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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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DATE NIGHT | owen joyner headcannons

Requested by anon: “Owen x reader - both actors with very busy lives try to spend time together (they have a shared apartment but get no time alone) but every time they always get interrupted so Owen decides to take both their phones & turn them off/cancel their plans so they can spend the day together & do couple things.” A/N: felt like headcannons would suit the idea better :3 WARNING(s): tooth rotting fluff ig hehe

Owen and you are both actors, but on different Netflix shows – he’s in Julie and The Phantoms, and you’re in Lucifer.

You met via your common friend, Savannah – you and her live in the same building in LA, and it was no surprise when you guys became best friends, considering how similar you guys are. You also have an apartment in Vancouver, BC, since you had to constantly travel there for shooting Lucifer, ever since you joined the show in its fourth season.

When Savannah mentioned that she needs to go to Vancouver, you were quick to offer her your apartment. A couple of weeks after she moved there, you went to visit her, because you missed your best friend more than anything, and that’s how you met Owen.

You developed a crush on him immediately (because, well, he is just too cute!) and you guys used to hang out all the time and were the same level of chaotic, and everyone used to talk about how you guys are made for each other. You two would try out all the new restaurants in the city, would check out all the tourist destinations, go hiking together, have movie nights every weekend – basically, you two were inseparable, especially after you moved there to film Lucifer. You guys would also flirt with each other, a lot.

Everyone, especially your best friend and Charlie, would tease you guys about it, constantly.

Finally, after a month of constant flirting, you couldn’t take it anymore and you kissed him, and the both of you confessed your feelings, and it’s been pretty great so far.

When lockdown started, you got stuck in your apartment in LA, alone, while he was back in Oklahoma, at his parents’ home.

You two would facetime each other constantly, but, obviously, that wasn’t enough.

Finally, in August, he moved into your apartment.

Safe to say, quarantine wasn’t as dull as before.

But when Lucifer season 5A released, and then, JATP, you guys had to do interviews 24/7, and you also had meetings for the next season.

You two would wake up, kiss each other, have breakfast together, and then, you guys would sit in your desks, in different rooms and work all day long. Sometimes, between interviews, you would grab something to eat from the kitchen, and on the way back to your room, you would go to him, and he would switch his camera off, and you would wordlessly sit in his lap and hug him for a minute, before returning to work.

He would sometimes come into your room, and press a kiss on your forehead, whispering an ‘I love you.’

Finally, after every bit of work is done, you and Owen would make dinner together, and have it while cuddling on the couch, and sometimes that would lead to more, but most days you guys are too tired to even speak.

One Friday, the both of you, coincidentally, had the entire day free. It was such a rare occurrence, and when the alarm in Owen’s phone rang, you switched off the phone, and wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer. He murmured sleepily, “Y/N, we have –”

You kissed him and whispered, “Nothing. We have nothing.”

That seemed to wake him up, as his eyes suddenly brightened, and he ran a hand through his already messed up hair. The action was so hot that it gave you actual butterflies.

“So… does this mean that…” He whispered, biting back a smile as his eyes trailed over your body. You grinned, grabbing a handful of his shirt, and said, “Just kiss me, you dork.”

Two hours later, you woke up (you always fall asleep after sex, almost as a rule) to find Owen’s side empty.

You walked to the kitchen to find him flipping pancakes and you swore that you could have swooned at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend cooking.

He served you breakfast, and you guys joked around, eating them, and enjoying the serene morning.

After breakfast, you did the dishes, while he did the laundry. After the both of you were done, you searched around for your phone to check your social media.

You couldn’t find it anywhere, and when you asked your boyfriend about it, he grinned mischievously. “We’re gonna spend today together, Just us alone.” You couldn’t stop a grin from escaping.

First, he suggested going for a run together, and you agreed. On regular days, you work out in the mornings, while Owen sometimes goes for a run towards the evening. But, today, you two went running together, along the beach. It was refreshing to finally go out after a while, even if you two had masks on, due to the pandemic.

When you returned, you guys took a bath together, and talked about the most random of things.

Owen ordered a pizza for lunch, and you decided to watch Mamma Mia.

Owen fell asleep on your lap after finishing his pizza, but you stayed up till the end, because who falls asleep during Mamma freaking Mia?

Soon after the movie, you fell asleep too, your hands tangled in his hair.

You woke up to the sound of feet shuffling, and found Owen standing a few feet away from you with his phone in your hand. “Hey, you’re up.” You smiled, and he tapped on his phone, your favorite song replacing the quiet of your apartment. He held out a hand to you, and you laughed, hiding your face in your hands. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Shut up and dance.”

“That was even more cheesy.”

Of course, you two danced, you burying your face in the crook of his neck, while he had his arms wrapped around your torso, while yours were around his neck. You breathed in his grapefruit scent, smiling when you remembered that he uses your body wash. You guys danced around for a while, the slow dancing soon turning to jumping on your couch and singing the Julie and The Phantoms soundtrack at the top of your lungs.

After that, you proposed baking some brownies.

That was a mistake because Owen never follows the instructions on the net. You were pretty irritated when he added four eggs when it was clearly written to add three.

“Aw, you look adorable when you’re mad.”

That was it, and you grabbed a handful of flour and threw it in his direction, his face now as white as snow.

He stayed silent for a while, before grabbing you by your waist and whispering, “Oh, it’s on.”

He proceeded to coat you in sugar.

Thirty minutes later, you were both covered in flour, and sugar and the kitchen in anything and everything that’s required in making cake batter.

Fortunately, you managed to salvage some of the batter, and another hour later, the smell of brownies engulfed the apartment.

“Wow, I’m such a good baker.” “Please, Owen.”

You guys cleaned up and facetimed Owen’s mother to show her what you had made.

“I helped.” “No, he didn’t, Dinah.” “Yes, I did –” “No!”

Dinah smiled at the two of you and said, “It looks great. I know it was all you, Y/N.”

Owen rolled his eyes, muttering, “I hate that you two are friends.” But his little smile gave away what he was truly feeling.

After that, you guys ate the brownies, and some leftovers from last night. Owen put on your favorite movie, while you snuggled into his side, and whispered, “Today was perfect.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head, “I missed you.”

“I love you.”

He grinned, cupping your face, and pressing a kiss to your lips. His thumb caressed your cheek for a moment as he whispered, “And I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling glad to have such an amazing and caring person in your life.

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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in the stars - chapter 1

photo credit: @ssahotchnerr

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, show rating 16+ for reference. depictions of violence, stalking, murder, angst, age gap couple, drinking, brief mention of drugs.

summary - You finally meet the BAU, little progress is made in terms of the case.

a/n - early update yay! i take a lot of liberties with movies that reader has starred in, pls dont take irl movie release dates into consideration here lol. more notes at the end

blog rules

masterlist // read it on ao3 here

prologue // next chapter

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Chapter 1

Flights to California always took an extra toll on the team. Reid had explained it once, in a too long ramble, how the wind worked against the plane lengthening the flight at least an hour longer than the trip back home.

