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liannyeong · 4 years

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Things just work out (in the end)

Summary: Two close friends who decided to marry each other if they’re still single at the age of 30. What can happen, right?

Word count: 3181

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Fluff, Just a pinch of angst

A/N: Yay a new fic! And finally, I have gotten used to spelling Jaebeom’s name correctly. This idea is totally cliche lol but well, I just had to write it when ideas started popping in my head. Originally, I had other plans for this plot but I decided to condense it into just a short fic lol. I actually aimed for a 2k word count but well, I always end up writing more whoops ~

Long-time friends, that's what they really are, Not the best of friends but they're close enough to lean on each other and share about their problems. For example, failed relationships. None of their relationships ever last a year. Their friends wonder why, but not even they know the answer to the problem. In the end, they're labelled as the curse in any romantic relationship.

"You know," Jaebeom starts, after a night out with their mutual friends. He had just dropped off their friends who lived along the way, and is now left with her as always. They live the closest to each other anyway. "I'd say we should make a deal."

"A deal?" she echoes.

"Yeah. Let's get married if we're both single by the age of 30."

She snorts. "That's 5 years from now!"

Jaebeom shrugs. "Anything can happen in 5 years."

She keeps quiet, thinking it over before she speaks. "And if we're still single?"

"We marry," Jaebeom says so offhandedly, as if it's nothing serious.

She has a brow raised. "Just like that?"

"Yeah, why not?" Jaebeom retorts. "Nobody seems to want us. And even if they do, it never last more than a year. So why not we skip the basics and get married?"

She bursts out laughing. "You're mad," she says disapprovingly.

"Well, just think about it," Jaebeom insists. "I don't think we've got anything to lose. After all, how bad can it be if there are two 'cursed ones' in a relationship?"

---

ii.

Surprisingly, she agrees. In the year they both turn 30, they hold a small wedding. Then, she moves into Jaebeom's apartment because it is larger. As the months go on, nothing seems to change -- only that Jaebeom has become more gentlemanly towards her. Perhaps being married to someone, having another person to take care of has made him kinder, she doesn't really know. What she knows is that she doesn't hate it. It actually feels nice to have someone to be with at the end of the day. Jaebeom has been a spectacular husband: he listens to her rants about anything, helps her cook dinner. It has been really great.

But sometimes, she can't tell the difference between Jaebeom being chivalrous or... well... having feelings for her? It sounds as if she's too full of herself to think about it, but how can she not when he does things that are questionable?

For example, in one breezy day, Jaebeom took off his jacket just to tie it around her waist when she was wearing a dress that touched just above her knee.

"In case there are any perverts lurking around," he had said dismissively.

Or the few times when he noticed her shivering from the coldness of the air. Be it the air-conditioner of their car or the chilly air anywhere else, Jaebeom would drape his jacket over her body silently, and focus back on whatever he was doing.

Or that one time when they were stranded in the rain with no umbrella. The man threw his precious leather jacket over their heads, then pulled her by the waist with one hand as he led them across the street.

It doesn't seem anything, really. But that last incident is the last straw. Jaebeom has never held her without her permission. He has always made sure not to do anything physical to her, if she doesn't consent to it. The other part of her mind argues that it was just a one-time thing. She can't really comment much on it, can she?

The easiest way to figure this out is to ask him directly. But god, wouldn't it make her look like fool? Imagine Jaebeom saying that "No, I don't have feelings for you. What made you even think that?" Or "We married because of our promise, nothing else." Ugh, this seems like an unnecessary stress on her mind.

One thing's for sure though: even if Jaebeom doesn't harbour any feelings for her, the things he do certainly has an effect on her... She wonders what kind of feeling this is...

---

iii.

Jaebeom is an aspiring singer-songwriter. He has put his works out there to the world through his Soundcloud, which landed him a stable job at a local music company. She knows he's well-known in the music industry -- he's always got big projects to do, producing songs for popular idol groups out there. It's fascinating. Having known him for years, seeing him slowly gaining the recognition he deserves makes her happy.

But with bigger projects to tackle, that means longer working hours. And he will certainly bring his work home. It's frequent that Yugyeom, Jaebeom's partner, comes over to their shared apartment to continue with their projects. Usually, she would hear the same damn beat played a million times across the house. Today, it's more quiet. Perhaps, they're sourcing for inspiration? she wonders to herself. Well, it's not as if she minds the quiet ambience.

She heads to Jaebeom's room-slash-studio to call him for dinner but as she raises her hand to knock, she hears Yugyeom saying, "Hyung, you should tell her you like her--"

She freezes.

"Shut the hell up, Yugyeom. These walls are thin!" Jaebeom hisses.

"But hyung--"

"Drop it, Gyeom-ah. We're not talking about this now," Jaebeom cuts.

Her mind reeling. Jaebeom has someone he likes...? What...?

She totally misses out the footsteps on the other side, until the door swings open suddenly. She jolts in surprise, her hand still raised up.

Jaebeom is looking at her, wide-eyed, as if caught doing a heinous act.

"How long have you been standing here?" he asks after clearing his throat and his face from any expression.

"Just. I was about to knock your door but you opened it," she lies smoothly. "Dinner's ready."

"Great! I'm hungry!" Yugyeom exclaims as he jumps out of his seat and brushes past the two of them like an excited puppy. He heads to the kitchen by himself, leaving the married couple in the hallway.

Jaebeom's voice is soft and cautious as he asks, "Did you hear anything?"

She blinks up at him, trying her best to put on a blank expression. "No? Was I supposed to hear something?"

Jaebeom actually flushes. "N-no. It's great you didn't hear anything," he mumbles.

She nods, eyeing the man. "Let's eat."

---

iv.

Jaebeom always lets her listen to his finished work before its official release to the public. One particular song is about wanting to get closer to another, but they can't because of certain circumstances. Another is about loving a person from afar. It bears a resemblance to Jaebeom's situation, if her thoughts are correct. And her curiosity only gets bigger.

"Your songs... It sounds real," she tries to start the topic in mind. "Do you... possibly... have feelings for someone?"

Jaebeom swivels his chair to look at her in surprise. He looks caught.

She lets out a gasp. She sputters, "You-- Wait, who is she-- Oh, wait, no--" She halts herself when her mind clicks. "Why did you agree to this marriage thing if you have someone you like?! Oh god-- What have I done??" she panics.

"Hey, relax," Jaebeom's calm voice cuts her panic. "It's nothing, don't worry."

"Don't worry?!" she repeats in anger. "How can I not worry?! You're-- Oh god, you could have been with the person you like right now, if not for this--" she gestures the space between them, "thing between us!" She buries her face into her hands, mumbling to herself, "What have I done..."

Jaebeom crouches before her, hands closing around her wrists delicately to pull them away from her face. He brushes her cheek with a knuckle, smiling softly. "It's fine, really. It's no big deal."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"It's because I don't regret anything."

"You don't regret anything?" she echoes his words. "Not even this marriage agreement between us?"

Jaebeom's smile falls just a little. There's a certain warmth in his gaze, a gentle expression on his face. It's one that she has never seen before. Well, not directed to her at the very least. "I don't."

"Why?"

"Because," he starts slowly, "you have been a great partner so far. I don't have any complaints about you."

She frowns, feeling that something is amiss. "There's something you're not telling me."

Jaebeom blinks. Then his shoulders slump. He settles on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of her.

"You're right. There is something I haven't told you," he admits. He lets out a sigh. "But how can I, when I might risk losing everything I have?"

"What's going on--"

Jaebeom looks at her dead in the eye.

"I like you," he confesses.

She draws a deep breath.

"I don't know when it began. But after the wedding, after a few months into this marriage arrangement, I guess I developed a soft spot for you. Which gradually became real feelings. Perhaps the feelings have always been there, I don't know, but I only realized it through this marriage."

"I--" she gapes her mouth like a fish. "I thought you-- I thought you like someone else!"

Jaebeom shakes his head. "I don't. I like you."

She gasps.

"I--" Jaebeom reaches forward but she immediately rises, backing away. The man looks hurt but she can't wrap her mind around this new revelation.

"I'm sorry I need time to process this," she says hastily before striding out of his room.

---

Jaebeom seems to understand her position, so he minimizes any interaction or encounter between them. After all, she's still a little confused. It's not easy to accept the fact that Jaebeom has fallen for her when all they've ever been was close friends. Sure, she may have liked the chivalrous way Jaebeom treated her, but she doesn't think it's any indicator that she may harbour the same feelings toward her.

Anyway, Jaebeom doesn't been home for days. She doesn't even know how he's been. Is he eating alright? Is he stressed? Is he okay? She knows it's her fault -- it was her reaction to his confession that made them like this. Still, she can't help the uneasiness in her heart when Jaebeom disappears for days.

So when the man comes home in the wee hours of the night, she feels her heart pound. He looks so tired, so ragged, like a homeless person. He looks like his life got sucked out of his body.

"Jaebeom--" she calls softly.

He slowly turns, his eyes are heavy, dark circles and eye bags underneath. "Did I wake you? Sorry about that... Well, good night." He drags himself into his room and the door clicks shut.

She stands alone in the doorway of her own room. He looks horrible... She wonders if she could cheer him up. She realizes she actually misses his company. The way he would always be there for her at the end of a long day. The way he would listen to her attentively as she rants her heart out. When has she ever done the same for him? She reckons she has never.

With new determination, she pads over to his room silently, then sneaks in. Jaebeom is already fast asleep, not having changed out of his clothes. He's sprawled out on the bed, and she slowly makes her way to him. The bed dips under her weight, then she rests her head on his arm, snuggling close to him.

"Wha--?" he mumbles groggily, looking over at her.

She only shushes him, curling an arm around his waist as she joins him to sleep.

---

vi.

When she wakes, Jaebeom is still passed out. But his body is turned towards her, his breathing soft and slow. She's still got her head pillowed on his arm. Her eyes wander his face, from the two brows to the twin moles above his left eye, down to the two closed slits and to his round nose, until--

His lips, crafted perfectly like a cupid's bow. The soft pinkish color. She wonders what it feels like to kiss him.

Wait.

What?

K-kiss Jaebeom?

She jolts up, suddenly very awake. She glances back at Jaebeom and her eyes automatically lands on his lips again. Her heart pounds in her ears. Oh my god.

She stomps out, into the safe haven of her own room, her heart beating fast.

No way.

Does she actually like Jaebeom???

---

vii.

Things are still awkward between the two of them. She doesn't mention about the night she slept over at his room. Neither did Jaebeom. It's probably best to leave it for now. She wouldn't know how to face him when she's been having weird feelings since then.

Speaking of which, her mind is plagued with thoughts of Jaebeom and her newfound feelings. She has been trying to rationalize her emotions, but now, she wonders if she's in denial.

What's so bad about liking Jaebeom, anyway? she ponders. He has been a great husband. Hell, she hasn't felt this comfortable with any man before! Comparing to all the boys she has ever dated, she must admit that Jaebeom is the best among them. But wait, Jaebeom and her are not considered as dating, right? If Jaebeom is already this good, what more a real dating relationship? Or even better, a real marriage?

She blushes furiously, raising a hand to cover her face. At the same time, she accidentally knocks over a hot pot, letting out a yelp of pain. The first thing her body does is to put her hand under the running tap water. As she lets the burn cool, she looks over at the kitchen floor. The contents of the pot have spilled all over the tiled floor. She sighs. She shouldn't be this distracted while cooking.

The man who plagued her thoughts emerges from his room haphazardly, his face painted with worry. He glances over the floor before going back to her, especially on her hand.

"I'll grab the first aid kit," Jaebeom says. He comes back, calling her over with a hand held out for her to grab. He then leads her to the couch in the living room, sitting her down and opening the kit. He takes the seat next to her, their knees knocking.

Jaebeom helps to apply a burn cream onto her hand. She will never admit this, but his touch is more scalding than the heat of the pot. She flushes.

"What happened?" he asks gently as he rolls a bandage around her hand.

"I just--" She makes the mistake of looking up. She realizes how close they are. Jaebeom's face is just a few inches away. She can hear his soft breathing. She can even count his lashes. Embarrassed, she averts her eyes, mumbling, "I got distracted, that's all."

"You should be more careful," Jaebeom says, closing the kit and putting it away afterwards. "Just rest, okay? I'll clean the kitchen. We can just order in today."

She nods. Jaebeom heads to the kitchen and starts to clear the spill on the floor. She watches as he picks the soggy vegetables and dispose it into the bin. She slumps in her seat. All she wanted was to cook a simple soup for dinner. Now, Jaebeom who is busy has to clean the mess she made. She feels sorry.

So she turns on her phone and places an order on Jaebeom's favorite from his favorite restaurant.

---

viii.

After coming to terms with her own self, she decides that it's time for them to settle this awkwardness between them.

She knocks onto Jaebeom's door and the man lets her in. He looks a little worried, a little uncertain about what's happening.

"It's about us," she begins once she settled comfortably on his bed.

"Oh," he lets out.

"Look, I-- Um--" she stutters. She breathes out then starts again, "When you confessed to me, I just... I didn't know what to make sense of it. So I'm sorry with how I behaved afterwards. I just didn't know how to deal with it."

"It's fine, I understand," Jaebeom says softly.

"But I just can't stop thinking about it," she adds.

Jaebeom leans forward now, quick to assure her. "Hey, look... If you're uncomfortable living with me, I can move out. We can just sign the divorce papers. It's not a big deal."

She shakes her head. "It is a big deal--! I just--"

The man smiles weakly. "You don't have to force yourself to live with me. I'm not hurt if you don't return my feelings. I understand really. I have made you uncomfortable--"

"No, Jaebeom!!" she nearly shrieks. "What I mean to say is-- I think I-- I think I like you too..." Heat rises in her cheeks and she knows without doubt that her face is as red as a tomato.

Jaebeom stares blankly at her, stupefied.

"I've been thinking a lot about it," she continues. "Back then, I thought... It isn't a bad idea to marry you. But now..." Embarrassed, she's staring at her lap, afraid to look at Jaebeom's face. "I want you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she confesses.

Jaebeom moves forward, kneeling on the floor, a hand gently cupping her left cheek.

"Do you really mean that?"

She nods, blushing.

Jaebeom smiles, his eyes forming crescents. "Spending my life with you, I'd love that."

She looks at him, face gleaming with happiness. Her eyes accidentally look down to his lips and she turns redder. She looks away quickly, abashed.

Jaebeom must have noticed this as he follows her face, peering at her. His hand is still pressed against her cheek. "Can I kiss you?" he asks softly.

She gulps. What does it feel like? her mind wonders. She tilts her chin up, a silent agreement. She watches as Jaebeom moves closer and shuts her eyes when he's just a breath away. Their lips gently brush against each other, and it already feels otherworldly. The moment their lips connect... God, it feels so good. She feels how plump and soft his lips are. And god, the way he rolls his lips against hers... It's electric.

She swears that is the best kiss she has ever had. Reluctantly, they pull apart for air, both their chests heaving. Jaebeom doesn't move away though, he presses their foreheads together. Her eyes feel heavy as she opens them. Jaebeom is already staring back, as if he couldn't believe that they kissed.

"Is this real?" he whispers.

"Yes, it is," she answers before lunging forward. Jaebeom topples backwards, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She worries, but the man laughs it off, giddy with happiness, so she can't help but smile along. She leans down, pressing a quick kiss onto his lips. Jaebeom stares up at her fondly, tucking her hair behind her ear. That hand cups her neck, and he directs her for another kiss. His other arm tightens around her waist, pinning her close. They kiss like teenagers, when chemicals are high.

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thecringefailintherye · 4 years

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Oliver! (1968) Live (re) watch!

i have already seen oliver!, but not in ages, so i decided to watch it again, enjoy

very long post warning

fuckin hell these opening credits are LONG

i love the fact instrumentals of songs in the movie are playing

i have chocolate popcorn, apple lucozade and oliver! on, life is good

yes i know mark lester is oliver ive seen this like 20 times can i watch the film now

OH ABOUT FUCKING TIME

god is love

IS IT WORTH THE WAITING FOR IF WE LIVE TILL 84 ALL WE EVER GET IS GRUELL

i forgot how much of a banger food glorious food is

LOOK AT BABY MARK LESTER 🥺🥺🥺

ads in middle of movie be like

its harry secombe!

AMENNNN

oliver gets bullied the movie

look at this poor kid

MOREE????????

oh yes oliver i love this song

O L I V E R

poor kid

without any bannister yikes

the one who named him........O-L-IV-ERRR

oh were outside now

olivers just been kicked out oh shit

but on the plus side he has a cute ass hat on

BOY FOR SAY AL

look at oliver 🥺 he deserves better

SOWERBERRY MORE LIKE SHITTERBERRY

theres a severe lack of thats your funeral and i shall scream

noah claypole more like noah clayprick

“perhaps... if i had a tall hat?” BABEY

HES GOT HIS TALL HAT ON YES OLIVER

oliver said dab on them haters from your old gaff youre a funeral advisor now and theyre still homeless

DONT INSULT HIS MUM FUCK YOU NOAH

YES OLIVER KILL HIM

yes stuff the nine year old in a coffin and sit on it well done

"OLIVAH ??" "Yes im here: ((("

ITS MEAT!

oliver deserves better man

im gonna cry and were like 25 minutes in.

ik its not mark singing but whoever it is CAN SING WTF

i want to give him a hug

OH SHIT HES RUNNING AWAY

hes in the lettuce

LONDON YOU MADE IT !

yes oliver trains exist

DODGER!!!

whach you starin at aint ya ever seen a toff

the beak

look at lil jack wild

me more hintimate friends

cockney accent™️

the artful dodga

CONSIDERR YOURSSELF AT HOEME COSNIDER YOURSWLF OEN OF THE FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

im sorry i love this song

look this scene is awesome, but it would be COMPLETE with charley oh wait he was demoted to extra and everything interesting abt him was given to dodger

he should have gotten the nobody tries to be ladeeda or uppity bit I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

this cast is BIG

okay i am a Charger Enthusiast but do we all agree there is something oddly homosexual about oliver and dodger in this song

note how dodger is scared of the police FORESHADOWING

ive taken to this SO STRONGITSCLEARWEREGOINGTOGETALONG

how many extras is this ???? yall better be gettin paid

its dodga comin up

this set is sraight out of the book i love it

CHARLEY MATE IM SORRY THEY MADE YOU AN EXTRA

“oh not again” does dodger just always show up with random workhouse kids

ah yes fagin the character whos still a negative jewish stereotype

more and more big cast

THESE SAUSAGES ARE MOULDY! (am i going to freak out whenever charley does anything because i love him? yes)

stfu drink your gin

is this a laundry?? no fam

THE BEST FUCKING SONG IN THIS MUSICAL

IN THIS LIFE ONE THING COUNTS

sorry if i dont add to this until pick a pocket or two is done bc its a straight banger

this song is EVERYTHING

hard at work lol ok

did he make those himself??? no

couple a wipes

EMBROIDERED THEM??? no

petition for all oliver twist adaptations to refer to charley as master bates like the book and for him to have actual lines and not have his actor switched at least three times

i dont even now who charley is at this point because his actor is switched many a time im just gonna say purple blazer kid is charley

anyway charley bates supremacy

whos bill sikes??? NO

fuck bill all my homies hate bill

rum tum tum is a banger

go bed now

take your hat off in bed dodger

movie fagin has rights

fagin leaving where will he go

BET IS THAT YOU

FUCK OFF BILL NO ONE LIKES YOU

NANCY NANCY HES HERE !!!!!! bet deserves everything and more ily 💖

NANCYYYY!!!!!!

its a fine life more like its a banger

wheres all of bets lines gone

bet 🤝 charley (being demoted to extras)

its not funny anyore bet.. bet girl please sing youre the best fucking thing about this song

such a happy song about domestic abuse

THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL BET I FUCKING LOVE YOU

bullsye rights!

i hate how this movie made fagin more symathetic but he’s still a “greedy jew” stereotype

oliver?????

at this moment fagin knew he fucked up

nancy you deserve better than bill

oh hi dodger forgot you existed

and the rest of you except oliver

ah yes charley “sausages” bates i missed you

THESE FUCKING KIDS THEY ALL LOVE BET AND NANCY MY HEART

im a regular gent i am. no dodger you arent

why is “permit me to assist you across the road” so fucking funny

pov dodgers back on his bullshit so you have to pretend to be a horse and cart for him

not “sir artful” 😭😭😭

anyfink for youu

WHAT FISTICUFFS???!!!

i feel sorry for the child extras man theyve prob had to film this scene like ten times

THESE KIDS CAN SING

the boys dancing with eachother is too fucking wholesome i love this

again, movie fagin rights

weed riissk lifee and limmbb

you promised we could go see the angin!!!!!

ats on boys time were off

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG

HOW COULD WE LET HOW COULD WE FORGET OUR DEAR OLD FAGIN WORRY!!

mate that aint single file did you not hear him

am i the only one who can hear london bridge is falling down in the back??

our pockets hold a watch of gold that chimes upon the hour!!! a wallet fat an old mans hat!!! the jewels from the tower!!!

