional song i like but i’d way rather listen to Matt or Nicks music.

i grab my first drink of the night out of my bag and step into the hot tub. “fuck i needed this so bad” i sigh, fully sitting in the warm water and closing my eyes. “i’m so grateful for all the 13 year olds that make you rich so that i can get the benefits of it”

the boys all laugh momentarily. “i should record you and put it on a tea page, just expose you to all the fans” Matt jokes, now sitting next to me in the hot tub with his own drink in hand.

i giggle and take a sip of my drink. “okay miss julia earnst”

at this point Chris is pissing himself laughing, slapping Nick on the arm as he folds. “holy fuck Abi you just do it every time” he wipes his eyes as if he was crying “we need to get you in a video for real”

“i agree the fans would love you” Nick agrees, a smile still plastered on his face.

i’ve thought about it before, and this isn’t the first time they’ve suggested me going back on their youtube channel but honestly there’s nothing i’d hate more. “being on the channel was fine when y’all had like 20k but no way can i face six million girls who all think they’re competing with me for one of you”

Matt listens to me intently before adding. “it would be a little funny though, the dating rumours and shit” he laughs as if that’s the most outlandish thing ever, like us dating is a funny concept. i try to focus on the drink in my hand and not on the boy next to me.

“what’s weird to me is that no one knows we’re still friends with you, i keep seeing posts saying they miss when we were friends with you like” Nick furrows his eyebrows and turns his head slightly for dramatic effect.

i grab my second drink and immediately start sipping on it, i needed to de stress and getting drunk in a hot tub was very tempting.

we all take for another hour, saying outlandish things and constantly bickering and then immediately making up again. it’s the dynamic that i’ve grown fond of.

at this point i’m 4 drinks in and considering my low tolerance, i feel great. unfortunately though, Chris and Nick decide to go home, something about needing to do something for content or whatever but they encourage me and Matt to stay.

i’m not in my right mind right now, normally the idea of being alone with Matt in a hot tub would have me freaking out right now but i’m not even thinking about that.

well until he speaks. “do you ever think about high school?”

“of course i think about high school what do you mean?” i furrow my eyebrows, god this kid takes forever to get a point across.

“well like the butterfly effect or whatever. i always think about what i could’ve done differently” he says, crushing the can of his 5th drink of the night in his hands. god his hands.

“i guess” i think for a moment, looking up at the starts that splatter across the sky. “what would you do differently? you know in high school or what not”

he’s silent for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts. “honestly?” i look to him and nod, now feeling that god awful feeling of love brew in my stomach. i hate how easy it is for him to cause that. “i would’ve kissed you”

my jaw literally drops. “what? when?” i don’t even know what to think, i just need an explanation.

“there was one time when i was really close to doing it, we snuck out for the first time to get energy drinks at the gas station in like sophomore year, remember?” i nod, literally speechless. “well i had already kissed you at that point, you know at the party, and i watched you as you looked at the stars while you laid in the grass and you looked so kissable and i was this close” he says, gesturing with his hands “but i went to lean in and then you said something about some kid from school and so i stopped.”

i stay quiet for a moment unsure of what to say, but he talks again. “i guess i just wonder what would’ve happened if i kissed you then. where would we be now?” he looks at the stars now, avoiding eye contact with me as i gawk at him.

Matt has never been the type to be bold, so part of me knows that the alcohol has something to do with this confession, but there’s no way he doesn’t mean it at all.

i clear my throat. “i think if you kissed me then, that we’d be kissing right now, you know butterfly effect and all”

i am also not the type to be bold. yet here i am.

i look at him, no words needed. the sense of boldness has yet to die down and so i pick my hand off the seat of the hot tub and place it on his leg, looking for any form of discomfort in his eyes.

he seems to be looking at me for the same. we both know exactly what it is we want in this moment, so when i move my hand closer to his inner thigh i know what he’s asking. “yeah?” he asks simply and i nod. “i need words Abigail. i need to know what you want.”

“i want you to put that bossy mouth to better use” i reply, and it’s like i can see a switch in his eyes as he smirks.

he leans into me hungrily, as if he’s been wanting to kiss me forever. he places his hands on my waist and i quite literally moan from the feeling, all i get in response is the feeling of him smiling on my mouth. proud.

i don’t like the power he knows he has over me, so i decide to change that. i move my hand that’s on his inner thigh slowly, delicately inching closer to where i know he wants me most, all while kissing him relentlessly.

i could kiss him forever, but as my hand grazes over his trunks and he stops, i know i have more important things to do with my mouth.

i take it as an opportunity to kiss his neck, teasingly licking a stripe on his sharp ass jawline and he shutters at the feeling.

god i love having him like this.

“want me to touch you matty?” my hand now palming him through his trunks, my thumb effortlessly finishing his tip and rubbing circles as i wait for a response, instead he just nods eagerly.

“what happened to using our words? too hard to speak when you’re imagining my mouth around your cock hm?”

“please” he says in a whimper that goes straight down to my core.

i kiss him again, mostly because i can’t get enough of his mouth. after a moment, his hands make their way to my ass and he guides me to his lap, my palms now cupping his face.

his hands have their fun exploring my body, using my ass to pull himself impossibly closer to me. i whimper slightly as i feel his dick place pressure on my core and he immediately stops kissing me as a smile forms on his face.

i rock my hips onto his, feeling him underneath me every time i lean forward, the hard feeling on my clit causing me to whimper in his ear.

“not so tough now hm?” his hands find a new purpose as they make their way to my tits, teasingly playing with the straps and playing with my nipples through the swimsuit.

“matt please” i beg, at this point i’ve given up on fighting him for dominance. he doesn’t bother fighting me either as he unties my bathing suit too and begins kissing along my collarbone. “fuck matt so good” my hands make their way to his hair and i pull slightly, feeling him moan against my chest.

he wastes no time taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other, god i’m wet. he swirls his tongue around in a way that makes me crazy, and god he’s good with his mouth.

i continue to roll my hips onto him as Matt has the time of his life with my chest, taking his time to give each breast an equal amount of attention.

my clit is throbbing at the feeling of Matt beneath me but i need more. “Matt i need- fuck” my head rolls back as he bucks his hips onto mine slightly.

“what was that pretty girl?” he uses his hands to push me closer to him making me clench around nothing. “cmon tell me what you want”

i bite my lip, he hasn’t slowed his pace and is now placing teasing kisses under my ear. “i need your hands. i need you to-“ i shiver as his hands replace where his trunks were moments prior.

he turns us around so that i’m now underneath him and he lifts me to sit on the edge of the hot tub, leaning against the lid.

he rubs me through my swimsuit bottoms before taking his hand off my heat and instead teasingly playing the the hem. i moan audibly once more, now extremely sexually frustrated.

all i get in response is a shallow laugh while he continues to play with me. i cant take this anymore i’m literally gonna go insane.

so i take matters into my own hands, literally.

i grab his right hand to stop it from toying with my bathing suit and slide my bottoms to the side, placing his hand exactly where i want it.

this just causes him to shutter at the motion. “god i’d love to be mad at you but that’s got as fuck” and he puts his hands to work, placing pressure on my clit before lifting his hand off of me temporarily.

before i can protest him stopping he spits right onto my clit and i watch as it drips down through my folds, he seems to be watching just as intently.

“i’ve been wanting to do this forever” he begins kissing my inner thighs, teasing again. “needed so badly to have you just like this, fucking soaked all for me” just as i’m about to complain, his tongue makes context with my clit, licking up and down painfully slowly.

i cant do anything else in return other than grab his hair and thrust my hips forward slightly, needing more. “you’re so greedy, let me have my fun pretty girl. gonna make you feel so good”

he immediately inserts two fingers into me, causing an embarrassing reaction from me as my body tenses up and my head rolls back.

his tongue continues flicking on my clit, gently but still insanely fast, this alone would be enough for me to finish, but when he begins to curl his long fingers exactly where i need them- god help me.

i’m a moaning mess at this point, tugging at his hair and rolling my hips around, chasing the high that’s brewing in my stomach. his fingers reach exactly where my own couldn’t and i feel literally tears form in my eyes.

his pace doesn’t slow once, still relentlessly giving me pleasure in every way he can. “matt i’m gon-“ i moan again, literally speechless.

i feel him smirk underneath me as his already fast pace somehow increases, giving me exactly what i need to push me over the edge.

my thighs squeeze around his head as my body shocks through an orgasm and i feel him moan underneath me.

he takes his time, slowly coming to a stop and ending with one final kiss to my now sensitive clit as he comes up to meet my face. “that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he laughs into a kiss with me and after a few seconds we pull away, i’m still out of breath.

“no one’s ever made me feel like that before holy fuck” i sigh, looking at him with with lust in his eyes. “needing me to return the favour pretty boy?” i place my hand on his abs teasingly.

he just laughs. “when i said that was the hottest things i meant it, i was done the moment you were done” he leans back in to kiss me yet again, clearly addicted to it.

we kiss for a moment longer, both tired and still noticeably under the influence.

authors note: hey…. was not planning on writing that and then… well yk🤗

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[pianostarinwonderland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZUL

i have nothing prepared for you except my wet soppy thoughts

maybe i might rush write something bc i do have a few ideas on what to write

fucking breathes

the best. fucking. groovy. ever.

like everyone go home right now.

I have tried to think of every way they could make him look good but it ends up being how they could fuck it up because I’m gonna be honest, a lot of Azul’s recent cards are either decent or not hitting that well 🤡🤡

but this. THIS.

HOLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCK IT’S EVERYTHING

THE LIGHTING . THE THE FUCKING FUCK.

TEH ? VMS LISTEN. HE'S THE CHARACTER FOR EVIL SMIRKS, SO OFC THIS SERIES OF EVIL GROOVIES WAS GONNA BE PERFECT FOR HIM BUT BU T BU T

THIS IS SOOOOOO GOOOD. LIKE??????? DEADASS THE BEST ???? SMIRK??????? HE'S EVER MADE?????????? AND HE LOOKS SOOOO MUCH LIKE HIMSELF

THIS IS ALSO THE BEST ANGLE WE'VE EVER GOTTEN THAT SHOWS HIS 'BALD' SIDE AND THAT'S S OGUFKCKNGJ GOOD

AND AND

🧍‍♀️

h

he hey sir.

your hand looks cold.

m mm mind if i h hh hh hhhh hhol— gunshots are fired

ADN CAN I JUST

CRY ABOUT

PART OF YOUR WORLD BEING THE PAINTING LIKE LEI EK JLGSLKGNLSKDNGOADSNGOAINSAONGOAISNGI0AOHGIOAHGSDHIFGHSDOIGFHNSDINGIDSNJGKVDS

FUCKKKKK THIS WAS WHAT I'VE WANTED FOR THE PAST FWE MONTHS

THE PART OF YOUR WORLD SEGMETJKNJENJKSNGFNDKSJNGKSDKGNSDKLNGLSDGNDSLGS

FUCKGN ISN FCYRING

LISTEN LISTEN.

LISTEN.

I WILL DROP A HOT TAKE RIGHT NOW

THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG THAT DEFINES AZUL IS NOT POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS BUT IT'S PART OF YOUR WORLD

AZUL'S SCHEMING AND CUNNING IS DEFINITELY FROM URSULA AND IS REFLECTED SOOOO MUCH IN POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

BUT HIS DREAMS

HIS GOALS

HIS AMBITIONS AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE

PART OF YOUR WORLD REFLECTS THAT.

AZUL WOULD NOT BE AZUL IF IT WASNT FOR PART OF YOUR WORLD

AND THE SPECIFIC PART THEY SHOW OF PART OF YOUR WORLD. IT'S THE PART WHERE ARIEL WAS DETERMINED TO GET TO THE SURFACE

THAT'S LITERALLY AZUL

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OUGOSHGHSODGHSUGUDSOHGODSGHOSDGDSGOSDHGISDOSDNGDGDSNGNSDOIGNIONAONGNAONSGIOSOGA

ok and can i just

scream about his story

BECAUSE. GOD FUCK THAT STORY LEFT ME DEAD.

loike like AZUL TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDMA?????

THE SECOND BDAY STORY IN A ROW THAT HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HIS GRANDMA RAISED HIM AND AND HOW SHE'S BEEN SUCH A BIG INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE

he's a grandma's boy ouhghfohfgf he loves his grandma sm he respects her and cherishes her goddddddddd

i love how he's aware that true compassion comes from not just spoiling someone but also disciplining them and whatnot

it adds to the balanced theme that he has going on

i also just rly love in general that azul loves and respects the maternal figures in his life not only because it makes him more respectable but also because it ties in with the feminism theme that you find in the little mermaid (whether animated or live action)

then then THE WHOLE LIKE,,, PART WHERE AZUL TELLS JAMIL THAT HE WAS SO SURPRISED AT ALL THE NEW SCENTS ON LAND THAT HE WAS SNIFFING AROUND LITERALLY

i first saw that part in an out of context screenshot, where jamil's like "lol haha you were just sniffing around everywhere omg" and i was like HUH?????

@/doom on twt also pointed out that it might be why Azul's into colognes and i think i shuold just be defenestrated at this point from how insane i've been goign

THE BARBEQUE PART THO

IT'S SO CUTE

AZUL, FLOYD, AND JADE DOING A BARBECUE....... WHEN THEY BARELY KNEW ABOUT LAND CULTURE AND PHYSICS................

AND THEY BURNT EVERYTHING LMAOOOO AND THE TWEELS BLEW SMOKE INTO HIS FACE THAT WAS JUST SO CUTE HONESTLY

jamil's like wow that sounds funny haha and honestly same jamil same

AND THEN THE PART WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT THE PR FOR NRC

god typical azul for doing it so that he can boost himself before graduatign

but i also got a lil emotional on that part not gonna lie bc he's Still grabbing opportunities to achieve his goals and he's working hard for them and god honestly that's one of the main reasons why i fell for him and i still love him for it

i also like

fucking died over his voiced line s

wtf

wtf are those lines

azul actually talking about love and crushes in his groovy....... but it's just him saying it's great cause he can exploit it lmaoooo

babe you're gonna be a disaster when you actually like someone i know it

jamil's already bordering on it, but if you actually end up liking Liking someone it's so over

personally what really fucking sent me though was Azul going "I take art as one of my courses so I can explain to you any painting you're interested in" LIKE

CMON.

CMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

lore on NRC courses???

but also the way that's phrased sounds like art is an elective you can opt to take ? ?

and he CHOSE to take art? //? /

hELL O

AHAHFAHSHFOIAHSIOFHIOASHFIAS THE ARTIST IN ME IS GOING AWAOHOAHGOAH

ofc Azul looks at art in a business sense, but i love that he's so wiling to branch out and rly appreciate it

cause how many ppl out there put down art :')) employers in particular are really iffy about this

Azul's also designed mostro lounge so you know he has his own style

also wtf Azul, you have your tentacles in business, in science and maths (science would be chemistry ish because of alchemy and arithmetic is Literally listed as his talent), and now in the arts

just.

just

man

happy birthday ashengrotto. take my tears and my insanity for now until i can writey ou smth better

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #azul ashengrotto

[blue-jisungs]

HELLO ALEXA 👀👀 i see ur a fellow polish person i. This community so i decided to check out ur blog and omg??? Ur writing is so good 😭

Anyways i was thinking of requesting maby a little Imagnie of surprising beomgyu on their recent tour, like he spots his s/o from the crowd,

I think this is such a cute idea , no rush ofc!

Also could i please be added to ur taglist 🫶🏻 thank u !

reunion

a/n. HELLO!!! thank you sm for such kind words <33 ii tried adding you to the taglist but i couldnt tag you?? ALSO sorry you had to wait for so long for it + tje imagine :( so long that even the tour ended BYE i hope u don’t mind it turned a bit… angsty 🏃‍♀️💨

summary. moas is think that the lyrics of blue spring are the reason why beomgyu teared up during the last concert of their tour but really, it’s not it

warnings. cursing ++ a bit angst / comfort ?

the tour has been emotional for them. beomgyu missed you, he thought he might go insane if he won’t hold you in his arms soon. sure, you called each other but it was difficult; knowing you sacrifice your sleep to talk to him or just to see him (due to the time zones or just the fact that you both were free during evening/late night hours). he needed to hold you; kiss you. beomgyu is a lover, he loves with all of his heart. and it was his first tour without you by his side.

so even though there was a bitter feeling of their last concert right now, he knew you’ll be together again; soon.

coming back backstage from “farewell neverland” to have a wardrobe change, he could slowly feel the exhaustion hit his body. moas were waiting for them (well, they didn’t know they will be back) so he has to be strong.

entering his change room quickly and wiping the sweat of his forehead, he realised his makeup artist is gone. where are they? he only has maximum five minutes before coming back so– right, he has to change.

just when he pulled the t-shirt, there was a knock on his door.

“yes, come in” he called, grabbing his water bottle. watching the door, brows furrowed in worry – because why the hell is the makeup artist taking so damn long? – he froze. “y/n?”

you let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. beomgyu dropped the water bottle (that was luckily closed) and ran up to you, heart skipping a beat. in a blink of an eye his arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid you’ll disappear into thin air.

“are you real?” he mumbled into your shoulder, the feeling of your hands wrapping around his neck causing shivers to go down his spine.

“i am, gyu. it’s me” you giggled, caressing his hair in a soothing motion. his heart did a flip at the sound of the nickname rolling off your tongue; god, he missed that so much.

choking back a sob he leaned away and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks. eyes scanning your face carefully, taking in all your facial features as if he was about to forget the second he looked away.

“one minute!”

“fuck” he grunted, letting out an airy laugh. you could see his eyes watering.

“hey… i won’t disappear. go out there, sing beautifully for moas as you always do and then we’ll have all the time in the world” you said, placing your hands on top of his “i will watch you on the… tv thingy”

“i missed you so much” beomgyu whispered, heart swelling in his chest. he leaned in, wanting to kiss you but kai appeared out of nowhere and pulled him by his arm. it all happened so fast he didn’t even realise.

going back on stage to sing “blue spring”, beomgyu was an emotional mess, a bubble mere moments from popping. he thought it’s because the song itself is touching but the truth was, it was a lot. the song, the fact it’s their last concert and also in such a big venue and… you. you were waiting backstage for him, after all those months of seeing just your face through the screen.

he didn’t even feel the tear running down his cheek, only realised when it got hard to sing. his breath got stuck in his throat, hands shaking. if they weren’t sitting, beomgyu wouldn’t be so sure if he could stand still.

others looked at him, only kai aware that you’re here. he sent beomgyu a reassuring smile.

beomgyu promised himself to finish the song, trying to hold in the tears. his glossy eyes shone when his close up appeared on the screen, causing moas to… sadden. seeing beomgyu like this was never fun, for anyone.

at this point, moas could hear his uneven breathing and single tears trailing down his cheeks. beomgyu was holding on by a thread, knowing that he’ll fall apart soon.

once the song was over, he turned around and quickly wiped his tears. fighting for a best smile for moas, he waved and tried to focus on the arena in front of him. taehyun gave him a small pat on the shoulder, nodding.

the moas in front of him were teary eyed, too. clutching his shirt, he sent them a reassuring smile that said everything will be okay. they slowly left the stage.

he quickly got back to his changing room, where you were. opening the door, seeing you again — this time knowing, he won’t have to go away — he broke down. harsh sobs leaving his mouth, shaky hands reaching out to hold you.

“hey, gyu… it’s okay” you mumbled, feeling yourself break too. he was murmuring some incoherent words and when his body met yours, they became a unaudiable mess.

“i love you” was all you could hear as his arms held you even closer to him. your presence, warmth; beomgyu finally felt at peace, as if a heavy burden was taken off his heart.

“i’m here now, not going anywhere. let it out, gyu” you reassured him through your own tears and sobs. hiding his head in your neck, he listened to you.

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[finntheehumaneater]

An Ego Thing (Final Part?)

part one, part two, part three

Hallo everybody! It is around 01:45 where I am, and I am so fucking tired. BUT I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. MAYBE. I HAVEN’T DECIDED. Anyways, enjoy, and let me know your thoughts because I have never done something like this before and I don’t know if I ended it well.

I posted this on an update thing a few days ago, but I thought it was funny, so I’m going to post it again:

I also did not go over his like…at all. Because if I do it in the morning and not post it now, I won’t end up posting it for like another week, getting caught up on all the little details. So I’m sorry if literally none of this makes any sense. Sorry.

(This part is best enjoyed listening to Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan, for no other reason than that’s the song that I remember listening ti while writing this. And you legally have to listen to it while reading this. And then maybe listen to his most recent album…who knows. I’m just emotionally attached to this man)

(Call Your Mom is also a good song to listen to while reading, but specifically the one with Lizzy McAlpine in it that came out a few days ago)

enjoy :)

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What in the actual fuck was he doing? Sitting in his van outside of Steve’s house. He must’ve been insane. He was insane.

He turned off the van and got out of the car, shoes hitting on the icy sidewalk in a way that almost made him slip, and—god fucking damnit—he could hear the music from outside. How loud was it in the house, then? Louder than he wanted it to be.

With a shuddering breath, he carefully walked up the driveway to Steve’s house, staying more on the lightly snowed-over grass than his icy driveway (apparently the salt didn’t make it there, either). His hands were shaking, more than he wanted to admit, as he opened the door, and—

Fuck.

That music was loud.

It smelled like alcohol and nicotine, which was weird, because Eddie knew that the smell of cigarette smoke bothered Steve, now (and Steve had made Eddie stop smoking around him, which was a big ask). He pushed past many groups of drunk girls that all smiled a bit too widely at him, so he just smiled back politely and then kept walking.

Steve wasn’t anywhere. Some of the girls were shooting him weird looks as he gently (or at least tried to be) pushed past, walking around empty beer cans and a few abandoned t-shirts, their owners nowhere to be seen.

Eddie wasn’t going to panic. Sure, he was in a loud place full of people and they kept bumping into him, but he wasn’t going to panic. It wasn’t like he wanted to curl up in the corner of the room and put his hands over his ears—because he liked music. Except when it wasn’t his music. And when he didn’t choose to put it on.

There were a few people standing off to the side, who were having a quiet, and hushed conversation, looking over at him occasionally. He ducked his head low and walked away from them, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, just in case anyone noticed that he hadn’t exactly been invited.

He had done so much illegal shit, and this was the thing that was making him feel guilty?

No—not guilty, anxious. He was feeling anxious—mostly about having to talk to Steve about why he had kissed him. He was still—and very stubbornly—both with and against the idea of telling him.

As hard as he tried, it was getting too much. He kept tripping over empty bottles and cups, bumping into girls who looked drunk out of their minds, so he took the stairs, only to find more people hovering around the next floor of the house. He squeezed through them and knocked on the bathroom door, needing a quiet place to sit before he kept trying to look for Steve.

He secretly hoped that he wouldn’t find him. He didn’t want to lose another friend just because he had made a fucking mistake. 