Hotch was finding it difficult to focus on the files in front of him. The first photo he opened was of victim #3, with her eyes closed and face turned to the side, even Hotch could’ve been fooled that it was you lying there dead. While the rest of the team was mulling over the facts of the case, he was debating whether or not to tell the team about your history. The Unit Chief in him knew this was important information that had the potential to hinder the case; his relationship to you was too personal and his withholding of information could even turn him into a suspect. If the roles had been reversed with another member of the team, he’d have concerns over their ability to even be on the case. For now, Hotch forced himself to tune into the conversation the rest of the team was having; promising himself he’d figure out what to do later.

“Garcia, what do we know about L/N,” Emily asked, turning ever so slightly towards the screen Garcia had just popped up on.

“I’m glad you asked my dear Emily. Y/N L/N is totally Hollywood’s It Girl right now, it’s rumored you can’t even get a meeting with her without forking over at least twenty big ones. She’s never had a bad role in her career. Personally, my favorite movie she starred in was Mamma Mia, but like I said never a bad role,” Garcia paused for a moment, the sound of her typing filling the silence, “is it inappropriate for me to ask one of you to get her signature for-”

“Garcia,” Rossi interjected, “anything else we need to know about her right now?”

“Sorry sir, I promise to be on my best professional behavior. But come on, remember when she swept the Oscars three years-”

Hotch felt himself detach from the conversation yet again, staring out the window as memories of the two of you flooded his brain.

Three Years Ago

The team had just finished a grueling case in Georgia. It was long, taking nearly two weeks to catch the unsub, in which he had managed to murder three additional couples right under their noses. Inclement weather forced them to stay another night until the storm passed, leaving them all stranded by the airport. In a turnaround way, being stuck gave them the rare opportunity to relax and bond as a team. Rather than all disappear to their own rooms for the night, they all packed into one small hotel room. Boxes of Chinese takeout were littered around the room, along with various bottles of alcohol. The Oscars were on that night and Hotch knew you’d be on the screen at some point, not wanting to miss it he proposed watching it to the team and they all happily agreed. While it was difficult with their schedules to be avid movie goers, they all were relatively familiar with the contenders for big awards such as Best Picture and Best Actor.

You were nominated for two separate awards that night, along with starring in a film nominated for Best Picture. It had been a monumental year for you, with three separate feature films hitting theaters and all becoming major successes both financially and socially. You had spent so much time jet setting for press conferences and movie tours that you rivaled Aaron in terms of suitcase living.

“Everyone shut up! They’re about to do Best Supporting Actress, oh I just know it’s going to be Y/N. Emily agree with me! We saw her in Little Women together, I cried. Oh don’t give me that look Emily, you cried too and you know it!” Penelope said enthusiastically, waving her chopsticks around. It was rare that Garcia ever came with on a case, but the location had been in a remote part of the state and they wanted to avoid being unable to reach her and her technical wizardry; a fact she was particularly grateful for, had this watch party been happening without her, she would’ve been so jealous.

To anyone else, the grin on Hotch’s face would have been easily equated to the bickering going on between his friends and the effects of the few drinks he had thrown back. It was all for you though, he had caught glimpses of you on screen throughout the night and had snuck more than one glance at his phone to see the pictures of your outfit you’d sent him yourself. When the presenters walked on stage, Hotch sat up a bit straighter, his body naturally inching closer to the edge of his seat. The screen set up so the faces of all nominees and their reactions could be seen, Hotch’s eyes glued to the box you were in.

“And the winner of Best Supporting Actress goes to…,” the first presenter started, slowly opening the envelope they held, “Y/N L/N!” The crowd roared and the camera focused in on you sitting stunned in your seat, surrounded by coworkers and friends. The team was cheering too, the liquor in their system loosening everyone up. Hotch clapping uncharacteristically loud and long even went unnoticed by the others.

“I was right, I knew it!! I should start betting on this, you know what I bet I could hack into the system-” Garcia’s voice barely even registered in Hotch’s brain as he watched you. With one hand clasped over your mouth and the other holding your dress you made your way up the stairs and to the center of the stage.

“Wow,” you started, eyes wide as you stared down at the award in your hands, slowly you looked back up into the crowd and continued, “I really mean it when I say I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t even prepare a speech, I’m so sorry,” you paused again, the biggest smile plastered on your face as you quickly wiped a few tears threatening to fall, “thank you all so much, for supporting me and letting me do what I love. Thank you to my fellow coworkers who pushed me in this project and thank you so much to the fans who give me the strength to do this every day. Thank you! Thank you so much!” You ended, making your way back towards your seat. Hotch grinned as you flashed a wide smile to the camera following you, throwing a flirty winky that he knew was just for him.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. When you won again for Best Actress, you were barely able to contain yourself on stage, tears flowing freely down your face as you gave your thanks. The joy you felt in that moment was unlike anything you’d ever experienced in your life. At just 24, you had become the first person ever to win both awards in the same night. Hotch had actually jumped out of his seat at your second win, a motion that confused the rest of the team, but the liquor in everyone’s system forced them to ignore it; more glad than anything to see Hotch loosening up for once.

After the team finally retreated into their own rooms for the night, Hotch wasted no time in texting you, asking if you were free to talk on the phone. His excitement palpable when not even a minute later your contact came up on the screen.

“Aaron,” your excited voice came through the phone, just being able to hear you eased tension he wasn’t even aware he had been carrying, “can you believe it!”

“Congratulations, Miss Double Oscar winner.” Even after a year of being together, his voice made you giddy. “Where are you?” He asked, unable to ignore the pounding sound of music and people in the background.

“After party, top secret location Mr. Agent. I’m in the bathroom! Am I allowed to tell you I definitely see some residue of a line on the counter,” your voice was slurred and rushed, the energy of the moment combined with the liquor in your system causing your mouth to move faster than your brain, “probably not, ignore that. Where are you?”

Aaron relayed various info about closing the case and what the team had gotten up to that night. When you began telling him about your night, he couldn’t help but feel insecure. Where he told you about $8 takeout meals and rural Georgia, you were talking about some of the biggest names in Hollywood and the luxury treatment you’d been subject to all night. He forced himself to focus on your voice anyway; not wanting to take this time ‘with’ you for granted. The two of you could’ve talked for hours, had it not been for Hotch pushing you to go enjoy the celebrations.

