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uneditedidiot · 10 months

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london boy - jamie tartt x reader

london boy

jamie tartt x gn!reader

Summary: series of moments where you and your boyfriend jamie share a love for the song ‘london boy’ by taylor swift. may include some fun karaoke moments. also, phoebe makes an adorable appearance in an ice cream shop.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language (cause duh - it’s Jamie Tartt), fluff, Phoebe being adorable, karaoke dorkiness

A/N: Idk why, but for some reason, the thought of someone singing this song AT Jamie just kept sticking in my head and yes, yes, I know he’s from Manchester, but it sounded so cute. Also if it wasn’t clear, I’m a massive Taylor Swift fan so I had to throw in some love for Taylor, too.

The first time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy by Taylor Swift, he couldn’t help but smile.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and you were dancing around in his living room, the tv blasting the song from the spotify app. He had gone off to grab his phone from another room in between board games and came back to find you singing this song at the top of your lungs and dancing enthusiastically.

He grinned and leant against the doorway with his arms crossed as you sang loudly,

“And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End.

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends.”

You spotted him just watching you and pointed at him as you continued your serenade, slowly dancing your way over to him.

“Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride,

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time!”

You slung your arms around his neck, still singing, pretending to act out the lyrics. His hands found the small of your back.

“They say home is where the heart is,

But God, I love the English!”

You pretended to swoon in his arms, making him laugh wholeheartedly. He spun you around as you continued to sing the lyrics. You both made your way to the middle of the room to have more space to dance and goof off.

“You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you!”

You kept pointing at Jamie throughout the rest of the song whenever the words ‘London Boy’ continued repeating.

When the song was over, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“I like to think that song is from me to you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the next song began.

He pulled back a little with a slightly amused smirk on his face. “Babe, you know I’m from Manchester, right? I ain’t from London.”

You rolled your eyes, your tone deadpan. “Wow, really? How would I ever know?”

Jamie laughed. “Alright, alright. It’s very sweet of you to want to sing that song to me.”

“I just feel like it fits us well,” you replied. “You know, when I met you, we were in London. You lived here and I was new from the States.”

His smile grew. “Like I said – very sweet. But not accurate.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Whatever. Let’s do another game. Uno? 7-Up? Ooh – how about I crush you at Mario Kart?”

The second time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was at an ice cream shop while the two of you were babysitting Phoebe.

“What do you think sounds best, Pheebs?” you asked as the three of you peered into the glass case if ice creams on display.

The little girl was thoughtful. “Hmm…well I think strawberry sounds awfully good, but that straciatella does, too. What do you think, Jamie?”

“You’re right, those do sound good, but I’m a bit of a cookies and cream man, meself,” he said.

Phoebe gasped. “That sounds delicious! Can we all get matching ice creams?”

You laughed. “Three cookies and creams on cones? Or do we want bowls?”

“Only fuckin’ losers get ice cream in bowls,” retorted Jamie. “Waffle cones, obviously.”

Phoebe cleared her throat, smirked, and held out her hand. You nodded your head at him towards her outstretched palm.

“Pay up, Tartt,” you giggled.

He begrudgingly took out a pound note from his pocket. “Well what I said is true. No denyin’ it.”

Phoebe shrugged and she folded the money gingerly and placed it in her little plastic purse. “But Jamie’s right – waffle cones are the only acceptable way to eat ice cream.”

The employee made their way over to the three of you. “What can I get you?”

“Three cookies and cream ice creams on waffle cones, please,” ordered Jamie. “And can we get rainbow sprinkles?”

“You got it,” confirmed the employee.

Jamie stood patiently and waited for your order as you led Phoebe over to a table by the window. In the background, he heard the faint lyricism of Taylor Swift and recognized the song immediately.

“So please show me Hackney,

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street,

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you.

Stick with me, I'm your queen,

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you.

Wanna be with you

Wanna be with you…”

He turned to see you singing the song quietly to Phoebe, who was shimmying in her seat with you. He chuckled lightly at the sight, knowing how much you loved the song and, of course, how much you had liked singing it at him.

He had to admit – it was a good song and quite catchy.

At the table by the window, you were explaining to Phoebe why you loved Taylor Swift so much. “And now she’s re-recording her first seven albums and re-releasing them.”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Phoebe. “Does Jamie like Taylor Swift, too?”

You turned your head to smile at Jamie as he paid for the ice creams. You admired his profile, cheeks going slightly red.

“He’s not as familiar with her songs as I am, but yeah, he likes Taylor.”

“Can I have some help with the ice creams?” he called over to the two of you.

“I can do it!” cried Phoebe. She raced over to Jamie, grabbing two of the cones from him. Walking carefully and keeping her eyes on the frozen treats in her hands, she brought you your serving. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Pheebs,” you smiled. She smiled back.

As Jamie took his seat next to you, Phoebe couldn’t help but ask him, “Do you like that Taylor Swift song that was just playing?”

He eyed you with a warm fondness, then turned back to the little girl. “Course I do. Especially when this one sings it to me.” He nudged you playfully with his shoulder.

“I wonder if Uncle Roy likes that song, too,” Phoebe speculated aloud. She licked her ice cream with a thoughtful expression, smearing sprinkles across her nose.

The third time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was when the whole team was out doing private karaoke in a club after a winning match.

He wasn’t much of a singer himself, preferring to be in the limelight on the pitch and not on the stage, but that didn’t stop him from signing up for a solo.

Bumbercatch had just finished a gut-wrenching performance of My Heart Will Go On, which moved many to tears…from laughing at his dramatic rendition. The whole team burst into thunderous cheers, applauding and screaming.

Isaac, who had deemed himself the host for the night, took his duties very seriously. “Thank you, Bumbercatch, for that incredibly beautiful song. And now, please welcome to the stage, the king of the pricks…Jamie Tartt!”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jamie turned to you, grinned, patted your thigh, and stood as the rest of the room yelled in encouragement. He bounded onstage and took the microphone from Isaac.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Now this number goes out to my favorite person. Enjoy the song, babe!”

He pointed at the DJ and you gasped in recognition.

Jamie smirked at you as he said the opening lines of the song in his Mancunian accent.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter.

Uh, you know, just riding in London.”

“You’re fucking JOKING!” you laughed. Your mouth still agape, Jamie began to sing.

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal.

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.

But something happened, I heard him laughing,

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.

They say home is where the heart is,

But that's not where mine lives…”

The rest of the room began singing along, but your voice was the loudest. You and Jamie never took your eyes off each other. You knew he had learned it just for you.

It was quite an impressive show. Jamie certainly knew how to work a crowd. He’d gotten every single person in the room to wave along with him during the last chorus.

When the song was over, there was an absolute uproar. He’d smashed it.

Isaac took the mic back and Jamie rushed over to you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the team whistled and cheered.

Neither of you listened as Isaac called up the next performer.

“You learned that just for me,” you grinned.

“Duh,” Jamie grinned back.

“My London boy,” you laughed.

“Yours,” he agreed.

And then you danced together as Rebecca absolutely SMASHED a rendition of Love on Top by Beyonce, both of you screaming the lyrics and singing to each other.

But London Boy would always be your song.

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relocatedheads · 2 years

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I cant get him out my head!

( I saw @sarafinatheasassin send this ask to @xxxgalaxyfriendxxx and felt a strong itch to write this :) i hope i’ve done the idea justice )

Summary: “sonic develops a crush on shaodw in sonic 3 and maddie is the one who had to sit him down and give him ‘the talk’ becuase tom is too busy freaking out becuase he wasn’t expecting this at all and poor sonic is just super confused about what’s going on”. Pairings: Sonadow Trigger Warnings: None :) Content Warnings: Short tempered moments

The wachowski’s morning route was set in stone at this point: Maddie does yoga accompanied by Knuckles, Tails is tinkering with some new invention at the dining table, Sonic is helping Tom cook up breakfast - everyones favourite, Pancakes! The radio is pattering nonsense in the back, only really to be heard when Tom hums a song, the true sounds of the room are bowls and spoons tapping, renches cracking and Maddies laughs as Knuckles struggles to remain a fairly simple pose. Sonic and Tom laugh too through the window, obviously causing the Echidna to growl at his counter parts.

“You wanna go tell them it’s pancake time?” Tom bumps Sonic, whilst putting the pan on the stove.

“If he pounces at me, its your fault!” The boy left the room to get his brother and mum. He’s joined moments later with both. The boys understand its time to sit at the table and it’s now Maddies turn to be kitchen helper. A brief welcome-back kiss and a choir of ‘ewww’s are the sounds of the room. Maddie turns the radio up slightly as she dots about getting the toppings.

“It’s 8am and it’s time for the morning news. We have a few stories for you this morning, folks. There was a serious accident the west side of state last night and roads heading in and out are still either closed or at a stand still, household bills are hitting an all time high and the govner is due in court this afternoon to being talks to help this crisis and GUN have sent out a public statement sharing they’re reopening the research project, Project Shadow, after 50 years of inactivity.” The reporter signs off and the sounds of the room reenter pop space.

Maddie and Tom share a look, “Project Shadow? Are they mental?” Tom gasps.

“I don’t see why now. Wasn’t it too dangerous?”

“Well it has been 50 years-“

“Whats Project Shadow?” Tails interups.

“Some research project to create a remedy for illness. There was a scientist who spent years on it, he tried to create this ultimate life form but everyone presumed it was a waste because it got shut down after a while and nothing was to show for it.’ Maddie informed the boys, serving their plates simultaneously.

“Ultimate life form.” Sonic laughs, “That's so pretentious!”

“My father used to tell me about it. He had some odd interest in it. Perhaps because it was so far advanced for that time, i won’t know. But its actually quite sad. The scientist had a sick grandaughter, can’t remember what was wrong with her but it wasn’t easy on them.” Tom finished, filling the seats at the table.

“Did she die and that caused him to retire his project?” Sonic asked.

“I remember losing my father, it made me want to protect the master emerald even more. Why would he dishonour his purpose?” Knuckles retorted.

“Humans suffer when losing people, Big Guy. Some of us will get stronger but others lose themselves a little.” Maddie told him directly, returning her attention to the rest, she continued “Nobody knows if her dying caused the case to go under, nobody knows when she died. It kinda just…. stopped.”

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“Nice to see you showed up, Hedgehog!” Robotnik yelled from his robot.

“I always show up, Robotnik!”

“See you’ve brung your friends with you, too! How sweet!” The 3 exchanged looks “I’m getting that emerald back even if it means i have to kill you”

“Over my dead body!” Knuckles retorted, the doctor laughed.

“Knuckles! You can’t send offers like that!” Tails facepalms.

“Is that how its gonna be?” robotnik laughs, sending the first hit.

The team battle for a short while, Tails using his dining table inventions to aid him, Sonic spin dashing and Knuckles crushing. The team hold themselves well against the doctors tech. “I’m going too easy on them!” He yells to Stone,

“Does this mean-“ Stone begins

“-Show them who we’ve got? Release him.” Robotnik finishes.

On ground, the ragtag team find themselves stood in a back to back huddle awaiting the next move. The move is unprepearable, a blacked out frame similar to Sonic’s is thrown in front of them. The distance between the 2 groups is filled with a low growl from Knuckles, a gasp from Tails and a squint from Sonic. He knew how shadows worked… his shouldnt be that high up-

Sonic could see the eyes, hands, mussle, feet of the new foe but couldn’t register how something that looked exactly his shape existed. His eyes took it all in, similar build, similar stance but all too unfamilar. The black fur, the white tuft, the panting stance, the red framed boots, the rings. He knew this creature was, too, a hedgehog but it felt so too different to be one. The figure dissapeared, the trio found themselves spining around looking for it.

Knuckles was first. He got swept off his feet almost within an instant, the black blur had thrown the lad to the floor, disapearing once more. “What- Who was that!” Knuckles grumbled to his crew. Sonic stood in sheer shock, Tails ran straight to help his fallen mate.

Sonic felt his brows knot instantly, he looked around for the culprit. “Ahh!” Tails squilled as the blur reappeared, taking the fox in his hands. Sonic knew he should be angry, he should be defending his brothers, but for as much as his brain was screaming at him, he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch, mouth a gape, browed scrunched, breath held. All he could look at was the stranger.

The foe turned his direction to the blue hedgehog. Sonic felt an unfamilair ping, he wasn’t scared but he wasn’t his overly confident sassy self. In the corner of his eye he could see Knuckles regaining himself paying his attention to the fox, but the majority of his vission was given to his darker counterpart. At a speed hes only used to experiencing, never witnessing, he’s clutched by 2 white hands, running him away from his friends. His eyes clocks to his face, taking in the piecing red eyes, similarly point nose and red liner around his eyes.

“I thought you were mean to be the strongest creature in the galaxy?” He spoke in a low gravelled angry voice. Sonic didn’t answered, “Where’s the emerald!” The being threw Sonic to the floor, “Answer me!” “Do you know who i am?”

“I-um..”

“Sonic! What are you doing!” Tails yelled from the sidelines. Sonic didn’t know how to answer, he didnt know what to do, he didnt know how to move. This creature was straddled above him, throwing his fists at him and he was taking it. He’s never done this in his life.

“Why won’t you answer me!” The being grabbed the sides of Sonic’s face, “I’m the ultimate life form! Ignore me and you’ll regret it, hedgehog-”

‘ultimate life form’. the words tattooed themselves to Sonics brain, conversations from the other day flew into his head. His brain hyper focused on them 3 words to the point he could see nothing but the boy atop of him. Was this ‘project shadow’? Was this the remedy? Why would a he be after an emerald? Why? How does he know about them-

He was balled off the hero in a grey haze. Turns out Tails had a net shooter on him too!

As the figure was flung to the floor, Sonic was bolted up right. “This isn’t over yet, Faker.” The stranger disapeared yet again.

Knuckles was by Sonic, lending him an arm to lean on, Tails walked over to the two, “Hey, Sonic, are you alright?”

Sonic was staring at the bundle of netting on the dirt, cold confusion, “I-I um..” Knuckles and Tailed shared a glance.

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The crew were playing baseball, Knuckles on back stop, Tails swinging, Maddie and Tom in the field and Sonic batting.

“You got this, Sonic!” Maddie cheered

Sonic set himself us, staring at the ball, settling himself into the sand. He sighed into his concentration, but the moment the built up air left his lungs, his brain left the situation. Red cold eyes were his focus, the close us face of a stranger, pretty red eyes framed with red liner, a small point nose and a seemingly constant frown.

“Strike 1!” Tom yelled.

“Huh-?” Sonic zoned himself back in, shaking his head. Everyone staring his way.

“You okay bud?” Tom tilted his head,

“Yeah! Just testing you guys!” He lied, faking his laugh and confidence

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“Tails, Darling, twist the spaghetti around you fork, like this,” Maddie giggled at the poor fox.

“Oh! Thank you!”

“How dare you dishonour me, spaghetti! Am I not worthy!”

It was the wachowski’s spag bowl night. They often had dinner together, chatting about their days and telling old stories. It’d been a few days since Sonic met Shadow, and it was consuming his life. Today he found himself shifting off mentally to think about the hedgehog. Right now, he could feel his family talking but he couldn’t comment on what the topic was. He was sitting with his head propped up on one hand and his other twirling the pasta around his fork. His mind was racing about this hedgehog, and his pretty sharp feature, low rippled voice, his roughness and his-

“Bud?” He was pulled back with a nudge to his foot. He looked up, Tom had whispered to him, “You okay?”