WE KNOW THE NOSEY POLICEMEENNNN

dodger and charley (i am SURE charley is purple blazer kid even if havent seen this film in ages) are GETTING INTO THIS

oliver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

movie fagin rights pt 27238227

DODGER OLIVER COME ON!!!!!!!!! alright dude chill

ARE YALL SEEING THIS SHIT, I WAS RIGHT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAD IN THE PURPLE BLAZER WHO SINGS “a wallet fat an old mans hat” WAS CHARLEY BATES AND GUESS WHAT HE FUCKING IS. I WAS RIGHT, PURPLE BLAZER KID IS CHARLEY YOU CAN LEAVE NOW

no dont were only an hour in

three kids on the back of the omnibus what will they do

dodger and charley said be gay do crimes

ah shit now look what youve gotten us into dodger

IT WASNT EVEN OLIVER IT WAS CHARLEY AND DODGER GO AFTER THEM

are dodger and charley straight up framing oliver for a crime they commited while also helping him escape

yes they are why are we surprised

i hate to break it to you dodger but hiding oliver in a meat sack doesnt work

OLIVERS ON THE ROOF????

charley and dodger got oliver into this mess and they are not going to get him out

WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM????? right calm down fagin

how could i help it :((((

no bill!

stan nancy

“two other boys stole it” no shit

BROWNLOW !

run bitch run

right intermission time now

AND WE’RE BACK!

entr acte

who will buyyy

strawberry girl is carrying this

oliver owns my heart pt 278983728938728

this is a banger wtf

okay its done now right

right?????

UHH BILL???? DODGER???? BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU HERE

have bill fagin nancy and the boys been stalking oliver???

NO SHE WONT FAGIN!

shit.

fuck bill

this scene is far more sadder when you think of how the boys have just seen the only woman they see as a mother figure been hit to the flo or, im not crying, you are

as long as he needs me :(

FUCK YOU BILL

rose maylie is that you?!

look at lil oliver!!

BILL FUCK OFF

i hate bill

“look at his togs! he’s got books too!” charley and dodger are my emotional support kids

anyway have i mentioned i hate bill, bc i hate bill.

I REALLY REALLY HATE BILL

even fagin aka the guy whos keeping these kids as pickpockets has more morals than bill

WE STAY CALM!!

no bill i havent heard a dying chicken

act one was just childish antics now we have THIS

fuck bill

YOURE TELLING ME THE BOYS WATCHED THAT????

jack wild is a banging actor. he genuinely looks terrified 🥺

this film..

a mans got a heart hasnt he?? yes you do!!!

a full song dedicated to movie fagin rights?? did i ghostwrite this?? probably

banger

ithinkidbetterthinkitoutagain!

villains theives and nine year olds

MR BUMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!

fuck bill pt72898376728909878199

bill youre traumatising him

cmon nance do something!!

also completely forgot abt this but uh does monks exist in this i forgot bc we have had no mentions of him yet

nancy tell him who bill is!!!

bullseye deserves better

uhm what is going on

bill sikes more like bill yikes

oliver what are you doing

BILL TERRIFIES ME

FUCK

omg oom pah pah????

leave oliver alone bill hes like nine

oh banger

OOM PAH PAH THATS HOW IT GOES!!!!!!!!!

just asking are nancy and bet lesbians bc they look it

COULD IT BE OOM PAH PAHHHHHH

god i love this song

IT SHOOOOOWSSSSSS

its the same oom pah pah

“She was from the country but now shes up a gumtree she let a fella feed her then lead her a long” foreshadowiinnggg

OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH!

nancy is so fucking smart

getting the whole pub singing and dancing to smuggle out oliver? clever

fuck

bill.. no.. bill.. bill????

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKC

BILL GET OFF HER

NANCY NO

HE STRAIGHT UP COMMIT MURDER AGAINST THE NICEST CHARACTER

BROWNLOW DO YOU NOT HEAR NOTHING

nancy deserved a better death than to be killed by bill fuck bill

EVEN BULLSEYE HATES YOU BILL

ARE THEY ACCUSING BULLSEYE OF MURDER

FUCK YOU BILL

movie fagin rights + fuck bill combo?

youre telling me fagin had an ESCAPE ROUTE??? AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE THING??? THE WHOLE TIME???

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD

BILL

fuck, well. #

“WHAT DO I DO!?” “LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME, DODGE ABOUT”

ten quid says dodgers been caught

oh no all fagins shit is gone

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD PT 2

FUCK YOU BILL

GOD I HATE HIM

OLIVER MATE ARE YOU OK

never have i been so happy to see a character die

rest in shit bill

hi dodger thought you got caught n went to australia

god, this film is so fucking good.

reviewing the situation 2.0 goes hard

MOVIE. FAGIN. RIGHTS!

FAGIN YOU CAN BE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW YOU CAN

DODGER??????????

IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING RN

FAGIN NO DONT TAKE IT

FUCKING PLOTTWIST

IT MADE IT LOOK LIKE FAGIN WAS GONNA GIVE THE WALLET BACK TO DODGER BUT NO

once the villain you’re the villain to the end

i completely forgot abt this scene since i’ve been reading the oliver twist book and in that dodger gets arrested and fagin gets hanged but here they get away?

god this is bittersweet

I THINK WE’D OUGHT TO THINK IT OUT AGAIN!!!!!

thats where the film should have ended, i get olivers the main character but it ending on dodger and fagin walking out into the sunset is such a pleasing ending man

oliver gets his happy ending abt time

YES CONSIDER YOURSELF AND BE BACK SOON (THE BIGGEST BANGERS IN THE FILM) CREDITS SONGS!!

well.. that was a journey and half

#oliver!#oliver twist #oliver #oliver! 1968 #oliver 1968 #charlie’s comfort movies #oliver twist 1968 #oliver! the musical #oliver the musical #musicals #1960s #1960s movies #60s #mark lester #jack wild #oliver reed #ron moody #shani wallis #and everyone else in the huge ass cast

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 166

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Waking up in the stupidly early hours of the morning, Lance crept around his house as secretly as he could. The shock of not waking up to Keith was shoved aside by the dire need to pee, then throw up. Hearing far too much, when he was far too sleepy, Lance knew he should have tried not to listen to Shiro and Keith as they bickered while painting the nursery. He couldn’t deny part of it was to distract himself from how much he hated throwing up and wanted to concentrate on something much more happier than the wet hacking noises he was making. Painting the nursery was supposed to be his and Keith’s job, yet Shiro sorely needed Keith time and Keith most definitely needed time with his brother, so he could forgive the pair of idiots for painting in the middle of the night.

Creeping along the hallway, he muffled a curse as he tripped on one of the boxes from the nursery, still his movements until he was sure neither brother had noticed. For someone who knew he really should leave the pair alone, he also totally wanted to spy on them and make sure they were doing a good job... Inch by inch the vampire made his way to the open door. Judging by the music playing, Shiro had gotten his way as the songs were all from his youth, not Keith’s.

Peaking around the corner, Lance smiled at the sight of the pair of idiots. Keith was up on Shiro’s shoulders, trying to cover up the mess they’d made of the top moulding. Shiro directed by Keith as he painted. Lance half wished they had surveillance in the nursery because the pair of them were being too damn cute. They’d painted the three walls, leaving the space Lance would have to cut out free enough that it wouldn’t look awkward when the spot was painted to hide the repair. They made such a good team. Shiro had painted down his face again, but he was smiling happily as he teased Keith over dribbling, asking if he needed a bib.

Laughing hard at his brother, Keith nearly fell off Shiro’s shoulders, Lance moving instinctively to catch him, stopping himself a couple of steps into the nursery. Fuck. He’d messed up. He was supposed to be spying, not interrupting

“Lance?”

Preoccupied with not sticking the paintbrush in Shiro’s hair, Keith dropped it as his head snapped up. His boyfriend looked very much like a deer in the headlights as he swallowed hard, before almost nervously starting

“I can explain...”

Lance held his hands up. He wasn’t trying to ruin the moment, not anymore than he had done

“Sorry, I heard the music and saw the light on”

“Oh... Me and Shiro were...”

“Painting the nursery. I noticed. Don’t stop on my account”

Keith slid himself down Shiro’s back, Lance kicking himself for acting without thinking

“I’m not... I mean...”

His boyfriend was attempting to apologise. Lance wasn’t having it

“Babe, seriously, it’s fine. I’m going to head back to bed, you two don’t let me stop you”

“I mean... are you sure?”

“You’re the one who said I was in charge of the back wall, I totally trust you guys. Plus, you haven’t done a bad job”

Shiro cleared his throat

“I didn’t mean to upset you. If you’d really rather...”

Oh Lordy, not Shiro too

“Guys, not mad at all. I was up anyway, and now I’m going to be down again. Gotta try fit in some sleep before I have to pee again. Take your time, just don’t go falling off Shiro’s shoulders. I don’t have workers comp for improvised ladders made from older brothers. Hell, I don’t have workers comp at all”

Both brothers relaxed, Lance waving them goodbye as he headed back to his room. He could hear them discussing whether to continue or not, hoping they would and that Keith would drag him off to see the job they’d done in the morning. When he’d lived alone it wasn’t unusual for him to paint or remodel in the middle of the night when the whim took him. Keith was working hard to be a good dad, but to Lance, his boyfriend already was. The vampire hoped that his boyfriend knew he appreciated everything he did for the three of them, though maybe he’d make extra sure between the sheets come morning.

Keith and Shiro didn’t sleep. Lance woke to find Keith’s side of their bed empty, more than once as he got up to pee then go back to bed. When it rolled around to being a semi decent time to climb up, he’d found both brothers conked out in the nursery. Keith asleep with his head on Shiro’s shoulder, paint rollers laying next to them. Carefully he lifted Shiro first, finding him much heavier than he thought he be as he carried him to his and Keith’s bed, because he knew his boyfriend would freak about him trying to carry Shiro downstairs. Coming back for Keith, he tucked both brothers in next to each other, then set the alarm on his phone for lunch time. Keith had roused a little in his arms, Lance stealing a kiss before assuring him he loved him and he needed a few hours of proper sleep.

Being the earliest riser came with one severe disadvantage. No body was awake to tell him not to go where he’d find something he really didn’t want to see. His kitchen looked as if a bomb had gone off. Blood smeared across the table and counters, his medication bottles smashed in the sink. Glasses randomly placed around the space, the window open, plates broke on the counter. The smell of so much blood sent his ego into overdrive as Lance held his stomach, gutted at the sight before him. Blue was shut in a cupboard, meowing mournfully until Lance gathered her out and into his arms. He’d checked on his way past the living room. Curtis seemed asleep, totally dead to the world and like there was no way he could have possibly been responsible for the mess. Lance couldn’t even try to blame it on raccoons, there weren’t any in the area, and Curtis’s scent hung so strongly in the air.

How was he supposed to tell Curtis? Curtis was one of his best friends. He wanted everything to appear as normal as possibly, but what he’d woken up to left him crying as Blue to tried to escape his tears. He couldn’t deal with everything and have everything appearing normal by the time the others woke. Rieva and Matt would both be mad. Rieva probably madder than he’d ever seen her before. She’d taken on her own role as his protector. Her seeing the destruction caused would send her ego into a fit of rage he honestly feared. His best boy Kosmo hadn’t come to greet him, leaving him with a terrible fear something had been done to him.

Creeping into Matt and Rieva’s room, relief flooded him when he found Kosmo sleeping on the end of the bed. His fur son thudding his tail as he whined at him. Yeah. He got it. Curtis had accidentally scared their fur babies. For now it was safer to leave Kosmo there and Blue with him, despite not wanting to let his precious princess go. Placing Blue down, she let out a “rowr” as she raced across the floor then leapt light on the bed, immediately bunting into Kosmo’s boof head, happy to be reunited with her doggo. Closing the door almost silently, Lance kept his steps light, feeling like an intruder in his own home as he headed to his office.

Krolia had left the door unlocked, making access easy. Slipping into the room, Lance didn’t want to disturb her, but right now he needed someone vaguely more adult than him. His Mami had covered up plenty of times he’d lost his temper thanks to his ego, or thrown up in fear, or had torn through his room to make sure nothing bad was hiding in the shadows. Curtis wasn’t his child, yet he knew how broken hearted he’d be. Maybe acting like nothing was wrong was the wrong move? All he wanted to do was be a good friend.

Shaking Krolia’s shoulder, Krolia roused easily. Lance jumping back as the woman clutched at her chest

“Holy fuck! Jesus, Lance... you scared the shit out of me”

“I’m sorry... Krolia, I need your help... I think I fucked up”

For a woman who’d just been shaken away and given a miniature heart attack as she was, Krolia was a zillion times better at waking up than Keith was. Instantly alert, she pushed back the blankets

“Lance, are you okay?”

There didn’t seem to be the right word to describe how unokay he felt. Her asking served to make him cry harder. The majority of his medication was ruined. He only had what was upstairs now, or what he’d left in his office.

Moving from the single bed, Krolia wrapped her arm around him

“Whoa. You need to calm down... Whatever happened to make you so upset? Here, sit down and tell me”

Lance shook his head. If he sat he’d only risk the chance of Curtis getting up for a glass of water and seeing the carnage

“Can you come with me?”

“Ive got to be honest, I’d rather you sit. You’re kind of scaring me”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who to ask and I need help right now”

“Is it the twins? Are you in pain?”

“It’s not... it’s easier to show you”

“Okay, lead the way”

Returning to the kitchen, Krolia stalled in the doorway as Lance walked back into his messed up kitchen. Having been in there before, he didn’t think to check the floor, discovering the hard way that there were shattered bottles on the floor too. Whimpering at the unexpected pain, Krolia was by his side in a moment, pulling out the closest chair to force him to sit. Dropping a kiss on the top of his head, for a moment it felt like his Mami was the one there coming to his rescue

“Stay here and don’t move. I’ll get my boots. Here, put this against your foot to stem the bleeding. Can you feel if there’s any glass still in there?”

“I think it is”

Taking the tea towel from Krolia, Lance was thankful that he remained pretty flexible despite the lack of yoga he’d done of late. Pulling out the base of a broken vial from his foot, he threw it into the sink to join the rest before holding the tea towel over the wound. He’d have to tell Shiro about this. Shiro would be devastated too. Matt and Rieva must have had their noise cancelling headphones on and missed the sounds. He had no excuse. There’d been a time when the smallest sound would have woken him. Sleeping in a bed filled with Keith’s scent calmed his ego too much, now this was the price of it. To tell Shiro felt likes betrayal. He felt like that kid running to a teacher to dob in another kid over something that had happened some time ago.

When Krolia came back, she draped one of the blankets from his bed over his shaking shoulders. The tears wouldn’t stop. His foot seemed a far cry pain wise when it came to the emotional pain he felt. His house was his haven. His safe place. A place he filled with love. Three times in the last 24 hours had that been disturbed, all by Curtis who couldn’t even help it. Things well and truly sucked. He needed to get up and help Krolia, but all he wanted to do was cry over the unfairness of the situation

“I’ll start by sweeping the floor. Can I get you anything?”

“I should help”

“I’m not letting you help when you’re in no condition. I know you’ve had complications. For now you should work on settling your emotions”

Krolia was right. He knew his fangs were poking out and his nails clawed. She was right in all the ways he needed right now

“Can... would you maybe please make me a cup of tea?”

Krolia’s skills in the kitchen didn’t exist. He knew that, yet it wasn’t like she could go wrong. Mami always settled him down with a cup of tea. The liquid itself coming second to its scent, a scent he’d always associate with Coran and his mother

“I can do that. You’ll have to tell me how you like it”

“White, one sugar, please”

“Okay”

There was more to that reply that went unsaid. Krolia would call Coran once the evidence was dealt with. He’d need to ask for more medication. Lance knew he was leaking pheromones all over the place, that the stress was bad for the pregnancy, yet Krolia didn’t seem to scent him. Keith would have been able to tell in an instant something was wrong from his scent alone. His body felt slightly flushed, but the deep heavy depressed feeling of the situation seemed the be currently squashing down those particular needs for now. Maybe he should be the one to call Coran? To explain things from his point of view so Coran wouldn’t be too harsh on Curtis. No. Coran wouldn’t be too hard on Curtis. Coran had probably seen so much worse in his long, long, life. His life and the life’s of their friends was probably just a drop in the ocean compared to everything Coran had done in his time.

“Here’s your tea. I’m starting to feel like a real mum. First Keith, and now you”

Krolia seemed pleased as she passed Lance his tea, he’d been so in his head he’d barely noticed her make it

“You talked to Keith?”

