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mywholehistoryintheam · 5 years

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Those Four Words

Here we go, my first fic, excuse my terrible English and my terrible writing.

Cyrus Goodman is the typical nerdy boy who loves writing short novels, fanfics, poems, etc, his inspiration is the complicated relationships of his friends, Andi Mack, and Buffy Driscoll. Cyrus loves writing but also he loves photography, he has a long collection of photos of the people he finds interesting, beautiful, intelligent and sometimes he takes pictures of guys with potential to be his crush, that never ends well. At some point being eighteen and never had a boyfriend before it's something that is always hunting his mind, just because of the fact that his friends already had more than two relationships and he just had one, with one girl before realized that he was gay, and he was thirteen, makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

By another part, TJ Kippen is a popular sporty boy who is one of the most history enthusiasts in the whole Shady Side, he is also a fan of doing sketches of everything, a dog, a tree, a bird or a person. As a sporty popular guy, he is always invited to a bunch of parties, he goes to basketball games with his best friend Amber, just a typical nineteen-year-old.

Things turn different after Tj decides to start reading the fanfic that has everyone excited, after loving every chapter of it he decides to send an anonymous ask to the writer via Tumblr.

-Chapter one-

Cyrus POV

I'm on my way to Buffy's work, we are going to eat together and see Andi in The Spoon, I'm walking fast and hoping to get a connection to any wifi, I need to update my fanfic, I'm a day late and I'm really proud of this chapter, I have too many readers and they are so sweet with the comments. Anyways, I keep walking until I get to see Buffy with some people, customers, I assume, we both smile when we see each other. Buffy starts to talk about Marty, something I don't hear because I'm too busy in my mind, I was happy in my mind, I was looking for some ideas to add to the next chapter but something starts feeling like a storm. It was Buffy.

"Hey, Cyrus!" she yells "I'm talking to you, what happens?"

"Uhm what? Uhm nothing, nothing, I was uhm, nothing"

Someone touches my shoulder, it's Andi, who has a really big smile.

"Hey, guys!" she sings, it's pretty weird when she sings, so something important happened.

"What happened?" Buffy took the words from my mouth, that was exactly what I was going to say.

"What? Why you say that?"

" Uhm because you sang, you never do that" I give her that questioning look. She knows very well what look.

"I'm just happy" she smiles "Is that a crime?"

"No, of course not," says Buffy while she walks directly on The Spoon.

We go to our table, yeah, we have a table, The Spoon is our place. Andi and Buffy are talking about boys, but not about boys they find attractive, like new crushes for them, they talk about boys they find attractive for me. I just smile at them and check my phone, my mom sent me a couple of messages. Since I came out she was trying to be a cool mom, always asking me if there were any new guys. I just have one word for that: awkward.

It's not a secret that I'm gay but it gets pretty annoying when everybody starts looking me a boyfriend. Andi is always saying things about some of Walker's friends, she's like a younger version of my mother. Nothing good.

We don't stay too much time in The Spoon, we have more plans, so we just eat the baby taters and drink the milkshakes fast, what can I say? We just have fun. We leave the place and start walking, feeling the fresh air, the sun and hear the birds, there's nothing more magical, except for winter of course.

"So, Cyrus what plans you have for Friday night?" Says Buffy while we stop to see some craft stuff for Andi.

"Actually nothing" Yeah nothing, I'm just going to spend all weekend writing and taking pictures you know the usual.

"Wanna go to a party?"

"A party? What party?"

"Marty is throwing a party, I thought Buffy told you," says Andi before walking to another table with even more craft stuff. I swear this girl loves more crafts than she loves herself or puppies.

"That's what I was telling you and you ignored me"

"I didn't ignored you, I was just thinking"

"In a guy?"

"What? No!"

"Cyrus if there's a guy you can tell us" Andi touches my hair.

"Girls I'm serious, there is no one, ok? NO ONE"

"If you say so,"

"Uhm, about the party" Buffy changes the topic fast, she's always like that. I'm sure they have a plan or something, it's just the way they are acting. "You're coming, right?"

"Yeah I'll go"

A Friday night party at Marty's house, yeah I was totally in for that, I mean, he's cool and he's Buffy's something, no one knows if they're a couple or not.

We're on our way to the cinema, there's Grease playing, just one of my favorite movies ever, the T-Birds are always something great to see, you know what I'm saying. Do you ever feel that satisfaction of hearing Danny Zuko sing?, 'Greased Lighting' and 'You're The One That I Want' are everything I live for, but Kenickie it's pretty amazing too, like dude why don't you sing more?.

We actually had so much fun. And I totally forgot about update my fanfic, how that happened?

Andi and Buffy are talking about the party, about what to wear, who's coming and all those things, useless things if you asked me.