Sonic propped a smile on his face and gave a nod, enthusiastically eating a forkful. He quickly fell back into his daydream. Wondering what it’d be like to have that hedgehog here with him.

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Today, Sonic woke up to having the hedgehog on his mind. He’d dream about him. A simple, fluffy nonsense dream. The two in a tuff, Shadow (he was assuming this was his name due to the project title) pinning his arms above his head, heavy breathing. The two somehow ending their wrestle in a kiss.

He woke up somber that day, not particularly wanted to leave his bed. Tom breakfast making buddy unheard of that morning was a first.

“Where's Sonic, boys?”

“Asleep, Lord of Doughnuts.” Knuckled reported, sitting on the counter.

“What-? He’s usually well awake by now?” Maddie huffed, leaning into Tom who was cooking eggs.

“He hasn’t been himself lately.”

“Maybe he’s getting ill. Do you guys get sick?” She looked over to the red echidna, who was a mouthful of grapes. He nodded,

“Rarely. But it happens!” He mumbled through the grapes.

The humans share a glance, Maddie ruffled Knuckles spins and kissed Toms cheek, heading for the stairs to their attic. She knocked on the entrance, no answer. “Sonic? Can I come in?”

“Mmm”

“I’m coming in.” She opened the hatch, seeing her boy still tucked up in bed. “You feeling okay, Mister?”

“Yeah.”

She sat on his bed, he reluctantly moved his feet, sighing. She put the back of her hand to his forehead, he had no temperature. “You sure? You’re never in bed this late?”

“Yes. I've already told you.”

She raised her brows at him, “hm”, She looked around the room, “Well im here if you need me. Also you need to clean up a little in here. You three are too messy.” He hummed a reply, it made her smile sadly, “Get up, Sonic. Your breakfast is gonna go bad.” She stood up to leave the room, “And a bad diet will make running very heard for you!”

He huffed, turning in his bed again.

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The 3 boys were chilling in their room, Sonic laying upside down on his bed, Knuckles and a pot of grapes slumped in the bean bag, Tails laying belly down on the floor tails swirling absentmindedly.

“Sonic, can we talk about the other week?” Tails offered

“What’s up buddy?” Sonic smiled, like his usual self

“You dishonored us in the face of an enemy!” Knuckles pipped up, raising his grape holding fists. Sonic looked away at this, he was still annoyed at himself.

“i wouldn’t put it like that, Knuckles. But are you okay Sonic?”

“Yeah, i guess, i never expected there to be another- another me! yaknow?” The blue hog was now fiddling with his fingers.

“Did it shock you? You never freeze up?”

“He- I don’t know.” Sonic rolled himself onto his belly, “I can’t get him out of my head-” The other boys narrowed their eyes to him, “Like, he called himself the ultimate life from. Like what mum and dad were speaking about! But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used to declare his love to her-” Knuckled added

“Knuckles, I don’t think Sonic feels that way”

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“should we take the boys to get icecream?” Tom suggested rolling onto Maddie, who was relaxing on the sofa.

She laughed, “Is this you being a kind dad, or you using your own ice cream wanting through them?”

“Maaaaybe, but you know you want some too.. i know oozie does.”

They shared a quick kiss, “You go round them up, i go start the car?”

Tom bolted up, walked down the hall to the loft hatch, he got a few steps up the ladder about to knock-

“But i dont know why i cant stop thinking about him!”

“How does thinking of him make you feel?”

“Um- Weird. Like, i can’t do anything. He won’t leave my head. I get tingly hands sometimes.”

“Mum said once she used to get tingly hands when dad used-”

Tom speed down the ladder as quietly as he could, running to the garage where Maddie was, he grabbed her hands as she was about to enter the kitchen and sat her back in the car, shh’ing her the whole way.

“Are you-”

“I THINK SONIC HAS A CRUSH.”

“What!”

“I went to knock for the boys and i heard them talking. Sonic said something about not being able to not think about someone! he said he gives him tingly fingers! Knuckles said something about how you’d tingly fingers with me but i left before he finished!”

“Oh my god!”

“What do we do! I knew this would happen but no so soon!”

“This explains why's he not been himself lately!”

“Wait- Who do you think it could be?”

“Who has he meet lately-?” Just as these words left Maddies mouth, the two shared a knowing look. The boys had shared their encounter with them, they were both aware of Sonic stumbling but had palmed it off to nervousness.

“Oh no. This is even worse! He can’t- He’s gonna just be pining. There’s no way” Tom felt himself deflate at the idea of his sons first love being so unavailable. “Theres no chance they’ll ever see each other again or even, anything! He couldnt’ve fallen for Knuckles”

“How is that any easier-”

“At least he sees Knuckles and it could be spoken through- but now he’s going to go through all the pining and teenage emotions. Maddie i can’t do this- he’s still a kid!”

“Okay, Okay. Tom, i’ll speak to him. He’ll get through it! We don’t even know for sure yet”

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“Mum?” Maddie heard a small voice, behind her.

She turned to see Sonic, in a dishevelled state, quills unbrushed. “You okay, darling?” She was making hers and Toms bed, she had set the pillow down feeling the room go heavy, he pattered on his feet for a moment, scratching his arms.

“Can I-umm” She could his eyes going glassy, “Eh-” He took a breath, “Can I tell you something?” She nodded, sitting on the bed, welcoming him. Once sat, he continued, “Erm-” He sighed, looking at his hands.

“Hug?” She asked, arms out. The hedgehog fell into her arms, melting instantly. She felt his tight shoulders. “Take your time, bud. It’s only me and you.” Sonic seemed to fall apart at that. She felt his small sob, and his hand hold her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment or two, letting Sonic direct the next move.

He pulled away, sipping his nose, sniffing. “Ew, im sorry- I- I don't know what come over me.”

“it’s okay, darling. We all cry sometimes.” She smiled

“Mum?” She nodded “I um- You know what black hedgehog we met a few weeks ago?” Maddie nodded again, “And you know how we all are almost aware he’s Shadow, like The-Project-Shadow Shadow?” Another nod was given. “Well- err-”

“Take your time,”

Sonic huffed,” I think I like him. But I dont know why. Or how I could. I’ve only met him once. But he won’t get out my head. Mum! Everything I do, I think about him- like he’s even in my dream now. I get jelly hands sometimes thinking about him and Knuckled told me you got that with dad. But you and dad had met loads of time- And I can’t like someone who's trans hurt me- How can I-” The hedgehog work vomited

“Breath, kiddo.” She put her hand on his now pink cheek. “Liking people can hit was anytime, any place, any intensity.” Sonic nodded, “You're okay to feel this was- it’s cute. Thank you for being so honest” He smiled at being called cute. “What do you like about him?”

“I keep thinking about his voice!” Sonic throw himself face down in the bed, “It’s so cringe- but it keeps replaying in my head. And his face- his eyes, Mum.” Maddie chuckled to herself, remembering being in this situation but with Tom. “I still feel his hands on mine and it-”

“It makes them feel all fuzzy and not real?”

“Yes!” Maddie laughed, “What do I do?”

“Live in it, Sonic. You can’t do anything right now, but you’ll get a moment. Like how you and Knuckles had your moment to settle your peace, you’ll get your moment with this Shadow.”

“But what if I mess it up! Mum, he wants to kill me! He’s after the think we’re protecting! Knuckles will kill me before he does!”

“I can’t answer that. Only you know that one. But you know better than anyone, everyone has a cover they show everyone else. Maybe he’s not a rude killing machine and it’ll just a play-”

“Hmm But I can’t function around him!”

She laughed, “You’ll figure it out, bud. Thank you for telling me. Remember to breath through it all, refocus yourself.”

Sonic jumped at her for a hug, “Thank you mum! I knew you’d understand better than Knuckles and Tails”

“What’d they say?”

“Tails told me to not star at him if we battle again, he said its very creepy. Knuckles told me, if I ‘dishonour the master emerald, I will dishonour the family name’” He put on a fake Knuckled accent. Maddie laughed.

“If you do meet again, chat to him. He may need that”

“I’ll try”

“Now, you can help me make this bed”

“No!”

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sweetmariihs2 · 1 year

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♡ Eddie Munson + Lana Del Rey inspired playlist ♡

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A Lana Del Rey playlist/song recommendations for Eddie Munson fans because I listen to Lana and daydream about him literally everyday 💋

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Brooklyn Baby — the lyrics are inspired by Lana's own life while she was living in Brooklyn. The song has a very sweet and catchy melody, she talks about how her boyfriend plays guitar in a band and how her life is with him. They are opposites though, which makes me believe that is the same aesthetic Lana uses in other songs: a rockstar/metalhead boyfriend dating her POV, a very feminine girlfriend, who probably loves girly things but also enjoy being like him wearing leather jackets and overall being with him everywhere he goes. Also Lana loves vintage vibes so she makes sure that her songs will sound like a 60', 70's or 80's life, even if it doesn't fit the musical style of that specific era.

Groupie Love — The POV is dating a guitarist, he's playing in a bar and having fun doing what he likes, and she's in the crowd admiring him being himself. She knows that everytime he looks up (in my interpretation maybe dancing or feeling the music) he's thinking about her, and he's her 'groupie love'. She loves listening to him, because she knows he's doing it just for her and not for everybody cheering him in the crowd. It fits better in a rockstar!au, but I like to think about the small Corroded Coffin at the Hideout with their five drunk fans (and Eddie's girlfriend obviously)

West Coast — I know she's talking about she and her metal biker black leather jacket boyfriend in a beach, but for me my scenario is more important ok???(lol) Apart from the beach, she's dating a musician (yes, again, metal, jacket, etc) and it's not talking specifically about a subject or a discussion, she's just using her words to make us imagine a scenario: she loves her boyfriend, watch him dancing and dances with him, describes that he's crazy and apparently smokes with her because she says "cubano" and maybe it's not about Cuba but actually a brand of cigarettes. And she also says that "you got the music in you, don't you?". Which means yes, he's definitely a musician.

Florida Kilos — "white lines, pretty baby, tatoos; don't know what they mean, they're special just for you". The whole song she's talking about using drugs with her boyfriend. That's it, these are the lyrics. She also says that she's not afraid of going to prision if he's at her side lol (personally I don't like this one that much but maybe some of you will, idk)

Sad Girl — I know I KNOW GUYS this song talks about being in love with someone who just uses you and go sleep with other women, i know and i'm sorry, but it's here because of these lyrics: "but you haven't seen my man, you haven't seen him; He's got the fire and he talks with it, he's got the fire and he walks with it" just win in it for me i'm sorry guys i'm too weak

Pretty When I Cry — let's be real it's just because of the guitar I'M SORRY GUYS I CAN'T HELP MYSELF I THINK ABOUT THIS MAN 24/7 (the whole ultraviolence tho,,, man just look at these aesthetics, they are just so 💋🤌 dating eddie (except for the toxic parts (they're in most of the album)))

Guns And Roses — again Lana it's talking about her boyfriend, and this song got into this list since the first sentence: "heavy metal love of mine,...". I think that the only incorrect parts here is that Eddie wouldn't like Guns N Roses because he's more into thrash metal than glam metal, and historically these two don't get along very well, also Eddie is not a biker but whatever. If it's Lana's metal boyfriend scenario then i'm here for it (and she also says this: "cause he was so much better than the rest of them, out of all the others he was the honest man" and i'm like 'his friends right???? Hellfire?? Corroded Coffin???? He's different from them cause he's special for you, it's ur love honey 💋)) ok i'll stop, im getting too far and humiliating myself at this point

Backfire — she's living in a trailer park with her boyfriend, they fight a lot but she's still madly in love with him (and again is a black leather type of guy, cause she calls him "my mafiosi rock n' roll high" lol). He's doing some illegal things she doesn't talk about in the song, and the cops are constanly trying to search their trailer, asking them to come outside. She already told him to stop with that thing, but he doesn't seem to listen, and she is very sad about that because she wanted to have a normal life with the man she loves. Apparently there's no other option, she loves him and thought she could change him 'like the others'(her words), but doesn't know how. She keeps telling him that this thing is gonna "backfire' someday, but he doesn't listen. He says that "it's not something he choose, the trouble follows him and it's been like that since the day he begin."

Prom Song/Teenage Wasteland — AHHHH THIS ONE IS SO HAPPY FINALLY SOMETHING CUTE *crying*// Lana is living an american school girl life, with prom, prom queen, studing, seeing him in the school hall, him walking her home while holding her hand, saying "be my valentine". She describes him as the brightest star she had ever seen, and it's so happy now. They kiss while watching television until the sunrise, she literally says "you see me in the hall like "hello, hello", up against the wall like "let's go, let's go". And it's so cheesy omg it remembers me of those movies, like 10 things i hate about you or breakfast club, just like, like cmon it's perfect for our Eddie Munson high school dating scenario guys, it's so cute. I forgot to mention, but they look like they just finished/are finishing high school, and everything she wants to do is getting out of this town, running away with him. "Let me get you out of this town, let me do it right now baby, dancing till dark staying forever young; let's get out of this place, cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland". Do you guys remember that in the sinposis of the book that hasn't even released yet (lol flight of icarus) Eddie said that all he wanted to do is run away from Hawkins? This song is like "hey, like, we just finished our dream high school, this town is full of shallow people, do you wanna run away with me?" LIKE GUYS CMONNNN ARRGHHRH IT'S PERFECT FOR OUR LITTLE FANFICS (it has the same vibes from miss americana and the heartbreak prince by Taylor Swift, but even cheesier and happier, i love this song).

Yes To Heaven — it's just cute and i love the instrumental, sound like a 90's romance movie ((let me be))

TV in Black And White —NABSBDBDB i'm so sorry for this one but this fits so well. Lana is, like in the last song, singing in a very cheesy way. With her tone I can almost see in front of my eyes Lana like one of those ladies wearing pink inside of an all vintage pink house, and in the song she's crying to herself, but it's because her boyfriend got arrasted LMAOOO i'm sorry but it's so sad listening to her sing "i won't tell a single soul how you spend your nights, in that single cell, holding your pillow tight *crying*" like GIRRLLLL HE JUST GOT ARRESTED HE'S NO BABYGIRL STOP HANSBSHSBB omg i hate how this fits so much and it's so funny, poor eddie

Lake Placid — this post

Pink Champagne/Let Me Love You Like A Woman — the same post

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Overall Eddie is always on my mind so sometimes I see things that don't exist lol. I tried to mention the most obvious ones, but I see him in almost every Lana song because she creates a vintage vibe and she has this big crush in rock n roll type of guys, loving to write songs about them, even when she's talking about a sad subject like in Ultraviolence (domestical abuse) or Black Beauty (depressed partner). They still make me think about him, but just because i remember of him, not relating these abusive characters to my sweet nerdy guy, never

I'm 100% sure that everyone thought about Eddie in at least one of these songs before finding my blog, but I did what nobody did, made a full list of all of them

Hope you liked folks <3

You can always tell me about other songs and if it really fits I'm gonna edit this and write the reasons, like I did with these few. Also i'm sorry if i did any mistake in my writing, i can read in english but writing and talking it's hard since it's not my mother language, i'm really proud of myself actually, almost didn't used any translator to make this. Omg i'm writing in english that's so cool IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING THAT LONG

okay thanks for your attention

bye ♡

listen to the songs please they are all so good

#eddie munson #lana del rey #stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #ultraviolence #please this took so long to make

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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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Diamonds and Rust [2/5: Missed Connection] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 1170 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Eddie is kind of a simp Summary: Eddie works up the courage to bring a gift by your place of work, reminiscing on the first time you met along the way, only to find that you aren't there. Also posted on AO3

A/N: While the rest of this fic is in your traditional reader insert 2nd person perspective, this chapter is in the 3rd person! Just cause I really wanted to make Eddie's train of thoughts and feelings very clear in this chapter. It'll be back to 2nd person for the last 3 chapters!