“Fuck off,” a voice from the other side of the door bit back in response to his knock, the voice sounding raspy and wet—damp and stiff, like the person had been crying.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand—which was still shaking—from the handle. “Shit, no need to—“

Hold on.

Fucking—Hold on.

He knew that voice.

“Steve…?” He whispered hesitantly, leaning a bit closer to the wood of the door to try and hear the person's response over the sound of the music. There was a very long pause, and then some scuffling noises. And then a quiet, softening voice, which immediately hardened over again. 

“Eds…? Fuck…”

“Stevi—Steve…can I come in?” This is not what he had wanted to happen. He had wanted to find Steve and bring him away from all of the noise, talk to him in the quietness of his van, or the small clearing in the woods behind Steve’s house that was only a minutes walk—not long enough to avoid a small, build up conversation to what he actually wanted to say.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” 

There was a click and then the door opened slightly, which Eddie took as an invitation to slip inside, only to find Steve grabbing his arm and quickly tugging him inside, shoving him away towards the now-closed door. Eddie felt all too cornered, like this. Much more than he had felt with Robin, but in a worse way, since he knew that Steve wasn’t going to actually hurt him in the ways that Robin was thinking about before Eddie had explained everything to her.

He held up his hands in surrender, his eyes widening. “…Hi.”

“Hi.” Steve whispered, glaring at him and sitting down with his back pressed against the side-wall of the bathtub. 

“This is an odd place to hang out, don’t you think?” Eddie mused quietly, sliding down the door, the tile floor cold beneath him. The bathroom was small enough that his and Steve’s knees nearly touched. “Robin mentioned you having done this before.”

“This—this isn’t like with me and Robin. This is different.” Steve said, looking away, his eyes a bit glassy. Come to think of it—Eddie had never really seen Steve cry, before. Maybe it was because Steve didn’t cry much, or because Eddie didn’t know what to do and would panic—just getting up and getting Robin before something actually happened.

And, now that he was thinking…he didn’t know what happened at Starcourt mall before it burned down. He couldn’t even really remember what Robin had said to him about it—something about a meaningful conversation and drugs, too close in a bathroom stall at the movie theater…something about that stupid work uniform that Eddie wished Steve still owned, because he would have loved to have been able to see him in it up close. Not that he had the courage to go up to Steve and talk to him when the mall was still standing.

He had always just passed by—albeit one too many times, and mostly on purpose— just to see if Steve was still there. But there was no way in hell that anything between him and Steve would’ve happened if he had gone up and said hi, maybe ordered some ice cream, just to get to stay a bit longer without it getting too awkward.

He wished he had said hi. 

“I never said it was.” Eddie muttered, sighing and leaning his head back against the door. “Look, Steve—“

“Don’t just—just don’t, okay? I-I’m not mad at you or anything anymore, okay? It’s…it’s fine.” Steve whispered, his head dropping down two arms the floor slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, his arms having a death grip on the top of his knees, fingertips red from the force of holding on, almost like he would shatter and crack, would slip through the vent grate and be lost forever if he didn’t hold himself together then and there.

Eddie wanted to reach out and touch Steve’s hands, to move them off of his knees and hold them in his own, telling him to relax and to tell him why he had kissed him. Why he…liked him. A word that still didn’t sit right on his tongue. But he didn’t.

But he didn’t.

“Steve—“

“No, Eddie, just—it’s fine. I-I don’t even know why you came here—“

“Steve! Please, for the love of fuck, just listen!” He snapped softly, huffing and rubbing his face over with his hands, brushing curls out of his face. “Please.”

And oh fuck, it hurt Eddie to see Steve shrink into himself slightly, immediately quiet like he was to being told to shut up—like this was normal and he already knew not to argue. But he did argue. He would tell the kids to “fuck off”, and he would glare and whine at Robin until she gave up and let him get his point across—or he would just straight up ignore her and keep talking.

Then why did he flinch when it was Eddie? When the tone he had used wasn’t even the least bit angry, just exasperated and tired—a quiet, exhausted whisper of a yell. Maybe he hadn’t said it in the tone that he thought.

“Oh…Steve…” Eddie whispered, his eyebrows pressed together in concern as he sat up a bit straighter, hands itching to just reach over and touch him. But again, he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

“It’s fine.” Steve whispered, repeating that again and again thought the conversation, like he wanted—no—like he needed Eddie to believe it. And Eddie didn’t fucking believe it for a second. 

“Stop.” Maybe he shouldn’t have used that tone, again—because Steve flinched again, his breath hitching. It really wouldn’t do good to yell at Steve while he looked so close to tears, and seemed to have been crying even before Eddie had stumbled upon him up there.

 “Stevie…”

“Please, Eds, I—please…I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore…i’m fine…” Steve’s voice shook and his fingers gripped his knees even harder. Eddie did that, too—pinched and rugged at his skin when he got upset, when he was trying not to cry, or to let his guard down too much. At least, that’s what he assumed Steve was doing. Eddie didn’t really do as much. He was trying to get better at it.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Eddie muttered, tapping his foot gently against the side of Steve’s thigh, finally moving it from where he had previously been pressing it so hard against the floor to the point that it stung.

So maybe he did still do it. Getting better was hard, and a conscious effort that he didn’t have the energy to worry about. 

Steve loosened his hands, dropping them into his lap, his face coloring a deep shade of red as he looked away, seeming to bite back a sob as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

He was drunk.

It took Eddie long enough to realize—but he was drunk.

And he had been a bit drunk when they had been watching the movie, too. He had been drunk when Eddie had kissed him.

“Steve—“ Eddie said softly, schooching forwards slightly and resting his hand on top of the one of Steve’s that was still (lightly, now) pressed against his knee, squeezing gently and sighing. “I didn’t kiss you to be a dick, okay? Or because I thought it was some joke when you told me that you liked guys. I promise.”

Steve still looked like he wanted nothing to do with the conversation—tears finally starting to drip down his cheeks and onto Eddie’s hand—Eddie panicked, wondering if he had stepped too far with the physical contact. He was about to move his hand away from Steve’s knee, when Steve’s hand flipped around underneath Eddie’s to grip at it tightly, his other hand quickly reaching over to tug Eddie’s hand to his chest as he took in a deep, shaky breath, whispering, “I kind of wish you had kissed me like that. To—to be a dick.”

Eddie’s smile—which hadn’t really been a smile in the first place—faltered ever more as he heard that, his heart all pinched up in places as the softness and truth in Steve’s voice stabbed needles through him, leaking out any hope that this night would go well. “What…?”

“I—I wish that you had done it to be a dick.” Steve repeated, leaning in a bit closer to Eddie, if only slightly.

“N-no, no. I—I heard you, Stevie. I heard you the first time.” Eddie muttered, shifting slightly from where the cold-tile was pressing against the bottom of his thighs in a way that was now making him feel uncomfortable. “Just…what do you mean by that?”

“I—“ Steve’s voice faltered. “Because I like you. I really, really like you, a-and I knew that you kissed me because…because you liked me, too. B-but—I can’t…Eddie…” He took in another shaky breath, but it snagged weird on the edges, getting caught on all of the things that he didn’t say—all of the things that Eddie didn’t understand. The tears were coming faster now, and without thinking, Eddie reached up and cupped Steve’s cheek, wiping them away with his thumb.

He didn’t expect Steve to lean into his touch—mostly because he hadn’t expected to touch him like this at all—or even to turn his head ever so slightly and kiss the inside of Eddie’s palm, his fingers gently reaching up to curl around Eddie’s own, which were starting to shake again.

“You…you want this to go somewhere, Eds…but…a-and I do, too. But it can’t.”

That hurt Eddie even more—for Steve to give him everything he had ever wanted, to give him hope and show him how things could be, only then to rip it away out of his hands not a moment later. His voice was cracked and dry when he whispered back a soft and unsure—and slightly (no, very) disappointed, “Why…?”

“Eds…”

“If—if your worried about what other people will think, then—“

Steve shook his head, his thumb slowly rubbing across Eddie’s knuckles, in a way that Eddie would have normally loved to feel, but now just felt painful and all too real. Eddie resisted the urge to pull his hand away from Steve’s. “I-it can’t because I’m…I’m not ready for something like this.”

“Steve—“

“Let me finish, please.” Steve whispered, and his voice sounded so uncharacteristically soft compared to how he would’ve normally asked. “I mean—fuck, Eds…someone mentions the—the mall, and…and I just shut down. A-and I have a panic attack every time the lights flicker, I—“

“I know.” Eddie rushes out. “I-I know, Stevie, I know, okay? And…I just…fuck…” He trailed off when Steve’s face scrunched up even more, looking like he wanted to sob. “Fuck, Stevie….don’t…don’t cry…please..”

Steve let go of Eddie’s hands, pressing them hard against his mouth to muffle the sob that slipped out, his eyes squeezed shut as his body shook. He was drunk. Eddie reminded himself that. He was drunk. This was normal for Steve being drunk. He got sad easily when he was drunk, especially if he was with someone that he really trusted—yet this time, it felt…weird. It felt different.

Eddie sighed and then gently moved Steve a bit closer to him, ducking his head down to meet Steve’s gaze, which immediately flicked away, looking anywhere but Eddie’s eyes. “Hey…”

“Hey..” Steve choked out, the sound still softened by his hands, his eyes blinking open. Blinking past the tears that were quickly piling up.

Eddie reached up and lightly tugged Steve’s hands away, moving them down into his lap, his hands curling around Steve’s cheek. He sucked in a deep breath and then kissed Steve’s forehead, muttering against his skin, “Why’re you crying?”

He was going to be as nice as he could. Because Steve was drunk. 

(But that wasn’t the only reason and he knew it. He wanted a quiet moment like this before they went back to being ‘just friends’—)

“Because…y-you’re…you’re upset now, and—“

“Hey, hey…” Eddie whispered, leaning away from Steve slightly to look him in the eyes, gently tilting Steve’s head up to face him. “I’m not upset that you don’t want to date me, pretty boy. Promise. I’m not upset with you.”

Steve’s face scrunched up at the nickname—and Eddie knew how much he hated it (he didn’t really, but Steve would never admit that)—and the tears slowed. “Promise?”

“Mhm. I promise.” Eddie sighed and let got of Steve’s face, brushing some hair out of his face, it’s usual curl in the front droopy and messed up, which was so fucking adorable.

Steve sighed. “I…want to try, though. Even—even though I know it won’t…won’t go anywhere, but…still…” He was still looking at Eddie, Steve’s eyes scanning his face as if he was searching for some sign that Eddie really was upset with him. 

He couldn’t be more happy, actually.

“Really?” He whispered, his hand back on Steve’s knee, tapping the scratchy fabric of his jeans along to the song in the background that Eddie hadn’t even realized until then. Until it got deathly quiet when Steve had stopped crying, and when the rumbling noise of the heater had finally turned off. He had forgotten that they were even at a party in the first place.

Steve nodded, his fingertips brushing over Eddie’s rings, red marks around where the fake-silver met his skin from where Steve had pushed them against his hand with his death grip from earlier—although Eddie hadn’t really felt it. “Really..”

“Fuck—that’s—that’s great.” Eddie breathed, laughing quietly.

Steve didn’t laugh with him, but he exhaled sharply, a small smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. “I just don’t want to fuck this up…I’ve never been with a guy before.”

“We’ll go slow, alright?” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a fucking stupid smile, but he didn’t care, because he was feeling…fucking.. ecstatic, right then.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. We’ll go slow. I—I trust you.”

“That’s good.” Eddie teased, pausing and then tiling his head slightly. He could feel the best crawling back into his cheeks as he asked, “Can I…kiss you?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie had never expected that his first actual kiss with Steve Harrington would eh on the floor of the small, mostly unused bath of the Harrington house—which, by the way, smelled slightly of mold and old lavender soap. 

But he fucking loved it.

They were okay.

They were going to be okay.

Holy fuck, he couldn’t wait to tell Robin.

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(I doodle when I’m stressed, so have this tiny me contemplating my life’s choices)

AGAIN LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS I DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE HOW I POSSIBLY WRAPPED THIS UP, AND WOULD LOVE ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK FOR IF I WRITE FAN FICTION AGAIN.

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₊˚ෆ Huh? What?- k.gb

♡ sypnosis: your childhood friend gyubin had managed to bribe you into being his date to an all exclusive couple’s christmas frat party, but you know more than anyone present that you don’t belong there. the way gyubin’s been eyeing you the whole night, the slight touches here and there; the way your heart beats fast in your chest in response—none of it belongs because you’re just supposed to be friends—right?

♡ genre: fluff, slight angst? suggestive, childhood bestfriends to lovers, crack, college au, older reader,

♡ 5.3k word count

♡ warnings: suggestive, sexual innuendos, drinking mentioned, cussing, insecure reader, please let me know if there’s any you’d like me to add!

♡ nano note: hello loves! this is my first au post on here! i hope you enjoy my writing and rendition of gyubin!! also please don’t mind the fact that it’s written for christmas! i know im late rip. xoxo

It didn’t make any sense.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, nothing ever did as of recent. Parties were never your thing, so what exactly were you doing here?

You sat awkwardly on a strangers couch, your childhood bestfriend’s thighs pushed extremely close to yours as Christmas club-remixed songs blare through an expensive surround sound system. This made it impossible for you to hear conversations right in front of you.

It’s dim inside, only christmas string lights on a nearby christmas tree and on the spiral staircase give off an expensive glow—it makes you feel increasingly more poor as time ticks on.

“Okay guys! Squish together! Time to play some games!” Someone yells as more people struggled to fit on the couch and floor space around you.

You can’t help but glare at your “friend”, eyeing their neck because wow, you suddenly have the urge to strangle someone.

Today might be the day.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman! Let’s go ahead and start the game!” The party host yelled through their stupid karaoke makeshift microphone—you side eye them for their sobriety.

The egg-nog was spiked.

The hot cocoa was definitely not made with milk.

No liquid here was safe.

“Alright guys, we are going to play telephone! A very fun and unique sentence is going to be said on this side of the room, then the person to your left will whisper it to you to the best of their ability only once! If we can make it to the other end of the room with the same sentence being spoken, we have mini Jell-O shots in the shape of Christmas trees and snowmen that we can pass around! Lets start!” They say excitedly, as the eyes of the drunkards around you sparkle in delight.

Suddenly your best friend, yes the one sitting to the left of you, leans towards you to whisper out of concern.

“Are you alright? You good? Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Gyubin whispers, thick lips brushing the slightest bit against your ear lobe.

You feel you’re going to go insane.

The game hasn’t even started, but his face was already so fucking close to yours, and you swore you felt his breath down your neck.

“I-I’m fine Gyub. I’ll play.” You nervously let out, eyes never meeting his and hoping you could sink into the floor.

You feel his worried eyes on you for just a second before he’s placing his big hand on your knee.

“Remember when you fell at school that one time and almost broke your kneecap?” He whispers playfully, hand going to pat your leg in an attempt to get your mind off the current crowded area.

You roll your eyes and smack him on the shoulder, a nervous smile making it’s way to your lips.

“Shut up.” You muster as he giggles, eyes crinkling by the corners in a way that somehow calms you down a notch.

“Hey!- I carried you all the way to the infirmary and you still haven’t said thank you..” He teases, head tilting closer to make sure you can hear him.

You feel a blush surface on your face and decide to reason to yourself that it’s due to the close proximity of the pretty stranger to the right of you.

Definitely not because of your childhood best-friend on the left.

You were going to be sick.

Well, why did you even agree to come to the party? one might be asking…

You were forced!

Forced I tell you!

By none other than your idiotic and pest of a bestfriend that’s currently breathing down your neck right now.

Apparently this Christmas frat party happened every year and it had a strict policy that was enforced; bring a date.

Now, Gyubin was quite the character on your college campus; he was one of your only friends but the opposite could be said for him. He was a popular guy who was part of multiple committees and even played on the official varsity basketball team that your university was widely notorious for. He wasn’t a star player by any means, but he definitely knew and even roomed with them. His friend group were some of the cutest guys on campus too.

And your anti-social and loser ass just had to be born to his Mother’s best friend a few years before he was.

It was like every trope ever; two best friends grow up and have children that they would practically raise together in hopes that one day they’d fall in love and get married. This was the only way that they could finally have the right to officially call each other family.

It was a nightmare and you were handed the short end of the stick, but Gyubin, as annoying as he was, grew on you over the years.

You were older and always wiser, but one year he’d caught up to you in height just to surpass you completely a year later.

He’d use his height to his advantage to throw you around and mess with your things when he and his mother would visit your house, but he was also the one to fend off your bullies in highschool and carry you to the infirmary that one year when you nearly busted your kneecap at school.

He had always looked out for you, just like you had done for him.

Soon enough college came around and he was able to skip a grade and enroll into college a year after you. Suddenly, he was all grown up.

He was eye-candy for the girls on campus, and you’d always noticed the way they’d glare at you when he and his friends stopped you at school events.

Oh, he always had a girlfriend too.

But this year…something was different.

He was…single.

And now he couldn’t go to the notorious party that he attended every year.

So naturally, it was easy for him to persuade you into going with him—something you never thought you’d let happen.

All the really cool people were here; the smart girls, groupies of the sports players, people in incredibly short red skirts with the fluffy white lining on them—yeah, those one’s—you definitely didn’t belong here.

Parties were never your thing.

But Gyubin had promised he’d help you with your capstone for English or that he’d get one of his smart friends to help you. There was also the three weeks of meals he’d agreed to buy for you, but right now showing up as his date and forcing yourself to look like you were interested in Gyubin made your stomach churn with something you were very scared of.

He’d taken it all too seriously, asking you to match him with your outfit in silver and black—calling you pretty when you got in his car in the too short dress that you knew was never meant for the middle of the winter.

He’d put his arm around you whilst having to get cleared to walk into the lavish gates at the front of the property and you couldn’t deny yourself of the fact that he smelled too good in the cologne you’d gotten him for his birthday a while back.

You swore he rarely wore it despite him telling you it was his favorite cologne now, but today it was like he was drenched in the scent—and you hated that you liked it.

It had been a tense hour of mingling and being side-eyed by the girlies who lingered around some of the sports players, but things really started to change pace when more alcohol was passed around and the people who clearly came with a fake filler date started to gather on the makeshift dance floor in the center of the large living room.

You were scared out of your mind that Gyubin would leave you alone for the opportunity to mingle on the dance floor, but the opposite happened.

He stayed right by your side the whole time, even getting his pretty friend, Ricky, to help drag you into the crowd to dance.

It wasn’t long before your frown and knitted brows were softened and Gyubin was grabbing onto your hands; flailing them for you in order to get you to dance.

He laughed and laughed and in turn, the way your body awkwardly wiggled got a laugh out of you too.

Not even twenty minutes later and suddenly the DJ was urging everyone over to the couches to play games, and what do you know; your anxiety was back and worse than before.

“Alright!” The host starts, taking your mind out of your nerves and back on the expensive velvet sofa.

“Let’s start with you Jiwoong, I’ll whisper the phrase to you, then pass it on to Jina.”

You watch as the game starts, the smile on Jiwoongs face brightening as he is told the secret phrase.

“This game kind of sucks, should I tell you the wrong thing on purpose?” Gyubin whispers to you, sending you a cheeky smile.

“No! I have to talk to the next person and if you make me say something stupid I will strangle you.” You mumble, sending him another death glare.

He chuckles as his hand raises to ruffle your hair.

You go to elbow Gyubin, but are interrupted when the person to the left of him taps his shoulder.

She’s pretty; long black wavy hair framing her face in a way that gave off this elegant vibe.

You take note in the way she leans in and shields her lips to whisper to Gyubin insinuating flirtation; exposing more of her cleavage and making the guys watching from across the room salvate at the mouth.

Men.

Gross.

But what about Gyubin?

You eye the way he nods at her, almost unfazed at her touches on his shoulder and flirty demeanor.

Hmm.

Interesting.

Once his little bird brain had heard and comprehended the phrase, he shoots her the ‘okay’ gesture with his fingers and turns to you with a wide playfull smile.

You blush against your will, very aware of the many eyes currently on you.

(Definitely not because of his wide ones.)

Still, you squint your eyes at Gyubin in warning as he leans in. His hand comes into contact with the side of your cheek to whisper in your ear.

Your breath hitches when you feel his breath back near the side of your head, and you internally curse yourself to pay attention so the game runs smoothly.

“Seok Matthew has a big sack, Myung Jina is mommy—and i saw mommy kissing Santa Clause.” Gyubin whispers, rendering your brain foggy at the spicy information that you were being told.

If you remembered correctly, Jina had a longtime boyfriend, and Matthew was a new exchange student. Your eyes widen as you turn your face to search Gyubin’s for confirmation.

Gyubin’s eyebrows are raised, eyes wide, as he nods his head back at you with the most sincere look on his face. It was as if he were saying; “I’m just telling you what i was told. I can’t make this shit up.”

“Hey! You two! You only get one shot! Pass the message on.” The host says, pointing you and Gyubin out. You nod shyly but squint your eyes at Gyubin in suspicion as you turn to the handsome guy next to you.

He smiles and leans your way for you to whisper the secret, and the way dent-like-whiskers adorned the apple’s of his cheeks had you feeling even more blushy.

He was cute—and you weren’t sure you wanted to tell him this phrase.

When you lean in towards the stranger, you’re completely oblivious to the furrowing of brows on Gyubin’s face.

“Merry Christmas, Drinks at the game next week are on Seok Matthew.” You decide to whisper.

The pretty whiskered-boy looks at you with his own eyebrows raised, quite excited over the possibility of free drinks.

You chuckle and gesture for him to pass the message along, to which he does.

Just as you feel a tap from your shoulder from Gyubin, another swarm of people emerge from the backyard. There’s then a push for everyone inside to squish in further.

Your heart starts beating at the sudden movement, both of your legs pushed up against two men that you find oddly attractive. What? No. No you don’t.

“Alright people! If you can, please find a lap to sit on!” Says the host, and your neck immediately snaps over to Gyubin in shock. He seems to have the same reaction, his face morphing into a shocked expression of his own.

You shake your head at him before turning your face when you feel whiskers to your right tap your shoulder.

“Uh- I don’t mind if you sit on my lap—Oh my god! That sounds terrible, I-I promise I’m not trying to be weird-“

Whilst you fidget and blush, mind racing to figure out if this is your cue to make a run for it, Gyubin’s big hands are suddenly pulling you toward him.

“That’s okay, she’s with me.” He says firmly, cutting whiskers off with the most fake smile you’ve ever seen him plaster on his face.

You feel your ears burn and before you know it—

“Gyubin! What are you-“

In seconds you are being pulled onto Gyubin’s lap, his right hand grabbing your arm to guide you towards him and his left landing on your waist to sit you down.

Your eyes widen.

Was this really happening?

“Just sit here for the end of this round and then we can find space outside.” Gyubin whispers from behind into your hair, his hands going around your waist and touching his own elbows as he nonchalantly pulls you close.

You feel your tongue go numb.

