#[ i realise i don't have a main tag for the boys but we move ]

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5. ⟣ Toddlers In Training ⟢

Stray Kids x Platonic!Reader

Skz Family!AU | SMAU | Written | Humour

As I.N’s best friend Y/N knows the whole family pretty well, she’s asked to babysit Chris and Lixie quite often - which she couldn’t refuse having a large soft spot for the kids, this story follows her “adventures”as a babysitter and the madness which is the Skz Family unit…

⟣ Toddlers In Training ⟢ Masterlist | Main M.List

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Chapter Five: Picnic In The Park 🧺

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Y/N had found the family pretty quickly, Han and Seungmin were playfully fighting off to the side of where the family sat. The girl could see Innie and Binnie talking - awkwardly, she should add - while the grandparents were keeping the little ones happy. In the middle sat the mothers, gossiping as usual. Y/N made a beeline for them, though she did say her hellos to everyone else; giving the kids their madatory cuddles before sitting herself down in the middle of the two ladies.

"Y/N!" Hyuna exclaimed, arms open for a hug. Lina smiled at the pair, happy to see the girl comfortable with them.

"How has it been these past few days?" Lina questioned, Y/N explained her whereabouts during her time off and the three woman fell back into the previous conversation. Y/N took this time to look around, Lixie and Chris had been playing tag with the elders but were know quite happily playing together and their toys which were a mix of dinosaurs, dolls and one very ragged looking wolf teddy which she knew to be Lixies's - a present upon birth from her Uncle Han. Y/N's eyes drifted over towards Innie who was now pointing towards the tub of food in front of her, Binnie gave her a questioning look while reaching for the tub. Y/N couldn't see what was inside from where she was sitting but knew it to be the extra food Innie had mentioned to her a few days prior. The babysitter couldnt help but giggle at the scene, attracting the attention of Hyuna and Lina who looked around towards Innie and Binnie. A sigh left Hyuna's lips as Lina laughed,

"That boy..." Hyuna trailed off, Lina scoffed,

"Don't think its all his fault, Innie thinks its fun to lead people on - she's always done it. Can't take her anywhere." the women finished her sentence with a shake of her head. The three woman laughed to themselves,

"I remember this one guy at school - his name was Beomgyu - he acted like a lost puppy around her. I mean he wasn't the only one, every guy in our year seemed to have a thing for her back then..." Y/N trailed off, realising what she had just said - Lina raised an eyebrow,

"Takes after her older sister obviously." they laughed as Y/N started again,

"The guy I mentioned, he was really sweet and was never weird about it unlike some of the boys, but - bless his heart - he would do literally anything Innie asked of him. We kinda made it into a game and in the end we felt so bad about it Innie asked him on a date, which sounds bad but he seemed to have a good time and I think he had an idea it would be a one time thing." Hyuna couldnt help but smile at that,

"I hope he didnt take any of it to heart!" Y/N shrugged,

"I mean he was still our friend afterwards, and we see each other occasionally out and about and always stop to chat so I dont think he took any of it to heart. Though both of us still feel bad about it, he seems to have moved on - I think he's got a boyfriend now and lives in his own place so he's doing better then us." the laugh she let out was pitiful but the two older women decided against questioning it.

"Have you gotten anyone with potential in your radar?" Lina questioned, a teasing expression on her face. Y/N laughed,

"Uh, well..." she paused trying to find the correct words - an eyebrow was raised by Hyuna, "yeah. I've been talking to this guy I met at uni."

"Ooo!" Lina cooed, Hyuna wiggled her eyebrows in reponse,

"Any potetnial?" Hyuna asked, Y/N shyly smiled,

"Maybe, I'll show you what he looks like one sec." she got out her phone, searching his name on instagram before turning her phone so the two ladies could see.

Eyes widen instantly,

"Wow! He's definitly got a lot of potential in the looks department!" Hyuna whistled, Lina nodded in agreement.

"Is he good to you though? Like does he look after you well?" Lina spoke in a serious tone, Y/N nodded

"Yeah he's so sweet, we're actaully going out tomorrow for a date."

"Good! Where are you going huh?" Hyuna teased, serious moment over.

"He told me it's a surprise but I should wear the dress he got for me." gasps from the women beside her,

"He bought you a dress?" came from Hyuna,

"Was it the right size?" came from Lina.

"He did, it was in the womans section of one of the collections he was a model for, he's really good friends with the designer so managed to get it before the release and yes it was the correct size, why wouldn't it be?" Y/N was a little confused by Lina's comment - why would someone buy you something you couldn't wear?

"Men aren't typically good at sizes or buying clothes in general." Lina side-eyed her husband as se spoke. Hyuna laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Han... tries. He never quite gets there though - and don't get me started on him trying to guess the sizes of lingerie..." Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the comment, she couldn't imagine either husband was great with anything like that.

At that point in converstaion Innie had made her way over to the trio, sitting down with a huff,

"Having a hard time chasing this one away?" Lina teased, her younger sister just rolled her eyes in response.

"Binnie has never outwardly taken interest in anyone before, I wonder why that has changed." Hyuna thought out loud, the three other women hummed in agreement.

"What were you guys talking about anyway?" Innie asked,

"Han buying lingerie." Y/N spoke bluntly, wanting to see her best friends reaction to such sentance. Innie's face screwed up in disgust,

"Ew." the trio in front of her fell into laughter. Lina managed to sober first,

"That and Y/N potential future husband..." Y/N showed an embaressed face,

"Future huband is a little to far in the future, Lina!" she exclaimed.

"You told them about Mingi?" Y/N nodded at her best friends question, "He would have to fumble the bag sooooo hard if he doesn't turn out to be your future husband!"

"Your babies would look gorgeous!" Hyuna squealed,

"Omg yes! Squishy little cheeks and handsome eyes!" Lina added, Innie laughed while Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at their fantasies. A small voice then spoke up,

"Y/N is having a baby?" Chris looked like he was about to cry, as Lixie looked over confused,

"If you have a baby does that mean you won't be playing with us anymore?" tears evident in the small girls eyes.

"Oh! Chris, Lixie! No, Y/N isn't having a baby yet. Don't worry about that, she'll be around to play with you for a long time!" Lina spoke as the two kids fell into her arms, tears now rolling down their faces. Y/N decided to put their worries to rest herself,

"Even if I was pregnant and had a baby, I would still come play with you guys, but I think by the time I do have children you guys wouldn't want to play anymore - especially not with me!" The two children shook thier heads, now falling into her arms,

"We would want to play with you forever, Y/N!" Chris said, rubbing his eyes, a small "Yeah!" fell from Lixie's mouth.

"Well then, we'll play forever." and with a couple of nods the kids started to fall asleep in her arms.

"I think it's time for a nap and then we'll eat." Hyuna spoke, everyone nodded as the family let the children sleep a little longer.

Y/N wouldn't leave them for the world!

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⟣ Toddlers In Training ⟢ Masterlist | Chapter Six

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[littlespoonevan]

You can't say you have a specific call or scene in mind for those music choices and not share!!!

Anonymous asked: https://www.tumblr.com/littlespoonevan/752482136680005632/now-that-i-know-all-your-favourite-music-moments Can you tell us about the song call related that wins ?

okay i feel like i should've clarified i don't have like, Detailed scenes for most of those songs - just a general idea for the type of scene/call i could see it in askjdfhs but here is my take anyway:

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - KISS

ironically, i had an idea forever ago about a call to a movie set where an action stunt goes wrong so given this was the main song in the fall guy it feels very appropriate lmao. basically in my head there exists an episode about best friends where they keep getting calls about best friends and in this particular call, the two best friends are the stunt actors one and one of them confesses their love to the other in the midst of their panicked tangent while the other one is hurt/getting treated (yes this hypothetical episode ends with buddie feelings realisation obviously aksjdfh)

Barracuda - Heart

okay i don't have a specific scene for this but i do think it should match the energy of buck and eddie standing on top of the firetruck as it's moving to catch that sky diver in 3x11, like show me them doing something Cool

Time of the Season - The Zombies

i actually wanted this to be in the blackout arc lol. i think i was even talking to someone about it at the time too??? basically i thought it'd be Great as an opening montage song a la pressure in 2x01. and in line with that, i also think it'd be Great montage song if there was another heatwave (buddie secret relationship making out at the side of the firetruck a la bathena yes/yes?????)

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & Papas

i wanted this to be in the season 6 opener askdjh i think it was when we were still theorising about the bathena cruise in s6 and the potential of a storm????? again, a very good opening montage song that could be a harbinger of an incoming disaster (i do believe it would work really well for a storm since you have the rain sounds at the beginning of the song and the contradiction of the lyrics)

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme - ABBA

i also wanted this to be in the blackout arc lmfao. look, when i accidentally predicted the blackout arc back in the summer before s5 i had a way more fUN arc planned in my head than what happened and having the lyrics 'Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day' as part of an ep about a blackout is just very funny

i don't really have a specific call in mind for it but i do have a viscerally vivid image of buck jumping down from the truck like he did in the first call in treasure hunt while that song is playing overhead. also some people in the tags have suggested it playing on a call to a gay bar and i'd be very in favour of that askdjhf

Rasputin - Boney M.

this was originally the song i wanted playing in the stunt gone wrong scene lol

Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) - Backstreet Boys

i did literally just think of this one as i was making the poll but it would be so FUN!!!! halloween ep obviously, idk what context, but something along the lines of chim and the crow would be very funny. maybe something vampire-y/werewolf-esque to keep in theme with the music video. either way it should play during a call where the 118 is Freaked Out in an amusing way 👻

the poll is still active for another few hours if people feel like voting!! 🥰

[petrichoraline]

bl ask meme:

🎥 fav trope

👀 love triangles

🙄 overhyped

what a delight seeing you in my inbox aaa 🥰🥰

🎥 fave trope

sucker for forced proximity honestly. also found family is great as a main part of the plot or just sprinkled in.