"Cyrus" Andi grabs my phone "What are you doing?" she checks my phone. OH.MY.GOD.MY.TUMBLR.

TJ POV

Amber is talking with Lester, Reed and some other guys that I never have seen in my life, everyone is talking about a huge party on Friday. I started reading a really cool fanfic that Lester recommend me a few weeks ago, we are big fans of that fanfic and actually, I think the writer it's so talented. I was reading the newest chapter, or well the last week's chapter, it was supposed to be updated today. Sometimes I think to send some messages to the writer, maybe I can do it someday.

"What are you reading Teej?" I feel how Amber puts her head in my shoulder.

"Uhm nothing, I was just searching something" THE.FANFIC.JESUS.

"You're not searching video games, right?"

"No Amber"

"Well, you're coming to the party with me and the guys, right?

"Maybe I could stay at home listening to Lauren Jauregui"

"Are you serious? Listen to 'Expectations' all night?"

"Ok Amber, I love that song"

"Well, you could listen to my future wife or..."

"Or go to the party with you and the guys"

"It's your decision"

"I'll go"

"It's going to be fun, I promise"

Amber starts walking and I follow her, Lester and Reed are a few meters ahead, we're on our way to eat some ice cream, maybe we forgot where my car was, If I'm honest that happens a lot.

We just keep walking, and talking, Reed is trying to tell jokes but god he's so bad at it, we just laugh for not making him feel bad. Lester starts to talk about how much he loves ice cream and being with us, we're a typical group of four friends who most of the time don't know what are they doing.

Reed is hugging Amber and Lester is playing with her hair, tomorrow is her birthday so she's getting a lot of attention right now, that's what she deserves. What I'm doing? Well, I'm reading the fanfic, that amazing fanfic.

"TJ Kippen for the love of God, can you block your phone for at least two minutes?" says Reed right to my face, it's like he was about to kiss me. DUDE.JUST.STAY.AWAY.FROM.ME.

"First of all Reed, go away from my face, and in the second place it's all Lester's fault"

"Now is my fault? What?"

"Yeah you send me this, and now I'm kind of obsessed"

"Man please" Lester is starting to laugh "What happens? Do you love the writer or the story? Do you want to kiss the writer or something like that?"

"Don't be ridiculous" I roll my eyes. Well, maybe. Finally, I'm in my room, making all these stories about meeting this writer, I can't believe what I'm about to do, I'm just going to send the writer an anonymous ask, is that a great idea?

Cyrus POV

We're at Buffy's house for a sleepover, yeah, we still do that.

I finally update my fanfic and, surprise!, I have an ask on my Tumblr, yeah that's not as usual as I want but I'm happy every time I see some of those bad guys.

'Hey! I just wanted to say that I'm loving every chapter, and I recently started to read your poems and GOD THEY'RE SO GOOD, sorry for yelling, is it weird if I say that I might have a little crush on you? Love, Your secret admirer'

What does that mean? Someone has a crush on me, well, a little crush on me, but that's still a crush, I hope that it's not a girl. But that's not what I need to be thinking right now, I mean, what I'm going to answer?. This person is waiting for an answer, and I don't have any idea of what I'm going to say, how many times someone just writes something like that? Expressing feelings, well, this person didn't express a lot of feelings in the ask, but it's still a kind of confession. OH.GOD.THIS.IS.SO.DIFFICULT.

I see Buffy and Andi eating some cookies and laughing, they look so cute and happy, they are talking about some funny things that happened to Walker yesterday. The point here is that Andi likes him, they're really similar, how two people can be like them? I mean Andi is so artsy and Walker too, but If I'm honest crafts are not my thing.

Now about my 'secret admirer', what I'm going to answer?. I have some ideas.

"Cyrus, are you going to eat with us? You're just looking"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just listening to all those things Walker did" I laugh and smile at them.

"He's so uhm..."

"Stupid sometimes," says Buffy

We all laugh, having them in my life it's so good, it always feels like even if they don't know what's happening, they give me the answer.

TJ POV

I already sent the ask, and I feel like a truck is follow my steps, my heart is beating so fast, calm down TJ, act cool, I don't even know the name of this person and I already have a crush on this person? Maybe the writer is scared? I mean how many times someone anonymous sends you an ask telling you that they might have a little crush on you? Poor guy, he must be scared, well if he is a guy, maybe is a girl, which it's not that great, everyone, for everyone I mean my friends, knows that I'm gay. How many possibilities are that the writer is a guy? Something inside me says 'TJ the writer is a guy', you know like a gay radar or instinct.