“I’m so proud of you angel,” he said softly, voice swelling with adoration, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

When he finally hung up, he leaned against the wall with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. Relationship wise, it had been a tough year for the two of you. With your schedule busier than you’d ever expected, it meant seeing each other in person was nearly impossible. In good conscience you refused to take him away from Jack on the rare weekends he had off. Instead you’d fly in whenever possible, the two of you spending low profile nights together in fancy hotels or his house if Jack was away with friends. It was excruciating maintaining a relationship like this, but something about the success of the night made the sacrifices feel worth it.

Present Day

“Look into her dating history, any exes that would want to hurt her?” JJ asked, her question pulling Hotch back into the present. Adjusting to the constant publicity you were subject to had been a learning curve for Hotch, the first time the tabloids ran a story of you photographed with some Hollywood Hunk his bad mood had the entire team walking on eggshells for a week.

“According to my search she hasn’t dated anyone in years, or at least not publicly. I have a theory she’s secretly dating Henry Ca-.” Hotch zoned back out before Garcia could finish, having no interest in hearing or seeing whoever the media was speculating to be involved with you this time. Willing the plane to land faster, he ignored the faint voice in the back of his head that was telling him you were free to be with whoever you wanted.

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“If you’d follow me Miss L/N, the BAU has set up in the back conference room, they’ve been waiting for you.” Officer Reynolds said, her back to you as you followed her down the hallway. It was nearly 9am and you had spent the better half of the morning hyping yourself up to see Aaron for the first time in nearly two years. You made last second adjustments to your outfit; an outfit you definitely hadn’t spent all of last night picking out because you definitely did not want to look good for Aaron Hotchner. As Officer Reynolds moved to open the door you held your breath, thanking the years of experience in manipulating your outward expressions. When four heads turned in unison to look at you, you let out a sigh of relief. Aaron wasn’t in the room.

“This is Y/N L/N. Miss L/N, meet the BAU,” Officer Reynolds said, extending her arm outwards towards the rest of the room, “I’ll leave you guys to do introductions, if you need anything, find me,” and with that she exited the room. A blonde woman stepped forward first, extending her hand out to you. You knew who she was before she even said her name.

“My name is Jennifer Jareau, I’m the media liaison with the BAU.” She said, she gave you the same smile all the other officers had been giving you, but unlike theirs that reeked of pity, something in Jennifer’s felt authentic to you. After shaking hands with her, the rest of the room took a moment to introduce themselves. You never thought you’d meet Aaron’s team like this. Over the years, he had shown you countless photos of the team, along with hundreds of stories and tidbits concerning their lives. Even though you knew they had probably spent the entire flight to LA looking at your life, it still felt as if you had some creepy advantage over the situation.

“The rest of our team, Agents Hotchner and Morgan, are currently doing some research in the field, but until they return we’d love to brief you and ask you a few questions, is that alright?” JJ asked, stepping backwards and motioning for you to take a seat at the round table.

“Of course,” you quickly replied, moving to take a seat; internally you were laughing at the irony of her asking if it was alright, what would you do, say no? Looking up at the other three members still standing you motioned for them to sit as well, “I don’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, but I’d prefer if you all sat down too,” you paused, before adding, “kinda makes me feel like I’m back at school.” They seemed to smile at that, everyone else moving to find a seat at the table. Before the silence could turn uncomfortable, JJ spoke up again.

“Does anyone else in your life know about the murders?”

You shook your head no before replying, “my agent knows just in case I have to go underground and my security guard is aware, but besides them and the police, I haven’t told anyone.”

“Go underground?”

“Uh yea, a few years ago I had a stalker. I went ‘underground’ for about three months and the guy seemed to give up. The police have already cleared him, he hasn’t been to LA in over a year,” you explained.

“That’s good to know. We want to keep your involvement in the case completely out of the media. I can only imagine you want that too,” JJ started, angling her body towards you, “I know you’re probably more than well versed in dealing with the press, but if anyone comes up to you asking about the murders we want you to completely disengage. And of course, don’t tell anyone else about what’s going on.”

“Alright, now that that’s settled, we just have a couple questions for you,” Emily asked as she stood up, opening up a file from the table, “so what can you tell us about-”

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The dump site wasn’t showing any promise. Situated near a highway, the field was hidden from the road, yet still accessible by car. The constant stir caused by the speeding cars meant any leftover DNA or footprints were effectively blown away.

“Our guy’s gotta be fit. The drop into the field is just steep enough he would’ve had to carry the body at least fifty feet to get it here from the road. He could’ve rolled it, but the bodies were too pristine to have been dropped on the ground like that.” Derek said, looking over at Hotch. The two of them were standing at the edge of the road, looking down at the now empty field. “Not only that, but this is a nice spot. Normally places like this so close to a highway are filled with trash, do you think he might’ve cleaned up?”

Hotch was silent as he considered this, before slowly nodding, “it’d make sense if he did. Everything we have concerning his treatment to the victims post mortem has been nothing but affectionate.”

“Do you think there could be two unsubs?” Derek asked, when Hotch looked at him with mild confusion he continued, “All the victims were strangled to death, ME report assumes it was by hand. It takes a lot of strength and persistence to kill someone by hand like that, not only that but it’s intimate, he’s staring them in the face as he kills them. The level of care displayed here seems way more than just remorse.”

Hotch took another moment to consider Derek’s proposition before shaking his head, “we’ll keep it in mind, but it’s clear whatever connection he has to L/N is personal, at least to him. These women could be failing to replicate some part of her personality and in his rage he kills them. But when they’re silent and unmoving, their likeness to L/N lets him fall back into the fantasy, hence the care.”

“We should start heading back, Reid just texted me they’re almost done with the initial briefing with L/N, and we should meet her before she takes off for the day.” Derek said, putting his phone back in his pocket before turning on his heel to head back to the car. Hotch’s shoulders tensed at the idea of seeing you, looking back at the field once more. Giving the field one last look, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the idea of finding you in a field like this. Shaking the idea out of his, he turned to join Derek in the car.

Hotch took the driver's seat, glad to be able to use the road as a needed distraction from the impending face to face. The drive was only twenty minutes, but Hotch didn’t think any time would truly be long enough to prepare himself to see you again. He found himself wondering if anything would be different from the last time he saw you. Did you still smell the same? You had always been quite adamant about your preference for scented lotion, rather than perfumes. What if you completely changed your hair? Were you worrying about seeing him as much as he was?

“You think she’s gonna be easy to work with?” Derek asked, breaking Hotch out of his mental spiral.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, you know, “Hollywood’s It Girl”,” Derek explained, “if she’s as in demand as Garcia said she was-”

“While we work this case Morgan, I expect you to conduct yourself appropriately,” Hotch interjected, his voice tight, “we treat Y/N the way we would anyone else, do I make myself clear?” His eyes not leaving the road at all, knuckles tight around the steering wheel.