👀 what do you think about love triangles?

ohhh boy hate is a strong word but let's say that if I am on the fence bout a show and see that as one of the tags I am closing that tab and not looking back.

i was literally thinking about this yet again a few days ago like "do I actually hate that trope? I feel like I'm missing something, if it's done well maybe it could be good cause I don't like sad endings but they CAN be good so it should go for love triangles too, right?"

but my gosh I dislike them. I can only tolerate them when the main lead clearly has no interest and shows it and/or the pining one knows when to back down. bonus points if they become friends with the couple, thats super wholesome. it might all stem from the fact I don't like big conflict or that I hate seeing characters hurt from unrequited love or (ughhhhh) going out of their way to be annoying. like we could spend that screen time to develop the main relationship or tie some loose ends. no need to see two characters who like each other but don't act on it and then someone else swoops in to become the main lead, no wish to experience someone obsessing over their childhood friend who doesn't know how to establish boundaries, no desire for looking at two guys measuring dicks and being unnecessarily territorial (esp nasty when one of them is civil and the main guy is being a jerk) (this annoyed me in lbfad too and that's arguably one of the best done love triangles)

that being said, I'm sure it's a good trope, I have some beloved character trios who had to go through that arc. for example I did not enjoy it in Light on Me (I knowwww I know I'm the only one) but I didn't hate it in Hometown Cha Cha Cha (sml was a cutie)

🙄 overhyped

oof that's interesting.. rwrb? i suppose it's more fun for fans of the book but i enjoyed it, thought bout Henry for a week and moved on, idk. it was very fun but also made me eyeroll a few times and near the end I was hoping for smth unpredictable to happen

I am thinking of shows I see way too much of on the dash but I realise there are very good reasons for them to be well liked. and it's actually not that they are overhyped - other shows aren't paid the same attention so it looks like these are being paid too much. it's just that we don't hype others as much, that's all. I cant say that shows I don't like as much as others do are overhyped when I can recognise there are objectively good parts of them so I won't list those (although I've got quite a few apparently pft)

ask game here!

[battleshot]

                                                                    Excitement,  nerves,  pride  --  being  one  of  the  three  to  escort  the  royal  to  his  lady,  the  sharpshooter  was  practically  bursting  at  the  seams.  It  would  be  a  road  trip  filled  with  thrills,  photos,  and  memories,  but  for  now,  he  would  stifle  his  anxiety  about  being  alongside  the  advisor  and  shield  --  both  of  whom    possessed  titles  and  royal  reputations,  but  he  did  not  --  aside  from  being  a  member  of  the  Crownsguard.      (    for  which  he  should  give  himself  more  credit    )

𝑁𝑦𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡. "𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐, ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑦'ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟?"      @sunlilted​ + Nyx

A  familiar  voice  called  to  him  as  he  threw  his  bag  into  the  trunk  of  the  regalia.    "    Huh-?    "    Tugged  by  trusted  hands,  his  body  naturally  fell  into  place.  As  sunlight  broke  through  the  citadel,  a  beaming  smile  shone  from  fair-freckled  features,  hands  rest  peacefully  on  uniformed  shoulders,  and  his  torso  willing  to  embrace  Nyx  without  protest.  Prompto's  happiness  seeps  through  the  kisses  he  gave  him,  stealing  a  second  and  a  third  just  to  be  sure.

Eventually  parting  and  throwing  him  a  wink  and  a  haphazard  wave,  he  promised      "    I'll  be  back  before  y'  know  it!  "    Oh  yeah,  he  had  it,  baaaaad.

                    Fluorescent  lights  extend  beyond  Lestallum  but  evade  the  reach  of  azureous  optics.  A  new  day  of  darkness  has  passed,  but  how  many  more  would  they  endure?  Despite  everyone's  efforts,  nobody  had  an  answer.  There  was  only  one  thing  they  knew:  the  True  King  would  return  to  restore  the  light  ...    one  day.

The  return  of  Nyx  allowed  Prompto  to  remain  alight.  However,  he  would  still  have  moments  that  haunted  his  past  --  who  he  really  was  --  but  the  soft  reassurance  of  the  glaive,  the  hand  holding,  the  soft  whispers  at  night,  entwining  limbs  would  keep  him  from  thinking  about  anything  else    except  them.  This  was  what  kept  that  sunshine  personality  alive.

𝑁𝑦𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡. "𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐, ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑦'ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟?"      @sunlilted​ + Nyx

Although  the  action  made  him  laugh  and  caught  him  off  guard,  he  turned  his  head  just  in  time  to  capture  Nyx's  lips  while  standing  with  his  back  against  Nyx's  chest.  A  part  of  him  felt  a  strange  deja  vu,  maybe  a  part  of  him  felt  a      sadness  he  could  not  explain,  but  he  looked  up  at  the  taller  male  as  he  answered.    "    Yeah...  (  Curling  his  lips  with  mild  concern    )    yeah,  don't  worry,  I'll  be  fiiine    "    A  shrug,  brushing  it  aside;  something  that  didn't  wane  with  age  was  his  anxiety.  A  barely-there  whisper  passed  between  them  as  they  shared  another  slow  kiss.    "    I  love  you.  "   

[sskijeu]

sweet aftertaste: part three

main masterlist // stray kids masterlist

➷ all skz x reader • skz ships • college!au • fluff and smut • ‘y/n’ not used • gn!reader •

✎… when you become involved with a group of boys from your college of music, you can’t help but catch feelings and watch as they grow into a talented group of performers ♡

part two << >> part four

You turned to Han excitedly, but as you were about to talk he offered you an amused look, turning you back around to see Chan walking your way.

"Hi, I'm Chris, I didn't realise you were a friend of Hannie's. Are you sure you're ok with being my partner? I'm sure I could talk to the teacher if you weren't ok with it since obviously we don't really know each oth-"

"No, no, it's ok!" You laughed at his rambling, "It's absolutely fine with me." You told Chan your name and turned to Han, "Han offered to introduce me to you and Changbin this lunch since you were already meeting up? Obviously, we've met now but we could talk about song choices for the assignment seeing as we missed a lesson? If you and Changbin would be ok with me tagging along?"

"Yeah, that sounds great! I'll let him know in our next class since he's in a different dance class." Chan explained. Your teacher began to talk and so Chris walked to a place in the corner with Lee Know, "Nice meeting you!"

"You too!" You replied as you also began to move to a space and warm up.

"Well, you and Chan-hyung seem to be getting on well already." Hyunjin commented, walking towards you and Han.

"Chan-hyung rambled too. He only does that when he's super nervous." Han revealed, a knowing look on his face. Hyunjin dramatically placed his hand over his mouth, making an exaggerated gasp.

"You two just shut it, class is starting." You rolled your eyes.

"Today we're going to be choreographing our own piece as a class. Each of you will take a short twenty-second portion of the song and choreograph something to it." Your instructor began to inform you, "You may come up with ideas in groups. However each section must be entirely unique. Then, we'll learn and rehearse the entire thing. The number I give you correlates to the section you are assigned to so please pay attention."

As your teacher began to call out names and numbers, you noticed Chris look at you as you gazed around the room. As he noticed that you caught him staring, he quickly turned his attention away to something else, causing you to chuckle.

"Stop staring at Chris for one second. I can't choreograph for my life. This is my worst nightmare." Han sulked.

"Hyunjin unintentionally makes choreo whilst cooking; take some of the ideas he's not using or something." You shrugged, trying to assist.

"Or.. go work with Minho-hyung. He's one of the best dancers here." Hyunjin suggested, mischievous smirk on his face, "Or do you not have the courage?"

"I have the courage to ask Lee Know to work with me!" Han said, cockiness taking charge.

"Do you, now?" A voice smirked from behind Jisung.

"Hyung." Han sighed, embarrassed, turning around to greet his crush, "Will you?"

"Work with you? Well, more like let you copy my ideas? Yeah, sure, I don't really care." Lee Know shrugged, "Hi, Hyunjin, by the way. And also hi person who's name I unfortunately don't know." Lee know half-smirked in your direction, offering a hand to shake, "I'm Minho, or Lee Know, whichever you like."

You took his hand with a smile, shaking it and telling him your name,"Nice to meet you, Jisung doesn't shut up about you."

"Oh really?" He quirked an eyebrow with a smirk, looking towards Han who only had an embarrassed expression in return.

As Lee Know began to work on his section of the song, Han gently hit you on the arm, "Bro, really?! I thought you were loyal."

"Well if it gets you head later, you'll thank me." You simply replied, starting to stretch.

Han was about to utter a comeback but the redness of his cheeks only deepened the more he thought about your statement.

"No nasty thoughts in dance class, please. I'm begging you." Hyunjin sighed into his hands.

"I'm not-" Han tried to defend.

"Yes, you are, Jisung. Don't even." You chuckled, brainstorming ideas in your head for your part of the song. For some reason, you once again felt eyes on your body as you drafted the moves. Taking a quick look around the room, you noticed Chris’ eyes once again planted on your body and every move it made.

Your shyly looked away from him after the brief eye-contact, confused and embarrassed as to why Chan was so obsessed with what you were doing.

"If you embarrass me in front of my hyungs, I'm not cooking for you for the next two weeks." Han stated as you walked to the studio at lunch.

"You know that's a win-win situation for me, right? Your cooking is terrible." You laughed at the younger boy.

"Hey! My cooking's not that bad." Jisung tried to defend. It was silent for a short while before he spoke again, "Ok, maybe you're right."

“Exactly.” You finished as the door to the studio opened, revealing a brick wall of a man sat at the recording booth, messing with the buttons and writing a few notes on his pad, so focused he didn’t even notice the door open. Then, as you walked inside, you saw Chris, powerfully spitting out lyrics, eyes closed to focus.

Oh, you don’t think you could cope in this testosterone bucket for a whole hour with Mr. Christopher Bang and who you hoped was Seo ‘never skip the gym’ Changbin.

