#just in casies for the end my apologies ^^;

[storiesforallfandoms]

all the mistakes ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2866

request?: yes!

“I just started reading your stuff and I'm in love with the Colson stories!

I was wondering if you could do Colson x reader. Reader finds out she's pregnant by Colson and he doesn't think he's ready to be a dad again and abandons reader but then realizes a couple months later that he's truly in love with her and does everything he can to win her back?

If not, it's okay.. thank you ❤️”

description: in which he comes to apologize for all the mistakes he’s made leading up to the birth of their child

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, child birth (not in detail obviously), lil angsty and sad but it ends happy, rpf (if you don’t like it don’t read)

masterlist (one, two, three)

Colson always said he wanted another kid. Especially once Casie started to go through her pre-teen years and he found himself wishing she was still a baby again. He and (Y/N) had talked about it so many times, and they had both agreed that they wanted to have a baby together.

So why did he run away when she actually got pregnant?

Colson could still remember it all so vividly: the look of happiness on (Y/N)’s face when she showed him the positive pregnancy test, the heavy feeling in his stomach that turned to panic that rose into his throat, the sound of (Y/N)’s voice as he grabbed some of his things and left without another word. He could remember the sound of his phone constantly chiming as (Y/N) tried to text and call him, until finally he had to put her contact on mute. It didn’t take her long to give up trying to contact him, though.

He didn’t know why he did it. He had been asked by so many people - his boys, his mom, Ash, even Casie herself - but he had no answer. When (Y/N) first told him she wanted to have kids with him, he had been so excited. So where did his sudden panic come from when it actually happened? Why was he suddenly so doubtful over his ability to be a father again?

He couldn’t bring himself to go back. He was embarrassed for the way he reacted, and he thought (Y/N) wouldn’t take him back anyways. Not that he blamed her. How could she take back the man who got her pregnant and then ran out on her? Because of his reluctance and fear of rejection, Colson didn’t see (Y/N) for months. And he would’ve kept it that way if it wasn’t for Casie throwing his car keys at him and forcing him out of the house.

“You have to go see her,” Casie said as she slammed the door in her father’s face and locked it.

“You gave me my keys, Cas, I can get back in,” he pointed out.

She held up the house key that usually hung on Colson’s keyring. “I took it off. You’re not getting back in until you go see (Y/N) and apologize for being stupid.”

“She’s not gonna wanna see me.”

“You don’t know that! She’s carrying your child, and I’d doubt she seriously wants that kid to grow up without a dad.”

Colson didn’t want to admit that he thought (Y/N) probably got rid of the baby the second he walked out on her. “Cas, come on, just let me back in.”

But Casie just crossed her arms and glared at him. After a few minutes, Colson sighed and rolled his eyes. There was no use in trying to get back in unless he did exactly what Casie wanted, so he went to his car and drove the familiar route to get to (Y/N)’s place.

At least I can get the rejection over with quickly and get back into my own house, he thought to himself.

Pulling up to her house, Colson started picturing the night he left again. He wanted nothing more than to turn his car around and go back home, but he knew Casie could tell if he was lying to her. His hands were shaking as he shut his car off and put the keys into his pocket. He was almost hoping that (Y/N) wasn’t home. Maybe if she wasn’t, Casie would drop it and let him back into the house without having to actually deal with the situation.

But her car was in the driveway, so she had to be home.

Colson made his way up to the front door and raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, unable to make his hand move. His brain was still screaming at him to turn around and go home, but he had come this far. He couldn’t just back out now. At the very least, maybe he could give (Y/N) some closure so they could both move on from this, since he knew there was no way that she was going to take him back.

He finally moved his hand to knock. It didn’t take long for him to hear the sound of footsteps coming towards the door, and when the door opened it felt like the floodgates within him had opened.

(Y/N) was stood there, her belly big enough to tell him that she was still carrying his child. She had never looked so beautiful to him before.

Her eyes were wide, almost like a deer caught in headlights. He was the last person she expected to see on her doorstep, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slam the door in his face or throw herself into his arms and beg for him to never let her go again.

“Hey,” Colson finally said. “Uh...I’m sorry to surprise you like this. I probably should’ve called first or something.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten through. I blocked your number,” she told him.

Ouch, he thought. I deserve that, though.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “If it’s to finally get the last of your stuff that you left here, I have it in boxes in the spare room. I can bring it all down and send you on your way within five minutes.”

There was a lot he wanted to say in response to that, but instead he found himself saying, “You probably shouldn’t be lifting too much or going up and down the stairs a lot in your condition.”

Her face darkened as she glared at him. “Don’t pretend you give a shit now.”

Colson sighed and shook his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Can I come in? I just wanted to talk, to apologize.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “You leave me when I tell you I’m pregnant - with a baby that you wanted, might I add - and you leave for months, with no calls or texts or anything. And now you think you can come back and just...apologize for all of that?”

“I know, I fucked up - ”

“No, you don’t know,” she cut him off. “You really fucked up. You beyond fucked up, actually. You don’t understand how much it hurt me when you just walked out. You didn’t answer any of my calls or texts. I thought you were going to be happy when I told you I was pregnant. We talked about starting our own family for so long, and I thought you’d be overjoyed for this. But you just walked out and didn’t come back. You do not understand how hard that was for me to deal with, how hard it still is to deal with, while also trying to deal with this pregnancy all on my own!”

She was starting to cry. She mentally cursed her pregnancy hormones for making her so much more susceptible to tears lately. She didn’t want him to see her cry, especially not over him.

When he extended his arms to her, though, she gladly took the comforting hug. She sobbed into his chest, trying to take in his familiar smell and warmth without letting him back in too much. He couldn’t just come in and demand a second chance like this, but she also couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved to see him on her doorstep.

Colson guided her into the house, closing the door behind them and bringing (Y/N) to her living room. They both sat down on her couch and (Y/N) wiped the tears from her eyes. She reached for a tissue from a box on one of her side tables and blew her nose as well.

“I had to start leaving tissue boxes in every room,” she sighed. “Stupid fucking hormones. I cry at everything now.”

“At least you’ve managed to prepare yourself for it,” Colson said.

She sighed and wiped at her face again. She felt so puffy and gross, and not just from the crying. The pregnancy had made her feel so many negative emotions. Even now, when she was supposed to be mad at Colson, she found herself self conscious about her round belly and how it made her look to him.

“Why did you leave?” she asked him. “I thought you wanted another baby.”

“I do,” he responded. “I should’ve been so goddamn excited when you told me you were pregnant. I think I would’ve felt that way if I wasn’t such an idiot instead and started feeling doubt about being a father again.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...I panicked when you told me. I found myself thinking about if I was cut out to be a dad again. Like, what if I ended up missing so much of the baby’s life the same way I did with Casie? I wasn’t ready to be a dad when Emma was pregnant with Casie because I was so young, and I found myself back in that mindset when you told me you were pregnant. Just this sudden panic and self doubt.”

“But we talked about this. You said you wanted another baby.”

“I know. I don’t understand it either. It’s just my fucked up brain ruining everything again.”

(Y/N) placed her hand on Colson’s in a comforting gesture. “You’re not fucked up, and you are an amazing dad to Casie. I have no doubts that you’ll be even better with this baby, especially now since you’re older and have experience.”

Colson shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “I can’t believe I was so stupid to let myself get worked up like that, though. I should’ve been so excited. We should’ve had a big ass fucking party to celebrate, and then you should’ve been moving into my house so we could start this family together. I shouldn’t have run out the door and left you like that.”

“Why didn’t you ever call or text me before now?”

“I felt embarrassed and stupid for my reaction. For the longest time, I just felt like I couldn’t face what I did, or face you. And then the more that time went on, the more I felt like coming back was a mistake. I figured you would kick me to the curb and tell me to never speak to you again. I thought...I thought that...if you even still had our baby, that you’d never let me see them anyways.”

(Y/N) found herself running her fingers along the back of his hand. What he was saying all made sense, and she felt like she believed him. She didn’t think he was malicious in leaving her. He didn’t do it because he was an asshole, he did it because he panicked suddenly and made a bonehead move, then his embarrassment got the better of him and made him overthink the situation even further. It didn’t completely heal the wound that his leaving had left inside of her, but it was enough to make her think she could possibly forgive him.

“If you had shown interest, I would’ve let you see her,” she said. “I would never keep you from your daughter if you wanted to be in her life.”

Tears were forming in Colson’s eyes as he looked up at (Y/N). “It’s a girl? You know that for sure?”

(Y/N) could feel herself welling up again, too. She nodded and got up to get the ultrasound she kept on the fridge. She passed it to Colson and sat down next to him.

“That’s her,” she said. “She was once the size of a peanut when I got my first sonogram, and now she’s a fully formed baby.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have another daughter,” Colson breathed.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Definitely a good way. I would’ve loved to have a son, but if there’s anything that being Casie’s dad has taught me, it’s that I love being a girl dad.” He placed the ultrasound on the coffee table and turned to face (Y/N). “I love you, too. More than anything, (Y/N). I was such a fucking idiot to ruin us the way I did, but I never stopped loving you in that time we had apart. I wanted nothing more than to call you or to show up on your doorstep like I did today, but I was terrified of what your reaction would be if I did.”

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) replied. It was the truth. She hadn’t stopped loving Colson, no matter how angry or upset he had made her. She loved him so much, and she felt like carrying his child had made her love him even more. “But you hurt me a lot. I meant what I said, you can’t just come in and say you’re sorry and suddenly everything goes back to normal.”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to win back your trust. Whatever you want, (Y/N), I’ll do it.”

“Right now, I want you to be here for the rest of my pregnancy, and I want you to be there when your daughter is born. We can take things from there.”