I check my phone, again, nothing, I just have some messages of Reed asking me if I know where is Marty's house. Marty is known for throwing the best parties, all the people I know call him 'Marty from the party' or 'Mr. The Party', I don't know if they actually like calling him like that or if no one knows his last name. He is a nice person, he's the 'something' of a girl I know, I actually don't know her name but everyone knows her, she's always doing funny stuff with her friends and Marty at the parties, while my group of friends is just the 'popular group' at the parties, everyone talks to us, dance with us, everyone knows us. But Marty is the coolest person we know, and he's so nice, and no, I don't like him in that way.

What I was talking before? Oh yeah, I still have no answer and I feel a little disappointed but I'm not losing hope.

I block my phone and close my eyes while Lauren Jauregui, Amber's future wife, sings in my earphones, just the kind of night I was expecting to have, did I mention that I love 'Expectations' so much?. I was about to fall in sleep but my music stops, Reed is calling me.

"What happened?"

"Dude you didn't reply to my message"

"I was going to reply"

"Why I don't believe you TJ?"

"Reed ask Amber about Marty's house" I sit in my bed "Actually I don't know why you ask if Marty is our kind of friend"

"It's for a girl who wants to go to the party, you know that I'm pretty bad with directions"

"You win, I'm gonna send you the stupid direction, now let me hear something beautiful and not your voice"

I hang up the phone and send the direction to Reed, I check again my Tumblr and... still nothing.

Cyrus POV

"Well, Cyrus, now your turn, truth or dare?"

"I don't want to play that"

"Cyrus please!" says Andi while she was laying on the floor.

"Truth"

"Have you went on any dates recently?" asks Buffy with a suspicious smile.

"You have to be kidding, of course not, I don't know too many guys"

"Horrible"

"Awful," says Andi, she's drinking water now.

"Yeah I think so"

"Yeah"

"Ok I can't with this anymore" Andi stands up. "Cyrus, we have options for you" she smiles.

"No, no, no, no, I already had this conversation with my two moms, I don't want any dates ok? At least not in that way"

They both don't touch the topic again. I lay in the floor thinking what to answer to this person. Andi is making some craft stuff for us, Buffy is reading a sports magazine and I'm writing on my phone, yeah I finally know what to answer, but I don't know if it's right.

We have our good hair crew t-shirts, we're listening to music and dancing, they love to dance by another part I'm not the biggest fan of dancing. Once I was in a dance class, It was a nightmare, and it was painful, very painful. I still hear the voice of the teacher 'Come on Cyrus!' 'You can Cyrus!' 'Not in that direction Cyrus!' 'Cyrus!' 'Cyrus!' 'Cyrus!'.

"Cyrus!"

Oh, wait the last part was actually Andi and Buffy.

"What? What? What? What happened?"

Now I get it, I was sleeping.

"What time is it?" I ask, my eyes are still closed.

"Three a.m." whispers Andi.

"What the..." I open my eyes "Are you two crazy?"

"We heard something" Buffy whispers this time.

"And?" I close my eyes again.

"Come on let's go to investigate"

"Uhm I don't think so" I open my eyes again. "Maybe it's your mom, Buffy"

"Yeah, because my mom loves to make noises at three a.m."

"I can't believe what you girls make me do at three a.m." I stand up and grab my phone, Buffy and Andi are behind me holding hands, we're walking downstairs and there's again a noise, I wish I could say that I'm not scared but man scared is a really short word. We keep walking until Andi mentions that we should go back and pretend to be sleeping, Buffy tells her that we are already here and that we are not cowards, I just stay in silent, Andi and I share worried looks but keep walking, Buffy takes the lead now, nothing new she's the bravest person I know, now I'm holding Andi's hand, we're following Buffy and she has that determined look. We're finally close to the noise, but for our luck, it's just a cat.

"A cat? Are you serious?" says Buffy putting her hands in her face.

"I told you that we should go back" Andi sits in the grass.

"Maybe it's missing" I hold the cat.

"Look, here says who's the owner of the cat" Andi grabs something from the grass. "Who's TJ Kippen? Is a neighbor of yours Buffy?"

"I actually don't know, what's the name's of the cat?"

"Simon"

"Who names their cat 'Simon'?" I say confused.

"TJ Kippen"

"What we do now? Is there a phone number or direction?" asks Buffy.

"Uhm no"

"Well, tomorrow we ask your mom Buffy, now we need to sleep seriously," I start walking with the cat in my arms, we walk upstairs on our way to Buffy's room, and in less than two minutes I'm sleeping again. I'm so grateful for that.

TJ POV

It's six a.m., and my mom wakes me up to tell me that Simon is not in the house, that cat can be cute and all you want but damn, it can just disappear for days and come back like it was just five minutes. My mom starts to ask the neighbors if they saw our cat, I get in my car and drive just some blocks ahead to ask someone about Simon if there's someone out at six a.m., I see a couple, I get out of my car and walk directly to them.

"Hey!" I wave my hands "Hey, good morning"

"Good morning young man," says the woman, her husband just smiles.