“Hey, Jisung. I see you brought some eye-candy for us whilst we work.

“Woah, Changbin. Chill out. Keep it in your pants. This is my best friend.” Han retorted, suddenly protective of you in the presence of his very dominating friend.

“Nice to meet you.” Changbin cutely bowed in his chair as Chan finished his verse.

He called out your name excitedly, “You made it! Nice to see you again.”

“Oh, so I don’t exist anymore. Is that it?” Jisung pouted like a four-year-old.

“Sorry, Hannie.” Chris chuckled, placing the headphones down, “I’m gonna take ten, that last one almost broke my throat.”

“I have some water if you want.” You offered out a bottle to him.

“No, no. It’s ok, don’t worr-”

Before Chan could come up with another way of declining, you forced the bottle into his hands, “You need it. Just take it. I don’t care.”

Changbin silently watched the encounter, laughing at the small tension between you and Chris. He took a glance at Han to ask why you were practically eye-fucking each other during the exchange but only saw Jisung roll his eyes, whispering to Changbin, “They’ve been doing it for the past hour.”

You took a seat on the sofa behind the table of switches and buttons. Chan took a seat in front of you, on one of the swivel seats at the desk. However, his seat was turned to you, not the recording booth.

Han made his way into the booth after dumping his things near the door, “What verse am I on? I remember I didn’t quite get the one last time down.”

“Verse 4.” Changbin replied, looking at the computer full of sound clips and his notepad of lyrics.

“K. You all set up?” Jisung asked, headphones now on his head as he warmed up his voice.

“Yep, whenever you’re ready.”

A thumbs up came from Hannie before the track began to play into his headphones, lyrics flowing from his mouth following the music. Your eyes widened at Han’s talent and skill. You knew he was great- because he never shut up singing and rapping at the flat- but never have you heard him with such power and strength.

“Our Hannie’s good, isn’t he?” Chan quietly asked, laughing at your reaction.

You simply nodded, a feeling for Sungie you’d never experienced before coming to the front of your mind. Oh, dear god. You were in deep-shit.

Possible sexual attraction to your best friend and flatmate? What could be fucking worse?

“Want to try going in the sound booth? Han said your singing’s amazing but you’ve never had a professional recording.” Changbin offered, turning to you in his seat with a quirked brow and smirk planted on his face.

Oh, so it could be fucking worse after all.

[anasticep]

Why Julie and the Phantoms is a masterpiece of a show. Part 2. Heroes and Villains or Let that foil shine

NOTE: Thanks again for your kind response to Part 1. I never expected that. It being my first tumblr post and a first meta in quite a long time I was blown away. I read all the tags, some were really hilarious. About having more than one brain cell xDDD I laughed so hard. It means a lot.

NOTE2: Please remember that the gifs are made by me, so don't crop, edit or give as yours.

Part 1.

Before diving into meta, I have to mention that the Villain of the story is actually one of the best in the decade. He’s cool, evil from the start, we understand his motives and we certainly are not supposed to love and make excuses for him. The writers made sure of that. So back to the main topic.

A foil is a character who contrasts with another character; typically, a character who contrasts with the protagonist, in order to better highlight or differentiate certain qualities of the protagonist

Foils in literature are not necessarily antagonists. A friend can be a foil or sometimes even a thing, a song. Whatever can make a good and real contrast to the protagonist. But it’s not very simple to use this author’s device and not fall down a deep hole. Because you have to make sure you did just the right amount of work to make it understandable for a reader, the things you want to contrast are definitely there and still you don't waste a character. On TV it can be even harder given limited air time. And, well, I don’t come across this device being used in full very often nowadays. It’s usually good and evil fighting for the plot. That’s why I personally appreciate JaTP so much.

Caleb is clearly a foil to Luke. As much as I’d love to say that Julie also has one, that’s not entirely true, at least not this season. Carrie is not her foil though it may seem so, and I really think that’s cool as Julie’s journey is being presented through her own demons and I'm going to cover that next. That being said, of course Caleb doubles as an antagonist plotwise, but I personally consider him being written more as a contract to Luke so we could see and appreciate his character and journey better.

1. Origins

Caleb and Luke have extremely similar backgrounds. They are both natural performers. They know how to deliver, because c’mon, “Now or Never” is something and so is “The other side of Hollywood”. Stage is their natural habitat, their element, power. Although they channel this power from completely different places.

Let’s start with our little ball of energy. It’s emphasized TWICE that he doesn’t care about the money aka the physical side of art.

All Luke wants is to make music. Connect with people. He is so happy just to be heard despite him loving to perform. Making music is what makes him feel alive and basically that’s enough. I think if there was no “hologram” magic at all, Luke would have still been extremely happy to make music with and for Julie. Because that’s the way he is.

But Caleb doesn’t know that. He knows, and I’m standing by that, right away that Luke is the one to aim at. Because we always feel the similarity in people. If Luke said yes, Reggie and Alex would have followed. So Caleb recognizes the passion and shoots at them what he thinks is appealing. And, oh boy, he delivers.

“The Other Side of Hollywood” is a perfect song to emphasize Luke and Caleb being foils for each other. Follow me here:

But these lines come from very different places. For Caleb the only thing that matters is himself. He owns the show, he IS the show. It’s about being famous, drowning in applause, admiration. Look at how he performs. Confident, yes, but still very much in control. He must keep his perfect face. No flaws, no real emotions, no real connection (Did you miss ME? I did too // This band is back). Whereas Luke is simply living the best time of his life each time he performs. Is it just jamming? Bring it on. Doing fun riffs? He’s all for it. He doesn’t care how he looks (though who could deny gorgeous sweaty Luke), he owns the show just because he is a natural.

So back to the business. Caleb immediately puts the boys in his own shoes:

On the other side we live like kings // Your soulprint on the walk of fame on the boulevard of your wildest dreams // I got your glamour, got your gold, got all you’ll ever need

And, I mean, he is not that wrong. You can see the appeal on the boys’ faces. They are young, passionate, handsome, talented musicians. Of course they wouldn’t deny fame. Of course they would want all that to some extent. And Caleb is very sure he pulled the right strings.

Watch me make a move, I’m your number one choice

Also I have to mention, as we are talking about TOSOH (IKEA name again) and it being a foil for Luke, thy lyrics still don’t forget about what is important for Reggie and Alex (we’ll talk about that just a bit later):

Welcome to the brotherhood -> Reggie

Where you won’t be misunderstood -> Alex

Then again, lots of foreshadowing in the song, if you listen carefully the lyrics are stressing the true colors of the offer:

A tomb with a view

Man, what a metaphor. I would have run out of there the minute I heard this line. But our boys share one brain cell (I can’t get over how funny this is) and it’s currently taken by Julie, so I don’t blame them.

Disappointment is huge. Caleb read it all wrong. So we are moving to the next point in our Heroes and Villains essay.

2. Recruitment

It’s very cool that Caleb offers the boys to join his band right after Luke offers Julie to join Sunset Curve. They both are going out of their ways to get that (although have different budgets apparently. But look, they live in a garage). Luke made a hit with a bunch of Julie’s not very well structured lines (I love Flying Solo with all my heart as a song, but as a poem it just looks weird to me) to impress her, and we all saw the show Caleb had thrown to impress the boys. Plus food. And fancy dancing. But here is where contrast comes again.

Caleb offers to join the band, yes, but only as backup singers. It’s his show, remember? It’s only about him. He doesn’t care if they are even good. He wants their magic under control.

Share the spotlight with ME / How do you like MY new band?!

Luke offering Julie a spot in the band is a completely different story. He saw what she is capable of. He instantly knows she must be the key to a new sound, a new level. And he, a natural performer, frontman, lead guitarist, steps back and gives the spotlight to Julie. To think about it, he could have just got her magic under control by giving her simple lines, incorporating piano in the songs and that’s all. They would be visible, he would still be a center of attention, and Julie herself wouldn't mind that much. But that’s not who Luke is. Yes, there is a funny scene of “Hey, I’m your lead singer” and “you don’t have to be mean”, but it’s just messing around. Because right after that he finishes Flying Solo, writes several other songs with Julie, seeks her approval of Sunset Curve songs and basically follows her around like an adorable excited puppy.

Moving on and back to the rejection. Again the writers are mirroring them. Julie quits the band & the boys decline the offer. What does Luke do? Well, he tries the way he knows: books a gig, makes Reggie and Alex sing in perfect harmonies and does his puppy eyes thing. And it doesn’t work. And Luke goes to reflect and then probably try to come up with a plan. But something tells me he would not have haunted Julie until she joined them.

What does Caleb do after the initial rejection? Puts a cursed stamp that leaves them no choice but to join HGC. You don’t need to say more.

But in fact the more I think about it, the more I suspect Caleb also not possessing enough mental capacity for a human being. Like, if it wasn’t for Willie, how would they even know? Has Caleb planned to simply show up one day and casually explain? Look, foils in everything.

“You’re in a tough spot… So, you wanna join the band?” | “Looked like it hurt… you know where to find me”

But we sidestepped a bit.

3. Pulling the strings

After the song Caleb comes out to consolidate his success. What he does is clever and, btw, that’s the only time he becomes Julie’s foil. They are stating basically the same thing.

Again, Julie is concerned about the band and the boys, while Caleb is only concerned about having them under control. But they both are pulling basically the right strings.

What is interesting, Caleb actually impressed the wrong person (and that person is our sweet Reggie). Luke follows the string Julie pulled. Although the offer is tempting, he insists twice that they are in a band already directly to Caleb and then in Eats&Beats he says "It's like Julie said, we have a new band, a new sound». No matter what Caleb promised, Luke is not affected at all although Caleb’s offer is a very-very safe choice.