Colson nodded. “Will you come stay with me and Casie at least? I intended on asking you to move in with me anyways, and I know that’s a big ask right now, but I want you to be there and to start making it your home, because eventually it will be. Your home, and hers.” He put his hand on her bump, thinking about how his baby girl was growing in there.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “Give me a few minutes to pack a few things, and then we can head over. I want to see Casie anyways. I’ve missed her so much.”

~~~~~~

A few months later, Colson and (Y/N) were on the way to the hospital in the middle of the night. (Y/N) had woken up to pee and ended up having her water break. She woke Colson with her surprised shriek and he got everything together for the two of them to go to the hospital. Casie was at Emma’s, so Colson texted Emma to let her know that the baby was coming and to let Casie know that she would be a big sister by the time she woke up.

The labor pains weren’t as bad as (Y/N) expected, but they were still certainly the worst pain she had ever felt. Colson stayed by her side through the entire process, just like he promised. He let (Y/N) use his hand as a stress ball, crushing it with every contraction pain she felt. He stayed in the room after the doctor’s announced it was time to push and, even though he did feel a little lightheaded during the birthing process, he stayed to hear his baby girl cry for the first time.

The doctors let him cut the umbilical cord before they washed the baby girl and wrapped her in a soft, pastel pink blanket. The doctor passed Colson the baby and Colson sat next to (Y/N) so she could see her, too.

“She’s so beautiful,” (Y/N) breathed. “Besides the fact that she looks like a little prune.”

Colson chuckled. “Yeah, she definitely needs a day or two to look less wrinkly, but she’s gorgeous. You really did it, baby.”

(Y/N) mustered enough strength to reach out and lightly graze the baby’s cheek with her finger. “She was definitely worth all that pain and the exhaustion. Although, to be honest, I don’t think I can fight the sleep much longer.”

Colson leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Get some rest. When you’re feeling up to it, we’ll get Casie to come see her baby sister.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started to close, but Colson could see that she was trying to fight her fatigue. “We haven’t named her yet.”

“We can do that when you wake up. We have so much time to get everything figured out. You already did all of the hard stuff, let me help out with this side of things.”

She smiled, sheepishly, and forced her eyes open for another moment to look at Colson. “I love you.”

He smiled back at her. “I love you, too. More than you could ever know. Now, get some rest. We’ll both be here when you wake up.”

(Y/N) nodded and finally closed her eyes. It didn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. Colson stood so he could put the baby in the bed that the nurses had brought in to put next to (Y/N)’s bed. She had already stopped crying and had also been lulled to sleep in Colson’s arms. When he had her laid down, he stepped back to look at his two girls. He smiled and couldn’t help the tears that started to well up in his eyes. He couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment.

[gayofthefae]

[Atypica spoilers] Thinking about Byler getting together and Casie and Izzy from Atypical. If you don't know, Casey is the center of a bi love triangle between her boyfriend who she got with in season 1 and best friend who was introduced in season 2 and this was the cover of the show for a long time:

[spoilers below the cut]

Anyways, she ends up with the best friend

And this is their first kiss right after Izzie's confession which is, notably, not really her making a move at all. They've had a lot of romantic tension lately but then it got a little weird and distant and she basically says "I know you know I like you and I know you don't like me so please just don't act weird about it I miss you as my best friend" and she gets interrupted with...well, what you see above. I believe the exact quote is "If I knew you would be like this I would have never in a million years told you how I felt, because it is becoming incredibly clear that you don't feel the same." (Angsty scene Shawn Levy hinted at, anyone?)

She's apologizing for making Casey feel uncomfortable when she was in a heterosexual relationship and saying that she is not trying to make a move at all, she just misses her and regrets anything that would drive a rift between them...and then Casey kisses her like this.

Just...thinking about Byler and this. That's all.

(Other things of note: the boyfriend remains a character in the show, he just isn't in plots with Casey anymore and, similarly to Will, Izzy was very supportive of Casey's relationship and would often listen to her talk about it. Sometimes, like Byler, even those scenes had tension - a scene that started with Casey telling her she and her boyfriend had sex ending with a VERY homoerotically slow handhold. There are moments where it's clearly upsetting to her but she still is supportive and removes herself.)

[professor-amaryllis]

:{ A Video file is embedded. [Location Redacted], Kanto. 12/18/23 3:37 pm. }:

This video opens mid argument. The afternoon sun shines glaringly off of the snow covered countryside of what can be assumed to be somewhere in Kanto, though without any true landmarks it is a little hard to tell exactly where. We find ourselves in an old, well worn vehicle of some sort, from the looks of it a station wagon, though its hard to make much more out from the inside.

In the back an interesting array of pokemon lounge around the luggage and supplies the professors have brought. A very large Salazzle and a Charmander compete to squish their faces against a single window- despite there being other windows that are completely free- while a Weavile glares up towards Amy in the passenger seat, seemingly unhappy with their existence. In the far back a large faintly spotted Alolan meowth sleeps on a blanket with a happily dozing hisuian sneasel.

Turning back towards the front Echo begins to pick up more of this argument between the two professors. Amy, who seems to be attempting to wrangle a large paper map while also working around a shiny hisuian sneasel on their lap, is insisting that they have things handled and they're sure that they're on the right track. Casi on the other hand seems to be much, much less sure about this and is insisting that they stop for directions.

Casi: I really don't know why we aren't just using Echo to navigate, or just the gps om my phone. This is way more complicated than it needs to be.

Amy: You and I both know why I turned our location off, and the GPS doesn't track us if it doesn't know where we are.

Casi: Yeah, because lost in the Kantonian countryside is much safer. You got me there.

Amy: Look. It's fine. See here we must be on- um. No wait here, it has to be. Hm. Well-

Casi: You have no idea where we are.

Amy: It's been thirteen years give me a break!

Casi: If you aren't going to ask them I am.

Amy: You don't speak Kantonian?-

Casi has already pulled the car over by the side of the road, however, and frustrated exits the vehicle and approaches the first person that he sees, an older man who seems to be simply enjoying the clear winters day sitting on a bench and scattering seed for the local Pidgey and Spearow. Her tone is friendly and cheerful, and she smiles at the man, but as she speaks in a slightly accented Kantonian the man seems to become immediately confused and concerned.

:{ Echo note: I have run the offending phrase through my poryphone translation technology!! Approximate translation follows!! ["What the fuck is your problem?"] :3c }:

Amy, who had been just sort of watching confused through the car window up and until that point, immediately opens the door and in their haste to intervene falls directly into the snow. They scramble back to their feet and over to the pair, and while their speech is muffled through the car door it's clear that they are profusely apologizing in a heavily accented Kantonian. Luckily the poor bystander seems more confused than angry, and after a few minutes of talking the two professors head back to the vehicle. They sit in silence for a moment, Amy trying to brush the snow off themselves, before Casi speaks up.

Casi: ...So I take it I misspoke?

Amy: Is that what you're calling it? Casi where did you learn that??

Casi: Don't worry about it. I was just saying hello!

Amy: That is not what you said at all! And what do you mean don't worry about it? Casi talking like that to people could get you killed-

Casi: Well it's a good thing I asked someone that I knew could speak the language to be here with me, isn't it?

Amy: I... Hm. Alright. Point taken. But don't ever do that again.

Casi: Yeah, ok I won't... So. Were we going the right way?

Amy: ...... We have to turn around...

Casi laughs just as the video ends.

:{ End Transcription }:

[zafirosreverie]

Almost perfect (Pepa x Fem!Reader)

a/n: There’s some Dolores x Reader at the end. Also, I used Ana Cirré’s Casi perfecto lyrics.

warnings: angst 

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Akin to my zodiac sign,

and with your future already resolved,

you never drink and you hate tobacco

you must be a great prospect

You laughed while Pepa turned around in the middle of the square again, with a pretty rainbow over her head. You loved these kinds of events, where she was allowed to feel and express herself.

It was always funny to see how some people would ask what drink the redhead had had, but you knew she didn't need to drink anything, she was just that special and bright and beautiful. You blushed as she walked over to you and held out her hand, her huge smile sending butterflies to your stomach.

"Come on Y/N, you promised me a dance" she told you when you didn't move

"You know I have two left feet, Peps" you said

"And I have two hands to catch you if you fall"

You sighed before you smiled and took her hand, knowing that she wouldn't take no for an answer. You could feel your body temperature rising as she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her.

Autumn dyed your hair

and you hide your belly under the dress

it is true that you are not a model

but you melt me ​​with your deal

You could feel her figure under your hands. Slim, with marked bones and some areas, like her belly, a little softer due to her age. This close, you could see her gray hair, hidden by the fire. The wrinkles around her eyes gave her a warm, motherly touch. All of her amazed you.

You were always amazed at how well your friendship with Pepa had turned out, despite being just a few years older than her daughter Dolores. The woman didn’t seem to care about the age difference and she always treated you as if you had been a childhood friend.

Although she also had her motherly moments in which she would come between you and someone who was bothering you, protecting you with all her being and making you feel so loved.

"Didn't you say you couldn't dance?" she laughed, spinning you around.

She was painfully close to you.

I hesitate like a fish in front of the hook

should I take you or leave you.

Pepa blinked in confusion when you abruptly walked away from her. You apologized, saying that you had gotten a little seasick and would come back after drinking some water. Fortunately, the redhead just shrugged and winked at you, telling you that you still owed her a full dance. You tried not to blush too much as you walked away.

"You should stay away from her"

You jumped when you heard Camilo's voice behind you. You turned to see him with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. You've had this conversation before, but it didn't make your heart hurt any less.

"I try" you said

"Not enough"

"And what do you want me to do? I can't just ignore her every time she talks to me" you crossed your arms too

"You could"

"Camilo"

You two turned to see Dolores frowning. Her annoyed look just made her brother roll his eyes and walk away, muttering something pretty rude about you.

"I'm so sorry Y/N" the girl told you

"I deserve it" she shrugged.

"That's not true, no one should be condemned for loving someone"

If your chill was evident, Dolores didn't say anything. It was no secret to anyone that you were really in love with Pepa, it was obvious from the way you always blushed when she was near you or the way you looked at her longingly. Everyone but her could see how much you wanted to be with her.

But that didn't mean they approved of it. Camilo was just an example. The reality was that while you might be the redhead's closest friend, the rest of the Madrigals didn't like you. Camilo and Mirabel were especially suspicious of you, not wanting you near Pepa, Alma didn't like you setting foot in her house and even the usually kind and warm Julieta looked at you with disapproval and suspicion. Only Dolores seemed to appreciate and like you.

She didn't care that you were in love with her mother because unlike her family, she knew that you would never do anything to hurt her and that you respected her enough to stay away. That was something she admired. She was also grateful that you weren't faking your friendship with her for your own benefit, as other people usually would.

You didn't care that her mother controlled the weather, or the money everyone knew the Madrigales had. You would never ask her for anything more than to let herself feel, no matter if you ended up wet or frozen. You won't be dazzled by her powers, you just wanted her love.

"Nothing hurts more than loving who you know you can't have" you said

Dolores simply nodded, watching as Mariano danced with Isabela. You didn’t say anything as she linked her arm with yours.

__________________________

A forty-something with privileges

you like children and games

you are the example of a wife

You would be a perfect woman

If it wasn't that you have a secret

You smiled as you watched Pepa play with some children that Mirabel usually took care of. She had made it rain a few minutes ago and everyone was laughing and jumping in the puddles. It was a lovely image.

"Y/N" she greeted you when she saw you "Come with us"

You desperately wanted to say yes, because her beautiful smile called to you. But the look of death Mirabel gave you froze you in place and you just shook your head gently. It pained you a bit to see the older woman's smile fade a bit.

"I'm sorry, Peps, but I have to go...Dolores said that she urgently needed to talk to me"

"Oh, okay" she nodded "You'll tell me if it's something serious, right?" she asked, worried about her daughter

"Of course" you smiled and hurried out of there. You barely managed to jump the foot that Mirabel extended to make you trip.

You are almost the perfect woman,

the one I searched for so long,

the one that makes me vibrate

skin and skeleton

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"What?!" you covered your mouth with your hands and your eyes widened.

"Marry me" Dolores repeated.

You looked at her as if she had grown two more heads. This was not what you expected when she dragged you into her room. Had she gone crazy?! The girl must have seen your confusion because she gently took your hands in hers, making you look into her eyes.

"Think about it, Y/N...I know you love mom, and you know I love Mariano...but he's going to marry Isabela" she told you "Besides, I love you as a friend and I respect you. Maybe we can build a marriage based on that, if not for love, at least we can support each other"

You thought about it a bit. It made sense, Dolores had run to you when she found out that Mariano was planning to propose to her cousin and you could understand her desire to have someone by her side. But you weren't sure if you were strong enough to live in the same house as Pepa, it seemed a little masochist. Besides, there was another problem.

"...you do know that your grandmother and the rest of your family hate me, right?"

"That's why we would go to live at your house" she told you "Or to another place"

She laughed adorably when you blinked in confusion.

"We are both women, Y/N. We can't have children. Abuela is only interested in those who marry in the family living here so they can enlarge the Madrigal family" she explained to you

"...makes sense" you said "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, squeezing your hands to give you courage. You thought about it for a few more moments and closed your eyes before nodding.

"I accept" you said.

______________________________

Pepa forced herself to smile, not wanting to ruin her daughter's special day. They didn't need another wedding in a hurricane. But if the sky shook and darkened a bit when you walked past her on the way to the altar, no one mentioned it. They probably thought she was just emotional because her only daughter was getting married.

But the truth was that her heart was breaking with each passing minute. She hated herself for not stopping this the second you and Dolores announced the engagement. For not having had the courage to confess what she really felt for you. She hated that she couldn't ask Felix for a divorce fast enough.

And now here she was, watching you marry someone who wasn't her and feeling guilty for wanting to be in her daughter's shoes. She felt her heart stop when your eyes met, with the same shared thought.

You would be the perfect woman

but you only have one flaw....

that you are not single

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Dolores smiled throughout the ceremony, knowing you would think she was just faking it. But the reality was that she managed to trick you all and now she was truly happy.

Happy to see Isabela's face. Her cousin had approached her a few days before she proposed to you, begging her to tell Abuela that she was in love with Mariano in order to her avoid marrying him. But Dolores knew what she really wanted: Isabela wanted to continue to be seen as the perfect girl. Because she knew that if Dolores said something, she would be seen as the bad one, the disappointment of the family, not Isabela. Well, she wouldn’t do it, no matter how betrayed her cousin felt.

She was happy to break the illusion of her family. It had come as a surprise to you that the rest of the Madrigals started treating you better once your engagement was announced. Everyone thought that they had made a mistake and that in reality you had never been in love with Pepa, but with Dolores and you had only tried to gain your mother-in-law's trust.  Everyone's face when she told them that she would move in with you and not the other way around, was priceless. She was taking an important weapon from them. She was free.

And she was especially happy to hear her mother's heart break. Perhaps it could sound cruel, but Dolores did give her many opportunities to have you, ready to step aside and let you two be happy, even ready to continue lying about being in love with Mariano. Pepa could have fought for you. And she hadn't. She had been a coward.

Dolores carefully removed the veil that covered your face and squeezed your hand in a comforting gesture when the officiant allowed her to kiss the bride.

She heard thunder crack the sky as her lips touched yours and her smile widened. Everything had gone according to plan. Now you were hers and although she knew it would take time for you to fall in love with her as she was with you, she swore that one day you would love her.

[chanandlersstuff]

Tell me if it's mutual

Pairing: MGK x Reader.

Summary: A concert, one specific song, memories flowing and you realise something important.

Word count: 2.521

Author’s note: I had this idea in my brain sience the album came up and now I got the time to make it happend. Also I inspired in this post and this song.

Colson and you had been a couple since a while but neither of you felt the need to come clean with the fans. He didn't have the best reputation with relationships and you were new to all that famous stuff, so keep a low profile just for now it was for the best.

Colson had invited you to the first concert of his last album and you were thrilled. All the gang was there, Casie too. You were looking at him shining just like the star he was, he was in his happiest time. Rocking with his friends, with his fans. He runs on the stage like a free animal, jumping from here to there, yelling all the lyrics with his fans and you just admire him with a big smile on your face. Seeing him happy made you happy. You still remember the bundle of nerves that he was when the album came out, the tears of joy when the album got the recognition it deserved, you were every step of the way.

“It's amazing isn't it? ”- Casie said and you nod with your head. He was singing Jawbreaker and he was smiling and singing from the top of his lungs.

“Yeah, he is his true self. I love that.”- Casie looks at you and smiles.

The song finished and the lights changed color and he was silent looking around. You frown your eyebrows and look at Casie but she was smiling.

“Where are you?” He said and you don't understand anything, Casie looked at you and she raised your arm and made you wave. You see him through the big screens on the stage and he was smiling. “There you are. Hello.”- You smile and wave, although you're not sure if he sees you. “Guys, this next song means so much to me because the person that inspired it is someone very special to me. You were with me when this album was just an idea and you are here now, I hope you stay by my side for the rest of my life.”- You open your mouth surprised. You had no idea that he was planning this. “Sing it like that day in the car babe. This is your song.”

The song starts and you smile like an idiot, all the memories that that simple song helds means the world to you. Every verse had its own memory.

Wake up, still drunk from last night

The first dates are always uncomfortable

Stayed up, I couldn't sleep last night

I'll admit, I'm a little dysfunctional

Are you okay with the fact I'm a little off track, to be honest

I've been through relationships, I've never been in love, but I want this

You remember your first date, oh god it was a disaster. You meet him thanks to your clumsiness. You were filming your first movie and in your enthusiasm for finally living your dream you entered the wrong truck, his truck.

He was stepping out of the shower and he was like naked, he thought that you were a crazy fan and called security. All that mess finishes with the director of your movie telling him that you indeed were an actress and not a stalker. In a way of apologizing both of you invite the other for coffee, at the same time. But at the time both of you were done filming that day it was late at night and instead of coffee you went out for drinks. One drink leads to another and both of you end up wasted.

At first the “date” was really uncomfortable because of the past events, but with a drink or two the night hit it off and was a very fun night. After that day both of you bring coffee to the other and take lunch together. One day you wake up brave enough to ask him on a date and he said yes. He tells you that he was a little rusty in that area but he hoped not to make you regret asking him out. And you didn't regret it, at all.

Ever since you walked away, I can't wait to taste your breath

Sunset on my black parade, and I can't wait to see what's next

When the clothes are off and the phones are off

And the lights are on 'cause you turn me on

He didn't kiss you at the end of that night, but he didn't regret it. He wants to do things the right way. All of you were a ray of sunshine, funny, sassy, a little bit clumsy and childish. Everyday you come to set with a new crazy idea in that brain of yours. He remembers perfectly that one day you came to set wearing a PJ of a unicorn, with the horn, tail and with a lot of shine. All of that because you were cold. Oh god the way he laughed when he saw you. You were like a minion beside him, so seeing you like that was funny and cute.