"I was just passing by, wondering if you have seen my cat"

"A cat? Maybe that was the noise last night my dear" he touches the shoulder of his wife.

"Maybe it was"

"It was here? I seriously need Simon to be back"

"Simon?" she asks.

"Yeah, that's my cat's name"

Three persons interrupt us, two girls and a guy, wait a minute I know one of the girls, she's the something of Marty.

"Mom we need to talk"

"Buffy I'm in the middle of something right now"

Well, now she has a name, hello Buffy.

"It's important, last night..."

"Actually it was three a.m.," says the girl with short hair.

"Yeah, thanks Andi" she dedicates her a look. Also, hello Andi. "The point is that a cat was in the backyard and..."

"A cat! How wonderful!" says Buffy's mom. "Maybe is your cat"

"I hope so" I smile at her. "Where's the cat?" I say to Buffy this time.

"Cyrus!" she says to the guy next to Andi. Hello Cyrus, nice name. "Go get the cat"

Cyrus leaves and returns with the cat, and yes, that's my cat, that's Simon.

"Thank you so much, my mom was really worried" I smile at Cyrus when he gives me Simon, he smiles me back, everyone looks happy that Simon is with me, but I think that they're happy because they don't have to take care of my cat.

I walk right to my car with Simon in my arms, we both get in the car, now I'm in my way back to my house, my mom screams of happiness when she sees Simon with me, I left them in the living room, I walk to my room and sit in my bed, I check my phone, I have a couple messages of my friends, I check my Tumblr and... finally what I was waiting for, the writer answered my anonymous ask.

'Thank you anon, I don't know if is that normal but it's ok, at least someone likes me! Love, Bylerspotter.'

Should I send another ask? I don't know, the only thing that I'm pretty sure is that I'm the happiest right now.

Cyrus POV

We are having breakfast, Buffy's mom is telling us that we made a huge mistake when we went to see what the noise was, we just stay quiet, we don't have too much to say. We leave to Buffy's room, Andi takes a polaroid from where I slept.

"Cyrus are you serious?"

"What?" I say confused. I pass a lot of the time confused.

"You took a picture of the cat?" Andi makes that expression. I called it 'The Andi Mack expression'.

"Wait, what?" says Buffy trying not to laugh.

"It was a cute cat" I raise my eyebrows "You know that I love taking pictures, I have a collection!"

Andi and Buffy laugh, we start playing truth or dare again, I seriously don't understand these two. Andi chooses dare and now she's going to call Marty just to tell him something 'funny' because Buffy doesn't see the funny in it, I don't know if Andi is happy or scared but now Buffy has a date with Marty on Saturday, who goes on a date the day after a party? All I can imagine is Buffy and Marty looking like crap. Oh no Cyrus don't laugh, it's a dangerous moment. Buffy follows Andi, who is running like her life depend on it and actually, her life depends on it because Buffy keeps yelling "I'm gonna kill you, Andi Mack". Buffy and Andi end talking about the date with Marty, they make a cute couple, they're both attractive, yeah I just say that Marty is attractive but I don't like him in that way. Andi gives us the stuff she was making for us last night, I hug her, she's the cutest, she's always making us beautiful things and all I do is use their relationships to write fanfics, oh my god I'm a terrible friend or am I not? I actually write some cute stuff, a lot of cute stuff, I made their relationships more cute with my writing, and if I'm honest I don't have a lot of readers, so, I'm a good friend right?.

Buffy starts talking about Marty and Andi about Walker, I'm just listening to them, I don't have anyone to talk about, and my recent 'secret admirer' it's not an option. For one hour I have to listen about how cool, funny and amazing is Marty and his hair, thanks Buffy, by another part I have to listen for the same hour about how kind, friendly and beautiful is Walker and his art. When they finally stop I check my Tumblr to see what's new, I have another ask, yes, it's from my 'secret admirer’.

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thebluesideofmyworld · 6 years

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Our Songs - A Solangelo Fanfic

Summary: Alternate Universe. Will was a famous pop singer who has released an album, and some of the singles from that album topped the chart for a couple of weeks. Nico was an indie musician who played guitar and piano and he didn’t really care about what is happening in the entertainment industry. For him, it’s the music that mattered. Not who sang it. One night, probably the stars up above were aligned, or simply it was just fate, but they met.

(Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || read on AO3)

Chapter 1: The Night They Met

Chapter Summary: Nico was in the middle of working on a new song in his favorite coffee shop when Hazel called him. Leaving in a rush, he forgot his notebook and left it in the coffee shop. Will found the notebook.