Your brain was drained of it’s contents—thought process disappearing like it’d been stolen by a thief in the night.

y/n.exe has stopped responding.

And oh man, Gyubin was so glad that you couldn’t see how pathetically happy he was right now.

He could feel a blush creep up the nape of his neck, but he didn’t care. You smelled like cotton candy and vanilla and he had lowkey wanted to engulf you into his arms all day.

He just couldn’t help it; your shy and anxious frame had his stomach doing backflips all day and it had caused him to continuously question himself on whether or not this whole thing was a good idea.

Yes, he took a chance and asked his best-friend out, and yes, he knew that it was under the guise of him just being able to get into the party, but man oh man, being able to see the faces of the guys around him and prove that he was able to get you here as his date was priceless.

It was like an unspoken thing; most of Gyubin’s friends knew of his infatuation with you because of how much he’d go on tangents and unprovoked story-times of you.

It had been almost half-a-year since they’d practically smacked him upside the head with the realization that maybe he was in love with you?

Yeah.

And it took a whole month for him to finally approach you and ask you to be his date.

Did it go exactly how he planned it to go?

No.

Because now he owed you food for three weeks and had to get Zhanghao to write your English paper—but the most heartbreaking thing of all?

You thought that he was using you.

You think that he asked you to go with him because he wanted to attend this stupid party—which was only half true—but his intentions were, shockingly, pure.

He’d been in his head for weeks because he hadn’t been going after girls like he usually would as his eyes were completely set on you, and now here you were sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around you—Ooh if this wasn’t what a winner felt like, Gyubin wasn’t sure what was.

Kind of.

He did see the way you bit down on your bottom lip nervously, your pupils shaking anxiously because of the crowds.

He saw the way you flushed when Ricky had shown up and urged you to dance.

And he saw the way you looked at Hanbin who sat next to you, completely mesmerized by his kind demeanor.

If you weren’t currently in his arms at the moment, he’d still be in his head thinking about how all that you seemed entranced by, and all that you yearned for, was everything he wasn’t. Plus, that you were super uncomfortable on top of it all.

But that was thirty-five seconds ago, and right now he felt this whole thing was going quite delightfully in his favor.

“Alright! It seem’s that during the move we managed to get to the end of the telephone line!” The host rings out cheerfully, “Now Chungsoo! Please tell us what the message is!”

You and Gyubin’s eyes are anywhere but on poor Chungsoo.

All you can think about is Gyubin.

The way his arms hold you firmly; the way his laugh rings so close to your ears when one of his friends crack a joke from the other side of the couch.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before and the way it jammed against your chest in a solid beat let you know that you were, in fact, crazy.

Do I…?

Like Kim Gyu—

“You know it’s Christmas when Kim Gyubin pulls another girl we’ve never seen before. This time we have a cougar.” Chungsoo says.

Your eyes snap over to the owner of the voice that resonates in the now quiet room as you feel Gyubin’s arms softening from around you. It’s only quiet for a second however, because as soon as everyone inside grasps what was said, you hear some ‘ooooh’s’ along with bouts of snickering laughter.

You feel your cheeks go hot, but this time its a sickening feeling when mixed with the metal taste salvating in the inside of your mouth as you resist the urge to cry on the spot.

“That’s not even funny-“ Gyubin starts, voice booming from behind you in a tone that you knew meant he was angry, but you don’t have the heart to stick around any longer because you were really going to be sick.

Within seconds you’re up on your feet and smacking Gyubin’s hands away as they try and grab at your torso.

“Wait!“ He calls out as you make your way through the crowd of eyes staring at your fleeing frame.

You feel them.

You feel it.

Shame.

Pity.

Everyone’s amusement, all at your expense.

You feel another crash of embarrassment take over you and it fills your tear ducts with moisture as you take in the gazes everyone is sending you.

It’s not until you’ve made your way outside where the cold air that hits your skin free’s you from your sickness.

You take a deep breath, walking out to the side of the house where only a few couples could be found making out here and there.

It’s there where you find a small area of secluded wall that you decide to lean on in order to try and catch your breath. You just wanted to do anything you could to stop yourself from letting any tears fall.

This is so embarrasing.

You knew you shouldn’t have come.

And what the fuck?

Who was out to get Gyubin?

Was he in on this?

Would he stoop this low?

Did you have feelings for your best friend who clearly didn’t like you in that way?

If he did want to interfere in your two’s friendship, was this a shot at making you one of his flings?

Where was the nearest shooting range?

You feel a couple tears slip down your face and a shiver runs down your spine as you finally register the cold, but the sight of Gyubin searching for you is what takes most of your attention away from your own thoughts.

When he turns his head your way and his eyes meet yours, your lips quiver without your permission. Once he starts walking over to you with the most worried expression plastered across his face, something in you switches.

“Sorry, I don’t know why the fuck they would say that, are you okay-“

“Gyubin, do you like me?” You question, tone dead and eyes borring into his soul.

You were tired.

“What? Don’t listen to them, they-“ Gyubin tries to reason, hands outstretched and reaching for yours.

“So you don’t? I knew I shouldn’t have come here with you.”

Gyubin feels his heart shatter.

You regret this.

You regret him.

Is this the part where you tell him you hate him?

“No! Stupid, I like you. Like…like like you. I asked you to come with me because I….I have feelings for you.” Gyubin finally lets out, tired of all the games.

His gaze holds yours and you can feel his worrisome sincerity.

He was worried.

Why?

Was he thinking the same thing you were?

You were older.

You two were best friends.

You’d known eachother your whole lives.

You didnt know what life was like without eachother.

Could your feelings fuck with that?

Was this a mistake?

Did Gyubin just lose you?

You search his eyes back and forth, hoping that there you would find the speck of mischief that they’d always contained.

Was this a joke?

Was this all a big fucking joke?

Meanwhile, Gyubin couldnt help but read you like a picture book.

He watch as you searched him for his sincerity, and yes, he knows that he isnt a serious person at all, but damn, he really does like you.

He’d almost go as far as to say that he was in love with you.

He liked you so much and it scared him because, in turn, he saw the way you searched his eyes with a fear of your own.

And just like that, he figured that very fear was enough.

It was enough to assume that there was a possibility.

There was a possibility you loved him maybe a little bit way deep down inside; a possibility that you saw him as more than a friend—that you saw him as a man.

He’d already spoken his feelings, he’d already ruined the friendship.

Fuck it.

“Gyubin….“ You start, words failing to form, but all his name does is linger for a second in the quiet before he’s rushing towards you.

Before you could process, he’s pulling you close, one hand finding your waist and the other finding your jaw.

“If you don’t say anything in three seconds I am going to kiss you.” He states, big eyes staring clear into yours with a purpose.

So there you are, your face closer than ever before to his—and cotton candy and vanilla fills Gyubin’s senses.

One.

You don’t dare to move despite your inner monologue begging you to save the only genuine friendship you’d ever known.

You don’t move a muscle.

Two.

Gyubin’s eyes continue to search yours, a hopeful light shining in them as the milliseconds pass by.

You can feel his hand shake for a split second, and in an effort to hide it, he goes to brush strands of your hair from your face.

Three.

You flinch your eyes closed, bracing for possibly the worst and best moment of your life.

And it’s sweet.

He presses his lips against yours for just a second, but it’s sweeter than your perfume, Gyubin notes.

Your lips are soft and plush, and Gyubin feels he’s about to grow wings and ascend up into the sun to die a very warm death.

You were perfect.

The moment he pulls away, he’s scared to open his eyes, but when he finally does you’re already staring back.

“Gyubin- we- we’re- we’re supposed to be friends…” You mumble incredulously, almost like you’re trying to grapple with what just went down.

Did Kim Gyubin just kiss you?

Did you just like it???

“Right? We came here as best friends so-“ You reason.

Gyubin’s not going to lie, he feels like the sky is closing in on him.

But he knows you enjoyed it.

You didn’t stop him.

There was no hesitation too, right?

Right?

“Really? Because I’m not really 100% sure, but last time I checked, best friends don’t kiss.” Gyubin states simply, eyeing you whilst he kind of loses it inside.

He never backs up, and now that your back is pressed against the white brick wall behind you and you have nowhere to run, his hand leaves your face and finds it’s way next to your head.

He leans in again before you can gather your thoughts to respond to him, then he dips his face very close to yours.

You feel his breath fan your face for only a second whilst you watch his eyes falter from yours and glance at your lips.

His cheeks are rosy now; his pupils are dilated and you swear you see a smile for just a split second before his lips are on yours again.

It’s almost like he waits for you to react, because for what feels like an eternity, neither of you move.

Gyubin laughs against your lips before pulling his lips apart from yours, but then he dips back in to peck your bottom lip a couple times.

It feels new.

It feels…right.

You move your own lips in accordance with his for a second, but as soon as your eyes flutter open to meet his in an effort to read his demeanor, his lips detach from yours completely.

“…and friends don’t kiss back.” He finally whispers, shooting you a pretty playful smile before he hangs his head down bashfully, cheeks on fucking fire.

You feel your face flush, and you just know you have to be changing colors because, what the fuck?!

You immediately smack Gyubin’s chest whilst your other hand goes up to shield your face.

“Aye, Stop playing with me Kim Gyubin.” You mutter out furiously, completely taken aback at his smoothness and the fact that you had basically just made out with your best fucking friend.

Gyubin’s chuckles start slow when they fill your ears as he stares at the ground, but when you catch a glimpse of his pretty face, the chuckles turn to a full on fit of laughter.

“I really can’t with you right now, you’re sooooo cute~” He mumbles through his laughter, leaning back in and grabbing your hands away from your face so he could peck your lips one more time for good measure.

You blush madly at this.

Who the hell does this punk think he is?

“Stop laughing- and stop kissing me!” You plead, trying to put on an angry face but failing miserably as he continues to laugh at you.

“No.” He says nonchalantly as he gathers himself and leans down to kiss your cheek, practically squishing your cheek in the process.

“Ahhh! What are we going to do with you? Hmmm?” He asks, bending his vowels and talking down to you like he always has.

You smack him away again, but it’s all in vain effort because he takes your arms and wraps them around his own waist for you.

“Just hug me, loser. It’s time to think of ways to break this news to our mom’s.” He says, swaying you both back and forth against your own will.

You can’t help but just be glad that your face is stuffed into his chest as you turn ripe like a tomato—the thought of your mother’s finding out about this makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“We’re not telling them! What do you want to tell them? ‘Hey mom! We’re home! Oh! By the way, we kissed!?!?” You reason incredulously into his chest.

This causes Gyubin to laugh even more.

“No! We have to tell them that we’re dating now. Let’s keep this particular situation a secret please—your dad won’t be too happy to hear it.” He says, taking your arms from around him and urging you to detach yourself. You slowly let go and make some distance between you both, titling your head towards him in confusion.

“Dating? Me and you? Haa!” You laugh out, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine for once. You watch as Gyubin pouts, his tall lanky form sulking as he quickly lets go of your two’s intertwined hands.

“Wow, just gonna go and break my heart already? Should’ve known.” He states, walking away from you as he fetches his keys out of his back pocket.

“Yup! You should have known. I kind of have a line of men just waiting to date me, so you should skip to the back.” You say, following after him and down the driveway so you both can escape the sprawling property.

It was time to leave.

“Wow…well lucky for me, I can just call your mom right now and tell her that we’re finally together and that her daughter’s already cheating on me. Then what?” He asks, turning his body to walk backwards as he eyes you.

You blush in response, rolling your eyes to show him you’re completely unfazed by his words; it’s then that you notice your muavey-maroon lipstick had left a stain on Gyubin lips, making him look extra pretty. You snort to stifle your laughter as you eye him up and down; and for the first time ever in your presence known to you, Gyubin goes shy.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What are you laughing for? Is the thought of dating me that bad?” Gyubin questions, sending you an almost hurtful look as he stops walking, lanky slenderman frame sulking in the cold.

You chuckle and stop walking too, leaning just close enough to grab him by his belt loop and pull him closer.

Gyubin feels his heart burst in his chest.

Never in a million years did he think you’d do that to him.

New kink unlocked.

You chuckle at his blushy cheeks and rise up on your tippy-toes to wipe his lips with the pad of your thumb.

It takes a few swipes before it makes a difference in color, but when you look up from your thumb and back up at Gyubin, he’s staring down at you with this puppy-like look; eyes saying more than you could ever comprehend.

You know…that look.

You can’t help but laugh as you snatch the keys from his grasp and walk down the hill to the gate that you had entered just a few hours ago. There’s a second of internal reflection—the turns had tabled so quickly through the night.

But you were excited.

“Come on Gyub, I want a Baja Blast, tonight was very stressfull.” You state plainly. This garners a pretty laugh from him as he jogs up beside you.

He’s quick to scoop your hand up and intertwine your fingers, sending you an amused smile.

“Yes ma’m, whatever you say.”

Gyubin’s feels a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He feels that maybe the party was semi-worth it given that you had ended up actually his…

But fuck.

He still owed you food for three weeks. Maybe he could persuade you otherwise with kisses.

Maybe.

And just maybe, he could get you to come back to the party next year to prove everybody wrong.

You were here to stay.

“Y’know, now that we’re together, I don’t think you should ever wear that dress out in public again. Also you can’t be friends with Hanbin-hyung, I forbid you!!” Gyubin demands, half joking half serious with his goofy wide eyes.

You eye him up and down one more time before he unlocks the car door for you to hop in.

“Kim Gyubin, kiss my ass-“

“Gladly-“

“Huh?”

“What?”

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🖤!I knew you were trouble when you walked in!🖤

Pairing: Auston Matthews x model + rivals sister Cherrie!

Word count: 13k. I have a problem. I know ok. I just can’t write short oneshots. I’ve tried lmfao

Summary: in which he knew she was trouble since the very first time he saw her in the stands, cursing out his name after he had accidentally (on purpose) broken her brothers nose on the ice during a heated game. Three years of pining later and finally , she stumbles into his hotel drunk and as mouthy as ever. He really couldn’t resist. She may have been trouble, but she was worth it all.

Warnings: like none? Just fluff I think. A little bit of angst with her brother (who I totally made up because I can) when he finds out. Confident , bitchy Cherrie that won’t make it easy for Auston. And Auston just being a major simp. That’s it.As always lemme know what u think please. First time writing for auston soooo , lemme know if u like this and if I should write for him again! I’m thinking of maybe writing for mitch and maybe barzal too. Anyways.. bye bye!! Xoxo

It was nearly midnight by the time that Cherrie had managed to stumble her way back to her hotel , head spinning and limping a little , for reasons she had no clue to as why she was exactly , eyes hazy as she hummed along to a Taylor swift song playing in her head.

She thought that she was handling herself pretty damn fine, like the independent adult that she was.

She kind of impressed with herself for getting back to the hotel without , A: injuring herself , or B, calling either an ex , or her whiny brother who had done nothing but get on her nerves for the last couple of hours. Hence the reason why she has left the club early in the first place, because if she had to head him complain one more time about how 'it wasn't fair, that ref was clearly a maples fan!' And hear him curse out every players name, in a absolutely foul mood after losing against them.

She felt like she was going to go insane , and maybe slightly more mean than usual . Because she was her fathers daughter after all and the mean, anger issues that she tried to bury down kept crawling back up each time he whined again, just staring blankly at his face and wishing that he would shut the hell up and let her enjoy her vodka lime peace.

Was she being a little bit of a bitch by not being more sympathetic to her brother , who was so clearly upset after a losing game? Yes. Obviously .

But did she care? Absolutely not because as far as she saw it, you won some and you lost some. As simple as that. And they had just stood absolutely no chance against them that night , they had been on fire from the very start.

Even she could admit that they had been just too good, not to her brothers face or course, she thought that praising his rival team might have been a little too far , even for her.

He was a little sensitive after all and she didn't want to see her brother cry. They would just be awkward and she had no doubt that he would be a little snitch and tell dad.

Hence why she had snuck out of the club the moment her brother had been distracted , telling herself that she could see him some other time. Even though he was leaving early in the morning to a flight back home, Cherrie would send a text. Maybe.

If she lived to see the next day that was, feeling herself stumble a little too hard. Somehow managing to knock herself into the couch in the reception , letting out a mix between a startled laugh and Yelp as she went tumbling down.

"Fucks sake!" She groaned , just managing to catch herself in time, clinging to the back of the couch to steady herself . Head bowed as she let out a small drunken giggle, vision swimming for a long moment.

So lost in her own head, and trying not to face plant on the floor, that she hasn't noticed the eyes that had been watching her since she first stumbled out of the cab and into the hotel without any grace , always loud and dramatic as ever in her scene.

Because if she had noticed said eyes. And just who those eyes belonged to, she might have turned back around and decided that she was better off joining her moody brother at the club again after all.

Because what she wasn't expecting to hear between her giggling and muttering along of her Taylor swift song, was a voice call over to her in amusement , scaring the absolute shit out of her.

"I see you're about as steady on your feet as your bambi brother is." Auston Matthews said to her, leaning casually against the vending machine as he watched her panic.

Head snapping over to him in shock , mascara smudged eyes going wide as she realised to just who she was faced with. The same hockey player that had smashed her brother into the boards and to the ice more times that she could count.

She stiffened , trying to straighten herself back up and not seem like she was totally shit faced. A not so very convincing act as she hiccuped while doing so .

Glaring at him for referring to the way her brother had once , or twice, lost his foot while on the ice, somehow managing to trip over his own two skates in front of everyone. Hence the bambi nickname.

"And I see you're as much of an asshole as you look like." It was a weak comeback but come on, she was like, ten vodka shots in.

She squinted to focus her eyes on him, frowning slightly as she took in the sight of Auston standing there in a oversized sweater and basketball shorts, slides on his feet and a beanie pulled low over his head.

Not bad. Her drunken brain said. Not my usual type but he's got a little something.

And he was currently smirking right back at her , his eyes running over her body in her little back dress , gaze lingering at her stumbling feet for a moment before looking back up again

He laughed lightly "I think I look pretty good." He replied , grinning like a joker as he struck a pose at her.

Trying to replicate one that he had seen her do in one of her shoots before . One hand on the vending machine and the other on his hip as he duck pouted at her mockingly.

She scoffed, ever the mean girl. Flicking her hair over her shoulder with a flair , narrowing her eyes at him the best that she could in her drunken state.

But something about matthews just got underneath her skin. Maybe it was the casual way that he was talking to her, as though they were friends who had talked plenty before . As though he wasn't her brothers rival , as though he hasn't managed to break her brothers nose and pride before.

Like he wasn't public enemy one to her right then.

Well, he was supposed to be. And her brother would no doubt be expecting her to give Auston shit and make him pay .

But well, vodka and ...come on, she was defending him.

Albeit a little weakly but she was. That was something wasn't it?

"Whoever told you that is a liar. Perhaps you should surround yourself with honest peope instead." She snapped back at him, feeling the start of a headache come on. Or maybe it was the onset of the hangover that she would be having tomorrow.

Either way. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep it off, not talk to some cocky hockey player that her brother hated in her hotel.

Auston scoffed in amusement , gaze never leaving her face. taken aback by how she managed to look so pretty, even when she was glaring at him like she was , eyes glassy and lipstick smudged.

A hot, drunken mess.

"Like you?" He resorted back quickly without missing a beat.

"and are you honest or just a mean little bitch?" He braced himself . Kind of expecting a slap.

He didn't know her after all, didn't know what the line was or what she bantered like with others . It was risky move but come on, he had Cherrie Valentine in front of him, mouth just as quick witted and mean as he knew she was. He couldn't help himself. This was a one off opportunity.

The only time he ever caught glimpses of her was on billboards and magazines, or in the stands at games they played against her brother , where he would see her shouting and screaming insults and curses at them. Ever the passionate woman.

And he wasn't insane enough to approach her then, no matter how much he wanted to, he knew he would have gotten his skates shoved up his ass, and not just by her brother either.

She was the scary one in his opinion. A loudmouth with no filter and no mercy, and he just knew that she made grown men cry and had their tears in her morning tea.

She was a nightmare and a daydream rolled into one fine, beautiful woman. And well, Auston was just a man. So sue him if he wanted to talk to her a little... wind her up and watch her bite back.

Cherrie could only looked at him silently , fighting back the grin she wanted to let out with everything in her.

Telling herself that it didn't matter if she thought it was funny , he was still the enemy. He didn't deserve to hear her laugh.

So she soldiered on and doubled down on her glare .

Seeing this Auston let out a laugh, motioning to the vending machine that he was leaning on.

"Want some candy? You look like you could use some." He said lightly , the smirk never leaving his lips.

She huffed "fuck you!" She spat back at him .

He just looked her up and down "no thanks. Not while your drunk and missing a heel." He told her casually, nodding down to her feet that she kept stumbling over.

And huh. She looked down at her feet and noticed that one heel was in fact missing.

He was right. What the fuck?

She didn't reply. Pride keeping her from doing so. Instead she pulled off the other heel and tossed it aside too, briefly wondering when the hell she had lost the other one. If she was to place her bets , she would guess the cab ride back from the club. That seemed plausible.

She slowly stumbled over to the vending machine , stomach grumbling as she looked at all the snacks and drinks inside . Realising that she hasn't had anything since those cheesy nachos before the game.

She side eyed Auston who was still smirking to himself , no longer looking at her as he got himself some Reece cups from the machine. Just waiting patiently.

She gave in far too quickly , pride gone.

"I want a chocolate bar and some sprite." She tells him firmly , tapping at the glass to what she wanted . Like she earned it.

Like this was a totally normal thing to do. Demanding chocolate bars from her brothers hockey rival. This was not how she saw her night ending at all .

Auston snorted "not even a please?" He muttered in amusement getting more change out anyway. He wasn't about to tell her no.

Not in any universe.

Cherrie just narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant tiredly against the side of the machine . Mostly so it could hold her body weight up, fighting back a yawn.

"I'm a black belt in karate." She lets him know wisely.

Auston eyes her, laughed lightly , then punched in the numbers to get her the chocolate bar and the bottle of sprite . Chucking to himself as he did so.

"Good to know." He muttered amused. Handing them to her. Watching as she quickly took the chocolate bar then shoved the drink back into his hands, not even looking at him as she told him 'to hold it.'

Sighing contently as she shoved a piece of the chocolate into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed for a moment in bliss . "S'nice." She slurred. Having another piece.

"Can I have some?" He asked.

She glared quickly "touch my chocolate and I'll rip your fingers off." She warned him seriously . "Asshole." She then added in a mutter just because she could.

Auston laughed , uncapping the lid on the drink and carefully handing it to her so she could take a sip. Hand hovering underneath her chin in case she spilled it, she was that drunk. He was more than amused.

She gulped it down and Auston shook his head, moving the bottle away from her lips carefully as she panted, swallowing it quickly.

"Not so quick! You don't want to make yourself sick." He scolded her.

She grumbled "don't tell me what to do." Before yawning loudly as the vodka and tiredness finally caught up with her.