“Crystal,” Derek responded, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

As they turned into the parking lot, Hotch scanned the parking lot before finally noticing your car parked in the back of the lot. You used to always park as far as you could, constantly complaining about how people in parking lots stressed you out and you wanted to be able to drive in and out as easy as possible. The corners of his lips turned up, ever so slightly, thinking maybe nothing had really changed for you, at least in that regard.

“You go ahead, I’m just going to send a message to Jack real quick,” Hotch lied, pulling his phone from his pocket. Derek nodded and got out of the car, quickly entering the building. Hotch put his phone down in his lap and gripped the steering wheel once more. You were one of the few people to ever wind him up this way; it had been like that from the first day he met you, as if you managed to make him melt under your gaze. Five minutes, he would give himself five minutes to pull himself together before letting the Unit Chief in him take over.

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“I’m sorry, I just, can I take a break,” you asked, looking up at the agents who were still grilling you about facets of your life you never would’ve considered relevant, “I just need to get some air.” Without really waiting for permission, you were pushing back on your chair to stand up. Slinging on your thin jacket you exited the room, heading for the entrance of the building. The agents had been kind, but you were starting to feel a bit useless. Each time they had a new theory, you came up short in terms of material for them to actually use. They kept reassuring you that what you were able to come up with was helpful, but you weren't convinced.

You had been in and out of this office so many times, your body went into autopilot as you made your way to the entrance, not even pausing to look up as you started to push open the door. What you missed was the distinct outline of a body pulling the door open at the same time. The added force made you stumble, nearly crashing straight into the man on the other side. Brown eyes met yours and you both froze, uncertain of what to say before speaking at the same time.

“Y/N.”

“Agent.”

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a/n - wow wow! things are gonna start moving in the next chapter, i promise. the response to ‘in the stars’ so far has been so heartwarming. ive said it before, but this is my first fic and i cant even fathom that people are actually interested in what im writing. your support means the world! im trying to get stuff written before university starts up again, but i dont want to nix quality for faster updates so if updates slow down im sorry! comments always appreciated. leave a reply or ask if youd like to be added to the taglist! if you requested before but arent added, just ask again i mustve missed it on accident

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its-chelisey-stuff · 3 years

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My 2020 in dramaland pt 1/4

I’m doing this at the start of december but I’m scheduling it to be posted on Christmas Eve, because that way I can say to everyone Happy holidays! Anyway, these are the Korean dramas I watched this year (listed in the order I saw them, NOT including my favorite dramas, those will have its own post!)

Love Alarm (2019): I don’t think I need to say what this was about lol if you haven’t seen it, chances are, you’ve heard of it. This is like all those Netflix shows I binge in one day, hate them but still can’t help but want to know what happens next and immediately need a season 2. Btw, this drama has the type of love triangle that I tolerate the most: the men who like the girl are also BFFs and never actually turn against each other, or at least suffer because they don’t really want to hurt the other. Bros before hoes! Kinda.

OTP: Jojo&SunOh. Hate that I love them tbh. But it’s mostly all thanks to him. To me, KimSoHyun’s chemistry with SongKang is the best chemistry she’s ever had with any of her co-stars. Well, maybe it’s a tie with Jisoo. Sorry Jang DongYoon.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Knowing there’s a second season coming. I NEED CLOSURE! Dramas should never have seasons, it’s cruel.

Do I recommend it? Uhm... Yes. But beware of old tropes like Noble Idiocy super idiotic, a FL that never speaks her mind and a whole lot of nonsense angst and pining. Hey, your average kdrama basically.

Crash Landing on You: You know she actually did crash land on him. Twice. I loved that they were so doomed, it was awesome. A forbidden and beautiful romance, they were all in for each other. He was handsome and cute I mean is HyunBin! but she was my favorite: brave, sassy, bold and a CEO. I hated when they shoot her. A pity they can only be happy in Switzerland, but I liked that about their ending. (I made a sort of review of the finale here)

OTP: Awesome chemistry, have you heard about all those dating rumors? But my favorite couple was actually the second lol. I will never forgive this drama for NOT giving them a happy ending. WTF? And that’s why it’s not in my fave’s list.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Apart from the love stories? North Korean soldiers from Captain Ri’s team. Bless them.

Do I recommend it? Oh, is there someone who hasn’t seen it? For real, go watch it. It’s a romcom for the ages. Lots of nonsense and cliches. Loved it, just *one* little flaw. ALBERTOOOO!

Witch’s Court (2018): A law drama. I never watch these types of dramas. Only did it because I had a crush on Yoon HyunMin at the time, my sister made me watch it (she also had a crush on him) and I thought there was going to be way more romance. Heavy subjects, a great mom’s love and a lot of prosecutor bs.

OTP: They were cute. Wish I’d seen more of them though.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Yoon HyunMin. But the FL was awesome in her own right.

Do I recommend it? If you like law/criminal dramas and barely a hint of romance, this one is great. And justice is served at the end.

Hospital Playlist: It was an adorable, peaceful and relaxing watch, not what you’d expect from a hospital themed drama. Very healing (no pun intended lol). And I loved the songs they played! The weird thing is that I kept forgetting about it, and that’s why it took me so long to finish it.

OTP: I do have one, but not the one everyone ships: Dr Yang SeokHyung and his resident played by one awesome Ahn EunJin. She confessed, he turned her down gently, Buuu!!!. Waiting patiently for S2 and HOPE their love story develops more. Dramas shouldn’t have second seasons!

Thing I enjoyed the most: The friendship of the five besties duh

Do I recommend it? Awww but of course! if you liked the Reply Series and slice of life dramas, you will like this one. Only 12 eps but they were as long as a movie lol

WHY (minidrama) 2019: Two good friends trying to cheer up their bff who just got dumped (without any explanation hence driving him slowly into a mental breakdown and an identity crisis) by going on a Jeju vacation. In the guesthouse they’re staying, they encounter two awesome, chill and fun noonas. What you’ll see here: a moving story about heartbreak and letting go, bromance and noona romance.

OTP: While most of the time the lead was in deep heartbreak thanks to his awful ex, there was a subtle romance developing while he was healing. At the end, there’s a time jump and he’s totally in the right state of mind to completely be with her and give love another try. Lovely ending.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Jung GunJoo! AKA Dohwa from Extraordinary You!!!

Do I recommend it? Of course! It’s an adorable watch. And it only takes like 2 hours of your time, maybe less, I don’t recall. Here, you can watch it on YouTube. Also, not really a fan don’t hate me lol but there’s Hwang In Yeob as the bff of the lead. And he has a very meaningful role.

Where Your Eyes Linger (minidrama): First Korean BL drama I’ve ever watched and I’m so glad that it was a wonderful first. Given the amount of time and resources I was expecting a lot less from this but they all did a very good job. Beyond my expectations, really. Wonderful acting and such an angsty friends to lovers romance that was delightfully done. I don’t usually give out scores to dramas but omg 10/10!