There’s bound to be holes burned into the floor of Eddie Munson’s trailer, the way he’s spent all morning pacing back and forth.

Today’s the day.

He planned this for weeks, spent just as much time working up the courage to deliver this mixtape as he did curating the track list and recording the songs off the radio, but he’s finally doing it. The tracks are written as neatly as he could manage on the sleeve, though it still looks no better than chicken scratch to him. On the opposite side, he’s penned a short-but-sweet message explaining why he picked each one, or why they remind him of her. Frankly, they all remind him of her, because she’s the only person he thinks of when he hears a good song, now.

It’s no secret that he doesn’t have the most conventional taste in music, and it’s something he’s come to terms with over the years; it’ll be rare to find someone whose tastes align with his so well, but it seems that her’s do. He’s been planning this since the first time they met.

On his first visit to the little second hand store on the edge of town, he decided to browse the tee shirts and see if anything interesting stood out to him. He wasn’t expecting much, but he got to the Hideout much earlier than his bandmates and he had some time to kill, so why not? He thumbed through racks of duds. Hawkins High and Purdue University spirit wear and “Official Indiana State Fair Produce Judge.” Hand drawn designs and many, many local business logos. Just as he was starting to give up hope, flipping even faster through the hangers, a familiar face caught his eye. Going back to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, he breathed out an excited, “ Finally! ” as he pulled the Iron Maiden shirt off of the rack and threw it over his shoulder to keep looking.

“Find what you’re looking for?” Her voice caught him off guard. Obviously he knew that someone must have been working in this place, but he had seen nobody when he came in. He didn’t jump at her voice, no, he just…moved on very quickly to the next rack, but she definitely noticed, a melodic laugh accompanying her next statement. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, no, you didn’t–” Eddie turned to look at the girl who greeted him and tripped over his words. He could feel the weight of her smile deep in his chest, like it was a sight that he could (and would) commit to memory in seconds flat. Her nose wrinkled as the smile widened, and he forgot how to speak entirely. Jesus Christ, Munson. Just say ANYTHING at this point, what the hell are you doing? “It’s just so quiet in here – I mean, I wasn’t expecting – yes, I did find something. Thank you.” In an effort to look like less of a bumbling fool, he held up the tee shirt, balled up in his fist, making her breathe another soft laugh. He decided at that moment that her laugh was one of his new favorite sounds.

When he deposited the shirt onto the counter and she searched for a price tag, her eyes widened with excitement. She looked from the shirt, to Eddie, and back again, and he suddenly felt very aware of himself, straightening his posture and attempting to tame his mane by running his fingers through it.

“About damn time someone bought this thing,” she said, folding the shirt. There was a hint of color to her cheeks when she added, “if it spent one more week on the rack I was about to take it for myself. Seems like nobody in this town appreciates good music. It’ll be $1.79, if that’s all for you today.”

“Almost nobody,” he corrected, raising his eyebrows and pointing to his own face with both hands. “Some of us actually listen to more than the top 40 radio bullshit. And of course by ‘some of us,’ I mean myself, my bandmates, and like, two freshmen that I took under my wing last year.”

“So not only does he listen to Iron Maiden,” her eyes flicked to the various patches and buttons on his vest, “Motorhead, and Judas Priest…but he’s in a band?”

Eddie nodded and bowed dramatically, “in fact, he is . And uh, what about her? What else is the mysterious thrift shop clerk into?”

After that, they talked about music for hours, about their likes and dislikes, favorite songs and guilty pleasures. Why their favorite bands earned that title, and theories on why everyone else in Hawkins seemed to think that pop dance music was the standard. He sat at that counter talking to her for so long that he was twenty minutes late to sound check (which the guys will still not let go of, almost a month later) .

Finally, with one last deep breath (and a quick check in the mirror), he chucks the tape in his inside jacket pocket and makes his way to the thrift shop.

He twirls the keys around his finger nervously as he walks up to the shop door, prepares what he wants to say one more time in his head, and steps in…only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face and a gruff greeting from the man behind the counter.

Eddie stops dead in his tracks.

He’s been here almost every day for a month, except for Sundays when they’re closed, and she’s always here. Why – today of all days – was she not here?

“Can I help you find something, son?” The man behind the counter asks.

Hands in his pockets, Eddie approaches him. “Yeah, uh, there’s usually a girl here who helps me out, is she here? Maybe in the back?” He cranes his head around the man toward the dark back room where the donations are kept.

The man visibly deflates, knowing he isn’t getting a sale from Eddie. “Nup,” he carped, “she had a family thing. A wedding or a funeral or something, hell, I dunno, but she’s off today either way.”

“Ah, okay.” Dejected, Eddie decides it’s still now or never. If he brought the tape home with him, it wasn't ever going to see the light of day again. He had to take the chance. Pulling the tape from his pocket, he slides it across the counter, “Could you leave this for her? Just tell her Eddie dropped it off, she should be expecting it.”

So maybe it wasn’t 100% truthful, but he figured the best way to get the tape in her hands and not the trash as soon as he left the building was to say that she knew it was coming.

The man waves a hand in dismissal and pulls out a cigarette, lighting up before he responds with a clipped, “sure, sure.”

Eddie thanks him and turns on his heel to make his exit. No turning back now.

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson reader insert #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #fluff #diamondsandrust fic

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mak3itr7ght · 1 year

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pair: Namjoon x fem!reader (Sing au)

genre: Animation movie, fantasy, romantic.

Movie: Sing

*Is it possible for a human being the a koala's nephew? Well.. nothing is impossible~

Namjoon's pov

The Moon theater.. the world's most beautiful theater, in my opinion.

My uncle, Buster Moon, is the chief of this amazing theater and I really admire him.

Since I was a child, I come here to watch the shows' premiere.

To be honest, at first, they seemed boring...

But.. I've really felt sorry when I discovered that the whole building just collapsed and that my uncle lost everything.

Because..yes, for him, this theater is his life, above all, 'cause my grandpa worked hard for buying it for his son.

Luckily, my uncle's positivity never betrayed him, not even then:

He setup a pseudo theater with the remains of the old one, and obviously, with the help of his crew too, then bring a mind-blowing show.

He managed to rebuild the Moon Theater, and after several adventures, he managed to debut together with the other members of the crew in the famous town of Redshore City, in the Crystal Tower Theater, just think... that even the great Clay Callway was part of the show and now...it's part of the crew!! But I think you already know all the details, don't you?

It seemed like a hopeless situation! But my uncle's voice was still enthusiastic as he told me what had happened and it was also full of amusement. After hearing this story and seeing for myself the show that brought uncle Buster and his crew to their current fame, "Out of This World", literally a whole new world opened up for me.

I started to appreciate theater more and also started to develop the dream of wanting to bring my own show. I've always loved hip hop and rap for as long as I can remember.

I always had a deep connection with music, through my lyrics I tried to express myself and most of the time I was able to do it great, in fact, I still do it now.

Even at school I spent hours writing down lyrics, and I got numerous scoldings from the teacher because I completely forgot about the lesson.. one day, I even rapped the verse of one of my songs, out loud, during a class test... despite this, however, I was a model student!

Anyway....

other times, I did Freestyle battles with my other classmates or older students and... I always won, modestly. And when I don't write lyrics or produce songs, for lack of inspiration, I take refuge in books or in nature. Books inspire me a lot and also thanks to them I have the pleasure to flex my open mind.

I like reading especially under the huge oak near my house, with the sounds of nature accompanying my reading sessions.

Going back to my big dream... before becoming interested in the theatre, I didn't have a real dream, in fact one of the songs I am most emotionally attached to, is "No more dream", written before my conversion. I would love to include it as an introduction to my show.. but I never had the courage to talk about it with Uncle Buster.. but today I know it's the right day to tell him!

I'm sure he'll take my idea and help me make it happen! I run to the theater with a USB full of songs that I recorded. I enter into my uncle's office, almost breaking the door, because of the emotion, and find Miss Crawly, my uncle's over 100 year old secretary(Johnny and Ash speculate that she has existed since the time of the dinosaurs) cleaning the desk.

'Good morning, dear Namjoon!! Did you sleep well?'

After all, she's a sweet old lady.

'Good morning, Miss Crawly! Yes! I slept very well!

Can you tell me where I can find uncle Buster?'

I ask, impatiently.

'Oh, Mr. Moon is downstairs, he's helping the guys carrying their suitcases!'

I am perplexed.

'Suitcases?'

'Yes! The tour starts today! Don't you remember?'

Oh god the "Out of This World" tour.. I totally forgot about that.

I won't see my uncle for months... And I'll have to postpone the realization of my dream... again...

I go, feeling down, with Miss Crawly, downstairs where i find uncle Buster on his own. I run to hug him and wish him a safe journey. I'm sure this tour will take the show even higher and I'm so happy for the whole crew. This has always been my uncle's biggest dream and then... he deserves it, he has gone through everything to achieve this goal, he worked hard, all of the members worked hard.

'Listen, Nam, I want to give you a very important task!'

Uncle's voice always energizes me, he's always so full of positivity, one of the many reasons I admire him.

'What kind of task??'

I ask, curiously.

My uncle is unpredictable, you never know what can go through that hairy head.

'I want to entrust the teather to you!!'

HE WANTS TO DO WHAT?

...

I don't know what to say, I can only gasp. I told y'all, my uncle is unpredictable... but I didn't that much..

'I'm sure you're the best person to run our wonderland! And then you will not be alone! Miss Crawly will be there to help you!'

I can't say anything, but I think uncle felt my happiness. That theatre, that place of wonder, would become mine, temporarily, but mine.

my uncle smiles. I knew he would understand anyway. He always told me that he finds a little bit of himself in me. And there is no more beautiful compliment for me.

'But now, if you'll excuse me, the bus is leaving!! I love you, my nephew!!'

And after hugging me again.. he goes away, leaving the whole theater in my inexperienced hands.. But come on... at least there's Miss Craw-

'Namjoon!! Have you seen my glass eye????'

...okay maybe it will be more difficult than expected..

As I help Miss Crawly in looking for her glass eye, hoping I haven't already crushed it and shattered it into a thousand pieces under my foot, without realizing it, in my head there is a tangle of thoughts and ideas but, obviously, the most accentuated one, and which let a toothy smile appear on my face, is certainly to make my biggest dream come true. It seems a bit as if uncle already knew..and therefore he had literally left me a blank check..because when Uncle Buster is absent with the company, generally, the theater remains closed..

I turn around, looking at the building keys, in my hands.

Now it almost seems as if uncle, with this move, told me "Hurry up and seize the moment, my nephew" By now I'm almost 30 years old, I want to bring my own show and I'll try now, moreover, I also want to discover myself and I really want to identify myself as Namjoon Moon and not just "Buster Moon's nephew". I run to the office to move all the songs I've written down over the years to my uncle's computer, at least the most suitable ones, and I start writing the script for my show. As soon as I conclude the first draft of the storyline, I realize that it is already evening.

I decide to print the script and, while looking for a stapler, I finally find the Miss Crawly's glass eye, I have to advise her to put more glue on it..

After a week finally the plot of my show is finished and ready to be put on stage. I also adjusted the melodies and lyrics.

Now the main problem ... the actors / singers and dancers .. I think it will not be a piece of cake as my face is little known beyond my neighborhood, also I have never presented myself as a public figure, but it won't be bad to try, right ? Maybe my surname will help me in this case.

'Miss Crawly!! Can you please print some flyers for the show's auditions? I'll send you a draft!'

Miss Crawly's office is literally attached to my uncle's, so between our offices there was just a transparent window. So i asked her to print the flyers with all the info about the auditions, like the time of the event, it will be tomorrow at 9:30 PM.

Hope we will be able to deliver all of them in time...

After printing enough flyers were printed, the Miss Crawly's fan just decide to 'share' them by flying them out of the window...well...so.. the teather itself is trying to help me.

I remember that this happened to uncle Buster too, when he was still in debts .. maybe it will bring me good luck too. I cross my fingers..

I'm going to move here, for this period. I will sleep in uncle's room. Yes, he sleeps in the theatre, did I already tell you that this theater is literally his life? Probably yes. Now that I think about it, I'm starting to bond with it too. I feel that... something beautiful, really beautiful, is about to happen.

Y/n's pov

"I'd still catch a grenade for ya

Throw my hand on a blade for ya

I'd jump in front of a train for ya

You know I'd do anything for ya.."

I love this song. I've always been a big fan of Bruno Mars and this song is one of favorites of all the time. I've always imagined what it was like to feel a love so strong to get to the point of, take a grenade, jump in front of a moving train, put your hands on a sword... in summary, sacrifice yourself for your loved one. I feel a love like that for singing, not for a person, every now and then I take some lessons, but I've never performed on stage, and I don't think I would ever be able to, as much as I wish. I love to hum when I read. Yes, I also love to read, especially psychology books. But tonight was different. Instead of starting one of the novels I bought at the bookstore today, my friends literally dragged me to the disco and... I'll be honest... it was not only the first but also the last time I'll set foot in such places... it's not my cup of tea I've always been a person who doesn't like these kinds of entertainment. For me, leisure is reading, on the comfortable bed in my room, singing outloud when I'm alone, taking walks on the hill behind my house, or... going to the theater!! We have one of the most renowned theaters in the nation in town, the Moon Theater! Actually my passion for singing was born right there! Before that.. I didn't have a real dream and I was desperate because I wanted to find one!

I went to the show that Mr. Buster put on after the fall of his theater and from the very first performance, in which Mrs. Rosita and Gunter danced and sang to Taylor Swift's "Shake it up", to the last performance, in which Meena, I love her voice, sang "don't worry about a thing" by Tori Kelly, Johnny's performance too, where he sang "I'm still standing" by Elton John, i admit i had a big crush on him for a few months.. In summary, my life has changed since then, and I still go there often... that place has something magical about it... it's a land of wonders.. now that I think about it, they staged a show on 'Alice in Wonderland' too! That's one of my favorite shows. I really should go there, these days, who knows what show will be scheduled... I get lost in thoughts, remembering the shows I went to watch in the last period, while I take one of my friends to her house, who is completely drunk, then, a paper sheet stuck to my face. I take it, seeing that it's a flyer for auditions... FOR THE MOON THEATER!!!! Either there is someone spying on me... or finally the wind is blowing in the right direction.. Okay. Maybe tonight didn't was the best of my life..but what if it was fate?

BUT.. THE AUDITION IS TOMORROW I HAVE TO HURRY!!

I hurry to take my friend house and, at the speed of light, I comeback home then I spend all night looking for the right song for tomorrow's audition and.. after evaluating about 1294 songs... yes.. exactly .. I opted for the usual, 'Grenade'. I realize it's 4 in the morning, I panic, and I immediately go to sleep, I have to collect these 5 hours of sleep or at least I'll try. I just hope I don't panic or shy on that...big, huge, stage...help. I noticed that Mr. Moon won't be there, this audition was launched by his nephew, Namjoon, I've seen him in the past, at the theater, a few times, but I've never spoken to him.. I hope he has inherited his uncle's dreamy and positive vibe. In my heart, I feel that something beautiful, really beautiful is about to happen.