“A bit. He was angsting over how to wake Shiro to talk to him”

Lance stared down at his tea. Krolia had put the milk straight in so the colour was a sad off white. Still, he appreciated it as he breathed in deeply trying to focus on the scent of the tea instead of the blood

“Oh. Yeah. He does that. He still says he’s bad with words... he’s really not. He’s just carrying the trauma still of when people dismissed him without listening. Sometimes he doesn’t know just how much he says with the things he doesn’t say”

“He told me I wasn’t making sense”

Lance could imagine. By default Krolia was quite brash, though she did have her secretive ways about her

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t... I mean, I could have cleaned this place up, but... Did I do the right thing? Not making a fuss? Or did I hurt Curtis more by downplaying it”

Krolia hummed as she looked around at the mess

“You were trying to help a friend”

“I know. He did so much for me. He’s done so much for me. He tried to stand up protect me... I hate that he... that he probably hates himself so much right now. I know what it’s like to lose control of your body, but my pain isn’t his and I can’t understand his pain. It’s funny. I spent years alone. In the past this wouldn’t have bothered me. I would have cleaned it up and not said anything to anyone. I don’t know how to explain to Keith that I’m nearly out of medication again”

“He’ll understand. He’s very understanding when it comes to you”

“I know. I know I burden him by being like this”

“Keith would be sad to hear that”

“I know that too. I mean, I know being a carer is hard. Watching the person you care for change more and more each day”

“Things well get better. I remember how hormonal I felt when pregnant with Keith. The worries of bring him into this world. The worries over my limitation of what I could do to protect him. His father was a mess. The slightest pain or discomfort and he panicked”

Lance snorted with a shake of his head. Like father like son. He loved Keith beyond measurable amounts and words. A single touch could settle his thoughts. A single smile left him all goopy inside. Absolutely anything Keith wanted, Lance wanted to be the one to give it to him. He wanted to continue to grow beside Keith. To nurture their relationship and grow with him. To face all the good and bad times together. He was now hiding one of those bad times from him. Keith needed rest, obviously. Falling asleep with Shiro beside him, the two must have had a good talk. If he told Keith later, he’d be upset he didn’t come to him right away, like how he hadn’t called when his sisters came to see him. The movies never showed how hard being with someone and planning to be with them forever was. Keith would get all moody when Lance pointed out that he needed the rest.

“Krolia, I’ll be back in a minute”

He couldn’t hide this from Keith. Keith needed to know that Lance knew he could turn to him, no matter the situation. Shiro really needed Keith’s support right now, and it’d be better for Keith to know the truth before they told Shiro

“Okay, but before you go, where’s the broom?”

“In the laundry. The dust pan is there too”

“Alrighty. You leave this to me. Wow, I even sound like a proper mother”

Krolia was a proper mother in her own way. She was certainly filling in the gaps of longing for maternal comfort after Mami passed in her own special Krolia way

“You are a proper mother. I won’t be too long”

Trudging up the stairs, Lance cursed them mentally. Today there seemed to be twice as many as there actually were, his back complaining as he straightened up, before promptly half slouching, trying to find that sweet spot where his muscles didn’t want to spasm. Yeah, he was round for his weekage. He felt he seemed rounder than Google showed he should be, but as long as that wasn’t hurting the twins he’d have to bare with it. Shuffling to his room, he found Keith and Shiro where he’d left them. Anxiety over what to say bubbled up, but now he’d made his mind up to tell Keith, he couldn’t turn and head back down those damn stairs empty handed.

Opting to sit on the bed next to his boyfriend, Lance stole a kiss. Keith looked so peaceful, adding to the guilt he already felt about waking him. Opting against shaking him awake and making him panic, Lance nuzzled into Keith’s cheek, pressing kisses to the soft skin brushing against his lips

“Babe, babe, I need you to wake up for me”

Keith was horrible at waking up, unless he either woke up naturally or he woke up with Lance straddling his lap for morning kisses and something more if they were in the mood

“Babe, please. I need you to wake up now”

Nosing a little harder, his boyfriend groaned at him sleepily

“Keith, I need you to wake up for me”

“Sleeeping”

“I know. I know but I need you to get up like right now”

The next groan Keith gave had no English translation

“I know. I need your help”

That seemed to work. Confused purple eyes squinting at him as Lance pulled back enough that Keith could see his face

“Babe?”

“Something happened. I need you to come with me”

“Wha... babies?”

Right. Keith had no clue why his precious sleep was being disturbed

“No. No, I’m okay. I just... I really need you to come with me right now”

“Whaaa... Shiro?”

Lance had the unfair advantage of knowing about the shit storm in his kitchen, that and being more awake than asleep

“He’s right here in bed, but... he can’t see this”

“Your scent... somethings...”

Yeah. His scent was doing its own thing, his eyes were filled with tears and the position hurt his back. Lance already knew he was far from fighting form

“I’ll explain, but... it’s easier to show you... I... I need you to come with me”

Getting Keith moving, his boyfriend was more of a hazard than the damn stairs. His boyfriend tripping on his own feet, leading Lance to catch him as he half leapt down, whimpering as his feet his the floor. With the shock shooting straight up his back, and his healing foot that he’d kind of half forgotten from his back pain, the landing was about as rad as the mess waiting. Yeah. Have a baby they said. It’ll all work out, they said. They didn’t warn him about all the hard work in the middle of it all

“Babe?”

Lance was holding Keith to hold himself up far more than Keith was holding him for the same reason

“I’m okay... my back’s sore, but I need to show you”

“You’re making me worried”

For Keith to have such a grasp on the English language his boyfriend must be internally freaking. Lance hadn’t exactly eased any of his worries

“I’m okay... physically, I’m okay. It’s Krolia... something happened. Not to her, but she’s helping and I... I need you right now”

Straightening himself, Keith moved from his side to standing in front of him. Moving to cup Lance’s cheek, it was more like a light slap as Keith sleepily tried to coordinate himself

“Babe, you’re worrying me. Just... tell me what happened”

“Curtis... he... well, it’s easier if I show you. It’s in the kitchen. Everyone’s alright, but... I’m... kind of... right now I need you to help me out because I’m out of my depth”

Keith’s “galaxy eyes” softened, nodding immediately

“Okay. Whatever it is, it’ll be okay”

“I really hope so... try not to freak out too much. The others are sleeping”

Keith went in front of him, Lance bumping into him when his boyfriend suddenly stopped

“What the fuck?!”

Lance flinched. Yeah. This wasn’t good. Not only was Keith blinded by the kitchen lights, he was forced to see pretty much the same things Lance had... other than the floor. Krolia hadn’t done a bad job of sweeping up the worst of it. Taking a deep breath, all his words came out like word vomit, seeking reassurance that he’d done the right thing by waking Keith and Krolia for help

“I woke up and the kitchen was like this. I didn’t want to wake you up but I didn’t want to hide this from you and I didn’t want you to feel like I was hiding things. I know you barely slept, and I know I woke mum up first, but I... This is my fault and I... I kind of really need you to help because I’m too freaked to adult right now”

“Keith! We meet again. Make yourself useful and get Lance sitting down again. Then you can start on the table while I start on sink”

Right. Blood on his table... Krolia seemed happy to have a helper that wasn’t him. It seemed his boyfriend had bonded more with Krolia during whatever talk they’d had. Lance had his own questions for Krolia, namely did she know about the ring box Keith kept in his drawer and what the fuck it meant for their relationship. Lance thought they’d agreed to wait, now had this additional little voice in his head telling him he should snoop and find out more. Having his boyfriend in the same space calmed his ego, letting him refocus on what needed to happen next

“You need to be careful getting blood out of wood. It would have already stained. Grab some paper towels to mop it up, then we’ll need to clean up what’s left as carefully as possible. We can cover the stain with a table cloth”

“Oh, great thinking! You really did snag a great man. Lance, I want you to sit back down again and finish that cup of tea. You’re still in shock”

He had to admit that he most certainly was still in shock. Keith sighing heavily as he looked to the floor

“Am I going to get glass in my feet?”

“Like Lance did? He really should be off his feet right now”

As Keith turned to him, Lance raised his hands in surrender

“I know. I’ll sit. I got the glass out and tossed it in the sink...”

“Why was there glass on the floor to begin with?”

Moving his left hand to the back of his head, he scratched his hair nervously

“Uh, well, you know...”

“Curtis smashed his medication”

“He did what?!”

Dobbed in by Krolia, Keith was instantly furious at the news. Lance had been trying to figure the right way to ease into the conversation, this was not it

“I have a few vials... you should probably leave the ones in the sink. My blood’s in there and we can’t risk infection”

“Right now I don’t give a fuck. Go back to bed, babe. We’ll fucking deal with this”

“But you’ve been up all night painting”

“And we’ll deal with this right now. Go lay down”

Lance was kind of unimpressed

“I can help”

“Babe, seriously, I’m about to lose my temper. You need that medication and he fucking knows if”

Bursting into tears again, Lance wept for his friend

“He can’t help it. You’ve seen what happens when I act out of ego. Hating him for this is as good as hating me”

Keith sighed, Lance drawn against him as his boyfriend kissed his hair, before relying

“I don’t hate him. I’m mad at the situation. This isn’t what I wanted to wake up to, but I’m glad you came and got me”

“I wanted you to know I rely on you. That I know I can rely on you”

“I know, babe. Can you please let me and mum handle this?”

“I can help. This is my house”

“I know it is, but this isn’t our first time cleaning up blood. You resting right now, is going to help me concentrate on getting this cleaned up”

“I don’t want to be a burden”

“Babe, you’re not a burden. I don’t want to lash out and I don’t want to say something to hurt you. Why don’t you wait in the office until we’re done? I promise I’ll come get you when this is cleaned up”

“But...”

“Babe, please?”

Lance couldn’t say no to Keith asking. He felt completely useless. He wanted Curtis to be happy. He wanted Keith to understand. He knew how Keith got when he was cranky, that meant he wanted to be there for him to help him through those feelings. But, if he was in the way...

“Okay. I trust you”

“And I love you”

“I love you, too. I’ll be in the office. I’m not up for the stairs right now”

In the office he could listen to what was happening. He’d have to content himself with that

“Okay. This shouldn’t take long. Then I’ll come cuddle the fuck out of you”

“You do give the best cuddles”

“I thought Hunk did?”

“Mmm... but you’re cuddles are different. I feel bad I woke you”

“You did the right thing. Now go rest, and don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your foot. I want to take a look at that too”

“Okay... Thank you”

“You’re welcome”

Closing the door to the office, Lance locked it behind him. Should Curtis wake up and attempt something, he didn’t know how he’d handle the idea of having to fight his friend. His instincts were such a mess that instead of standing up for himself, his body was telling him to put as much space between him and his friend as he could do nothing could happen to the twins. Sitting on the bed seemed to have an immediate effect. Lance moving to curl up under the covers. He missed his bed with all the blankets and the sense of security they brought, for now though, this was all he could do to feel safe.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #I’m sorry Curtis #I just need more Krolia with our boys #and a reason to have that demon out faster

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the-sheep · 5 years

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ID GO ABSOLUTELY BONKERS IF U TYPED OUT HIS ENTIRE HISTORY FBFBFBFB i would like 2 see it..........

alright right right

This ended up being A HUGE POST so all info is under the cut.

Unless you’re on mobile, in which case, enjoy scrolling.

It all starts on flight rising. Well, Heart starts on FR. It REALLY starts with my webcomic/animated series.

It wasn’t well drawn or animated at first, but it steadily got better. One of the plot holes, back in 8th grade, was “who created priscilla and Jake?”

It was mostly summed up to “Penny made all the bots its all simple” but i was a middle schooler and i needed a complicated (and edgy) story.

Thing is I had already made Fandragons of a good chunk of my ocs on flight rising.

I bred two dragons to get my main characters, so why not just use them?

Christy Suggested the name Cavet, and I liked it.

Yeah this is my first digital image of him as a human and he DOES NOT LOOK RIGHT

no necklace, no beard, orange eyes…

horrific.

So I made human designs for them both, but Chrysanthemum remains forgotten, not even canon to Mechanical Fury anymore.

Here’s old art of her and Cavet back before she got wiped out from existence.

the art is bad btu the Heart gimmick is there

Here’s him in his second image ever. The one that pretty much defined his design.He also quickly gained a husband

Anyway he quickly morphed into a villain several time more dangerous than the main villain

He’s responsible for the deaths of not ONE, not TWO, but THREE children.

Two his kids, one the younger sister of a character that one of the dead kids liked.

One of his dead kids got his own story, the other was literally a main character.

Chloride, (Charlie) in all his glory, lucky enough to get resurrected as an android but after finding out he’s not who he thinks he is, has to attempt to live a normal Human life… when his two best friends are paranormal investigators, his love interest having lost their arm and their only remaining sister to the main villain.

He originally found out he was an android by finding his own blueprints, hearing his Mom cry about it, and then cutting open his face (for his signature scar) and running off.

Running into Cavet’s husband, Nathair Liu. He stitches him up, know all about robotic n all that but he is.

also a secondary villain….

youtube

I hate the art in this video but its not my worst.

(Video was Vendy’s debut, too. tho Vendy was more Nate(logan/mind/princi/whatever)’s kid than Cavet’s)

Okay i’ve gotten off track.

Yeah at this point I was really loving Cavet, on FR, and wrote an entire long story between him and Skittles based on the events of Mechanical Fury.

This was where I got the idea for reincarnation.

I needed an explanation for why the same character was in two different universes, and it was perfect. In fact, it lead to an amazing way to end it.

But what is in control of all this? What does he see in the in between?

Well, Death was packaged with two other red herrings to keep people from thinking she was more important than them from the start, when in fact, she was. One of the plot points is that Cavet dies. He continues causing havoc, but nobody can figure out why or how. he doesn’t have a body.

Except he does. Death.

She was scary, but that was just her, she was a literal robot grim reaper. Nobody suspected she was spreading a virus to make robots susceptible to Augap’s control everywhere she went. Not even her. Cav liked hanging out in the AI scape, AKA the robot afterlife or virtual heaven.

What a fun way to make a real grim reaper.

I never really kept track of the transition from “cute robot char” to “cute real god char”

and i guess it never happened. Heart still thinks of her as she was, as cute little Litty. Except when she’s not. He gave form to the literal concept of DEATH. And became her friend. She still calls him Papa, sometimes.

In any case, Cavet’s doodles started being more and more revolving around his angst with the reincarnation.

in fact, i had a few character in the same boat as him, as I had made a couple dragons into MF characters as well.

I called them The Artifacts. It didn’t seem rounded out with only four, so I added a 5th. To give me more leeway in case I make a character i like enough to bring with them.

and turns out. I did.

I was sad enough about Cavet losing the love of his life, betraying him, creating a rift between them with his descent into obsession.

So he came with them.

They’re inseparable.

after a few lives of getting revenge on him for killing his sons and some adult humans and a BUNCH of robots, (not even counting his crimes in the vampire life he committed because he thought he lost Liu forever) Soul revealed to him something about Heart’s 6th life, which Mind doesn’t remember.

But he was there.

Long story short, he was Captain Shuggazoom. Yeah 10 lives of stuff he forgot before he started remembering his past lives. Messed Heart up.

ANYWAY BACK TO DEVELOPMENT!

I went around, making original characters to fill in Heart’s lives. I put him in a LOT of stories, but a notable one is My Old Ask Blog, @ask-musical-monsters

In which Heart is our lovable Tweedle, Bean.

He’s the bird. (this is also the blog where Willow was made!) (also a character i referenced when putting antauri on the baldi blog)

I still hadn’t abandoned MF so Bean has a lot of influence from Cavet.

I REALLY liked bean. It occured to me here-ish that Heart isn’t constrained by being my oc. He can be whoever he wants and nobody will care.

So of course I immediately declare him purple guy. No drawings of him, but I know I said he was purple guy at some point. Also at this point in time I started organizing the lives by number order, and making a simple arc for Heart and the others to follow.

1000 lives.

I made a brief description of heart’s 1st life, but made it purposefully very superfluous so i can change it whenever i want. All i know is he had albinism, and a desire to live forever.

That summer I got an amazing idea. I would take advantage of the Baldi’s basics trend with a ASK BLOG.

It was a mathematically calculated success. I did as many things as possible to generate more audience. MAIN thing being posting as often as possible, and being REALLY funny.

But knew I wasn’t going to like adding to the ask blog if i didn’t like the main character

I already knew he was going to be Baldi, but I wasn’t sure exactly how to characterize him either.

Turns out making him heart solved both of those problems. He’s always been Heart.

And Princi has ALWAYS been mind.

Even if they don’t always show their artifacts, they always were the same people as all these other things ive made. They have a DEEP connection to both each other and me.

At some point, I re-re-discovered SRMTHFG. The first few seconds I saw SK I knew he was Heart. It was so perfect it scared me.

HE EVEN DOES THE POSE!!!!! RED EYES!!!! AAAH!!!

I got an idea for a storyline based on formless and regret and monkeys… so.. uh

Anyway that kinda brings us to today, where the events of the blog have happened based on Heart things, and i can play around with Heart as much as I want.

And Willie’s next life? Well, 23 is my favorite number. It’ll be cool, but I’m not sure how. All I know is 23 wears a striped shirt, and is a vamp again.

In summary, Heart is the most important character I’ve ever made, and I will never come close to anybody as wonderful and as complicated as him. He’s the greatest formless, the best villains, the heroes, and one character i want to hold out for finding irl.

I love them even in scribbles i find on bus seats, in fanart of him, love her in songs i hear, in flowers i see in the wild.

Whoever they end up being, it’s safe to say I’ve fallen in love with Heart.

If you want me to describe his in universe story, I’ll need a seperate post.

Other Heart Resources:

The Spreadsheet

The Playlist

#heart id tag #long post #baldis basics #my singing monsters #mechanical fury #fnaf #the mind electric #srmthfg #hfytus #IM SORRY IF THIS ENDS UP IN THE SRMTHFG TAG SHOWOFF

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hazzabeeforlou · 5 years

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On the eve of HS2, I felt I needed to reflect and write a diary entry of sorts, an ode to where I was and where I am now, a musing on how HS1 ushered in a whole new world for me. This is long and more personal than anything I’ve previously shared, but in honor of vulnerability and maybe helping someone else who’s struggling... here it is.

The most exposure 2015 me had to pop music was occasionally listening to ‘hits’ radio. My old art teacher in high school had blasted the classics of the 60s and 70s daily, so I knew those, albeit not the names, but the music, the style, the melodic tropes and such. 2015 me didn’t have much time for pop music. I was getting a fancy degree in classical music from one of the best conservatories in the world, and I’d made it there after four years with a highly abusive teacher in undergrad who gave me horrible anxiety; by the end, whenever she would walk into a room, I would get chills and start shaking. She delighted in lying to me, in calling me out in front of my peers. Worse, I was arguably her highest-achieving student. The day I got into Juilliard she took me for “tea” to celebrate, where she proceeded to spend the whole time telling me how she had made this happen, how her connections got me to NY, how I should be grateful.

Entering the world of NYC and Juilliard I was an awestruck, anxious mess. Everything moved too fast, the school was overwhelming, my studio mates were famous already, some of them having won world-famous competitions and been on the cover of magazines. I was in the elite place, a place my working class roots had never prepared me for. My dad was a millwright. He went to work every day in steel-toed boots and overalls and often returned so filthy mom wouldn’t let him wash his clothes in the household washing machine. But I was nothing if not adaptable, and grateful, and charming, and I did my best. I worked hard. But my health kept deteriorating.

All through undergrad I’d been feeling progressively worse. I had horrible acne that I presumed was caused by stress, as I’d never suffered with it in high school. I was already an introvert, but body insecurity led me to hardly ever socialize. I would spent hours getting ready for things, never willing to show my bare face. But that wasn’t the worst; I’d developed what I now understand was an eating disorder, because no matter how much I exercised or dieted, I kept gaining weight, or rather, I lost all my baby fat but remained the same scale number. I kept telling my mother I was fat. I didn’t tell her that I hated the wind, that I hated running, because it made my stomach protrude and the whole world could see the extra pounds I carried. I never made an appointment with an OBGYN because I didn’t date much less have sex, and my mother had told me, well you don’t ever need to be seen until you do. I came to NYC well versed in wearing baggy sweaters and scarfs that hid my form. And for two years, as my breathing got worse and worse, as my energy levels dropped, as my skin hurt and itched, I pushed forwards. I remember practicing one day and my eyes going black. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe.