OTP: THEY HAD SUCH GOOD CHEMISTRY! UGH THE ANGST

Thing I enjoyed the most: Oh, everything!

Do I recommend it? Like BL dramas and want to see more of them in kdramaland? Then YES YES YES. A thousand times YES! The reason why it’s not on my favorites’ list is because I wish it was longer.

It’s Okay to not be Okay: It had been so long since I’ve seen a KSH drama. Since his alien days lol Plus, my sister is a huge fan. Horniest kdrama of the year, for sure. Which is hilarious since the message of the whole thing was more about family. From the first episode I was waiting for the OTP to have a steamy makeout and have sex HAHAHA You know, they actually delivered, so I was happy. My review about the ending HERE

OTP: Queen MoonYoung and her horny but super restrained caretaker, KangTae. Love them.

Thing I enjoyed the most: All hail Queen Ko MoonYoung! And the best hyung, SangTae.

Do I recommend it? Yeah. Let’s be serious for a moment lmao it was a healing drama and the ending was beautiful. A few things here and there didn’t make sense though. The mom’s comeback was crazy, but meh, what are dramas without crazy? lol I guess this is not on my favorite’s list because I wasn’t as obsessed as I wish I’d been.

Was it Love?: Mamma mia, here we go again, my my, I should have resist ya! it was ALL right there but the writer didn’t have the guts to do the story right. It COULD’VE BEEN Mamma Mia, but all the potential went to waste. THE POTENTIAL!! You want to know who the dad of her daughter is? The only dude she ever slept with, her only ex! Big surprise. The writer! There, saved you the trouble. My rant on the ending here

OTP: Well, it wasn’t the leads, that’s for sure. It’s the second leads (or was he the third lead and she the second?)who ended up together, or at least it was hinted at. The female lead had way more chemistry with the one dude she was never romantically linked to, which is hilarious to me. Ugh so much wasted potential...

Thing I enjoyed the most: Gangster dude and his son! Bless them.

Do I recommend it? Jesus, NO. DON’T. Watch Mamma Mia with Meryl Streep, instead. That’s gold and it’s what they wanted to try to do for a moment here. Still wondering how I managed to finish this...

Record of Youth: Another drama I can’t believe I actually finished. A handsome model transitioning into an actor and becoming the main provider for the family that never fully supported him and had to pay for the debt of the dad that always belittled his dreams. Underdeveloped characters, a female lead that was outshined by CAMEOS of other women(in her 1 minute scene, KimHyeYoon had more chemistry with PBG), plots that went nowhere and a terrible pairing that had very little chemistry. A ranting about the finale and my wasted time, HERE

OTP: who? Ah, yeah, I guess there sort of was one... The photographer friend and the sister of the jealous friend. Their ending was ambiguous.

Thing I enjoyed the most: PBG, he carried this mess on his back.

Do I recommend it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA No. Please, don’t watch it.

Private Lives: An orphan who was recluted to become a spy and works for a conglomerate that holds the power to decide the next president of Korea AND a con woman who wants revenge because her dad got sent to jail. They meet and fall in love and it’s the cutest thing ever but on their wedding day he misteriously disappears and... that’s it. Everything that happens after that makes zero sense. By the end I was more interested in the second leads.

OTP: TWO (but mostly the second couple) and the reason why I finished this drama at all.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Second leads. BokGi and Eduardo (yeah, I know that wasn’t his real name). I’d watch a drama of those two. Even if it was by the same writer.

Do I recommend it? Well... not really. LOL If you’re interested to know more about it, read my “recaps” of each episode HERE or read about the last ep here. You’ll understand about the same as if you were to actually watch it, but you will not waste your time. I hope? LOL

Start Up: A grandma with good intentions, a FL that lost it all as a kid, letters that weren’t really that genuine, a rich, cocky and petty jerk who wasn’t the ML (I mean by definition he had everything to be the male lead lol) and the actual ML (a genius who suffers from the biggest case of Impostor Syndrome I’ve ever seen). No one except for the FL mostly is honest. A time jump that was there just for the sake of angst and not quite done right. Also, making a business with your friends involves a whole lot of nonsense and drama. And a “love triangle” that drove the fandom to madness. And wait, the sister was the second female lead? She was more secondary than the secondary characters. This drama is seriously not what it seems at first lol

OTP: DalMi&DoSan. Adorable. The oly reason I finished this. From the moment they announced the cast and learned who the leads were, I knew I was gonna ship them. And that’s how I never get SLS lol

Thing I enjoyed the most: The answer to that question is HERE

Do I recommend it? Honestly, yeah. Just turn off your brain and never discuss it on social media. Binge it and move on with life. Not the best drama, but tbh not the worst. Well it is the worst by the writer lol Wow it sounds like I hated it, but it’s just that the fanwars really got to me haha and it’s all so recent, but I actually did love the love story and the grandma was a treasure.

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Never alone - Chapter Twenty Three - Soulmate AU

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Marinette didn’t sleep that night. Neither did Damian. She had spent the night in his arms, doing her best to not break down. Cloud had been there too, offering her hugs to comfort her. The dog had gotten so much bigger now, almost bigger than her own small frame, and fluffier than ever.

Having both her boyfriend and Cloud to hug helped her a big deal.

Damian made sure to make her talk about small things to distract her. They watched movies, and Dick joined them, worried about his future sister-in-law.

Marinette and Dick ended up singing along the characters when they watched Mamma mia, while Damian watched from the couch, obviously wondering what he was doing there.

But the Eurasian girl was a bit happier than she was the night before, so it was a win for the youngest Wayne. He knew it wouldn’t last, but at least, Hawkmoth didn’t get to take advantage of her emotional state.

They all fell asleep on the couch in the early morning.

Marinette didn’t have the strength to face Plagg for a whole week. It was only after a day at school when she talked to Adrien for the first time since he gave the ring up, that she decided it was time to have a talk with Plagg.

Adrien had seemed happy when she talked to him. She didn’t know if genuinely was happy or if he was really good at faking it, but he had an entire conversation with her with a smile on his face.

It was like he was a different person than he was a week ago when he had his existential crisis over his father being his enemy.

So, when she went home after meeting with Chloé for their group project, she put the ring on, its aspect changing automatically to her own taste, and Plagg appeared in front of her, a sad smile on his tiny face.

“Hey, bug,” he began and she could feel her eyes water when she heard the sadness in his voice. “Hey, none of that now. I know we’re both having a hard time, but it’s better that way, really.”

Marinette frowned. “What do you mean?”