That was her excuse for why she let Auston steer her to the elevator; and why she told him which floor and room number she was in. Leaning tiredly against his side as he tapped his fingers against her shoulder lightly , supporting her waist while she continued to munch on a piece of chocolate lazily .

He looked down at her, heart racing in his chest . So close that he could count the freckles on her nose , realising then that the pictures really weren't like the real thing at all. She was even more beautiful up close. It was unreal and Auston had to remind himself how to breathe normally , not wanting to be weird.

So he looked at her and his heart skipped a beat? Totally normal behaviour. He convinced himself easily.

"Enjoy the game tonight?" He couldn't help but tease . Having seen the way she had shot to her feet and cursed his name when he had pushed her brother against the boards again , he had even winked at her when he skated away.

Because he was a little shit like that and he had been trying to get her attention for a long time.

And unfortunately for him the only way to do so was to push her brother around at games and watch her get riled up. She was really creative with her insults when she spitting mad, Auston thought that the rage made her look even more sexy. Her eyes just lit a spark.

Head tilting up, cheek still pressed against his shoulder as she glared at him lazily "we'll get you next time." She promised.

Auston had to laugh "I don't think so. But bambi tried. Bless him." He joked. Getting a slap in the gut in return, he gasped.

Laughing loudly "ow! Good to know who the stronger Valentine is!" He quipped .

Cherrie just groaned wondering what was wrong with him. But she still let him lead her out of the elevator as it dinged, feeling his arm slide around her back to support her as she stumbled to her hotel room door with him by her side.

Swiping open the door, she lingered for a moment hesitating in going in.

Auston suddenly falling quite as he looked back at her, swallowing , mouth running dry.

"Well..goodnight-" she muttered lamely about to head inside and sleep this weird night off.

But it got even weirder as she watched Auston get uncharacteristically nervous. His fingers tugging at the ends of his hair as he muttered her name to get her to wait .

He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, eyes darting away from hers for a moment "are you going to be here long?" He quickly added "in Toronto." Not wanting to have to wait till the next game in months time to see her again.

Cherrie frowned a little, wondering why he was asking then nodded her head warily . "Yeah." She found herself telling him "I'm here for the next week for some shoots. I have a rented apartment to go to tomorrow."

He pursed his lips, barely hiding his excited grin, nodding along like he knew this already .

"I live like half an hour away from here." He told her casually . Shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the Balls of his feet like a teenager nervous about asking out their crush.

She looked at him strangely , letting out a small confused laugh. "Then why are you in a hotel?"

He simply shrugged and tried not to think about why he wanted to make her laugh again. Of all the things that he could do and say to see her smile.

"It's just nice to get out of the house sometimes." He said.

Cherrie just looked at him, then shook her head in amusement . "You're so weird matthews."

He shrugged again, confidence coming back in full swing.

"Come to a pottery class with me tomorrow." He more told her then asked. But hey, at least he got the words out. Though they sounded a lot smoother and charming in his head.

Cherrie did laugh loudly this time, looking at him like he was insane . Unable to believe what he was doing, what he was asking.

Because she wasn't stupid but she couldn't figure out why he was going out of his way, at midnight , to do it at all.

He was her brothers enemy. She had seen the two brawl More times than she could remember, had seen the way Auston always deliberately made him a target. Had to hear her brother curse his name to hell and back each time, Cherrie sometimes doing the same.

Because hockey was a passionate sport and if her brother even found out that she was standing there, taking to Auston Matthews in her hotel room , drunk at midnight. He Would have a stroke, she had no doubt .

She told him so , as though Auston didn't already know what he was trying to get himself into.

"My brother will kill you." She muttered, eyes on his. He hadn't looked away from her once yet.

He just smirked and muttered teasingly "over pottery? A bit of an over reaction but.."

Cherrie inhaled sharply and shook her head at him, not knowing whether to be amused or annoyed. Maybe a bit of both.

"I know what you're doing." She tells him, leaning against her doorframe lazily.

Seeing the way his eyes flicker down to her mocking smile, notices the way he inhales a little too deeply , before his eyes flicker back up to meet her own again.

Cockily , he hummed "maybe. But I'm not hearing a no so...." He trailed off with a grin, pleased with himself .

He backed away from her door with a small laugh "so I'll come pick you in the morning." He continued to casually tell her, testing his luck.

Because he would beat himself up forever if he didn't at least try. This was a once in a million chance, he wasn't going to waste it.

"Say...around eleven?" He looked at her hopefully.

And a hopeful Auston Matthews reminded her of a puppy. Eyes wide and smile giddy , head tilting a little too. And well, she loved puppy's. And she was drunk and she was...

She was running out of excuses.

So she said yes. Then shut the door in his face. Unable to see the way he let out a loud breath of relief , fist punching the air in glee.

It was weird when he came to pick her up the next morning, there was no denying it. She was on edge and cranky and hungover , utterly grumpy and scowling at him when she got into his car like she would rather be anywhere else.

Auston looked at her grumpy face , oversized sunglasses and laughed lightly . "Don't you look like sunshine." He teased before passing her a Starbucks coffee and a muffin.

And Cherrie just looked down at them in amazement , then back over to him silently . Speechless , because what the fuck was going on?

And like the emotionally constipated grown child that she was, she decided to go the route of her usual communication and told him in a mutter "fuck you."

Because she didn't want to question the butterflies in her stomach or why she was struggling not to look at his side profile in the glowing sun as they drove.

He didn't take offence . Instead he just snorted a giggle and muttered "so charming." Then he nodded towards his phone on the dashboard and told her easily "pick something to listen to. Or we could just sit in silence..." he teased, laughing again when she quickly reached for his phone and pulled up Spotify.

She clicked on his playlists and scrolled through the songs , pausing as she saw a familiar theme.

Blinking down at his phone in disbelief "you listen to Taylor? There's like..all the eras.. lover, red, bad blood ..." she looked over at him curiously .

Mathews just grinned over at her briefly before focusing back on the road "course I do. She rocks. My favourites been evermore lately." He told her casually . Pretending not to see the look on her face, pretending like he didn't want to each out and touch her pretty face.

Cherrie swallowed then , blinking down at her chocolate muffin in disbelief . "It's my favourite too." Then she clicked on you need to calm Down. Because holy shit did she need to.

Her heart was racing as fast as her mind was, side eyeing Auston the whole ride there as he sang along to every song. Nudging her arm annoyingly until

she was singing along with him too.

Her brother was going to murder her if he ever found out. Was all she could think in defeat. Bobbing her head to the music , ignoring the way matthews couldn't stop sending her glances and smiling at her every other minute.

She was getting pretty good at pretending.

Half an hour later and Cherrie was huffing , face scrunched up in misery as she clung at the fucked up looking piece of  clay in her hands. Sat at the desk in front of the pottery wheel, a strangled sound escaping her in stress , as her attempts of making a vase of some sort collapsed on her again.

"I can't fucking do this shit." She cursed out in frustration , making Auston glance over at her from where he been serenely enjoying himself, clay perfectly in shape as he watched her struggle in vague amusement. Even pulling out his phone to take a candid photo of the model glaring down at the clay like it had just killed her own puppy.

"Calm down. Take a deep breath babe." He advised her patiently.

Nudging her shoulder with his, he ignored her hiss of 'don't call me babe.' Simply because he was close enough to see the way her cheeks coloured at as he called her it.

He tried not to grin like a lovesick idiot, instead he gently cupped his hands around her own on the wheel, helping her.

She went quite as he hovered around her, swallowing thickly as she looked down at their hands on her fucked up piece of clay.

"What we aiming for?" He asked while admiring the collection of rings covering her fingers.

It was something he had noticed about her quickly , she was always wearing some type of jewellery , necklaces , earrings , bracelets and rings. Even if she was wearing sweats out, she still had to wear them.

She exhaled quietly and let him guide her without moving away "was going for a vase but maybe just something that doesn't fall down is more realistic." She said answered .

And he helped her achieve that. With a smile on his face the whole time and a more reluctant one on her own. But he still took it for a win.

Then after they were baked in the oven and cooled  down, they got down to painting them, sat beside Auston at the table , painting her pottery a simple light green colour.

"What's yours gonna be?" She asked him curiously . Eyeing the small dish shaped pot he had made, he was holding it gently as he delicately painted it blue, with hearts all over it. His brush strokes gentle and precise, taking it seriously .

"It's gonna be a trinket dish for all your pretty jewellery." He murmured to her casually , finishing off another small heart. Secretly painting his initials in it too.

Cherrie just fell silent again, just looking at him. Stomach a whole damn zoo.

Fuck. She thought with a sigh. She was so fucked.

"Thanks. That's..." she didn't know what to say.

Flinching a little when he reached over to take her hand in his, smoothly sliding off her mood ring , grinning at her as he put in the small dish.

Letting out a pleased hum seeing that it fit in just fine , "sweet? Kind?" He supplied to her with a smirk, sliding her ring onto his own finger. Clenching them to watch the colours change as it heated ahinst his skin.  Wondered what the colour meant . He took a good guess, wasn't too hard.

Cherrie just sighed and watched him play with her ring on his finger, no plans to give it back.

So she took the cap from ontop of his head and placed it on her own, a theif for a thief. Watching in Amusement as he quickly ran his hand through his hair self consciously , frowning at her.

She frowned back.

Then he broke out into a soft laugh, his eyes lingering on her as he murmured to her quietly "ya know , you're very pretty." It was an understatement.

She was so fucking beautiful that his stomach hurt, but he felt like saying that would scare her away so soon. And he didn't want that.

Confident as she was, she just hummed and nodded her head in agreement . "I know." She was a model for a reason after all.

Auston laughed, nudging her arms . Enjoying the way she scolded at him when he ended up knocking the tiny paintbrush out of her hand. Huffing at him as she picked it back up again, fixing where it had smudged on the pottery.

"It's your turn to tell me how pretty I am too." Auston joked.

She huffed out a mean little laugh , not even looking away from her pottery . "I'm not lying to you matthews. Sorry." She didn't sound very sorry at all.

He didn't say anything . Just sighing dramatically instead as he went back to finishing off painting his too, making Cherrie lift her head to look at him with a frown.

Side eyeing him quietly , she shifted uneasily in her seat. Taking in his soft sweatshirt and vintage jeans , face as soft as the night before when he couldn't look away from her then either .

But now that she thought about it, he had always looked at her that way . Even when she was cursing him out for breaking her brothers nose during a game from behind the barrier , he always looked at her. For her.

So she huffed reluctantly and muttered quietly "you're eyes are alright I guess." Flushing darkly when he let out a startled laugh .

Looking back at her with a wide grin on his face , utterly amused by her inability to just be nice.

But flattery for someone she liked wasn't in her dna, she just bullied them instead. It was much easier. No matter how childish it was.

She never claimed to be mature anyways.

Emotionally constipated . Her friends joked.

Just reasonable and honest. She called herself .

"Alright eyes?" He was giggling hysterically now. Snorting even as he placed his chin in his hand, gazing over at her in amusement. .

"Wow. You're such a charmer . How do you have so many ex's?" He asked her while grinning .

Cherrie just looked at him blandly , then pointed at her face , then pointed down to her chest.

Auston followed her finger and hummed long and hard, getting what she was referring to. Both were very gifted and beautiful after all.

"Ah. Okay." He said nodding casually , his eyes lingering on her chest that was pushing out of her tight tank top that she was wearing.

He wondered "are they real?" He blurted out, genuinely curious. They looked too perfect to be real.

Cherrie eyes widened in offence , scoffing at him. "of course they're real! My back pain Says fuck you by the way." She shot back at him. Though she was amused by the way he couldn't keep his thoughts in his head at all.

He winced apologetically "sorry. They just look so perfect. They're very nice." He said while grinning at her , before sneaking another not so subtle glance at her tits.

They were great. 10000/10.

She rolled her eyes at him but she was hiding a smile , shaking her head . "Shut up." She muttered .

Ignoring the way he shuffled his chair closer to her own, hiking up his muttered jokes and judgey  comments about other people there , just to see her smile again.

Day2 .

The next day Cherrie ended up looking down at the caller Id in her phone in disbelief as it rang suddenly , Love or your Life written across the screen as she answered it with a amused scoff

"Are you serious Matthews? You stole my phone to put your number in it while I went to the toilet?" She said instead of hello. Amused despite herself.

She found herself getting up from the couch, playing with her hair as she listened to him talk. Practically feeling his stupid grin through the phone.

"Are you really that surprised?" He replied .

She grinned to herself , dropping her hair and fidgeting with her bottom lip instead .

Heart fluttering "I shouldn't be but you're kinda looking a bit desperate now matthews." She teased him.

He gasped dramatically and she had to force herself not to laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she enjoyed his theatrics.

"I do not! I just want to hang out with you." He told her honestly not finding a need to lie.

He never had with her before and he wasn't going to start now.

She paused in the middle of the room, swallowing .

Then she murmured a soft , confused "why?" Wanting to know why he was trying so hard when he should have known better .

He sighed a little before telling her jokingly  "because you told me that I have 'alright eyes' and now I can't stay away.' But it was mostly true. Only his eyes had been on her long before two nights ago.

She didn't say anything so he tried his luck again "can I come over?" He asked her bluntly. Not beating around it.

She scoffed "no." Glancing around her temporary home, she started fluffing up the pillows on the couch despite it.

He huffs "please?" Then he bargained "I'll make you food."  Knowing that good food was her soft spot.

She said okay.

The first thing he did when he arrived was hug her, grinning to himself in amusement when she froze up, her arms sticking out to the side like an akward stick man. 

Placing his chin on her shoulder as he let out a content sigh, having missed her since the moment she left yesterday.

"What the hell are you doing?" She exclaimed , flustered . Turning her head so she could rest her chin on his chest, frowning up at him, startled. Feeling her heart race in her chest as she caught his smile.

He just hugged her head to his chest, laughing at the annoyed groan that she let out as he held her close.

"Hugging you." He stated the Obvious, amused.

"don't tell me you've never been hugged before babe?" He teased her, giving her another squeeze just because he could.

She finally had enough "get off me!" She huffed , pushing him off her.

Rolling her eyes when he just laughed at her "make me food." She said to distract herself away from the heat rising in her cheeks.

Auston wiggled his eyebrows at her but made his way to small kitchen regardless.

"bossy. Are you this bossy in bed too?" He joked (hoped), winking at her.

She glared at him , lips twitching .

"I will hurt you." She promised him. Then she watched him pull out the items from his canvas bag he had brought with him, smiling when she saw the pasta.

"Don't poison me please. I have the shoot tomorrow and clutching my stomach while vomiting isn't really a good look for me." She tells him. Leaning up against the counter beside him, turning her head to watch him cook for her.

Auston rolled his eyes at her , pulling on her hair and chuckling when she kicked him in return .

"I'm a good cook." He promised her. Plus he had bought the most expensive pasta and pasta sauce that they had in the store, so it better be fucking good.

"You look pretty." He told her again. Just because he could. Admiring her with a soft Blush on his cheeks that he hoped she didn't see .

And again, she just nodded her head with a small grin. Confidence never wavering "I know."

Then she glanced at his smart, waffle material , white shirt and mumbled quietly "I like your shirt." And that was a lot coming from her. She didn't just go throwing compliments about .

Auston paused with his hand on the bottle of pasta sauce , surprised.

He shot her another glance, face softening at the way she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Thanks. Meets your approval babe?" He quipped, pleased. Having spent extra time getting ready to make sure that he looked good for her. She was a model after all, fashion was her thing. He wanted to look good beside her.

And he remembered her saying once in an interview that she liked quite luxury on a guy and well, the shirt was $3000. So it couldn't get more luxurious than that. He was glad she liked it. Because you could bet your ass that he was going to go back and boy it in every colour now.

Cherrie hummed a little, pouring herself a glass of wine. "It's nice." Was all she said.

He grinned smugly , ego boosted.

They made casual conversation while the pasta cooked. Moving to the couch when it was done, plates in their laps as they sat side by side, Auston telling her about how he had accidentally knocked out his own teammate once , Cherrie laughing freely bedore her phone rang.

And her whole face dropped as she looked at who was calling her. Immediately putting her plate on the coffee table in front of them with a small gasp, eyes going wide with fear.

"Brother?" He guessed easily. Not bothered at all. Happy to just watch in amusement as she panicked. Still eating his pasta contently . It was fucking good. Not that he had been worried.

Cherrie was not as relaxed "shut the hell up! Don't say a single thing!" She hissed at him , staring down at her phone like her brother could reach through it and see just who she was eating with then.

Auston snickered "scared of your brother?" He teased her. Shuffling closer.

She gave him a look "no. I just don't want you to get your legs broken!" She snapped.

He grinned  , placing his hand over his heart mockingly . "Aww you care about me!"

She scoffed "I do not! I'm just a good person and my brother hates you. So shut up!" She couldn't avoid it any longer , picking up her phone like it was the devil.

"Then why did you let me in?" Auston whispered to her smugly. Grinning when he got a middle finger in response.

She totally liked him. He thought gleefully.

Picking up her fork and pushing the pasta to her lips, feeding her another bite while she lied to her brother and told him that she was alone and just watching a movie.

Cherrie glaring at him as he continued to feed her like she was a baby (his baby. His babe.), snickering beneath his breath at the look on her pretty face.

She was incredibly sexy when she was mad.

Auston ended up going to her photoshoot with her the next day, refusing to leave her side. Being incredibly clingy and incredibly obvious but he couldn't care less.

Too busy watching her in awe. Sat on a loose chair as he watched her work her stuff in front of the camera , turning this way and that way as she modelled their clothes.

Well. He sucked in a sharp breath as he watched her walk out of the dressing room in the next set.

He couldn't exactly call what she was wearing clothes.

Considering she wasn't wearing them at all. Instead she had on a pale pink lace bra and thong, hair long and perfectly curled over her shoulder as she turned to look over it at the camera, lips pouted and red.

Auston felt like he might pass out. Wafting at his suddenly too tight shirt with his hand, eyes glued to the way her bare body moved confidently into poses

, this way and that way. On her knees, on her back, just standing their in fucking lace with that god damn smile.

He groaned beneath his breath , sweating. Heart racing as he followed her back into her dressing room when she was done.

Shutting the door behind them with his foot, he leaned against the dresser as he watched her take off the necklace that she was wearing.

"You look so beautiful right now." He told her quietly , eyes never leaving her.

He pulled out his own camera and lifted it up to his eye , taking picture of her as she took off the glittery makeup she was wearing . Breath hitching when she shot him a smile over her shoulder , laughing a little.

"You're like my own personal paparazzi ." She muttered in amusement . Yet she pulled a face at the camera , getting closer to him. Enjoying the attention.

She was made to be in front of the camera after all.

Eventually Setting it aside, he gently lopped his arms around her waist. Throat bobbing as he swallowed . Confidence wavering for a moment as he looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms.

"Can't help it." He murmured back to her quietly , feeling his pants harden as he glanced  down at her breasts spilling out in lace. Right there for him to see, chest nearly brushing ahinst his as she moved closer to him.

"You're perfect." He said. Meaning it.

Cherrie sighed, like she knew what was gonna happen next and wasn't going to stop it. He held his breath.

"Matthews?" She hummed .

He let out a strangled breath , fully hard now.

"Yeah?" He breathed out , fingers flexing around her waist as they slid down to grip her lace covered hips instead.

He swallowed again. Mouth ran dry.

She looked at him for a moment , contemplating if it was worth it. If he was worth it.

Then she saw his nervous, hopeful eyes on her. Felt his palms grow sweaty on her hips, felt his hard on pressing into her thigh as he shifted anxiously on his feet.

She was done for. Completely fucked.

So, she thought , she might as well be fucked in best of ways as well.

"This is your chance if you want it." She let him know quietly. Looping her arms around his neck, titling her head to give him a pointed look. Heart racing.

And he did want it. So fucking bad. It was obvious.

He didn't chance her changing her mind.

Just leant his head down and kissed her like he has been wanting to all this time. Humming in relief against her mouth when she quickly kissed him back, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as she deepened the kiss.

Nudging his nose gently with her own , tasting him, biting down on his bottom lip until he was moaning against her tongue. Hands cupping her face firmly as she pressed his back against the wall behind him.

Then her hands slid beneath his sweatshirt and his fingers took a handful of her ass , squeezing with a lustful groan.

His mind short circuiting when she moved her mouth away from his to kiss down his jaw, then to down his flushed neck instead . Tongue slowly and carefully tracing her name down his throat, making sure he felt every letter, as he laughed breathlessly , eyes blown wide in anticipation and something more than desire . Burning for her completely.

His Heart racing. Unable to believe that it was finally happening between them.

"I kinda feel nervous." He blurted out despite the way his hands were gripping the back of head, threading his fingers through his soft hair as she suddenly knelt down to her knees in front of him and swiftly pulled down his pants , Auston just looking down at her in awe.

Gasping sharply as she confidently gripped him on her warm hand, squeezing him firmly as he swallowed thickly , barely breathing as he watched her through hooded eyes. Feeling like he was living out one of his wet dreams that she was always the star of .

"First time?" She joked slyly , giving him a wink when he just let out a strangled breath , speechless .

Then without another warning , she dropped her head down and got to work on showing him just why she had such a long list of ex lovers , and just why she was one of the most wanted women in the world.

But Auston don't think that anybody wanted her just as much as he did. It really wasn't possible.

Then She fucked him like she was a pornstar and Auston genuinely had to sit down on the couch when it was finally over , his legs shaking and face red as he caught back his breath, sweating and panting loudly as he watched her pull her clothes back on. Feeling like he was in a dream. Never wanting to leave it.

He watched her get ready in silence for a minute. Just taking her in before finally sitting up and joining her in putting his clothes back on, his eyes on her face as she brushed her sex hair into a lazy ponytail , a relaxed stance about her now and Auston felt proud to be the one to put that satisfied , fucked out smile on her face.

He stood up carefully when he was done, slowly  approaching her and putting his arms around the back of her neck , burying his face into her shoulder as he hugged her close. Just breathing her in contently.

"Come home with me?" H practically pleaded, voice quiet and hopeful. Never wanting to let her go now.

If he thought that he was In love with her before they had sex, his feelings were much worse now.

He kind of wanted to marry her then. Be her forever. Die for her. That kind of love. It was crazy but so was he.

She sighed quietly , lips twisting as she hesitated for a second "Auston..."

But then she glanced up in the mirror in front of them and caught their reflection, face softening as she saw the way that he was looking at her.

His cheek blushing pressed against her own softly as he swayed them from side to side gently , kissing the corner of her mouth with puppy eyes.

"Please?" He whispered hopefully .

Then he quickly added like it would change her mind "I'll teach you how to knit."

She laughed in disbelief , unable not to. Because what the fuck was wrong with him?

They had fucked and now he wanted to take her home and knit with her? Who did that?

...

She went home with him. Because of course she did.

And Auston ended up knitting her a scarf while she slept soundlessly on his chest, the smile never leaving his face the whole night long .