Namjoon's pov

I wake up with the sound of uncle Buster's alarm clock, I set it at 6 so I would have 3 hours to organize everything better. With Miss Crawly we check the stage, the lights, the props, clean up the entrance and even uncle Eddie came to help us! I call him uncle, but he's practically uncle Buster's best friend and the nephew of the great Nana Noodleman, who financed the theater when the building completely collapsed. Full of anxiety, I run to the office to double-check the script and when the time comes, I see people approaching the entrance, leaflet in hand. I'm so excited but at the same time.. scared. A few minutes before the entrance opens, I decide to go through a sort of "secret passage": It is located in the part of the ceiling above the stage, uncle Buster always brought me here when I was little, other times I used to come here alone, to have a sort of "VIP seat" and better follow the show. My uncle, every time he has to start the shows, comes here, sits on the fake moon and then he slides down... what an entrance, right? I think I'll adopt it too, maybe it will become the signature of the Moon family hehe. I go down to the grandstand and as soon as 9.30 am I immediately ask Miss Crawly to open the doors. There are almost 200 people .. wow. I didn't expect to attract so much attention, but as I said before, my surname and the name of the theater helped me. However my goal is to create my own name, not to live in the shadow of uncle Buster and the Moon Theater.

I breathe a sigh of relief and welcome the candidates one by one.

'Hello creatures great and small, welcome to Moon Theater, I am Namjoon Moon and I am ready to show you new shades of the magic of this wonderful theater! And I want to do it... with your help!'

I tried to be as convincing as possible. Now let's start the auditions. Some performances were good but... not suitable for my show.. others were perfect: A couple who duet 'Shallow' by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper... wow what chemistry, what chemistry.. she has a sweet and strong voice, just like Lady Gaga's, incredible, he has a very low voice, very sensual...I like it; Another couple, he rapper and dancer accompanied by another girl, only dancer, on the notes of an unreleased song, 'more'...wow... they have a great complicity too. She literally seems to burn for him, I bet the whole theater, that those two aren't "just colleagues" as they said in their presentation, he has a bit hoarse voice, the perfect voice for a rapper, moreover, he manages to change his flow in a second, finally here we can talk about full-blown Rapper. Together, they'll set audiences on fire, I'm sure;

A guy, another rapper, brought his unreleased track called 'Daechwita'...HE RAPS BETTER THAN EMINEM. Wow wow wow I'm getting excited, another rapper with all the skills, who manages to insert a certain sensuality even in a song that has a completely different topic. And finally, three other boys, with different but beautiful voices, who respectively brought, An unpublished track, 'Abyss', this boy's voice is high, but not too much, sweet and ringing, 'Snowman' by Sia, the other's voice is almost feminine, but for me it's not an insult, on the contrary, I admire his voice, it manages to reach such high notes that it's enviable even by the best singer in the world..and 'falling' by Harry Styles, this boy has a particular voice, I don't know how to describe it, but he reminds me so much of Johnny, he's a born singer, you can see it in his face.

In the evening, I marked the names of those six boys and two girls in my diary. I have found some real talented people, however.. I feel that something is still missing.. I don't know..

As I'm about to close the entrance, I see a girl running towards me. "SORRY SORRY SORRY!! I WAS VERY LATE YOU MUST FORGIVE ME! Is there still time for another audition?" I can't tell her no, just because she could be the 'thing' that is missing in my show.

Y/n's pov:

Mr. Namjoon, oh my..calling him mr. seems a bit of an exaggeration since we probably have a few years difference between us, anyway, he was very kind to let me do the audition, just like I thought, at the end, he is Buster Moon's nephew. This morning I didn't hear the alarm and I continued to sleep peacefully until 5 this afternoon.. I'm mortified.. it seems like fate wanted it to go this way. This feeling of being on a real stage is strange.. but at the same time I'm scared.. so scared

'Whenever you want! Y/n! I'll start the base'

I can already hear the start of the song but I feel almost paralyzed..

'I-I..'

I can't even speak.. Namjoon shuts down the music, gets on stage, and approaches me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

'I know someone who started out like you, and now she's on tour and she's the best singer in my uncle's crew, I assume you know Meena, don't you?'

I nod. She is my idol .. and I didn't know that she was scared, like me, at the beginning...

'My uncle encouraged her to sing by saying a line which souynds like his 'motto', "Don't let the fear stop you from doing what you love most."

So now, even if you're a little scared, let it go away and sing, you will feel good.. then.. it's a love song, right? You will definitely have a boyfriend, so think about him, and let your feelings go free, they will sing with you.'

Wow, Namjoon looks so much like his uncle in this aspect. I'll follow his advise. Although..I haven't a boyfriend.. but... I'll let myself go...let's get it!

Before starting to sing I turn my gaze to Namjoon, he has a beautiful smile on his face, which calms me down, he also has dimples, how cute~ I heard the base and.... Here I am, singing, without thinking about it, and, incredibly, during the chorus, the only person that comes to my mind is.... Namjoon.. Him? A boy that i just met few minutes ago? Crazy stuff... but... okay, I'm in the theater where anything is possible, so, it's okay.

" Yes, I would die for ya, baby But will you do the same?"

My head decided to change the lyrics, without my permission. I connect with the real world again and I see Namjoon and his secretary standing, clapping, I hear more applause coming from behind the scenes, where I see a group of people smile at me.

'Well! Smile Y/n Y/s! Even your colleagues were amazed by your voice!'

Colleagues? Does this mean...THEY GOT ME? AM I SERIOUSLY IN??!!!?!?!? I smile, beaming more than ever , also looking at my new colleagues. All thanks to Namjoon. I can't wait to work with him... ah and of course with the others too...

Our leader, as it got late,sent us home, saying that rehearsals would start early the next morning, repeating us to not to be late.. I feel particularly involved, hearing that sentence.. As soon as we left the theater we decide to spend the evening, eating out to get to know each other better. Everyone is so nice. There are ten of us in Nam's crew, including him, who obviously is a rapper, although I haven't had the opportunity to hear him yet: There are Seokjin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin who have the role of singers, and I am among those , along with a certain girl whose nickname is Luv, she seems very nice and knows her stuff, she showed us a part of 'Blank space' by Taylor swift and I love her tone of voice. Furthermore Jungkook and Jimin are also dancers, Taehyung is a good dancer too, but Namjoon decided to give him only the role of singer. Then there's Yoongi, Hoseok and Angie, the other girl, who is, as I understood, Hoseok's girlfriend, or at least, they claim they're just colleagues, but in my opinion they're either hiding something from us, or they're together without even realizing it... Yoongi and Hoseok are rappers and the latter is also a dancer, together with Angie. We make quite a good gang. I haven't had such a nice evening in quite a while. I rushed to sleep, eagerly awaiting the morning. That morning which actually arrived right away. This time I woke up on time and immediately run to the theater where Hoseok, Angie, Taehyung and Luv are already waiting, the others are probably arriving. At 9 Namjoon and Miss Crawly welcome us into the theater and take us to the rehearsal room. There are different rooms to rehearse, one for dance, one for singing, one for rap and many others! I feel like I'm living a real dream! After we settle in, Namjoon makes us gather on stage and announces that first he would let us stage a provisional show and then he would reveal the real show with which we will really debut... such a mysterious boy.. The others are a little perplexed, but something tells me that I have to trust him, I'm sure he has something great in store for us! And he'll have his reasons for keeping it all from us, for now.

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About 2 months have passed since then, we have bonded a lot among us and Namjoon has also proved to be more present than expected, especially with me. We get on quite well together, to tell the truth, I think I'm falling in love with him.. but I feel that, for him, I'm just a person to admire.. it hurts, but that's okay.. maybe time will open Namjoon's eyes. For now, in his heart, there is only room for the show that he dreams to take on stage. The day of the provisional show arrives, obviously not public, but the show will be attended by Miss crawly, Nana Noodleman and her nephew Eddie ... I admire Nana .. but ... that lady scares me a lot ..

From behind the scenes, I see Namjoon, standing on the fake wooden moon, on which Mr. Buster always climbs for opening his shows.

'All creatures great and small...'

Namjoon's pov:

As I recite the opening of the show, I am very nervous. In these months, I haven't been able to say anything about the real show to my crew.. mostly because, I hate to admit it, but I'm scared abou that too . I'm scared of their opinion, that they might disagree.. here's what I didn't inherit from uncle Buster , his leadership.. his ability to keep the attention and the authority, while remaining the cute koala he actually is, remaining professional.. he just convinced Ash to sing 'Call me maybe'!!!

I'm afraid to show my songs to the public.. So, I put this show on the spot, to prove to the others, but mostly to myself, that I can do it. As soon as the presentation is over, the show begins.. I will have to perform last, with Y/n, I admire that girl a lot, she has a wonderful voice, and she is so kind, but when she wants, she can also be tough, I'll be honest . I noticed that we have many things in common, she also likes reading and walking in nature and above all she discovered her dream thanks to the Moon Theater too. I admit I've developed pretty strong feelings for her, but I have to take them apart, we're colleagues, we can't be anything else.

I just admire her.

The show seems to go smooth as butter, I also included some of my unreleased stuff, like 'Jamais vu' that Hoseok, Jungkook and Seokjin will sing, 'Friends' that Jimin and Taehyung will sing, since they told me they've known each other since elementary school , for Yoongi , honestly, I gave him all the freedom he needs, he told me that his dream is to become a composer, so I decided to let him use another unpublished work of his, 'people'; For the girls, I gave them already famous songs. I don't know... there were some songs in which I saw them more, compared to my unreleased ones. For Luv I opted for Katy Perry's 'ET'; for Angie, I decided to make her dance on Shakira's 'Whenever, wherever'; For Y/n, I assigned her 'Rolling in the Deep' by Adele, a sort of remix, in which i added a rap part written by myself. During my performance with Y/n...it was a bit tense but..everything seemed to be going well even if, I'll be honest, there's something wrong..I hope it's just my imagination. After the show, the boys ran, exhausted, behind the scenes. I'm about to reach them when I hear my name being called. I turn around and see Nana asking me to go over her.. I have a weird feeling..

Y/n's Pov:

The show went pretty well. My fear didn't stop me, and that's very reassuring, although, I admit, taht during the duet with Namjoon, I thought about the fact that he probably doesn't prove the same things as mines... which spoiled the mood. I tried to keep everything hidden, but I'm afraid that I failed... who knows what Nana thinks of our chemstry, will she consider it up to Buster Moon's crew's? At one point, as soon as we see Miss Crawly take Nana to her limousine, we catch Namjoon join us behind the scenes, with a look.. a bit gloomy.

'hey Nam!! Is everything okay?'

Taehyung asks.

'What happened?'

asks Yoongi.

'Did Nana say something bad?'

Jungkook asks

'Did Miss Crawly lost her eye again?'

Angie's usual way to resolve the situation..

' guys, let him explain. Boss, what's going on?'

Luv silences everyone, giving Namjoon space to speak.

'Guys, I don't know if we can perform the show..'

Namjoon lowers his head.. I don't understand..

'WHAT?!'

I shut my mouth, realizing I've screamed.

'yeah.. Nana called me aside because she wanted to see the real show I had in mind. I showed her the storyline and everything and she said that the audience probably won't like it.. and I'm not cut out for this role.. I'm sorry guys.. I know I shouldn't listen to her.. She could definitely be wrong, but..'

Namjoon can't finish the sentence, his voice shaking.. how I feel bad for him.. he can't give up.. not at the first difficulty. I see Nam rushing upstairs to his office, leaving us all speechless and confused.

'Y/N, you should go..'

I hear Seokjin's voice telling me to go to Namjoon.

'Me?'

I answer even more confused.

'It's evident that Namjoon gets along better with you, maybe you will be able to understand what happened and to convince him to don't give up'

So...to the others' eyes Namjoon and i have a sort of connection... I hate seeing him like this, during the rehearsals he was full of positivity but at the same time quiter than his uncle. He has a dream and he can't let it go like this. All right. I'll go talk to him. I nod to the others and run upstairs.

Namjoon's pov;

Nana's words occupy my head.

Flashback

'I'm sorry Namjoon, but I think you're not cut out for that.. Theater is more, romantic, more, magical, it's not hip hop, or whatever.. I appreciate this little show you put on here, but you won't go far if you continue like this, I don't think this is what your uncle taught you.. Then you see that there is a sort of tension among you and your crew, you should have faith in them, so that they will have it in you. .'

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Those words reverberate in my head like a drum... I ran away from the guys too, they'll think I'm a loser, that they trusted the wrong person and indeed, now they're all probably already at home.. Nana said it, they don't trust me..

'Namjoon'

A familiar voice takes me out of this hurricane of thoughts.

'Y/n.. I thought you were back home..'

'I would never move from here, even if the building were collapsing again, like in the past..'

Y/n sits next to me.

'Tell me what happened and what Nana exactly told you'

Y/n always manages to calm me down, with her slightly low but sweet voice, for a few seconds, my thoughts disappear. So I decide to tell her everything...

'But Nam!! You don't have to listen to her! Do you realize that you could bring about a revolution in the theater?? A bit like Goldoni did it with the Venetian theater!!!!'

'Y/n! Do you understand that... I.. I'M SCARED'

I almost yell at her without realizing it, I can feel something wet coming down my cheeks.. Am I crying? Really? Is Namjoon Moon seriously crying? Y/n puts a hand on my head, bringing it to her shoulder.

'It's normal to be afraid, boss. But, as you told me that time, when I looked like a lost, scared animal, on that stage below, "don't let fear stop you from doing what you love most". If the show goes badly.. Never mind. We will try again! But think if it will go well, if you are successful, your dream will come true and... I will be happy to be part of it. And then.. there's a crazy chemistry among all of us, you've always been there, with Miss Crawly, together with us, supporting us like never before in these two months.. Do you remember when I didn't want to try that high note in Ariana Grande's 'Problem'? I was just trying it with you and we stayed until the next morning trying it. Or when Seokjin and Taehyung had a fight over that cup of ramen?...you rolled up your sleeves and made them reconcile, or when Hoseok thought he couldn't make that pas de deux with Angie because they'd never tried to dance on a slow song like 'in the name of love'? When, with a lot of patience, you taught Jungkook to play the piano, just because you wanted so much to make him sing 'I'm still standing'? You tested all of us. And we trusted you blindly.

You understand it? We are here with you. And then there's one thing you have to give up..being liked by everyone. Remember that nothing and no one has ever succeeded in pleasing everyone. You may prefer some musical genres to others and you preferred the nine of us to other artists, during the audition, who will have been as good as me or Luv or Seokjin or Yoongi or others in the crew. It's Okay, Namjoon. We are doing something we love. Let's not care about the opinion of others, we are talking about dreams, something that goes far beyond a simple opinion of others. Look around.. This theater, this wonderland has always helped us. Even Mr. Buster, your uncle, has always been close to us, still during the tour. And then.. there's a phrase that Mr. Buster has always repeated loudly.. "When you hit rock bottom, do you know what the most beautiful thing is? It's that the only direction you can go is... up"..so Namjoon Moon, you are not like your uncle, and trust me, you are perfect just the way you are, and you are a fantastic leader, even if you don't notice it..my lead-em..our leader'

Y/n is right, she is right in everything she said.. We are talking about dreams, not opinions.. I tested all the crew and they passed it.. now that I am put under the test.. I have almost failed. Yes... almost.. because now.. we're going up. Up to the moon. I have my crew, I have Y/n and there is also my uncle and the others supporting me...