Author’s Notes:

Ever since Troye Sivan dyed his hair into platinum blond, I can't stop thinking about this AU where Will was a singer (and yeah in this imaginary world in my head Will sang Troye's songs). I ended up writing a bulleted list of my headcanon about this idea, at first simply just to get it out of my system (because damn it I have papers to work on!) and posted it here. But apparently, I got quite some responses? So I was like, heck whatever, let's give it a try. And as most of the songs that will make appearances here are song from Troye Sivan, there would be some other songs from other musician/artist.

All the lyrics quoted in this fic belongs to the writer of the songs.

Despite the fact that I have to listen to music whenever I am doing anything, I am tone deaf, I can't sing at all, and the knowledge that I have about song writing process and music industry is next to nothing. So I do apologize for any mistakes and inaccuracies.

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Nico pulled the door and walked in. It was past 9 in the evening already, so there were only a few people in the coffee shop. Jason looked up at him and waved with a smile.

“Hey, Neeks! What can I get you tonight?” He asked as he walked to the register behind the counter.

Nico gave him a half-smile. “Just a medium flat white, please.”

“Sure thing,” Jason nodded as he punched in Nico’s order in the register.

Nico inserted his card into the card-reader and waited until the screen told him to take out his card.

“Okay, it will be right up in a minute,” Jason said.

“Thanks!”

“Oh, and Nico? I love your latest video.”

“Thanks.” Nico smiled. He tilted his head a bit to the left. “Do you like the song, or you like that Piper was the one singing it.”

How the red color creeping in into Jason’s cheeks was already enough as an answer.

Jason cringed. “Uh. Both.”

Nico smirked at him. “Really?” He asked Jason, a bit teasingly. “I’ll let Piper know that you like her…voice.’

The blush on Jason’s cheeks was even darker now as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh. Thanks.” Then he straightened his back and smiled. “But really. I mean it. That song is really nice, Neeks. “

Nico’s lips curled up into a smile. “Thanks,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”

“You really don’t want to take it to another level? Seriously, you should try sending your demo tape to some recording companies.”

Nico ran a hand through his hair. It was not the first time he had someone giving him a suggestion along that line.

“Maybe. One day. But not soon,” he said. Truth was, it was not something that Nico was aiming for. At least not now. He liked music. He liked putting in his thoughts into words, creating a melody that he thought fit with the words. But to be a part where music was heavily industrialized? Not something that Nico was crazy about, to say the least.

“Yeah. But with your talent, I’d say it’s something that you should think about,” Jason said. “Lots of artists started as YouTuber, you know.”

Nico chuckled. “Yeah. Maybe it’s their path.”

To be honest, Nico didn’t really think himself as a real YouTuber. It was Piper, his childhood friend, who first made him upload videos of his songs on YouTube. Piper herself had already had her own vlog channel for a few years. She had thousands of followers, who seemed to enjoy Piper’s various content, ranging from makeup tutorial, her reviews on books or her covering some love songs (well, Piper had a great voice, that’s something that Nico would totally agree, that’s why sometimes Nico asked her to sing the songs that he wrote to be uploaded to his own channel). And whenever Annabeth made a special performance on her video, the number of people who liked the video seemed to increase.

So one day, a little bit over a year ago, Nico sat in his living room, Reyna holding a camera to record him singing and playing his guitar. Even though she complained about how Nico let his hair fell on his face, covering almost half of it, Piper kept on pestering him to upload the video. So that’s what Nico did. He uploaded the video without any expectation, other than hoping that Piper would leave him alone after that.

Piper didn’t.

In fact, shortly after Nico uploaded that damn video, Piper uploaded a new video on her channel, rambling about how she had this awesome talented friend, who just started his own channel, providing a link to his video on the description. And well, Piper was Piper. There was just something alluring about her that made people tend to do what she said.

So people came to check his video. And much to Nico’s surprise, apparently it wasn’t that bad? But to be honest, if it wasn’t for a comment from someone who said that the song that Nico wrote and sang really touched them and made them feel better about what they’re going through, Nico wouldn’t have uploaded more videos. That comment made Nico realize that through his songs that he wrote and uploaded, he could somehow help people without meeting or even seeing them to make them feel better, even for just a little bit. Hey, even just a bit better than nothing, right? And it was a concept that Nico found really appealing.

“It could be your path too,” Jason said.

Nico shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. One day. But not in the near future.”

He turned around and made his way to his favorite spot in the coffee shop, the one in the corner where he could spend hours just writing whatever that comes to his mind that he thought he could develop more into new songs. Sometimes when he had his guitar with him, he would also record some melodies into his phone.

Nico sat on the comfortable chair, and took out a small black notebook. He brought it with him everywhere as it’s where he wrote his ideas.

“Working on a new song?” Jason asked as he placed a carton cup in front of Nico.

Nico hummed as he wrote a new line that just crossed his mind.

“Good luck with that. I’m sure it will be great,” Jason said.