She was wearing the very same scarf that he made as she used to hide the hickeys he gave her on her neck when her brother facetimed her in a fury the very next day.

"What the hell are you doing Cherrie?" He almost yelled down the phone , looking at her in disbelief "there's photos of you and Auston fucking matthews all over the internet. Want to tell me what that's  about?" He demanded to know. Seething.

And she winced .

Not meeting his eyes she sniffed, acting indifferent. Like she wasn't tucked up in his bed right then, in his hoodie and handmade fucking scarf while he baked her cookies in his kitchen because he wanted to.

She felt her heart race with anxiety, guilt hitting her then. "yeah-I er-I bumped into him outside the grocery store." She lied , forgetting for a moment just who she was lying to.

He was her brother for fucks sake. He could see right through her and noticed the way her eyes were wandering , the way she was sat there in a scarf that she wouldn't be seen dead in usually . He wasn't that stupid.

"The photos are in front of a pottery class building Cherrie." He stated bluntly. Not happy at all.

But who would be after seeing pictures of his sister cozying up beside the guy that had humiliated him in the ice more times than he could count?

She laughed abruptly , mentally kicking herself . "Yeah I bumped into him there too." She tried to cover herself but she knew it wasn't working. "Small world eh?" She added sheepishly .

Dalton, her brother, just scoffed angrily .

Glaring down the phone at her and she was so fucking glad that this argument was taking place over FaceTime because she wasn't so sure she could lie to his face in real time. She pierre herself on blunt honesty after all , so lying to him was new and awful .

"I can't believe you! You were laughing and smiling at him Cherrie!" He shouted furious "touching his fucking arm! We hate him , what the hell are you doing?!"

Getting worked up now , anger Inherited , she rolled her eye at him in irritation .

"you hate him! Maybe he isn't so bad!" Seeing his rage she quickly added "off the ice!" Like it would help her case.

It didn't.

Her brother let out a unamused laugh "you're joking!" He couldn't believe it, feeling betrayed because where was his sister who had threatened to break matthews legs after he had hurt him on the ice?

"This guy had broke my nose before Cherrie! Always on my fucking back!"

She looked away from her phone with a frown, swallowing nervously because it was true . Auston liked to terrorise him on the ice, they're was kind denying it. .

"Thats just hockey."she weakly defended.

Her brother then just shook his head in absolute disbelief, unable to believe what he was hearing .

"I don't want you near him Cher. He's a asshole! And this is something that he would do just to piss me off! I know it! Try and get close to you just so he can use it against me on the ice!" He accused . Furious at the very thought.

And Cherrie froze as the first shot of doubt made its way to her head.

Lips parting in a shaky breath as she wondered if perhaps he could be right , getting with his sister would be a really big hit wouldn't it? She would be the name tossed around on the ice, the easy target. All because she liked a boy.

But that couldn't be right. She swallowed .

She had seen the way Auston looked at her, the way his fingers always seemed to itch to be on her skin, even if just a graze. The way his eyes search her face for her reaction whenever he said some stupid joke , the way he huddled closer to her in their walk home as they bitched to each other , judging everybody they passed, snickering like a couple of mean girls.

The way he held onto her and didn't seem to want to let her go. He had went of his way to make every excuse to see her again.

Surely that couldn't be an act just to her back at her brother on the ice?

Right?

He wouldn't be that cruel.

"Just-" she took in a deep breath to gather herself, shaking her head angrily at the phone.

"just shut up alright? I'm not doing anything wrong and neither is he! He's allowed to say hello!"

He had done a lot more than say hello to her but the pot had already been well stirred already, and it was on the verge of boiling over , she didn't want to make it worse.

Dalton looked at her for a moment , saw the way she wouldn't look at her screen to meet his eyes and let out a long sigh, hoping with everything in him That she was being honest .

"Well say goodbye each time then because you don't want him hanging around Cherrie. He's no good." He said.

And Cherrie had to agree there because matthews was no good for her Heart at all.

Once she had finished assuring her brother that she wasn't lying to him, the guilt , the doubt and the anger had her stomping back into his kitchen , heart pounding in her chest .

Glaring at him like he was the problem as she watched him hum happily to the radio as he baked , focused on making her cookies because she had said she needed sugar.

She had meant him. But he had taken it literally and pulled up a recipe and who was she to deny a man that wanted to bake her cookies?

"Auston matthews." She started furiously , more angry at her brother than anything . Pissed off that he thought he could tell her what to do.

Auston paused , hands on the dough as he looked warily over his shoulder at her .

"oh shit. What? Too many almonds?" He wondered , glancing down at his cookies. Hoping to break the scowl on her face.

But it didn't budge , instead she glared harder "are you joking? Am I a joke to you Auston? You think you're funny?" She gritted out, furious and overcome with a sudden insecurity that her brother was right .

Auston frowned, utterly confused as he wondered what could have made her mood dip in the matter of half an hour while she had been 'napping' in his room.

"Sometimes I do." He said cautiously, side eyeing her.

a little amused by how she had stormed into the kitchen with a ball of fire steaming from her ears without any explanation.

"But I think right now you do not." He mumbled sheepishly catching her scathing glare.

She just scoffed angrily "are you just doing this to get back at my brother? Some fucking game?" She demanded to know. Never one to beat around the bush.

He glanced down at the cookies , and frowned even harder. Brain still sluggish from the lack of sleep they had last night , turns out she had an insane amount of stamina once she got started. And she was very competitive too, even between the sheets. His legs were sore and so was his dick.

"Why Am I baking to get back at him? Is he allergic to almonds or something? Cause they're not for him anyways babe." He joked before looking back up and seeing the look on her face.

He quickly wiped his hands in a tea towel as his face softened, realising that this was serious and no laughing matter.

He sighed quietly "no. Of course it isn't. I couldn't care less about your brother." He told her honestly . Meaning it.

All he thought about was her, she was the one that was worried about Dalton. Not him.

She scoffed again "yeah right." She muttered grumpily , arms crossed defensively over her chest as she sulked.

Getting annoyed at her lack of understanding and her shitty character view of him, even after everything, he huffed at her .

Tugging her arms from her chest with a scowl that rivalled her own, knowing that he needed to tell her bluntly how he felt otherwise she wouldn't take the hint at all.

"Is it so hard to believe that I just like you for you Cherrie?" He said to her seriously . The most serious he had ever been with her before. But she needed to know.

He wasn't going to let her stupid brother plant some stupid seed of doubt about him in her mind , when all Auston wanted to do was worship the ground she walked on for the rest of their lives.

And Auston couldn't believe how shocked she looked as she gaped back at him, speechless for a long moment.

Both of them just looking at eachother , Auston with his hands on his hips as he stared her down in exasperation.

Cherrie just in disbelief.

"You like me?" She echoed , cheeks flushing at the incredulous laugh he let out at her shock.

Rolling his eyes at her in amusement "no . I hate your guts ." He deadpanned. Scoffing "don't be so ridiculous. Honestly...you're so lucky that you're so pretty cause you're dumb as shit whe it comes to this stuff." He said bluntly.

She just blinked at him, stunned.

Letting him take her into his arms with a dramatic sigh, arms wrapped around her waist as he grinned down at her in amusement , shaking his head at her.

He kissed the tip of her nose and muttered "I've liked you since the very first time you screamed some very colourful words at me when I accidentally broke your brothers nose that time."

Recalling how his heart had skipped a beat when he had met her furious eyes, his cheeks flushing beneath his mask as he was overcome by all that she was . As angry as she had been. She was incredibly hot when she looked like she wanted to kill him. That didn't help his infatuation at all.

Cherrie felt her mouth run dry, wide eyes staring into his soft ones.

"That was years ago though.." she breathed out, flustered by the softened look on his face then. His heart bare for her to see.

He just shrugged lazily , kissing the side of her face a couple of times as he murmured against her blushing cheek.

"I know. I'm crazy about you." He admitted without any shame . "So imagine how happy I was when I finally bumped into you at the hotel while you were drunk off your ass and missing one shoe?"

She buried her face in his chest, hiding her grin. Wrapping her arms around his waist as she squeezed him with a small frown , overwhelmed .

"Stupid idiot ." She mumbled, kissing over his heart. Bad at feelings. Bad at words.

He laughed loudly , running his fingers through her hair affectionately. Amused "I've just told you I adore you and you call me stupid?" He grinned

"you're so sweet babe." He teased.

She shrugged back at him , giggling a little . "You know exactly what you're getting yourself into with me Auston." She simply replied. Because it was true and she wasn't going to change herself for anybody.

And Auston just nodded his head, serious about it .

"I do. And you're worth all the trouble that you're gonna bring me. Ain't nobody better than you." He told her. Meaning it.

She just let out a light laugh and kissed him before he could see her burning cheeks.

He was worth it as well. He was just as much trouble as she was too after all. He had started this mess.

On the morning that she was supposed to fly back home, Cherrie was saddled with a clingy Auston refusing to let her out of his bed.

Laying like a needy koala on top of her, arms wrapped around her shoulders and legs around her waist, he wasn't letting her move at all. No matter how much she pinched at him or pulled his hair. He just grumbled and held her tighter, pouting .

"Don't leave." He groaned upset , kissing all over her face as she squirmed beneath him, feigning annoyance as though she wasn't Hiding a smile at his affections .

"Why would you want to leave me?!" He whined.

She just huffed, arm lazily wrapped around his shoulder as he clung to her. Stopped her fighting and just stared down at his frowning face in amusement.

She didn't exactly want to go but she couldn't stay forever , she had ...well, she had her apartment back home and..well, no friends but..still.

She had plans. With her brother. She couldn't just stay.

"Auston. I need to get up. My flight is in an hour. My bags are packed. Get off." She shoved at him again half heartedly but he just squished her into the mattress even harder, making her huff for a breath. Cursing his name. "Matthews!"

He groaned "it's baby to you." He muttered frowning up at her with his chin on her chest .

Heart aching at the thought of her leaving him just like that. "And you're bags aren't packed." He told her casually , lips twitching mischievously.

She paused in her struggle to narrow her eyes at him, sighing loudly when she saw the look of a man child trying not to laugh like a naughty child looking back at her.

"I swear to god Auston-" she hissed, looking across the room to where she had left her suitcase earlier. Closing her eyes in disbelief when she noticed that it was open, her clothes no longer nearly packed inside.

Auston just giggled against her chest, sounding smug. "Can't go now cause by the time you repack you'll be too late." He told her lightly , grinning at her glare. Unfazed by it . He just thought it made her look even more hot than she already was.

She smacked the back of his head, hard. Auston gasping as he looked down at her like a wounded puppy , whining her name as he rubbed at his head with a frown.

"Ow!"

She huffed "I can't believe you! What is wrong with you?!" She exclaimed. Looking at him in disbelief.

Auston just shrugged , carelessly . "Wanted you to stay. You've got nothing to do back there anyways. Apart from that runway show but we can fly there together on the day." He said. Having it all planned out. He wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon.

And Cherrie, Cherrie felt herself give in easily .

Because he was looking at her like...like that. Smiling and kissing at any piece of her skin that he could reach, hope written acrosss his stupid face and she just couldn't do it . Couldn't break his heart.

"Fuck you." She sighed instead .

Then she pushed him off the bed and onto the floor with one giant shove while he was distracted , laughing loudly at the girly scream he let out as he went down.

He laid there, like a starfish for a moment moment .

Blinking up at her with wide eyes and a hopeful grin "is that a yes? You'll stay?" He hoped.

Seeing her crawl back beneath the covers and toss a pillow at him with another 'get fucked.'

He laughed joyfully , whooping loudly "it's a yes!" He yelled excitedly before hurrying to get off the floor, throwing himself back down on the bed to cuddle her, kissing her like there was no tomorrow .

So fucking happy because she wasn't going anyway. She was staying with him. She was his.

Unfortunately between all the fucking, the baking and knitting. The go karting dates and intense games of twister and monopoly , Auston had completely forgot about how he had agreed to hang out with Mitch that Saturday. His friend used to just letting himself in, did just that.

And Auston was too busy with his head buried between her thighs on the twister mat to hear the sound of his door opening and closing , or the footsteps quickly coming towards them.

It wasn't until they heard a girly , shocked scream coming from the doorway that they both jumped apart. Their heads snapping over with wide eyes to see Mitch standing there, his hands covering his eyes as he screamed .

"Oh shit man!" Auston gasped as he quickly pulled up cherries shorts again, glancing down apologetically at her as he helped her sit up. "I forgot you were coming over!"

Mitch scoffed loudly , in shock . "No shit! Oh my god." He groaned in disbelief as he warily pulled his hands away from his eyes , his eyes meting cherries as she glared at him. Mortified.

He glared back at her too because he knew exactly who she was.

"I know you!" He exclaimed , gaping at her. "You called me a bitch boy with no brains like .. a waist of a pretty face twice! After each game!" He accused. Looking at Auston like he was expecting him to be shocked too.

But Auston just snorted as he wiped the back of his mouth with his hand, giggling as he leant his hand to Cherrie.

Only to have her slap it away as she got back up to her feet on her own , crossing her arms over her chest defensively as she looked at his teammate who was looking between the both of them in shock .

"She's called me worse." Auston said amused.

Embarrassed and annoyed, she didn't back down.

Instead she glared back at Mitch and scoffed "you kept calling my brother four legs!" She shot back at him. Because as annoying as Dalton was, he was still her brother and she would defend him from other hockey players with her life.

Mitch rose his brows at her, pulling a face "that's just hockey sweatheart! You didn't hear the things he called me!"

Auston frowned at him , "don't call her that." He muttered. Getting ignored by the both of them.

"I don't care what he called you!"

"I can't believe this!" Mitch looked at Auston in shock "she's the one that you wouldn't shut up about all these years! But she's so mean!" He gasped. Stunned by it all.

Cherrie looked like she was going to hit him, so Auston gently pulled her away.

Patting her back soothingly With a grin on his face, not bothered at all. Too in love and happy to care about anything else other than Cherrie.

"I know." He sighed dreamily "amazing eh?" He said. Grinning down at her like a lovesick idiot.

Mitch just blinked down at him in disbelief.

Then seeing the way Auston Kissed the side of her head and the way she gently hugged his side, fingers lopped through his belt loop, he sighed in defeat. Rubbing his hand over his face in absolute disbelief .

"This serious?" He asked them , hands on his hips like a annoyed father. Looking between the two of them silently.

Cherrie frowned "none of your business" she snapped while Auston just grinned "so serious." He said at the same time. Making them glance at each other, him in amusement while Cherrie just looked exasperated.

"What?" He laughed freely , kissing her head. "It is!"

She eventually nodded with a small sigh , hesitating for a moment before looking at Mitch with a slightly less hostile look on her face.

He was Austin's teammate after all, and it was serious. So she would have to get used to having him around because she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"It is." She agreed. Both her and Mitch just staring each other down.

Then Auston broke the tension by holding up a wooden box and asking them brightly "a game of Jenga anyone?"

What Cherrie hasn't expected when cancelling her hangout with her brother back home, was to have him turn up at her apartment in Toronto a week later without any warning.

Because if she had. Knowing that he was coming over . She wouldn't have let Auston stay over the night before.

Wouldn't have engaged in a rough sex battle for hours on her bed that morning , wouldn't have sent him to the answer the door. Thinking it was postmates with their breakfast that she had ordered.

So poor Auston was a little blindsided as he swung open the door with a happy grin on his face, just in his boxers , covered by cherries pink , silk dressing grown that barley covered her ass never mind his.

Only to be greeted by her brothers murderous face looking back at him on the over side of the door, making Austin's smile quickly slide right back off.

He tended up, shoulders lifting before letting out a akward laugh as he fastened the silk gown a little tighter around his bare chest.

Aware that his appearance screamed 'just got fucked by your sister!' Then. Hickeys littering his neck and chest because she was a little vampire , he ran a hand through his hair . Cringing a little at the awful timing of it all.

Clearing his throat as he tried to act casually , like this was totally normal.

"Oh. Hey man. Fancy seeing you here." He said .

Her just brother glared in fury , then shoved him through the door before cocking his arm back and punching him right in the nose just as Cherrie came running into the room again, in Just his shirt. Looking like sex too.

Auston groaned lowly , laid out on the floor as he clutched his poor throbbing , bleeding nose. Winching in pain "fucking hell! No hello?" He choked out, cupping his nose with a wince .

Cherrie gasping as she quickly knelt beside him, heart pounding in her chest as she glared up at her brother furiously . Quickly pulling off the fabric headband from her hair and holding it against Austin's bleeding nose.

"Dalton! What the hell is wrong with you?!" She shouted at him angrily . Gazing worriedly at Auston who was slowly pushing himself to his feet with her help, his eyes warily glancing at her brother who was red in the face and looking ready to kill.

He glared back at her in fury "don't you even start!" He hissed back at her , feeling betrayed .

"What happened to 'I only said hello?!" He Shouted. Looking like he was going to hit him again.

Auston frowned a little , sniffling as he plugged his aching nose with the fabric . Exhaling heavily "fuck me. That's what I said to you man." He managed to snark, bloody nose and all. Not helping himself at all.

"And don't talk down at her like that." He added quickly with a scowl , telling himself that smacking her brother back wouldn't help at all. In fact that might make her smack him as well. And he don't want that.

She's Worth the trouble. He reminded himself easily , tasting blood in the back of his mouth. It wasn't her fault that her brother was a dick with a mean right hook.

Dalton paced her hallway, hands in his hair as he looked at his sister , hurt by her lying to him .

"I can't believe you lied to me!" He shouted . Upset.

Cherrie let out a cold laugh, motioning towards Austons bloody nose with her hands harshly.

"I lied to you because I knew you would do this!" She screamed back at him. Just as upset. Because this was not how she wanted him to find out but it was too late now and she couldn't take anything with Auston back .

She wouldn't even if she could. She was in too deep now.

He scoffed hatefully, glaring at Auston . "No shit! Your lucky I don't kill him Cherrie! This asshole has broken my nose and concussed me more times than I can remember !" He yelled.

Auston rolled his eyes bitterly , wiping at the drying blood beneath his nose. "Maybe the concussion did some damage then. Stupid ass." He muttered.

Cherrie shot him a look "shut up." She snapped.

He did.

Then she looked at her brother and scolded "and you-I'm a grown ass woman. I can do whatever I like! You don't get to tell me who I get to be with!"

He gasped sharply "be with?!" He looked sick.

Glancing between them again and finally noticing the way Auston stood so close to her, his hand gently pressed to her back for comfort. Cherrie checking worriedly at his bruising nose every two seconds while he murmured to her that he was okay.

He felt his stomach drop "oh no." He almost whined in misery . "no. No! Please tell me this is just some stupid fucking faze! You can't be-" he looked helplessly between them "you don't actually like him do you?!" He demanded to know.

Cherrie went silent. Feeling two pairs of eyes on her, Auston frowning a little when she didn't say a thing at all.

Taking it upon himself to let him know "she does. This isn't some meaningless hook up man."

Dalton glared at him angrily "you. Shut up. You don't get to speak."

"I'll say what I want to asshole." He snapped back at him. Done with his shit. Because who did he think he was to barge in and ruin their day like this?

Her brother swallowed . Eyes widening because that sounded too much like something his sister would say for comfort.

He groaned again. "No. Cherrie come on..." he said pleadingly . Looking at her for the truth.

She swallowed thickly, glanced at Austin's frowning face as he fidgeted with his fingers and sighed in defeat .

"He's-" she breathed in nervously, not good with feelings at all. She felt sick. "I'm staying in Toronto for a while Dalton." She ended up saying instead .

He just looked back at her, confused "why?" Then he glanced at Auston and scowled "for him?" He scoffed.

She ignored his pettiness and nodded her head, reaching her hand behind her back and letting Auston intertwine their fingers.

Finding comfort in it as he gently squeezed the palm of her hand three times, shuffling closer to her till their sides were pressed together. Wincing as she took a glance up to see his bloody nose that was already bruising, having no doubt that it would look even worse tomorrow.

"For myself." She muttered then swallowed "and Auston. For the both of us. Because I want to."

Her brother shook his head "I don't get it." He said genuinely.

Glaring at him "why my sister? Cause if this is just some sick fucking game to mess with her- I will fucking kill you-" he started to threaten him, protective of her as always.

And Auston had enough . Just wanting to wash his aching nose and eat some food with Cherrie in bed, before taking her to the movies just like he had planned before he brother had barged in.

His plans weren't going to change , so he needed to set him straight now before he did what his gut was screaming at him to do and punched his stupid ass back.

"Shut up dick face." He finally spat losing his patience. "I'm doing this because I fucking love your sister alright? I've been in love with her for years so you don't get to come in here and accuse me of shit when you don't fucking know shit at all!" He snarled, picking up a cushion from the couch and hauling it at his head instead .

It went silent. Air tense. Her brother slowly looking down to the cushion that bounced onto the floor after hitting him, while Cherrie just gaped at him in shock. Gasping.

Heart pounding In Her chest as she murmured tearfully "you're in love with me?" Tugging at his hand to get him to look at her again .

Auston did. Face softening as he took in her tears eyes and flushed cheeks. Rolling his eyes at her with a small laugh , exhausted and his nose stinging like a bitch.

"Duh." He said with a sigh while cupping her face in his hands , giving her a little shake in amusement.

"thought I made it obvious. But I forgot that you're a little dumb when it comes to love." He said.

"Fuck you." She sniffled while leaning into him , grinning tearfully as he fondly pinched her cheek.

Auston smirked at her a little , "you love me too right?" He checked. Confidence wavering for a split second when she didn't immediately say it back.

But he had nothing to worry about because she snorted, then pinched his side and told him straight "I am so in love with you , you stupid asshole!" Before kissing him.

Auston laughing breathlessly against her mouth. Getting lost in her, relief filling his chest know that her knew she felt the same .

I mean. He had a feeling that she did but still, it was nice to hear it verbally. It Settled any doubt and now he wanted to buy a ring.

They only pulled away when her brother loudly cleared his throat, their faces flauhing, having forgotten that he was even there. Auston giving him a awkward grin when he met his glaring eyes.

"I'm going to beat your ass at the next game." Was all he muttered in defeat knowing that he has no say in this . She loved him after all.

Tossing his bag aside and stomping down the hallway to find the spare room, needing a long minute to take on the fact that his sister was in love with his rival. And his rival was so obviously ,  sickeningly in love with her too . He kind of wanted to die.

Auston just scoffed, wrapping his arms around cherrrie as he watched him wander away. Feeling smug, he replied "after that hit. You better watch your back!"

Making Cherrie slap his side with a glare "behave." She warned. Amused.

But it was Auston. And he was a little shit , so he also called out to him loudly before he could reach the bedroom door.

"Oh! And I'm taking you're sister out to see the movies later and you're not coming!"

Her brother yelled back "fuck you! I don't want to go anywhere with your stupid ass anyways!"

Auston scoffed "yeah well this stupid is ass is going to marry your sister. So better get used to it brother in law!" He really couldn't Help himself at all. It was just too easy.