But oh boy that image was nothing compared to the image of you in a sexy red dress dancing in a nightclub on one of the days off you two got. Just the two of you dancing and partying, singing from the tops of your lungs. Sex drive by him playing in the background and lust and desire in both of your eyes was too much, the heat from the bodies and the huge need to kiss until you brains explote was too much to handle.

So you took his hand, rushed from the nightclub and got the hell out of there. In your hotel room, clothes gather on the floor, the light letting you see every part of him, every tattoo, every scar, every little thing. He sees every centimeter of your skin, every little mark and imperfection, according to you but to him you were a goddess.

Pick up, pick up your phone

I know you just gave me your number but I wanna know

What's up with us because I got a feeling

Tell me if it's mutual

Are you with anybody right now?

Or could you step out and talk to me?

I'd text you but it's better to call

'Cause tomorrow there'll be less that I have to delete

The film that Colson was working on ended before yours, so now he dont see you more often and that was killing him. He was used to seeing you everyday, and spent time with you. He was in his house with his friends partying but you weren't there and he was drunk.

So he did the first thing that crossed his mind. Call you. You give him your number the day before he finishes the movie. It may sound rare but all the time he knew you he didn't ask for your number because all the talking was in person. It was two a.m and he was praying that you were up. When your voice, fresh as a lettuce, appeared on the other side of the line he was relieved because he didn't wake you up. The voice in the background made him panicked and the first thing in his mind was that maybe you were on a date.

When you ask him why he called and if everything was fine, he started to ramble about god knows what. In his drunk state he declared his love for you but told you that was totally fine if you didn't feel the same. It was obvious that you were with someone else that was way better than him and started to number all his defects. You tried to stop him and tell him that you were filming a night scene and that's why all the voices were in the background, not a date. You tried to tell him that you like him too, that his so-called “defects” don't matter to you but he ended the call before you could open your mouth.

Cover my mouth with yourself, there's nothing to say

After that incident he didn't call you anymore so you take the matter in your own hands. In the moment that you had days off you took the first flight to his house and made things right.

You had to talk to so many people to have his address and prove that you weren't a stalker and in fact knew him. But after all that you were standing at his door re-thinking if that was a good idea. The sky looks like it may be falling in any minute, the rain didn't stop even for a second. Maybe not, maybe yes but you only live once so fuck it. Maybe you will catch pneumonia but that doesn't matter right now.

His face when he saw you in front of him was priceless. He was so fucking confuse and surprice. You did the same thing that he made you, you didn't let him talk.

“You call me in the middle of the night and scare the shit out of me. And assume that I was on a date and feel sorry for yourself, underestimate you and on top of that you hang up. So now you are gonna shut up and listen to me Baker.”- She always calls him Cols or Kells or MGK but never for his last name. “You assume that you weren't enough for me and put me on a pedestal. You were so fucking blind to see that I was drooling like a fool for you. The day we got drunk I knew that there was a 95% chance that I will fall in love and I was alright with that because you were worth it. And look at me, I don't know how many month later, stadinding at your door telling you that I’m so fucking in love with you that thats all that is in my brain, that I cant even count the months. So never ever in your life Baker take for granted my feelings again.”

Said that he was shocked was an understatement. “And the other 5%?”

“What?”

“The other 5%, what about that?”- The water soaked the clothes and the rain was falling harder.

“From all the things I told you. You hold on to that?”- She was looking at him like he was fucking nuts. And he simply nodded.

“The other five porcent scream to me that I was being a fool and that you will never love me back. But I choose to ignore her because she is a little unhappy bitch.”- He laughs and kisses you. Like in a fucking romantic movie.

And all the doubts that both of you had, disappeared. None of that matters now that all the cards were on the table. The music and screams from inside the house were louder.

“Are you having a party or what?”- Your hands were in his neck and his in your waist. Those blue eyes were shining and his smile was beautiful.

“No, the boys are having a game night.”- He was looking at your eyes and he lost it in them.

“Okay. I'm gonna go to my hotel and let you go back to your game night.”- You peck his lips and walk from him but his fingers intertwine with yours and he shakes his head.

“No no, you are going to come to my house, shower because you are gonna catch a cold and you are gonna tell me everything that I miss from set, missy.”- You smile and kiss him again.

This time he lifts you from the ground and makes you intertwine your legs in his waist. One hand in your ass and the other in the doorknob, both enter the house and his friends look at you.

“Col stop eating her face and introduce her, dude”

“Boys this Y/N. Y/N the boys. Later you can meet her, now we gotta go. Bye.” He didn't let you say anything that he was climbing the stairs to his room you assume.

And that's how you spend your days off, with him. Talking with him, watching movies, getting to know his friends and sometimes in his studio, just sitting there because you like to see him working.

Even the silence that I have with you’s okay

Let's do it like it's the first time, like it's the first time

One time when the house was too noisy and his head too he just held your hand, climbed to one of his cars and drove nowhere in particular and just parked the car, rolled the windows down letting the hot air of Cali and the sun hit your skin and didn't talk at all. Your head in his lap, legs out of the window and looking at him. The way the sun glows in his skin, his features, his perfect nose and jawline, his perfect face.

Later that day he told you that he sometimes needs to go to some quiet place and just enjoy the silence, but he needs you there because you bring him peace.

When he finished the album and his management hadn't listened yet. He made you climb to his car in the middle of the night, it was a usual thing by now, and listen to the whole album, even the songs that will be in the deluxe version.

Of course you listened to some parts when he was in the studio but seeing the hope and fear in his eyes when he looked at you in his car seat thinking every word, every melody, everything, made you realise how important you were in his life.

You spent all the night listening over and over the whole album. By the time dawn comen both of you were screaming at the tops of your lungs every word. You tell him what was your favorite song and what you think about every lyric. The first time you listened to “Hangover cure” you looked at him with tears in your eyes and a smile on your face. By the second time you tried to memorise every word and by the third you were singing and dancing in the car making him laugh. You even make him get out of the car to close his eyes, let go and listen to his own music. And that was how at 6 am in the middle of nowhere a langy 6 ft 3.5 blond boy and a minion were jumping and playing invisible instruments like mad people.

When the song ended you were crying tears of joy and screaming from the top of your lungs, that was a thing you have done since you met him. He was wearing that smile that you like so much, but he tried so hard to cover, glossy eyes and a loving look in his eyes. In that moment you knew he was your ride or died, that you wanted him for the long run, that he made you the happiest person in the world, that you actually and truly loved him.

[straighttohellbuddy]

how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long.

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. Them/Them Reader. After the success of your first stream, you find yourself wanting to get back to your YouTube roots, and what better way to do that than with a cover by one of the bands who holds a special place in your heart? And maybe you’re using it to distract yourself from thinking about how coming back to YouTube means coming back to the things - the people - you’d left behind. 

Maybe it’s selfish, but Corpse kind of wishes you hadn’t come back to YouTube; honestly, if anyone else had taken the world by storm, he wouldn’t complain half as much, except it’s you and he’s still mostly convinced that you might be an angel like him... Except better. Because of course you would be a better angel, you’re talented and driven and personable and essentially everything an angel should be, and - bar the talented bit, Corpse at least knows some of his worth - you’re everything he’s pretty sure he’s not. Except it seems like everyone loves you, and he doesn’t exactly have a good enough reason to be bothered by you the way he is, so he has to act like he isn’t. Which is a lot easier said than done, when you barely say a word to him and it feels like all of his suspicions are confirmed. 

A/N: 8471 words. Reader in the fic is stated to be 24. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SUPERNATURAL THE TV SERIES. me, trying to walk the line between 3rd person omniscient narrator and trying to make the narration feel like its somewhat coming from the POV character?? it’s more likely than you think! as always, i really appreciate feedback.

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The day after your song drops, it’s on Spotify’s Top 50 Viral playlist, it’s charting on iTunes, it’s splattered across the internet, according to your manager, who sees fit to text you, congratulating you on what she assumed to be a masterful marketing tactic; releasing the song and immediately streaming alongside huge YouTube creators who have a wide and diverse fanbase, all plugging your music. She thinks it was a carefully calculated move, which makes you feel all kinds of scummy, like you were using your new friends. Thankfully, when you fire a somewhat defensive response about how you had no ulterior motive, that all you wanted to do was have fun and make friends, your tone apparently reads loud and clear, as you receive an apology a few moments later. Backtracking, she simply mentions that, even unintentionally, you had great timing, and she’s glad you had a good time, which is better, and you try not to dwell on your initial assumption. Years of your life had been spent worrying that the people you were close to just thought you were using them for views or fame; her words did little to quell that worry, so instead you tried to distract yourself, or at the very least, focus on the good that yesterday had brought about.

The best, of course, was Sykkuno, the hellhound who’d endeared himself to you almost immediately. Something about him makes you feel safe, though perhaps it’s that you’re unused to someone feeling so familiar; you like to think you’re a good judge of character, so for now, you’re trusting in your instincts, trusting in Sykkuno. The next best thing was a tie, between friends and freedom. Yesterday you’d been doing what you wanted to do, not what you thought you should be doing, not what was on brand, or carefully scripted; you were messy, stumbled over your words, and you laughed and deceived your friends as was the aim of the game, it was so freeing to be unfiltered. People kept saying it was nice to see you smile, to hear you laugh again. Huh. Part of you really doesn’t like that you know exactly what they mean, and more importantly, why people are saying that at all. But things are different now, are freer now; your brand was built on you, it’s nice to get back to that.

By mid-morning, you’d been sprawled out on your sofa for almost an hour, glad to be alone, to not have to worry about being seen, as you’ve phased your tail back into reality, and have it holding up your phone as you scroll through Twitter with one hand and fidget idly with the other. More and more you’re seeing supportive comments from people gushing about the few bars you’d sung of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood on stream yesterday. First your chat had loved it, now it seems the general consensus was that people would love for you to cover more than a few bars. While you tried not to listen too much to what other people wanted, you couldn’t help but admit that it was something you definitely wanted too.    

When you text your manager, new idea already taking hold of your focus, your earlier unsavoury text conversation seemingly forgotten, your manager reminds you that you should be working on your new album, putting together the tracklist for your EP. Ugh. 

It’s not that you didn’t have ideas, quite the opposite; you’re exploding with ideas, brimming, overflowing with them, for songs you wants to write and feelings you can’t express any other way, but the songs and collaborations you’ve already completed, their mp4 files sitting neatly on your desktop, you wanted to save them for the full album, like it was some sort of penance for getting to collaborate, getting to become friends with people you looked up to, people who inspired you. To you, their contribution was worthy of your full album. 

Well, that was part of the reason, the other part was that the songs you had designated for the album had a different vibe to your EP songs; albumtouralbumtour and imposter syndrome had both been written in lockdown, about very specific concerns you were having at the time. The EP was shaping up to capture a very specific moment in time, while the album was so much more than that. You couldn’t put read at five am on the EP, the collaboration you’d done with Troye, a lyrical-lament with a dissonant, upbeat melody, an apology for when you’re the one who cuts off contact with someone you’re close to and don’t know how to say why, and don’t know how to come back; yes, the fact that you and Ethan are talking again means that the song is technically relevant to this period of time, but it’s three years of regret and indirect apology compressed into in three minutes. It’s going on the album. 

But being stuck at home all day for months had made you all nostalgic for your roots, for when you’d started uploading all the way back in 2012, at 16, with no idea what a few videos would lead to. You missed covering songs you loved, the songs other people had written and that you had still connected with, the songs that made you want to write your own. Yes, you loved your own content, obviously, but from idea to video publishing, you knew a low-effort cover would take you maximum a day and a half if you were particularly inspired, which you clearly were. By now, you’d been doing this for so long that you knew the legality of it all like the back of your hand, and were in a stable enough place to be more than happy to pay royalties to the band you’d co-headlined alongside for your first international tour.

“What if I call the boys and ask them?” You decided to just call your manager directly, tail curled securely around your phone where you’d put her on speaker, pottering around your kitchen trying to find something to eat. Alison, on the other end of the line, sighed deeply, having been fielding these sorts of calls from you about once a fortnight since lockdown had started.

“Have you finished moment before impact yet?” She countered, and you wrinkle your nose; its as if she can hear the expression through the phone with the way she continues on, not giving you a moment to cut in, “listen, I won’t tell you what to do, but you need to make a decision about your EP tracklist soon, okay? The label’s breathing down my neck, you know you have more than enough songs for it.”

“Alison, the vibes -”

“The vibes, Y/N, I know,” she sighed deeply, but you could hear the faintest smile in her voice.

“I promise I’m working on my own stuff; I think moment before impact is gonna be a collab, but I’m not sure who with yet, but if it makes you happy, once I record this 5SOS thing, I’ll work on a demo of moment for the EP,” you concede, and you hear her hum in approval, “I promise I have all the songs in my head, I just gotta make sense of which ones are the right ones for now, you know?”

“I really don’t,” you could hear her actually smiling now, so you let yourself relax for a moment, hands braced on your kitchen counter as you looked to your phone, “but I suppose that’s why you’re the musical one and I’m the manager.”

“My favourite manager,” you told her sweetly, and her answering laugh is more of a snort. 

"Call the band, maybe they can work something out for you regarding royalties, if you plan to monetise it," she suggested, and you hummed, "keep me updated, okay? Make sure you're still working on your own stuff though."

"Alison you're a national treasure," you tell her feelingly; you don't even have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes.

But you take her advice, sending 'what if I covered Youngblood and posted it to YT? I'll pay you royalties' to the mostly dormant WhatsApp group you have with 5 Seconds of Summer, despite it being about six in the morning in Australia. Callum sends back a thumbs up almost immediately. Its all the confirmation you need to get started.

As you’re hunting through your house for a pick, turning over cushions, looking through junk drawers, you hear your phone go off, and you take a moment to check, surprised by what you see. A message from Sean. Huh.

[I see you’ve finally decided to join us in the gaming community, took you long enough 😊 If you ever wanna play something, just gimme a yell, you know Id be glad to have ya on my team.]

Considering the fact that it had been three years since you and Sean had properly been in contact, you find the message both surprising, and strangely heartwarming. There were a few people you’d purposefully fallen out of contact with, plagued by your own fears and self doubts. The people who you’d seen in person almost daily were the ones who you’d felt the absence of the most, but Sean, just by his close association with those people, along with a few other international friends, had been regretfully left behind also. Here and now, you can feel just how much you’ve missed him, how guilty you feel for giving in to your own anxieties and the negativity spewed by others. 

But you know you can’t dwell on the past, on your mistakes, all you can do is be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect, and take it.

[ID: A tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter and @goldeny/n, followed by a single tweet by @ZeRoyalViking, and a tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter, and @5SOS.

@yourtwitter: someone yell at me for doing another cover instead of my original stuff. quarantine got me feeling 17 again. might do the cinnamon challenge next. or finally do that Roast Yourself trend 4 years too late. | @golden_y/n: BRUH YOU BEST NOT BE PULLING OUR LEGS | @golden_y/n: I would empty my bank account to see you roast yourself. | @yourtwitter: Please Don't Do That YouTube Is Free | @golden_y/n: 😳💀💖

@ZeRoyalViking: stream today with some familiar and not so familiar faces!!

@yourtwitter posted an image of Griffin McElroy from the My Brother My Brother & Me TV show. Griffin is a Caucasian man wearing glasses and a blue checked shirt. He is visible from the chest up and is sitting behind a desk with one arm in front of him, with his thumb out, as if counting. The image’s subtitles have been edited, now reading ‘My friends are very much into the following: Bullying me on TikTok.’ | @yourtwitter: @luke5SOS is just mad im gonna sing his song better than him. he doesn’t use twitter anymore so i have the upper hand here. | @5SOS replies with a gif of Jason Momoa, who is incredibly muscular, with dark hair down to his shoulders, a black tank top, and sunglasses on, holding a microphone, standing in a confrontational manner, captioned ‘No, no, no. By all means, speak your mind. You got a problem with my boy?’ | @yourtwitter: HE WENT LIVE UNPROMPTED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT HOW I WROTE NOTIMETOSLEEP IN THREE DAYS WITH NO ACTUAL SLEEP, OPENED FOR THEM IN ARIZONA, AND IMMEDIATELY PASSED OUT FOR 16 HOURS AFTER WALKING OFF STAGE | @5SOS: we just miss you tho... and it is kind of funny. | @yourtwitter: the minute im allowed to safely leave lockdown im coming to australia to german supplex the lot of you. ❤️

End ID.]

Corpse’s whole ‘not thinking about you’ plan goes down a lot smoother when you’re not actively stealing his friends- what kind of Angel goes around stealing another person - another Angel’s, no less - friends?! Except, right, he doesn't actually have proof that you're an angel, just a hunch he’s apparently committed to... and, okay, you don't know you're stealing them... Sykkuno and Rae are allowed to have more than one friend. Obviously.

"Honestly, I'm still kind of riding the high from yesterday's stream," Sykkuno’s all kinds of elated in the voice chat, and Rae's quick to chime in, matching his tone, his energy, as she agrees.

"I cannot believe Y/N played with us! I’m sorry you missed it, Corpse, I think you'd love them," Rae is adamant, to which Corpse, from behind the safety of his monitor, makes a face.

"What makes you say that?” Even as he says it, as he tries to keep the negativity from his voice, his nose wrinkles, the expression shifting his eyepatch just a little.

“I don’t know, just something about...” Rae’s voice turns thoughtful as she considers, though Sykkuno takes the chance to pipe up, voice brimming with his trademark sincerity.

“You guys have weirdly similar vibes, like kind of a similar energy?” He tries to explain before a faintly embarrassed laugh escaping him, even with Rae humming in agreement, “not the exact same, obviously, but like, I don’t know, I think you’d really like them.” The problem with having Sykkuno for a friend is that he’s almost always trying to be genuinely kind or helpful. The problem is that Corpse can tell he believes what he’s saying. 

An angelic ability that often goes overlooked, even by angels themselves, is the innate ability to tell whether or not someone’s lying. It’s like a faint buzzing, low grade tinnitus, at the sound of a lie, something that can actually be pretty effectively ignored and forgotten, but right now, the lack of buzzing with Sykkuno’s words is frankly irritating. Not that Corpse can say that, he has no real reason to be jealous of your fast forming friendships with his friends, well, not any reason he can admit to on stream.

"You know what,” Sean muses, finally joining the conversation, “It’s been a while since I properly spoke to them, but I totally get what you mean,” fucking great; of course he agrees, “did anyone invite them to play; would love to have them here if they’re up for it.” 

"I think they're working on a thing today, but I can message and ask?" It’s Sykkuno who speaks up, the barest hesitation in his voice, and to that Rae makes a proud little noise in the back of her throat. 

"You met yesterday on the stream that I organised, and suddenly you're all best buddies? Gonna be honest, I’m a little jealous,” she admits, to which Sykkuno huffs a soft laugh, uncertain of what to say, though Rae’s tone is fond and she continues on, “seriously though, good for you, dude, finally getting the recognition you deserve -"

And on the one hand, yes, Corpse would agree that Sykkuno deserved infinitely more recognition and praise than he currently received, but on the other, the speed at which you two had aparently become close - a day! It had been a day! - sets Corpse’s teeth on edge. It was all he could do to keep quiet as the others chimed in, all their sentiments mirroring Rae’s.