I have decided. I have to put this show on stage and it's going to be AMAZING. I look at Y/n and smile at her. God how grateful I am to her.. what if I hadn't allowed her to audition?... where would I end up now? I don't know, nor do I want to know, from now on, one only looks straight ahead. I hug her tightly. She doesn't hesitate to hug me back and, I feel like she's sobbing... she's crying too.. I feel a strange feeling in my heart.. but for now I can't give it weight. I smile at her and only after being reciprocated, I take her hand, that delicate little hand, and we immediately run downstairs. As I go down the stairs I see all the boys surprised, but I can feel a certain happiness in their eyes. Their gazes are spreading.. relief? I don't know, but this makes me relieved too. They are my first real best friends, almost my second family, even though we know each other from few months, I feel there was a reason why I chose them that day. In front of me, in front of us, I can already see a future brighter than the sun. There will be obstacles.. but hey, where's the fun otherwise?

'Well guys, sorry for what happened earlier. I'm ready to tell you everything and above all, today.. I'll tell you know about the show that will take us to the top.'

All my crew smiles at me, Nana has already made a mistake about this, there is something magical among us. After making the guys sit in the stands, I go on stage, starting to tell a sort of presentation on which I have been working on for the past 2 months:

The show will be called "The most beautiful moment in life" And it will talk about the story of a group of friends, a boyband, which will be us 7, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook and me, Namjoon. They will debut with a song "No more dream" and, after several songs, they will reach a point in their career, where, they will lose themselves and decide to think about their solo works, to find what they had lost, they will release a song as a " ""goodbye""": 'Yet to come'. During their solo projects, three of them will find their twin flame, Hoseok will find a fan, Angie, from another nation, younger than him, but a sort of harmony will born between them that will set everything on fire ...thanks to Angie, Tae will come introduced to Luv, a friend, who will become Tae's twin flame, even if Tae is initially uncertain about his feelings.

And then, there is Namjoon, who finds.. Y/n... with her, he will be able to find his way.. The group will come back fully united and, in the end, there will be the grand finale, where they will all sing together 'For youth', as a love song for their fans, because after all Hoseok and Tae have found love among them, stating that, they will continue to sing for a long, long time to come.'

Before speaking again, I catch my breath, addressing my friends, my crew.. I explained everything... putting my soul into it, as if the show had come to life in my head while I was telling it.. I admit I didn't explain all like this to nana.. i'm very tense.. this is literally the show i've been working on for all my life, this is the business card of the most important dream of my life.. i'm afraid of what they might think, what the public will think, what uncle Buster will think.. I'm afraid to express my weak point, but fear won't stop me. I'll make my dream come true...or die trying.

'so.. What do you guys think?'

I say, in a surprisingly confident voice. After a few seconds, I hear a clap. I look closely at the origin of the sound and I see her, Y/N.. I can see her hands becoming red from clapping so much and observing her closely.. she has tears in her eyes...

Y/n's pov:

I can't help but applause, Namjoon only showed us an outline of the show.. yet here I am, with red hands, still clapping and with tears in my eyes.. I think I understood what "reduced" me like this: The feeling with which Namjoon laid out these four lines of plot. His eyes sparkled, as if he were showing his greatest treasure. He brought it all out... and I feel so lucky to be one of the first people he did that to.

'READY TO SOLD OUT AROUND THE GLOBE MR JOON?'

I scream without even thinking about it, and soon after, I see Namjoon with tears in his eyes, for the second time today, but those are different tears, he is happy. I turn to the others and they are moved too, intent on applauding and rooting for our leader. I can't wait to start rehearsals for this masterpiece...and to be honest, I'm really happy to be Namjoon's twin flame, at least in this show, the most important project of his life? WHY DID HE CHOOSE ME? Aish.. I don't know, but... I love him, I love him to death. Now I'm starting to really understand what Bruno wanted to say through "Greande".

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Another 4 months have passed since then. We've been working hard every single day, and the debut of 'The most beautiful moment in life' is in two days. There's a lot of anxiety in the air, you can almost touch it, but at the same time, we're all excited. The general rehearsal started yesterday. In the end we decided to insert a choreography for all the songs of the "bangtan boys", the name of the boyband, so Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi went started dance lessons, the choreographer of the Mr. Moon's crew also helped us, Nooshy, although she could help just a little, since she is on tour with his crew, but with several video calls we managed to compensate. Then we have some ACEs here, Angie and Hoseok, who, personally... are scary when they have to play dance teachers.. Luv and I are saved, we will also have some steps in our duets, but nothing too difficult. Speaking of Mr. Buster, as soon as we told him the date of the premiere, he immediately moved the date of his show to that evening, in order to be free to see his nephew's debut. I'm so euphoric I can't stand still aaah. Ah and about the relationship between me and Namjoon? Well... nothing new, we just seem like best friends, and I don't have the slightest intention of confess my feelings.. just being with him is enough for me, so I've kept my feelings a little apart, at least for now.

'Anxious?'

Angie interrupts my thoughts.

'Well.. you don't?'

I add, laughing.

'Okay okay you're right Y/n. And.. tell me... there are rumors that you will confess to Namjoon during your duet, I hope they are true!! Now Miss Crawly too ships you two!!'

Angie comes up to me giving me a little nudge and a mischievous smile.. BUT WHO HAS SPILLED THIS RUMOR?

'Are you kidding?????? But I would never think of confess to him in that situation!! Whoever put up this voice got screwed up.'

I reply, but I already know I'm blushing, Angie's giggle is proving me that.

'Mh okay... but what if it will be Namjoon who will confess his feelings for you, instead? What would you do then?' ...actually I had never analyzed this option.. But... naaah

'Don't worry too much, it won't happen, Namjoon only feels admiration for me, at least that's how he made me understand..'

I say with a slightly despondent voice, lowering my head .

'And let me understand.. do you think two lovers can't feel admiration for each other? In my opinion, loving someone also means being a fan of your loved one, I could be wrong.. but my instinct tells me that I'm more right than you think hehe'

Angie winks at me, then goes back to practice.. she's not entirely wrong .. maybe it's my greatest wish, to be Namjoon's lover.. who knows...

'Y/n!!! We have to try 'Love'!! Run!!!'

You speak of the devil... here he is calling me haha I better go..

' I'm Coming.. Nam!!!!'

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Namjoon's pov:

It's the day of the show and to my immense surprise.. we did a sold out... There is not a single empty seat out there.. And there are also journalists, critics.. All here for my show...

'So.. guys! Come here'

We'll all get in a circle.

'It's the big day... let's go out there... and show them who we are.'

'YES!'

They all answer in chorus.. my gaze obviously goes to Y/n, you can see she's as anxious as I am, but I know what she's thinking: "Let's do it", so let's really do it. Through the usual path, I hold on to the fake moon and signal to uncle Eddie to start the special effects.. Let the show begin..

'Creatures great and small!!!! It is a pleasure tonight, having you here with us, Today.. you will be witnesses, of a revolution. Today... I'm going to tell you a story... which... starts like this...'

Author's pov:

With the lights off, 'The most beautiful moment" in life begins: 7 guys, who have already reached their twenty years old, who still can be considered teenagers. All brought together by their passion for music, but there is also something else that unites them, the question ... "What is my dream?" What's your dream?...'

You can already hear the voices of the journalists, the audience taken by that hip hop rhythm, by the coordinated steps, by the voices of those seven guys.. that no one would have ever imagined seeing climbing the highest peaks of the world. And if you don't believe me.. keep watching, how mankind itself has evolved over the centuries, how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly... these guys have changed, passing from the hip hop of 'No more dream', 'We are bulletproof', 'N.O', 'Boy in luv', 'Danger'; To the sweetest and most melancholic notes of 'I need u' and 'Run'; To the energy of 'Fire' and 'not today'; To the sensuality of 'Blood, sweat and tears ';

To the fairy love of 'DNA' and the strength of 'Mic Drop', the unhappy love of 'Fake love', the redemption of 'Idol'; To the genuine love of 'Boy with luv'; To the poetics of 'On' and 'Black swan'; To the sweetness of 'Life goes on'; Up to the freshness of the singles 'Dynamite', 'Butter' and 'Permission to Dance'; And then? And then... here they are... When you are in a group.. sometimes you can lose yourself.. so. The seven stars have decided to put an end to the first chapter of their career with 'Yet to come'..

'You and I, the best moment is yet to come..'

And start a second one.. From which...they will come out many surprises. The dancer, the bearer of hope, met a fan of his, spoke a different language than his, or so it seemed, and had two hopeful green eyes.. he didn't necessarily need her, yet his eyes saw her not as a fan , but something more.. She had kindled a flame in him.. it was up to him whether to put it out or feed it...

'Equality is you and me..'

If the flame of love burned on one side, the one of doubt was next to it, a singer, with a voice so low, almost chilling, who fortunately, or unfortunately, found himself together with his dancer friend, when the fateful encounter took place, the green-eyed girl had a friend with her, with sea-colored eyes, in which the singer was almost shipwrecked .. It almost seemed like a dream .. but the boy with the frozen voice could not give in, perhaps out of fear, out of cowardice, out of disbelief, he wanted to let her go but ...

'Never mind, I' I'll find Someone like you..'

No one would ever be like her.. so the boy relented. And he did not regret it. Three boys find their Beatrice.

Well, I'm about to tell you about the Third, perhaps the one who least expected a gift like this from life. The rapper, the leader, walking down that country road, starts humming an almost improvised song, but his singing gets a response. Another girl there, humming with him, for him. in love they could try each other.. But... there was something.. he still didn't know, that love that was blossoming in him, for that girl, who sang with him..

'Is this love, yeah Is this love, yeah Sometimes I know, yeah Sometimes I don't, yeah'

Namjoon's pov:

Wait... I have Y/n right here in front of me... I wrote this script before I even knew her.. I .. I've done everything without thinking about it until now... now that my mind is free.. now that all this is about to end.. I have her in front of me, this woman, the woman who has never stopped supporting me , to stand by me.. the woman who.. without realizing it... I seriously loved and that I'm loving even more, now that I'm aware of it. Fuck the royalties, admiration and all... I love her..

Y/n's pov:

I hear the music finish... I sang with Namjoon for the umpteenth time, yet today was different- I feel.. something soft on my... lips... wait... N-Namjoon? Is Namjoon kissing me? Yes... he's doing it.. and I'm kissing him back?... My body no longer responds to my mind.. I feel like I'm lost in a limbo, as if time has stopped... it's such a beautiful feeling...Did he do it for the scene? We've never talked about kissing...was it out of enthusiasm? Possible... but... I feel something special, as if with these kisses he is trying to tell me something.. When the curtain is about to cover us, I can clearly see an "I love you", mimicked from Namjoon... I smile at him miming "me too". We don't have enough time to talk.. We have to sing 'For Youth'... Throughout the song we kept exchanging glances and smiling at each other... I don't know what happened to him.. but I'm glad he opened his eyes. I am happy that this wish of mine has been fulfilled. But...wait! Did that crackhead Angie know something? Who knows... she's Cupid's descendant there... apparently. After the show, I thought too much on me and Namjoon, when I realize that, in front of my eyes, in our... eyes, there is the loudest audience: Who applauds, who cries, who laughs, who smiles, who screams... And... there's also Mr. Buster and his crew in the audience.. Nana, all the critics, my family... They're all there.. To frame this magical moment.

My gaze can only go towards the others, all moved, and on Namjoon, my Namjoon, on his knees, moved more than all.

Namjoon's pov:

There was my uncle there in front of me, my idol, the others, the delirious audience, Nana winking at me, that sheep, she had done it on purpose to tell me those things..

' YOU WERE GREAT MY NEPHEW!!'

uncle's screams could only increase that idyllic feeling I was already feeling, my gaze then falls on Y/n, who already was looking at me, smiling, that wonderful smile... We stood there applauding for more than 10 minutes to then go backstage and of course the first thing I did was hug my sweet Y/n.

'You did it'

She says smiling even more. I dry her tears.

'We did it together, all of us'

I add, before giving her a kiss.

'GROUP HUG'

I hear Jungkook's screams and then everyone else all over me and Y/n. Miss Crawly was there too!!! And then... I see my uncle coming towards me, smiling like never before.

'I'm so proud of you, Namjoon'

I smile at him..

'It's all thanks to you, uncle, and...to my crew'

I hug Uncle Buster, a little harder than other times. Then I see some dudes coming towards me.

'These gentlemens want to offer you a contract... my dear nephew, apparently this is just the beginning.. this show will remain on everyone's lips for a loooong time'

I turn abruptly towards the others, we all look at each other with wide eyes..

'So what? Are we going to climb this peak?'

'OBVIOUS'

they yell in chorus, my guys. Y/n runs again to hug me..

Alright, I was right.. something beautiful, really beautiful.... it really happened.. But.. The most beautiful moment.. is yet to come.

Author's Note

so... i decided to translate from italian to english all the one shots i wrote and the ones i'll write in future! Hope that this one helped you to have faith on your dreams and to never give up!

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So, I took this guy’s information and maybe about a year later I emailed him and told him I was moving to Montreal. It was February the week I moved there and it was fucking freezing, the kind of cold where you know that if you stay out too long you’ll actually fucking die. Anyway, we began to hang out and go out for dinner, but I started to get the sense that maybe those dinners were like dates or something. I don’t know that to be true, and he seemed really cool and sweet, but after nine days or so I knew I had to just be straight up with him. I asked him if he knew any gay people and he said, ‘Actually I’m in art school with a girl and I think you’d really like her,’ and he took me over to introduce me to her. Her place was in a brownstone, kind of like in New York, and we climbed all the stairs up to the top apartment, and when we got inside there was what sounded to me like a horrible racket. The kind of music where you’re like, ‘What in the fuck is this?’. Then this girl comes around the corner and I was immediately kind of intimidated, because she was clearly gay and super cute. She took us into the living room and gave us a beer and then went to get ready because we were going to go to some kind of lesbian Meow Mix kind of event. I’ll never forget Antoine and I just looking at each other and I was like, ‘This song, right? Crazy!’ and it was “Fuck The Pain Away” by Peaches. Anyway, the end of that story is that I ended up dating that girl and she became our band’s art director, and has been our art director for almost 20 years. She absolutely fucking loved Peaches. I was so not ready for that electroclash sound at the time, but because I desperately wanted to be cool and I thought she was the coolest person in the world, I started to love everything that she loved. And so I became obsessed with Peaches too.

Sara Quin talking about meeting Emy for the first time

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I felt so supported by everyone. We were shooting right after I disclosed that I’m trans, in total isolation. That was definitely an overwhelming period, but I feel so lucky that I was going to work and getting to be with so many supportive people. I’m so lucky to work with this cast. And in any moment that I did express fear and anxiety, I felt listened to and cared for. And obviously, that should be the case all the time, but we know how things are. So, it’s special. And that Steve, you would make the choice to do this and commit to doing it the right way. I feel like that’s the kind of showrunner you are and have been doing that the entire time we’ve been making the show, including last season with Sissy. So it was just building on already that you’re so wonderful because you have your distinct singular vision mixed with being so collaborative and I’m really grateful for that, always.

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My #1 post of 2022

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“I am deeply gay - sorry concerned, deeply concerned. It just feels like this is gonna make kids gay and trans - sorry depressed and suicidal, and I just think these laws are lesbians - sorry unconscionable!”

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deliahscrush2003 · 2 years

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❤️ for Lou Hammond and Alex Summers?

First of all, I just want to apologize for not getting around to answering this ask.