It was getting into an international competition that saved me. I got the news in early May of 2016; I jumped around my room and I started coughing, and the next day a hernia appeared above my belly button. I was only slightly worried, but I went to see the Juilliard doctor. She asked if I’d gained weight, she said even a couple pounds could do it. I was, as always, ashamed, red faced, embarrassed as she prodded around on my torso.

She said I’d need surgery. So I scheduled it in NYC for two days after my graduation. I played my recital, but with a binder around my abdomen. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t remember my memorized music. I nearly passed out. I stumbled on the sidewalk afterwards.

When I woke from the surgery I was in blinding pain, teeth chattering uncontrollably, in shock. I couldn't open my eyes, and every breath felt like knives slicing into my chest. I heard the nurses say, “We’ve given you three IVs of Percocet, do you want us to give you a forth?” I said no, thinking, ‘what if I die from an overdose?’ After two hours my mother came in search of me. It was supposed to be a day surgery. She demanded morphine. They sent me home on it, but two days later I’d thrown up twice and was back in the ER. A CT showed I had an ovarian cyst. The doctor said to me, “It’s 28 inches. It’s the size of a dinner plate.” I didn’t understand. They rushed me back for another surgery, and asked me to sign a paper saying I wouldn’t hold them responsible if I ended up paralyzed. I signed it. I joked with the nurses before they put me under. I was shaking with pain. I thought, if this is the end, I’ve had a good life. I’ll be with my doggy, my baby puppy. I’ve graduated from my dream school. I’ve gotten into an elite international competition. I’ll go out at the top of my game. It’s okay.

But then I woke up. Over the next year, I would wish countless times that I hadn’t. I could barely walk. I couldn’t lift things like a fork, or my computer. I couldn’t shower or cough or even shit. I couldn’t practice or sit upright for more than fifteen minutes. Pain became a constant. I started to wake up with night sweats, my forehead creased in subconscious pain. I would jump at every loud noise, my heart lurching like a ruined engine, and I couldn’t remember names of flowers. I fell into a massive depression over the next few months, made worse by the 2016 election; because of my infirmity I had moved back home with my Trump-voting parents. The bravest thing I did that fall was ‘come out’ as a liberal on Facebook. My parents pretended not to notice when I stayed up late that cold November night, huddled with a blanket on the couch, crying my eyes out.

The Christmas 2016 season is a blur. I know I half lived in memories, half in grief, but all in self-pitying misery. I remember reading a passing article about Jay, not knowing who it was, and I remember adding a lost mother to the list of things I cried about. How could the world be so cruel, so unfair? My days were filled with PT and sleep, immobility and exhaustion, and questions, questions like if I can’t do what I love, what I’ve spent years training for, what’s the point? What does it mean to be an artist when you can’t do your art? What is left of me that matters? Is the future only more pain? It would have been better to have died. It would have been better to have died.

Up until this point I had been unlucky in love. I could never find men attractive, though many friends pressured me to try, which of course had led to not good things. I’d been confronted a couple times about maybe being gay, but I’d shot this down immediately, my face bright red, my heart pounding. No, that’s not it, I’m just picky. Two girls in grad school had flirted with me; I’d accidentally gone on a date with one. I’d felt deeply, gut-wrenchingly uncomfortable about her. But how could I ever unpack all of that when just coming out as a liberal had given me anxiety for days...

The new year came and I had nothing to look forward to. I could see no happy future. I wasn’t really in my right mind. I would escape as best I could, perhaps in masochistic ways; I’d watch SNL for humorous liberal comfort, and Colbert to feel some spark of angry solidarity. And that’s how I stumbled on Harry. He got me with his puns, because I love those. For the first time in months, I was giggling about something, this charming boy with curls and dimples who had replaced the scream-speech of James Cordon. For once I didn’t turn the tv off after Colbert.

I began listening to Harry’s songs. As I had no reference for contemporary pop music, his old school rock album was familiar to me in a comforting way. I knew these sounds, these tropes, and yet they didn’t feel stale to me, they spoke to something I was feeling in the present. Because the album, in essence, was about pain, wasn’t it? Pain and escaping it. The lies we tell to survive, the dreams we cling to for hope, the drugs we use to forget. I’d never bought a pop album before, Harry was my first, and I listened to it for hours every day.

HS1 seeped into my blood, but I’d been on a hopeless, aimless track for so long that the railway tie hadn’t yet switched. One warm, sunny spring day I wrote a note, filled a bag with rocks, and walked to the old bike trail, out past the freeway, into the marshes and pools of abandoned swampy wasteland. FTDT played in my head on a loop as I walked, as my brain hummed with the equation of worth. Was it worth it to stay alive?

Yes. I threw the rocks. I threw them as far as my fragile arms would allow, and they splashed into the murky water. And I turned around and called my mom to come get me. Harry had made something that was beautiful, that was touching, that was real. And if he could... then maybe I could too. Maybe I didn’t have to be just what I’d been before. Maybe I could try creating other things; maybe I could make art that, like Harry’s music, made other people feel less alone.

There was something magical about that album. Not freedom, per se, but the promise of it, a glimpse of truth that kept me hanging on.

I began writing poems again, songs. I got into an orchestra program, I healed month by month, I started carrying crystals, I found this crazy fandom and, little by little, grew to understand that my yearning upon looking at baby larry videos was really a cry of sameness that I had never before understood. After the Pulse shooting, during my horrible homebound year, I’d watched Lin-Manuel Miranda give his love is love is love speech, and I’d burst into tears. And I’d not known why. Now I began to realize. I remember the first tentative anon I sent to Phoenix @alienfuckeronmain asking if maybe I was... bi? I remember anxiously awaiting her answer, as if I needed an invitation to join the community, to be valid, to have this not just be a crazy swelling of hope in my chest. She replied while I was wandering through a corn maze in the frigidness of October. The next day I walked into rehearsal and I felt free, free of the way boys looked at me, free of being FOR them, and I’d never felt so... alive. Coincidentally I met my ex girlfriend that day too.

Through Harry I found this fandom, and Louis. Louis, who has spoken to me on levels I cannot even express, whose class and political and emotional intelligence have challenged me to stand up for things I never thought I could. For me these last few years have felt like a journey WITH Harry. As he started waving them, I started wearing rainbows, just subtly. A knit scarf, a postcard, a bag. I started writing fic, the most healing thing I’ve ever done. I learned to create art away from the singular thing I’d been trained to dump my all into, and I learned that I have so much more to offer, even if chronic pain will follow me in some way or another for the rest of my life.

I’m so thankful to Harry for taking me on this adventure with him; I don’t know if I’d have ever taken that first step by myself. It was like he held my hand through it all, like this fandom held my hand through it all. Like by being himself, Harry helped me be brave enough to evolve too.

Through the catalyst of Harry’s art I’ve experienced more happiness than I’d have ever imagined. I cannot wait to go on this next journey, a second album, and reflect on just how far we’ve both come.

#mine #personal #tw suicide #tw disordered eating

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 5 years

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2019 Jason Manns FanFic FanArt Project

This project is finished!

See the completed book online HERE.

Jason was sweet about the book, as always, and was sad that this will be the last one. I think he’s finally gotten into the idea, but he understands that we can’t keep doing these forever. No matter what, though, I’m proud of what we’ve done! We rock!

Rules for the project, and links to the original posts with the stories and art are below the cut!

As I’ve done for Louden Swain in the past, so shall I do for Jason Manns! But only with your help!

Jason Manns has been an adjacent part of our show for over a decade, now. His music has been featured on the show, and he’s close friends with many of the cast, as well as a frequent collaborator with them, which has brought us so many projects with our favorites! In order to thank him for everything he does for us, I want us to do for him what we’ve done for Louden Swain.

If you’re new to this type of thing, check out previous Louden Swain projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

This is just like the Louden Swain Projects of the past, so if you’re familiar with them, this will be old hat for you.

This will NOT include any of his covers albums! This is for his original music, only!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! For the Louden Swain projects, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same with this. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to Jason in DC!

Everything you need to know is below the cut!

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. (You can check out the finished projects above for reference.) - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Jason Manns FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, they poop a lot and I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you are an artist and are interested in doing something, send me a message and we can talk concepts!!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update a masterpost on my blog with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about in previous projects. This is to ensure variety in the stories from project to project. - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Jason Manns FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Jason will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Jason Manns song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the previous projects (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

I’m so excited to see what everyone does!! As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Song List:

Album - Jason Manns Vision Another Number Perfect Spot Journey I Remember Your Song The Same Reminders All I Ask Without You - @andromytta (fic) @brothersinsync (art)

Album - Soul Soul Never Let You Go Hold On Me Real World Rooftop Rendevous - @wingedcatninja (fic and art) Vagabond Blues You Take My Blues Away - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) He’ll Walk Away Breathe In Two Pictures

Album - Move Move Down Never Let You Leave Me (Again) Weary Man Let Loose Need My Muse To Dance Put the Past Behind - @robbenedictandco (fic) @espada-iv (art) The One Who Lifts Me Up - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Let It Go

Single - When Did I Stop Believing

Cover art by @alaskanartist

Tagging past participants and other possibly interested people: @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

#incoherent babbling by mrswhozeewhatsis #2019 jason manns fanfic fanart project #Jason Manns #the station breaks

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years

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663.

The Collector : What is in your Nine Inch Nails collection? What are you favourite items to own? >> I don’t have an NIN collection. I just took this survey because it seemed to have okay questions when I skimmed it. (Only these first four are questions about the band, lol.)

Deep : Favourite Nine Inch Nails Music Video? >> Closer, I guess. It’s the only one I remember aside from Only, which wasn’t all that interesting (song’s catchy, though).

The Frail : Favourite Nine Inch Nails Album? >> The Downward Spiral, I suppose. Never really thought about it. Year Zero was good too.

All The Love In The World : Favourite Nine Inch Nails Song? >> I don’t have one. There are a fair few that I like, of course, but I’ve never looked at one and thought ��this one is my absolute favourite of all the NIN songs I know”.

Happiness In Slavery : Do you enjoy your job or school life? >> I don’t have either of those and I’m quite content that way.

Burning Bright (Field on Fire) - Do You Feel That During The Years As You Have Grown Up, You Feel Reborn? >> Death and rebirth is kind of just a theme with me, in general.

The Fragile : Do You Think You Can Fix A Broken Person? >> I think a person that feels broken can eventually come to feel less so. I don’t think that it’s anyone else’s responsibility to guide them there. I do think that other people can be a vital source of support and encouragement during that process, if they choose to be.

Ringfinger - What Are Your Feelings On Marriage/Relationships? >> I think marriage and romantic relationships are, you know, great. I don’t necessarily want to partake in romance, myself, but I see their value for others. (And, obviously, I see the legal/social value for marriage, seeing as that’s mostly why I agreed to it in the first place.)

Terrible Lie - What Is The Biggest Lie You Were Ever Told? >> I have no idea. One time my father didn’t tell me our puppy had run away or gotten loose or whatever until I kept asking where he was. I thought that was dumb.

Help Me I Am In Hell - What Is Your Worst Nightmare? >> I have no idea.

Gave Up - What Is Your Go-To Thing To Calm You Down When You Are Pissed Off? >> Venting to Can Calah. It’s about the safest thing I can do, because I tend to behave irrationally and potentially make things worse when I’m upset.

A Warm Place - Your Favourite Place To Be? >> In my bed, tbh.

While I’m Still Here - How Would You Like To Be Remembered? >> I’ve never given it much thought. I figure it’s beyond my control anyway.

Copy of A - Do You Believe We Are In A Simulation? >> No, but I’m always willing to entertain the idea for thought experiments.

The Becoming - Can You Open Up To Other People Easily? >> Not. At. All.

Underneath It All - Are You Over Your Worst Experience? >> Of course not. Repetitive trauma has left indelible marks on my body and mind. The more I try to pretend otherwise, the worse things get, so I might as well acknowledge it.

Love Is Not Enough - Do You Believe In “Second Chances”? >> Sure. They just don’t have to come from me.

Sunspots - Are You Afraid of Growing Older? >> Nah. I am afraid of becoming infirm, or losing senses, that sort of thing. But not just of growing older in general.

Sin - What Is Your Ultimate Pleasure? >> I have no idea.

Something I Can Never Have - If You Could Say Anything To The One Who Got Away, What Would It Be? >> I don’t have anyone like that.

Dear World, : How Do You Sleep? >> Fitfully, a lot of the time. I was sleeping consistently well for a while but in the last few months it’s been a roller coaster.

I’m Looking Forward To Joining You, Finally : Have you ever lost someone who meant everything to you? >> Sure. Eventually, I figured out that no one can actually mean everything to me, and cut that maudlin shit out.

La Mer : Do you love the ocean or do you have a fear of it? >> I love it and I fear it.

March of the Pigs : Do you eat meat? >> Yeah.

Closer : Do you choose to follow a religion? >> I’m considering it, but it’s a constant source of debate in my head right now. Mostly because I have this idea of religion as a restrictive thing, something that would take away from my personal sense of freedom rather than complementing my search for meaning or whatever. It’s something I feel like I need to discuss with someone other than, you know, my own self, to get some perspective aside from my own, but I have no idea with whom.

Starfuckers Inc. - Celebrities You Think Are Attractive? >> Meh.

Shit Mirror - Are you afraid of where the world is currently heading? >> No. I understand why people are, of course. I just... personally can’t afford to expend any energy on fearing for the future. I have enough on my plate with the present.

I’m Afraid of Americans - Do you follow politics or do you choose to stay out of that stuff? >> I choose to keep my political consumption to a minimum. For one, it legitimately doesn’t interest me most of the time. But also, like... it’s all a shitshow. I don’t think my life is enriched by knowing every little thing going on in Washington, or obsessively watching Democratic debates to figure out who is “best”. I don’t fucking know. I can’t be bothered. I’m legitimately just going to vote for whoever ends up on the blue side of the ballot in November, and hope for the best.

In This Twilight - If the end was nigh, how would you choose to go out? >> I mean, I doubt I’d be able to choose.

Year Zero : Do you have plans for the apocalypse? >> No. I don’t believe in the apocalypse and I tend not to plan for things I don’t actually expect to happen.

The Downward Spiral : Do You Feel Like You Have you reached your lowest point and have you recovered since? >> I don’t know if I’ve reached my lowest point. I’ve reached very, very low points. I think that’s enough. I’d rather not try to see if I can get lower.

Hurt : If you could, would you re-start your life again? >> Please, god, no.

The Wretched : What Do You Hate In Life? >> I hate the lasting effect of trauma.

The Lovers : Do You Have Any Vices? >> Sure. Drinking, mostly.

Maybe Just Once : Do You Feel Like a Lucky Person When It Comes to Love? >> I don’t really know what that means. I’d dare say that I’m pretty unlucky in love in general, because I... have not ever had much of it.

Gunshots by Computer : What Are Your Thoughts On Modern Technology? >> I mean, I love it? It has its downsides like anything else, but I love it all the same.

That’s What I Get : Did You Ever Have an Emo Phase? >> Nah. I pretty much stuck with goth through everything.

Not So Pretty Now: Who Is Your Most Disliked “Celebrity”? >> ---

Every Day Is Exactly The Same : Do You Feel Like You Are Stuck In The Same Routine In Life? >> Well, right now, I kind of do keep to the same routine all the time. I don’t think that I’m necessarily stuck, I just... live like this. It’s fine, for the most part. I’ve had a lot of excitement in the past, it’s not necessarily how I want to live my life all the time.

Get Down, Make Love : Do You Have a Cover Song That Tops The Original? >> Yeah, there are quite a few covers that I prefer to the original. Dream Theater’s cover of Rainbow’s Stargazer is an example.

Screaming Slave : Do You Prefer Heavier Music or Softer Music? >> I like both.

Ahead of Ourselves : Do You Think Toxic People Can Change? >> I think anyone can change. Whether they will or not is the question, not whether they can.

Leaving Hope : Is There A Song That You Listen To That Just Emotionally Destroys You? >> Sure, I guess.

Somewhat Damaged : Have you ever been in a full on physical fight? >> Yeah.

Piggy : Have you ever been betrayed in some way by a person you cared about? >> Eh, maybe. That’s not really the verb I’d use, though.

Lights In The Sky : Thoughts On The Possiblity of an Afterlife? >> The possibility is always interesting to consider.

Big Man With A Gun - Are You For Capital Punishment? >> I really have no opinion.

Eraser : What Would Your Ideal Final Words Be? >> ---

Ghosts I-IV : Do You Have Any Supernatural Beliefs? >> Some would say. Those aren’t the words I would use, though.

You Know What You Are? - Thoughts On Fake People? >> I don’t know any fake people.

Home : Where On Earth Right Now Would You Like To Be? >> I’m fine right here. We just washed bed linens and it’s always nice to burrow into a clean bed.

I’m Not From This World : What song just gives you the creeps? >> I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about a song.

And The Sky Began To Scream : Thoughts on How To Destroy Angels? >> I like a couple of songs. I haven’t really heard anything aside from that one EP, because I kind of keep forgetting to check out their other works.

Tapeworm : Do you have an embarassing illness/accident story you are willing to share? >> I don’t have any stories like that.

Fist fuck : Do you have any kinks/turn ons/turn offs? >> Yes.

Everything : Do you feel free? >> I guess. I never really thought about it, but generally, yes, I am free.

The New Flesh : Favourite horror film? >> I don’t know. I am very fond of the Hellraiser franchise in general, but not necessarily because of the quality of the films, if that makes sense... Oh, there’s also Event Horizon, that’s a horror movie and an overall favourite of mine.

#surveys #survey #themed survey

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Moving in V. Friends

A/N: This is a bit of angst with mentions of smut and a lot of other things that came out of nowhere. Have fun xxx Part IV here

The sudden pounding on the door startled you as you opened your eyes. Your jeans, bra and shirt were all rolled in a messy pile on the carpeted floor of your room. You rubbed your eyes and yawned, trying to wake yourself up as the pounding continued.

“It’s already noon, sleepyhead.” Harry’s voiced chirped behind the door.

You got up from the bed and walked towards the door, trying to tame your messy hair or at least take it out of your eyes, so you could open the door before you got a complaint from your neighbour because of Harry’s yelling. He gawked at you when you opened the door.

“Holy shit” He cursed as his green eyes roamed your body up and down “what are you trying to do to me?”

You looked down at your body trying to figure out what he was talking about only to realize your baby blue cotton shorts were rolled up your left thigh and your nipples were shamelessly pointing at him. You were surprised they hadn’t ripped your t-shirt from how erected they were. He simply walked inside your room, placing a tray with several fruit cut into pieces, a waffle, a glass with orange juice and a cup which- judging by the scent, had coffee inside- in your mattress as he took a seat on the chair at your desk.