All this frustration and resentment was almost definitely unhealthy, he was more than aware, but something about you had fixed in his mind; if it had been anyone else, anyone less talented or personable or productive, he could have probably handled it, but you...

All he gets is two games worth of peace before Sykkuno announces that he’s gotten a reply. Aparently you’re in the middle of recording a cover. Something about knowing that fills Corpse with discomfort, with envy, like he should be working on his music instead of being here. 

"But they say they're gonna take a break in an hour or say, so they might join us for a few games," Sykkuno’s tone betrayed his bright smile, and suddenly the voice chat was flooded with excitement from almost all in attendance. 

"Wait, really? Just like that, we'll be playing with Y/N?" Leslie sounds disbelievingly hopeful, but thankfully it’s only a few moments until the next game beings. While none of the others had picked up on Corpse’s silence, his chat seemed confused. Purposefully ignoring their questions and comments on the matter, he instead gives a few comments on the game, trying to come off lighter than he was feeling. 

He’s not quite sure what he’s going to do if you join the stream, he’d never actually considered that he might one day talk to you, have to confront the person whose very existence got under his skin, who might very well be the only other person like him on this side of the world. Unsurprisingly, his head’s not in the game.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?” Rae feels the need to ask when whatever response he’d given in a meeting had just come out as an incoherent mumble. Of course he straight up laughs at her question, which is answer enough, and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “you’re impossible.”

“Have you drunk any water today -?”

“Sykkuno you’re dead,” Sean interrupts Sykkuno, who had broken one of the main rules of the game simply to question Corpse about his health; he’s far too caring for his own good, but moments like this make for good entertainment, “dead people can’t talk,” Corpse is grateful for all of five seconds before Sean turns on him, reiterating Sykkuno’s question like a traitor; “Corpse, have you drunk water today?” In lieu of a proper response, Corpse groans, playing at being annoyed.

“I say we vote him out because if he is the imposter, we win, and if he isn’t, he has time to go drink a glass of water,” Rae proposes matter-of-factly, which just leaves Corpse spluttering with disbelief.

“That’s fucking stupid; I’m not the imposter, you’re basically throwing the game -” but the votes are already popping up, and unfortunately, for the first time all stream, everyone seems to be in agreement.

“Drink water, Corpse,” Rae, clearly the leader of this mutiny, orders, as Corpse watches his character get flung into lava, and very begrudgingly heeds her words. He takes his sweet time drinking a full glass of water and refilling it to take back with him, intermittently glaring from his kitchen at his computer, despite the game still going on; he’s got several tasks left, if they don’t catch the imposters, they’re doomed, and honestly he doesn’t care. Once the game ends, with the crewmates’ loss, as he’d suspected, they all find themselves back in the lobby. Maybe they’re waiting for him. They can wait longer.

As he settles himself back into his office chair, he pulls on his headphones in time to hear -

“- earlier than I thought because of a whole thing on TikTok and then Twitter, and then my manager texted me telling me-” It’s like he’s turned twenty again at the sound of your voice; you, bright, earnest, rambling to probably Sykkuno or Sean or Rae, probably not even aware of him, but he’s never been more aware of you. Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but your second EP, hyperfocus, had been in heavy rotation on his Spotify since he’d discovered it, since he’d listened to the crack in your voice, the exhaustion with which you spoke on i’m going through some stuff when Lofi had just been taking off as a genre. He’s... conflicted, going through an internal crisis while you keep talking, blissfully unaware, “- anyways, I think she’s just worried that I’ll end up threatening to German Supplex Harry Styles, or the late, great, Prince, and I’ll end up cancelled.”

“Y/N,” your name sounds equal parts amused and concerned as Sykkuno says it, with the air of someone who’s been privy to you and your antics far longer than just one day. The response you give is just as bright and cheery as your rambling had been, assuring him that you wouldn’t threaten to German Supplex Prince.

“You sure about that?” Sean was obviously grinning, judging by his fond tone, “sounds like something you’d try -”

“I’ve changed, Jack- Sean- fuck,” your muttered swear undercuts your attempt at earnestness after you correct yourself, clearly not used to calling him by his actual name. To that, Sean gives a fond chuckle, before going right back to ribbing you.

“I’m pretty sure there’s still video evidence of you trying to square up with Mark in person,” Sean points out, to which you grow huffy and defensive, playing up your frustration. 

“Well, that was for a completely reasonable reason!”

“Which was?”

“I thought it would be funny,” tone flipping completely, the words come out so sincere and bright it’s almost tooth rotting; if he didn’t know any better, Corpse would probably find himself being endeared by it, “and it was! Plus,” though here you give pause, and something about the tone of the conversation shifts as you chew on the words you’d almost said without thinking, “it was funny,” you said, softer this time. Sean, sensing the shift, does his best to pick the mood back up, reminding you that both you and Mark lost the competition you’d been taking part in anyways, and asking if you really had changed.

Before you had time to answer, however, Rae spots Corpse’s avatar moving ever so slightly, and immediately jumps on him.

“Corpse! Did you drink water?” She asks. He unmutes so they can all hear his deep, beleaguered sigh. “I can and will bully you into taking care of yourself,” her heart’s in the right place, and it is mostly a bit, so he can’t be too put out by the fact that she cares.

“I can’t believe you all voted me out because of it,” he chooses to respond instead, and Rae’s cackle echoes through the voice call.

“She also was the imposter, so...” Ze trailed off, a little sheepishly, to which Corpse rolled his eyes, not that anyone can see. Of course she was. But he’s not even given a moments before -

“You must be Corpse!” The moment the words leave your lips, every single goddamn nerve in Corpse’s body feels like it’s alight; everything overwhelming, unfamiliar,. white-hot, he’s suddenly desperately trying to keep his various abilities in check, since he really doesn’t want to short out his whole system, end the stream early, and probably cause his building to go into a blackout, just because of whatever this is. The whole world has changed with four words; better and worse and more more than anything. It’s... it’s a confirmation of some kind, and he tries to hold onto that vindictive feeling in his chest. You are familiar, you are something he recognises like no-one else he’s ever met before; you are like him. Is it better or worse now he knows it’s the truth?

“Must I be?” He manages to respond, keeping his voice as level as he’s able, shooting for vaguely amused and trying not to let any of the past few seconds sudden overwhelming panic and triumph bleed into his voice. But the moment you hear him, there’s a sharp gasp; that same something, understanding, recognition he’d felt, you feel it too.

“Y/N, you okay?” Ze had asked, and you made a vaguely muffled noise of unconvincing confirmation. Out of sheer, idle curiosity, Corpse opened a new tab and searched up your YouTube channel where you were streaming.

“Maybe we should have warned ya’,” Sean offers with a light laugh, before lowering his voice, immitating and announcer as best as he could, “warning! Corpse is about to speak!” Which at the very least got Corpse to laugh, though he refused to give anything away as your stream loaded, and the banter continued in his ears.

“Har har,” you muttered sarcastically into the voice chat, right as the stream finished loading, and - you. Well dressed, face in your hands, heels of your palms pressed against your closed eyes; honestly, he doesn’t exactly have any prominent initial thoughts about you, watching you scrunch your face up in your hands, dealing with the same thing he had to, though your face was live to thousands. Beside you, the text chat for your stream was going almost too fast to read, but he managed to follow a few threads of thought here and there.

[an eye thing! they’ve got an eye thing!] [someone @ y/n_creature_spec on twt!!] [who has an eye thing??] [lmao love that they were so shocked hearing corpse that it set off their eye thing] [hello!! vampire here!! we have eye things!!] [u cant be a vampire it’s the middle of the day] [THERE ARE COUNTRIES OTHER THAN AMERICA YOU KNOW] [i am willing to put MONEY on the idea of them being fae of some kind.] [^^yeah they just didnt want us to see their eyes sparkling like an anime character.] [that feels like smthn corpse could bring out in people]

And then you’re blinking back to reality, bringing him from his thoughts as for one terrifying moment, it’s as if his gaze locks with yours. Expression so bright and inviting, despite the way your eyes were watering just a little, you hold eye contact with your camera for a moment before looking at your screen, mumbling something about an eyelash in your eye; Corpse lets out a shaky breath. Chat seems unconvinced, but at least the other streams take you on your word. For a few more moments, he quietly watches you, watches the way your eyes roam your screen as you order your thoughts, and for all that he’s thought of you, he’s never properly looked at you. It’s taken him until now to acknowledge that there was definitely a reason for your success beyond just your talent; certainly you could have become successful from your music alone, but your career certainly wasn’t hindered by the fact that you’re actually quite- suddenly, Corpse is overcome by the sense that he’s intruding, exiting out of the window immediately, even going so far as to push back from his desk, fingers spread wide, braced against the edge, trying not to think too hard about... any of it. If he thought too hard about what it meant to have another angel in LA, he would drive himself mad.

“Well, Corpse, it’s good to meet ya, been told great things,” to him and him alone it’s so clear you’re trying so hard to play it cool, though Corpse couldn’t fault you for that, doing the exact same thing; again, when you speak to him, it’s like his whole being is hit with a rush of warmth; it’s less overwhelming this time, somehow scalding but bearable now.

“I see Sykkuno’s been spreading lies about me,” Corpse fires off instinctually, to which Sykkuno splutters protests at the implication, despite your bright laughter, and Sean’s shout to the contrary.

“Don’t be mean, Corpse, Sykkuno would never lie about you,” Sean is adamant, and Corpse can tell he’s being honest, just as the tell-tale ringing in his ears knows the next words from Sean’s mouth are utter lies; “me on the other hand? Y/N whatever you do, do not listen to Corpse’s music, it’s just the worst.” Before the implication, the reality of what he’s saying sinks in, for just a moment, Corpse feels a rush of affection for Sean, so clearly and earnestly plugging his music, right before your voice re-joins the chat and Corpse remembers exactly who Sean is plugging his music to.

“Fuck you, J- Sean, I do what I want,” while you played along, amused and light, Corpse himself was at a loss for words. You ask him - him specifically, he knows, he knows with absolute certainty you’re asking him - if he’s a musician, and everyone else chimes in before he can even think about finding his voice.

“Don’t search him on Spotify! Don’t do it!” Sean, on the verge of laughter, seems delighted by the turn this conversation has taken as the sound of aggressive typing fills the chat from your end. What the fuck. What the fuck?! No matter his thoughts and opinions about you and your possible supernatural origins, you were still Y/N, literal Grammy winner and Golden Child from the Golden Age of YouTube, playing along as Sean used the world’s worst reverse psychology on you to get you to listen to his music. Oh fuck, this is not how today was meant to go.

“I don’t wanna hold up the game, I’ll listen as I play,” you tell them, almost painfully polite, though Ze agrees to start the next game. If Corpse’s mind wasn’t in the game before, there’s no way in hell it was now.

Three minutes into the first round and he’s failing miserably at card swipe when he chances a look at his chat; people were spamming lyrics from Miss YOU! and Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! which was sweet but nerve wracking, since he’s pretty sure it means you’ve already listened to one and moved on to the next. If you’re an angel, and you know he’s an angel, what in the hell would you think of his music? Honestly, even if you weren’t an angel, you’re still you, and his music was... well...

When the first meeting is called, and it’s discovered that you’ve been murdered, there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with it, even as he’s being accused of your murder. He’s got a solid alibi, so they end up voting out Sean, and the game continues. Despite the brief reprieve from your possible judgement, his heart still feels as though it’s skittering erratically around his ribcage. 

Rae comes along when he’s doing Simon Says, and shoots his little avatar. The moment he becomes a ghost, he lets out a long breath, giving himself a moment to relax, to collect his thoughts, catching back up with some questions with chat  he hadn’t quite realised he’d been holding, and chances a look at his chat again.

“Of course I’m tense,” he finds himself musing quietly to his chat while the remaining players were arguing over the top of each other in a meeting, “pretty sure most of hyperfocus has been in my Spotify wrapped every year since it was released,” for a few moments, it doesn’t even occur to him what he’s said, or that he’s said it out loud, but when it hits him- oh, oh no, it feels like too much to admit, and he has no idea what to say next, how to backtrack, how to at least pretend like he doesn’t think about you or your music any more than any other person would. However much he may resent certain aspects of it, he still knows he has a reputation to uphold, and panic and denial have never been a part of his reputation.

So he keeps his mouth shut, bites down on the half-hearted excuses and explanations that keep springing to mind, keep pressing against his teeth. He does his tasks quietly, thanks the people donating, and pretend it never happened until the round ends, heart in his throat. He knows, the same way a human survivor in a zombie apocalypse movie knows, that he’s just putting off the inevitable, and that someone’s definitely already clipped it and is probably uploading it to Twitter or Tumblr faster than he could protest.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” Sean’s the first one to talk when they’re back in the lobby, which leads to your laughter filling the voice chat, telling him it’s okay.

“I didn’t even care, honestly I was just vibing,” the smile in your voice is almost enough to distract from the strained edge to your words, something not quite right, but so faint Corpse isn’t sure if it was really there, and he’s not quite sure anyone else heard it either. Except -

“Y/N?” Sykkuno says your name like it means something that no-one but you and him can decipher, something concerned, almost a question, checking in without being too obvious. 

“Yeah?” There’s that strained tone, just a little more audible this time, before you process who’s talking, how he’d said your name, and - “yeah,” firmer, calmer, a reassurance. 

“Vibing?” And he says it like that was his question all along, like the two of you hadn’t had a full conversation in three words. When the others started asking about what you thought of the music, it’s clear none of them have picked up on the hint of strangeness that had been in your tone, and you deliberate before answering.

“Am I- is it- it’s weird if I quote it, isn’t it -?”

“Jacksepdicy how I whip that!” Sean practically yells into his microphone, cutting you off and somehow making the line sounding even more Irish than he himself did naturally, which startles a laugh from Corpse, “it’s my name in a song, I think about it daily,” he announces, voice oozing pride, and despite the situation and headspace he found himself in, Corpse feels his heart grow warm knowing that even a line like that had brought Sean joy.

“I thought,” you pause for a moment, presumably to double check which song you were about to reference, “I thought Miss YOU was a whole mood,” you admit, the faintest smile in your voice, and something tightens in Corpse’s chest at that.

“You not gonna quote it?” Rae teased.

“Too nervous to follow Sean,” you fired back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day, Y/N,” Sean laughs fondly, and you all joke around, playing up the bit, while Corpse’s mind is stuck on the fact that you never once addressed him when talking about his music. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it meant he didn’t have to deal with the sudden, fiery sensation your voice brought with it, so not bothered, persay, if anything he’s glad to know you liked it... But it’s weird that he knows so acutely -

“Hey,” and you don’t even say his name, but there’s that feeling again. Each time it grows less intense, like he’s been inoculated, and no instead of his nerves being ablaze, it’s as if he’s suddenly sitting beside a bonfire, each and every time you speak to him. The others voice their confusion at your sudden vaguness, but Corpse answers without even thinking, because of course he knows.

“Yeah?” 

A few moments pass, while the others carry on amongst themselves for the moment. The two of you sit in this one moment together, neither quite sure how to feel about it.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you point out, though there was only the barest him of the earlier strangeness in your voice, now overpowered by something that made it almost sound like you were pleased. At this, however, even more confusion arises when the others figure out that Corpse had ‘guessed’ correctly, that you’d been talking to him. But he can’t really hear them, or, well, he finds himself tuning them out, swallowing hard before he pushes to talk.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” He asked, trying to ignore the weirdness of it all, keeping his tone light.

“I’m just surprised; it’s your music after all.” 

“You like hearing my voice?” Despite the surprisingly cocky way with which he speaks, he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, wincing internally. Of all the people he could have said that to...  

“I never said that,” and though your own tone matched his, something teasing, something that could almost be misconstrued as flirty in the right circumstances, he’d heard the faint thread of discomfort, feeling it all too much himself. But your words, and thankfully your tone, was overshadowed by both Sykkuno and Sean jumping in to assure Corpse that they enjoyed hearing his voice.

“If you and Y/N ever collaborated, you know it’d break the internet, right?” Rae interjects, all kinds of smug and knowing, followed by a chorus of approving voices all broke out in unison as the rest of the lobby considered the possibility.

“Rae, you know our Twitter mentions are going to be going off for the next month now, don’t you?” You groaned.

“Maybe it’s a sign!” Rae exclaimed, delighted, before her tone turns teasing and fond, “and besides, aren’t your mentions always going off?”

[ID: The first four posts on Y/N’s Tumblr dashboard.

blueheart-anon hearing y/n and sean interact again after like 3 years unlocked memories like im a fucking sleeper agent. having war flashbacks to 2017′s ‘y/n is septiplier’s kid’ phase. how do i lock the memories up again im going to die of embarrassment why were we like that [tagged: #y/n #y/n y/l/n #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #i WILL NOT add the ship tag i mentioned #blue talks] [7 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

fangloriousbastard  ↪️fangloriousbastard fangloriousbastard Rae: Y/N & Corpse Collab When? Y/N: 🔪 - fangloriousbastard Y/N IMMEDIATELY MURDERING RAE AND THEN CORPSE I- - fangloriousbastard Y/N MUTTERING THE JACKSEPDICY LYRIC WHILE MURDERING HIM WTF IS HAPPENING?? - fangloriousbastard SYKKUNO NO BBY IM SO WORRIED - fangloriousbastard Y/N IM BEGGING U TO STOP SAYING CORPSE LYRICS BEFORE U KILL UR FRIENDS - fangloriousbastard WAIT WHAT Y/N AND SYKKUNO BOTH VOTING FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard “ride or die guess im gonna die” y/N PLEASE U MET HIM YESTERDAY - fangloriousbastard y/n’s still listening to corpse’s music we love to see it - fangloriousbastard WAIT NO ZE KILLED SYKKUNO IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY WON OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING DID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS QUOTE AN ACTUAL THE OFFICE MEME AT EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard Y/N: YOU KILLED MY BOY Ze: you’ve known him A Day! Y/N: you don’t have all the facts Ze: which are? Y/N: I love him. Y/N: Not in a weird, shippy way tho, but like, come on, man, look at him! Sykkuno’s avatar: 🌱                          👁👄👁 Sykkuno irl: 🥰 - fangloriousbastard ahem anyways corpse & y/n collab when? - y/n 🔪❤️ - fangloriousbastard 👁👄👁 - fangloriousbastard aren’t you supposed to be streaming?? [tagged: #HEWWO??? #among us lb #why do i only remember they’re following me when i post outrageously stupid content #btw y/n if u kill sean again i’ll cry] [43 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

fyahproof-y/n  ↪️ selkiey/n selkiey/n y/n’s explicit ‘i love him but not in a weird shippy way’ is the LOUDEST fandom vague i’ve ever heard in my life [286 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

crpshsbnd  ↪️ 221b-theres-a-bee crpshsbnd hope corpse is feeling okay he’s been kinda quiet this stream - 221b-theres-a-bee if someone suggested i make music with a grammy award winning artist i might be kind of quiet too - crpshsbnd asjdskldfjkdsf u right, still, hope that’s the reason. [tagged: #how do i always forget they won a grammy #actually i know why i keep forgetting #because every time i remember they won a grammy i remember the video where they jousted corndogs with joe sugg #and the winner had to deepthroat theirs for the camera #and y/n won but felt like an asshole for making joe deepthroat his corndog alone #and they ended up almost throwing up because they went too far with it #so hot #so talented #so very stupid sometimes] [3 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

Twitter is kind of a hellscape, Corpse decides, scrolling through his notifications as the stream’s winding down, seeing about a thousand different people tagging both you and him, asking for a collab, or seeing fit to show you both every single time one of you had mentioned the other in stream. Or had simply interacted. He’s not quite sure how to feel about hearing you mutter ‘make it rain, leave her wet, like a snowflake’. Unsurprisingly, a considerable few people had thought to clip the interaction where he’d apparently instinctively known you were talking to him, which he thoroughly regrets. There’s enough speculation about him online already, he doesn’t need people cluing into the fact that he might not be entirely human as well.