I think I will be offering a lot of apologies for how late some of these asks are but I just want to thank you for leaving it in my ask box and for being such a considerate mutual.

I truly appreciate you, @lilac-lemonade and your asks about my OCs.

Never change ❤️

(P.S. I'm going to be doing this in dot points because my Tumblr has been glitching on me for a month now and gets all wiggy whenever I write up a post so, please forgive me)

Lou Hammond & Alex Summers: Their First Kiss

It's during X-Men: First Class.

The night before their battle in Cuba.

The gang were all hanging out in Charles' music room, listening to records and dancing around.

Hank left early to work on some last-minute thing for Raven, and shortly afterwards, Raven leaves to meet Hank in her room to discuss the injections to hide their mutations.

So it was basically just Lou, Darwin, Sean and Alex hanging around, dancing with each other and just trying to have some fun for what might possibly be their last night alive 'cause, you know, they might fail tomorrow and die. Gotta live while you can!

Anyway, Alex is not really the dancing type, so he's mostly been brooding in the corner watching as Lou gets spun around the room by Darwin and Sean.

He's hiding a smile because she looks really pretty and her laughter sounds like what he'd imagine an angel's to sound like if he still went to church and believed in that thing.

So, Darwin and Sean have kind of gathered that Alex and Lou have been skirting around each other and their obvious feelings for each other since the first night they met and they just decide 'we gotta get this thing moving because they're obviously not going to do anything and they're going to regret it if they don't do something about it now'.

They pull Alex out of his little corner with Lou's help and basically just push him into dancing with her.

She takes pity on him and wraps her arms around his shoulders and tentatively places his around her waist, and they just sway to the music as the song changes to "Stand by Me" by Ben E. King.

They lose themselves in each other's eyes, only noticing halfway through that Sean and Darwin have skipped out.

They're kind of past caring at that point and she says something like, "we can stop now if you're still uncomfortable" and his arms tighten around her and he lets out a little, "No! No, no, its fine now. I guess?"

She gets it and just gives him that small secretive smile she gave him after she beat him in an arm wrestle the first time they met, and she nods, leaning into him a bit, whispering, "This feels nice."

He whispers back, "Yeah, it does." and she can kind of hear it in his voice and she looks up at him and she looks too good to be true and she's never had someone look at her like that before.

They both lean forward slowly.

When they kiss, its sweet, soft, unhurried and tentative and they're still swaying with each other as the song dies down but than they hear Sean giggling in the hallway and it just brings them back to where they are and what's happening tomorrow and -

Alex clears his throat and is the first to let go, stepping back a bit more than necessary.

Lou feels a bit nervous, like, that was her first kiss. With a boy. She doesn't really know what to do and she's red, he's red, they're both blushing like they're on fire and he's just like, "Uh, we should really get some sleep."

And he's giving her an out from the embarassment she's feeling now and she takes it, unable to meet his eyes as she nods, "Yep, yep, I'll just - " and they're both basically racing out the door. Than up the stairs. Than to their rooms (which are right across the hall from each other so its laughably awkward).

They're both kind of thinking it was a mistake, that the other doesn't have feelings for them and that they've ruined everything but they're reliving that kiss over and over in their heads, butterflies fluttering in their stomach and just wishing that the song never ended.

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blueathens · 3 years

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Penguins

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗒.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖨𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝖸𝗂𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾."

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

“I was thinking about adopting a penguin.” You began as you fiddled with the strings of your hoodie.

Jack’s head immediately snapped to look down at you when he heard your sweet voice, he placed the phone day and paused the TV. His hands moved up and down your arms as you continued to talk, oblivious to his actions.

“Did you know that penguins tuxedo look is actually a way to camouflage? And-and Elizabethan penguins are not albino but suffer from a genetic mutation that causes the feathers to become pale or white, so their melanin level is very low.”

Jack just looks at you with all this love. He obviously didn’t know anything about penguins, and he never saw them as anything but penguins. But then he met you, this animal loving women who just knows so many random facts about different animals. And if you loved penguins, so did he.

All his mates knew he was so in love with you. All they needed was him to come back from his first date from you and listening to him talk about you nonstop, to know. But they knew-knew when they were in the locker rooms the next day and he was just telling them random facts about crickets, saying it was Y/n’s new recent topic of interest, and he never knew crickets could be so interesting.

No one did.

But Jack telling his mates random facts about animals that you told him become a highlight of their day.

They were all becoming very knowledgeable about a various of animals and it was all because of you.

“And each penguin has a unique voice, and that’s why they can recognize each other.”

“I like the sound of your voice.” He uttered, but he regretted it immediately because you stopped talking about penguins. You cheeks started to change into a lighter colour, but Jack didn’t see much of it as you quickly buried your face into his neck. “No,” he whined softly. “I wanted to hear more about penguins.”

But you said nothing, just buried your face even deeper into his neck, practically climbing on top of him to do so. His hands rested on your waist, rubbing his fingers up and down it ever so slightly.

“When we first met you told me that lions like hunting during storms as the noise and wind makes it harder for the prey to see or hear them. You also told me how they have different roles when hunting, that some will play the ‘centre’ and others will play the ‘wing,’ who chase the prey towards the centres.” His voice was soft as clouds as he spoke to you.

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything you say. So does my mates, they love when I tell them all about the random animal facts you tell me. That is basically the who locker room talk, everyone stays quiet whilst I ramble on about the information of the chosen animal you told me about the day before. It all started with crickets.”

“What?” You muffled voice asked. “How they can sing-”

“-various of songs, each with their own purpose? Yeah…I knew you were the one in that moment.”

“That was at the end of our first date.”

“Yep, then I had training the next day and the traditional talks about animals started.” He paused to kiss the side of your face before muttering. “Can you talk more about penguins please.”

“Most penguins mate for life, and they have the most widely publicised homosexual relationships of the entire animal kingdom.”

A/N: The fact that I can hear the gif...

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itsonlydana · 3 years

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hi! could i please request a cc!foolish x cc!reader (fem) where the reader is british and one day decides to go to the us but wants to keep it a secret from foolish until she's there. she gets help from his family (they adore her obviously) to plan this big surprise. basically mama foolish has to take noah out on that day and when the reader gets to their place his sisters let her in and the reader streams on his set-up. when noah gets the twitch notification (simp) and sees his room he rushes back home to see the reader and it's all fluffy and WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. you could maybe add something after that idk i had a dream like that and i need someone to write it down for me so please i absolutely love your writing!!

"a successful surprise" ➷ Foolish_Gamers

pairing: Foolish x Reader (female)

tags/warnings: none, fluff

words: 1,1k

song: lost in the wild - walk the moon

a/n: that sounds like such a sweet dream! Because i know how hard it is to compare anything with a dream, i hope this story helps you at least a bit to relive it :)

It took you quite a long time to realize where you were and what you were about to do - an eight hour flight to be exact, on which you had tried to sleep despite the typical screaming of a child sitting two rows in front of you - but when you stepped into the sultry warmth of Ohio instead of the fresh English air you had to laugh out loud. You ignored the looks of the people who came out of the airport with you, no one could take away your good mood now.

You spent the cab ride staring out the window, watching the new, unfamiliar landscape move past you. The radio played old songs, and your driver hummed along as you drove away from the airport and towards your destination.

It truly felt like a movie scene.

The plan had seemed haphazard and rushed at first, proving that you shouldn't have access to your credit card in emotional moments, but in hindsight, you blamed it on Foolish. What had he thought would happen when he sighed how much he missed you during your daily phone call?

You didn't really like plotting to surprise him behind his back with his family, both you and Foolish cared a lot about honesty and trust and you would definitely apologize for the little lie that you had to help a family member move today.

For the trouble you were causing his family, you had prepared a small package just before your flight, with British snacks, freshly baked biscuits from your mother, tea, as well as a more expensive bottle of gin for his mother that would keep him out of the house for the day.

You knew already that Foolish was going to tease you with this.

The smile on your face broadened, you could catch in the reflection of the window how your eyes began to sparkle as you thought of how he would hold you in his arms, whispering those bantering words in your ear.

Not for very long.

The doorbell hadn't even finished chiming before the door of the house in front of you was yanked open.

"Oh my God."

"She's really here."

Of course, you knew Em and Moo from Foolish's stories, streams, or the occasional phone call, his sisters were crashing to say hello to you. The two of them immediately pulled you into a hug that made you wish you could stay here forever.

The three of you went up the stairs, you stopping briefly when you recognized the sweater that was dumped over the railing. Everything in this house screamed Foolish, the clothes thrown randomly over the backs of chairs, photos of him beaming at you, the lines on one of the door frames measuring his height.

Before following Moo and Em into his room, you took a deep breath.

Cautiously, you entered the room that you had only ever seen on your screens. Immediately you noticed the smell, his smell, and although it had been several months since your last meeting, you recognized it immediately. You let your eyes wander around the room, the made bed, the small bedside table next to it, on which you noticed a photo frame with one of your photos, on the windowsill were the shells you had collected during his visits and the small jar of sand he had smuggled back in his trouser pockets.

It was a strange feeling to be standing here, in this room which screamed Foolish and yet in which he was missing.

"Okay, everything is set here, you just have to log in," Moo's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned away from the windowsill to his desk where the two sisters were standing and booting up his PC.

Stepping up next to them in front of the black background he used, you and Moo traded places so you could sit in his chair.

The seat was set way too high, your toes only touched the floor when you stretched your legs, and you allowed yourself to adjust it.

With the help of his sisters, you logged into your Twitch account, turned on the camera and tested the mic.

When all you had to do was press the "start" button, you turned to his sister. "Thank you both, without you and your mother this whole thing would never have gone well," you thanked them sincerely.

Moo grinned, just like Foolish, "No problem, at least Noah won't bug us when you are around!"

You laughed, and it took some of the tension away.

"Good luck! I bet he'll drag mom home.", Em spoke the last part to her sister as the two walked out the door leaving you alone.

As soon as he saw the notification, he had Twitch open, his mother's smile at the wheel completely escaping him. Just like many others in the chat, he was puzzled by the mysterious question mark in the title and by the blackscreen, why didn't you use your normal screen? The first chatters started greeting you, asking for a face reveal and for a moment he regretted not having any sound on.

Until the screen changed and a young woman waved at him, a very familiar pair of shark glasses on her nose.

"Mom?!"

"Already on our way home."

You heard his shouts for you through the headphones, the loud footsteps across the stairs, and at the same time as the door slammed open, you muted the stream.

Foolish didn't even give you enough time to get up from the chair, he pulled you out of the camera's view, right into his arms. "Oh god, what are you doing here? When did you get here?" He squeezed you closer and you melted into the embrace. Closing your eyes, you let him hold you, focusing only on his heartbeat, his hands in your back, in your hair as he held your head.

"I wanted to surprise you," you mumbled into his shirt and he leaned back slightly.

His dark eyes wandered over his face in disbelief, as if he couldn't quite believe your presence. "You did it." Then he furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, did you plan all this with my mother?" he asked, and you nodded. Foolish shook his head, laughing slightly. "That's why she wanted to go to her painting class with me, and not Moo or Em! And they were in on it too?"

You nodded again. "Yeah, sorry love, but I wanted the surprise to be perfect."

Foolish leaned down to you slightly, bumping his nose up against yours. "You're perfect, I love you."

"I love you too." Smiling, you put your hands on his neck, pulling him down to you for a kiss you have been waiting for a long time.

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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♡ idiots ♡

Part One: Just because it won’t come easily, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

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summary: jubilee wasn’t planning on playing cupid today, but sometimes; two idiots need a little help falling in love.

wc: 3210

warning(s): none i think! (that’s a first) well actually there’s a tiny bit of bad language.

notes: i chose the oc’s name to be parker, you know, cause… peter parker? and he, like quickie, is also a superhero?! haha i’m so funny, i know! this oneshot is dedicated to my beloved charley, @quickiesgirl, who is just as, if not more in love with pete than i (didn’t know that was even possible but it is!). love ya and hope you like this!

— featuring the shirt from this amazing gif :)

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Parker drags her feet behind the group as they walk up the drive to the mansion. She’s hot and mentally exhausted from the most recent mission, ready to try getting a wink of sleep on her break before she has to teach the kids. The evening sun beats down on the group, mixing with her already splitting headache, making her want to curl up in a ball and disappear. She’s having a truly shit day.

Jubilee looks back to see her walking alone behind the group and hangs back until Parker catches up with her. She grabs Parker’s hand and they walk together, with Parker throwing her a sad smile, unable to hide her bad mood.

“Did I tell you I adore your shirt, Parks?” Jubilee chirps up in the silence, taking the hem of the purple and blue fabric in her hands. “Feel like I’ve seen this before…”

She swings their arms, trying desperately to brighten up Parker’s mood. Parker looks at her, instantly feeling a little better. Nobody knows how to make a bad mood vanish like Jubilation Lee does. Parker nods, grinning back at her best friend. The pair ramble on for a few moments about how their day has been, and how funny Scott looked with his shirt on backwards, as nobody told him it was.

“Oh my God!” Jubilee gasps. “My favourite part of today was this morning in the kitchen, I heard your sweet singing voice, Parker. You sound like a nightingale.”

Fuck, it felt so good having Jubilee around to keep Parker sane. She keeps walking ahead and laughing along with the rest of the conversation. She spins on her heels and walks backwards to face Parker. She brings a fake microphone up to her mouth, lyrics exploding from her mouth.

“Sweet Dreams are made of this!” She sings, her shoulders bopping along to the words she’s singing. Parker immediately joins in, bringing her own fake microphone to her mouth. She dances towards Jubilee, draping an arm around her shoulders.

“Who had a mind to disagree?! I travelled the world and the seven seas!” Parker yells.

“Everybody’s looking for something!” They scream in unison, noticing everybody else had made their way inside, leaving the two girls all alone. They hum the rest of Parker’s favourite song together as they open the door and head for her bedroom to take a nap.

Jubilee kicks off her shoes, sitting down next to Parker on the latter’s bed. She watches intently as the look on Parker’s face changes to one Jubilee knows so well. And it means she’s thinking about one thing, and one thing only… The x-men had split up into two groups, one with Jubilee, Parker, Scott and Jean, and Erik (after he stopped terrorising them) leading them. And the other had the rest, with Charles leading and giving the rundowns and orders. Fucking hell Parker just wanted Xavier and Lensherr to get together already. Only Parker, Jubilee, Scott, Jean and Erik have made it back to the mansion so far, so that gives them time to do whatever the hell they want. In Parker’s case that’s having a nap, and in Jubilee’s case that’s playing matchmaker. Jubilee wasn’t planning on playing cupid today, but sometimes; two idiots need a little help falling in love. And idiot #2 is still out there, so she has to wait for him to get back, which obviously doesn’t take too long.

“You like Peter don’t you?”

Parker whips around to look at Jubilee, a confused look written all over her face. She goes to speak but closes her mouth.

“It’s your face, Parks. You always have a look on your face when you’re thinking about him.” Jubilee laughs, placing her hand on Parker’s arm.

“I do?” Parker asks. “Is it a dumb face?”

“No! No,” she says. “It’s kind of like you’re daydreaming and shocked. Like you’re on the edge of a cliff and you don’t know if you want to jump or not.”

“That’s oddly specific, Jub.” Parker raises an eyebrow at her and chuckles.

Jubilee just shrugs, waving it off. She gets off the bed and leaves the room, coming back a few moments later with a small bag of makeup. Parker watches her rummage through the bag, pulling out some products and a sponge.