Speaking about using friends as foils, Alex and Reggie also serve as contrast characters for Luke at some points. Luke’s indifference to money is first stressed through Alex who is clearly the chief accountant for the band. His lines about not getting tips, living in a garage and «it’s a little bit about the money» are waved aside by Luke. Reggie is clearly the most affected by the whole Bobbie thing. His lines «I don’t care what Julie said, I’m glad we scared Bobbie», «So we’re gonna forget about getting back at Trevor?» are getting a clear contrast by Luke’s «It’s what Julie said, we have a new band, a new sound» and «He has to live with that guilt».

While editing the article I realised a very cool thing I haven't noticed before. How badly Luke wants to go on tour. And again that's another thing Caleb offers as if reading his mind. That's actually brilliant, to think about it.

Caleb is a VERY good reader. He tests the waters with a speech about disappearing from stage and going around the world and all dreams coming true. Still he doesn’t know the boys and especially Luke, so his phrase “no real connection” doesn’t register that much.

But he learns. Remember the lines I’ve marked before?

Reggie is afraid they will not be together after they cross over. He is in desperate need of a family. So wouldn’t it be nice to spend the rest of your afterlife with your brothers? (Reggie's main insecurity is loneliness, feel of a broken family. That's why he is the most concerned about crossing over. Will his family stay intact?)

Alex is insecure, and not being understood by the people closest to him will always hit hard. So welcome to a place where you won’t be misunderstood. And actually we know there is a guy you like and find comfort in. (Alex's insecurity is growing up in times when he could not truly be himself even with his family and for sure not believing he would ever be able to find someone meant just for him)

That mirrors the whole Luke’s beach speech perfectly. Only comparing them we can truly appreciate why Luke is the leader. He shuts down his own demons to make Alex and Reggie remember that they are not alone (“and I believe in you”. sorry. Olicity fan).

Caleb makes them suffer to get what he wants. But this time he is careful with the words aimed at Luke. Yes, he repeats his words about vanishing and applauses BUT he makes sure that his words about CONNECTION are the key words for Luke. Intense look, calming voice, touching - these are all elements of hypnosis. And Luke is in a daze. (Continuing the parents' thing, for Luke the main insecurity is not managing to connect with his mom. Maybe that's such a big thing for him: through all these people he wanted to find that connection with her)

4. The Hero’s journey

That’s the best part actually but I won’t be saying anything new or that you don’t know. Luke is made of lyrics and music. That’s his soul, heart, that’s the feeling running through his veins. He doesn’t need anything other than that in his life. Playing for eternity is “a gift no musician would ever turn down”. But he actually does turn it down. As well as his dream to go see the world with his band (is there covid in jatp universe?). He is the one who resists the hardest to the pull. Luke, who always has a guitar in his hands, doesn't want to play. Because it’s not only about the music now. He has this amazing girl in his afterlife who was willing to accept them for who they were, helped Luke battle his own demons, eased his pain and made him open up. And it doesn’t make sense any longer without her anymore. “And you’re a part of me now till eternity”.

Caleb, being Luke’s foil, completely misses the whole point of connection. It’s not in his nature. His house band are just recruits (Just so happens you’re in luck we’ve got a vacancy). For Luke his band is his family (We are the only family we ever gonna need). The Connection theme is one of the main in the show. And it’s so cool to show it focused through Luke whose best way of interaction is a touch. But not being able to touch Julie Luke has to find other ways, although it’s not that simple for him. And Julie backs that up: We connect in so many other ways. They literally touched each other's souls. Without knowing she put a stamp of her own on Luke, Alex and Reggie. They’ve never felt loved enough, appreciated enough, supported enough. They’ve only had each other. And Julie’s stamp is love. And for Luke (as well as Reggie and Alex) from now on this girl is worth dying for all over again.

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So yeah. I hope you enjoyed it, as I for sure enjoyed writing. There is gonna be a part 3 about Julie and a few honorable mentions of parallels of the Pilot and the Finale (I hope at least to do all that). I’ve also figured very very cool connections in the songs and I can’t wait to share.

Also as I was heavily speaking about The Other side of Hollywood, @catty-words has a wonderful meta on rain metaphors here (sorry for tagging, if you don't want to be tagged), check it out if you somehow missed it. It's super clever.

[psychic-waffles]

10 characters from 10 things

thank you @ashenwren for the tag! i am so sorry I don't have the brain power to write actual answers about why i like these characters so you get jack's oversharing hour instead:

unfortunately for everyone around me my main requirements for falling in love with a fictional character is being able to steal their gender and/or project my issues onto them.

so without further ado:

1. Spock - Star Trek

i am autistic, and also a nerd for space, and also autistic. so i think that speaks for itself.

2. Hei Xiazi - DMBJ

as i said earlier; probably 3 possums in a trench coat with a joan jett wig. would steal his gender, 10/10

3. Ned - Pushing Daisies

no YOU have chronic anxiety

also wow so lee pace amirite?

4. Kieren Walker - In The Flesh

gestures vaguely in severely depressed baby gay and newly out as trans tiny art student from a small british town watching in the flesh for the first time aged 17

5. Wen Ning - The Untamed

HE'S JUST THE BEST AND GOODEST BOY YOUR HONOR

(and also something something, insert short essay on bodily autonomy)

6. Aragorn - LOTR

(yes i know, i thought it would be legolas too, but hear me out)

i have a very distinct memory of sitting in a highschool assembly aged maybe 13, and the teacher leading the assembly was talking about characters he idolised at a kid, and he pulled aragorn up on screen, and said something about little boys and heroes. and this was when baby jack realised he might maybe have some genders going on.

so yes, i was infact transed by aragorn. the terfs never warned you about that one did they

7. Loki - Marvel

pulls on my clown mask, we're not going into this one.

8. Newt - The Maze Runner

look we were all gay, depressed, and disabled teenagers who stumbled upon the maze runner at a formative age here... right guys?

9. Howl - Howl's Moving Castle

*stares in extremely trans*

and also book howl is a garbage can with glitter sprinkled on top.

10. Snufkin - The Moomins

he's got all the bases covered: lives in the woods, has authority issues, just fucks off from society for half the year. it's the ideal.

my mum read the moomins to me when i was very young and it left An Impression™ (i am now a queer social anarchist who wants to live in the woods and it's entirely tove jansson's fault)

[theincuhusbands]

Christmas Decorating - (Sam x Reader)

Summary - When the boys and Y/N finally get around to decorating for Christmas this year, nothing will stop Y/N and Sam having some Christmas fun!

Warnings - LONG, Kissing, Snow-violence and Cheesy

Word Count - 1818

Erik passed the last box down the ladder to Matthew as I squealed in excitement “That's the last one, right?! We can start now?!” James laughed a little as he climbed down the attic ladder “Yes Miss, we can start now.”

I had been waiting all of December for this! James had been away on business trips and Erik's business had been busier than ever so if we decorated it would have been without them and so we were all waiting until we could do it together. Which now happened to be Christmas eve.

I desperately grabbed the box of tinsel at my feet and hurried down the stairs. I swooned around the main lobby with idea's running around my head about how I could decorate this already gorgeous mansion and make it the most magical, winter wonderland anyone had ever seen. I was determined to make this the best Christmas I ever could. The boy's deserved the most magical first proper Christmas they could dream of, even if they don’t understand the holiday.

Christmas been a favourite holiday of mine, not the day itself, spending a day with my Father and having to pretend to enjoy it sucked, all while he goes on and on at me about school and my studies and most dreaded of all… ‘my future company'.

However, I loved the season. The snow, the going shopping with friends, the drinking hot chocolate by the fire, the decorating and everything else festive about the season but this year was different, this year I had someone special to spend it with.

I looked up the top of the stairs to see Sam leaning with his arms on the banister, holding a box filled with decorations, staring at me smiling. I shout up at him smiling “Don't drop those! Read the box their fragile!” Sam rolls his eyes as he stands up laughing “Can't read Doofus.”

Sam and I weren't official but we've been on a couple “hangouts” which more closely resembled dates and we'd kissed a couple times. It was pretty well known I liked him and I've walked in on my fair share of conversations I wasn't supposed to which included incessant teasing about his feelings. I had never had someone to share Christmas with like this. I mean I've had Naomi and Suzu to celebrate with but this is different. it feels more like celebrating with family than it ever has with the boys.

Matthew ran down the stairs, brushing past Sam and up to me holding three boxes. “Where'd you want these boss?!

I giggle as I point to one of the tables next to the staircase. “Over there. those are decorations for the tree! So, keep them close too here” Matthew nods like he’s on a mission and puts them down on the table. Erik smiles as he brings down a couple more boxes from the landing. “Is that why we bought that tree? To decorate it?” I nod firmly smiling as I start to wrap some red tinsel around the stair’s railings. Damien smiles at me as he passes more tinsel up to me. “From what you think about Christmas it must be the most amazing time ever.”

James clears his throat, bringing all our attention to him. “Alright, I think it would be more productive if we divide and concur.” I clap my hands in excitement as I back down the stairs. James smiles as he picks up a box. “Erik and I will decorate the dinning room and the kitchen, Matthew and Damien can decorate the main hall and Y/N and Sam could do the outside?” I smile brightly. “Yeah sounds great! I’ll go get my jacket.”

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The cold winter night was bitter and chilly as I rubbed my hands together. “You cold?” I turned to face Sam who had a small worried smile on his face as I shook my head. “Let’s get started. Ours is going to look the best” Sam gave me a devilish grin. “You bet it Doofus!”

I’m a little bit shocked at first at how quick Sam is decorating until I hit myself and realised, incubi. Duh. I grab some of the Christmas lights and start wrapping them around a window when I realise Sam is preoccupied setting up some plastic reindeer on the drive. I slowly lean down and grab a handful of snow and shape it into a ball. I aim it ever so carefully and throw it with all my might.

Bullseye.