“I was patiently waiting for you dowsntairs but you never woke up so I agreed with myself that I’d wait until noon and then I’d come up and bring your breakfast. Such nice culinary masterpiece couldn’t go to waste.”

Your arms were crossed against your chest as you tried to prevent your nipples from physically attacking him but he just sat there unfazed, peeling and eating an orange as if he was a monkey. You felt your neck heating up, not only because he had seen you like that, but because as you looked at him you realized you had dreamt about him the night before.

“Did you pick me up from the club last night?”

“Yeah. Eat.”

“Shit, I can’t remember anything.” You approached the bed bringing a hand to your forehead as if rubbing it was going to make you remember what had happened the night before. “I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

You feared the worst- that you had confessed your crush on him or even worse that you had tried to kiss him. He had a piece of orange on his mouth as he stared up at you.

“Oh, you’re lucky you don’t remember.” He raised his eyebrows whilst he swallowed. “You got thrown out of the club because you started getting on tables and sensual dancing whilst you yelled free the nipple and tried to take off your bra.”

“What?”

You felt an intolerable heat covering your skin from your toes to your cheeks as you stared at him at the edge of an anxiety attack until you caught him smirking and then when you puffed- and he realized you had caught him- he burst out laughing. You rested your hands on your hips as you frowned at him, trying to make your angry posture cover up for the embarrassment on your skin.

“You are a fucking idi-”

You caught up on the fact that his laughter had died down and now he was smirking at you as his eyes set about twenty centimetres below your eyes. When you looked down you realized your arms were no longer covering your breasts and now your nipples were there, proudly protruding against the white cotton of your t-shirt.

“Harry!”

He brought his chin to his chest, feigning to be ashamed by his actions, but since he was still smirking he only looked a lot more cheeky than before. You rolled your eyes and covered your breasts again.

“What? You’re the one who’s discrediting my honourable testimony instead of taking your front out of my sight. I should warn you- my eyes have a mind of their own.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky retort and when you looked up you saw him grinning too. Your eyes dropped to the prominent bulge on his gray sweatpants.

“I bet they’re not the only part of your body which has a mind of their own.” You teased as you grabbed your bra from the pile of clothes and walked inside the bathroom, hearing his laughter.

The truth was once again he had gotten hard just with a look at you but he had never seen your breasts like that or that part of skin on your hip that was paler for it was always covered from the sun. He munched on his orange as he relaxed down on his chair. You clearly didn’t remember a thing from last night so he could move on from that moment of weakness, it had been somehow forgiven, so now he just had to pretend it never happened too. Granted, it was easier said than done.

You gave him a smile as you sat on your bed and grabbed your coffee, bringing it to your lips as he chuckled.

“I knew you were gonna take the coffee first.” He said.

“There’s even a couple advils on the side! You outstrip yourself every day Styles.”

“Well it didn’t take a genius to know you’d be hangover today from what I saw yesterday...” He raised his eyebrows teasingly as you blushed and looked down at your thigh, stuffing your face with waffle so you didn’t have to answer him.

“Mmhhmm.” You shut your eyes and frowned in appreciation and he shifted his seat on the chair, feeling his sweatpants tightening again. “This is delicious.”

I know other thing that’d be delicious too...

“If I said something embarassing last night, do you think you can forget about it?” You narrowed your eyes as he chuckled.

“You didn’t, don’t worry. You called me, I picked you up and drove you home. That’s it.” He smiled. “Anyway you have a lecture at two.” He said. “You plan on going?”

You grabbed your phone to check your calendar. It was a seminar so you kind of had to go. You rolled your eyes and nodded, swallowing down breakfast as if you hadn’t eaten in a year.

“Okay, I’ll drive you then.”

You nodded again.

“Where’s Sean?”

“He’s working.”

Had you had a lighter sleep, you’d have probably heard them both talking on the kitchen at ten in the morning. Harry had just come back from his workout and Sean was having a cup of coffee as he typed something on his phone. He had kind of apologized, in a very Sean-like way, not quite saying sorry but letting the other person know he was indeed sorry. He had gotten a deal, Hastings was going to listen to his songs and Harry had apologized too- not because he was sorry about what he had said or because he was afraid he might take it to heart and get all sad again- but because he was really sorry about the other thing he had done and couldn’t say and he thought if at least he apologized like that he could stop feeling like a liar every time he looked at his friend.

“How did he get home last night?” You were going through your wardrobe, grabbing a simple dress to wear as he eyed your anatomy drawings.

“Aahh... He drove.” He said. “He doesn’t drink, remember?”

“Right.”

You set with the coral red one with the small flounce over your chest and smiled at Harry before you made your way to the bathroom to have a shower. When you walked inside your room both the empty tray and Harry were gone and you decided on studying a little until it was time to go to Uni. He was sitting on the car when you made your way outside, keeping your folder on your bag, and you had no idea what he had been doing the whole time.

“For a minute I thought you weren’t going to drive me.” You smiled as you got in. “I won’t say I didn’t panic.”

“Oh, I’m your silently desginated driver, aren’t I?” He smiled as he drove away.

“Yeah but at some point you’ll have to stop driving me around.” You smiled. “I’ll get a driving license before you know it, I promise.”

“No.” You frowned at his sudden outburst and he hated the way he had panicked at the idea of you getting a driving license because then you wouldn’t need him anymore and then maybe you wouldn’t spend that much time with him. “I like driving you.” He smiled sheepishly and you fought the urge to reach for his hand.

“Well I like you driving me too but I guess at some point it’ll become annoying.”

“We’ll do something. I promise I’ll tell you if it ever does.”

“Okay.” You smiled.

You set on Pink Floyd as he drove and enjoyed the way he moved his head to the rhythmn. You hated to admit to yourself he was rubbing off that old-fashioned taste in music on you but deep down you knew the only reason you now liked Janis Joplin over Lord Huron was because you loved the way he seemed to have no worries when her music was playing.

“What about The Beatles?” You smiled. “We’ve never talked about The Beatles.”

“I’m British.” He smirked.

“So?”

“So I have to love them.” He joked. “Otherwise you fail everything in school, you can’t have a cup of tea and eventually the queen of England takes your nationality away from you and you’re kicked out of the country by a Buckingham Palace guard.”

You laughed as you shook your head and his eyes dropped to your mouth before he cleared his throat, his shoulders tensing up as he realized he had done it again. He had been thinking about the kiss all morning so he had disappeared from sight, trying to stay away from you so he wouldn’t mess up. Don’t be too obvious, don’t be too obvious.

“Oh!” You turned your body so you were facing him and he pretended to get very straight. “I forgot to tell you or maybe I did last night” You giggled “but I know what job I want now.”

“You do?” He smiled.

“I want to be a barmaid.” You smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be a barmaid actually. I’ve always thought they’re so cool. Well I wanted to work in an ice cream parlor as well but there are no ice cream shops around and I thought if I were a barmaid then you could potentially drive me sometimes because our job schedules would probably match!” You grinned, making him laugh.

“Be honest doll, you chose that job because you knew our schedules would match... But let me tell you before you try, there’s no waitress job offer at the club I work at.” He smiled as you rolled your eyes. “I know this whole thing is just a set up so you can see me while I work but... I guess it’s not your lucky day, young lady.”

“You are so self-important I can’t believe you haven written a 500 pages long poem about yourself.”

“Who said I haven’t?” He joked. “You know what about me is also very long?” He raised his eyebrows as you swatted his arm.

“You’re still obnoxious.”

You smirked and this time noticed how his green eyes dropped to your lips for a brief second. You discreetly ran your tongue across your teeth and a sudden wave of silence flooded the car. Once again he was obsessing over the way your skin had felt on his hands and about how warm you were, how you smelled, how your moans had sounded and he realized he was terrible at pretending he didn’t want you. And then all of a sudden it was almost as if he was mad at you, or not quite mad but irrationaly hurt that you didn’t remember. for he couldn’t think of anything else and he was about to turn around and tell you and then ask you to please want to be with him forever but thankfuly he kept his stupid words to himself as he silently drove.

“What do you do while I’m in Uni?” You asked.

“I... Mmmh... I ran some errands, visit my mom sometimes too.” He shrugged.

“You don’t see your sister much now, do you?”

His grip on the wheel tightened and he swallowed. Not even Pink Floyd could calm him down if you asked him about that.

“What’s with the questions? You can be a nosy girl, doll.” He smirked.

He didn’t mean to upset you, he just didn’t know how to deal with those questions and the fact that he could easily falter and tell you made in panic enough for him to turn into the jerk mode. It wasn’t just that he simply didn’t want to talk about it, it was also the fact that he felt as if by telling you he would surely lose you, for no one on their right mind would want to go through that for no reason and, even though he knew he couldn’t have you in the first place, he shelfishly kind of wanted to keep you around so he would have to pretend like it was worth it to actually be with him. Maybe if you fell in love with him, then it wouldn’t be so bad, then he’d have to be with you and Sean would have to understand for one doesn’t fall in love twice he thought, one likes a lot of times but only loves once or twice. And yet even though he didn’t mean to upset you, you were now looking out the window, your nose stuck up and your arms crossed over your chest.

“Doll, come on, I was joking. I didn’t mean it.”

“Well you never mean things but you always say them, Harry.” You frowned.

He didn’t say anything further for at least ten minutes and the truth was you would have never gotten mad with anyone other than Harry for saying that, but the fact that Harry out of all people had called you nosy had stung a lot. You were the farthest thing from nosy you could think of, you had tried hard your entire life to be the farthest thing away from nosy on Earth so it sting for him to say so.

Maybe it was better that way, for her to not like me enough to tempt me so I can get her fucking mouth out of my head.

“Are you still annoyed?”

“Really, Harry? Is it really so hard for you to say sorry?”

“Well I don’t think it was so severe, Y/N. It was just something that I said because you were being annoying and asking lots of questions.”

“I was being annoying? I was just trying to learn something about you Harry! You always ask me things and I always tell you and you asked me to be patient and I think I’ve been but you don’t share anything with me.” You frowned.

You didn’t know where all that rage was coming from. You were good this morning. He had made breakfast for you and you had exchanged some playful banter so why was it so annoying- or rather hurtful- that he wouldn’t share his secrets with you? For some reason it was as if all of a sudden, all your conversations with Kayla about the mysterious Harry and all the times he had changed subjects so he could avoid telling you about himself were slapping you on the face as they laughed at you because somehow you had just realized that morning you were falling in love with a man you barely knew.

“I feel like I barely know you.”

“You do know me.” He snapped. “The person I am when I’m with you, that’s who I am, that’s what matters.”

That’s the one you wanted to kiss last night and don’t remember now too.

“Oh okay, I see, so the rest doesn’t matter.”

“Exactly.”

“Good to know.”

“Now why are you mad?” He asked, frowning and looking at you as if you had grown a third eye in the middle of your forehead.

“Really, Harry? I tell you everything, all the time, and you’re saying that doesn’t matter so you don’t have to answer a fucking question? Calling me nosy and all? What is wrong with you?”

“Are you going to cry now?”

You felt the tears crowding on your eyes at the sting of his words set in your belly. It sounded as if he was mocking you and there you were having dreams about him when he clearly didn’t give a shit.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Your voice croaked. “Don’t bother picking me up after class.”

“Y/N, wait-”

You shut the door of the passenger seat and rushed inside and he watched as you collided into your friend Paul’s side, who held your shoulders so he could see your face before he frowned and hugged you. Great, he had hurt you and now that Paul guy was comforting you.

Could he be more of an ass? He didn’t want to hurt you. He just... He just had been talking to his mum after breakfast about Gem and about that reality they never talked about for they always rather ignored and things were starting to look darker than ever and all he wanted to do when he hanged up the phone was walk up to your room and hide himself over you and it had been the first time in his life he had needed somebody’s warmth and he hadn’t liked that, he hadn’t liked it because he couldn’t have it- you didn’t even remember the kiss- and he couldn’t go and ask you to just want him because... Well because that was wrong because if anything happened to Sean again he would never be able to forgive himself.

We weren’t talking about betraying a friend as in simply betraying a friend for a girl- for if that had been the case and as fucked up as it sounded, he would have already betrayed the friend for you, resisting you was torture but it wasn’t just that. We were talking about a guy that had tried to kill himself ten months prior, that had been so sad he had actually tried to take his own life and Harry didn’t know how to go on about that. He was no doctor, he wasn’t a psycologist, he was just a friend, and he didn’t quite know how that worked- whether it was about something upsetting him so much that he just wanted to give up or whether it was something that was inside him already but whatever it was, he knew he never wanted to contribute to it so however he did it he had to stay the fuck away from you.

He drove the ten minutes that separated the hospital from the Medicine building feeling like the piece of shit he was and then he took deep breaths, ten times to be exact, as he bought the peach smoothie his sister liked before he made his way to the second floor of the Baldwin University Hospital.

He had a look at the door, already knowing his sister was waiting for him. He always came to visit her on Fridays at 2:15 pm because that was when you had class and he always spent his time with his sister until you got out. He didn’t use to have a schedule of visits to Gem, he’d come as much as possible and spent too much time on the hospital so he always got home exhausted and he would cry if he could but the last time he had cried he had been seven years old. He had just found out his dad had abandoned them and he had cried for a week and never cried again. He swallowed hard before he knocked, trying to convince himself what he had done was the best thing possible.

“They sold the last Peach smoothie to a little girl in front of me so I stole it and ran away.” He joked. “She might still be crying downstairs but I’m your personal Robin Hood, sis.”

“Robin Hood was a lot stronger.” She smiled making him chuckle as he walked towards her.

He handed her the smoothie and pressed a kiss on her forehead before he walked towards the foot of her bed, grabbing the folder and reading the new tests results. You don’t see your sister much now, do you? He didn’t say anything about them but just looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. You’ll be fine, I’ve seen you gotten up from the ground a lot of times with wounds on your knees and you kept kicking the ball, you’ll get out of this... But he didn’t say anything and instead took his usual seat on the chair next to her bed.

“How is Y/N?” Gemma asked with a cheeky smirk as she sipped from her smoothie.

Her brother looked at her from behind his hands which he was rubbing against his skin before she brought it up. He smirked at the way she liked to tease him. Of course he had told her about you. He spent a lot of time with his sister and he had to tell her he had got back to writing which ended up on him having to explain why he had found it in him to write again in the first place.

“I fucked up.” He confessed. “Big time I reckon.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, sitting up on her bed and staring at him with raised eyebrows as if saying well go on.

“I kissed her last night.”

“What?” She grinned as she held her hands over her thighs, extremely excited that her little brother had actually grown the balls.

“Yeah don’t be so happy. I shouldn’t have.”

“Of course you should have!” She coughed, making him look at her as if they had just heard her diagnose all over again.

“She was hammered, she doesn’t even remember.”

“Well tell her.”

“Tell her what that we kissed?” He blushed. “No, I-I can’t tell her that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth isn’t it? Listen if I had kissed my friend while I was drunk and then forget about it, I’d appreciate for him to tell me.”

“She asked me about you this morning too. I... I told her she was being annoying and nosy.”

She didn’t say anything at that. Instead she used the sheets to cover her legs farther up.

“I don’t want to ruin this for you.” She whispered. She could cry in seconds lately, all it took was a few words, maybe even just a gesture, and she would start crying. “I don’t want you to be alone because of me, Haz.” She pouted.

“Hey, hey, none of that. That’s not it.” He frowned, shaking his head. “I just... I don’t want to tell her about... This.”

“Why not?”

Because if she knows then she’d treat me differently and I like the way it is with her now, because when I’m with her it’s almost as if this wasn’t true.

“I don’t want things to change between us.”

“Is she mad at you now?”

He nodded.

“You know?” He started “There’s this guy on her class, Paul, I’m sure he likes her. Maybe everything’ll be easier if she actually dated him or something. That way I could... Not hurt Sean.”

“Wait there’s a guy on her class that likes her too?” Gemma smirked, as if anything that had just happened wasn’t true and the story about you was enough to keep her mind entertained. “Man I love this girl!” She giggled.

Harry chuckled and nodded before he shook his head at the way his sister seemed to make fun of him so gently.

“This is so fucked up.” She said and her brother laughed.

“I know, right?”

“Everyone wants her and she’s forgetful. It’s such a nice story. No wonder she got you back to writing.”

He clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes before resting his back against the gray fabric of the chair.

“I don’t want her to be mad at me though.” He said. “I mean it’d sure make things easier but I... I like having her around.”

“I like her too. I like how happy you usually are when you walk in the room after being with her. It’s contagious.” She smiled.

“She wants to be a barmaid now.” He smiled.

His sister watched his smile carefully. She felt awful, she felt terrible that her brother had been hurt like that, she felt terrible that all he could think about was taking care of others. He’d take care of her, he’d take care of their mother, and who ever took care of him? Mum tried, yes, but there was that part he could never filled, for no one could fill that for him and now that he had found a person he could rely on... He still couldn’t, for he was taking care of her and he was taking care of Sean and he’d take care of Y/N too but would never show himself vulnerable to anyone, in case they were to leave like their dad.

“Please call her.” Gemma said as he sighed. “Come on Haz, she means a lot to you. Just call her and apologize.”

“She’s in class.”

“Well text her then.”

Your professor kept going over and over about the basic CPR and the advanced CPR and the differences between them as you stared at Kayla’s message thread.

Kayla: Jason says he must have some old tragic love story like maybe his last girlfriend cheated on him with his dad or something like that.

You: Jason is sick then. He doesn’t talk to his dad. I think it’s something about his sister. Maybe she’s on his dad’s side or something.

Kayla: That’s what I said- that his dad left when he was just a boy- but Jay said it was all the more likely then. I mean he’s a journalist. Whatever.

You: I don’t know what to think Kay.

Kayla: Well go to that party with Paul then. He’s fucking hot, Y/N.

You: You say that because you haven’t seen Harry. Seriously it’s annoying how good looking he is.

Kayla: Yeah you seem so annoyed by that lol I gotta run buba but if he hurts you I swear to God I’ll make Steve drive all night so I can kill him in cold blood

You: I really miss you Kay.

Kayla: We miss you too. All the time. Love you babe!

You: Love you too.

Harry: Hey

You almost wiped the screen cleaned when you saw his message. Hey? He must have gotten the number wrong.

Harry: I know you’re mad at me but please don’t be. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I really want us to be friends but sometimes I just don’t know how to.

You: How to what?

Harry: To be your friend.

You: Why do you say that?

Harry: Because it’s true. It’s like you said I never mean to hurt you but I always do don’t I? With the things I say to you and I’m sorry.

You: H you’re a good friend. It’s just... Sometimes your mood swings give me headaches.

Harry: I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?

You: Yes.

Harry: Thank you. Can I pick you up after class then?

You: No. I’m going out with Paul.

Harry: Don’t.

You: What? I guess this is what you mean when you say you don’t know how to be my friend...

Harry: No, I mean please let me pick you up. I want to take you somewhere so we can talk.

You didn’t answer straight way, mostly because you didn’t want him to know you were that desperate to hang out with him and for him to talk to you, so instead you opened your thread with Paul, even though he was sitting in front of you.

You: Hey Pauli, I don’t think I can go to your mate’s place after all.