So now, he’s sitting idle in the lobby of the game as everyone’s thanking each other, discussing when they might get together to stream again; he’s quiet, disconnected from it all even though he knows he’s still live, he can’t help but stare at his phone, frown at your Twitter profile. You’re not following each other. A lot of his friends follow you, are mutuals with you, but you and he are not following each other, and he’s not sure if he’d like to change that. But it would make sense, right? It’s what’s expected.

Your pinned tweet is the single you released yesterday, which he still hasn’t listened to. The cover is cute; you’re - fuck. He refreshes the page. In the few moments since he’d clicked on your profile and now, you’d tweeted, thanking everyone for joining the stream, while you’re still in his ear, alongside everyone else, distinctly not addressing him. Maybe he should DM you, be upfront, ask about what you are, if his suspicions are true.

He hits the back button and goes back to scrolling through his mentions. 

“Hey.” Your voice, soft and earnest despite that warmth that crackles through him; he’s half distracted, hand moving instinctively to push-to-talk, and -

“Yeah?” God fucking damn it. Not again. He’s really gotta stop answering on instinct just because he knows you’re talking to him. He hates that he knows.

“Good to meet you, Corpse,” and there was a strange sincerity in your voice, and he responds in kind, but his heart’s not in it. There’s too much on his mind, too conflicted in his heart to tell the truth; his own words makes his ears ring. He can’t even lie to himself.

So he says his goodbyes, waits for the lobby to clear out and chatters away to his stream about when he might be on next. Upon ending the stream, he immediately opens the latest email from his producer, his latest project glaring back at him from the screen. 

Yes, his various ailments have his body aching, but the interactions he’s had with you are giving him a headache when he thinks too hard about them, and he feels woefully unproductive. Never Satisfied stares back at him, so close to being finished, mocking him. Scowling harder, he listens to what he has so far, making tweaks and notes, glad for the distraction, glad that his producer had as chaotic of a sleep schedule as he did. This was the home stretch; one more all-nighter and it would finally be done.

He texts Heartful that he’s getting to work.

It’s four in the morning when he finally stops for a break, his good eye starting to itch from staring at a screen for so long. With a yawn, he leans forward, out of his chair, groaning as he straightens up to a mostly standing position. Hands braced against the edge of his desk, he lets out a resigned sigh and wills his wings into existence. The weight of them curled up tight against his back, as was customary for them to be when non-corporeal, has him leaning a little further forward. Another yawn and he lets them uncurl, lets them stretch out behind him, knocking over an empty microphone stand as they went. He’d get that later. A grateful groan escapes him, it’s been far too long since he’d even had a half-assed stretch like this, wings helping to stretch all the aching muscles in his back that were simply impossible to stretch otherwise, no matter how much he’d twist. Even so, his studio wasn’t big enough to properly stretch them, and he really didn’t feel like laying on his living room floor right now; he’s kind of concerned he’d just fall asleep there. Instead, he kicks his chair to the side and hits shuffle on one of his Spotify playlists, doing what he can for himself in the limited space, and finally going to forage through his cupboards for something resembling a meal. Maybe drink water, Rae’s damn voice in his head.

At least with his wings around he didn’t need to bother turning on any lights; he’s gotta find joy in the little things.

Today, or well, the past twenty-four hours, was a series of cruel jokes, he decides, all leading to the moment he curls up his wings and sits back down at his desk. The moment he puts his headphones back on, he’s greeted by your voice, and he almost jumps a foot in the air, concerned that you’d called him.

"- who I became, dreading when the music stops, what if I just fade away?” In the split second he’s realised that it was just a song, just your voice, crooning, gentle and sad against a soft beat and the sound of rain, as i’m going through some stuff playing in his ears, it’s too late. Already his aura had gone off, and his computer cuts out, as his monitor cuts to darkness, so suddenly all he can see is his own, exhausted reflection in the monitor, backlit by his own wings... Not exactly flattering. 

Thankfully, it was only his computer that was affected, as he can still hear his refrigerator humming in the other room, so he wedges himself beneath his desk to reset the breaker for the power board that his whole system was connected to, grumbling to himself the whole time. 

If he was being honest, however, he was glad he didn’t have to hear more than a few seconds of your song. For a long time it had been one of his favourites, though at this point he’d rather die than admit that. Yes, it’s a good song, but it’s the last thing he needs to hear right now. If he listened to you voice half the fears he still tried to ignore, well right now it may kill him, and he was so close to being finished with Never Satisfied. So close.

Instead, he gives himself the moment in which his system is rebooting to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his phone, checking his mentions for good fanart to appreciate, only to stumble across one of your stan accounts tagging both you and him in a clip that he hadn’t seen earlier. He’s not sure what possesses him to click it.

“Don’t follow me baby, swear I’m going to hell,” Corpse’s own words leave your lips as you’re focused on the game, on being imposter, leading Sykkuno into electrical to fix lights, and something about it sounds wrong and he can’t quite put his finger on it. He’d heard other lines of his leave your mouth, clips from the stream he’d been tagged in, and it always manages to surprise him. When you sing his songs, even just a little bit, something in the back of his mind, something that had appreciated you as an artist all this time, it’s grateful, it’s excited, it’s overwhelmed. He wouldn’t deny that part of himself, he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right, but upon hearing this line, that grateful part was overshadowed by a visceral bitterness.

The line had been a moment of self deprecation, the only Angel he knew of who, granted it was by some of his own choices, was almost certainly going to Hell, if you believe in that sort of thing of course. But you? Every single part of you seemed to be the exact antithesis to him; you’re what an Angel should be, and him? Well, the line said it all really. It’s just... it feels like you’re mocking him at every turn now that he knows, or well, strongly suspects. With evidence. Which you’re probably not; if you’re an Angel, you wouldn’t go out of your way to mock another angel, so now he’s all in his head, frustrated at himself for being frustrated at you for just... liking his song? 

He really should message you about earlier, clear things up, get out of his own mind and stop jumping to conclusions. Finding another angel was big, no matter his personal reservations, he should try and take this opportunity, right? Except that you hadn’t reached out to him either.

Damn it; he knows he needs to stop thinking about you and focus on his own shit. He turns off his phone and gently tosses it to the floor, out of sight out of mind. 

Maybe he’ll feel better when he finishes his song, feel more productive, feel... complete for just a few moments. Maybe he’d stop comparing himself to you. Maybe.

[ID: Two tweets, one from @sp00kybihh, and one from @yourtwitter, followed by a retweet and reply conversation between @ashton5sos, @yourtwitter, and @y/nirwin.

@sp00kybihh: why did y/n’s smile every time corpse just knew they were talking to him without them having to say anythign make me feel things?? u no we love day 1 ride-or-die y/nkunno, but corpse & y/n just seem to get each other wtf 🥺🥺

@yourtwitter: australians are asleep post forbidden youngblood cover

(Thumbnail of Y/N sitting in front of the camera, dressed casually, visible from the chest up. There is a black microphone on a stand in front of them that they’re holding. Their mouth is open, as if halfway through singing, their eyes are closed, their background is a simple, white wall. Above Y/N, in black, VCR font, is the word ‘youngblood’. There is a large play button in blue and white in the middle of the thumbnail, to indicate that it is a link to a video.

Link: youngblood - 5 seconds of summer | y/n y/l/n cover i miss my boys. i miss people. thank you 5sos for being cool about me covering this <3</i> twitter: @yourtwitter 🔗youtube.com)

@ashton5sos retweeted the link and commented: Y/N you said it was gonna be low effort, this is killer! All it’s missing is some drums. Reminds me, I’m still sad we never got to record that thing we wrote in New York. | @yourtwitter: ASHTON IT IS 8AM I HAVE HAD NO SLEEP AND WAS NOT EXPECTING SUCH A QUICK RESPONSE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU | @yourtwitter: also lmfao i forgot about that ny thing that was good, from what i remember. do u still have that recording of us?? i may or may not have forgotten everything about that night apart from it being a blast #bringbacknewyork | @ashton5sos: Calum has it but also its 2am and he’s asleep, which you should also do. You know the boys are gonna love this... #bringbacknewyork | @y/nirwin: thank u both i have decided to pass away effective immediately #bringbacknewyork

End ID.]

[zhoufeis]

YEAR-END REVIEW 2021: YOUR OWN FAVORITE CREATIONS

I’d like to apologize in advance; I made around 300 gifsets this year, thus I have so many things to choose from and as I am never 100% satisfied with my work, there’s a lot of decent gifsets that I just don’t consider amazing but good enough to put on this list. I try to size it down the best I can. Basic idea: Find your favorite gifset of each month out of your own works this year and link them, so your followers can see your awesome work. Tag some people to do the same and appreciate their own work! I’m tagging @carolineeforbes - and anyone else who wants to do it can say I tagged them!

Thank you @storge for tagging me in this and thank you @lanwangiji for tagging me in something similar - I’ll combine the two games here to show my followers my favorite gifsets of mine this year per month.

I think I am best known for (trying to) make gifsets of pretty scenes that inspire me. I tried the best I could to make a distinction between artistic gifsets that feature a lot of different shots and/or fonts and extras and rather simple gifsets that I just like to put cause I liked the coloring or sharpening I put. I’m sure those few of you who are interested in my works are here for specific shows, so I listed them with show titles to make it easier for you to click on the ones you are interested in.

JANUARY

Artistic/General: Extraordinary You Simple/Scene: The Untamed - Extraordinary You

FEBRUARY

Artistic/General: Extraordinary You - Extraordinary You Simple/Scene: The Untamed - Legend of Fei - W Two Worlds

MARCH

Artistic/General: The Untamed - Juacas - Casi Ángeles - Word of Honor Simple/Scene: A Love So Beautiful - The Tale of Nokdu - Word of Honor

APRIL

Artistic/General: Legend of Fei Simple/Scene: Robin Hood - The Romance of Tiger and Rose - Casi Ángeles - Bring it on, ghost!

MAY

Artistic/General: Soy Luna - Juacas - Hotel del Luna - So I Married an Anti-Fan Simple/Scene: Free Rein

JUNE

Artistic/General: Arsenal Military Academy - Legend of Fei Simple/Scene: W Two Worlds

JULY

Artistic/General: Ancient Love Poetry - Ancient Love Poetry - Legend of Fei - Zhaoyao Simple/Scene: Ancient Love Poetry

AUGUST

Artistic/General: Arsenal Military Academy - W Two Worlds - I’m not a robot Simple/Scene: Extraordinary You

SEPTEMBER

Artistic/General: Extraordinary You - Hotel del Luna Simple/Scene: The Tribe - Soy Luna - Jun Jiu Ling

OCTOBER

Artistic/General: Legend of Fei - A Girl Like Me - Zhaoyao Simple/Scene: A Love So Beautiful - Bring it on, ghost! - Simona

NOVEMBER

Artistic/General: A Girl Like Me - Ancient Love Poetry Simple/Scene: Doom At Your Service - Zhaoyao

DECEMBER

Artistic/General: The Love By Hypnotic - Ancient Love Poetry - Our Beloved Summer Simple/Scene: Truth or Dare - General’s Lady

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@chrisdiels-babygirl posted this photo 👇

And an idea came into my head and idk why but shut the fuck up and hear me out 💫

18+ tinkies

Also dont copy my work unless you want me to cause problems with you and shame you. Oh and changing the main character is still copying you rat.

So you and Chris got into a quarrel in the morning, and both of you are too stubborn and too annoyed with the other to apologize first. Or even talk it out, both too heated in the argument that the topic still burns your skin. You've been practically dodging him all day and he's been avoiding being alone with you all day. But as the day ends, promos come to a close, its time to go home. Pulling out your phone you go to dial an uber to take you back to your apartment but Chris stops you.

"Nena enserió? Tú apartamento está casi baseo."

He has a point, with only a few days left in your lease majority of your things are in his place.

"¿Y? Hay una cama" you shoot back.

That is true, your bedroom still has the mattress a few pillows and some blankets. But you're too stubborn, too prideful to continue the argument you so deeply believe you're right in.

"Nena" he sighs clearly tired of this "dale lets just go home...together"

You clench your jaw as you look up at him and sigh out a fine. Turning your screen off, you walk out the doors with him waving a good bye to the crew.

The car ride is silent. His eyes locked on the road, both hands on the wheel, occasionally one hand moving to the control stick. It's foreign to you, his hand usually touching your left thigh, usually the car fills with sounds of laughter. But you look away from him, seeing the city through the shotgun window. A 10 minute drive feels like an hour. The tension building with every passing silent second. As soon as Chris parks the car you beeline towards the lobby and elevators. It doesnt take long for Chris to catch up. His longer steps and taller frame gives him the advantage. You feel Chris's eyes glued to the back of your head, only annoying you more.

"I'm taking the stairs" you mumble as the wait for the elevator seems never ending.

His apartment is on the 9th floor, making him completely smirk and cock an eyebrow up at you. He’s amused at how you certain you are of avoiding him even after all this time. As the elevator comes Chris steps in as you make your way up the never ending stair case. 

Youre practically out of breath as you reach the third floor. Leaning against the wall catching your breath, you hear one of the doors above you open, but think nothing of it as you make your way up yet another flight of stairs. You stop dead in your tracks as you look up and see none other than Chris waiting for you at the top of the stairs. His poker face is unreadable as he cocks an eyebrow up at you. 

“Nena you are so stubborn.” 

You roll your eyes as you make your way up the stairs ready to push past him. But his hand quickly grabs your wrist.

“Mi amor look at me.” He’s clearly tired of the fight.

You turn around and look up at him. His big soft brown eyes looking into yours making your anger slowly wash away. His grip on your wrist fades away as he wraps his fingers around your waist. 

so anyways my back hurts and im sleepy but he fucks you on the stairs and just picture his chain dangaling, hitting your flesh. Him hitting the sweetest spot as he rearranges your organs. You searching for something to grab onto for this ride but theres nothing really but the stairs themselves. And lets not be ridiculous you’re getting one load inside you now, then getting that fucked out of you later in the bed where he can properly destory you. then soft cuddles and little kisthes insert the sub emoji okay good night besos. 

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Short | Colson Baker

Warnings? Swearing and that’s it 

Requested? Nah just another one of my late night ideas 

Summary: When you stand at a little over 5 feet tall, you need a bit of help grabbing things off of shelves. However, a cute boy comes around to help with that. 

Word Count: 1,683

“It should be a crime to be awake this early,” you groan to your coworker as your head drops and she laughs lightly. 

“Agreed.” 

It was almost eight in the morning and you had already been at work for an hour. While you weren't opposed to working morning shifts, you had become exhausted from the repetition of staying up too late from school work and then waking up at six am for your seven am shifts. But, work was work and you had to do it. Besides, it didn’t take you too long to adjust from working night shifts to morning shifts and the lines were slow so you didn’t do much anyway. 

Just as you’re about to tell your coworker about how you could easily curl up in a ball on this register and fall asleep, your manager calls your name. You turn and walk over to the front desk and frown when you see the familiar beer locks in his hand. 

“Wanna open beer?” he asks in his too perky voice for 8 am. 

“Nope,” you respond but take the box anyway and walk away. 

Working as a cashier in a grocery store definitely had its pros and cons. One of the cons was locking and unlocking beer every day. Your store was definitely bougie on the outside but kinda rough when you work there. The beer locks sit at the top of the doors, half of them missing from most of the doors, and can be easily removed by an Allen wrench. Which meant people stole a lot of the time.

See? Rough as hell. 

You decide to start at the end that has practically no locks and move your way down, as you go through, you realize you definitely should have brought the step stool with you. Being a little over 5 feet, if you stood on your tiptoes and reached you could barely reach the locks to get them off the doors and catch them in the box. 

By the time you’re halfway down the doors, your arms are aching and you’re cursing yourself for not grabbing a step stool. It only gets worse when a cute boy enters the aisle, half watching you struggle as you grab the last few locks. He was tall, like at least a foot taller than you but his shoulders slump from tiredness like yours do in the morning. You smile at the sight. 

Colson had no earthly idea as to why he was A: awake this early and B: why he was at a grocery store at this time either. But he was hungry, and needed to grab breakfast stuff for Casie and figured he’d pick up some alcohol while he was here too. 

So, when he sees a young girl struggling to pull off the locks so early in the morning he can’t wipe the smile off his face at the sight. He couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t send a taller worker to do the job as he watches her struggle with a particularly difficult lock but brushes it off. He felt bad for the girl to be honest. It was kind of adorable to watch her try and reach up and grab the locks, practically jumping so they land in the box in her hands. Not only that, but she looked exhausted which Colson totally understood. But it wasn’t an ‘i’m tired don’t fuck with me look’ more of an ‘i’m sleepy and I don’t wanna be here look’. Colson thought it was cute. 

By the time you’re at the last lock, your arms are screaming and you sigh when you realize all you have to do is lift the screen over the individual beers and flip the light switch on. However, the light switch was being utterly difficult this morning and you might punch something if you can’t get it. 

“Fuck!” you curse, forgetting about the boy in the aisle with you. 

His head lifts when he hears you and his smile widens when he sees you trying to reach for something behind the beer that was definitely out of your reach. 

“Need some help?” he asks strolling over. 

The closer he got, the cuter the girl in uniform became. He could see the bags lining her eyes and he wanted to laugh lightly, knowing the feeling of being nowhere near a morning person and still forcing yourself awake anyway. Her eyes still shone under the fluorescents and he lets himself get lost in them for a second while she answers his question. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry,” she apologizes upon realizing he heard her swear. Definitely against company policy in front of customers but since the boy didn’t seem to mind, she wasn’t too embarrassed. 

“You’re fine. Can I help?” he asks again, gesturing to whatever she was trying to reach. 

“Yes, please. It’s just the light switch at the back.” 

As Colson takes a step closer, he realizes how much he truly towers over the girl. She had to be at least a foot shorter than him and he thought it was endearing. He leans over and flips the light switch on before turning back to the girl to see her with a slightly annoyed look on her face. 

“Thank you,” she says regardless. 

“Anytime,” he winks at her before walking away and she can’t help but smile. 

You take the beer locks back to your manager and he tilts his head in confusion when he sees a dumb smile on your face. 

“If you ever need me to open beer again, I’m down.” 

“You going home first or are you shopping?” Your best friend/coworker asks as you punch in the final numbers at your clock in machine. 

“Shopping. My roommate needs some stuff and so do I,” you tell her and she nods. 

You head towards the entrance and grab a cart before walking around with your phone out to read through the list of stuff your roommate had texted you for. You weave in and out of the aisles, grabbing her stuff and some stuff for you while occasionally stopping to talk to some of your coworkers from other departments. 

The store was slow again today, it was later at night as you had picked up a night shift from someone so you had few people bother you as you walked around. However, your mind wanders to the boy from a day or two ago. You rarely remembered customers that came through considering you probably dealt with hundreds a day but he was different. 

Tall, fake blonde, and covered in tattoos you were entranced from the start. He also offered to help you which not even your coworkers will do some times. You thought it was sweet and as you walked you wondered if he lived near the store and would show up again considering you had never seen him before. 

Colson had been thinking about going back to the grocery store ever since he saw the cute girl struggling with the beer locks that first day. He never normally did his own grocery shopping but now he wanted to. Hell, he couldn’t even cook all that well except a dish or two and now he suddenly wanted to go grocery shopping for a girl? Wild. 

But his curiosity gets the better of him and he heads out again. He hopes she works all hours considering it’s late at night and it’s a possibility she only works mornings or nights, or she’s not there at all. When he arrives, he wanders around, not a plan in his head or an idea of what to buy to make it seem like he actually has a reason to be here. 

Your eyes trail over the list again as you make your way over to the soda aisle. Coca-cola was on sale this week and happened to be a favorite of your roommates so you decide to grab some. Just as you reach it though, you groan in annoyance when you realize the last few are pushed all the way to the back of the top shelf. Damn this shortness. 

You look left and right to make sure no one can see you before you take a step on top of the bottom shelf and reach blindly up to see if you can grab one of the soda bottles. You feel your hand graze the bottle just barely but not quite before you come back down off the shelves again. 

“Shit,” you swear quietly and before you can move again you hear someone laughing. You turn your head and see him again. The same boy who helped you with the beer locks a few days ago. 

“I think you should seriously consider keeping a step stool with you at all times,” he jokes. 