I snicker as I turn around back at my lights as I hear Sam turn around in confusion muttering to himself “what in the hel-“ I hear the penny drop. “YOU!” His voice dripped with venom and anger as I burst out laughing and start running away. Sam gives chase as we run around the garden throwing half made snowballs at each other laughing and mucking around.

Sam bends down to make a snowball and I take the chance to jump behind some of James’s gardens, hidden by huge bushes. By the time Sam finishes and stands up he’s lost track of me and I’m perfectly hidden by the bushes. I sneak quietly to where he is looking around for me and calling out for me suspiciously. “Y/N? Y/N?”

I take my moment and lunge out the bushes jumping on him and push him to the ground and into the snow. “Got ya’!” I shout giggling as he bursts out laughing. After a couple moments the laugher stops at, we’re left smiling like idiots, looking into each other’s eyes. I start to blush realising I’m straddling him. I sigh leaning in and resting my forehead on his “Merry Christmas Sam”. He smiles sweetly looking down at my lips for a second before letting his eyes meet mine. “Merry Christmas Doofus”.

I gently lean my hands on his chest as I lean in for a short kiss. His lips are as heavenly as always and an amazing contrast of warmth against the freezing cold snow touching my legs and knees. As we finally pull apart, we laugh a little as we can see our breath in the cold air. “I can’t wait till you see what I got you” Sam said smiling affectionately making my heart skip a beat. “Y-You bought me something?” He gives me an amused smile as he laughs making his body shake and making my stomach tie itself up in knots. “What you didn’t think I’d get you something?” I shook my head smiling slightly “never thought about it”.

I stand up as I brush the snow off me. “Come on, we should get inside, it’s really chilly out here” I offer Sam a hand to pull him up which he takes as we start walking around the house to the front door.

As we walk up the porch I jump as I feel Sam’s hand on my waist as he pulls me into him. I must be redder than the tinsel right now. As we walk inside, my jaw drops. It’s gorgeous. The boys have made this so beautiful. The chandelier is decorated with tinsel and there are stockings hung over the railings along with candy canes and decorations set out all over the main hall. “wow…” I breathed out in amazement. It took me a while to realise all the boys were staring at me, or more specifically the hand that was on my waist. “This is amazing guys” I say as I move away from Sam looking at all the decorations. Erik laughs leaning against the bottom post of the railing. “I get that it’s snowy out there but you two are awfully wet.”

I smirk as I think about the snowball fight and I hear Damien’s laugh fill the room. “They’ve been having some Christmas fun of their own.” Matthew looks at me with an eyebrow quirked however all I do is wink back. I turn around and look into the dinning room when I see the tree we picked out standing up in a stand ready to be decorated. “Yes! This is the best bit” I run and hang my jacket up by the fire before running back to the tree skidding in my socks.

The boys crowd around the tree as we decorate it with tinsel, baubles, crackers and everything else. James smiles at me “You really love this Miss, don’t you?” I chuckle as I reach back into the box for the perfect decoration. “what gave it away?” James smiles charmingly at me “the stars in your eyes” I laugh gently placing the decoration on the tree when something catches the corner of my eye. A blur dashing out the room. “I’ll be back. Two moments”

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I follow the burr out the room and up the stairs to my room. “Sam?” When I open the door, Sam turns to face me with a small present in his hands. “Hey… I couldn’t wait” He holds it out to me gently as I walk over and take it. It’s not wrapped very well and the green ribbon is a bit crumpled. It’s not hard to see he had to try and wrap this quite a few times but it’s just perfect.

I softly open the wrapping paper to reveal a flat green velvet box. I turn to Sam confused but he just smiles at me nervously “open it…”. I open it to reveal a brand-new shiny chain bracelet with a beautiful dog tag hanging from it. I gasp in shock and in aww looking at it. He bought me a matching dog tag, maybe some people would be insulted but it’s so cute. I hear him breathe shakely as he bites his lip. “So?” I lunge at him again wrapping my arms around is neck attacking him with hugs. “I love it Sam! Thank you!”

I feel him let out a sigh of relief and I hug him tighter. I eventually pull apart from him as I look down at the box. I open it and gently pull the bracelet out and put it on. It’s so pretty and sweet I could cry. I quickly stand up and lean under my bed pulling out Sam’s present. “This is for you” Sam looks at me cheerfully as he takes it -and not so gracefully- rips the paper off to reveal a framed photo of us two in the summer when we went on holiday to Hawaii. Matthew took the photo and I’m jumped up on Sam’s back as we’re eating ice cream. He looks at it and rubs his thumb over the frame before he looks up at me the hint of tears in his eyes.

He stands up suddenly pulling me into a hug so tight it almost smothers me. “Thank you… Y/N…” I smile into him hugging him tighter and breathing in his sent “anytime…”.

[castiel-barnes]

The Wedding.

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales. Drawing AU. Part 4.

Pairing: Frankie 'catfish' Morales x Reader

Summary: After a few months they finally get married.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of like an anxiety attack. Don't @ me I'm not great with this stuff.

Tags: @scribbledghost @phoenixhalliwell

A/n: I know it has been months since I last updated this series. But I've been struggling for inspiration with this one.

It had been a few months since Frankie had proposed. The two of you had never been more happier. All of the boys had been a huge helping hand with everything in the wedding planning. You and Frankie had decided that you wouldn't have too many at your wedding.

"Carl said that we could use his barn he uses for parties, for the wedding." You said to Frankie when the two of you were sat at the table planning.

Carl was your next door neighbour who was as sweet as pie, he'd help Frankie fix a few things that need a pair of extra hands and complimented your art work. In the years of living in your current house, Carl had become a good friend of yours.

"That's good, I really like that barn anyways." Frankie replied smiling up at you from his laptop.

The two of you discussed everything, you had even discussed who would be walking you down the aisle. None of your family would be coming, so you came up with someone who knew you just as well. Santiago. You were close to all the boys, like big brothers to you. But with Santi, it was like he was your favourite brother.

"Okay mi amor, who do you want to walk you down the aisle?" Frankie asked, you sat there for a moment and thought.

"Um... Santiago. I'm going to ask Santi to walk me down the aisle." You replied smiling a bit.

"Okay." Frankie said smiling back at you. After agreeing on who would walk you down the aisle, you texted Santi.

'Hey Santi, can you come round quickly? I need to ask you something in person.'

You texted,

'Of course I can doodle, I'll be round in a bit.'

Santi replied within a few minutes. About 20 minutes later Santi showed up at the door. Walking through the through the door, he smiled at the two of you.

"Hey doodles, hey Fish how have you been?" Santi asked,

"Not too bad, Y/N has a serious question for you Pope." Frankie responded. Your anxiety picked up ever so slightly, but you had your boys next to you so you knew you'd be alright.

"Santi, would you do me the honour of walking me down the aisle at our wedding?" You asked smiling slightly,

"Really?!" He replied suprised. You smiled fully and nodded.

"Of course I will! I would be honoured too." Santi said smiling and hugging the two of you.

You both trusted Santi with your lives, being big brother to the two of you. All of the boys were your brothers, and each of them had their nicknames for you. Frankie had all the basic relationship nicknames for you like: mi amor, babe, honey and your favourite, Future Mrs Morales. Santiago names for you were: care bear, doodles and peaches. And then the boys shared the other nicknames: short cake is a main one, star and kiddo. All of the boys cared deeply for you, since you were part of the group.

Santi stayed for a little while longer before he headed back home.

"I love you Mr Morales." You stated quietly as you watched the sun go down from the crook of Frankies arm.

"I love you too Future Mrs Morales." Frankie replied kissing your temple and letting it linger.

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Timeskip: Wedding Day.

Since asking Santiago to walk you down the aisle, you and Frankie had planned everything of your small wedding. Your next door neighbour helped the boys to set up his barn for your wedding.

About an hour out from the actual ceremony, you started to otherthink and panic. Causing your anxiety to heighten. One of your bridesmaids called Santiago to come help you calm down.

"Hey doodles, are you okay?" Santi asked kneeling infront of you. You shook your head.

"Okay Y/N, look at me and breath." He continued. You tried to calm down, but nothing was working.

"Do you want me to get Frankie?" He asked, and again you shook your head,

"B-bad luck to see bride." You stuttered.

"I know honey, but we've gotta calm you down." He replied, eyes begging you.

"Okay." Yoh stated quietly. Santi kissed the top of your head, then ran off. After a few minutes, he returned back.

"Okay doodles, here's the plan. Frankie is here but he is around the corner. He won't see you, but you can still talk." Santiago explained. You nodded and followed him to a corner where a chair was set up.

"Hey cariño." You heard Frankie say from around the corner,

"F-frankie." You replied searching for his hand and finally finding it.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked,

"S-scared of it." You stuttered out closing your eyes.

"Scared of what sweetheart? You need to tell me okay?" Frankie replied stroking his thumb over your knuckles,

"The amount of people, in the barn." You finally stated. Frankie sighed and squeezed your hand finally realising that your fear of crowds won't be helpful.

"Okay honey, it's alright. Santi and I will be right there with you. You know that don't you?" Frankie said reassuring you,

"Yeah." You responded quietly finally calming a bit.

"Okay, when you walk down the aisle Santi will be right next to you. Just focus on me and no one else." Frankie explained. The two of you talked for a little bit more until it was time for the ceremony.

"I'll be waiting for you alright honey?" Frankie said quietly,

"Yeah baby, I'll be there." You replied smiling finally, your anxiety now less than it was. You left to go back to your room and Santiago came with you. Your makeup was a little messed up, but the bridesmaids helped resolve that problem fairly quickly.

Santiago offered you his arm, as the two of you walked across to the barn.

"You ready?" He asked smiling at you,

"Yeah, i-i think I am. Thank you Santi." You replied giving him a little smile.

"Its alright, you look beautiful by the way." He stated making you blush a little. You heard the music start playing, and Santi squeezed your arm to reassure you. The doors opened and all you focused on was Frankie at the end of the aisle. His jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over a little. You noticed that he had shaven but left his mustache and combed his hair. You smiled at him and blushed a little.