He turned around and looked at you before he answered. You knew Harry was jealous of Paul, he had left a few comments here and there about how he surely wanted to take you to bed and how much of a daddy’s little boy he was so the idea of going out with him seemed twice as tempting for the idea of Harry being jealous because of you somehow sounded so magnificent.

Paul: Noooooooo! Why not?

You: Family meeting.

Paul: Oh no! It’s okay pretty name but you’re coming tonight right? It’s Maggie’s birthday!

You: Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it tonight.

Paul: Awesome. Now please pay attention you thug.

You: I hate you.

Paul: You don’t :p

You laughed under your breath before you pretended to be looking at the board very seriously when he turned around to look at you. You looked at the back of his head for a few seconds. Paul Willis was the idea you had of what could end up being your husband if you ended up living the life everyone thought you should. He was undoubtely handsome, the kind of handsome that is usually a jerk because he knows how handsome he is, except Paul Willis didn’t seem to care. He was funny, he was funny as hell, and he was going to be a doctor and you had always thought if you ended up being a doctor yourself you’d surely marry a doctor for that was what doctor women did and yet... That was all what you thought you should do or what you used to think you should do before you... Before you met Harry, as cliché as that sounded.

You: Okay.

Harry: Okay?

You: Yes.

Harry: Thank you.

You were laughing with Paul and a few other classmates when Harry’s Range Rover stopped in front of the Anatomy building.

“Bye Paul.” You smiled.

“See you tonight, pretty name.” He winked.

You gave barely two steps till you reached the car and got in without even looking at Harry.

“Pretty name?” He mumbled whilst he frowned. “It’s so obvious he wants fuck you and that he’s an idiot.”

You took a deep breath as you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not that type of guy. In fact he’s super sweet and kind to me.” You fastened your seat belt.

“And I’m not? Is that what you mean?” You didn’t answer his silly questions. “He looks like the type of guy who would kidnap sweet innocent Uni girls and keep them on a closet on his basement.”

You were still mad at him but his ideas were always funny to you so a chuckle escaped your mouth. Even though he didn’t like Paul one bit, he was glad he had managed to make you laugh so he smirked as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“He looks like an angel.” You teased, smirking as you looked out the window.

Harry’s face tinged a shade of red but he didn’t really look mad, it was rather a look of envy, so your smirk widened.

“Whatever you say. If he kidnaps you next semester I won’t pay the ransom.”

You chuckled as he reached for a paper bag on the backseat of the car and very slowly placed it over the console. It was dangerous to carry a bag on top of the gears so you frowned and gave him a questioning look as he held the bag with one hand. It smelled like flowers.

“What is it?” You exasperated.

“It was for you.”

“Was? Not anymore?”

“Well, I guess it still is for you but I don’t think it’ll mean anything to you anymore after angel face fucking winked at you, pretty name.” He said the last bit with disgust.

You snatched the bag from his hand like a little girl making him grin, discovering there was a small plant pot with small violet flowers on it. There was a note between the little branches. I’m sorry doll. You couldn’t help but grin like a kid on Christmas. As you looked at him, you caught the faint pink on his cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck.

“My mum always says I should get flowers to a girl I upset.” He shrugged. “And I remember you said you thought bouquets were such a shame because the flowers died in a few days so... I thought a plant pot would fix that problem.”

Leaning over the console, you pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and heard his breath hitched on his throat. He then turned his head so your face was inches from his but he looked back ahead before you could do anything to embarrass yourself. If he didn’t like you like that he did a great job at confusing you.

“Everything that has to do with you means a lot to me.” You whispered and he gave you a wide grin. “Now where are we going?”

“Oh, now telling would spoil the surprise.”

You rolled your eyes and rested your head on the seat, pretending you didn’t like it. He knew you loved it anyway. He drove in silence for about twenty minutes straight. He didn’t really know how to talk to you now or what to say after his texts. He was an emotional man, that was a given- he was a damned writer- but he was also terrible at giving pieces of his mind away. He treasured them, he never really spoke about it- not even with his mum- and he certainly didn’t know how to talk about it with you.

He watched you as your eyes discovered the place where he had pulled over. The car was under some trees and the ground seemed humid, with small green vegetation. There was a train station at the top of some stairs using a small hill for support and the sun was shinning bright.

“I got us something to eat.” He smiled as he reached for a bag on the back seat of the car before he opened the door.

As soon as you stepped out from the car the smell of the sea hit your nostrils, you could hear it too and the breeze was caressing your skin so you could only imagine it was on the other side of the rail. It attracted your attention that there was no bridge to cross the rail so apparently there was no access to the sea.

“Come on.”

He was smiling, standing next to a tree with the paper bag on his hand, his body half turned your way as he waited for you. You smiled before you followed him. He made his way across the bicycle lane with a playful smirk on his lips for he knew you had no clue where he was taken you and he liked to see you trusted him so much you didn’t need to ask, instead you just followed him, no questions asked. The lane took you down a curve on the road and it seemed to be like a spiral before you reached a lower level of ground, more humid and more red, with more green vegetation. You reached for his hand and held it in yours and even though he did look down at both your hands connected, he didn’t say anything nor took it away. Your heart flattered.

“I think no one knows this is the access to the beach.”

There was a brigde but instead of crossing the rail as you had thought, it was the rail itself which created a bridge between two green hills, the one that you had seen before on the right and a new one about twenty meters to the left. The bridge was made of metal, red metal to be exact, and the columns that joined it to the ground seemed to be rusted, almost eaten away by the sea. Your sneakers would get dirty on the mud underneath, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Harry guided you, tightening his grip on your hand, very carefully through a thin line of dry ground on the right side of the entrance, the rest of it flooded with water.

“Is this sea water?” You asked behind him.

“It is.” He nodded. “See that’s the only problem. It is a bit risky” He smirked as he looked at you, squeezing your hand once “‘cause if we don’t get out before the tide goes up, then we’re stuck but trust me it’s a risk worth taking.”

Your lips parted as soon as you saw the view after the rail. The beach had the shape of a half moon and the sea had a very bright blue colour, a deep hypnotizing turquoise which created a delightful contrast with the reddish colour of the sand. You had never seen sand like that as if one grain was orange and the other was white and the other was red so altogether they looked like lava. At one end of the beach there was a rocky cliff and at the other side you could see a small village, white houses and pine trees. He was smiling at you when you looked at him.

“Pretty huh?” He said.

You nodded your head once before he started walking, pulling you with him as he was still holding your hand.

“Are you hungry or you wanna walk around first?”

“Let’s walk.”

You smiled, taking off your shoes as he nodded and mimicked you a smile as big as yours taking over his features. He left his shoes and the bag on the sand and you eyed it suspiciously, you would have never thought about actually leaving them behind but then again there was no one on the beach and it didn’t seem as if anyone was going to come, judging by how actually hard it had been to find the access in the first place. He walked close to you as the two of you made your way along the beach, the sea intermittently covering your feet till your ankles.

“I do visit my sister a lot.” He said out of the blue, causing you to bore your eyes into his. “I just don’t really like talking about her.” He shrugged as he kicked a shell. “Not just to you, I don’t like talking about her to anyone... It’s actually easier to talk to you than it is to most people.” He gave you a sided smile. “You’re... If you weren’t so annoying you’d be my best friend now.” He smirked as you grinned.

“Well likewise if you weren’t so obnoxious you’d be mine.” You swatted his chest playfully and he chuckled.

“I used to see this beach all the time from the train.” He started. “When we moved here we lived in a house in the country side about forty minutes from this beach. Mum still lives there. I had to take the train a lot, to go to Uni and to go out most of the times and all, you know like you’d have to do if you didn’t have such a nice incredibly hot best friend.”

“I said if you weren’t so obnoxious” You teased “but you are obnoxious so you can’t call yourself my best friend”

He only smiled and nodded at your teasing, both his hands on his pockets.

“I always sat on the right side of the train so I could see the sea. It’s fifty minutes of coastside to the city, used to read or write all the way there. I don’t know what was it about this beach but there was something, maybe the fact that it was always alone, that was kind of hypnotizing to me so one day I didn’t go to Uni, instead I got off the train in that station” He pointed at the station you had seen when you arrived “and walked for about an hour until I found the entrance.”

“Persistent guy, huh?”

He laughed and swatted your arm playfully, almost pushing you to the sea as you chuckled.

“Ever since then it’s kind of been like my place I guess. I used to come here with my guitar or my notebook and just... Write, you know? Just be... Alone for a while.”

“Sounds like you were hiding from something.” You whispered and he gave you an interested look.

“I guess I was never comfortable with the things I was supposed to be doing.” He shrugged. “Instead I liked being here on my own, writing some shit and then throwing it away to the sea if it was really bullshit.”

“What did you write about?”

“Everything.” He smiled.

“How did you start writing? I mean how does one come to write? How did you realize you were good at it?”

“I never said I was good at it, doll.” He laughed.

“I just assumed. You’re good at everything.” You smiled.

“That’s not true.” He frowned. “I’m not good at making you feel important, am I? When I was little my dad bought a film projector. He used to watch rock and roll concerts on the big screen and I used to sneak out of bed and hide under the dining table so I could watch them too. I wanted to be like them.” He was smiling and you knew those were memories he treasured. “Back in England I used to sing in a band with my friends in school.”

You giggled and he started nodding and humming as if saying yeah I know but it gets worse.

“Wait, what was the name?” You grinned.

“White Eskimo.” He smiled sheepishly.

“White Eskimo?”

“Oh, hush.” He grinned. “And that’s why I was so mad when we moved.” He raised his eyebrows. “I started writing songs after we moved here and in my senior year of high school I realized I actually wanted to write.”

He climed a big rock and held his hand out for you to help you and once he had pulled you there with him he started walking around the rocks, pointing at starfish and small fish until he started making fun of you because your belly had roared.

“Oh, no, did you hear the beast?” He feigned horror as you blushed hard and hit his chest until he grabbed your wrists to stop you. “I’m kidding, doll, I’m kidding. Jesus the woman can’t take a joke.” He shook his head. “Let’s go back so we can feed the baby.” He smirked. “The tide’s going up anyway.” He noticed.

He talked about White Eskimo and a short novel he had written when he was 21 as the two of you walked back to the bag and your shoes. The water had been eaten more and more sand and now the shore wasn’t all that far from your shoes anymore. He bent over and opened the bag.

“What did you get?” You smirked, hungry and impatient making him chuckle.

“Got you a Nutella thingy and nuts granola for me.” He said as he searched on the bag, giving you an amused look when you moaned because of the Nutella. “And then a peach and a banana.”

“Can I have the peach?” You smiled.

“Sure thing, doll.” He raised his hand with the peach on the air as he smirked. “If you can reach it.”

It reminded you of him doing just that the very same night you had met and you pretend to be annoyed but your smile was stretching under your pursed lips. This time, you got on your tip toes and tried to get it but it was harder than the first time because the sand would mold against your feet and would pull you under again making you move your feet all the time as you tried to reach it. He was laughing but he wasn’t really thinking about what he was doing, it was as if that voice on his mind that usually told him to back off had gone now that he was in his place. He kept staring down at you then and at the way your breasts moved when you jumped and he could feel himself getting hard as he kept teasing you and you kept making small squealing noises that were driving him mad.

His laughter cut short when you tripped over yourself and fell against his chest for your face was way too close to his and he could feel your breath against his lips. You didn’t fail to notice the way his pupils had blown away and his arm had tightened on the low of your back. He swallowed. You snatched the peach away from his hand as you had caught him off guard and he smirked once you pulled back, biting on the peach with a satisfed grin.

“Playing dirty will get you nowhere, doll.” He teased as he nodded. “Now I’ll have to give your Nutella” He narrowed his eyes as he tried to read the rest of the package whils he sat down on the sand, hoping crossing his legs would cover his hard on “your Nutella bite to a seagull.”

You landed on your knees next to him as you tried to snatch the Nutella bite away from him but he kept chuckling and moving it out of your reach until he fell on his back on the sand. He froze as soon as youu straddled him trying to get your Nutella thing from him. He gets rock hard. Damn it, if she hadn’t realized I was hard she had definitely realized now. Without thinking what it could do to him, you pushed your hips a little lower against his groin so you can make sure what you felt was true. He jerked his hips away, instinctively bringing his hands to your hips so he can stop the movement. You took the Nutella package from his hand and left it on the sand next to him and as you approached him holding your weight on your arms you notice how the green of his eyes is now gone. He could feel the lack of blood on his brain as his eyes got a glimpse of your bare legs resting on the sand on the sides on his hips. He was going nuts as your face grew closer to his.

“Y/N.” He whispered.

“Is that because of me?”

He knew he had to say no. He had to pretend it wasn’t but for that he needed to be able to form coherent sentences and for him to do so really needed to get off him. It didn’t help one bit that his boner was trapped between your butt cheeks. If she only moved a little down... Instead of saying something, his hands caressed your legs making his way up to your waist. It felt so good to have you like that... Your breath hitched on your throat as his hands touched your skin and with a confidence you didn’t know you had you leaned your body against his until your mouths are barely inches apart and then you moved your hips down on his just once as if trying to make him to kiss you and then you stopped. He held his breath, fearing if he let the air out he might as well just come in his pants and you barely skimmed your lips with his when a cold wave hits the both of you.

“Fuck!” He yelled, sitting up straight so he could see the sea coming right back at you. “The tide! We need to run, doll!”

You nodded and ran back towards the bridge, hearing the sand collinding under his feet behind you. He didn’t say absolutely anything as you made your way to the car, nor did he ever tried to kiss you even though you had made pretty clear that he could do so.

“Shit.” He examined his car, all dirty for being under the trees, as you felt your cheeks tinging red.

You could yell at him, you had never been more embarrassed in your entire life. That had been the first time you had ever done something that bold, because he kept saying you needed to do what you wanted to do and not be afraid of being yourself, and then he’d reject you like that, so easily. He did notice you were bright red and, even though any other day he would have teased you for it, right now he was trying to focus on the road and suddenly he felt a sudden need to cry. He hadn’t cried at all, he had shed a few tears and his heart had broken down to a million pieces when he had heard about Gem, but he hadn’t cried after his dad left and now all of a sudden as he thought about everything that he could have with you but never would, he felt the dire need to cry. Maybe fighting against his feelings for you were useless. Why did he have to torture himself like that?

“Doll tonight-”

“I’m going out tonight.” You snapped, staring out the window.

“You are?”

“Yes. I’m going out with Paul.”

“Okay.” He sighed.

Paul was probably better for you anyway. He was going to be a doctor too and deep down he was sure he was a good guy, but somehow even though he knew he wasn’t the best option for you, hell he didn’t even deserve your time, it was hard to think of anyone taking care of you the way he wanted to. It was useless then, he was falling in love with you.

“Is he picking you up?” He asked, his shoulders tensed and his grip on his wheel tightening.

“Yes, he is.”

“Do you like him?”

“Why do you care?” You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“You’re my friend, Y/N.”

“Just your friend, right?” You asked.

He stole a glance at you as he drove back home and he felt his nerves pricked up as he took your face in. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glossy, your lips drawing a pretty pout. He nodded, only to give himself a heartache when you looked out the window with a sad expression.

“You said we could be friends.” He whispered. Still he didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t stand the thought.

“Yes but... Harry this... I mean the friendly flirting might mean nothing to you but it does to me so... “

“I’ll stop.” He said. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it... bothered you.”

“It doesn’t.” You sighed. “That’s the problem.”

“I’m sorry Y/N but please don’t... Don’t give up on me, yeah?”

You looked at his eyes and saw the desperation in them and because you had never seen someone so desperate to be your friends you felt as if his eyes could pull from a string in your heart and you felt your insides soften.

“That’s okay, H.” You smiled. “I just... I was just a little embarrassed” You chuckled “but it’s really not your fault you don’t like me like that.”

“I... I’m sorry, doll.”

“Don’t be.” You smiled. “Like I said it’s not your fault.”

It kind of is my fault to be lying to but this way would be easier. He nodded and asked you to play some music for the rest of the ride as he tried to convince himself he was doing the right thing. You’d probably fall in love with Sean too if you knew he loved you. Sean was the coolest guy he knew and he knew you loved him deeply, for he had been there for you all throughout your dad’s illnes and just because he acted like a jerk the night before it didn’t mean he was a jerk at all. He loved you and the fact that you’d probably love him back if you knew about it was what was keeping Harry from telling you for he couldn’t stand the thought of you being in love with someone else.

“The beach was gorgeous” You said as you got off the car at home “but the trees ruined your car, didn’t they?”

“Yep.” He grinned, getting a bucket, a rag and some soap out of the boot and winking at you before he bent down and disappeared behind his car.

You looked at the building and frowned when you realized he had parked on the back side of it. Turning around you saw him holding the hose and hitting the car as he whistled.

“Don’t look at me like that. Come help me.” He said.

“What? But I just told you I have a date tonight!” You defended.

“You never used the word date.” His jaw was clenched as he watched the water hitting the sides of his SUV. “But anyway he won’t be here for another hour and I gotta work so I need this done quick. Come on, if you help me with this, I’ll help you find a barmaid job.” He smiled.

You smiled at his offer walking closer to the car until you stopped on your tracks.

“But I’m not wearing suitable clothes for washing a car. I don’t want to get my dress-”

He cut your words short as the stream of water from the hose hit you straight on your thighs and then he moved it up so you were fully soaked. He laughed out loud as you stared at him with eyes and mouth wide opened.

“See? We saved the time of your shower.” He grinned. “Now get the soap and get to work, Miss Wet T-shirt.” He smirked.

“Well if I help you, you’ll help me get a barmaid job and you’ll do me another favour.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I’ll do you any favour.” He smirked, staring down at your body and biting his bottom lip at the way the wet fabric stuck to your skin.

“Harry.” You scolded, hadn’t he agreed ten minutes ago he’ll cut the flirting?

“Sorry.” He smirked, his eyes focusing on your breasts likewise that morning.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come here.” He said, holding the soap and the tools that you were going to use on his hands.

“Are you seriously going to make me wash your car before my date?”

“Yes, doll, I’m seriously going to make you wash my car before your night out.” He refused to his the word date.

“But you said I’ll help you; not that I’ll do all the washing and you’d just pour water out of the hose.”

“Well you’re techinically going to help me just.. Come here and stop complaining!”

You walked towards him, mumbling under your breath that he was going to ruin your dress and he tried his best to supress his urge to make fun of you. A truck drove as fast as a plane on the tiny road right next to you and you shuddered next to him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “But if you wash that side of the car” he pointed at the opposite side, the one that was looking at the building “it’ll be less likely for a us to get killed.”

“What? Why would that make it less likely?” You frowned.

“Because if you just stand there in that wet dress looking so fucking sexy, I know I’d get out of the road for looking at you and probably so would the rest of the straight male and gay women population.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the tools and made your way to the other side of the car. It was useless to ask him to stop, this was Harry’s nature, he was a flirt and that was that. So you started rubbing the rag against the car body and he tried to focus on doing the same without staring at you for he would surely get hard again. Your breasts were moving as you moved your arms trying to get the birds’ shit out of his car and the cotton of your dress and your hair stuck to your skin. A thin layer of sweat covered your forehead.

“All done.” You grinned like a girl in Christmas.

“Well, well, let me see, doll, eh?” He made his way towards you.