The only answer he got was a strangled noise from him and the slamming of the door behind him.

His chuckling quickly fading as he turned around to be faced with Cherrie, arms crossed over her chest as she shook her head at him, unimpressed with him winding her brother up even more.

"What?" He muttered with a smirk.

Wrapping his arm around her neck and nudging his nose gently against her own in mirth "it's true. You like diamonds babe?"

She just sighed in exasperation and kissed him to shut him up. But he got the message loud and clear.

She totally wanted a big diamond . He had seen those rings on her fingers. She wasn't going to be cheap at all. He grinned into the kiss, lit with happiness from Within.

It only took, like three fucking years. But Totally worth the trouble . And the bloody nose.

Because the mouthy, mean girl was finally his.

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The way almost EVERY single line in YLM can be related to a previous like she wrote about Joe is INSANE. Like YLM is basically the song that would most fit the theme of Midnights (reflecting on the past and integrating it into the present) and guess what? She left it out (for reasons that I understand).

Here we go;

You say I don't understand and I say I know you don't// Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

We thought a cure would come through in time now I fear it won't// I thought the plane was goimg down, how'd you turn it right around?

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light...now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time// The entirety of Daylight duh

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light...now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time// The entirety of Daylight duh

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it //I am an architect I'm drawing up the plans (I'm reaching here I know)

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes // I am ash from your fire

Mending all her gashes // is this the end of all the endings, my broke bones are mending

You might just have dealt the final blow // Darling this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart (these two lines feel so similar to me)

Stop you're losing me (I hope I never lose you) I can't find a pulse my heart won't start anymore// he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

Every morning I glared at you with storms in my eyes// after the storm something was born on the 4th of July

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying// There's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick // I gave SO MANY SIGNS

My face was GREY but you wouldn't admit that we were sick // I don't like anticipating my face in a RED flush (I could write an essay about just this grey/red parallel but nvm)

And the air is thick with loss and indecision//clearing the air I breathed in the smoke

I know my pain is such an imposition // You don't really read into my melancholia // Always taking up too much space or time // I'm not your problem anymore

Now you're running down the hallway // I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway // You were standing hollow eyed in the hallway

And you know what they all say "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" // he better lock it down or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait

How long could we be a sad song // each bar plays our song

Till we were too far gone to bring back to life // Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

I gave you all my best mes, my endless empathy // I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best// After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that?

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier // All the bloodshed, crimson clover // And if I bleed you'll be the last to know // soldier down on that icy ground

Fighting in only your army // I'd sit with you in the trenches

Frontlines don't you ignore me // I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

I'm the best thing at this party // best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer

And I wouldn't marry me either // She would've made a lovely bride // I'd marry you with paper rings // all they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride // the entire bridge of Lover

A pathological people pleaser // what a shame she's fucked in the head // mirrorball tm // my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism

Who only wanted you to see her // Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to

And I'm fading thinking DO SOMETHING BABE // Some boys are trying too hard he don't try at all though

SAY SOMETHING // You don't ever say too much

LOSE SOMETHING BABE RISK SOMETHING // this ain't for the best

CHOOSE SOMETHING BABE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO BELIEVE // stood on the cliffside screaming "give me a reason"

i have nothing intelligent to say but I LOVE THIS, let's discuss

#ylm

[cordial-imputresco]

One of the most aggravating things in the chonny jash fandom is the feminization and infantilization of heart. If you're my mutual or if we talk a lot you already know where I stand about this but I just need to talk about this with a wider audience before I go insane. Also thanks for 50 followers I promise I'll draw more when I'm not halfway across the globe.

First off, there's no fucking reason to infantilize heart. Genuinely. I think in the album he's only treated like a child when mind called him a boy and a kid. There's no other "proof" other than when MIND LIES ABOUT HEART, and still people write heart like this insolent little kid who cannot do anything for himself.

And, I don't know if these two things are truly related, but as someone who's physically disabled it grinds a particular gear when people make the canon disabled character (anyone who thinks otherwise literally. Why do u want to take rep away from disabled people SOO BADLY) act like a child. I understand it's probably not that for some people but again, why is it so hard to imagine a disabled person who can stick up for themselves?? Heart might rely on soul or mind for certain things since he's blind but he's also his own person. Blindness effects everyone differently but one thing any physically disabled person is sick of it's infantilization and this is still true for fictional characters as well. It's genuinely never okay no matter the context.

Heart is emotionally mature. I'm sorry he is, Heart isn't a 12 year old and Heart has delt with the brunt of the body's emotions for his entire existence. He thinks logically and genuinely makes good points which are rooted in truth while mind makes outrageous claims, constantly makes heart seem like the lesser one and is genuinely so emotionally immature that it's insane. The moment he's given control over their emotions he kinda loses his shit and cannot handle it (the end line of tha and the two songs between THA and TME prove this) and yet people think heart is worse with emotions. Be so honest and give me proof of this other than when he was CONDEMNED TO APATHY.

And if u want proof for that PLEASE just listen to the bidding. Or TSE. Or literally any song that isn't about heart wanting to end his life. He sticks up for himself and specifically he talks back to mind which some fic authors genuinely just forget about?? And I get it write characters how you want to but god am I tired of seeing heart and mind argue and heart could just be replaced with a doll who says the same 3 things. "That's not true :((" "you do that too :(((" and "*sniffle* ur wrong >:((" WHYYYY ARE YOU SO INSISTENT ON MAKING HEART DEPENDENT ON OTHERS THAT HE CANNOT EVEN TALK BACK TO MIND OR SOUL. Heart harbored anger and hate but it seems like some people ignore that and just place him into this box EXACTLY LIKE MIND DID. Why did the mind gaslighting work on you /ref .

Also, since heart is "the emotional side" people lovee to make him feminine and small and it's so upsetting. First off, this idea that emotions r feminine pisses me off because it's just regurgitating misogyny and I'm sick of pretending like it's not. People fucking. Yaoi-ify (only word I can think of right now sorry) heart and mind by making mind this trad masc tall guy with a strong jaw while heart has a softer jawline and is usually smaller. It's so aggravating to me that fanon heart is this soft boi with no genuine fight to him while canonically we have SEEN HIM TALK BACK AND BE MEAN TO MIND??? I get this fandom has a lot of teenagers in it but holy shit can people not do the same shit we were doing 8 fucking years ago with tomtord.

And just one last thing, stop trying to aggressively masculinize mind just because he's emotionally immature and has a deep voice. He's not this intellectual genius debater who is dishing facts towards heart and the few things he does say that are true he says alongside actual lies about heart. Write what you want and draw what you want but please understand the irl implications of your works and understand what type of ideas are you peddling by doing what you're doing.

TLDR: stop being fucking weird about heart and treat him like a grown ass man. He's not a child.

#rant #this is all /srs #please block me if you gen write heart like this #cw caps #chonny jash #cccc #cj heart

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Don't Let Me Go

Words: 10,245

Warnings: language, talk of alcohol/alcohol consumption, regret, Leon being a dick but for a kinda good reason, people may be mad at reader cause of what she does but whatever idc this is my fucking story, maybe ooc characters and probably bad writing

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This also was originally written for my OC Tiffany (Whose info on her/original story will eventually be available on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

Leon and Hunnigan are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Actually find it fucking insane how long this thing is all together

This is it in multi-part form: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Reader and Leon are partners with their job (have been since 2004/2005) and is insinuated to be around the same height as Leon

Y/N/N/N means the nickname of your nickname (or just another nickname)

Not Proof-read and I think it can be seen every once and a while (I know you can see where my brain couldn't function how to write the scene so I just guessed and hoped for the best)

Can be read as its own story or as a sequel to You’re About To Lose The Best Damn Thing You’ve Ever Had

Losely has themes from the songs Never Say Never by The Fray, No Surprises by Radiohead, Afterglow by Taylor Swift, and Look After You by The Fray

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

January 21st of 2009

Y/N sat in front of the computer with Hunnigan as they went over the assignment before she was supposed to leave in 2 hours. Usually, she would be sitting with Leon on Hunnigan’s other side, but this wasn’t a usual case. They were working with a mix of BSAA Agents and STRATCOM agents. 3 of each, minus Y/N who was the leader of it. So in all, it was a team of 7. Overkill in her eyes. But that wasn’t her job. Her job was to get the assignment done and come back alive. 

The only reason the two organizations were forced to work together was because they both had interest in this case and decided that they needed to use both intels for it to work. Over in the Rockies in Northern Canada, parts where there were little inhabitants, people had gone missing before showing up with remnants of a strand of the T-Virus in them. BSAA had found the base back 2 weeks ago while STRATCOM had been keeping a close eye on Dr. Taylor Lewis. Someone who used to have ties with Umbrella in their Europe branch.

So when it was proposed that the two organizations team up, everyone was skeptical. Truly, the only people in the BSAA that got along with them at STRATCOM was Chris. Of course, she was sure that Jill did, but she died back 2 and a halfish years ago. But eventually they all agreed and started working on the team. 3 of the BSAA best people (minus Chris because he was already on an assignment) and 3 of STRATCOMs best (minus Leon because...well she didn’t know why he wasn’t), plus Y/N as the leader. BSAA wasn’t happy that they weren’t leading it and she knew they only tolerated it since it was the President's order for her to be the lead. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the new guy. He wasn’t Graham, the one she had grown accustomed to the past 4ish years. Hell, she never could remember his name, she just knew that Benford was the Vice and he was one of Leon’s friends.

Leon.

She hadn’t seen him much since the start of the year. Since the...break up. And she hadn’t even been avoiding him this time. It just was as if he was never in the office the past 20 days. Not that she had been keeping count! Because she definitely hadn’t been! She just did the math in her head at the moment.

“So, we have some time to spare, want to tell me why Leon sent in a new partner request? You finally ran him away?”

Y/N sighed and flicked a random small balled up piece of paper off the desk. “I don’t even know what happened. Everything was good one second then the next it just...” She trailed off, unsure as to what to say.

“Wasn’t?”

She nodded at Hunnigan’s word. “Yeah. I don’t know what happened.”

“Did someone find out?”

“Find what out?” She looked at the FOS Agent, who gave her a ‘don’t-lie-to-me’ look and Y/N sighed again. “I genuinely don’t know. We were training one day, and I had knocked him down, so he had pulled me with him, which led to us making out. But we were the only ones in the training room and even if someone did walk in, we were hidden by some equipment. The only thing that would have been heard would be our kissing. But that could be any two agents! So I don’t know why it would have knocked him so out of sorts!”

“Cameras?”

“That one corner that isn’t covered by them is where we were. We always trained in the corner.”

“That could be it then. Someone put two and two together and threatened to expose it.”

The slightly younger girl groaned and laid her head on the desk in front of her. “Why couldn’t he have told me? It’s not like I would have freaked! Him doing what he did caused more damage anyways.” She sat back up and ran a hand through her hair, “Where the hell has he been anyways? Haven't seen him since he broke it off and requested a new partner.”

“His own mission. One that I actually can’t tell you about, unfortunately since it’s a gray area on you two being partners.”

“Is he at least okay? Concerning that he’s been gone so long.”

“He called me yesterday saying everything was fine, but he still wasn’t sure when he would return. But it could be a concern as he mentioned he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to call again. He’d try to ping a location, but if we get nothing, wait a week before extraction.”

“Back to the partner comment you made, I just don’t get why he broke up with me and requested a new partner. All he had to do was one and I would have been just fine.” Y/N laid her head in her hand, “I honestly just wish there was a way that we could’ve stayed together and be partners. That would be my ideal situation.”

“Hm, I think, the keyword really is think, there might be a loophole.”

Y/N perked up at that, “Whaddya mean?”

“I think there’s some rule that says you can if you meet certain requirements. I can always look for you, it’ll give me something else to do than make sure my two favorite humans don’t die on different missions.”

Y/N smiled, “If you wanna, I’m fine either way. Leon will do what Leon wants to do and I won’t stop him.”

“Whatever you say.” Hunnigan glanced at the clock on her computer before continuing, “Better let you get ready. Don’t want to keep the BSAA guys waiting.”

Y/N laughed as she stood, “What can they do? Mission won’t start without me there.”

Hunnigan gave her a smile, “I’ll look that up for you and update you on what I find. Don’t die before I get you an answer.”

Y/N smiled, “No promises darling.”

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February 18th of 2009

Y/N wrapped the jacket closer around her and made sure the mask was tucked in so she wouldn’t freeze her face. Her shotgun was drawn as she looked out the scope, still no heat signatures could be found. They had been there for 4 weeks now and still nothing.

But, what had happened in those four weeks since the mission had started, 3 of the men had died. One of her own and two from BSAA. She felt bad about the last BSAA kid because even though he was one of the best they had available, he was a rookie. She believed he had only been there for a year, a year and a half tops. So he was the only one out there for the BSAA and had little experience. He was just an excellent fucking shot and took directions well (literally what his file said). And she had found it to be true. Even in the snow, he could find the target and shoot them down. 

He was the only reason they hadn’t all died that night.

Since they had gotten there, more and more sunlight was available, but it still didn’t last half a day. And while temperatures were warming up, they still were freezing their asses off. Plus, it didn’t help that Hunnigan had just warned them a snow storm was possibly on its way in. 

2 weeks in, she was happy that they were almost done with their trek through the mountain. She was really starting to hate those snow-mobiles. And then around 3 days later, when they came into contact with their agent that had been giving the intel, the remaining 5 members of the team began the stake out to find where the Doctor was and how the people were being infected. But now here they were, around 10 days later and still nothing. No sight of Lewis or of any habitants of the small village that if she was to be honest, she had no clue existed before this. 

That was, until she moved her scope to face more towards the West. She adjusted the sight and zoomed in where she thought that she saw movement. And when she was able to focus her sight, she saw that there was a group of bodies standing in one of the buildings. She switched over to night vision and saw that they were just barely too far off for her to make out who it was. She carefully snuck closer, jumping to the top of the abandoned building by her. 

She looked again and was able to see that it was Lewis with 2 other people. She didn’t recognize either of them, but one of them looked eerily familiar. But she was sure whoever the two were, they had been gathering the people to be injected with the virus. 

She grabbed her walkie from her side pocket and pressed the button to call for her team. “Dream Team, come in this is Condor 2. Over.” Dream Team was something that one of the BSAA Agents had suggested for them to call themselves rather than the boring Snow Squad that they had originally been assigned. And while she was technically Flake 1, she was used to always being referred to as Condor 2, so she asked for when it was just to them or to Hunnigan, say Condor 2. Otherwise she was sure that she and Hunnigan would get thrown off.

“This is Flake 2. I have the rest of the team with me. What do you need? Over.”

“Lewis and two men are in a building three down from my location. A house down from the original spot. I see them talking, but no one else is there. Over.”

“What do you want us to do? Over.”

“Start the plan into motion. I’ll follow and see where Lewis and her men head. Do nothing until I say so, unless you get under attack. Understand? Over.”

“Is that a direct order, Flake 1? Over.”

She sighed, Stacey hated this. She knew he did. Hated that someone who had been there for less time than him was the leader. He was the only one who refused to call her Condor 2 and kept Flake 1 and made sure everyone went by their actual callsign and not the one that they wanted.  “Yes, Flake 2. It is. Now do you all understand? Over.” She heard a range of everyone, including Stacey, say they understood. “Good. I’m contacting HQ. This is Condor 2 over and out.”

She reclipped the talkie and grabbed the other one that was specific for Hunnigan. She looked back in the scope and saw that Lewis and the 2 men were exiting the building. She quickly pulled the gun away to follow behind them. When Hunnigan answered, she heard the lady’s voice in her ear piece.

“This is Hunnigan, Condor 1 is here with me.”

Y/N internally groaned. Why was Leon there? Was he even allowed to be? So many questions ran through her head, but she didn’t ask them. She just nodded and ran towards the direction she saw them heading. “Fine. Lewis has been found. I’m following behind on foot. The rest of what remains of the team are getting ready for my word to follow. And--fuck.”

She ended the call before Hunnigan could say anything and made sure Hunnigan couldn’t immediately call back after she had turned a corner to see a fairly large group of military looking people. She turned back and jumped into the house that had an opened window. She snuck over to another before she looked out the window to try and count how many were there. But she was stopped before she finished when someone looked in. She quickly slipped down, trying desperately not to be seen. 

And she was sure she got away with it. That was, until her walkie went off and the BSAA kid could be heard practically yelling through it. And when she heard the words he was saying, the blood that was barely not cold already, went frozen in her body.

The kid was freaking and she could hear the guns in the background. Apparently Lewis and the men knew they were there. They knew she was watching. It had been a trap to get her away. She wondered how it was possible, until it registered to her that it was the electronics. And then she realized who the other guy was. She had dealt with him a few months ago with Leon. The two had been separated and had to pray that they would make it back to the other without any guidance from anyone as to where to go because the man could track any electronic waves.

But unfortunately for her, the man outside the window heard it too and had slammed it in. She gave them no chance and immediately grabbed her gun and shot them. Thankfully she was able to get a headshot, even with him moving and her shaking, gloved hand. But it only gave her enough time to disconnect her electronics and toss everything but the small remote that gave her the ability to ping a quick location. She ran up the stairs, trying to find an alternate way out, but realized she was blocked in. her chest tightened as she realized how badly this could end for her.

She grabbed her submachine gun and aimed it at the stairs, getting ready for anyone who was going to come up. She let out a shaky breath as she heard the door being broken down and the sound of someone running up the stairs. She never had been so thankful that she never fucking used these fuckers so she was loaded on bullets for it as it felt for each guy she killed, double the amount came back. 

And unfortunately, she was so focused on the stairs, she hadn’t noticed the sound of someone taking apart the roof and jumping down. Her mind had barely registered the sharp pain in her neck before she was surprised when they grabbed her from the back and her mind just blanked. Forgot how to fight back, forgetting almost every piece of training she had. She didn’t know what to do and wasn’t used to this. Whenever her fight or fright kicked in, it was always fight. She never got scared. But for some reason, she did this time.

As they pulled her to the ground, her body felt incapable of fighting back. As if someone had left her out in the freezing cold with not enough clothes. She wasn’t able to move or even scream when she felt the knife stab into the top of her sternum and start to drag down. The man on top of her only stopped when the sound of a whistle was heard through the air. It was as if the second that went off, every man and woman there were called to go somewhere else. The knife was pulled from her as she walked away and she slowly regained the feeling in her body.

But as she regained that feeling, she felt how deep the knife had gone. She felt the blood falling. She slowly moved to grab the bandages from her side pocket. They weren’t much but she knew it was all that she had. She grabbed it and tried to remove her clothing, not caring that her entire body was freezing from the temperature outside. She didn’t care that her bandaging was horribly done and that it wouldn’t do much.

All that she did was grab her clothes and quickly layer them back on. All she did was wobbly get up and leave the scene. Trying to get further and find out where all those people had gone. And she prayed that it wasn’t fucking bingo.

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Leon’s POV

Leon, who had only been there because he was going over a report with Hunnigan, head snapped over towards Hunnigan the moment that Y/N ended the call. Worry spread through his body as they were unable to contact her back. He felt his knee unconsciously bouncing up and down as the computer kept beeping. He knew that he technically had no reason to be worried. Now, thanks to his own doing, all she was to him was another Agent. Not his partner. Not his girlfriend. Not even his friend. (Of course he didn’t know that the last part was all on his own)

“Why is it doing that? Why can’t you get back to her?”

“She blocked me from calling. Which means one of two things; she needed no distractions or she had to go semi-dark. I’m trying the other 4 members of her team and if they don’t respond, it means that they had to go dark too.”

Leon bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that the team originally consisted of 7 plus Y/N/N. The original 3 BSAA and 3 STRATCOM had been reduced to 1 BSAA and 2 of their own. 

If he was going to be honest, Leon didn’t care about the team, he just cared about Y/N and if she was okay. He hadn’t meant to do what he did then just disappear. He meant to break up and let her be for a few days, a week tops, then talk to her. But then he got called in and had to leave immediately. He knew from Claire and Hunnigan both that she didn’t understand why it happened or what caused it. Which he knew was his own doing. He should have told her. He shouldn’t have just said that they weren’t gonna work out. Especially since on their previous mission together they had a run in with Ada. 

But that wasn’t why he did it. No. It was because Stacey had been that person who they thought walked in. And as they had exited the training room, had messaged Leon to remind him that fraternizing with your partner was against the rules. He knew he should have just told Y/N why he was doing it, why he pulled away and why he treated her like shit for so long. But he couldn’t. He was scared that if he had, she would have argued with him and said it was fine. That they would figure it out together. It’s how she was and he knew it was. 

Of course, he still felt horrible for what happened on New Years, he shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up just to crush them the following days. He shouldn’t have treated her the way that Ada would treat him. Shouldn’t have done something that would make her feel like he was using her in the moment because he needed something just to hurt her later.

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December 31st of 2008/January 1st of 2009

Leon had gotten to her apartment earlier that day to help Y/N put up the decorations. But the entire time all that he had said to her was when he asked her to hand him something or made a comment about getting a drink or going to the bathroom. And then once Chris had arrived, surprisingly being the first, he had gone to talk to him. He had seen her leave from the corner of his eye, knowing she was changing out of the pajamas she had been in all day. 

He had no idea what she was going to come out in, but as she came back from her bedroom, a glass of champagne having already been downed, he knew it would be hard to keep himself under control. He noticed that she was wearing that top she had not-so-secretly bought a few weeks ago. Or at least he assumed it was. He had never seen the one she was wearing and he knew she hadn’t worn that one top yet. It was paired with her stupid jeans that fit her perfectly and those stupid heels that he loved on her because for some reason it always turned him on when she was practically a head taller than him. He saw her necklace was the one he bought her for their first anniversary in 2007. The rings were the ones she always wore and he noted that she wore the bracelet that she had owned since highschool on her right wrist, opposite of the watch he got her back in 2006 after her previous one got destroyed on a mission. Thankfully it was her birthday too so he didn’t have to deal with her arguing too much so he could argue that it was a gift for her birthday and she couldn’t turn it away.

He remembered how she kept saying he didn’t have to and that it must’ve cost a fortune. He had just shrugged it off and said he knew she needed one and he thought she liked that one. And even now, over 2 years later, he still hasn't disclosed the price of it. Something he’d never do because he knew she’d give it back and feel horrible about it. Knowing the only reason she had accepted the necklace was because it was their anniversary and she had gotten him something he knew was expensive as hell.

But even then, he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t go near her. Even as the rest of the group got there. He occupied himself with drinking and talking with people. Even as he saw the look of desperation on her face as she talked to Jess and Claire. Even as he watched her walk back to her room with a face full of complete defeat written all over her face.