"Hi baby." He whispered,

"Hi handsome." You replied smiling. The ceremony was nice and small. The two of you tearing up when you said "I do." Even the boys started tearing up at some point.

The wedding reception had the boys, some of your friends and some of Frankies family. Your dance was soft and slow, you felt like you were on top of the world right now.

"You look so beautiful Mrs Morales." Frankie whispered as your head laid on his chest,

"Thank you Mr Morales, you look just as handsome." You replied smiling. Your dress was beautiful, a sweetheart neckline and it hugged your body. Your hair was done up in a soft bun and you had a small flower crown with a small flower crown. When the first dance finished Frankie gave you a soft kiss and smiled at you.

Now though it was for the father daughter dance. But yours weren't here, and you could feel the sadness hit you slightly. However, just as you were about to sit down Santiago held your hand gently and led you to the dance floor.

"You'd think I'd leave you hanging doodles?" He asked smiling as the two of you danced,

"No." You replied smiling as you giggled when he pulled some ridiculous dance moves. The two of you danced for a bit and laughed, then one of the brothers tapped on Santi shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Benny asked,

"Yes you may Ben." Santi smiled kissing your cheek. You started to dance with Benny and in the end you had danced with all of the boys.

The rest of evening went smoothly and it was a nice summers evening. You and Frankie stood outside, looking up at the stars.

"Thank you for today Frankie." You said quietly still looking up,

"It's alright baby, you know that." Frankie replied pulling you in for a deep kiss. You kissed back passionately and giggled. The two of you stayed there for a little longer and then went back in for the end of the reception.

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

i don't know if your requests are open or not but: can you please write richie talking about eddie on his comedy show and eddie watching from the wings and just realises how in love he is with richie.

(sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it either way!)

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Eddie watched the colour drain from Richie’s face as he made a beeline to the sink after hearing the roaring crowd from beyond the red curtain and he followed him quickly. He placed his hands on his best friends’ shoulders, squeezing them in an aid of comfort, but it didn’t seem to help as Richie only wretched more brutally.

“Rich, come on, you’ve done this thousands of times! What’s the difference?” Eddie asked, trying to settle Richie’s mind about the whole thing. This was a huge deal as after years of performing his stand up in clubs and at open mic nights and then gaining a spot on the radio, Richie finally had sold out his own show.

Richie pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at Eddie as though he had grown an extra head, “Yeah, Eds, in bars and clubs! This is a fully sold out hall! I’ve never done this before, what if I screw it up?”

The panic was clear on Richie’s face and Eddie shook his head, squeezing Richie’s shoulders. “You have nothing to be worried about. You’re hilarious, Rich and all those people out there have bought tickets to see you because they also find you funny. You could talk about boats for an hour and a half and they’d still laugh at your jokes!”

An announcement came over the PA system, letting the audience know that the show would start in ten minutes and they should take their seats. Richie paled once more and Eddie gripped his shoulders tighter. “Eds…” He breathed, swallowing thickly.

“Listen to me, if at any point in the set you feel scared or unconfident, just look at me.” Eddie cut him off. “I’ll be right here in the wings, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got this Rich, this is everything you’ve always wanted and it’s right at your fingertips, now go take it. Okay?”

Richie ran his hands through his hair, swallowing thickly as the lights dimmed in preparation for him to go on. “You know something, Eds? I don’t think I could have done this if you weren’t right here beside me.” He placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezed it tight.

Just then the announcer came over the intercom, asking the audience to take their seats as the show was about to begin. A few moments later, the lights on the stage came on and the announcer spoke once more; “Now, without further ado, may I introduce your entertainment for the night, up and coming comedian: Richie Tozier!”

The audience burst into applause as Richie walked backwards to the stage, never taking his eyes off of Eddie until he couldn’t anymore and turned to the mic, greeting the audience and opening the show with a joke to set up the whole evening.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of Richie, at the way he thrived on the stage, working the audience with his smile and charisma. He knew Richie was funny, Eddie had been to see a few of his shows at the bars he frequented at, but this was different. There was something new and exciting about watching Richie perform in front of a real audience who had bought tickets to come and see him, as well as on a real stage.

It all changed about halfway through the show. One moment Richie was joking about a childhood memory, and the next he turned his head in Eddie’s direction, their eyes meeting. “You know, through all of the childhood trauma I had to endure growing up in a homophobic town in Maine, but there was one thing that I would never regret about it. That thing, or rather person, is my best friend. All jokes aside, I have six friends, we all grew up together and called ourselves ‘The Losers Club’. Everyone hated us, but we didn’t care because we had each other and we knew that, one day we’d be getting out of there and those assholes would be working in a McDonalds or washing our BMW’s.”

The audience broke into a laugh, softer this time, as though they could read Richie’s tone of seriousness. “I loved them all, but there was one certain friend that meant a little more to me than the others. His name is Eddie Kaspbrak, he is backstage tonight as my wingman, he always has my back and I could never thank him enough. He is the one constant in my life and I guess I just wanted to...thank him for being there for me even though I can be a bit tough to handle.”

Eddie swallowed, his throat closing up as he moved a little closer to the stage, a little closer to Richie. There was something fluttering in his stomach, something that had been there for a long time, but Eddie was ignoring. Hearing the way Richie was talking about him on that stage, in front of all those people, it made all those feelings rise to the top once more. He broke into a smile, shaking his head a little as Richie continued with his show, breaking into another perfectly timed joke.

He took a glance out at the audience and his eye caught onto someone sitting in the third row close to the right side of the stalls. When Richie admitted his passion was to go into comedy and perform in front of large audiences, Eddie made it his mission to research talent scouts. Right there, where his eyes had spotted, was one of the most well known scouts of the comedian sector...and he was laughing.

“Let me tell you about the time my friend Staniel got gum stuck on his hair and we had to lather it in peanut butter…” Richie spoke into the mic on the stage and Eddie turned his attention back to the star, a softer smile making it way onto the stage.

He was in love with Richie Tozier, and after the show, he was finally going to tell him.

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[twinkleallnight]

Marshmallow

(Part-4) Frozen thoughts

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC, Drake x ??

For previous chapters: catch up here

Thank you @bbrandy2002 for pre reading.

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Frozen thoughts---

There is no going back. I have lost Livy. I am listless as I lumber around the lawns when my phone buzzes. It is Liam. I take the call.

“Yes Liam?”

“Hey, can u distract the Big B?”, he says in a hushed tone over the phone. He is referring to Bastein, the head guard.

“Where are you?”

“In my room. And he is right outside my door. Can you please come over?” he whispers.

“ On my way.”

Bastein, chief of guards, holds a special place in our lives. He was my father’s close friend for most of his life though half his age. But after losing my father, he has been that fatherly figure in my life. Since king Constantine keeps busy in stately affairs, Bastein has been there for Liam and Leo too. As much as he loves us all he makes sure to keep all of his brats--us--in check. Bastein has taken care of the former prince Leo, who had a very risqué lifestyle and always found Liam as very easy one to deal with.

Liam has always been the golden boy. The most well-mannered, obedient and disciplined of us all. He still agrees with Bastein's suggestions. What surprises me is why Liam needs to get rid of him? I sprint towards his room and I am greeted by Bastein’s stiff figure standing in front of Liam’s door. He nods and allows me to enter.

As soon as I see Liam, all the memories from few hours back, come rushing in. He has a mischievous smile on his face, which fades when our eyes meet.

“What’s wrong?”, he voices his concern. I sit down on the couch with a heavy heart, placing my head down in my hands. “Is this the same thing that was bothering you earlier at the lawn party too.” I nod. He sits besides me, a hand on my shoulder. “ Can I help?”

“Yes, it’s Livy.” I gather myself and fill him with all the details.

He is remorseful about what happened. When I finish, he speaks,“ I am sorry. It’s my fault. I should have at least called her. But,” he claps on my shoulder, “ I will make this right. I will make it up to her. Please relax. I promise you.” I gradually calm down after his persistence.

“How are things coming along with the social season and the suitors?”, I ask after some time. I see the playful smile return on his face.

“ Yes, about that...We need to be somewhere right now if you can help me.” He grins.

A look at my wristwatch and it dawns on me, “Oh! I am sorry! I totally forgot. Riley’s Cronut sneak out!”

“Sshhh! Quiet! That man out there has keen ears” Liam says in a muted tone.

“ Okay! Okay!”, I say softly. “ So what’s the plan?”

“ If I move out from the main door, he will surely follow me.”

“So, where do you want to make a getaway from?” I ask him, puzzled.

“From the window?” He looks at me, quite unsure.

“Crown prince of Cordonia wants to sneak out through a window to be with his girlfriend,” I chuckle.

“Oh yes, go on and mock me. Yes, I want... no, I will sneak out to be with her. Now stop giggling like a lass and come over here and help me! Once I am out of here, you walk out of the main door, pretending you are leaving me back in the room so that Bastein doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Sounds good.”

I help him out the window. He lands on the bush down with a thud and an ah and a ooh! I control my laughter and turn back to get out. I make small talk with Bastein appearing normal and then head out to the lawns. Riley, Max and Hana are all busy plucking thorns from all over Liam’s clothes.

“You good there?” I ask, amused.

“Yes, except that I landed on a rose bush full of thorns!” He stares at me.

“ Well, you need to pay the price to sneak out.”

After the clean-up, we walk to Maxwell's SUV and hop in. I take the driver's seat while Liam sits with Riley in the back seat and Hana on Riley’s other side. We get down at a pastry shop near the beach.

Liam takes the ladies to a table while I follow Max to place our orders. As we carry our food to the table, Max makes his signature dance move with a shout-out, “Cronuts here we come!” The girls laugh and we all plunge into the delicacy. Hana, Max and Liam try them for the first time so all the comments start pouring in after the first bite.