He had finished washing his side ages ago but he had decided to pretend he hadn’t so he could keep staring at you as you focused on getting all the dirt out of the way. Standing behind you, he had a look at the car as if he was examining it carefully, nodding and humming as you rolled your eyes. Really he had been staring at your body for at least five minutes straight when you turned around.

“Please tell me you don’t have the hose.” You scrunched your face.

“No, I don’t.” He laughed. “You can relax. But, oh, what do I see here?”

He pointed at a little smudge you had left on the middle of the front for your arm couldn’t reach. Instead of explaining it, you leaned over the car, tiptoeing as you rested your front against the SUV trying to reach the smudge but failing and raising your eyebrows as if sayins see? He swallowed as he got a glimpse of your white lace underwear. Your dress had hitched up your bum when you had stretched your arms and as if he couldn’t control himself he walked closer to you and he leaned his body on top of yours, resting his weight on you as he took the rag from your hand and cleared the smudge himself. He pressed his hips down your ass once, making you moan deliciously against the car and because he couldn’t get enough of that sound, he brought his other hand to your hip and thrusted his hips again.

“Harry” You moaned, your heavy breathing fogging up the glass.

“You make it so fucking hard for me to be just your friend, doll.”

“Harry.” You lifted your ass up and pressed it against his dick, making him moaned in your ear as his grip on your hip tightened.

In a second he pulled away, clearing his throat and gathering your tools as you tried to catch your breath against the car. What the fuck had just happened? When you turned around to fight him about it, you saw Paul making his way towards you.

“When you said you wanted to get a job, I never thought you meant an old-school car washing, pretty-name.”

He grinned looking down at your body for a second before his blue eyes locked with yours. You blushed.

“Shit, Paul, I’m so sorry. Is it already 8 pm?”

“Well I’m a little early.” He smiled sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll... I’ll have a quick shower and” you started walking backwards so you could get your bag from the car “and then we’ll leave.”

Harry was fuming red as he careless held the hose over your head, soaking you all over again before the water stopped running abruptly.

“There” He said “quick shower out of the way.”

“You’re-” You sighed, shutting your eyes and counting to ten as your mum used to say before you smiled at him bitchily. “Funny, like monkeys in the zoo.”

“Make sure you get fresh panties on, doll.” He whispered on your ear before he left towards the apartment.

“That’s Harry by the way” You told Paul “My asshole roomate.”

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Need You Now

Part IV (of X) - We Come Running (Peter Parker Series) (Part I) (Part II) (Part III)

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For one, I didn’t want to be in the first place. My normal life was just fine, thank you. Two, there are freaking superheroes all over where I now live. There’s never any privacy. Three, everyone expects me to be this amazing genius and go to this fancy school and do incredible things. I just want to watch Star Wars and write Harry Potter fanfiction. Also, I hate Math.

A/N - More Peter Parker fluff!

Warnings - There is underage drinking in this chapter.

Sneaking out wasn’t my speciality. Neither was lying, but here I was, standing at a crosswalk in Brooklyn, waiting for a black SUV to pass so I could cross, while Tony thought that I was having a study session followed by a movie night/sleepover with a girl from Midtown.

I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I told him what I really wanted to do. He only let me out of the complex when I was going to school or for some reason with Peter, but this party had been a tradition for as long as I could remember, and I wasn’t going to miss seeing my friends. It had already been way too long.

I pulled my coat a little tighter around me, unable to shake the feeling I was being watched. I told myself I was just being paranoid, and I went ahead to crossed the street. As soon as I made it to the other side though, a voice stopped me, calling my name. I turned around in shock. “Peter?”

The boy looked incredibly disheveled, his curls flying in several different directions as if he had just taken a hat off. He was wearing the same thing he had worn to school, a black v-neck with the same jeans and a black jacket. When I glanced closer, I noticed his shoes were also untied. “What are you doing in Brooklyn?” He asked when he caught up with me.

“This is where I’m from. What are you doing here? With untied shoes?” I asked, completely confused.

Peter looked down at his shoes, glanced back up at me with his mouth open as if trying to find the right words to say before bending down to tie his shoes. “I - uh - May wanted some stuff.”

“In Brooklyn?” I replied in disbelief.

“Yep.”

“But you don’t have anything?”

“I haven’t - haven’t gotten it yet, but you didn’t really answer. I thought you said Mr. Stark didn’t want you roaming around?”

I bit my lip, looking down at the ground for a moment before glancing up at him with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell Tony.”

“Y/N . . .”

“I knew he would never let me go! I need to see my friends, Peter. I miss them so much.” I told him.

“It might be dangerous though! Everyone knows who you are now.” Peter insisted.

“Come with me then! If you see something going South, you can call him, and I’ll take the lecture and probable grounding.” I replied, trying to come up with a compromise.

He seemed totally shocked at my suggestion. “You want me to come with you?”

“Well yeah, I mean I was going to ask you, but then I heard you say you had the internship today . . .” I wasn’t lying. I really had wanted to invite him. In fact, I had been looking for reasons to ask Peter to hang out all the time lately. “Please, Peter? I just want another normal night.”

Peter looked at me for a moment before finally speaking. “If there’s any trouble -”

I let out a squeal of excitement, startling him as I threw my arms around his neck. “You’re the best, Peter.” I pulled away after possibly too long of a moment and couldn’t resist the opportunity to grab his hand. “Come on! It’s right around the corner.”

I eagerly led him to the front door, knocking and hoping they could hear me over the loud music. Thankfully they did and almost immediately I was pulled into a tight hug, forcing me to let go of Peter’s hand. “Y/N! We’ve missed you so much!” My friend practically shrieked in my ear.

I laughed as I hugged her back tightly. “I’ve missed you too!” After a few moments, we pulled away, and she caught sight of Peter standing behind me.

“And this must be that super cute, really smart guy you’ve been telling us about on the group message.” She said, holding her hand out for Peter to shake.

I buried my face in my hands so I couldn’t see his reaction. “Oh my God. Five seconds in the door and you’re already embarrassing me. This is a new record.”

She just laughed. “Come on in, and take your coats off. We’ve got drinks and snacks in the kitchen, games in the game room and dancing in the living room.”

I shrugged off my coat, “got it,” I replied, handing it to her before turning back to face Peter who was staring at me with wide eyes. “What? Is there something on my dress?” I looked down at the blue and nude piece covered in lace, but I couldn’t find anything.

“No! I mean you just - you look nice.” There were those pink cheeks again.

I smiled at him, reaching for his hand again. This time I twisted our fingers together. “Come on, I’ve got some people I want you to meet.”

We went to the kitchen first where I was pleased to find my favorite beer stocked up. I offered Peter one, but he said he was fine, so I grabbed a couple and led him to the game room where I found several of my friends sitting around and chatting.

Turns out that was a mistake.

“And then her cheeks just started shaking up and down.”

“She couldn’t even talk.”

“It was a freak muscle spasm! It never happened again!” I said, my face heating up ridiculously at the memory.

“Didn’t make it any less hilarious.”

I turned to Peter who was grinning at me. “No chance you’re going to forget any of this right?”

“If you’ll forget what Aunt May said.” Peter replied.

I bumped his knee playfully with my own. “No way, but we’re going to dance before any of you say anything else.” I said, pulling him up to his feet.

“Aw, come on! We haven’t even told him about the Chewbacca costume fiasco!”

“Wait, what?” Peter asked as I pulled him away.

“You are not hearing that story,” I told him.

“Why not?” He asked, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“Because I have no desire to scare you off.” I told him, taking both of his hands and bringing him closer with a grin.

“You know I’m not that great of a dancer.” Peter said, looking at me worriedly as we started moving to the melody of Cake By the Ocean.

As I lifted our arms in the air to spin under, I stumbled slightly, causing Peter to pull me into his chest so I didn’t fall. “Obviously neither am I.” I replied, smiling at his closeness.

Peter laughed, and the sound had my whole body filling with warmth. His laugh was something I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing. I would do just about anything to hear that as often as I could. We continued to dance goofily with each other for several songs, and I was having the best time at this party I had ever had. Then the song changed to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. My eyes shot over to my friend who was standing by the speakers giving me a thumbs up. I looked up at Peter, biting my bottom lip. I was about to tell him we didn’t have to keep dancing when he slowly, hesitantly, pulled me closer. I smiled reassuringly at him, sliding my arms up and around his neck, seemingly giving him the courage to fully wrap his arms around me. Just that feeling, his strong arms wrapped tight around me, his warmth and heartbeat radiating through his chest, had my head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder. It was crazy to think that after only knowing this boy for four months I felt so close to him. He understood me and my deepest heartaches, and that was something I couldn’t ignore.

“You’re really happy here,” I almost didn’t hear him say anything he was being so quiet.

“I’m around my friends. People I grew up with. It reminds me of how everything was before my mom got sick.” I answered.

“Do you wanna come back?” There was a tone in his voice, the way it slightly hitched at the end that told me he was scared of my response.

“I don’t know,” I lifted my head to look at him. “Midtown’s starting to grow on me. Especially now since I’ve got this awesome tutor.” I teased, gently twirling some of the hair on the back of his head through my fingers.

A big smile formed on his face at my words. “Who’s really cute right?”

“Oh jeez.” I groaned, hiding my face in his shoulder.

After that, we took a break from dancing and headed back over to the couch to chat with my friends. This time there was even less space between us as Peter wrapped an arm around my shoulders and listened to my friend’s, thankfully less embarrassing, stories. Wrapped up under his warm arm, I might have gotten a little carried away with my alcohol intake. I wasn’t blackout drunk level, but I was definitely giddy and couldn’t stop giggling as Peter and I pulled our coats on to leave.

“You’ll make sure she gets home safe, right?” I heard my friend ask Peter as I started stumbling out the door.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Peter called over his shoulder as he rushed to help steady me.

“Peter, my feet hurt.” I pouted up at him, leaning into his side.

“Can you make it to the Subway?” He asked me.

“Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’. “Just call a cab. I’ll pay for it.”

“All the way upstate?”

I shook my head as I nuzzled into his shoulder. “No . . . just take me somewhere. I don’t want Dad to see me like this. He’s just starting to like me.” I mumbled, not even registering that I had just called Tony Dad for the first time.

“Okay . . .” Peter said before pulling out his phone.

After that it was mostly just flashes of memories as I dozed in and out. Peter helping me in the cab, cuddling up next to him again, paying the cab driver, and then the strangest dream of Peter carrying me on his back while he crawled up the side of a building. I only truly woke up when I felt myself being placed on a bed. I rubbed my eyes and noticed Peter facing away from me in pajama pants and . . . shirtless. I couldn’t see his front, only his back but it was an extremely well toned back. “You are . . . buff. I said, eyes wide.

Peter jumped, turning around quickly to face me and holding the shirt he had been picking out of his drawer close to his chest. “I - thank - I thought you were asleep!”

“I can’t sleep in this.” I told him, kicking my heels off. “Can I borrow a t-shirt?”

“Oh y-yeah of course.” Peter threw the shirt in his hands at me. I took that moment to admire his now exposed chest. It was at that second that I realized that not only was Peter Parker the most selfless guy I had ever met, but he was also the most handsome. I managed to pull my gaze away from him with a little giggle. “Well, turn around silly! You can’t see all of this yet!” I told him with another giggle.

“Yet?” He squeaked before turning around.

Once I finally got my clothes off and the shirt on, I couldn’t help but laugh again, this time sleepily as I pointed to the “x” on my shirt. “Find ‘x’, I get it.”

Peter turned back around and shook his head at me with a little chuckle. “You can sleep there, and I’ll -”

“Nuh - uh,” I said, reaching for his hands and pulling him close to me. “Stay with me,” I told him.

“You want me to -”

“Please?”

“Y-yeah, okay.” I smiled as Peter climbed into the bed with me. I rested my head against his shoulder once he was comfortable, nudging into his neck. “Thanks, Peter,” I said, my eyes already closing from the warmth of being cuddled up next to him.

His arm slowly wove around me, holding me close. “No problem,” he said and for a brief moment, I could swear I felt him nuzzling the top of my head.

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The first lights had just started painting the walls of his room when I woke up. Of course, I could barely see that due to the mop of floppy brown hair partially obstructing my view. Apparently some time during the night, we had changed positions and now Peter was practically on top of me, our legs tangled together and his face buried in my neck. “Peter,” I whispered quietly. “I told Tony I’d be back in a few hours.”

“Five more minutes Aunt May,” he mumbled into my neck, tightening his grip around me.

I giggled a little at his response and after a moment’s hesitation, reached up to card my fingers through his soft hair. A soft smile formed on my lips at the noise of contentment that left him at my actions.

It was official. I had it bad for Peter Parker.

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reddit-tales · 7 years

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What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

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dakotacrisis · 7 years

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Sweeter Than Ice Cream

(Spoilers for those that have not seen Glaciator yet. You have been warned.)

The potential Marichat fluff if the akuma hadn’t reared it’s deliciously creamy head. This episode killed me and I needed to write an AU where Chat Noir and Marinette got to stay on the balcony immediately. Enjoy!

Marinette clung tightly onto Chat Noir as he bound them off to some location. It mustn't have been far as he put her down again almost immediately.

After the disaster that was the failed ice cream triple date with her friends Marinette could use some cheering up. She just didn’t think it would be coming from Chat of all people. She felt bad hearing that he had feelings for her superhero persona and that he had prepared something for her. She adored Chat Noir as a partner and as a friend but her heart laid somewhere else. She couldn’t live with herself if she played with his feelings. Next time she saw him as Ladybug she would be sure to apologize...and tell him the truth.

“Just one small second. All good, you can open your eyes.” Chat instructed.

“Whoa, Chat Noir, it’s really beautiful.” she gazed around the beautiful scene he had set. Roses, warm candlelight, cushions and a little basket hidden in the corner. He had done all this for her? Her reverie was cut short when she noticed him sulking against the railing. “I am so sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault.” There was definitely a bit of sharp edge to his words.

“It is! No! Well, I mean. I’m sorry for you because you prepared all this and she didn’t come.” Smooth Marinette. Remember that you aren’t Ladybug right now!

“She warned me, but I still wanted to believe… I wanted her to come.” the way he spoke broke her heart in two. He really put a lot of effort into this night and she didn’t think twice about it.

“Maybe she had a good reason for not coming? Like… she hit a snag.” she leaned on the railing next to him.

“I know you’re saying that to cheer me up.”

“Yeah… I mean no! Well…” she sighed and laid a hand over top of his, “It’s her loss. You prepared something beautiful and I’m sure that if she had known you had went to all this trouble she would have come in a heartbeat.”

He looked up finally giving her a small smile. “You’re very sweet.” he glanced back at the picnic, “What do you say we enjoy this dinner then? It’d be a shame for it all to go to waste.”

“Oh...I uh…”

“Plus, it’d be a chance for me to get to know you a little more.” He gestured for her to sit.

“I’d like that.” she sat down on the cushions and watched as Chat laid out a little picnic of a baguette, cheese and crackers, chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of sparkling lemonade.

“I know it’s not much but I had to get stuff I could just buy at the store.” he shrugged.

“It’s wonderful.” Marinette broke off a piece of the baguette, “You gonna join me?”

Chat Noir sat down and uncapped the sparkling lemonade filling two glasses and handing one to Marinette. “To unrequited love.”

“Here, here,” she clinked her glass against his with a chuckle.

“So, you never really said, what’s put you in such a dower mood tonight?” he asked.

“Well, a couple of friends and I had this outing planned and things didn’t go as expected. I had a bit of an overreaction and ruined the entire evening. They said they understood and I apologized but it still hurts.” She didn’t want to bring up Adrien right now.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Chat swirled his lemonade around in his glass, “Let’s talk about something happier, yeah?”

“Yeah. But, what?”

“Well, how about you tell me something about yourself? Like, what music do you like to listen to?” he suggested.

“Well a little this and that, but my favorite artist by far is Jagged Stone.”

“Jagged Stone? I love his music! Rock and Rip is my favorite song.” Chat’s eyes lit up with glee. “That guitar riff that opens it--”

“That riff brings me new life! Every time I hear it I feel like I could burst through the roof and start flying.”

“It is great for pumping you up for the day. Another one of his songs that I adore is one of his slower songs, Chasing the Morning. It’s really different from his usual sound but it is still amazing.”

“You like that song too?” Marinette stared at him wide-eyed, “A lot of people dismiss it because it seemed such a deviation from his signature sound. I thought it was very refreshing and established that Jagged not only knew kickbutt rock and roll but romantic serenade as well.”

“That’s what I say! My one friend hates that song and I just don’t get it. How could anyone hate it? The piano alone is more than beautiful sounding.”

“Some people are just cursed with bad taste. Like, XY fans. Now there is some bland and repetitive music if I ever heard any.”

“Tell me about it. The guy himself rubs me the wrong way. The cover art for his albums looks like something out of a perfume ad.”

“Unlike Jagged’s, whose Rock Giant album cover I got to design.” Marinette puffed proudly.

“I heard. You’re really talented.” Chat smiled wider at her. “All this talk makes me wish I had some music playing.”

“I can handle that.” Marinette pulled out her phone and clicked on her favorite playlist.

They continued the night talking about their interests. Chat couldn’t say a whole lot about his activities outside of being a superhero but it was still nice to get to know the little things about him. Like how his favorite color was blue, he preferred strawberries to cherries, his favorite video game was Mecha Strike IV, he despised cauliflower unless it was drowned in cheese, and that his favorite subject in school was science.

Chat and her had scooted closer so she had her legs stretched out on his lap. “Okay, I got another one.” Chat poured out the last of the lemonade into their cups, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“That’s easy. I want to be a famous fashion designer and start my own clothing brand.”

“You must be super talented.”

“Not to toot my own horn but I have done some incredible work. I love designing not only clothes but accessories as well. My friend Alya is actually helping me start a fashion blog where I can showcase all the stuff I create.” She bit into the last chocolate covered strawberry. “What about you? Do you have any plans for the future that you can tell me?”

“Me? Well…” he looked down disheartened, “I haven’t thought about my future much, actually. There’s what I know my family wants me to do but I never really gave much thought as to what I wanted. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Well it should be something you love, something you’re passionate about. What do you love to do?”

“I love being a superhero but this isn’t exactly a paying job and it’s not like I’m going to be a hero forever.” he muttered.

“We can work with that.” Marinette assured him, “You like helping people right? Maybe there’s something there.”

“Now that you mention it, I would like to do something where I work with kids. Maybe a counselor or something?”

“There you go. You could become a teacher, go to medical school and become a pediatrician, or maybe even a nanny.”

“I think I would prefer being called doctor instead of nanny.” he laughed. “That is something to think about.”

“Whatever you choose just make sure it’s what you want to do.” she told him. Marinette’s phone beeped indicating it was almost dead. “Oh wow, it’s already that late?”

“Hm?” Chat checked the time on his baton, “Geez, I didn’t realize it was so late. We should be getting you home.” he helped her to her feet.

“What about all of this?” Marinette gestured to the balcony.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up after I drop you off.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she picked up the picnic basket, “I’m right across the street, I’d feel bad knowing you’re up here cleaning up everything on your own. Besides, it’ll go faster with both of helping.”