The cat-like kwami sighed. “I’ve lost some of my chosen in the past. Some died. Others used the Miraculous for bad things and had to be put down or lost their Miraculous. Adrien chose to give the ring up so he wasn’t tempted to help his father by giving him half of the Miraculous he’s seeking,” he let out a wet laugh. “Honestly, I didn’t know the kid had it in him to do that. He can’t stand up to his father, but he still did the right thing.”

The fashion designer nodded, knowing how hard it must have been for the model to make this decision.

Adrien Agreste wasn’t the perfect teenager that everyone believed he was. He knew how to make it seem like he was perfect, but he wasn’t. Adrien… Adrien was a bit of an enabler. Being isolated by his father for years didn’t help in his social abilities, and his friends had to explain a lot of things to him. Like, what sexual harassment was, or why it’s wrong to let a liar get her way. Why it’s wrong to put the feelings of a girl he barely knows above the feelings of one of his closest friends. Why it hurt said friend.

Sometimes, if it wasn’t explained to him, Adrien wouldn’t understand, and wouldn’t put the effort to.

So, no, Adrien wasn’t perfect.

He had hurt her, both as Chat Noir when he forced his feelings on Ladybug, and as Adrien, when he told Marinette to put her feelings aside so a liar wouldn’t get akumatized, without a care about the designer’s own risk at akumatization.

He had hurt her, but she had forgiven him because he was her friend and she cared about him.

But, just like Plagg, knowing Adrien, his decision surprised her at first.

She felt bad for it, but she had thought, for a moment, that he was going to betray her.

Taking a deep breath, she scratched Plagg behind his ear. “I’m sorry you lost your partner,” she apologized.

Plagg let out another wet laugh. “I’m sorry you lost your partner.”

Pursing her lips, she gathered the black kwami in her hands. “But you didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

The kwami of destruction floating up next to her cheek, nuzzling against it.

“It’s okay. You don’t always get the luxury to say goodbye,” he floated in front of her face so he could look at her in the eyes. “We’ll be fine. And Adrien will be too. Now, we just need to end this whole thing, alright?”

Marinette laughed, but it was empty. “Alright.”

They waited a little bit before acting. They didn’t want to act so soon after Gabriel revealed himself to his son. If they acted and something went wrong, then the man could think that his son denounced him and could do something to him.

They didn’t want to risk it, so they waited until mid-March.

There were some Akumas during February but they were easy, which meant that Hawkmoth had plans for a much stronger Akuma later on. Hopefully, they would defeat him before he could act on it.

February has been a good month for them, and they enjoyed life a bit more than usual. Her project with Chloé was done and at the end of their presentation, they got a good grade. She was still seeing Chloé outside of school from time to time, beginning a tentative friendship.

She was glad to witness Chloé’s change.

Alya and Nino were doing better and remained friends. They even met Léa, Nino’s soulmate. They weren’t dating yet, but Marinette could see that they liked each other. She just hoped that when they started dating, Alya would be able to handle it. She had made so much progress in accepting her break up, she would hate to see her go back to how she was just after the breakup.

Damian and she finally got to spend their first Valentine’s Day together. They kept it simple, though, going out for dinner in a cozy restaurant, walking back to the Wayne’s apartment, and ending the night with a movie, cuddling with each other, Alfred the cat on their laps and Cloud at their feet.

She has been working on a dress for Damian’s prom and couldn’t contain her excitement. It amused Damian to no end and he would tease her about it and they would banter for a while.

Marinette was happy, and the sooner they got to defeat Hawkmoth, the happier she was.

Damian observed his girlfriend from the chair in her room. She was working on her dress, almost finished with it. He couldn’t wait to see her wearing it, knowing that she would be gorgeous in it.

He smirked, knowing that him going to prom with a date would shock everyone at school. It would amuse him for five minutes before finding it annoying, but he was good at ignoring the stares.

He hoped that Marinette would be able to ignore them too.

Looking around the room — with so much pink — he couldn’t help but think that a week from now, they would fight with Hawkmoth. He had no idea what would happen, but somehow, he wasn’t worried.

He had a feeling that everything would be alright from them.

Still, Marinette was being anxious over it, and he wanted to do something to help her relax.

Perhaps a weekend outside of Paris would help? They hadn’t left Paris ever since their little trip back in fall, and it would only benefit them to leave the city for a day or two.

Plus, it was getting warmer — too much, if he was being honest, and, wow, was the planet in danger — so they could go hiking somewhere.

Getting up, he walked to her, hugging her from behind. She leaned into him and he kissed her softly on the neck, going up until he was kissing her temple.

“I was thinking,” he began in a whisper, not willing to break the silence by being too loud.

She hummed in answer, leaning more into his chest.

“We should go somewhere this weekend, you know, to relax a little.”

Marinette sighed, but it was a happy one. “That would be great,” she admitted, turning around so she was facing him. “What were you thinking about?”

Taking her hand in his, he pulled her up and brought her closer to him so he was hugging her. She returned the hug, putting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

It was something that she did often, and Damian found out that it helped her relax.

“How about we go hiking somewhere? I heard there are great spots for it in Normandie.”

“It’s beautiful there. A bit cold and rainy though, but we should manage,” she looked up, smiling at him and he found himself smiling back.

“Good. We’re leaving tomorrow?”

She nodded and he leaned forward to kiss her.

The weekend has been great, but too short in Damian’s opinion. He didn’t get to spend time alone with Marinette too often. There was always someone to tag along with them, and this time, they had been able to enjoy each other much more than usual.

This is why, on their way back in Paris, he decided they could take the next step in their relationship.

“I was thinking,” he began, making Marinette look away from the train’s window to look at him. She smiled at him, much more relaxed than two days ago.

“We’ve been together for almost two years, now,” he said taking her hand in his. “I was thinking we could take the next step, you know?” He saw her nod, still smiling at him.

Looking into her eyes, he felt relieved that she wasn’t expecting him to propose. Good, because with the way he was speaking, it could have seemed like it, but it wasn’t.

“When I get back to Paris for College, would you like us to live together?”

Marinette beamed at him, this smiled he loved so much on her lips.

“Really?!”

“Really,” he nodded.

And then, his arms were full of his girlfriend, who was kissing him.

“I would love to,” she exclaimed once she put distance between them.

They met halfway for a kiss, sealing this promise.

Then, it was time to confront Hawkmoth.

The day before, they went to the police and presented their evidence against Gabriel Agreste. They told them that they would act the next day and would appreciate it if they could wait in front of the Agreste residence to arrest the man.

After reviewing the evidence, the police easily agreed.

Marinette chose to put the ring in the Miracle Box. If things were to go south, then Hawkmoth would only have one Miraculous and not both.

It was better to be safe than sorry.

She was so nervous that even Damian’s word and touch couldn’t relax her.

But she didn’t have to worry at all.

Defeating Hawkmoth was anti-climatic.