Nico looked up and returned Jason’s smile.

“Thanks,” he said.

Jason nodded and left him.

Nico bit his lower lip as he stared at the lines that he just wrote. He crossed the word great, and wrote grand instead right above the crossed word.

He got so absorbed in it, and it was his phone going off that jolted him back to reality. He slid his hand on the screen and picked his phone up.

“Yes, Hazel?”

“Nico? Can you… uhm… come over?”

Nico knew that his half-sister only used that tone when something happened.

“Sure,” Nico said, quickly stood up and grabbed his jacket. “I’m in The Oracle now so I’ll be there in like… 15 or 20 minutes?”

He could hear the relieved sigh at the other end of the line as he gulped now-cold drink from his cup.

“Oh, thank you, Neeks. Frank is visiting his grandma in Canada, so I don’t know who else to call.”

“Hm. What happened?” Nico said, already walking to the door.

“Leo had this crazy idea-“

Nico groaned as he threw his empty cup to the bin. He half-heartedly waved at Jason and pushed the door. Of course. Of course it was Leo.

“What did he do this time?” Nico asked as he walked out of the coffee shop.

***

Will looked up to the sky above him. There was a nostalgic feeling as he looked up, thinking of those good old days back in his hometown in Tennessee, where the sky was bright because of the stars, not because of the lights from neon lamps like here in New York City. Will let out a sigh as he looked around. It was almost eleven at night, but New York City never slept. Sure, it was not as busy as in the daytime, but there were people walking around him, going wherever they were going to, bringing along the stories of their lives with them as they walked.

Will kept on walking slowly, somehow reminiscing the days when he was just a boy in a small town in Tennessee, recording himself covering some popular songs and uploaded them on YouTube.

It felt like it was just last week, while in reality, he’s been here in NYC for almost two years now. Who would have known that one of his subscribers was the daughter of one of the CEOs in a recording company? Who would have known that those videos he uploaded would lead him released an album last year?

Will sighed and stopped in front of a coffee shop. He looked up at the sign, reading the words “The Oracle” printed in purple colors over green background. Will just realized that ever since he moved to his apartment, just two blocks away, he had passed this coffee shop for a couple of times, but never tried to walk in. He peeked through the window. The coffee shop looked quite comfortable, with warm orange lighting. Will checked the opening hours and pleasantly surprised to see that the coffee shop would open until 2 AM.

He walked in to door and walked in. A tall blond guy with a pair of glasses looked up at him from the book that he was reading. He smiled at Will as he slid down from the stool. Will made his way to the register where the blond guy was standing now.

“Hey, what can I get you tonight?”

Will glanced at the name tag that the blond had on his chest, and read it.

Jason.

Will smiled at him, feeling somehow grateful that this Jason guy didn’t seem to recognize him.

“Can I get a cappuccino, please?”

“Sure,” Jason punched in his order. Will paid for his order, then turned around. He gazed around, trying to decide where to sit while waiting. Then he saw a table in the corner with two chairs that looked comfortable. Without really thinking about it, he made his way there.

Will pulled one of the chairs to sit on it when his eyes caught something on the floor, below the table. Brows furrowing down a little, he picked it up.

A little black notebook. Will sat down on the chair and opened the book. Maybe the owner had some contact information, so he could tell them that they left the notebook here. Or maybe he could just tell Jason then someone left it.

The first page of the notebook was blank, so Will flipped on to the next page. Some words were written there into a couple of lines. Some of the lines were quite wordy while the other only had one or two words. Out of curiosity, Will read the words.

Something funny pulled his heart.

Whoever it was who wrote this, they were a wonderful writer.

It was like a poetry. A poetries that talk about being tired of waiting for something unknown, about couldn’t take the frustration any longer.

Will reread the words again.

Tired of all this waiting Can’t you see I’m bleeding? That I’m barely moving How much can I lose before my time is through? Everybody’s watching e verything I'm doing Am I just a fraud?

Will opened the next page, and found other lines like that. Another lines that really touched his heart.

A part of him telling him that he should stop reading, as it looked like something really personal. But another part of him wanting to read more. And this part of him was much stronger.

Will flipped the pages quickly, and stopped at the last page that held the writing.

He read the lines that written there. Some of the words were crossed out, a new word written above each of them.

Will read it, and felt strangely breathless.

The lines were beautiful.

Will was still having half of his mind on the words that he was just reading when he looked up to where the voice came from. So he was not ready at all to see that the voice came from a guy with black hair with a pair of dark eyes. And dear God, this guy was beautiful.

“Yes?”

There was something like a conflicted expression on the guy’s face. Like he wanted to be mad at Will but at the same time, he did not really want to.

“Uh,” the guy pushed away some hair that fell over his forehead. “That is my notebook.”