No. he stayed talking with Chris and her brother Joe while he knew she was likely standing in the bathroom that connected to her bedroom. While he knew that she was probably doing anything to distract herself from how he had been ignoring her. He knew she could hear him talking and laughing with them. He knew that it seemed like he was happier with everyone except for her. But he wasn’t. He hated this. Hated this hell he had created by not doing it already. This hell he had created for both of them where he knew she was feeling like a deflated balloon that he didn’t want anymore. When that was the complete opposite of what was true. God did he want her. God did he not want to have to hurt her this way. All he wanted to do was hold her and tell her it would be okay.

Let her convince him that Stacey wouldn’t out their relationship and they would figure it out.

He got pulled out from the conversation when he heard a faint sound of something crashing in the back. He wasn’t sure if others had heard and chose to ignore it, or if it was just him who did since he was the closest to the hall. He stood and excused himself saying that he was gonna go check on her since they hadn’t seen her in a bit. 

When he got to the back of the apartment, he looked in and saw that it had just been the cup that held their toothbrushes and pastes. He watched as she leaned down and grabbed the fallen contents. He realized that she didn’t even notice him there until she jumped as he laid a soft knock on the door.

He laughed softly, like he always did when she did this. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” As she placed the cup back where it went, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. The jolt from her didn’t go unnoticed and his face went from one of playfulness to concern. “Hey, you okay?”

She nodded silently, and he saw that she was trying to keep her breathing steady. “Yeah. Sorry. I think I’m just getting tired. My body isn’t used to not having to be on edge 24/7.”

He knew she was lying. He could tell it in her voice. But he still cracked a small smile in an attempt to calm her down. “Can’t disagree with you there. But you seem genuinely freaked, like after a mission.” The smile switched to one of concern, “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

She nodded and turned to him, giving him a smile of her own. “Yeah. I am Lee. Promise.” Lee, the nickname she gave him after their first mission together when she got a concussion. He remembered that his name kept blanking on her (as did most people) so she just referred to him as Lee as it was all she could remember and it had stuck. He noticed as she looked down at her watch before looking back at him, “Hey, it’s 11:59, we should get back in there.”

He was about to go to move some hair from her face, but stopped before he even reached his hand. He knew it would leave her even more confused when he broke it off. He knew it would make it harder for him if he continued to act like a boyfriend. So he kept on telling himself that he was being a friend. Friends treat friends this way. He could still be this way with her even when he calls quits to save her reputation. “Are you sure? It seemed like you had left for a reason.”

He knew from the look on her face that he was the reason and it hurt. At first it was because he hated that he was treating her like this, leading her on. But then it was because he couldn’t feel that way. He had to pull away from her so it would hurt less when he broke it. But he felt his resolve falling and knew it was close to breaking.

“Yeah. I’m perfectly fine. I just needed to get away for a moment. You know how I am.” 

He knew it was a lie. He knew she lied about something he wouldn’t call her out about. He studied her face and saw that she was doing everything to show she wasn’t lying. He knew she knew he was doing this. But he said nothing. He didn’t put her on the spot. Call her out. He just let her do it. Especially as everyone in her living room began to count down.

However, neither of them moved as their friends began down from 10. This was the closest he had been to her since Christmas. It was taking everything in him not to kiss her. Everything in him to not grab her face and pull it to his. But that entire work he was putting in was thrown out of the window the moment she brought her hand up and brushed some hair out of his face. And as she leaned in to him when their friends reached one, his thoughts to push her away were thrown out the window. As she placed a kiss on his lips. He heard nothing as he felt her softer lips on his own chapped ones. 

As she pulled her lips away from his, any control that had been left there disappeared as his hands on her cheeks and he slammed his back onto hers. The moment she let out a tiny gasp, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as he began moving them to the sink. Only stopping when the back of her legs met her sink. 

He pulled away for a moment, just to bring his lips down to her neck. And between kisses he asked a question that plagued him since he saw her come out in it. “Is this...a new...top?” He heard her humming in response, eliciting a small chuckle from him. “Is that a yes baby?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was soft and breathy, just above a whisper and he held back a groan when she did.

“I like it. You should wear it more.” He carefully moved her arms up so he could pull it off. His lips lingered on her collarbone, close to the center by her sternum, as he breathed in her perfume. It was a warmer one, a mix of vanilla and spice. He recognized it as the one he bought her back when she dragged him into Victoria Secrets when they were having a sale. He remembered her arguing with her that she wanted to buy it so they agreed that he’d buy her that and she could buy him whatever cologne he wanted. Which just happened to be the one he was wearing tonight.

His lips continued down her body as he got other noises from her. He only stopped when he heard a gasp, immediately pulling his lips away from her. His eyes looked over to see Y/N's sister-in-law standing there with a hand over her mouth.

“Shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve known what you two were doing when you didn’t respond. Fuck, I’m sorry. Um, Joe and I are heading out. I don’t wanna overwork my sister too much by watching the kids after she had a long week. But we had fun. I’ll see you later.”

He stood as he watched Jessica leave the room and felt Y/N/N's head fall on his shoulder. He listened as she ranted about how embarrassed she was by what just happened. How she had been hidden for nearly 30 minutes and then someone came to find her, just to see her making out with her boyfriend. So fucking embarrassing. 

He laughed lightly and joked, “At least we were just making out and not actually having sex.”

She groaned and buried her head in his chest, “I did not just say that out loud, did I?”

He missed the top of her head, “It’s okay.” He pulled away before leaning down to grab her shirt from where he had thrown it on the floor and handed it to her. After she slipped it on, he kissed her lips again. “You know I love you, right?”

She smiled and looked into his blue eyes, “Yeah, ‘course I do.”

“Good.”

This was going to hurt when he finally did it.

--

Leon knew that she wasn’t asleep as she laid by him. But he stayed quiet. He knew tonight would haunt him. He was supposed to be pushing her away. Not drawing her back in and making her feel better while he was just going to hurt her in the end.

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January 3rd of 2009

He knew she was hurt. He knew she was trying not to cry. Leon knew how mad and confused she was. He knew. He knew her too well. He knew that she understood none of it. Even after he explained. He knew that she saw him as the one for her because he knew she was the one for him. But he could stop. He had to end them so neither...no so she didn’t get her reputation ruined. He refused to let anyone think that the only reason she gets chosen for assignments is because they’re together. He refused to let anyone think of her as anything but the fucking amazing and talented agent she was.

He had promised her back years ago that he would never hurt her. That he would never be the one to break her heart. That he would be there by her side no matter what. But then here he was, breaking her heart and about to leave her.

In the end, all that he could say was, “I’m sorry.” And “You don’t deserve this.” He reached to grab her hand in an attempt to comfort her, but she jerked it away. Which he understood. He deserved it. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved better than him. “You deserve better than this. Than me. Than our fucked up situation.”

“But Leon, I like it. I love you. I don’t care about the secrets and the lies. I just want you. Leon, please.”

“I can’t.” He stressed, he still hadn’t said what Hunnigan had told him when he asked what would happen. That was why he was doing this. He had to protect her.

“Can’t what?” Her voice was stretched, he knew she was trying not to cry.

For a brief second, he thought that he shouldn’t do it, but as he saw her face, saw as she was breaking, he decided to do it. “Can’t ask you to possibly give up your job because someone found out! Watch as you have to get reassigned because Hunnigan already confirmed that it would be you. Watch as your life completely changes just so you can be with me!” He ran a hand through his hair, “That’s why we’re done, Y/N/N. Why we have to be. Both in this relationship and in our partnership for work. I already sent in the request for a new partner.” He hadn’t said that last part to her yet. But it was true. He did it yesterday. After she had left the office for the day.

“Leon.”

He ignored her as he walked to her door, he was planning on just leaving, saying nothing else. But as his hand reached for the knob, he stopped, “I’m really sorry Y/N/N. Truly, deeply, sorry.” 

He walked out after that. But he didn’t go far. He stayed there in the long hall. He brought a hand up to his mouth to stiffen the sobs that were threatening to fall. He felt his chest tighten as he heard her scream and a crash. He knew she was angry and upset. He knew she was blaming herself. And it took everything in him to not open the door and agree with her that they’d figure this out. That they’d find a loophole. That they’d be alright.

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February 18th of 2009

He shook his head, trying to forget that last time he saw her. Instead, he became hyper focused on Hunnigan trying to contact anyone on her team. The difference between her and them was with them, it called, but no one answered. He felt himself picking at the calluses on his hands, a bad habit that she always noticed. A habit that whenever she saw, she would take his hands into hers and hold them. He ran a hand through his hair as the nerves built up again when it went off that she disconnected herself from being able to be contacted. 

He hadn’t even noticed Hunnigan talking to someone through her mic set until she said: “Do you want me to assume her and her team are dead, sir?” He snapped his head to her. What did she mean by that? Why would they assume that Y/N was dead? She just went dark. Since when has it been the procedure to assume death when gone dark. “Of course sir, I’ll keep watch and will let Agent Kennedy know.” Leon narrowed his eyes at Hunnigan as she turned to him. “They want me to keep an eye out for if she pings a location in the next 48 hours. If not, then you’re being deployed to finish the mission and if you come in contact with her, call for an evac for her. But shoot to kill if she’s been bitten.”

Leon looked away from Hunnigan. He wasn’t sure if he could do that. Shoot to kill Y/N. Personal feelings aside, they had been partners since she joined back in 2004. Since right after he got back from Spain. Hell, she would’ve been with him if she hadn't had to get her appendix taken out and miss training causing her start date to be pushed back to where it was around 48 hours before he got back from Spain with Ashley. He had known her for 4, going on 5 years now. How could he shoot her, even if it was for the greater good? He felt his chest tighten and--

“Leon? Do you understand?”

He looked back at Hunnigan and nodded silently before getting up to leave the room. He couldn’t be there anymore. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He practically ran through the halls, not caring who looked at him. Only able to catch his breath when the cold February air hit his skin. He heaved, his hands on his knees and he leaned forward. He couldn’t do it. He knew he wouldn't be able to do it. He knew that he would get in trouble. But he would rather get in trouble for not doing his job than have to shoot her.

He just prayed that she pinged to prove she was alive. And that if he ever got sent in, he would find her. Alive or dead but not bitten. Not turned. He’d rather find her already dead than have to do it himself. He would never be able to live if he broke her heart and then killed her.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to live with himself if he broke her heart and then found her dead.

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February 28th of 2009

36 hours after she went dark they received the first ping. 11 days had passed since and they had gotten 8 more pings. Leon was at his desk, waiting for Hunnigan to tell him they got the next ping. But as the sun went further and further down, they still had got nothing. He kept telling himself that she was okay. That maybe she just forgot or wasn’t somewhere where she could.

He kept telling himself that it was okay and she was alive. That he had no reason to worry. That she would make it back to them alive.

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March 2nd of 2009

Leon looked out the window of the helicopter he was on. 4 days had passed since her last ping. Since they last heard of her being alive. They had sent him in the early hours of the morning to go finish the job and find her. They told him to not have hope she’d be found alive. The cold was horrid and she was supposed to be back by now. It was doubtful she’d have enough heat stored to survive.

But he ignored them. He ignored their warnings and pushed them away as he climbed down and off the heli and walked the remaining mile to the village her team were meant to be staying at.

It took him almost no time to find the abandoned snow-mobiles they had ridden to get there. Took him almost no time to walk into the small place they were staying to find the rest of her team all dead. But still, there was no sign of her. No sign that she had even been there recently. He told Hunnigan and she responded that she’d send someone once they found Y/N. As he exited the house, he grabbed the keys to be able to use one of the vehicles.

He drove through the town until he reached the point where she had gone dark at. It was by a larger building that stood out compared to the rest. But that wasn’t where she had left at. She had left off in a small home by it. He walked in and looked around, finding her tracker and communication devices in a box that had been covered in snow. A few of the windows had been shot through, he assumed it was from her. He walked up the stairs and saw that there was no way out from there. If she had been in there, she had left the same way she went in.

He walked out of the house and was about to get back on the snowmobile, to head to her last pinged location, but he realized that it was inside the large building and he would have to walk it. The sun was going down as the time passed 6 PM as he jumped the fence and ran around trying to find her, shooting those infected that got in his way. Which he was surprised wasn’t that many. He had expected more to be there, but it was like someone had already gone through and killed most of them. 

He ignored the fatigue that grew as he ran closer and the sky got darker. Or at least he assumed it did, there were practically no windows in this place so all he had was his watch to tell the time. He ignored the gnawing feeling he had that he was going to find her dead. That he came all the way to bring her home alive that he’d have to do it dead. That he kept telling himself that she’d be alright and he could apologize. He could tell her what Hunnigan told him when he got back. So he could apologize and let her scream and yell and choose what to do. 

So he could know if there ever would be a possibility that they could have made it. That they could have done more if he hadn’t let the possibility of what could've happened take control of his life.

As he grew closer and closer to where she had last pinged, he felt his heart drop further and further into his stomach as he saw more and more blood covering the floor. He kept telling himself that it wasn’t hers. It was someone else's. And he wasn’t entirely wrong as he grew closer. A body laid on the ground, he could tell the blood wasn’t even an entire week old so it had to be from around her last ping. He placed his boot at the dead and grimaced as he recognized him as the guy from last summer.

That told him why she went dark. 

He kneeled by the body, looking for what caused the bleeding, finding a few bullet holes. They weren’t accurate and he could tell that whoever shot them had a shaky hand. Making him doubt it was Y/N. One thing he knew he could always count on was her steady aim. Rarely would she hit a target in the wrong spot on accident. It was always on purpose. But, he knew the bullet holes. It was with a Lightning Hawk. It was like how he always had his Matilda, she always had a Lightning Hawk on her.

He stood up and continued on, looking down at the small device to see how much further and realized that it was to his left. He turned and saw a door drawn shut. He put the device away and grabbed his gun out from its holster and carefully opened the door. He swiftly turned to walk further in, something that at first seemed futile as he didn’t see her. But as he walked further in and looked around, he saw remnants of her having previously been there.

He kneeled by her clicker that had been pinging her location when she told it to was on the floor with some of the layers she had been wearing when the mission started. But what scared him was that there was a bandage covered in blood that looked like it had been sitting there for a few days. If it was her blood like he thought, that would explain why it looked like someone had shot the guy shakily and unsure. And so that nausea grew as the gnawing feeling that she was dead came back to him. 

He shook his head of those thoughts and got up, looking around the room more. As his eyes scanned, he saw that there was a trail of blood that led to one of the walls. When he got closer, he saw the faint marks of what he assumed had been someone moving the cement. He put the flashlight between his teeth and holstered his gun as he began to touch around, trying to find a weak point in the wall. When he did, he pushed in until it started moving. Once it was opened enough for him to slip through, he grabbed the flashlight from his mouth and upholstered the gun. 

He pointed the gun forward and slipped through the crack, he walked with cautious footing. He still found it rather suspicious that he hadn’t had to deal with much since he had gotten there. His senses were on high alert, feeling like there was a possibility of him getting attacked at any point. He walked down the dimly lit room, turning the flash on and off so for the case of someone watching him, there was a possibility of him throwing them off. 

But any want to not get caught and have the element of surprise immediately left his body when he heard gunshots down the end of the hall. He ran as fast as he could and slammed the door open, gun ready to shoot. But when he got there, he saw that Dr. Lewis was already bleeding out on the floor, but still reaching for her own gun. As he approached the woman, he looked around and saw Y/N laying on her stomach, gun on her non-dominant side, in a corner. And as much as he wanted to check on her first, he ran over to the doctor and kicked her gun as far away from her as possible. 

He kept his gun up and stood over Lewis, the barrel of the gun pointed at her head, daring her to do something. But all she did was laugh before coughing up blood. “You...you really think this...this will be...be the e-end? You...you killing me? Think it...it will bring that little b-bitch ba-ack.”

He knew he was supposed to bring her in alive. So they could question her. But Leon just couldn’t. He knew she had been experimenting on children more than she ever had with adults. The information Y/N had found and sent in before she went dark proved it. And something, some part of him, felt like no one who did that to kids could live. Maybe it was his belief that he still was doing this for Sherry. He knew she was an adult now and that she doesn’t need his protection anymore, but it didn’t stop him from making it his main reason. 

With his gun still smoking, and Lewis’s eyes going blank with death, he pulled it down. “Still stops you.” He looked up when he heard the sound of an alarm going off and his vision was encased in red. He should have known that killing the head would do this, but he didn’t give a shit. All he cared about was saving her. He ignored the blaring alarm and robotic voice saying that the building will self-destruct in 10 minutes.

He turned to run back to where Y/N was lying. As he got closer to her, he could see she was slipping in and out of consciousness. When he reached her, he placed a gentle finger where her pulse would be, he knew he should have kept his eyes trained on Lewis, in case she turned herself into something, but he didn’t. His eyes were trained on Y/N. She was covered in sweat and blood, hair clinging onto her. Her breathing was labored and she barely was able to keep her eyes open. He turned her to her back and immediately saw what the reason for the bleeding was. 

A large gash that went down her sternum. There was dried blood all around it and he saw that shittily done bandage that had moved. It was surely infected and was probably the reason for her sweat. He grabbed his device to call Hunnigan and requested a medical evac. He found Y/N and she was alive. They were in the building, but he was going to try and get her outside. Hunnigan informed him that she already sent one the moment he said the rest of the team was dead and they were 5 minutes out.

The moment the call ended, he gently moved one of Y/N 's arms around his neck before putting his arms under her body. Placing one securely under her knees and the other behind her back and under her other arm. He heard her groan in pain as he started to carry her out. Trying to figure out how to get to the roof.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N/N.”

“Leon?” Her voice was hoarse, barely there.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. I got you. Medic is 5 minutes out, okay? I’m gonna get you out. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Leon, please, just let me go.”

He shook his head, “No. I’m not doing that. I’m not letting you go. Not anytime soon.”

“But it hurts.”

He looked down at her and saw her eyes were closing again, “I know. I know it does. But I need you to keep your eyes open for me, alright? I know it’s gonna be hard, but I need you to do that.”

“But it feels better that way.”

He kicked a door open that led to stairs, “I know it does Y/N/N/N, I know. But I really need you to keep them open. Just until the evac gets here. Once they get us, you’ll be alright. You can close your eyes. Just keep them open till then.” Y/N/N/N. A nickname he came up with once when they were both drunk and abnormally clingy to one another. A nickname that he only used around her when he was close to breaking.

But she nodded, “Okay, I’ll try.”

He smiled down at her, “Good, try.”

He knew if she wasn’t injured and delirious, she would be yelling and screaming at him. So a part of him was happy she was, but most of him was scared that they medic wouldn’t get here in time and they would be fucked. That the team wouldn’t get there and he would lose her. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t lose her. Not yet. Not now. Not when he had so much apologizing to do. 

So when he made it out of the maze of a building, he let out a breath of relief when he saw the helicopter landing. Never in his life did he think he’d be so grateful that living Agents were top priority. That they’d rather lose the dead bodies and explain to the families that there was no body than possibly lose someone that could still be of use to them. Of course, he knew there was also the likelihood that they had sent two helicopters.

As he got to the Helicopter, he passed her body to one of the Agents in it before jumping in himself. And as they flew off, he helped close the door that he had jumped in from. For a moment, he stared at the window to see the sun coming up in the distance as the building exploded. But only after a second, he turned back to see the two medics already hooking Y/N up and getting her the help she needed.

He slumped down into one of the small chairs, leaning his head against the cool metal and silently watched as they flew to a hospital in Vancouver that was used to STRATCOM and the BSAA. 

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March 9th of 2009

Y/N's POV

Beeping. That was all she could hear. Her entire body was sore, feeling like she had been dropped from the top of a building. After a few moments of trying, she finally was able to open her eyes. But she instantly regretted it as the bright fluorescents welcomed her. She groaned as they tried to adjust to the brightness. She looked around and suddenly realized that she was in a hospital. That was the reason for the beeping as she realized how hooked up she was. 

Her throat felt dry and like something had been pulled from there. She moved her head to the side and let out a shocked gasp when she saw who was by her. She thought she had been dreaming. That the fever she knew she had from the infection that she knew had happened from the terrible keep of her cut had made her imagine he was there. That he had been the one to save her. 

She felt her hand move to reach out to him, but she dropped it when she heard the sound of the door opening. A lady, probably around her grams’s age, walked in. She had a soft smile on her face when she looked at Y/N and walked closer to her. Y/N watched as the lady began fiddling with one of the bags that she assumed was liquids to keep her from getting dehydrated. 

“You’re very lucky that boy got to you when he did.” The lady turned to her, “He’s a keeper, that one. He hasn’t left this hospital except for the one time me and another nurse forced him to get a hotel and sleep properly.”

“He’s just my partner--no, wait, he...I don’t know.” It hurt to speak, it felt like she hadn’t used her voice in years.

The lady raised a brow, “I doubt whatever he did will last long. You’ve been here a week and he’s had chances to go back to DC, but he’s stayed here.”

“Where is here? And what day is it?”

“You’re in Vancouver, it’s March 9th. Do you know the year?”

“2009?”

“Good, who’s your President?”

She genuinely had no idea. Graham had ended his Presidency a few months ago and she still had to learn the new guy's name. Only did she know the Vice-President. “I haven’t learned his name yet, but the Vice-President is Adam Benford, he used to be the CIA Director.”

“Hm, I guess that works.” The nurse chuckled, “You sure know a lot about him.”

She looked at Leon, “Yeah...the two of them are friends.”

“I should have expected that. Well sweetheart, we have you on a morphine drip to--”

“I-I can’t have morphine in large doses. It affects me worse than dilaudid.”

The lady took a look at her file and sighed, “Well I be damned, the nurse who did this completely ignored that it says no morphine.” She looked at Y/N, “I’m going let the head nurse know and we’ll get you switched onto, dilaudid you said? It works with no issue

“Yeah, every time it’s worked in the past it's been with no issues.”

“Alright.” She wrote something down, “I’ll be back in a few.”

Y/N nodded as that lady walked out of the room. Her eyes went back to Leon, who was still asleep in the chair, but she noticed how one of his hands was sitting on top of the bed, like he had been holding hers while she was out.  She gently took it in hers and brushed her thumb over the top. She wondered if Hunnigan ever found a loophole for them to work. If she ever found a way that she could use to show Leon they could have worked.

She watched as he stirred, his eyes slowly opening and blinking to adjust to the bright lights. He groaned before looking at her and she watched as he straightened up and took her hand in his own. She watched as his usual emotionless face turned to one full of emotions.

She gave him a soft smile, “Hey Lee.”

He moved the chair to be closer before he ran a hand over her, moving hair from her face. “Hey beauti--Y/N/N.”

She moved her hand to go back to rubbing the top of his, “You can call me beautiful. You got me out of there after all.”

“You scared me, y’know? I thought I had lost you there and I wouldn’t be able to tell you how sorry I--”

“Don’t, please. Just...just don’t. I don’t want to think about that. You’re here, that's what matters. That shows that you really care, even if you can be annoying about showing it.”

He gave a small smile, “Yeah, but I really am sorry for not...talking to you. It was fucking Stacey who walked in and he threatened to expose us. I just didn’t want your life to get fucked over.”