You cross your arms over your chest and feign hurt. “Listen, I’ve gotten this far in my life,” 

“Point made,” he says and raises his hands in surrender. 

“Can you help me though?” you ask and the boy smiles so wide it’s radiating through half the store. This time, you’re fully awake to appreciate it and his help. 

“What do you need?” 

You tell him to grab you a few of the Cokes on the top shelf and he walks over and grabs them with ease. You watch as he does so, his shirt rising slightly to reveal even more tattoos across his back and stomach and you find yourself wanting to see all of them considering they were probably littering his skin. 

He places them down in your cart with a smile and you return it. 

“You know if you keep coming around like this I won’t need a step stool,” you joke and he laughs. It’s radiant just like his smile and you know you already wanna hear it again. 

“That’s true,” he pauses for a second and you watch as he considers his next words. “I’m Colson.” 

“(y/n),” you respond. “Mind shopping with me? I think I might need your talents again.” 

“It would be my pleasure.” 

[storiesforallfandoms]

driver’s license ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2520

request?: no

description: in which a new song reminds her too much of her ex, and leads them to reconnect

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst, sadness

based on this song (of course)

masterlist

Who knew that a song by a 17 year old could cause so much hurt to be brought back for me? Not to bash 17 year olds or anything, but when I was 17 I could never write something so heartbreakingly beautiful.

I was on my way home from work when the song came on the radio for the first time. I was captivated by the lyrics immediately and found myself having to pull over because I couldn’t stop crying. It took a solid five minutes and having to play my happy playlist on Spotify before I finally felt okay enough to get home, however the minute I got in through the door I found the song on Spotify and listened to it all night.

The lyrics connected with me in a way that a song hadn’t in years, and the pain in the singer’s voice opened up fresh wounds that I had thought were long closed.

She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about

Of course he ended up with her. Even if he hadn’t actually left me for her, he always told me there was nothing between them besides on screen chemistry. And now they were dating and supposedly “so in love”.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

He wrote so many songs about me. He played every one of them for me after writing and recording them, just to get my approval and my okay to put them out. They were beautiful songs - songs in which he promised forever. He’d always said he was going to marry me one day, make me the mother of his future kids. His “forever girl”.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fucking love you, babe

God...did I ever still love him.

Our relationship didn’t get a proper closure. At least, not on my end. It all happened so fast. He came home after a long tour and was silent the whole night. He didn’t even try to make love to me the way he always did after being away from me for so long. The next morning, he told me over breakfast that he had lost feelings for me. He asked me to get my things and take them back to the apartment I still had despite basically living out of his home. Then he left, saying he didn’t want to be there to watch me leave.

After that, it was like he stopped existing. Well, it was like Colson Baker stopped existing. Machine Gun Kelly was everywhere, especially after announcing his new relationship with Megan Fox, in which he made sure to post pictures and videos with her basically every week. But the Colson I knew and loved stopped existing. He blocked me on everything, even my phone number. He didn’t reach out to me, neither did Casie. I figured the latter was because her father told her not to, which almost hurt more than the breakup did. I loved Casie like my own daughter, and I loved Colson more than anything. And in the span of 12 hours, I lost both of them.

I credited that non-closure to the reason I had such a hard time moving on, even after being broken up almost a year. I really thought I was okay, until I heard fucking Olivia Rodrigo singing about her own heartbreak, and it made me remember mine was still fresh.

On one day that my thoughts were becoming too dark to bare on my own, I decided to go out for a drive to clear my head. I turned on the song, just to make myself more depressed I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention to the road (not good, I know) and, I guess by some muscle memory, I found myself driving down Colson’s street. I hadn’t realized where I was until I saw his familiar house, which his familiar car in the driveway...and his familiar tall frame getting out of it.

My breath caught in my throat and I was sure I was about to crash the car. I looked at him for a little too long, every good memory we ever had rushing back in that moment. He was looking down at his keys as he bumped the car door shut with his hip. I wondered if Megan was in the house waiting for him, and found that that thought hurt me more than actually seeing him.

I saw his head lifting, looking in my direction, for a split second before my eyes darted back to the road. I hoped he couldn’t see me in the driver’s seat, or that he didn’t see me looking at him. I hoped he just thought I was a random car passing through the neighborhood. If he couldn’t see that it was specifically me driving, there was no way he’d know it was my car. There were too many cars like it.

My heart was racing and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again. I knew I had to pull over, but I was still too close to his house to feel comfortable stopping. I blinked my tears away and continued driving, trying to steady my heartbeat as I drove to the coffee shop just at the end of his road. The one we always used to go to.

I got out and went inside, hoping that getting something to eat and drink would help me to settle down before I drove home. I ordered an iced coffee and a muffin and took it to sit in a booth tucked away in the back of the coffee shop. I was trying to distract myself with my phone when someone approached and spoke.

“Hey.”

My whole body tensed up as I looked up to see - of course - Colson stood over me.

“Hey,” I said. I cringed at how hoarse my voice sounded. God, pull it together (Y/N).

“I thought that was you driving past my place,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, trying to come up with some excuse on the spot as to why I was in the neighborhood. “I haven’t been to this place in so long and found myself craving some coffee. I guess...it was just muscle memory to come through your way to get here.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I...I actually got a little excited. I thought...I thought maybe you were coming over for a second. I forgot...”

His voice trailed away.

How could he forget we broke up when he was the one who dumped me? And he was the one who moved on soo effortlessly?

“Can I sit?” he asked.

I shrugged in response. “Free country.”

He chuckled at my joke, and my heart did an involuntary flip. God, I missed that laugh.

He sat across from me in the booth and looked down at his hands. I stared down at the food in front of me, suddenly feeling too queasy to eat. Instead, I took another sip of my iced coffee.

“How have you been?” he asked.

The questioned annoyed me.

How have I been?! Well, let’s see: you absolutely shattered my heart, went MIA on me and took your daughter with you, started seeing the much older, much prettier actress that you told me you had no feelings for and decided to rub it in my face through social media, all while I have been so broken for nearly a year that I constantly have friends and family checking in on me to make sure I’m still alive. How the fuck do you think I’ve been?!

I decided not to respond that way though, even though I was aching to make him feel bad for what he did to me. I knew it was the smarter option to try and be the bigger person in this situation.

“I’ve been okay,” I responded, trying to be as vague as possible. “Not too much as happened really. Still...same old me.”

I didn’t ask him how he was, because I already knew. He knew that I knew, because how could I not? His face was plastered everywhere, usually sucking on Megan’s face as well.

“It’s cool to see you,” he said instead. “I...It’s been too long.”

“Well, it tends to be hard to communicate when you block someone on everything overnight.”

I quickly took a sip of my iced coffee, almost wishing that would put the words back in my mouth.

Colson winced. “Yeah, that was...that was wrong of me. I...I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck are you here, Colson?” I finally snapped. So much for being the bigger person. “Couldn’t you have just watched me drive past in peace? Did you have to follow me?”

“I felt like I had to,” he said. “I wanted...I wanted to know I hadn’t just seen you this time like all the other times I saw a car that looked like yours. I had to know if it was actually you this time. And I...I had to see you in person again.”

“You could’ve called at any time,” I reminded him. “Or messaged on social media, or even just texted. You could’ve even sent a fucking letter, Colson! If you wanted to see me that bad, you had ways of reaching out. You decided not to, you decided that the break up meant I was non-existent to you anymore.”

“I know!” he snapped back, his hand hitting the table and causing the contents on it to rattle. All eyes in the coffee shop were staring at us for a brief moment before going back to what they were doing. “I fucking know, and it was the worst fucking mistake I’ve ever made. I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I was a complete idiot.”

“Sorry means nothing to me, Colson,” I told him. “Sorry doesn’t undo the year of heartbreak and agony you put me through. Sorry doesn’t undo the fact that you left me for six months to go on tour, that you texted and called me every morning and every night to tell me how much you loved me and how you couldn’t wait to see me again, even on the night before you came home, only to do a complete 180 the moment you got off the plane. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you told me to take my shit and leave the place I had considered a home for two years because you were ending the five year relationship that you claimed to be so deeply in love with. And it especially doesn’t excuse the fact that mere months after the break up you were all over Megan fucking Fox!”

He was silent for a long time. His eyes were becoming moist with tears, and I could feel a lump growing in my own throat. But I couldn’t break. I refused to do so. Not in front of him, not right now.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he finally breathed, his voice cracking slightly. “You have to know how much I truly do fucking love you, (Y/N). That never went away. It’s still there, you’re still my forever girl in my heart. But when I came home from tour...my manager called me as I was boarding the flight and told me that there was a plan in motion to get promo for the new album and for the movie with Megan. They wanted Megan and I to date for PR, to be all lovey dovey in front of the cameras and to gush over one another constantly. I reminded him about you and he told me I had to break up with you. He gave me no option, he said either I did that or I was being dropped from the label. No album, no movie, no...no nothing. Just the loser who was still being referred to as the idiot who got his career destroyed by Eminem.”

It was a shocking revelation. I had known Colson’s manager, he seemed like such a nice guy. He didn’t seem like the type to give those kinds of ultimatums. But there was that saying about a wolf in sheep’s clothing...

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“It was easier to make you think I just wasn’t in love anymore,” he said. “I didn’t want you to think I was choosing my career over you, cause I’d never do that. You meant - you mean - the world to me (Y/N). You’re my everything. I just...all the hard work I was putting into everything, for all of that to go to waste, for everything to flop just because I didn’t want to fake date my co-star. I was afraid of the power my manager held over me so...so I just did it. I went along with the plan. I pretended to be hopelessly in love with Megan when I had no feelings for her at all.”

He reached across the table and took my hands in his. I jumped and thought about pulling away from him, but I couldn’t deny that it felt nice to feel his touch again.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said. “More than anything, you’re the person I want to be with. That bullshit with Megan, it’s long over. We just haven’t made it known publicly, but it will be announced. I want to try and pick up where things left off with us. I want to have you back in my home - in my arms - preparing to marry you someday. Please, (Y/N), can you please forgive me?”

It was the words I wanted to hear more than anything. I had dreamt about hearing Colson ask to take me back ever since he had broken up with me. At that point in time, I probably would’ve jumped at the chance, too. But this time, I slowly pulled my hands away from his. He looked at me in confusion.

“I can’t,” I told him. “Colson, you really fucking hurt me. You left me with no explanation, not even any closure. I get why you did it, but you have to understand that you telling me now isn’t going to undo a year’s worth of hurt that you put me through. I don’t know if anything will ever undo that at this point.”

I stood from the booth, taking my coffee with me and leaving a heartbroken Colson looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“There’s this song I’ve been listening to,” I said. “It’s called Driver’s License. I think it’s the only accurate way to describe how much you hurt me when you broke up with me. I encourage you to listen to it, then you can try to take me back again.”

I turned quickly and left before he could see me cry.

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

i’m like super fixated on colson now so that’s super fun and this is like a super cheesy idea but like imagine literally bumping into him when you first meet him, like super not classy, in a rush, just bumping into him and he just pauses for a second to take in your appearance

Oh my god colson would just be a little irked that you ran right into him. His coffee ending up on the ground next to yours, just coffee is his life blood so it being now on the ground, just has his hands tencing but just seeing you all frantic just

“Oh fuck me, I am so sorry! I wasn’t even....Let me but you another one I am so sorry, Jesus I need to remember to look up when rushing places.” And colson just finally looks you over seeing you flustered your mask is hanging off your ear, a little bit of your lipstick or gloss smeared on your jaw a little bit just

“Nah it’s fine. Annoying but, happens right” and looking up you finally take him in and realize who he is, just he looks familiar but you can’t place it, just

“No for real let me get you another one, please I will not forget it all day if I don’t.” And he agrees sighing, you buy him a new coffee, and a muffin.

“An apology muffin.” And with that you think that’s all it’ll be but as you go to walk back to your car or what have you he runs up, real fast cause this bitch has long ass legs, and he just

“This is gonna sound weird but can I get your number?” And for some reason you give it to him.

And this starts the beautifully awkward process of you guys dating.

Casie still laughs at the story and when ever you guys are in a fight she forces her dad to get you a muffin

“Apology muffin. Duh”

[zwowow]

emgk and meeting each other’s kids

Colson brings Casie to meet Em a few months in. Still before everything goes public, but after he knows it’s serious. Casie is his fuckin’ baby, his girl, he wouldn’t bring anyone around her he wasn’t sure about. 

Em is a risk, too. He’s a man. Colson has has girlfriends he’s told Casie about, or brought to meet her. But she’s ten, and she’s old enough to know the difference between a girlfriend and a boyfriend, maybe old enough to understand the implications of that too. So he waits until he’s sure, until they exchange ‘I love you’s and can’t go more than a few days without seeing each other to bring her to see him. 

Then, he clears it with Em, and the next time he’s flying out to Detroit, Casie is snuggled into his arm. He frets the entire way, though he doesn’t know why. Em has a daughter with Kim, and two others, so he knows how to handle girls. He knows what it’s like to love a person more than yourself, to push yourself as far as you can all for one person. He knows how to raise kids and what they like. He’d even helped pick out a few Christmas presents for Casie. 

Em knows him, and he knows kids, it’ll be fine. Still, he hugs Casie tightly the entire journey. 

The plan is to spend the weekend, then fly back home together and spend the rest of the week Colson has with her just the two of them, but if this doesn’t go well, he tells Casie they can leave whenever she wants.

Turns out, he was worried over nothing. 

It’s a little awkward at first. Neither he nor Em knew how to navigate the introductions between your daughter and a man who wrote a diss track about you. It goes along easier with a kid than it would with an adult, though. All Em has to do is apologize for the song, sneaking a smirk up at Colson every once in a while during an otherwise convincingly sincere apology. 

Casie loosens up after that, and turns full team Em before the end of their first night there. Em shows her the fridge he packed with all of her snacks, and a guest room that’s all hers, if she wants it, and she can decorate how she likes the next time she comes over and it’s all over. 

Colson tucks her into bed while Em goes back up to the room they share, desperate to hear her thoughts. 

“So...” He leads, sitting down next to her legs on the bed and smoothing her brown curls out of her face. 

“I like it here.” She grins. Colson’s heart squeezes. 

“Yeah, and him? What about Em?” He needs to hear it to relax. She needs to tell him she liked him, that he’s found someone good, that Em is who she wants him to be with, or some other shit a nine year old would say that he can place his own deeper truths onto. 

Her smile doesn’t budge, “I like him too, a lot. He’s cool.” Cool. Colson can roll with that. 

Getting Em’s girls to meet him is harder. Alaina and Hailie are grown, out of Em’s house with jobs and boyfriends and no time to meet the man who wrote a pretty ugly tweet about one of them, and an even uglier diss at their dad. He cringes when he thinks about them both, but in a way they both landed him and Em here, together, so he can’t be too upset by the past. Whitney, Em’s youngest, spends a lot of her time with Em at home, but her and Colson have yet to cross paths. It must be purposeful, at least on Em’s part. 

Em finally gets the three of them to agree to all come to dinner one night. Colson might just shit his pants. He’d thought maybe they’d break it up, one girl at a time so that he could at least have a chance at breaking through the cold front Colson can feel even through the phone whenever Em mentions him while he talks to his girls. 

“This isn’t going to go well.” Kells says while the two of them set the table for five. His stomach is in knots, his fucking palms are sweating over the silverware. He needs to smoke a bowl, shit even just take a little hit of something. He needs to calm the fuck down. 

He wants to believe that Em wouldn’t toss him aside if the girls don’t change their mind, but he isn’t sure. He remembers only a couple weeks ago, bringing Casie and wondering what the fuck he would do if the visit went poorly. And Em only had the diss and his generally a little grumpy demeanor to get over. Colson has a hole he dug for himself in the form of that stupid fucking tweet, almost a decade old now. 

Em stops setting out plates and looks at him, “Probably not.” 

His head snaps up so hard it cracks, “What?” 

Em shrugs and continues, “I rasied ‘em, I know these girls can hold a grudge.” 

“Then why are we even doing this?” He’s setting Colson up for failure. 

“Because they’re my fuckin’ kids and your my fuckin’...” He trails off and walks over to Colson, “I want them to see us together, you know? I’m happy with you. Whatever they think about you personally, they’ll see that at least.” 

He’s going to respond and tell Em that doesn’t help much, or at all. He’s still walking into a fucking lions den of three girls that will hate his fucking guts. But before he can open his mouth, scuffling heels clack against the hardwood, coming to the dining room. 

“Dad!” One of them calls, and Em pulls away from him with a shy smile. 

“’s gonna be okay.” He says and squeezes Colson’s wrist, then goes out to greet his girls. Colson isn’t so sure.

Em is almost always right, though Colson would never admit it to his face, but what if he’s wrong about this? 

Hailie and Alaina barely respond when Em does introductions. They just nod and go take a seat at the table. 

Whitney, at least, pauses before she turns away from him and smiles, “I like your music.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” He mumbles around a growing smile. Maybe it isn’t three of them he needs to convince, just two. 

He tries to up his charm, but that backfires almost immediately. He tells Hailie she looks great and she sneers, looking between him and Em like she wants him to say something. 

He tries getting to know them, but all three just respond in the shortest way possible. Em squeezes his thigh under the table, and it’s reassuring, but Colson is fucking dying out there. 

Finally, toward the end of dinner, when he’s out of energy trying to please, he just acts like himself. He isn’t rude, but he doesn’t want to keep fighting this uphill battle of unrelenting politeness and a cold response. The night kind of drags after that. Em tries his best, but the energy isn’t there, from anyone. 

When the girls are on their way out, Colson doesn’t plan to follow them into the foyer. He’ll let them have a moment alone with their dad. 

Hailie must have a different idea. She stays behind while Em walks Alaina and Whitney out, lingering in the dining room. 

“You like my dad a lot?” She asks from the doorway. Colson turns and faces her dead on.

“I love him.” 

She wrinkles her nose and looks down at her shoes, “Alright then. I still don’t like you, but you weren’t as bad as I thought.” Colson barely holds back a snort. Em was right about grudges. “I’ll tell him I like you, though.” That part surprises him. 

“Yeah?” He tries not to sound too excited, but Hailie’s eyebrows draw together just slightly and the corner of her mouth quirks up like she’s just realized by the sound of his voice, how deep Colson is in this. 

“Yeah, Lainie and Whitney are already on board, too. And like I said, you weren’t as bad as I thought. But don’t... Don’t hurt him, okay?” There’s both insecurity and a threat in there somewhere, but Colson doesn’t care. That right there, was approval. 

Colson nods and swallows thickly. At this point, hurting Em is just hurting himself. He couldn’t do it. 

All four girls of their girls on board, he thinks when she finally leaves. They’re both single dads from the midwest, but now they have each other. 

[in-my-jamiebower-era]

Golden. Rafe Cameron

Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe hasn’t always had the best relationships. He still has doubts and worries that one day you’ll leave him because he’s damaged.

Warnings: Past trama, slight mention of smut, spelling/grammatical errors

Words: 1.7k

*Based on Golden from Harry Styles’ Fine Line album.

Golden, golden, golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus, hoping

Take me back to the light

I know you were way too bright for me

I'm hopeless, broken

So you wait for me in the sky