Will’s eyes darted to the book that he was still holding, then back to the guy in front of him.

“This is yours?”

The guy nodded. “Yeah.”

“These words are really beautiful!” Will blurted out.

The guy in front of him blushed instantly. “Uh… Thanks?” he said, sounding somehow unsure.

“Are they poetries?”

The guy bit his lower lip as he stared at Will, like he was contemplating about what he should think of Will. After one or two seconds, the guy huffed.

“Kind of,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he gazed down to the floor. They are actually… Uhm.. Song lyrics.”

Will’s eyes widened. “Are you freaking kidding me? You write your own songs?”

The guy lifted his gaze back to Will and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, half-mumbling.

“Me too!” Will exclaimed excitedly.

The guy arched an eyebrow at Will, and he looked slightly surprised. “Really?”

Will nodded repeatedly. As he pulled his phone out from his pocket. “Yeah. So you know, sometimes the lyrics come to me or sometimes it’s just the melody so I used this app to record…you know… stuff and everything so I can work on them later on,” Will rambled as he fiddled with his phone, opening the app that he was talking about. The guy peeked at Will’s screen.

“Hey! I use that too sometimes!”

Will looked up at him. “You have your stuff with you? Can I listen to it?”

The guy arched up his lips into a small smile. “Only if you’re also going to tell me about your stuff.”

Will grinned. “Sure thing.”

He stretched his hand to the dark-haired guy. “And I am Will, by the way.”

“Nico,” the guy took his hand and shook it. “Nico di Angelo.”

It was almost unfair that his name, di Angelo, really suited him, Will thought to himself as Nico pulled the chair across of him and took a sit.

“So, Nico,” Will said, leaning forward a little. “Do you, by any chance have any recording or whatever for this one?” Will asked, pushing Nico’s notebook towards him, opened on the page with the first lines in that book that Will had read.

“Oh, Stronger? Yeah, let me pull that one up,” Nico said as he fished his phone out from his pocket.

Will watched as Nico fiddled with his phone. He wondered, maybe up there, the stars were aligned. And maybe that was why he came into this coffee shop. Maybe that was why he found the small notebook. Maybe that was why he met Nico.

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Additional Notes:

The lyrics quoted in this chapter is from the song Stronger by Fyfe

Likes, reblog, comments or whatever form of feedbacks are highly appreciated because for unknown reasons I feel excited yet really nervous about this fic

#Solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Solangelo fanfic #Solangelo fic #pjo #pjo fanfic #I FINALLY WRITE THIS #I AM DOOMED #Our Songs

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Somewhere In My Sleep Part 6 (Kyungsoo Series)

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Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Cannon/EXO Universe Genre: Fantasy | Fluff | Smut | Angst Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Unnamed OC (Iris) Trigger Warning: Nightmares, Probably wrong representation of Greek Mythology, Mythical and Evil creatures. Word Count: 1,328

Plot: You were given the ability to Astral Project (Out of body experience) by a deity and you meet a faceless soul of a woman in the 4D world who guides you through the experience. But you are given only 1 hour of your day to ‘spend time’ with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sometimes remembers you, but it’s mostly hazy since his job being an Idol doesn’t give him the most peaceful sleep. You and Kyungsoo met accidentally one day and he becomes curious of you.

A/N: HELLLLOOOOO MY ASTRAL BABIES! I'm so, so, so, so, so very sorry for the late update! I just lost my will to write this story for a while and then Writer's block got the best of me. But I'm back now! Sorry for the short update. After I finish my CEO Baekhyun AU (trust that's going to be kind of short-ish lol) I promise to focus on this fic. But after this update, I'm taking a semi-hiatus from this fic okay? But I WILL FINISH THIS, I PROMISE!!!

BTW, this is the chapter where I revealed the Pen name OC use. I will never reveal her real name though. You will know the reason in the future chapters. Just be patient. :P

Alsooo, recently I’ve been used to writing in 2nd person POV and this fic is written in First person. If you see some lines with 2nd person POV, please forgive me. I will proofread this again soon. It’s currently 3:32 AM and I’m groggy af lmfaoooo.

Sorry for that, here's the story update now!!!

“Do you know anyone who breeds cats?” I blurt out randomly as I was wrapping up on proofreading my latest draft of the 3rd short story I was writing for SM. I’ve been researching about cats on my free time for 5 days now and can’t stop.

“What?” Ahyoung asks.

“I said, do you know anyone who bree—“ Before I could even finish my sentence, Ahyoung cuts me off completely.

“I heard you the first time,” Ahyoung said, matter-of-factly.

“Then why did you even ask what?” I scoffed at my friend who was watching a recorded episode of her current favorite drama on my television.

“Why would you want to know if I know a cat breeder?” She asks, more of accused me as if I said something illegal or something really, really taboo.