“Do you know the recipe, Riley?” asks Hana in her smooth voice. I notice she has a soft and low tone even when we are out of court. I feel like asking her if she always speaks so softly.

“Ahaan!” nods Riley, her mouth full. She is just the opposite of Hana with her heavy commanding voice.

“Please do share with me.” Hana requests politely.

Liam perks up,“ Thank you, that means I don’t have to be punctured with thorns anymore for a sneak out.”

“Oh, Liam, I’m so sorry. I put you through this.” Riley apologizes since it was her mastermind plan to do all of this.

“Riley, I don’t mind the effort if the result is so scrumptious, not to forget the company of my friends.” Liam assures her.

Friends--with that word, I lose track of the conversation. Not all friends, I feel. Livy's forlorn face floats in front of my eyes. I start missing her again.

Absent-minded, I follow the group as they walk out of the shop.

“Bastein, We...I… How did you know?” Liam stutters. I come out of my trance and see Bastein standing tall, right at the exit point.

Riley and Hana giggle, looking at Liam fumble with his words.

“Sir, I have had the honour to train at the hands of your elder brother. I hope you can grant me that much. Liam snickers at the mention of Leo. “The king awaits in his study to talk to you about some urgent matter.”

Liam returns to his stoic self. “ Let’s go back,” he says and turns to the ladies, “ Thank you so much for this little outing. I apologise I will have to cut this short. I will see you tomorrow.”

“Max, I trust you will drive the ladies back to the palace safely. Drake, you may walk lady Hana to her quarters from there.” Liam assigns us the roles and I glare at him. He knows well I don't do well with strangers, especially a lady! I could have escorted Riley; I know her a little but Hana…! I have hardly spoken a sentence or two in these two meetings.

To worsen the situation further, Riley insists on taking the front seat and I have to share the back seat with Hana. We drive down to the palace. While I get out to walk Hana to her quarters, Riley accompanies Max to the parking lot. As he starts the SUV,Riley shrieks, “Full speed ahead!" Hana and I both giggle, then walk away.

“She is a live wire”, Hana says.

“Yeah, may be the right balance for Liam,”

I stop in my tracks realising my remark must have hurt Hana. She is a contender for the same position, after all. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Hana kept treading on, “ You don’t need to apologize for something that is obvious. I can sense the heat between them. And believe me, I am perfectly fine with it.”

She sets me back on heel by saying that. “But you are officially a suitor in this social season. How is it that it doesn’t matter to you at all?”

“Grabbing the crown to be a future queen is not the only purpose for some of us. In fact, even Riley is not a crown chaser. Some people live for love!”

“Oh, you mean you have already found someone in your life.” I make my presumption.

“No. There isn’t anyone yet. But when it happens, I wish it to be as strong as what Liam and Riley share. Until then, I aim to prove my worth at working with the state affairs.”

“I understand. The royal court is not a piece of cake and Liam surely needs to build a fresh set of representatives who serve the youth.”

She smiles and turns with a twinkle in her eyes. “Thank you for walking me down. It was fascinating talking to you.” I realise we have reached her room.

“Pleasure is mine, Lady Hana. Hope to see you again soon.” I curtsy and turn on my heels.

My steps get sluggish as I cross Livy's chambers. ‘Is she awake? Is she listening? She said she can make out my footsteps. Should I wait to see if she opens the door and comes back?’ The whirlwind of thoughts push me slowly to my room and I hit the sack without changing my clothes. I drift into a deep slumber without effort, tired of the day’s events.

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Morning comes with a new hope. We are travelling to Lythikos today. The snowy north duchy of Cordonia that belongs to Duchess Olivia Nevrakis.

There is much to do before I leave. I quickly pack my bags and then make a run to the stables, instruct my assisting vet for things to be done in my absence. I rush back to my room, load my truck and drive safely to catch up right behind Max's limo. Riley is with him in there.

Liam and Livy had planned an early morning drive as she is the host and I am hoping that they have got time to talk to each other and smooth out the creases.

I can feel the chill just by the sight of the snow after almost an hour-long drive. Max and Riley have already moved inside the cosy chateau. I pull on my jacket before getting out. As I drag my bags up the entrance, I hear her. 'The Guanaco call', I always teased Livy, saying her sharp laughter sounds just like the lama and she hits back saying 'what better comparison can I expect from an animal doc?’

I spin to find her ice skating with Liam at the frozen lake. She is beaming, radiant and glowing again. I feel a surge of fresh energy watching her.

But I am staggered, I stand there, I don’t know for how long, just with my frozen thoughts.

[sienna-writes]

Butterfly Blood // update 1

woo! first writing update on this WIP so far! (Finally!!). Since I don't want to include huge spoilers on this book, as I might one day end up publishing (who knows), I will be splitting these posts into chatting about my process, character development, edits etc. and then include extracts that aren't too spoilery! I think it'll be okay for the first sections of the book, especially as alot of the first few chapters is character building and imagery to set the scene, tone and atmosphere.

Also, the working title of "Bleeding Out" that I HATED with a PASSION is finally gone! My novel is now called Butterfly Blood based on a excerpt way in the future of the story. (Which I'm very excited to share c: )

I wrote the prologue after I’d finished the first chapter, to introduce the book and it’s mystery in a more captivating way than it had initially been introduced.

Frog finds himself underground in the middle of a forest with no knowledge of his surrounds, his past, or his identity. He clings to one certainty, that he is and was raised by frogs. (This book is a bit wack, just roll with it.)

As he crawls into the middle of the road, a truck starts hurtling toward him and careens off the road last minute. The driver drops down and searches for for Frog, but cannot find anyone.

There is no blood, no screaming, no mangled man wailing on the ground. Reluctantly, the driver withdraws from the dark and locks himself in the enclosed cabin of his truck, steadying his breathing.

As the exhaust sputters to life again, and tires tug against the initial friction of the gravel, the disappearance twists the driver’s thoughts.

His passenger clings with sticky tree frog palms to the trucks stomach; well-oiled organs huffing heat and fumes onto his face.

So this book actually began with a very horribly written chapter. The structure was a mess and for some reason I kept bombarding the reader with information about my main character Rowan and really pushing forward the idea that she’s an energetic person... Which was stiff and just poor writing, honestly. (Also, I've changed my ideas since about how I want to characterise her.) But out of the 3000 word (approx) start, there were salvageable aspects, and those went into the first chapter along with a lot more fleshing out of the scenes, setting and character. I also finally decided on a tense and perspective after being super inconsistent with it and unable to make my mind up.

But! We got there in the end, I just thought I’d share my struggle since writing is not a perfect process and there is a lot of rearranging, and sometimes it feels like pulling teeth.

The premise of this chapter is to set the scene of Blackerwick (a fictional, dreary british seaside town), introduce Rowan (our main character), and the complex relationship with her father, who has become insular over the past month before the story starts.

—excerpts;

A little world building and set up!

Everything about the sleepy town Rowan’s family had moved to is soaked in a distinct achromatic despondency. Inland residents slumped and slogged in their routines, never caring to change them, almost afraid of living. It had confused Rowan at first when she’d come here from Ireland at fourteen, how much the dull town contrasted its landscape. It seemed undeserving of such beauty; a tall mountain range to the left of Blackerwick, and beyond it a city; wide stretches of moors headed toward the forests, and beyond the forests—the ocean. It was as if all the world’s natural beauties had congregated here millions of years ago as the earth slid into place, waiting for settlers to enjoy it. They didn’t even seem to notice.

    Fading out of view behind her, a mangle of dark rooftops mesh amongst each other, a severe contrast to the pallidly painted house fronts, and chimneys slice into the sky, puffing endlessly on their pipes.

Hot air is exhaled from the horizon, tugging striking, unruly orange hair from her heavy ponytail as it whistles past her face. She closes her eyes peacefully against the feverish winds, her clothes buffeting and pounding as if fighting it off. Grinning, she leans toward the sea, trusting its breath to hold her weight.

In the course of this chapter Rowan has had an altercation with her teacher and gotten a detention, pushed through the forests toward the beach, and now is returning home. She rouses her dad’s attention by feigning a headache, because he doesn’t bother with her unless he sees she is in pain etc. Now for some quality mild gore!

    Turning, she leans in to hug him when she realises there’s blood gushing from her nose.

    “Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Not again!” Rowan scoops shaking hands to her nose, tacky blood spilling over her fingertips. “Dad, Dad!”

    He is already on it, tipping her head back into his cupped palm, holding tissues tightly to her nose. She wheezes and sputters, the world spinning as she lurches toward the sink, clinging to the draining board to keep her balance. Everything red, the four walls of the kitchen, red. Her blurring vision, red. Everything bleeding like her gums beneath grinding teeth as she bites down on the impulse to say something. She wants to scream, or throw up, head swimming as her world tilts upside down. Her skull rests in her father’s strong palm, a fleshy safety net.

Wash your mouth out with soap, ma’am. 

I was considering having Rowan not swear around her father, but her mother is pretty aggressive and her dad (Karmen) swears regularly, so it doesn’t seem too outrageous anymore. (I could never, my mum would flip).

When the bleeding slows finally, and her chin closes in on her neck again she notices her father’s shirt is covered with dried, grubby gore. It looks like he is bleeding out from a deep gash notched into his chest. His heart clawed savagely from its dwelling. 

Karmen being a worried dad is best dad;

     “You said not again.” He says finally, as she gathers herself, filling glass after glass with water and gulping hungrily, throat tilted toward the sky.

    “I’ve been getting more than usual recently.” She replies nonchalantly.

    “That’s shouldn’t be normal.” He says.

     Rowan shrugs, “I’ve always been prone to bleeding and bruising.” As if to defend herself or prove her case, she pulls down her jeans slightly, revealing a black contusion on her hip. It fades into swarthy purple and blue; a gradient discolouring her pale freckled skin; a deep ink blot, as if the flesh had been punctured with a fountain pen.