She had always imagined a great battle. Blood, destruction, screams. Something messy that would attract the city’s attention and would be followed by everyone.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sanscœur were the former’s office, working on whatever it was they were working on.

They weren’t expecting them at all.

Robin and Nightwing were very good in combat. Way better than she was, and way better than Gabriel and Nathalie were.

They didn’t have time to transform before Robin and Nightwing took them down.

All she had to do, in the end, was to restrain them and take their Miraculous.

“Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie Sanscœur, you used the Miraculous for selfish reasons. As the Guardian of the Miraculous, I declare you unworthy of wielding one.”

Without waiting a bit, she took their Miraculous, stocking them in her yoyo.

Gabriel and Nathalie were escorted to the police to be properly arrested, and Ladybug could only stare after them.

It was over. Hawkmoth’s reign was finally over.

Paris was free.

“Are you alright?”

Robin’s hand on her shoulder was warm and when she turned around, the warmth and love in his eyes made her tear up.

And then, finally, she broke down.

She collapsed in his arms, crying for the first time in years, not having to worry about her feelings being taken advantage of.

She cried in her soulmate’s arms, and he held her.

He held her until she stopped crying.

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Peonies Chapter 1

soOkay so for those of you who didn’t know what the heck just happened. Tumblr decided to screw with the first chapter and not post it properly. Rude I know!

So I jumped on my work computer and going to quickly post it so I don’t get in trouble. Teehee.

Y’all ready for this though! I’m so excited for this one! The vocabulary that I’ve had to use is quite nice and fits the times perfectly!

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Peonies a a charming lady

She doesn’t like a spot too shady

Likes to live out in the light

Dressed in red or pink or white

To Bloom brighter than the earth

And to defeat all others

What is it like to be a Duchess who will be Governing a vast amount of Northern Italy? I’m not quite sure yet due to the fact mio padre is still ruling over the land and I’m being tutored in the fine games of politics. Oh do not get me wrong I would rather acquire all of the information of learning to rule rather than taking the responsibility too prematurely.

Handing my reins to the stable boy as I began walking inside the Monastery to meet with Mother Superior Ani. I speak to her for council when it comes to somewhat major decisions in my life. This major decision is traveling to Russia and supporting Catherine in her new life. From what she has told me and what I’ve heard from padre. Russia is an absolute catastrophe.

Something is relaxing about walking through the monastery when the sound of the nuns are singing. The beautiful art of the story of Christ, the only sound besides their songs are the winds blowing and birds chirping. Quite beautiful. Standing in the middle of the courtyard as I waited for Mother Ani to greet me for our chat.

“Good afternoon Lady Chiara.” I was greeted by Sister Calderón along with Sister Grazia. The only set of twin nuns I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

“Good afternoon Sister Calderón. Sister Grazia. I’m assuming that Mother Ani is finishing her afternoon confessions?” Asking them as they both nodded.

“How are we feeling today?” They smiled as they approached me.

“We’re going on a mission trip to Africa very soon!” Sister Calderón cheered as Sister Grazia jumped a little.

“We’re finally leaving!” Sister Grazia exclaimed as I smiled and clapped for them.

“Congratulations you two!”

“I’m assuming they told you about their mission trip?” Mother Ani approached us as they collected themselves in front of her. Nodding and they scurrying off back into the chapel.

“They’re very excited. Mother Ani. I promise not to take much of your time today as I know dinner is soon.”

“It’s quite alright. Shall we stroll in the gardens?” She asked as I nodded. As I mentioned before I go to her for counseling as she is the wisest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. Her wisdom comes from true experience unlike most men in the Catholic Church. We began walking towards the gardens so that we may talk in absolute privacy. I need her advice on my thoughts of going to Russia.

“Mother Ani. What have you heard about Russia?” Halting at my question as I expected her reaction. Shocked and in confusion.

“Why are you asking?” Sighing at her question as we entered the archway into the garden.

“My cousin Catherine has married the Emperor of Russia and I’m quite concerned for her. She’s written some horrific things that have happened to her after only being married to him these past few weeks. He has punched her, killed her bear that he gifted her for their wedding, and even has multiple lovers. I know that’s very normal but that’s not exactly the way Catherine and I were raised. I think I would like to go to Russia and support her as she becomes accustomed to her new life.”

“I say that is a very gracious thing to do for your cousin. But are you prepared to deal with the insanity of the monarch and Russian court?” I’ve heard some very bizarre things about them and I get this feeling Catherine should have some sort of noble ally.

“I have been taught how to deal with any form of court and spoiled Monarchs. And being next in line to Govern these lands, they would not dare to lay a finger on me.They’re too busy with Sweden and if they were to kill me, Italy would align with the Swedish in order to defeat the Russians. So that’s not my concern. My only one being is to keep myself sane. Will you pray for me Mother Ani for a safe return?” We stopped as we faced each other.

“Of course my child. When do you leave?”

“In a few days. Mio Padre is sending me with a brand new horse and arms for self defense. Just in case he says. Needs me to stay alive if I’m to do my duty as a Grand Duchess soon.”

“May God protect you on your journey and your aid in Russia. To think when you were baptized at Basilica di San Francesco. You would become this fair and wise over the years. You will make a beautiful Duchess of Italy.” Her words are always ones of great fulfillment. Always positive and never false. A little overconfident but there’s nothing wrong with having a little confidence in yourself. As long as you can control it without coming off as conceited.

The best gift to bring when arriving at a palace that you're staying for a few weeks is a vast variety of different wines. As a gift I’ve brought wine that has been sitting and aging beautiful for almost sixty years. Both sweet and bitter red wines that as I’ve said, have aged beautifully.

I decided to ride up to the Royal Palace on horseback in order to make an impression on the Emperor when he greets me. Besides if I sit in that carriage another minute my legs and bottom will hate me for the rest of my life.

Leading my carriage (which had my maid Fernanda inside) to see that the front yard of the palace was empty. They must be hunting or in the palace working on running the Empire. Pulling the reigns of my horse as we entered the entryway of the palace into the courtyard. Catherine was standing at the entrance as she looked radiant but yet somewhat good. We were practically sisters till I began my schooling of politics.

Climbing down off my horse as she walked towards me as we both bowed to each other. Which left us giggling at each other to then give each other a hug. I have missed my dear cousin/sister and oldest friend in my life!

“My dear Catherine, it is lovely to see you before me. And an Empress! Last time I saw you we were reading Shakesphere on our boat around Sardinia!” I cheered as we linked arms for us to walk inside the palace.

“I’m glad you have arrived at my new home. Sadly..it is not a home sweet home. Not yet at least.” She commented as I nodded.

“I’ve read in your latest letter and from a few reliable sources. I’m not quite sure how the hell you are managing all of this.” I’m finally able to show my true colors in front of Catherine as I must be proper in front of the family, advisers, and so on and so forth. But with Catherine. It is nothing but honesty and true colors.