“Thanks. You pack up the picnic and I’ll start on the candles.” Chat looked relieved that he wouldn’t be cleaning up on his own.

Marinette folded the blanket and put it in the bottom of the basket followed by the dishes and leftovers from the picnic. Chat Noir would have to take care of the cushions.

“A little...a lot...madly…” Marinette heard Chat whisper as he blew out the candles.

“Chat? What are you doing?”

“I uh…” he turned around holding one of the candles. Even with the mask she could see the pink flushing his cheeks. “Just blowing out the candles.”

“You were doing the love me, love me not, game. Weren’t you?” she smirked as she took the candle, “Why do you look so sad?”

“Because it landed on not.” he frowned at the flickering flame.

“No it didn’t.” Marinette said earning a confused look from Chat. “What? You did it wrong. It goes a little, a lot, passionately, madly, not at all. So technically this one should be madly.” she blew out the candle.

“Madly…” Chat whispered almost in awe. Their eyes met and neither could tear their gaze away. “Marinette, I…”

“Yes?” she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Why was she nervous all of the sudden?

“I…” Chat took a deep breath and looked away, “I wanted to thank you for helping me clean up again. It was very nice of you.”

“Oh…” Marinette swallowed back her disappointment. Why had she gotten so worked up? What else would she have expected him to say? “It was no problem.”

“Come on, I should be getting you home for your beauty sleep.” he scooped her up with ease and bound back towards her house setting her down on her own balcony gently. “Goodnight.”

“Chat, wait!” she grabbed his tail keeping him from leaving, “I know it may not count for much but I had a great time tonight. I’m actually kinda glad Ladybug didn’t show up.”

Chat Noir smiled back at her shyly, “If we’re being honest...me too. I had a wonderful time tonight. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d love that.” And she really meant it.

“Here,” he handed her a rose, “Till next time.”

She reached out and took the flower, her hand lightly grazing his own. Before she could chicken out she stood up on her toes and left a small kiss on his cheek. “Till next time.” She mumbled trying in vain to hide her blushing face behind the equally as red flower.

Chat Noir stood there for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened. His mouth open and closed trying to find a response.

Stupid! Stupid! Why did you do that? You just made this so much more uncomfortable! Marinette chastised herself. The trapdoor was right behind her, maybe she could drop down to her bed and hide under the covers.

Before she could execute her escape plan she felt a pair of hands grasp her shoulders and was pulled forward until her face was a mere hair away from Chat’s. He left a lasting kiss on her forehead before pulling away. “Goodnight, Marinette.”

He gave her one last broad smile before jumping from the balcony and disappearing across the rooftops. Marinette rushed to the railing and watched him leave a wistful smile of her own lighting up her blushed face. “Goodnight, Chat Noir.”

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taykhhsins · 6 years

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The Vibe

Previously on... Masterlist

Chapter IV

It has been two weeks since the concert, and my name and face were plastered all over the media. The overwhelmingly positive reviews of the song and my performance with Sik-k has been the biggest energy boost for me. I have too much inspiration for songs now, I've run throw my notebook. When I’m not writing songs in the studio or making videos for my channel, Jay and Cha Cha have been running me all over Seoul to prepare for the music video and meeting important people in the industry. When I do go to my hotel I'm sleeping within minutes.

Jon and I are playing phone tag right now, we never catch it other at the right time. I hope this doesn’t become a trend in our relationship. Of course, I could be a Higher music artist in the states, like most of my future label mates, but seeing how beautiful Korea makes me not wanna go back. Yeah, I miss Jon and my family but… Korea has been so welcoming to me musically. I don't know what I’m gonna do.

But I can't think about that stuff right now. I need to focus on filming this music video. Being a Youtuber I’m comfortable in front of the camera, but I’m not usually acting in my videos. When we were tossing video ideas around I suggested they hire a model to play the main girl. The song is a very flirty chill song, so I know the video would have to match. I didn’t want to be in a position that would make Jon jealous, but they insisted I be the main girl. So here I am on set cuddled up with Kwon on this small ass coach. We were shooting in this cute little house in Busan, right on the beach. We shot our solo shots earlier the morning to take advantage of the natural light. They want the romantic sunset to be the background of our couple shots.

“Alright Sik-k, for this next shot, your gonna rap this part as you look into her eyes.” The director says a handheld camera in his left hand.

“Like this” Sik asks his thumb lifting up my chin just like the director said. When our eyes met I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, since we weren’t filming at the moment I could afford to be goofy. Sik-k laughs and pushes my face away.

“Yeah something like that” The director chuckles out “maybe will do another take with that ugly face, it'll be cute” he adds before backing up to get in position.

“all of her takes have that ugly face, she can’t help it” Sik-k jokes earning an elbow to his ribs.

“oops just trying to get in position… my bad.” I mumble dismissing his yelp of pain. He plucks my chin just as they yell action. We look into each other's eyes as he raps his part. We did a couple of shots like that so the editor had options for the final video.

“okay for this next one, Vibe, you’ll sing to him, but towards the end of the chorus grab Sik Hand and you'll both walk off to the left and out the door. Got it?” Asks the director, I nodded along as I pictured what he wanted in my head.

“so as I say ‘Wanna spend all my time with you, come to explore life with me babe’, I lead Sik out of the house?”

“Right!” He confirmed moving to where he’d film us. “start the track” he calls out when everything is in position. When the music started, I did as he asked. But as I go to pull Sik-k up, he was like dead weight. His stupid smirk settled on his face, I could tell he was trying to hold his laugh in.

“Min Sik Kwon!” I exclaimed, letting a few giggles slip through my lip. His face cracks into the stupid laugh he was holding in. “you're so annoying” I mumble popping his hand.

“Reset! Let's do this again, c’mon Sik” the director calls.

I sat back down and cuddle up close to him again. They play the track again and I do my part. This time everything goes as planned. We shoot a couple more clips before cutting for a break.

“ I'm happy you did this shoot with me… it can be really awkward doing that intimate stuff with a model” Sik confessed as he relaxes into the coach. “I was really worried when you were arguing for us to hire one.”

“I wasn’t so sure about doing it… like you said it's kind of intimate, so I was worried about my boyfriend.” I say letting a deep sigh escape my lips. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms tight around them. “I have gotten a chance to explain the concept to him, so I still a little meh about it,” I confess. I don’t wanna argue with him over bull shit, but at the same time it would be worse if I don't tell him at all and he finds out like the rest of the world.

“Do you think he’ll really get upset about it?” He chucks a little, but I can't help but think back to that day, Jon, got mad about them feeding me fucking food. If he could get mad about something so innocent who’s to say he won't about this. Anytime I bring up the guys he gets so salty and annoying that I don't wanna talk to him anymore. I pretty much hate talking to him now

“He got upset when I told him that y'all were feeding me food when we went out to eat a while back.”

“Is that why you slap are hand away now?” Sik-k’s annoyance was evident on his face and it only deepens when I nodded my head.

“Think about this way, wouldn’t you been on edge if your girl was in another country surrounded by men all the time?”

“I don’t know…I guess I wouldn't be too thrilled that another man was putting food in my girl's mouth.” He says with a sigh. “But this is work, it's how we get known and start making that money. He is gonna have to get over that if he wants to date an Idol.” He adds gesturing around to all of the cameras and people.

Everything he said was right… doing music videos like this is part of the job description. Being on set shooting has been so fun, and I’m not gonna give it up because he is a little insecure. As much as I don’t wanna piss him off, I wanna enjoy my time here. These experiences I'm having are once in a lifetime, I can spend my time tiptoeing around trying not overstep boundaries I don't even know are there

“Hey, tell your boyfriend that your gonna be my Platonic date to this award show coming up.” Sik demands putting emphasis on the word “Platonic”.

“Why I gotta be your date, hmm? Got turned down by that girl from the club?” I tease. He pushes at my shoulder and I fall over on my side, still laughing. Hanging around Sik can have just as many serious moments as funny ones. He knows how to cut the tense in the air. Being around Sik was just relaxing to me

“It’s so we can promote the song, besides we are performing there anyway”

That revelation made me stop laughing immediately as I sat up to look at him.

“What's with that look? They didn’t tell you?”

“No, they ain’t said shit to me! When is it?” Just as my questions slip through my lips the two CEOs stroll on to set. “Hey! When were you gonna tell me we were performing at an awards show?” My question catching them by surprise.

“We were just asked like two days ago,” Jay says

“We actually came to tell you now… though Min Sik could keep that mouth shut.” Chase says smacking min Sik in the back of his head. He yelped loudly grabbing at the back of his head

“I didn’t know it was a secret” He hisses

“Well, when is it… I didn’t really pack for an award show.”

“It's this Friday, and your look has already been taken care of,” Chase says leaning over the couch in-between Min Sik and me

“We have a styles getting a couple of looks for you to choose from when the day comes” Jay adds his two cents. “How's the music video coming along?”

While Sik filled them in on the progress of the video I checked my phone. I had a few texts from Autumn, Marcus, and Jon. I quickly texted the first two back and let Jonathan's text sit for a little longer. He asked what I was up too and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell him exactly what yet. Before coming out to Korea I wouldn’t have hesitated to tell him, and I can’t say I know exactly how we got here in these short two weeks. If our love is to work we have to be completely upfront right? I mean he has been honest with his feelings and so should I.

I typed out several variations of a text, but they all mean the same thing. It was a simple thing to say so why couldn't I just say it? “I'm shooting a music video with Sik-k. Oh, and I’m going with him to an award show.” It doesn’t matter how I say it, I know the reaction was gonna be the same. Just as the Director called for the end of the break, I hit send and turned off my phone. I’ll deal with the reaction later.

I didn’t get a reply until on the day of the award show, two days later.

“Ok.” was all it said and I after being ignored for two days I wasn’t exactly in the mood to reply back to him. It helped that really didn’t have time to text him back anyway with preparing for my performance.

Higher Music and AMOG rented the penthouse of this fancy hotel not far from the venue. We all slept here last night because we had a long day of rehearsal and Jay didn’t want us to be late or anything. Jay Park “the professional” was on the clock now and everything had to be perfect. He made us run through the song ten times until it was how he liked it. I couldn’t hate on him

At the moment we were chilling eating Dinner before we had to get dressed up… Well, the guys where. I was standing in front of a rack full of clothes. I needed to decide what I would wear on the red carpet. I run my fingers across the soft fabrics. This was my first red carpet appearance and I needed to make a great impression. Debuting to an entire country on national Tv is different than debuting at an underground hip-hop club, this was more damning. H1gher Music could decide not to sign me based off this and that would be the single most devastating thing in my life right now

“Put on a runway for us.” Hoody suggests before taking another sip of her sujo. All the boys nod in agreement. I agree, having their opinion would help me make a choice. The stylist and I wheel the rack into my room and she puts me in the first outfit. It was a light pink pants suit with a black low cut bodysuit. I slipped on the white pumps she picked out.

Checking myself out in the full-length mirror, I didn’t hate the look. It was perfectly tailored to me, but it didn’t feel like something id wears.

“Shall we show them?” The stylist asks already headed for the door. I follow after her out to the rowdy crowd. Grey gestures for me to do a spin and I do, Showing them all sides of the outfit. I even took the suit jacket off to show them the bodysuit more.

“Next,” they all say, and with a sigh of relief I go and change. It was like that for the next two outfits, but the next one… damn. It was a white off the shoulders dress. stopping at the middle of my thigh and the sleeves pooled nicely at my wrist.

“This is the one” I mumble to myself as I look in the mirror. Slipping on some pumps that matched my skin tone, I walked out to see the reaction of the peanut gallery. They dropped silently when their eyes landed on me. I did a spin like the other times, but when I turned around they still hadn’t said anything. I looked down at it because maybe it really wasn't the one. Maybe it looked way uglier than I thought

“so?” I ask a little put off by their quietness

“This is the one. We don’t need to see more.” Min Sik said walking over to me.

“You look stunning.” Hoody says clapping

“You aren't allowed to stand by me… fucking steal my shine” Jay says jokingly

“Are you sure it isn’t cause I’m even taller in heels?” I say trying not to laugh in his face, but hearing everyone else dying got me.

“Ha ha Ha our Erin thinks she’s so damn funny” He mumbles walking into his own room to get dressed.

The van ride was filled with laughter, so I didn’t have a chance to feel nervous, but once we pulled up to the venue It all came rushing in on me. Seeing the red carpet, the fans, and all the Cameraman has me running through all the ways I could fuck up. What if I trip over in front of all these peoples? Or my dress falls apart?

“Stop shaking, you’ll be fine.”Min Sik whispered in my ear. I didn’t realize that my leg was shaking until Sik-k rested his hand on my knee. “I’ll be right there with you. Just breath”

I took a deep breath and exhaled just as the doors to the van slide open. Cameras flashed rapidly and the sounds of fans filled my ears. Jay and Chase got out first then the rest followed before it was just me and Min Sik.

“I'm not gonna let you fall,” He says before getting out. He takes off his suit jacket and blocked me from the cameras as I climbed out. When I stood next to him I helped him put his jacket back on. His hand resting on my back and guiding me down the carpet.

We stop every couple of feet to take photos; sometimes with the entire group, or just me and him, or just one of us. When we finally get inside the venue, I let out a breath, I didn’t know I was holding, out. We followed staff to our seats. They put us on the left of the main stage up in the balcony. I looked around at the venue, It was quickly filling up with Idols and fans. The coaches next to us were empty, but not for long. I watched as a staffer collected the name tags off the seats before I could see who would be sitting next to us.

“Oh my fucking God” I let slip as the seven men walked in, It was BTS. Sik pinched my sides before laughing. He knew just how much of an ARMY I was. Honestly, anyone who watches my videos knows I am the biggest ARMY. I make dance covers and lookbooks inspired by them. This moment is like getting that DM from Jay all over again.

I stood up with everyone else and greeted them, before taking our seats again.

Jay leaned down next to my ear “Don’t start fangirling” He teases.

“Leave me alone,” I say pushing his face back. But I can still hear his stupid laugh. “I really want their autograph” I mumble to Sik hoping he would keep it between us. I clear forgot who I was talking to and who I was surrounded by.

“Well let go get it,” Jay says standing up.

“what- wait-“ before I could stop him he had already gotten their attention. I slowly turned around in my seat to see them looking at us.

“Hey my friend is … what do you call your fans again?” He asks

“ARMY.” they say and my little heart damn near explodes.

“Yeah she's a huge ARMY, always listening to your music” Chase chimes, and Sik pushes me to stand up. BTS eyes landed on me and I wanted to go hide somewhere.

“Sorry to bother you” I mumble. “But would it be okay to get a photo… and you guys Autograph” I ask playing with the sleeves of my dress. They looked at each other before nodding.

“Yeah, we’d look to take a picture for an ARMY.” Namjoon says with his signature smile. Sik took my phone and told me to sit in between Jungkook and Jimin.

“Its uh… Nice to meet you guys” I try to say but out of nervousness my Korean pronunciation was shaky. Jimin and Jungkook looked at me confused. I repeat it again but clearly and they smile nodding saying it back.

“Our Erin is so nervous she’s forgetting how to talk, So cute” Sik jokes

“You wanna die? Just take the picture” I grumble making BTS laugh loudly. He sucks his teeth at me before snapping photos. He hands my phone back to me and I look over the photos quickly.

“You watch Anime ?” Jungkook asked pointing at my Spirited away phone case.

“Yeah… Spirited away is my favorite Movie” I say starting a conversation that I didn’t think would end. All the members got in on the conversation… except for Suga or Yoongi. He didn’t say much and didn’t seem that interested in what we were talking about. I didn’t get a bad vibe from him, and I know it was in his nature to be a little more reserved around new people. I gave Jungkook my number so we could play each other in Fortnite, I told him I was gonna kick his ass. Jonathan and I would play each other and I've gotten pretty damn good at the game. I've even bet Sik and Chase when we play during our downtime.

“So do you work for Jay Park?” Jin asks leaning in closer. I notice Yoongi, who was sitting beside him perk up a little.

“I'm on trial for a recording contract with H1gher Music.”

“So are you a rapper?” Yoongi asks quickly

“I can rap a little, but I’m mostly here to sing. Singing is what got be discovered so that what I’m sticking with” I laugh nervously. Knowing that I had Yoongi’s attention mad my fingers rub quickly against my phone case. Yoongi was just as handsome in person as I thought he’d be… well, all of BTS was really.

“That’s really cool, Good luck on your debut.” Taehyung chimes in with his big boxes smile.

“I should get back to my people, It was really nice to meet you guys. I’ve been in ARMY since your debut, keep up the good work.” I say flashing a bright smile before heading back to my seat. Just as I sat down the show started and a Camera was pointed at us. I saw that we were on the big screen and I shyly wave at the camera with Sik-k laughing beside me waving too. We got to watch most of the show, and I had to fight myself from sneaking looks over at BTS throughout the whole show. About halfway through the show Sik-k and I got escorted backstage to get ready for our performance

I quickly change out of my dress and to my performance outfit. Long silk pants and a black bralette. My stylist helps me into a black silk jacket and to put on the chokers she picked out. With one last look in the mirror, I’m out the door. Sik-k and I both walk out of our dressing rooms at the same time.

“Ready E?” he asks as we follow the staff to the side stage

“As Ready as I’ll ever be” I whisper. I feel like I've drunk three cups of espresso and a red bull; I'm a jittery mess all over again. He pats my shoulder in attempts to reassure me, but the thought of performing in front of industry professionals and my favorite Kpop group was making me want to run away. If I fuck up in front of all these peoples I will be the embarrassment of H1gher Music and I just know Jay and Chase won't sign me then.

“When you hit that stage all them nervous are gonna go away.”

“How do you know that.”

“Because you're like me. We get nervous before every performance but when we hear the music we totally forget we were even scared.”

He was right. As soon as I heard the first note, the nervousness of earlier felt silly. My energy feed off the crowds loving reactions and I got lost in the moment. Just like the first time I performed, Sik-k and I played off each other. We danced around each other singing the lyrics like it was just us. Our on-stage chemistry is undeniable. When the sang the last note, I wanted the song to begin again.

The walk back to our seats was filled with compliments from Idols I have looked up too. I was riding on a high that I never want to come down. And the good Vibes didn't end there either, as soon as we entered our section everyone seating they broke out into a round of applause. My cheeks burned as I saw the look of amazement from BTS.

“That was really amazing” Namjoon spoke and his members nodded in agreement. I simply bow my head and say “thank you” because anything more would show just how much I'm freaking out inside. It's one thing to meet your Favorite group, it's another thing for them to compliment you on something. I was just a little flustered

“Now I’m really looking forward to your debut,” Jimin adds

“Fingers crossed that I get signed,” I say with a wink

“She’s too good not to get signed.” I hear Suga mumble and I can feel the burn from my cheeks rush to the tips of my ears. I can’t wipe the smile off my face when he smiles up at me. Before I could say anything I was called back to my seat. I quickly waved goodbye.

Tonight I can't fall asleep because all I can think about is everything that has happened today. A smile was a permitted fixture on my face and I can't say id ever get tired of it. This was the happiest I've ever been in my entire life. This moment right now, the post-performance high still lingering on me as I gaze out my hotel window. It is now that I feel like my dreams are tangible, I can feel it on my fingertips

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