“I’m planning to get a cat,” I answered her with a big smile on my face. I’m not even looking at her to see me smiling, but I still did.

“You’re planning to what?” I look at Ahyoung pausing her drama on the television and snapped her neck my way. She never pauses when she’s marathon-ing something. Her gaze was strong and full of questions and it’s almost scaring me. Is it too late to regret and take back what I asked her? I guess so…

“You heard me clearly. You’re not deaf right?” I joked.

“Why would you?” It was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

“Uhm… B—because I w—want a cat?” I was also wasn’t sure of my answer, but I can’t tell her why I needed a cat. She might think that I finally lose the last screw that was barely hanging off on my head. I’m not crazy… yet… right?

“Since when did you like cats or any animal for that matter?” Ahyoung’s eyes were so wide, it’s almost the same size as golf balls.

“Since… Last week, I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders once and return my eyes to the computer. I hit the ‘save’ button and exited the document. I clicked on the web browser and went to my email just to check. I saw that there was a reply from the person I was constantly communicating with from SM regarding the 2nd story I sent last night.

Subject: [Re: Second Story] From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Good day Iris-nim,

SM Town creative team has already skim-through the second story you sent. I’m happy to announce to you that it was accepted and approved by the whole crew. The first story you wrote is already in the process of scriptwriting and will be used for a Web Drama that will be broadcasted by NAVER tvcast in the near future.

As always, it’s a pleasure working with you. We will be waiting with great enthusiasm for the third story you will make for us.

P.S.

Don’t tell anyone, but we are planning on absorbing you to be a part of our team. Nothing is confirmed yet, but I’ll be sure to give nothing but good words about you to our bosses. I’ve always been a big fan of your blog and I hope I could meet you in person someday.

Sincerely,

Park Jisung, Team Leader SM Creative Team

“Ahyoung-ah! Listen to this…” I started.

“What?” Ahyoung shook her head to look at me from the television.

“Don’t tell anyone, but we are planning on absorbing you to be a part of our team. Nothing is confirmed yet, but I’ll be sure to give nothing but good words about you to our bosses. I’ve always been a big fan of your blog and I hope I could meet you in person someday. That was an email from the person from SM.” I read the email to Ahyoung.

“Oh wow, that is so awesome!” Ahyoung enthusiastically clapped and jumped up to give me a big hug.

“Should I take it, if they offered me the job?” I ask Ahyoung and she hit my arm slightly.

“Of course you should! You need to get out more and a desk job at SM is the perfect way to do it. And it’ll be really awesome because our office building is just walking distance from SM Town! We can eat lunch together. I am so excited!!!”

Ahyoung ecstatically jumps up and down as she pulls me up from my chair to do a little rave dance party in my living room with the drama she was watching as our background music. I wasn’t really up for her dance party, but her excitement rubbed off on me immediately. After a while we both crashed on my couch, heaving deep breaths and sweat forming on our forehead.

“Ah, let’s never do that again! My head is throbbing now!” I complained to her like a child.

“Are you kidding me, that’s exercise, my friend! You need that! That’s why you have such a bad back. Your bone density is like of a 70-year-old! You should go to the gym I signed up a few weeks ago. Celebrities go there a lot! I saw some EXO members there before.” Ahyoung giggled when she mentioned EXO. I almost shrieked but then I remember that she didn’t know that I actually listen to EXO’s music.

“EXO?” I pretended not to know.

“Yeah I remember one guy, he was one of the tallest among them and has these really big ears but he’s super handsome, though. I think his name was Kai or was it, Chen? I’m really not sure. I really don’t know all of them. I just know that Baekhyun guy, he’s one of the good singers.”

Ahyoung explained. You idiot, it’s Chanyeol! I cursed at her in my head. But at least he got Baekhyun right, he’s definitely one of the good singers in the group. But in my honest (and biased) opinion, Kyungsoo is the best out of them. All of them are great in singing, but no one beats my Kyungsoo.

“Oh…” I smiled without even noticing it.

“Why are you smiling?” Ahyoung suddenly asks.

“Oh, I just… My mind went flying somewhere and I remember that one time I stepped on dog poop...” I lied, rather convincingly, because Ahyoung’s face immediately scrunched up with disgust.

“Eww, what the hell? You’re so weird!” Ahyoung said as she kicked my legs away from her in a joking manner.

“I know and that’s why you love me!” I stick out my tongue at her and threw a pillow on her face. She attacked me back with another pillow and we ended our night with a pillow war!

#Do Kyungsoo #D.O #Kyungsoo #EXO Do Kyungsoo #EXO D.O #EXO Kyungsoo #Angst #Smut #Fluff #Fanfictions #Fanfic #EXO Fanfic #D.O Fanfic #Kyungsoo Fanfic

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