    Her dad hisses sharply. “How did you do that? I told you not to go into those woods anymore!”

Ok! Enough blood! I really made nosebleeds overly dramatic lol.

Anywho!

the first 2000 ish words of this chapter follow Frog (he's later named Mint), and let me tell you, his perspective came so naturally, and was such an interesting world view to write in. I'm not saying i like him, but I enjoy writing him for sure.

This chapter was initially 2100 words and I intended it to be a brief introduction of mint, but I merged it with the next one because I thought they joined together nicely. The other aspects of this chapter introduce more of the friend group (honestly the only relevent characters within this group are Damian and Jamie, the rest are low-key assholes) and set up later events.

—excerpts;

Mint is wandering in the forest, and hunting.

He slinks into step with the deer as it rises, shaking his head as it shakes its placid mane. Serenity slices the air in two.

     Frog strikes.

    The blade almost glitters in the air as it shoots toward the limpid animal’s vulnerable throat, veins pulsing beneath frosty, translucent fur. Incorporeal beast. A surreptitious streak in the night, headfirst, embedding with a gurgle and a coarse, barbaric scream. Deer’s aren't meant to sound like this. Like a human, like something capable of feeling and hurting. Frog wriggles the blade out of its fleshy sheath and exhales into a whistle. He looks gleefully at the drowned grass damp with blood. Gushing over his squirming toes.

      Its crown tumbles to the soil, antlers embedding deep into the foliage at Frogs feet. He sits beside Stag on the floor laden with pine needles--wreathing its glazed face like christ’s crown-- and strokes the un-bloodied fur of its forehead, holding its unblinking, waxy glare. Frog is the victor.

Frog/Mint is hunting! He kills a stag! Then he brutally dissects it;

      Peeling away at the thick membrane enshrouding Stag's skull, with tender interest, Frog carves muscle and fat from its head, pellucid and opaline, dropping the pale crumbs of carcass onto the ground. The deer’s dense ghost is not yet cold in his crimson tinted hands. 

Rowan feeling numb, because oh boy us writers like to see our characters in pain;

The water is scalding. Rowan breaks out in goose bumps. Catching her reflection in the rippling bathwater she almost doesn’t recognise herself. Flushed, pale cheeks. All sharp edges, cheekbones slicing beneath the eyes, graceful slanting nose scooping down into a slight point. Her lips protrude from her face, full and large, accommodating an easy smile. Rowan pulls her downturned lips into a small grin. The constructed happiness blurs in the water. Holding her breath, she leans into the baths hot grip, filling with her fiery hair.

    The silence smudges in her ears.

I also wrote some banter-y dialogues but I think I'll share them another time... After they've been edited.... a heck ton... There's an over exaggerated smoking description in this chap too but I've shared that before heh :)

I hope you enjoyed this LONG overdue chapter update! So far there are 7 chapters, so I have a lot of updating to catch up on! :)

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[missingk-blog1]

Kavinsky is tired of telling his friends that he doesn't like Ronan, but they know better.

pairing: rovinsky

tags: mentions of alcohol and drugs, I think. Probably a bit of violence too, but it’s quite soft.

I love the idea of the Dream Pack teasing K everytime they can with Ronan. What are friends for if not for embarrasing you with your crush?

“I'm not gay,” Kavinsky repeated for the thousandth time that evening. The whole Dream Pack was gathered in the living room of Kavinsky's mansion, smoking and making some lines. That was what you could call a quiet evening for them. The previous night's party had been huge, and the morning had been hard for K, so it felt suitable. It had been Proko the one that had come out with that subject, and the rest had been just happy to tease the dreamer about it. Kavinsky, however, was not amused.

“You can't deny you have a crush on Lynch,” it was Jiang who replied, looking at him as if he understood that; the boy was good-looking, that much was true, and it was impossible not feeling physically attracted to him. Proko looked at Jiang and nodded in agreement. He knew better than anyone, maybe better than Kavinsky himself, how the boy felt towards Ronan.

“I’m not gay,” he repeated, his voice so calm and steady that it felt true. And it was true, he wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t straight either. He took a drag from the joint he was holding between his fingers and held the smoke. He released it slowly after a few seconds. Kavinsky wouldn’t deny he liked Lynch, but he would always say it was not like that. Every single thing he had told him (every joke, every insult, every pet name) had been to tease him, to make him angry. He was not trying to flirt with him or anything.

“You know, there is this thing called bisexuality. We exist, it’s not a legend,” Swan said while he prepared a line on the table. He kept talking, slowly and clearly, as if he was explaining something to a kid. “You can like both women and men, and that’s ok. It won’t make you less of a man,” he finished. Kavinsky frowned and was about to reply when someone knocked on the main door. Skov looked through the window, as they could see the main entrance from there, and a huge grin appeared on his face when he recognised the black BMW parked in front of the house. “Your boyfriend's here,” he said, turning to K, who just rolled his eyes as he got up from the sofa. “Not his boyfriend yet, just his crush,” added Jiang, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

“Shut the fuck up,” Kavinsky retorted just as he stood up from the sofa. Before leaving the living room, he shot them a threatening glance. He was pretty sure he knew what Ronan wanted, but he was not going to get it right in that moment. Kavinsky was not in the mood for dreaming. The knocks on the door grew louder and by the time K opened it, Ronan looked ready to throw it down.

“Sorry, baby girl, but the dream factory is closed today,” he greeted the boy, keeping an amused tone that didn’t match his eyes. Yeah, his morning had been hard. Not hard in a I have a hell of a hungover way, but more like I'd have a nightmare that have tried to kill me kind of way. So he’d had enough dreaming for the day. Not that he was going to enlighten Ronan with this information. The boy pushed him aside and got in the house anyway. He looked up and down on Kavinsky, nearly automatically, a small frown plastered on his face. Ronan hated those stupid nicknames, but he had gotten used to them, and they didn’t bother him anymore. As long as it was Kavinsky the one using them, of course.

“Since when are you not up for dreaming? I thought you said you'll never stop doing it,” Ronan answered, hands on his pockets. Kavinsky pushed the door closed and turned to the other boy, his friends' words repeating themselves in his head. I don’t fucking like him like that, he told himself, pursing his lips as he looked up at Ronan.

“Give me a break, man, I’m sick of taking 'bout dreams all the time with you,” he said, annoyance written all over his face. Since Ronan had discovered that he could also dream up stuff, he had started to get interested in K. Kavinsky had been kind of happy about that at first. Then, he got tired of Ronan only reaching for him when he wanted to practice or talk about dreams. As if there was nothing else in the world they could do or talk about.

“And now you need breaks. I didn’t know you were so weak,” Ronan retorted, his face showing no emotion at all, although his body language said he was tense, and maybe a little angry. He had come to Kavinsky’s house with a purpose, and every time he had to reach K for help he felt as if betraying a part of himself. He didn’t want to know what Ganseys would think if he knew that he really needed Kavinsky’s help.

The pack was gathered by the closed door, trying to hear what they were saying. At those last words, Proko clenched his fists and moved to open the door, but Skov stopped him. “That asshole…” he murmured, looking at Skov as if he didn’t understand why he was holding him back. “Leave it to him, K can manage Lynch,” the boy answered, voice calm. Besides, Kavinsky would get really mad if they interviewed in any way. But curiosity won the fear of their friend's anger, and Jiang opened the door slightly to get more information about what was happening between those two.

"You can’t get a fucking car right and I’m the weak one?” K said, his eyes fixed in Ronan’s in a daring way, although it was difficult for the other boy to notice, as he had slid his sunglasses on before opening the door. “I didn’t need a fucking teacher, I figured dreaming out myself. Where does it leave you, faggot?”

Ronan got to K in two long steps and grabbed him by the collar of his tank top. He was so close to him that Ronan could smell the mixture of alcohol and drugs that characterized him. He liked that smell, mainly because it remind him of K every time he catch it, but he was never going to admit that to anyone. Kavinsky put on a sly smile; instead of being angry, he seemed pleased. Why he enjoyed violence so much had something to do with his wicked mind and his extreme way of living. But, with Ronan, he knew nothing bad was actually going to happen, and yet he enjoyed every single bit of it.

“You can rot in hell,” Ronan murmured, although he didn’t move an inch. He didn’t want to. Right in that moment, Ronan wanted either to punch Kavinsky or kiss him until his lips hurt. He had tried to convince himself that he only came to K because he was and experienced dreamer. But that was not all of it, and Ronan wasn’t one to lie, not even to himself. Being with Kavinsky was so intense, that he longed for the adrenaline and the excitement. If Ganseys knew… But he didn’t have to, not just yet. He was a different Ronan when he was with Kavinsky, and that Ronan didn’t care that much about what Gansey may think. “I’m already doing that, man,” K answered, apparently unbothered. They were inches away. K had his eyes fixed in Ronan’s, although everything the other boy could see was his own reflection on the white glasses.

"Can they kiss already?” Jiang asked, looking through the little space the slightly opened door left. The other three boys tried to look too, pushing Jiang aside. “You think? K is still very deep in his I don’t like boys phase,” Skov answered, pursing his lips. The whole pack was dying for K and Ronan to finally liberate that tension that grew between them, but they both were too stubborn to realise about it. “Just looked at them. They either make out or end up in the hospital,” Jiang replied, a mischievous smile appearing in his lips “or both.”

“10 bucks we end up taking them to the hospital,” said Swan, looking at all of them while he reached to his pocket for a bill. “I say they make out,” Proko replied right away. They nodded to each other and then turned their attention back to the slightly opened door. But there was no one there anymore. “Where the fuck are they?” Jiang asked, opening the door a bit more so he could see the whole corridor properly; but they were not there. They had vanished, and there was only one explanation for that. Proko looked at Swan. “You owe me 10 bucks.”