“I’m gonna make you look so hot, he won’t know where to look tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“We’re all having dinner together tonight, order in. Charles’ treat.”

“Oh fuck! I’ve got nothing to wear!”

“You can wear something of mine, Parks. Something… silver,” she squeals, taking some product on her sponge and dabbing it on Parker’s face, until they both hear shouts coming from outside.

Parker gets up and looks out her window just in time to see the others getting back, and there he is, with the most adorable little grin on his face, through all the pain nobody else can see. These back to back missions are beginning to take a toll on him, and on top of that he’s also a professor. As is everybody else, but nobody else in that mansion, other than Jubilee, is as precious as Peter is to Parker. And he’s holding his arm, like it’s been hurt pretty badly, so Parker immediately runs down the stairs as fast as she can to tend to him. If she has to nurse him back to health, then of course she will, any excuse to get close to him.

She finds him laying face down on the sofa in the teacher’s lounge, whimpering in agony. She kneels down next to him and daringly runs her fingers through his hair once. He lets out a guttural whimper when he turns his head to look at her, surprised she’s there, after all he’s been acting so cold and distant towards her for the last two weeks for whatever stupid reason he can think of. Truth is, he was falling in love with her but didn’t know what to do with his feelings, so he pushed both Parker and his feelings away.

As soon as she sees the cuts on his beautiful face, she rushes out of the room and comes back with a first aid kit, wondering how fucked up the rest of his body is if his face is that bad. She doesn’t care about her own cuts and bruises right now. Peter’s her number one priority.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

The energy in the mansion had switched drastically since Erik came back. Peter and Parker talked and joked like normal. She flirted a lot, knowing Peter loves it. He loves knowing he’s the only one she has an interest in and he soaks up every ounce of her he can get. And yet… Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No quick hugs when he runs past, no tucking her hair behind her ear while they talk. If she caught him staring over at her one more time without saying anything she was going to flip. Or beat him up. She doesn’t know which.

She kneels back down next to him and asks him to sit up, which she has to help him with, the skin to skin contact between their hands electrifying the air around them. But all that was once there is now gone as they let go of each others’ hands, Peter resting his in his lap as Parker turns to get a wooden spoon out of the first aid kit. “Bite down hard on this, okay?”

Parker placed the spoon in his mouth and he bit down, letting out a scream as Parker popped his left shoulder back in place. “The rubbing alcohol might sting a bit too, just warning you.”

“I’m fine.” He shrugs as best as he can with his dislocated shoulder.

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am!”

“Stop being so stubborn,” she says, dabbing the cotton wool over his cuts to clean them, the alcohol working its magic in seconds. He’s thankful she’s doing this for him, but he isn’t about to tell her he has a large cut across his chest. No way would he make her even more worried than she already is.

Parker can’t suppress the smile that tugs on her face, her cheeks turning that bright pink colour that Peter loves. She tilts her head, smiling at him as she finishes cleaning his wounds, placing a bandage over a gash on his right arm and fuck she forgot how nice his hands are. She knows it’s wrong to think about that right now, but she can’t help but think about how he would use them on her, if they ever got that far in their situation-ship.

“I’m worried about you Pete,” she finally says. “You never sleep, and fucking hell you could’ve died out there today!”

“But I didn’t die. And you’re worried about me?” He teases, his mouth pulling up into a small smile. He rests his hands on his things and starts patting a beat, nothing in particular, just something to distract him from the increasing tension in the room.

“Always,” she says, lacing her fingers together to also take her own mind off the tension in the room.

They stay quiet for a little too long, just basking in each other’s presence. Peter goes to say something but stops, closing his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows. She would lean in to kiss him right now if she could, but she’s not entirely sure how he feels about her, so she doesn’t.

He hops to his feet and tells her he’s going to the store and he’ll be back in a minute before speeding away, not bothering to listen to her reply. He has better things to be doing, like body slamming into Jubilee, apparently—a woman on a mission.

“Can we talk?” She asks.

He nods, following her into an empty room. They stand at the door on the inside of the room with the door closed. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, bubs, but I do need to talk to you. But… Parker… She really likes you.” She breathes out. “She really really likes you.”

“I really like her. Really really like her,” Peter admits, running a hand through his hair.

“I think you’re tiptoeing around it,” she says bluntly, thoughts coming out of her mouth before she even has time to process. “She doesn’t know you like her. She’s been moping around all day because she thinks you hate her! And she told me how you were being really ungrateful when she was trying to help you earlier.”

Peter nods, staring off into space, uncertain of what to say next.

“Just tell her how you feel. Show her. That’s all she wants.” She pats him on the shoulder, and he unexpectedly pulls her in for a hug.

“Thank you.” He gives her a tight squeeze.

“You’re welcome.” She rests her hands on both of his shoulders. “You’re so gonna owe me, Maximoff.”

Peter splutters a laugh, blushing, and Jubilee laughs as they walk to the teacher’s lounge together. The food has now arrived, and Jubilee has left the room, in search of her best friend.

At the table set up in the room, crammed with everyone, probably isn’t the best place to be gawking over somebody, but Peter can’t help checking the doorway every two seconds.

He almost lets out a loud gasp when Parker walks into the room, her arm linked with Jubilee’s, dressed in his colour. She doesn’t look at him, instead going over to help take out plates and cutlery for everybody, turning her back to him as she talks to Jubilee.

“You’re practically drooling.” Scott nudges his arm.

“I’m hungry.”

“Mhmm, not for food.” Scott says quietly enough for nobody else to catch what he’s saying.

“Fuck you,” Peter laughs. Yeah, he can’t believe he’s thinking this but Scott is right. He’s just not admitting it yet.

He feels like he hasn’t fully picked his jaw up off the floor after seeing Parker walk into the room, dressed to the nines in her sparkling, silver dress, and a silver ‘P’ necklace around her neck. Parker sits opposite him after dinner is dishes up, her glittery dress clinging to her as she settles into her seat at the table in the lounge.

Peter’s heart races in his chest just looking at her, the way she’s smiling as she pours curry over her rice. Dinner is amazing, but there’s that tension in the air again as they all tuck in. He can feel her gaze on him as the others converse, they are the only two not talking to anyone, which to hear Peter not talking is a fucking miracle and a half. Their eyes never meet, her eyes locking with Jean’s when he tries to catch her gaze. She looks down at his plate, completely licked clean, and she blushes ever so slightly, wondering what his tongue could do in other places.

She can’t help but like him a little more. Peter’s joking with Kurt, well, Peter is speaking and Kurt is just nodding along, pretending to be interested, when Peter jumps suddenly. Her foot rests against his calf under the table as she crosses her legs for a most definitely innocent reason. He sits there, speechless and kind of, sort of in love.

Everyone stays at the table, talking late into the night. Parker’s attention is completely focused on Peter under the table, brushing her foot against his leg, watching the way he blushes, until someone says her name.

“Parker?” Logan questions her. Everyone else at the table is looking her way. “We’re playing; would you rather, you in?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, would you rather… Kiss me,” he says, flexing his arms. “Or Peter?”

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Howlett. I'm not impressed." She replies, instantly. A chorus of 'Oohs' echoes round the room as the boys laugh. Hank punches Logan on the arm, laughing, and he hits Hank back. “I’d much rather kiss Peter.”

His stomach drops onto the floor, as does his jaw. “What do you think of that, Pete?” Somebody asks at the table, but he’s not quite sure who.

Everybody looks over to Peter as he starts talking. He’s speaking so quickly he’s not sure the words are coming out of his mouth in the right order, all jumbled up like the colours on a Rubix cube as he explains that he’s truly flattered she would pick him over Logan. He can’t resist looking over at Parker as the next question is asked.

She, to Peter’s surprise, looks kind of down. She’s laughing along to the answers but her heart isn’t in it, her laugh never reaching the loudness that he falls harder and harder for every time.

Parker gets up instantly, walking out of the room as everyone else starts clearing the table. He watches her trying to run away in her sparkly heels, and he wonders what just happened. He speeds up to Jubilee, who’s wiping down plates in the kitchen.

“Can you, um—“ He breathes out, eyes watching Parker disappear. “Keep everyone downstairs? Or at least away from Parker’s room?” He rushes out, looking at the girl with pleading eyes.

“Sure, but you really owe me now.”

Peter beams, wrapping her up in his arms before speeding away. “I mean it, you owe me!” She tells as he leaves from her sight.

Parker’s already in her room when he catches up to her, her chest heaving. He leans against the doorframe, and she still has her back to him.

“Are you alright?” Peter asks, chuckling to himself at how hard she’s breathing from just running up a few stairs. She turns around and looks him in the eye for the first time that night, smiling and catching her breath. He smiles back, taking a nervous breath before asking. “Can we talk?”

“You’re talking right now.”

“Haha, you’re very funny.”

“I live to entertain, Pete. Thank you.” She grins. The light in her room is soft, and weirdly romantic. He doesn’t know how to continue the conversation so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Nice shirt.”

She looks over at the purple shirt she was wearing earlier, now hanging back up on her coat rack. That's meant for coats but she doesn’t follow the rules. She chuckles, biting down on her lip. She prays he’s far enough away so he can’t see her blushing. But he can, and he loves it.

Peter and Parker are still watching each other, completely in the dark as to what’s going on downstairs, hearing crashing and loud, off-key singing coming from Logan, Hank, Scott, Jubilee and Jean since the rest have gone to bed. They can practically hear Charles’ eyes rolling.

“Wonder what kind of lecture we’re going to get off Charles tomorrow morning…”

Parker bursts into laughter after hearing some more wild shouts coming from downstairs. God, he fucking loves her laugh. And she loves his laugh. And they both swear if the other doesn’t say something else they’ll burst.

“I really like you,” Peter blurts out, unable to hold his words in. His heart races in his chest, unsure what to do in the silence as she watches him for a long time, their stares not breaking.

“I— I like you too, Pete.”

He feels like he’s shaking from the pure happiness running around inside him. He soaks in the moment for a second, just smiling at her.

“So, what does that mean for us—?” Parker starts, before getting interrupted by Logan and Jubilee skipping down the hallway.

“If that’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen…” Peter whispers, and they both erupt into laughter, both feeling a spark as Parker holds onto Peter’s arm.

Parker sits in front of her desk, wiping Jubilee’s makeup off her, her eyes scrunched together, and Peter thinks she’s the most adorable person he’s ever laid his eyes on. He watches from the doorway, arms folded over his chest, waiting for her to be done. She catches his gaze in the mirror and sticks her tongue out. He smiles and makes a face at her reflection, and she laughs quietly, smiling back at him.

Parker sighs as she gets up, walking over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his chest, careful not to hurt his aching body. She cocks her head, looking up at him, and he looks down at her lips, stained from the lipstick she was wearing. She moves in first, cupping his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss. He swears he feels a shock shoot down his spine as she presses her lips against his.

He pulls her closer, holding her as if she would disappear if he let go, his hands gently cradling her waist as they continue to mould their lips against one another’s. His hands travel slowly up to her hair, singers slipping between her locks.

Shit, he really fucking likes her. It could be love, he doesn’t know.

She’s laughing as she pulls back, noticing Jubilee standing in her doorway. She raises an eyebrow at Peter, smirking at the both of them, shaking her head as she leaves the room with one word and a laugh. “Idiots.”

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wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s · 3 years

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Good Omens Crowley x Reader

A/N: sometimes we all need some demon fluff, don't we?

A quiet noise of the TV is heard in the background, it's one of your favorite million-times-seen movies you know by heart, so you don't even have to pay attention to know what's happening on screen. And frankly you don't pay attention to sounds either because of a song stuck in your head. You catch every second of this moment, the first time your beautiful demon lets himself doze off on your chest. And it really pleases you to feel his weight on top of you, to feel his soft hair tickling your neck, the way he hugs you tight.

A touch

From your real love

It's like heaven taking the place of something evil

You can't resist slipping your fingers into his red locks, very gentle, afraid to wake him. Stroking back and forth, in circles, you can't get enough of this sensation, tenderness mingled with sweetness and serenity overwhelms you.

You hear steps and a second later Aziraphale sneaks in, some concern in his face is now replaced by the beatific smile, he stands still gazing fondly.

"Aahh, you two, there you are," he whispers, "looking so... so sweet, so... so cozy, aren't you?"

You can't help but smile back, "I so fuckin' love him," you murmur - not really in reply but maybe you just revel in admitting it again - and put a tender kiss on the top of Crowley's head keeping ruffling his hair, "So fuckin' love," and Aziraphale nods knowingly.

"Oh!" he flusters, "I've made a cocoa for you! And oh, if I knew you'd not up to it now," he feels confused. No offense but you always find that confused Aziraphale is quite something.

"My dear angel, for me cold cocoa is no less tasty than fresh, so I'll gladly drink it later, thank you so much!" you reassure him.

He places a mug on the table carefully and you continue, "And yes, to be honest, nobody makes it more delicious than you," it's rather dark in the room to discern, but you sense angel's cheeks getting pink.

He comes closer and kisses your forehead, "It's so nice to hear," then his meaningful glance goes to your sweetheart, "He does love you too, very much. Obviously," a manner he pronounces this word makes you chortle every time.

Crowley mumbles some confirmation through his sleep and slides along you until he gets comfortable nuzzling into your neck and you sigh pleasured by sudden extra touch. Just a one little sigh, but most likely it sounds just a little more obscenely than it should, because now Aziraphale seems to be in haste.

"Well, I, I have to go and finish some... some paperwork there," clearly he likes the view of you two, but he's too delicate to stay here.

"Please come back anytime you want, dear," you keep scratching Crowley behind the ear like he's a big cat, "I'm going to bake something for you tomorrow, how's this?"

"Sounds tempting," he grins at the inside joke and leaves the room.

You reach for the TV remote control and hear Crowley's indistinct protesting mutter as you take your arm off his shoulder. You hurry to push the "off" button and lock him in a tight embrace again.

"You're the most precious thing in the whole world that I have," you whisper, "My beautiful demon," and chuckle when he immediately responds by a long low "mmmhmmhm" and a tiny nip at your neck, still sleeping, though.

'Cause I love you so much

I fall to pieces

Your legs are intimately entwined with his under soft tartan blanket and you close your eyes at the feeling of your full body contact. Could you ever think you'd be so pleased with where life takes you? Lazy carousel of soothing dulcet thoughts flows through your mind and probably nothing else can warm your heart more at the moment than this powerful eternal entity lying at ease and trustfully in your arms. And a light cocoa fragrance around you. ❤️

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART FOURTEEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: mentions of sexual content, feelings, cigarettes Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: HI EVERYONE! I’m sorry I’m so inconsistent lately. I promise that the next chaptered fic I write, I’ll only start posting it when I’m done writing it. I hope you like this chapter - its incredibly sappy because I’m on my period lol

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MASTERPOST

“Remind me again why you want to ride separately from your brother?” You looked pointedly over at Josh, who was smiling as he ran a soapy rag over the plate you’d just finished eating off of.

“I already have to spend my whole winter break with my family, no need to rob myself of alone time with you,” he explained like it was obvious.

A huff escaped your lips. You pushed away from where you had been leaning against the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. You laid your head in between his shoulder blades, feeling him turn to nuzzle his nose against your arm as it laid on his shoulder.

“We spend so much time together - like every day - which I’m obviously grateful for,” you said, half-muffled by the material of his sweater. “But don’t you think it just makes more sense to carpool?”

You couldn’t see his hands, but the movements you could feel told you he was wiping the extra water off of them before turning around and pressing your chests together. His lips lightly brushed your temple as he spoke.