Browns my skin just right

You had just woken up and by the looks of it, it was around 3 AM. You quietly shuffled under the blankets to warm yourself only to realize that the warmth you were really seeking was absent. When you went to bed, Rafe had you tightly wrapped in his arms playing with your hair. You quickly grabbed your glasses and popped up, looking around your bedroom. Then you saw him on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands. Stifling his sniffles.

“Rafe? Rafe what are you doing? Rafe....baby what’s wrong?”

“Y/N, Just go back to sleep.” You were beyond worried, I mean sure Rafe has his moments where he completely breaks down. You were always there to comfort him whenever he felt that way. Rafe, I’m not going back to sleep until you tell me what’s wrong. You scooted over beside him, hugging his neck. “Rafe...baby please talk to me.” He only sniffled in response.

You hated when he didn’t talk, that’s what he’d been taught by his father. Hide your emotions and put on a fake face. Even if he didn’t open up you would still be right by his side. You knew he would eventually open up but in the meantime, all you had to do was hold him.

“Y/N?” You heard him say. “Yes, baby, what is it?” He merely responded with “Do you really love me?”

You're so golden

You're so golden

I'm out of my head

And I know that you're scared

Because hearts get broken

“Rafe, of course, I love you!” He got up and started pacing the room violently. “Y/N you shouldn’t love me. I’m a screw up. I can’t please my dad, my sisters, or my friends. I know in the end I’m going to screw this relationship up, so why don’t you leave while you have the chance. You are the golden girl, you bring sunshine wherever you go. Y/N you can’t have me dragging you down, you’re going places and I can’t ruin you.”

By the time he had finished with his rant, he had tears down his face. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, his lip was quivering, his hair was all in a knotted mess. God you loved his hair.

“Rafe, honey, what brought this on? Casie! Don’t you understand, I’m no good for you! I’m damaged.”That’s when it hit you, he called you his ex girlfriend. Then your heart shattered. You know that he had problems with his past relationships, they all took advantage of his name and title. He never knew love until he met you. He didn’t think you were like Casie, right?

Rather of getting mad at him, you knew how to handle it. He probably had a dream of you leaving him because of something he did. He always thought it was his fault.

“Rafe, I know you think that I’m going to leave you as Casie did. I promise, I’m not like her. I love you and I’m never going to stop loving you. You showed me things that I could only dream of, you were my first everything. My first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first in bed, and my first love. You are so kind and caring, I hate that people judge you without knowing you. Baby you have to understand that no matter what you do, I’m always here for you and I’m never going to leave. What Casie did to you was absolutely horrible, but baby you know I would never do that to you. I care way to much. It’s okay to be insecure about stuff but just know I’ll always be here for you.” That’s all it took for him to rush over and crumble in your arms.

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be alone

When it ends

Don't wanna let you know

I don't wanna be alone

But I, I can feel it take a hold

I can feel you take control

Of who I am and all I've ever known

Loving you's the antidote

“I'm sorry Y/N, I love you so much. I just don’t want to be alone. I want to be strong for you but it gets so hard sometimes.” You met his eyes and they showed complete pain. “Hey Rafe look at me, it’s okay to break down once in a while. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I’m so sorry Y/N, it’s all I ever know. When my mom left it was so painful but then when Casie left me, it took an emotional toll on me. So I’ve just expected everyone to leave, and here you are after 18 months. I know that you love me and I’m sorry for doubting you and calling you Casie. It’s just. I just had a dream that I relapsed and you found out and left me. It broke me completely.” He began to sob again, bunching up your shirt at how hard he was holding onto you.

“Oh, Rafe. Shhhhh. It’s okay baby. Listen to me stop apologizing. You can’t help what you went through and what it did to you. Trust me when I tell you this, hell would freeze over before I left you. Baby, even if you did relapse, we would find a way out of the mess. I’ve told you this and I’ll say it again, I’m here for the long game.”

He had stopped crying and wiped away his tears harshly. Almost embarrassed for being so emotional. You kissed the corner of his lips to let him know that you were proud of him for opening up.

Then you heard something, it was so faint but you managed to make out what was said. “Y/N, I’m going to marry you one day.” He couldn’t tell from the darkness but you were smiling with ready to burst with joy.

Golden

You're so golden

I don't wanna be alone

You're so golden

You're so golden

I'm out of my head

And I know that you're scared

Because hearts get broken

“Come on Rafe let’s go lay back down, I’ll let you be little spoon tonight.” He grumbled at this but you and him both knew that he loved being little spoon. You silently took off you glasses and wrapped your arm around his waist. You pressed a few chaste kisses to the back of his neck and told him goodnight. As you were drifting asleep you felt Rafe shuffle and decided to let him do his thing. He figured you were asleep so he started talking.

“Y/N, I meant it when I said that you’re golden. You are everything I want and more. I know that you will never leave me, no matter how bad I screw up. I know you get scared sometimes that I’m going to break your heart. Always remember, no matter how mad I get and no matter what I do, you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He then pressed a kiss to your head. “Goodnight baby,” he said.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” He was immediately flustered and tried his best to cover his blush. He didn’t know you were awake, he didn’t know most of the time when he talked to you in your sleep that you were awake. Although this time you needed him to know that you reciprocated the feelings. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Rafe.”

I know that you're scared

Because I'm so open

The next morning you looked over and saw the man you loved, sprawled out all over the mattress, he looked so dreamy. His hair was still a knotted mess from last night. His eyes were puffy from last night, but you didn’t care, he was still gorgeous. “Y/N, you’re staring.” Dang, he really did just hit you with that cliché line. You smacked his chest and silently cursed yourself.

“Rafe, you are going to be the end of me!” You giggled. He looked at you with adoration and said, “Sorry sweetheart, you’re the one who said you’re here for the long game.” You remember you said this last night. At least he knew it and acknowledged it.

You sat up to go do your morning routine and brush your teeth when suddenly you felt his hand on your wrist pulling you. “Y/N, I know I scare you sometimes when I’m open with you like that.” You knew he was referring to last night. “I just really love you and I am very glad that I have you to express my feelings to.”His eyes were a bright blue, they were filled with compassion and love.

“Rafe, of course, baby. I’ll always be here when you need me, can’t get rid of me that easy.” With that you pushed your lips to his forehead and went to do your morning routine.

You're so golden

I don't wanna be alone

You're so golden

You're so golden

You're so golden

I'm out of my head

And I know that you're scared

Because hearts get broken

You quickly brushed your teeth and did your morning skincare routine. You put your hair up in a ponytail and decided it was time to treat Rafe after the hell he had been through last night. You pulled on his favorite shirt lying on the counter, you were in nothing but his shirt and your lace underwear.

When he saw you, his jaw dropped and his eyes became a darker shade of blue. You walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his lips trailing down to his neck. Leaving red marks that simply showed he was yours.

“Y/N, I love you.” He knew what was coming next and it made his heart swell (and other things swell.) You were truly his love and will be forever. Of course there’s going to be ups and downs in your relationship but no matter what if he had your hand, he could conquer the world. You were truly his sunshine, you were his golden girl.

@snkkat

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~I Let You Down~

Gif found on google and it wouldn’t let me see who the original poster was. So credit to the original poster if this is your gif!

JP ‘Rook’ Cappelletty x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4,660

Prompt (also found on google): “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” 

3rd person POV x Lyric oneshot

Song: Clumsy by All Time Low

‘Some say it’s true, that true love never dies...Even when it’s five years later and you’re still dead set on trying to hate the person who broke your heart and left you behind to pick up the pieces.’

Authors note: It’s been ages since I’ve done a lyric inspired oneshot, or a oneshot, or any writing really for that fact lol But I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so I hope you guys enjoy it! This is also my first time writing for and actually posting something for Rook. So I hope I did it justice. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading more, or even possibly reading a part 2 if this one does well enough! 

Y/N (Your name) Y/F/N (Your full name)

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‘I flew too close to the sun Fell back to Earth like a stone I got too high on myself Too young and stupid to tellI was bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’

The words blasted from the speakers of her old ‘68 Chevelle as she whipped into a parking spot beside her favorite Cafe. Taking a moment to extinguish what was left of her cigarette before cutting the engine and climbing out into the sweltering LA summer heat. Taking a moment to adjust her aviators and check that she had everything she needed before making her way inside, the door chimed softly as she stepped into the building's relaxing atmosphere, the air condition a welcome feeling as she made her way up to order a much needed coffee.  

The line was relatively long, congested by the usual late morning rush, but Y/N was happy to wait as long as it took. It was Friday, and she finally had a day off too herself for the first time in ages, and she would be damned if she let anything as trivial as waiting a few extra minutes in line ruin her good mood. So there she stood, patiently scrolling through some messages on her phone while she waited. Moving slowly with the flow of the line of customers, as she listened to the song that played from the shops speakers overhead; The same radio station she'd been listening to in her car.

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine (I let you down)’ 

The door chiming softly behind her was nothing of significance. It had chimed at least four times prior to her arrival as more customers filtered in from the heat. Y/N unfazed by the sound at this point as she closed out an email from one of her clients managers. Making a mental note to herself to write a reply later when she arrived home before she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and looked up. A startled squeak escaping her lungs as she was suddenly rushed by a blur of curly hair. 

“Aunt Y/N!” 

A smile taking over Y/N’s face as she recognized the girl's voice. It was a voice that she’d recognize anywhere, even if Y/N hadn’t seen in her almost five years. “Hey, Casie.” Y/N smiled brightly as she hugged the girl a little tighter, happy to see such a familiar face.

“Dad! Look who I found!” Casie exclaimed excitedly, both her and Y/N turning at the same time to watch as Colson approached them through the small crowd that had formed inside the small Cafe. 

“Hoooooly shit!” Colson chuckled as he approached the pair who were still locked in a tight embrace. One that Colson was quick to join in on. “Now there’s a face I never thought I’d see again. How the hell have you been, Cash?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the silly nickname she had been given ages ago by the man before her himself. A nickname that she hadn’t heard in ages, something that tugged at her heart, sadly, as it brought forth a rush of memories she had long since kept buried...And for good reason.

“I’ve been doin’ alright.” Y/N chuckled softly as they finally broke away from the embrace to move up with the line. “How about you guys? It’s been ages -- When did she get so big?!” The words all came rushing out at once in a wave of excitement that overtook her, making Colson chuckle as he wrapped a long tattooed arm around his daughters shoulders, and pulled in for a tight side hug that had her squirming to escape before she punched his arm playful with a glare.

“I keep askin’ myself the same question.” He answered with a soft rumble of a laugh. Flinching a little as Casie punched his arm a little harder. “Ow.” Colson chuckled as he rubbed his arm lightly, moving to pull his wallet out of his back pocket before handing it to her as the line shortened once more. “Why don’t you grab us all somethin’, Princess, and we’ll grab a table--” 

“Already on it!” Casie said excitedly as she rushed off to take Y/N’s spot in line as Colson motioned towards an empty table near the windows. 

“I can’t believe how grown up she is...” Y/N admired as they took a seat, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she turned to watch Casie, who had finally reached the counter, place an order. “God, what was she, five, the last time I saw her?”

“Sounds about right.” Colson nodded. “Was right before you left Ohio for LA...”

“Yeah...” Y/N’s brows knit together tightly as she frowned, a wave of guilt crashing into her like a freight train. “Sorry I’ve been so shit at keeping in touch.” She apologized softly.

“Hey--” Colson reached out a hand to give her own a brief, reassuring squeeze. “Don’t do that to yourself. What happened, that wasn’t your fault and you know it. We were all young and stupid. Shit, even Rook knows that and how bad he fucked things up...You made your choice, and clearly it was the right one. I mean look at you--” Colson paused to lean back in his seat as he gestured at her proudly. “Ms. big time music producer over here.” 

“Oh stop it.” Y/N waved off the comment playfully with a roll of her eyes. “But really, I mean it Colson. I always meant to come back and see you guys, especially Casie...But I just...I don’t know. I guess I just feel guilty that I disappeared from her life like that with nothing more than a few short video chats here and there, ya’know?” 

“I get it.” Colson nodded. “Still not your fault. And if it’s any consolation, Rook still beats himself up for what happened.”

“Good!” Y/N replied harshly, her frown returning at the second mention of that name. “I hope it haunts the bastard for the rest of his life.” She muttered under her breath, though it was still loud enough that Colson heard it and gave a chuckle. About to say something in reply when Casie approached the table, drinks in hand, and took a seat beside Y/N, passing over her favorite drink --an iced chai latte-- before giving Colson his own coffee and returning his wallet. 

“I ordered some breakfast sandwiches too.” Casie smiled.

“God I’ve missed you!” Y/N beamed as she hugged her tightly for a moment before letting go. Having to stave off the tears that built in her eyes when Casie refused to let go from the embrace. Torn away only by a sudden idea as she shot up and looked at Colson excitedly.

“Can she come over for the party tonight?!” Casie rushed out, bouncing in her seat a little as she waited for Colson’s reply as he turned to look at Y/N, giving a small shrug. 

“I think I’ll leave that one up to Cash, Princess.” Colson chuckled softly as he took a sip of his coffee, thanking the waitress as their food was delivered.

“Please Aunt Y/N?! Please, please, please?!” Casie all but begged, hands clasped together as she gave Y/N that all to familiar puppy face. The same one she used to use on her all those years away when she wanted something. Eyes sparking with a level of adorableness that she knew Y/N would never be able to say no to; No matter how badly she wanted to.

Y/N groaned softly, knowing what this would entail, and exactly who she would be faced with having to avoid. But knowing that it was almost Casie’s birthday, Y/N didn’t have it in her heart to refuse. “I suppose I can’t really say ‘no’ to that face, now can I?” 

“Yes! Oh my god, you’re the best Aunt Cash!” Casie exclaimed as she hugged Y/N tightly, melting what was left of her cold, icy heart a little as she hugged the girl back.

“Only cause it’s you.” Y/N chuckled softly with a smile. Even though she was a raging ball of anxiety on the inside now as every single worst case scenario suddenly played through her head as she thought about what the evening would hold in store.

~

‘Caught at the end of the lifeline The catch of a lifetime (I should've known, should've known, should've known) Oh we were destined for danger Familiar strangers (I should've known, should've known)’ 

The party had been well under way for more than an hour when the sound of a vehicle nobody recognized was heard pulling into the driveway at Colson’s. A black Chevelle that found it’s parking spot beside the row of motorcycles nearest the front door. Everyone exchanging a few confused glances as Casie made a beeline straight for the door, flinging it open before whoever it was even had the chance to knock...Rook’s heart dropping somewhere into the vicinity of his stomach as she stepped into view, just as Casie flew in for a hug. Almost knocking Y/N over in the process.

“You made it!” 

“Of course I made it.” Y/N chuckled softly, that all too familiar smile that haunted every single one of Rooks dreams, curving those beautiful lips of her upwards into a smile. A smile he never thought he could miss more than he did right at this very second. 

“Holy shit, is that Cash?” Slim exclaimed as he came around the corner and out of the kitchen, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace. “I thought Casie was pulling my damn leg when she told us who was comin’.” 

“Surprise!” Y/N exclaimed with a nervous laugh as they broke away from the hug to extend the gift bag in her hand out towards Casie. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.” 

Casie all but squealed as she moved back in for another hug, barely giving Y/N an chance to wave a hello to everyone as she thanked her for the gift before dragging her through the house for a tour and to catch up. Rook frozen to the same spot, just staring after the two, completely oblivious to Colson’s presence as he leaned up against the counter beside him. 

“You alright?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rook’s head snapped around like it was on a swivel as he faced Colson. His tone sharp, but not one of anger. In fact, it was filled more with hurt than anything. His eyes drifting back towards the stairs where Casie and Y/N had disappeared just moments before. Colson held up his hands in defense as he shook his head lightly.

“We ran into her this morning while we were getting coffee. Case was so stoked to see her, man -- She didn’t wanna risk ruining anything. So she made me swear not to say anything. But I mean look, if you’re not cool with it and wanna take off, I understand--” 

“No...It’s alright.” Rook cut Colson off as he shook his head. “It’s Casie’s day and I’m not gonna ruin that. We’re both adults.” He swallowed harshly as his mouth suddenly went dry. “It’ll be fine.” At least he hoped. Colson nodding, remaining silent as he watched Rook’s gaze wander once more as he sipped stiffly at the amber liquid in the glass he held. His grip on the glass was so tight that Colson thought it might shatter.

‘We were bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’ 

Time seemed to slow as the night drug on for what felt like an eternity. An eternity that was filled with awkward avoidance and sour glances that were periodically thrown in Rook’s direction whenever he was caught staring for just a fraction of a second too long. Midnight came and went. The whiskey was going down like water, and there wasn’t a joint strong enough to make this night any easier. The only thing keeping him from disappearing completely, was the constant reminder that this was for Casie, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin that for her...Not that it made it any easier.

Left to watch from the side lines as Y/N joked and messed around with the rest of the guys, just like old times...Only this time around, Rook wasn’t a part of it. And knowing it was by his own wrong doings was like a dagger straight to the heart. A dagger that was slowly being twisted a little deeper into his chest with each passing hour that he was subject to someone dredging up a memory here and a memory there. 

A soft sigh fell from his lips as he rubbed a tired hand  over his face before standing, passing the joint he’d forgotten he’d been holding, back to Baze who had been eyeing him with a concerned look. “You alright, man?” 

“Fine.” Rook waved a dismissive hand as he headed for the backyard. “I just need some air.” He added quietly. But the change in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed as Baze gave a sigh of his own as he stood. Watching as Rook pushed through the small crowd of people and disappeared out the back door. 

“Hey, Cash.” Baze waved her down as she came out of the kitchen with another beer, offering the joint he held out to her, which she gladly accepted. Taking a hit and holding it for a few seconds before she let the sweet trail from between her lips. “So now that you’ve had a decent hit, I’m gonna go ahead and say something, so don’t fuckin’ hit me, ok?” 

Y/N’s gaze narrowed as she stared up at Baze, already knowing where this conversation was about to head. “I don’t wanna hear it, Basil.” She held up a hand. “He made his bed a long time ago, he can fuckin’ lay in it.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Baze held up his hands as he shook his head, not wanting to start an argument. “I agree with you a hundred and ten percent. We all do, Y/N, but you have to understand something--”

“I don’t have to understand shit!” Y/N snapped before she took another puff from the joint she now held. She wanted nothing more than to walk away, yet for some reason, she felt compelled to hear what else Baze had to say.

“You’re right, you don’t.” Baze shrugged. “But Rook’s not the same person he was back then...None of us are; Not even you, Y/N. We were a bunch of stupid kids, despite the fact we were all fucking adults. And I can assure you, that not a day has gone by since then, where that kid hasn’t beat himself up over what happened. I’m not saying you have to forgive him, Cash...But at least let the guy have peace of mind enough to forgive himself.”

“Unlikely.” Y/N scoffed through the exhale of smoke she had been holding in, having finally heard enough as she moved to step around Baze. Pausing only to pass the joint she held back to him before she headed for the back door. “Thanks for the hit though.” 

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again’ 

Y/N all but stumbled through the backdoor as that last hit from Baze’s joint hit her a lot sooner than she had anticipated it would --her tolerance wasn’t shit anymore-- and she suddenly felt like she should probably sit her ass down somewhere before she tipped the fuck over. Making sure that she paid extra close attention to where her feet were going as she made her way over to the edge of the pool and took a seat. Dipping her feet into the water immediately, having ditched her converse hours ago while dancing with Casie; Blissfully unaware of Rook’s presence as she kicked her feet back and forth gently, watching the ripples the movement created on the surface of the water. Rook watching her quietly, remembering how they used to sit and do that together at the hotels on tour. The memory caused the ache inside of his chest to worsen as he tried washing the feelings away with a sip from his drink as he hung his head in his free hand. 