“Why would mine?”

He sighed, “Hunnigan said that unfortunately, STRATCOM would rather lose you than me. So if they had found out, they would have displaced you. Put you in another department or place you with one of the other offices. But we wouldn’t be able to see each other anymore.”

“And you were scared I would argue and say it was nothing.”

“Yep.”

She looked over to the other side, “I hate when you’re right.”

She heard him chuckle, “It’s a rare feat, but one that can happen.” She looked back at him and smiled, but the smile fell as she began to think. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you call for a new partner?”

He let out a big sigh, “Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing your broken face everyday. Be right by you, pretending to be a supportive friend while you move on.”

She scoffed, “Yeah, me moving on would’ve taken a lot. Trust me. I even asked Hunnigan to find loopholes in the rules for us to be together.” She sighed, “I guess she never found one cause she never told me.”

He laughed awkwardly and she raised an eyebrow, “Well...that’s not necessarily true.”

“What?”

“She found the loophole after you went dark.”

“And she told you?”

“So I might have come in drunk one day, felt bad because I did that because I drove drunk, and asked her to drive me back to my apartment. It was like I could hear you in my head getting mad, not because I showed up drunk, but because I drove drunk. So while she was taking me to my place, I might have spilt that I fucking hated what I did to you and wished that there was some fucking way for us to work and she might have told me the way it could. The small loophole that you asked her to go looking for.”

“What is it?”

“A lifetime commitment that we both said we weren’t ready for.”

“Kids?”

He snorted, “No. Not that.” He moved and dug in his pocket before handing her a small dark blue velvet box. She felt her heart in her throat. “Yeah...that’s the commitment.”

She opened the box to see the ring. It was simple, not over the top. Two diamonds with a sapphire in the middle on a silver band. She let out a shaky breath before looking at him, “When did you get this?”

“Um...a while ago actually. Last summer, I believe.”

She laughed slightly, “That was why you asked me what my ring size was.”

He laughed as well, “Yeah, I expected you to catch on.”

“But...that was before we talked about marriage.” She looked at him, “That was why you asked me, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged, “I realized that I would rather have a possible answer than make you uncomfortable.”

She smiled and for some reason, she leaned over to him and kissed his lips softly. “Why don’t you ask me now.”

“What?”

Her voice was soft, “Just ask that four word question.” She brushed some hair out of his face, “My answer won’t be dependent on it being the only way for us to be together and work together.”

He smiled, “Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

She smiled, “Yes.” She kissed him again, “Y’know, I would have said yes if you had asked me at Christmas.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “Mhm, that was around the time that I realized that even though marriage is a big commitment and we both have our issues with commitment, I was sure I would be able to fully stay with you. Was it partly because you’re the only guy I’ve ever been with that can handle me when my brain can’t function so I just shut down? Possibly. But it also had to do with the fact I can’t see myself with anyone else but you and every time I imagine a future, you’re always there.”

Now it was his turn to brush hair from her face, “So we could have avoided these past few months if I had just looked at the handbook for a loophole?”

She nodded, “Yep. But that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

He laughed, “Good.”

She closed the box and handed it back to him, “Hold onto it for me until we head back to DC.”

He took it and placed it back in his pocket, “I love you, you know that right?”

“I questioned it for a while, but yes, now I do.”

He laughed, “Good.”

They were silent for a few minutes until she looked him dead in the eye, “Can you promise me one thing, Leon?”

“What is it?”

“Never let me go, please? Promise me if you ever start to get insecure with anything in our relationship that you will tell me and we work on it.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her hand, “I promise.”

She smiled, “Good.”

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songs i associate with redacted audio characters - speaker edition

!! CW FOR MENTIONS OF ADDICTION, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, AND AARON & ELLIOTT'S BACKSTORY !!

this is gonna be exactly what it says on the tin. there'll be some explanations under the cut for what im doing w this!

to keep it brief, im giving each of the characters under the cut three songs from my playlists of them, and go into a little detail on why i chose them/have them in their playlists. sounds simple, right? i'll also be including links to the songs if you want to add them to your own playlists!

with that, let me explain what the fuck is up shjdkfdsh

so a bit of context: i grew up writing karaoke fanfics on wattpad, which if you don't know, were reader-submitted requests for specific characters to sing songs within a short story, mainly in a group setting at karaoke. this has made me extremely specific with music and assigning them to characters, along with finding "singing voice-claims" for characters. so, i have some credentials when it comes to this stuff fjdhsgshjgd

with that explanation out of the way, onto the fun! one of the songs listed for each of them will be their svc (singing voice-claim), except for gavin, because i'm still working on finding his svc (i am leaning towards dpr ian for him though because... don't go insane. yeah)

if that all makes sense...

let's go!

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gavin

horns - bryce fox

; so this is the song i used as the title for my big ol' gaviant smut i wrote (shameless plug shhhhh). this song is just so gavin, especially season one gavin. the sex appeal that oozes from it, the way the singer wants the subject so badly even if he knows she's bad for him. like, s1!gavin wasn't a bad guy, but he was kind of morally ambiguous in a way that could be read as toxic. however, as freelancer's relationship with him deepened, we learn that he values consent and being authentic, something other concubi don't. what can i say, i like good character growth.

human - dodie

; this was one of the first songs i put on his playlist, and for good reason. this song, to me, is freelancer singing this about and to gavin. it's about connection, it's about wanting to see what the other person is like under the persona they've created. this song is what happened when freelancer began learning about gavin past the "sex daemon" persona, but its also what happened when gavin learned about freelancer and how they were more than a "jack-of-a-trades mess of a human". listen i love the two of them so much.

sweet tooth - scott helman

; a more recent addition to my playlist, this one also makes a lot of sense to me. this song is about addiction, and while gavin like, literally needs feelings of desire to live, it also can be said that he probably has had an unhealthy relationship with sex in the past. i also just really like this song. but i think gavin has healed a lot of his attitudes towards his fellow concubi, with freelancer's help and of his own personal efforts.

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elliott

dream boy - waterparks

; we have reached our first official svc! awsten knight of waterparks is my elliott svc. does this is really match my face claim for him? kinda? i had this svc waaay before i had josh hutcherson as elliott actually. but, to talk abt the song itself, i mean. c'mon now. it's literally elliott to sunshine. the vision in my brain is that elliott sings this at karaoke before he and sunshine get together, but are definitely both pining hardcore for each other. there's something about the playful flirty energy of this song that reminds me of elliott in the best way imaginable. he's just a little dorky, what can i say!

wasted summers - juju

; i like some angst! im not all fluff and humor and smut. i appreciate a good angst now and then. my brand of angst is just kind of specific. you'll see that in a sec. but this song just reminds me of elliott and aaron for obvious reasons. how aaron grew up too fast cuz of their parents, how aaron felt jealous and angry over elliott telling him and their mom about magic, how elliott told sunshine he's the protective type because of how he grew up (side note i have many thoughts abt elliott & blake and protection vs possession if anyone would be interested lmao). their relationship just makes me go a bit insane /pos.

still got it - troye sivan

; ALRIGHT THIS REQUIRES A BIT OF AN EXPLANATION. so i basically have a whole mv planned in my big ol' brain around this song, and around the concept of: what if scorpius' memory erasing worked for longer? what if elliott genuinely thought, for a bit, that he and sunshine had a bad breakup, but that he still loved them? and still "wanted them back"? only to then have the memories, the real ones, come back in a flood of sensory overload and horrible realizations? see? i like angst. :]

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porter

brutus - the buttress

; first things first, i dont support this band due to their transphobic comments. that being said, this song is incredibly porter-coded. "my whole life you were a teacher and friend to me / please know my actions are not motivated only by envy" - like this is just about will and vincent. i don't have to explain further.

we don’t have to dance - andy black

; porter's svc! i liked this song for him cuz i imagine treasure is the first person in a loooong time that porter has actually wanted to stay around, even though he's so used to these one night stands and passionate scenes. and even though he really likes treasure, he still goes back to the old him: offering just to dance, just to fuck, just for this to be casual.

car lights - james marriott

; so i have a little headcanon that porter's maker was someone that porter was dating in secret because he (maker) was the kind of guy who would say homophobic things in front of others, but would end the night with his tongue down porter's throat (or something like that). this song is about that kind of experience: worried you're about to be caught despite it feeling so fucking good. also, this song just kinda slaps.

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lasko

stutter - marianas trench

; this song just makes sense, not just in the fact that lasko stammers and stutters a lot when talking (especially when he's excited, god hes adorable) but also in that lasko is basically a hyperverbal autistic/auDHD person who constantly talks even when they don't have the energy to do so (totally not projecting what) and i think that's representation we don't always see. also, imagine him finding this song and dancing to it? yeah.

eraser - ricky montgomery

; lasko's svc! does this surprise anyone? actually it might. i love ricky montgomery so much, his debut album is one of my favorite pieces of music out there and i think he's such a talented artist. his range and subject matter in his songs always screamed lasko to me, and ricky's vocals just match lasko so much. this song is about being socially awkward, which like. yeah. i have like four or five ricky songs on my lasko playlist which is really funny actually hgjkfdhsdh!

my mother wants me dead - carolesdaughter

; lasko "mommy issues" moore anyone? yeah this song is that. i know i could have gone for the mitski mommy issues, but something about lasko tells me his mommy issues are like rage. like, as much rage as lasko can have towards a person. the damn fam and their mommy issues. this song also plays into my hc that lasko used to smoke before starting at D.A.M.N., picking it up after the inversion, and then quitting again once he started healing and met coworker.

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guy

fallin’ for you - r5

; as you all know by now, ross lynch is my guy faceclaim. and while i love the driver era (a kiss is also on my guy playlist, it is in fact the best tde song), ross' voice during the r5 era actually suits guy a little more to me if im being honest. also, its a hc of mine that guy's family did music, but guy had a really bad falling out with his parents and it kinds ruined things for a while. r5!ross's vocals are higher than now, since this was during the disney era, but this song is just too perfect to me not to use for guy.

30/90 from tick…tick…BOOM!

; i mentioned this in my face claim post, but i had andrew garfield as my guy face claim because of this song from the movie. it's just like literally guy tho. we know guy's a writer, we know how writers are. as a writer myself (not professionally), "30/90" is more than just representation of someone wanting to peak before their past "the right age"; this is about creatives wanting to make something that will last longer than their life, and that just screams guy to me. i don't think he wants to be famous, but i think he wants to have a legacy of media he creates last longer than himself.

honey - troye sivan

; listen. "something to give each other" is my favorite album from 2023, and most of those songs remind me of one redacted character or another, so if there's a lot of songs in my playlists from this album, shush. anyways, this song is an obvious choice for guy since it's titled "honey", but if you listen to it, it actually is a pretty sweet (eh? eh??) song. it's about falling for someone and wanting to be with them, and since its a fandom wide hc that guy probably fell in love with honey upon first meeting them, this plays into that idea. look i just love how much of a simp guy is for honey, what can i say?

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if i have any more energy to do more of these i will, but my spring break ends soon so we'll see. also, i managed to make height charts for redacted audio characters & listeners if anyone would wanna see those (they would include my listener oc's). also, if you have any songs you think fit the bois, i may open my asks again if you want to send those to me :0

#redacted audio #redacted audio headcanons #dog.txt #gavin #elliott #porter #lasko #guy

[fkevin073]

Raquel got me into snowbaird so here I am! Lol

Okay so👀

1, 2, 10, 14, 23?

But also nickziggy!😭

1, 21, 23?

omg lol welcome to the club and to another tragic ship for us nickziggy girlies!!

here we go!

snowbaird

who brought up marriage first?

I think I've answered this before so apologies for the short answer but I think definitely Coriolanus. for as cold and rational that he is he just wants to possess her all the time and 'make her his' (because he's a weirdo like that) so he's ready to pop the question at any given moment. I do think in canon universe Lucy Gray would also bring it up because marriage provides her a protection just being his girl doesn't afford her. so that too!

which one proposed? was it private or public?

I think private in every universe - like them in the districts, in the capitol, modern universe, etc. Coriolanus may appreciate a good public image and has interest in selling the narrative, but I think he's also pretty private in his own way, and that's not a moment he or Lucy gray would like to share. I don't think they want to perform their genuine moments after all they've been through, though I don't think Coriolanus is above making them redo it publicly after he's already asked her in private, just for the publicity and all. also Coriolanus definitely proposes because he's too traditional and anal not to.

do they get married through court? church? secret third option?

I don't think there is Church or religion in Panem, so probably the court? I can't imagine either of them being really religious in modern day, but maybe Coriolanus would do it just for appearances... as for secret third option, in canon universe I think Lucy Gray would have them do the toasting ritual from twelve, because even though the covey aren't from there I imagine she'd like it for some reason.

do they follow any familiar, religious or cultural traditions at the wedding?

hmm. we talked about the toasting before. Maybe the covey have some private cultural traditions before hand? Maybe she writes a song as her vows or something, and Coriolanus has to write a poem for her (something he'd only deliver to her privately because again, he's very deeply weird). and maybe for the Snows there's a private tradition of her picking her wedding bouquet from the roses they grow on their rooftop? I like that headcanon

if the couple could describe their wedding in one sentence, how would they?

oou. this is hard. um..... I imagine Coriolanus would be very dry about it because he's a very private person, and Lucy Gray would lean into the romance a bit more. I'm not too sure about this one :/

now for nickziggy

who brought up marriage first?

omg nick hands down no question! he's insane like that. ziggy is more skeptical and non-traditional 100%, but I do think he'd give up marriage if she really didn't want to.

do they have a honeymoon? where to? how soon after?

I think right after the wedding tbh because ziggy doesn't want to have to deal with people coming to say congratulations constantly. about where.... uh, anywhere other than shadyside or Sunnyvale would be great I think for either of them. tbh I think they'd love doing like some cross-country book tour of houses authors they loved live in - or even going to England and doing that. or maybe doing something others rarely do, like going to Antartica or something. anything private - I think a private island would be nick's cup of tea.

if the couple could describe their wedding in one sentence, how would they?

nick - "a dream come true".

ziggy - "none of your fucking business".

:)

thanks for the ask!! ♥️

#snowbaird #tbosas #nick x ziggy #fear street #ask game

[kickinganddriving]

Hey so I was thinking of this Taylor swift song “Afterglow”, she’s a F1 driver and idk something happened and fight with mason but at the ends everything it’s fine

Notes: pinterest has been serving with the photos lately, this was my first time writing an argument and lets just say i NEED improvement. apologizing all day because this was so shirt, but it felt like that’s where it needed to stop. I wanna do a part 2 so just reply if you think thats a good idea!

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Song Suggestion: Afterglow- Taylor Swift

Warnings: Swearing and Angst ig? 

WC: 900

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn't do

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

"Really? You want to go there, well we can go there Mason!" You and Mason are walking the very thin line between a small argument into a blow out fight.

"I'm sorry! But it feels like you're more focused on racing and your team than you are in this relationship. You didn't even notice that I visited my family for a weekend while you were at home!" Mason pleads in anger and concern for your relationship.

"And i'm sorry for that, but this week has been insane, we have the round 6 race in less than a week! When you have big games going on we don't see each other as much!"

"But at least I remember to talk to you and make sure you are still living and sleeping in our home!" His voice is slowly starting to rise as the intensity of the argument rises.

"Well i'm sorry that I fucked up big time? Is that what you want to hear?!" You say in such a sarcastic tone that it could almost offend someone.

"You know, maybe I should wait for you to act like a big girl so we can have this conversation and have you not act like a 3 year old!" Mason starts walking toward the door, but as he walks out you realize you were the one who actually messed up.

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'till it blows up, 'til there's no us

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

“Wait Mason!” He didn’t hear you. There was nothing left that you could do in the moment except cry and watch sad romance movies in the dark. So that’s what happened, midway through watching the notebook you heard the click of the door. You turned around to see if you could talk to Mason, but he walked so fast that all you heard was swift steps and the thud of your bedroom door.

At this point in time you knew you had to put your ego aside and beg for forgiveness if you ever want your relationship to move past this, which is all you want it to do. There is one thing you knew Mason could never say no to, that is a nice cup of coffee. So in an attempt for forgiveness you made coffee the exact way he likes it, not an extra grain of sugar, and not a drop less of his favorite creamer. Argument aside, you were quite proud of yourself.

“Hey Mase?” You say as you lightly tap the door.

“What?” The exhaustion in his voice was clearly heard.

“I made you coffee” just a few moments after you heard the click of the door lock, and the door opened to reveal a disheveled Mason with bags under his eyes and a slight frown. His hair was wet and he was not wearing a shirt so you could assume he just took a shower. You could not bear to see him like this, setting the coffee on the small table next to the door and giving him the tightest hug you could possibly give, he did not hug you back, which meant you really fucked up big time. You slowly pulled away and handed him the mug filled with coffee that was sitting on the small table.

 His dark brown eyes had never looked more exhausted, and he had a frown on his face as he said “What do you want?”

Hey

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you

I need to say, hey

It's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

“I’m sorry, this entire thing was all on me and in my head.” You saw his eyes light up just a bit, and you knew you were on the right track. “You don’t need to forgive me right now, but I just wanted to take responsibility for this entire thing, and I know I'm going to be in the doghouse for a while and have to grovel for a while, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.

“It’s gonna take a lot of groveling” You hear Mason say with his usual cocky tone as he scrunches his nose and pulls you back in for a hug, after he sets his coffee back down.

“I am really sorry” you muffled into his bare chest, as you already found your hands tracing the familiar muscles on his back.

“I know you are, but I just need you to remember me even when you're busy conquering the W-Series” He says resting his chin on your head.

“How could I ever forget a boyfriend as great as you”

Meet me in the afterglow.

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount fanfic #mason mount angst #taylor swift #lover #afterglow

[beanghostprincess]

Favourite One Piece openings and/or just songs in general?

You can't ask this to a music student and guitarist/singer! I can't choose! there are too many good songs in this anime-

Sogeki no Shima deeee. Umareta Ore waaa. Hyaappaaatsu Hyaku Chu. Lulu Lala Luuuuuu. Nezumi no Medama mo (Lock on!!) Omae no Haato mo (LOCK OOOON!!!) SOOOGEKI NO SHIMA KARA KITA OTOKOOOO LULULU LULU LALAAA SOOOOREEEENIIIGEEEEROOO Sogege Soge Soge SOOGEEEKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

Okay, no, jokes aside (it isn't a joke. I genuinely ADORE Sogeking's theme) my true rankings (No. I'm not writing essays about them. This post would be too long. If you're curious about my genuine long opinions about a song, send an ask bc otherwise this post will be too long):

Openings:

Crazy Rainbow (this is the song I want all of you to think about when you think about me because it's MY song. I LOVE IT. It's me. It talks about me, actually. I am crazy and I'm a rainbow and a star. Twinkle twinkle rainbow star!!! I heard it once and it became my favorite ever. It's my alarm. I wake up with this banger every day. My friends hate me for this take but honestly, they're the ones who don't appreciate a good set of trumpets and guitars with tropical imagery as background).

Hope (The chorus is WILD. The visuals are so comforting it makes me cry every time. This is the energy I want all of my fanfics to have. It's the representation of my writing turned into music, I think. These are the vibes I want. The lyrics??? Are fucking insane??? Also, Sanji-themed, and it hits close to home).

We go! (I don't need to explain this one, but I wanted to mention that the way he screams BRRREAK OF ROMANCE DAWWWWN rewired my brain completely and that lyric appears on my mind every damn day)

Jungle P (Average opening. Not even that good. It's just cool and happy. HOWEVER! Have you considered that LIFE IS ADVENTUROUS BE AWARE IT'S DANGEROUS WHO'S GONNA BE ONE OF US AND THE TRIP GOES ON BECAUSE WE DA PIRATE OF THE MASS TO THE WEST TO THE EAST GONNA FIND MY WAY SAIL AWAY ALL THE WAY TO ONE PIECE)

Brand New World (The energy this song has makes me literally want to scream in the happiest of ways. The chorus, man, it's insane).

Hikari E (The Catalan Dub makes it better. I'm staying loyal to my native language this time. This is fucking amazing in Catalan. The lyrics are so fucking good they make me want to cry. It's very dear to me, too).

The peak (Really cute! Fun! Such a relief opening to end Wano <3 It's just beautiful visually and stunning. But also it has such peaceful and joyful vibes!! My beloved).

Kokoro No Chizu (This one is awesome. I love everything about it. My fav thing about it is my reaction to watching OP with full screen for the first time. Really fun experience of 'what the fuck is this and also THIS SONG IS A BANGER??')

Bon Voyage (Also my alarm because no other thing besides BON VOYAAAGE being yelled against my ear wakes me up in a better mood. Also, really fun opening. The chorus are basically the best part, ofc, for obvious reasons).

Believe (Once again saying this one hits different in the Catalan Dub. The lyrics are beautiful but also it gives sooo many 2000s opening vibes. I enjoy this song every time)

Endings:

Raise (I am not explaining this one because I think it's obvious why it deserves top 1)

Run! Run! Run! (Who the fuck is focusing on the song when Sanji being silly is right there???!?!??! Fun fact, I had a whole ass moment when I saw this ending for the first time and I had to take a break from watching the show because I went on a full crazy spiral of 'Sanjisanjisannijssnaisanjisanjisansajisanjisanji'. But also, really great song and it makes my brain go brrrrr).

Shouchi no Suke (BROOO THE VIBESSSSS THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I COULD LISTEN TO THIS FOR HOURS)

Dear Friends (This one makes me want to k word myself so I think that's a very good way to express how fucking good this ending is and how much it hurts me every time)

Eternal Pose (I am vibing. I like vibing. It's the vibes only).

Free Will (I want to hug Robin so tight. This one makes me so emotional. I am in so much pain, please).

(Not even a top 10, this was supposed to be a top 5 but I couldn't leave Free Will behind).

Character songs (with little to no explanation because I work tomorrow and I have to go to sleep but I want to post this now):

River of Freedom (I want to fuck Sabo nasty after hearing this and I am so not ashamed of posting this publicly. My thoughts aren't in the bible).

Dr. Heart Stealer (I want to fuck this man to oblivion and I am a lesbian and asexual. Imagine how hot you have to be for this to happen).

47 Todoufuken Gen Ima Cruise (Yakko Warner would love this).

Hajimari to Owari no Machi (They put drugs in this one).

Girls ni Kubittake (I like submissive Sanji).

Smile for Freedom (I kin Nami)

Save My Heart (The depression of some is the fav song of others)

Headliners (Kidlaw sex)

Usopp Drop (I am in love with Usopp)

Moulin Rouge (I am in love with Sanji)

#my fiancé and my bff hate me for the opening top and i don't care #these are mostly choosen by 'i love this specific part of the song and it's important to me' rather than being an objective musical top #thing that is funny bc i COULD analyze these songs musically but i won't bc it'd be a long post #I WOULD SAY MORE BUT I SERIOUSLY NEED TO GO TO SLEEP #one piece