“You’re right,” he agreed, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t about to just relent. “It does make more sense - I just don’t want to.”

You let out a breath, frowning as you tried to figure out if you should say what you were thinking. After a moment of working up the courage, you cupped his jaw with your right hand, knowing full well that the sweet gesture would help him swallow the discomfort your words would cause.

“Josh,” Your voice was low and quiet, but as you met his eyes, you chickened out. They were so honest, looking at you like your presence was the only thing keeping him grounded - like if you left, he’d just cease to exist. You made a mental note to have a talk with him about that at some point, but you decided it would have to be after you’d returned from Christmas break.

“Hm?” You must have been contemplating too long, prompting his features into a look of concern. You couldn’t bear it.

“Jake is going to ride with us,” you said decidedly. “I already told him he could.”

That was a bit of a lie - he had mentioned it a few days ago and you had said you’d run it by Josh, but you had just made up his mind for him.

He huffed a laugh as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “Sounds like you’re already communicating better with my family than I have in months.”

“Well,” you started, giving him a pointed look - the kind you only give when you feel confident that you’re right. “I think that would mean communicating with them at all. Honestly, Josh, I know you-”

You were abruptly silenced as he placed his forefinger across your open lips, a half-smirk on his face.

“It’s okay,” he assured simply. “He can ride with us.”

A smile spread across your face underneath his finger. “Good. Have you started packing?” Your words were muffled under his touch.

“Eh,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug, lowering his hand to brush his thumb across your chin.

“Do you want help with that?” you inquired cheekily. “Because, you know, we leave in two days.”

He appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Actually, yeah, that sounds nice. You can sit on my bed and watch while I pack really inappropriate clothes for the occasion.”

You half-snorted out a laugh, rolling your eyes because you knew that’s the reaction he was aiming for. “How about I just pack for you?”

+++

For the first time since knowing him, you saw Jake Kiszka wearing a jacket. It was long and dramatic and nearly brushed the top of the snow as he made his way out to your car with a leather duffle bag in his left hand.

He opened the rear, passenger-side door and tossed his bag in next to yours and Josh’s before sliding in next to it.

You greeted him cheerily, to which he shot you back a smile as a reply.

“You’re actually wearing a coat,” you noted as he pulled the seatbelt over his form and buckled in.

He hummed amusedly, reaching into his pocket and popping a stick of gum in his mouth.

“I’ve found that he doesn’t usually dress like a slut to go home,” Josh replied instead as he turned a lighter around in his palm, absent of the task.

“And if I didn’t wear a coat home, I’d never hear the end of it.”

Josh nodded in agreement, and then you watched a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. “I’m kinda surprised Kate isn’t coming with us today, to be honest. Are you waiting until Easter just to make sure?”

You were busy pulling out onto the road, so you didn’t see it, but you could imagine Jake deeply rolling his eyes at the question.

“I would bring Kate home - it would make me truly happy to physically see Mom die a little inside when she starts trying to talk about amphibious breeding cycles at length during dinner,” he mused, voice clear of any kind of sorrow. He finished simply and with a smile, “But she isn’t my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know, it seemed a little sus when I showed up at her house in the morning and you were already there, chillin’ with her dog,” you replied in a sing-song voice.

“I wasn’t already there, I was still there.” You felt him place a hand on your shoulder, and slap his other one against Josh’s. “Not all of us have the luxury of just being able to pop down the hall.”

“Fair enough,” you relented, feeling your face flush warm.

“Or the shower. Or the kitchen that one time,” Josh added unhelpfully, making your eyes immediately pop open.

“Josh,” you scolded and quickly considered reaching over and slapping him, but decided it was unsafe to drive and strike a passenger at the same time.

“No, this is good,” Jake assured through a smirk you could hear. “Let him get it all out before we get there.”

Josh snickered back, “You’re such a prick.”

+++

The Kiszka homestead was almost impossibly cozy. There was a basket of blankets by the big sofa (much nicer and fluffier than the blankets at your apartment, which had been flattened and matted to the point of complete defeat) and the furniture was centered around a glowing, stone fireplace. Josh’s mom had hugged him for a long moment upon your arrival - a gesture that made your throat feel tight as you watched her fingers flex in the material at the back of his shirt.

She was sunny and kind to the point that you could clearly see Josh’s mannerisms reflected in hers, and the dinner she laid out on the dining room table seemed impossibly large to you, having come from a home with just three people in it.

When she asked you how you liked Midwestern cooking, you gushed about it for - what was undeniably - too long. You’d never say, but you weren’t positive that part of it wasn’t just not having had a real home-cooked meal in months.

You had come to decipher that Josh had told his family that you were just a roommate that didn’t have a place to go for winter break, but you were pretty sure you’d be able to tell the nature of your relationship if you were on the outside looking in - you seemed to be magnetically drawn to wherever Josh was these days.

Everyone cleared out of the living room pretty quickly after dinner and conversation, and you finally got the chance to ask the question that had been on your mind all day.

“Do I sleep out here?”

You were posted up on the couch, your legs crossed one over the other with Josh staying a few inches farther away from you than you were used to.

“No,” he replied. “You can take my room and I’ll sleep out here.”

You had asked mostly as a formality - you hadn’t figured that you’d actually have to sleep separately. Through a slight frown, you said, “Oh, man. It’s been a while since I’ve had to sleep alone. What if I freeze to death?”

He flashed you a smile. “I thought ahead and laid a heated blanket out on the bed for you.”

“Heated blanket? This whole time heated blankets were an option?” you whispered harshly.

“Okay, in my defense, by the time I remembered that they existed, we were already sleeping in the same bed every night.”

The suspicious way you stared at him for a few moments had him biting back a laugh - one of those unguarded ones that seemed to be reserved for people he was really comfortable around. Which seemed to just be you most of the time.

“Will you at least come get ready for bed with me?” you asked, subtly looking up at him through your lashes.

“Of course - no puppy eyes necessary,” he assured with a snicker.

This room was decidedly different than the one back in Ann Arbor. Josh’s space back in the apartment was mostly made up of Earth tones - either picked by choice or having just dulled over time. There were little pops of color scattered around the room, like the golden yellow rug that spread across almost all of the wooden floor, or the string of flags that spanned the entire wall above his bed.

This room was different. You could tell that his parents had tried to clean it up since Josh had moved out, but there was still evidence of spots where posters were hung on the maroon red walls. A stack of comics laid on the dresser - the surface of which was covered in residue and paper where he had placed stickers and then tried to peel them off.

You eyed a well-used keyboard placed along the far wall, and what appeared to be milk crates full of sheet music and the idea of him sitting in front of it and practicing for hours brought a smile to your lips.

He hauled both of your bags up onto the bed and you both picked through them for the sleep apparel you’d packed. You watched him change into a short-sleeved tee and a pair of loose flannel pants through the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth across the hall, and when he caught your eyes, he gave you a smirk.

You’d been half expecting him to change his mind and just crawl into bed with you, but instead, he helped you clamber under the covers and pulled the comforter up to your chest.

“Wow, full service tuck-in and everything,” you teased, but quickly shut up when his thumb brushed over your lips.

“Well,” he mused, voice low. “Not the full service.”

You gave him a sour grin as he backed up to the door and flicked the light off.

“Good night, Joshua.”

+++

The next couple of days came and went easily. You were starting to get actually acquainted with his family - chatting with his mother and sister over morning coffee, and getting pinned between his brothers on the sofa while Christmas movies played in the background.

You really hadn’t realized how much you missed being around family until it hit you at dinner one night. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Josh unscrewed the lid on the salt under the lip of the table and then asked Sam if he wanted any.

Josh was just about to slide it across the beat-up wooden surface when you snatched it out of his hand, pointedly tightened the lid, and then slid it over.

When you peeked over at him, Josh was glaring at you, but he wasn’t able to stop the mischievous smirk that his mouth took the shape of.

Sam huffed a laugh that sounded more like a scoff, having figured out the plot quickly after seeing the look on Josh’s face.

“Samuel, do me a favor and dump the whole shaker of salt on your potatoes,” Josh requested in a faux-sweet voice. “Please and thank you.”

“Piss off.” Sam’s reply came through a mouth-full of food, but somehow, he still managed to look lovely while saying it. However, that didn’t save him from his mom’s scolding look - though whether that was in response to the harsh language or speaking with a full mouth was anyone’s guess. You guessed that a person never got to grow out of being “the baby”.

It was then - that simple moment - that you realized how oddly welcomed you felt in this setting. It hadn’t been awkward or uncomfortable even once. You’d never felt out of place despite how different it was from your own home experience.

After you were settled into bed that night, you laid awake thinking about nothing and everything. You didn’t feel particularly tired, but you had decided to turn in when Josh started dozing off on the couch while you were watching the tv on low volume.

You had no clue what time it was, as your phone was charging across the room, but at some point you heard the distinct sound of a door creaking open. It was just down the hall - that you could distinguish - but you weren’t positive which room specifically. The person made their way down the hall, and then up a creaky set of steps, though you could tell that they were trying to move quietly when they got to the next floor and the cadence of their steps changed to something lighter.

You thought about it for a moment before pushing the covers off of you, crawling out of the warmth of the nest you’d made, and slipping your feet into a pair of Josh’s fuzzy slippers that were just barely peeking out under the bed frame. Trying to be as quiet as the last person had been, you crept up the stairs in the low light, having to strain to see the steps in the unfamiliar space, lest you lose your footing.

The room at the top of the steps was a study, and on the other side of it was a large, sliding glass door. And on the other side of that, was Jake, sat out on a covered patio with a cigarette in his hand.

You crossed the room, grabbing a blanket off of the worn leather sofa and wrapping it around yourself as you moved.

He barely turned his head to look at you as you slid the glass open and stepped out onto the porch. The brisk air hit you hard enough to nearly knock the breath from your lungs, so you pulled the blanket up your body until only your head was showing.

“Sorry if I scared you.” The volume of your words were just above a whisper as you bent to sit next to him on the cold wood. “Or if I’m intruding.”

He hummed around his cigarette before ashing it into a Coke can. “You didn’t, and you aren’t.” He looked you over for the first time then and frowned deeply at you. “You are going to freeze to death though. Where the hell is your coat?”

“I’m fine, I’ve got the blanket, see?” you assured, though you had to admit that the cold cut right through the thick material.

He ran his eyes up and down it, rolling them affectionately at you. “Okay,” he replied, though it sounded nothing like he believed you. After a few silent moments, he spoke again.

“How are you liking it here?”

A genuine smile spread out over your lips. “Michigan is lovely, if that’s what you mean. Cold to the point where I’m not sure why anyone would want to live here, but. Lovely, all the same.”

He smiled back at you, oddly warm in nature for him. “And what about the family? Do you find all of us lovely too?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, pulling your knees up to your chest like you were in a cocoon. Another few long moments ticked by as you watched the snow fall. The night was so still that you swore you could hear the flakes as they settled on whatever surface they happened to land on.

“Can I ask you something?” You flicked your eyes over at him to assess his expression. You knew your brows were threaded close together in worry, which he seemed to take into account before he answered.

He nodded as he took another drag. “Sure,” he replied, smoke and steam glowing with the light of the cherry on the end of his cigarette as he exhaled.

You were silently trying to figure out how to word it for long enough that he looked over at you expectantly.

“Do you think Josh would have come home for Christmas if I...weren’t around?”

He met your eyes and huffed a humorless laugh. “I think that he would have spent a week or two anxiously deciding whether he could handle it and then, ultimately, he would feel too guilty to say no. And from there, I think it would have been a repeat of last year - he would have come home here, found it exhausting, and then screened everyone's’ calls for a couple of months again.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you just stared at his face, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip until you could feel they’d left an indent as you ran your tongue over it.

“But it’s weird, right?” he continued, biting back a smirk that made you a little uneasy about what he was going to say next. “He seems to be almost blissfully happy this year.”

You held your breath for a moment as you tried to organize your emotions, and then exhaled in a rush once it became uncomfortable. “Look, I. He’s obviously a lot of things to me. A best friend, a room mate, a...romantic partner?”

Jake shot you a disbelieving but highly amused look at your wording.

“But I’m worried that he’s tying himself to me too tightly.” With your eyes, you tried to portray the emotions that that thought evoked in you - how compressed it made you feel.

He seemed to chew it over as he stubbed out his cigarette on the damp wood and then - near instantly - materialized another from behind his ear like a magic trick.

“I love seeing him happy, but I’m scared that I’m the only thing making him happy,” you finished, voice admittedly a little shaky. You didn’t ask first - though you should have - but you slid closer to him until your shoulders were touching, and despite not knowing him all that well yet, it still managed to make you feel more grounded. “It’s not that I expect this to end - whatever we have - but what if it does?”

Jake’s eyes flitted around your features like he was trying to map your face as you anxiously waited for him to tell you everything would be alright.

“You know,” he started, voice low. “When we moved away for school, he was the one that decided we wouldn’t room together. I mean, I didn’t blame him or anything, but I always just assumed we would. He used to be so outgoing. I mean, he never missed a party. People would trip over themselves to be next to him. He used to take his ex out any time he could - it didn’t really matter where, because he’s always had a way of making even the most monotonous task seem fun.”

You didn’t try to suppress a smile as it found your lips.

“So, his ex broke it off with him. I don’t know what happened really - only what I’ve been able to pry out of him - but it fucked him up pretty good. And then as he was just starting to get over it, his roommate had some kind of mental break and just moved out one weekend while Josh was gone. It’s not like they were best friends or anything, but they got along.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder and not caring whether or not it was polite to do so anymore.

“Yeah,” he agreed, simply. The tone of his voice was something very somber - the kind you’d use if you were giving a eulogy. “I tried to help. I offered to move in with him. I showed up at his apartment all the time, but he got pretty effective at dodging me. Not just me, actually, but everyone. Worried the fuck out of our mom.”

“What then?” You were not-so-secretly hoping that Jake was going to find a way to make you feel better, and the pitch of your voice reflected it. The core of your body felt like it was stuffed full of stones, weighted and heavy. “What happened?”

Jake hummed. “Well, he started to level out a bit. After a good couple months he started at least answering the door when I came to see him. Sometimes he’d text me back after a day or two. That went on like that for a while.”

He titled his head to look over at you then for the first time in a while. You felt oddly vulnerable after hearing all of that, but you tried not to duck away from his eyes.

“But then, suddenly, you were there. He didn’t tell me a thing about you, or even that he was getting a new roommate until well after you were already moved in.”

You huffed a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, he didn’t tell me anything about you either really. Imagine my surprise when I open the door and you were a twin. Uncanny valley territory.”

“I think he learned how to compartmentalize the people in his life. Seems like it’s easier to manage relationships that way when you’re an extremely guarded person like he had suddenly become.”

He took a pause to take a long drag, simultaneously running a hand through his silky hair.

“But to answer your question - I don’t think you’re the only thing making him happy,” he continued, meeting your eyes with an intensity that you understood to your core. “I think you’re just reminding him that there are things to be happy about.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but you were suddenly choking back tears and a tight, hot feeling in your throat.

“You’ve just got to give him time to remember what it’s like.”

When you opened your mouth to reply, you realized you’d been holding your breath for a moment too long, causing you to suck in a shaky breath. “I intend to give him all the time he needs,” you promised.

Jake offered you back a smile as he moved to stand, stretching out his muscles and then extending a hand for you to take. He helped you clamber up off the floor before tucking his lighter back into the pocket of his fleece sleep-pants.

“Good to hear.”

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