The distinct ‘clink’ of ice against glass alerted Y/N that she wasn’t alone, as she tensed up. Turning slowly to glance over her shoulder, only to find Rook sitting no more than a few feet away. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she turned back to stare at the water. Her first instinct to get up and leave, and she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in her system, but she didn’t have it in her to move. She had been running away all night, whenever he would enter a room, Y/N was gone the second he’d notice her. It was tiresome. And truth be told, no matter how much she still wanted to hate him right now, her heart simply wouldn’t let her...And she hated that even more.

She hated the fact that she had never stopped loving him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it and move on with her life, or how many times she had swore up and down to herself that she could never even possibly think about forgiving him...It just simply wasn’t possible. Not too say that it didn’t still hurt after all these years, or that it didn’t mean she wasn’t still angry. Because she was angry, and with every passing second that she thought about it, that anger rose to the surface, bit by bit, until it was too much for her to handle anymore. Y/N pushing herself up to her feet, trying her hardest to maintain her composure as she swayed slightly from the head rush of being inebriated. Her conscious all but screaming at her to keep her mouth shut and not start shit, but it was already too late as the words came pouring out of her mouth like word vomit.

“So that’s it then?” She hiccuped slightly as she stalked over to stand in front of Rook, her arms crossed tightly across her chest in an attempt to make herself appear angrier than really was. “Five fucking years, and all I get is a bunch of stolen glances and some forlorn fucking pouting? You’re not even gonna try--” 

“Cash, please don’t...” Rook spoke softly as he tried to defuse the situation. 

“Don’t you fucking DARE ‘Cash’ me, JP Cappelletty!” Y/N snapped. “Five fucking years! Five.Fucking.Years, JP, and you never even once tried to reach out, never tried to apologize! You just -- You just let me fucking leave with no more than a shitty ass excuse as to why I caught you sucking face with some random fucking half naked slut--”

“What the hell do you want me to say, Y/N?!” Rook’s head snapped up as he made eye contact and stood. His gaze boring straight into her own as he continued, his voice steadily growing heated, but he never raised it to the point of yelling. Not even once. “You want me to fucking apologize? When you and I both know that sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking fix what I let happen?! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry I fucked up so bad! I’m sorry I was a stupid fucking kid who got so wrapped up in all of this,” He paused to gesture around them. “That I didn’t stop to think it would even fucking matter. That there wouldn’t be any fucking consequences to my actions? I fucked up, Y/N, I know that, and I have to live with it every goddamn day! Sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking cut it, but if that’s what you want to hear, then I’m fucking sorry!”

Y/N remained quiet, her arms falling away to her sides as she watched Rook turn away from her. His hands scrubbed over his face and into his hair out of frustration as he tried to reign in every last shred of emotion that was threatening to pour out. “I’m sorry that I lost you...I’m sorry for that everyday that I wake up and remember that you’re not a part of my life anymore.”

“JP, don’t--” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper now, Rook’s  back still to her as she spoke, but her words went unnoticed as he continued. Tipping his head back as he looked up at the night sky as the words continued to pour forth from whatever depths of his soul they had long been hidden away in.  

“I wish that I could take it back, Y/N, I really do, but I fucking can’t. I’m sorry, and I’m sorry that ‘I’m sorry’ is never gonna be good enough to fix it...But I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” Rook sighed as he bowed his head in defeat. The silence between them was heavy, even if only for a moment before it was interrupted by the broken sob that fell from Y/N’s lips, the sound catching Rook’s attention immediately as he turned, watching as her hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound of her own body betraying her, as another sob followed close behind; Tears streaming down her face as her body shook. 

“Y/N--” Rook was hesitant as he took a step forward and reached out, almost afraid that if he moved too quickly she might run; Or at the very least try and take a swing at him. Not that he didn’t deserve it. But as his outstretched fingers made contact with Y/N’s skin, it was all he could do to stay standing as she all but collapsed into his arms. Her face buried against his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. “Hey, shh. It’s ok...I-I got you.” Rook murmured against her hair softly as he held her. Doing everything he could to blink back the tears that formed in his own eyes as every last ounce of pain and regret that flowed through her flowed through him as she cried.

“I-I’m s-sorry...” Y/N sobbed against Rook’s chest, causing him to glance down at her with a confused expression, as he was unsure why she felt the need to apologize, least of all to him. But before he could think to speak up and ask, Y/N continued. “I’m s-sorry that I’ve been a c-cold hearted, i-insufferable bitch! I’m sorry f-for how I’ve treated you. And not j-just in the past, b-but tonight to. I-I’m sorry for trying t-to force myself to h-hate you for the past f-five years--” Y/N paused, pulling away slightly as she tried to wipe away the tears that blurred her vision as she looked up at Rook. “I’m s-sorry that I never stopped loving you...But I’m not sorry for that as much as I try and hate you, that I’m still hopelessly in love with your dumbass!” 

Rook was left looking like a slack jawed fish as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words while simultaneously questioning if he had even heard her correctly to begin with. That she was in fact still in love with him. Reassurance came in the form of her lips crashing into his before he could say anything at all that might possibly ruin the moment, and for that, among other things, he was incredibly grateful for, as he moved his hands to gently caress her face. Her own hands drifted up his chest to find their way around his neck, one settling in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, as he deepened the kiss. 

That familiar spark of electricity igniting between them once more, just as it had with the very kiss they had shared all those years ago. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to break away, but eventually, they had to come up for air, Rook pressing his lips against Y/N forehead gently as he pulled her closer, and made a promise. Afraid that if he let her go now, if he didn’t speak his truth, that he’d wake up from some sick dream and none of this will have been real.

“I swear to you, Y/F/N, I swear to you on my own goddamn life, that if you ever give you me another chance, even though I know I’ve done nothing to deserve it, I promise you that I will spend everyday making it up to you; Even if it’s the last thing I ever fucking do.” Rook’s voice trembled with emotion as he tilted Y/N’s chin so that she was looking up at him. “I love you, Cash. I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you for the rest of eternity; Even if you won’t have me. You will always be my girl, and I will do everything in my power to never let you down like that again. Not ever.”

Y/N pressed her lips back to Rook’s, not knowing how else to reply at that exact moment. Knowing this wasn’t something that could be as easily fixed as they both wanted it to be...But at least for tonight, they could pretend. Knowing that come morning, when they were both sober, this conversation would be a lot harder as they worked on figuring out how to try and make this work again. Rook’s lips were eager against her own in response as his hands drifted down her waist, stopping only when they reached the back of her thighs and he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Get a room!” Colson hollarded with a chuckle from the back door as the rest of the guys joined in with cheers and whistles, the pair now fully away that they had an audience. Both reaching a hand out to flip them all the bird. Too wrapped up in the moment to be bothered to care. “I love you.” Rook panted out when they finally did manage to break apart sometime later. The love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed up at Y/N, was almost too much for her to handle as she placed her hands against his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his own.

“I love you too, JP.” She whispered, keeping the last part to herself. ‘More than you could ever know.’

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‘Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left 

I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down (let you down) I've been clumsy with your heart again 

 Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash’

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Rook JP Cappelletty Fanfiction

Love the way you lie

Okay, I'll give you a summary. Basically Rook has been in a toxic relationship with a girl for six months now. Colson and the boys have noticed and are trying to get him out of it. These fics are an English translation of my fics in Wattpad. If you like them I have some more focused mostly on Rook. I accept suggestions uwu

Rook has been in a toxic relationship for over six months, and Colson knows it. At this point he doesn't know what to do, he has seen his best friend get slowly destroyed by the girl he is with. He started out with just dark circles, bags under his eyes that made it clear that he was not sleeping well, or nothing at all. He later found out for himself that Rook's girlfriend kicked him out of his own home in the middle of the night because of jealousy. She let him sleep in the garden even when it was raining. That had led to Jp spending more time sick than healthy. Him suffocating in the middle of playing a song because he was so sick that he couldn't even breathe normally. With coughing fits that made he looks like he would choke. They had all told him to come home and rest. He had insisted on staying. Kells didn't understand why and over time he understood that he would rather be away from home than be with her. So ... why didn't he leave her? For some reason he didn't dare to ask him and just tried to help him from the distance, thinking that he shouldn't get into it, that he would do better for his best friend if he didn't get in straight. He couldn't be more wrong.

Then one day he had to pick up Rook from a park in the middle of Cleveland at three in the morning and take him to the hospital. He said that a drunk man had thrown a bottle at him and that he had been unable to dodge it. Colson knew he was lying. He knew that it had been his girlfriend. He didn't say anything and just drove, took him to the hospital and waited patiently. They had to suture a wound that covered his left temple up to his eyebrow and he lost 30% of his vision in that eye. Then, back in the car, he burst into tears. Kells didn't know what to do, he couldn't just sit back and watch that harpy tear his little brother apart. But he didn't know how to get into that problem without causing more damage.

Rook stayed that night to sleep at his house. Colson did not sleep. He watched him while he slept. Somewhat creepy but he just couldn't stop looking at him because it seemed like it was the first time he slept in a long time. He felt guilty, because he was just standing there and watching him burn.

After that night he began to see Jp less often and when he saw him he did not look like himself. He looked like the most tired person on this earth and looking into his eyes was almost painful. Colson had never seen such sad eyes. It hurt, it hurt because Rook, his Rookie was the happiest, most active and jovial person he had ever met and at this point he was not a shadow of who he really was.

Everyone had already noticed. They had talked about his girl, how sad and destroyed he looked. Baze had told them that he had heard his girlfriend yell at him for spending more time with them than with her. Tell him that he didn't love her and that he was a bad boyfriend, that he was mistreating her and that he didn't deserve someone like her. Rook had simply apologized, he had promised her that he loved her and that he would do anything for her. Rook definitely didn't deserve someone like her. That girl was a witch. (cof cof Bitch cof cof)

However none of them did anything. They stood there, watching him burn.

The few times they saw Jp he was completely different. He cried with songs and with movies and at that point none of them dared to laugh because they simply knew that crying had nothing to do with the movie. They tried to comfort him but none of them really got in, to stop what was happening in front of their eyes. Colson dared to ask about their relationship shortly after Rook passed out from exhaustion in the middle of a hangout. But he didn't get to ask beyond "How are you doing with her?" or How's your relationship? " and his drummer always answered a " good " that sounded as harsh and bitter as a stab.

Then Rook started arriving with injuries. He started with a pair of broken fingers and he said the wind had closed a door on his hand. Just a few weeks later his nose was broken and he said a book had fallen on his face. He forced a laugh and said "trouble of being short." And within a month he had a black eye, the same one that he had lost part of his vision of. And this time he said that he had accidentally opened one of his kitchen cabinets on his face. The boys looked at him, none of them believed it and they all knew that it had been his girlfriend who had closed the door in his hand, who had thrown that book against his face and who had hit him by opening one of his cabinets uncarelessly out because of her jealousy.

The situation was getting more and more difficult. Now in the sixth month, Rook had just had his fourth anxiety attack in their short time in this month. Slim had gone with him for a walk when his breathing had calmed and he had stopped shaking like a frightened dog. Baze and Kells had stayed there, talking about how far this had come. That's when Colson decided that he couldn't just stand there and watch him burn, he walked over to the couch and took Rook's phone, thanking he had left it there and discovering that he didn't even have a password on it. A part of him wanted to believe it was because Rook expected one of them to try to help him, but deep down he knew it was because his girlfriend was checking his conversations and everything he did. Colson discovered under Baze's watchful eyes that Rook, or rather his girlfriend, had deleted all the female contacts from his phone, even Casie's was not there. What kind of upset jealous was that girl? Finally he reached the WhatsApp messages and there, the first on the list was her. Kells began to read the messages aloud.

- Where are you? - It's her two days ago. - Kells house, recording. - Rook's answer. - You prefer them to me. - She adds. - I've only been away from home for three hours- Rook answers. - You don't take care of me like before, you don't even call me queen like you did before, why don't you love me anymore? What did I do? You are always with your friends and you are no longer with me - Colson continues to read her messages. - I love you more than anything, honey. But I really have to record - Jp responds. - It's a lie, you're so mean to me, I hate you so much! - They are pure written messages, but Colson knows that Rook is blaming himself for that. - My sunshine, no. I love you, I love you very much. I'll be back in an hour I promise. I'll make you dinner and we can watch a movie together. Whatever you want ... - Rook is too good for that girl. She doesn't reply anymore until yesterday. There is a similar conversation that lasts to this day. Now there are a lot of messages from her that Jp hasn't even answered, possibly because they are from when his anxiety attack started. Yet there they are - Jp Where are you? Did you change me again for your stupid friends? You prefer them ... You are horrible ... You don't deserve me ... - She starts and Colson and Baze want to hit her even though they would never hit a girl. - Answer me! Are you with another girl? Is that? I hope you die! I hate you! Do you want me to end my life? You know I can't live without you! I told you! You will make me kill myself! I'll kill myself if you let me! - The messages end there. Now everything makes sense. Now they know why Rook wouldn't let her. She threatened to kill herself. Possibly that girl was so crazy that she was capable of doing it just to fuck the crap out of the boy. Baze and Colson are feeling sick. They know they have to do something, because at this rate it is she who will kill Rook.

- We have to report this - Baze begins. Colson knows that he is right. - She is hurting him, physically and emotionally. That is full-blown abuse. - Baze adds. And yes, he is right. But it is quite difficult to assimilate that one of them is in a toxic relationship of that caliber. More Rook, the good and pure boy Rookie. -We only have the messages, how can we show them how fat this is? -Colson knows how bad the police work, no one will believe them if they say that a girl is mistreating her boyfriend. They will think the opposite is the true and could get Jp in trouble. - I have photos of injuries from the last few months. Well, Instagram stories, but I think it will work. Also, they just need to see him, he is clearly emotionally devastated. - Baze adds and nothing more is needed to convince Kells, they both wrap up warm and send a message to Slim telling him what they have discovered and that they will report. They asked him to keep Rook out of the house until they return because they know he will not want to report his situation. Slim responds quickly, wishes them luck, and finally the boys leave. They drive in Baze's car to the nearest police station and wait until they are attended. It is a bit difficult to explain the whole situation to the agent, why they have the phone of his friend and since when he has been going through all this. But when they say the girl's name, the policeman's face changes. Apparently it was not the first complaint that they received about her for abusing her partner physically and emotionally. But there had never been enough evidence and everything had been up in the air. But now, this was the fifth report to her name and they had clear evidence of psychological and physical abuse. The agent promised them that they would send a patrol to arrest the girl and that she would be temporarily detained as alleged guilty of domestic violence on charges of physical abuse and emotional abuse. That didn't sound like a total victory, but the agent promised them that justice would be served, but by law they had to investigate a little more, that they would need to speak with Rook and take testimony from the neighbors.

Kells and Baze returned home, informing Slim of what had happened. Slim and Jp arrived shortly after they entered the house. Colson handed the phone to his drummer and the brown haired boy looked at him confused. -You don't have to go back to her, it's over ...- It was Slim who said that. Rook looked at them all, a hint of fear on his face that vanished when Baze gaves him a comforting smile. Then he burst into tears, Colson hugged him first and then everyone joined the hug. -I thought it would never end ... I was so tired of her shit ...- Jp starts crying, but he's smiling. - Fuck ... thanks ... - Rook ends. At least it's good to know that he himself had realized the toxicity of his relationship.

Ah well it's over XD. If I'm honest this occurred to me listening to Eminem and Rihanna's song "Love the way you lie" but it is quite based on what happened between Jhonny Depp and Amber Heard and also on the post that Melissa Benoist made about her relationship with Blake Jenner. I guess you all know about Johnny. As I know that Melissa's case is less known, I will explain a little, although you can look for her post with the full story of what happened. Basically she was married to Blake (she is now divorced and recently had a son with Chris Wood, with whom she has been in a relationship for a while) the fact is that she had a toxic relationship with Blake and he abused her physically and emotionally. One of the most serious things he did to her was smash a phone in her face. She lost part of the vision in that eye and now has a mark on her iris and pupil, although she had always said that she was from birth until she recognized everything that happened not long ago. Well, the point is that I relied on these two relationships to write this. I mean I wrote this out of respect for these people and for everyone who is or has been in toxic relationships. I've been to one myself. Well that's it. Thanks for reading and don't get into relationships with shitty people. Bye!

Pd: English is not my native language, I have a good level, but you may write something wrong. I apologize if there is anything wrong.

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Peter Pan Retelling WIP: a snippet

I literally have no idea why I’m posting this when I have no introduction or title for this but oh well. 

I found myself writing this at some point of quarantine maybe?????? and it’s fun so far so I keep drafting.

Enjoy my swordfight between Peter and Wendy! :) 

(And thanks for reading!! ily!)

"The truth, Peter. I just want that." "That's the truth" the Boy Who never Grows Up got to the end of the stairs "How did you get here?" "To join Hook's crew?" the swords met again "Or to Neverland? I guess it's the same, after all." "Who are you Wendy Darling?, asked Peter finally. "You just said it." "No, who are you really?" The boy blocked her attack. Boh of them took a step backwards and stared at each other. "I'm a Lost Kid" answered her "That's all." "If you were really a Lost Kid, you'd be by my side" Wendy chuckled a little. "You aren't the only one bringing kids here, you know? Hook saved us." "Saved us?" Peter almost drops the weapon.   "My brothers: John and Michael. I guess you don't remember them... They are your prisoners." "And from what exactly did Hook save you all?'" he snapped. Hook would never do anything good.

(Ps I’m not a native english speaker so I apologize from any wrong grammar and/or spelling mistakes this text may include.)

Spanish version under the cut!!!!

- La verdad, Peter. Solo quiero eso.

- Esa es la verdad- el Niño Que Nunca Crecía llegó al final de las escaleras- ¿Cómo llegaste hasta aquí?

- ¿Hasta Garfio?- las espadas volvieron a encontrarse- ¿O hasta Nunca Jamás? Supongo que es lo mismo. 

- ¿Quién eres, Wendy Darling?- preguntó finalmente Peter. 

- Lo acabas de decir. 

- No, ¿quién eres en realidad?

El chico bloqueó su ataque. Ambos se separaron para observarse. 

- Soy una Niña Perdida- respondió ella- Eso es todo. 

- Si fueses una Niña Perdida estarías de mi lado.

Wendy se rió un poco. 

- No eres el único que trae a los niños aquí, ¿sabes? Garfio nos salvó. 

-  ¿Nos?- Peter casi baja la espada.

-  A mí y a mis hermanos: John y Michael. Supongo que no los recuerdas… Los tienes prisioneros.

-  ¿Y de qué os salvó, si se puede saber?- espetó. Garfio jamás haría algo bueno.