“The women of court?” Asking her I could feel her cringe.

“Simple minded with their heads filled with emptiness.” We began walking up the stairs as my servant and others carried my things up the stairs.

“Most of the women in court are filled with only air in their heads. Mother always said that entertaining the women of the court is next to impossible. But don’t worry. I am here and those women don’t know what I will be bringing these next few weeks.” We made it to the top of the stairs as a woman approached us.

“Marial. This is my dear cousin Duchess Chiara! She will be placed in the room next to me and I will be telling her all our plans!” Catherine winked as she had a cheeky smile. Tell me what plans? What has she got up her sleeve?

My room was not as big of course as I am a guest. It was a light blue room that had white flowers painted all over. The bed was very tall and extremely spacious with blue and white bedding. I think in England they would call this the Blue Room. A grand fireplace was lit that was also baby blue with gold trim. Come to think of it there was a lot of gold trim in this room which is sort of weird.

Fernanda and those who were bringing my trucks came into my room as she took around my guest room. I took off my riding hat to throw on the bed as Fernanda sat down on one of the guest chairs.

“It’s very modern. But I miss our home.” I nodded as I began unbuttoning my riding coat.

“So do I already. We remembered to pack Padres guns right?” Asking her as she looked over from the chair.

“Yes. I believe they’re bringing them up now.” She pointed towards the door as the rest of my servant brought in my trunks of different forms of weaponry. My fencing sword, regular sword, muskets, rifles, and pistols. I’m going to hunt some sort of wild beast that lives in this mad land and bring it home as a trinket. A Siberian Tiger would be a very nice trinket to bring home for la famiglia.

Catherine came into the room with her maid in a very powerful march. As if she had something extremely important to tell me. AS in a life or death situation that couldn’t wait to be told.

“We have much to discuss before dinner tonight.” Looking at Fernanda who excused herself. I’ll catch her up on the gossip later.

“Now. I’m glad you decided to come and visit me. I have exciting news that I could use your help desperately with.” She pulled me over to the chairs as her servant stood next to her.

“I’m staging a coup d'état and in dire need of your help.” Not what I was expecting to hear in honesty. A coup? To think last year she was so excited to come to Italy and watch La Serva Padrona. And now a coup?

“I umm..mamma mia a coup? Are you quite sure about this Catherine? I’d rather not see you dead. We have too much fun together.”

“Which is why I have you. You’ve been studying how to rule a land and how to take the necessary steps..

“Catherine. I’ve been raised and tutored in Governing a land to be a Duchess not an Empress.” They’re very different in a weird way..wait why am I making excuses! But I should meet the Emperor to see why she’s forming a Coup and if he’s not as bad as I thought, maybe talk her out of it. Gossip from the court isn’t always trustworthy, obviously.

“Let me experience at least one night with your husband..not sexually of course because that’s disgusting. I sadly can’t be seen helping stage a completely different country's coup. Might make a bad reputation for me. But if it is as bad as everyone is saying. I’m in.” She nodded in my response as a small boy came into our room.

“The Emperor requested your presence.” He told Catherine as she rolled her eyes.

“Get yourself ready for dinner Chiara and make sure you take a drink of something. You’ll definitely need it.” Alcohol? Should’ve brought a few barrels of wine just in case. I’ve never had vodka and I know these Russians drink alcohol as if it was coming from their mothers tit.

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I’ve decided to pull out the big dress tonight as to make an impression on her entire court. The Duchess is here and she’s not meant to be tampered with! My brand new bright red dress that had white trills and designs all across it. I wore the royal sash that was given to me by King Ivrea Spoleto which was pearl white. My hair was of course up (even though it hurts my head a little bit) with pearls wrapping around my mountain of hairstyles. I truly don’t approve of it due to the fact that it takes too long to put up.

“Do I look ready to impress an entire court of Russians.” Looking into the mirror one last time as my chocolate hair looked delectable.

“From what I’ve seen going up and down the stairs of this place. You look absolutely stunning.” Fernanda commented as I smiled at her.

“Oh! You need your knife!” Fernanda commented as I placed my right leg up on the end of my bed as she got into the bottom of my trunk. My grandfather's hunting knife that was given to him by the Queen of Chad when he first took reign. It was a beautiful sycamore that swirled at the base, the blade was a beautiful silver that shines everytime you display it. Even after all these years it looks stunning and deadly. Fernanda allowed me to put on the knife holster around my thigh then placed the knife in its holder.

“Wish me luck for dinner. And I wish you the best of luck with chatting with the servants tonight for dinner. I’ll sneak you some desserts if we have anything that’s a pastry.” Winking at her as she nodded.

Walking out of my room as I opened my fan as I waited for Catherine to come out of her room. I think Fernanda tied my corset a little too tight but not the first time this has happened. Though I’d rather be wearing pants and my button ups. Which will be what I wear when I’m running around the palace. Catherine came out of her room in a beautiful white, pink, and red dress that really made her pure white skin shine. Not to mention her blonde hair shined brightly.

“Are you ready for the show?” She asked as we began walking down the stairs.

“Not quite. But I did sneak a glass of wine into my room so my body is not as tense.” We made it down the bottom of the stairs.

“So who is the biggest ass kisser of the Emperor? There’s always one.”

“His name is Grigor Dymov. He kisses the Emperor's ass so much that he allows his own wife to be his whore.”

“The second hand man married to the Emperors would be whore. If we are to do this I’m assuming we’re going after his right hand man? No. A much more subtle approach will be safer. Not that I’ve made my decision on whether to help, but I'd like to at least like to know your plan of action.”

“We’re first going after Count Orlov who has an understanding of the state of Russia. He’s a modern man who reads all of the famous authors in Europe.”

“I’m assuming he’s in the inner circle then?” Walking down the long hallway then stopping in front of the double doorway.

“Yes. We're here. Just put on a fake smile and we’ll be just fine.”

The doors opened and a wave of heat hit my skin. A mixture of alcohol and what smells like fish hit my nose as I wanted to just go back to my room. But I have to do this and need the impression in order to make my decision.

My fan helped me cool down tremendously as I was looking around at The Emperor's Court. To my right there were some women watching butterflies flying around her in a complete state of awe! They’re butterflies! Oh my goodness it is a show! There of course was dancing in the middle of the room that looked a little unfamiliar. I have to remind myself that I’m not at home and in a completely different country.

Catherine handed me a glass of the clear liquid which is what I’m assuming is Vodka. Lifting my head back as It burned down my entire throat as I shook my head.

“Heavens Catherine!” I laughed as she giggled.

“Definitely helps.” She commented as we began walking further into the room then approaching the women with the butterflies.

“Wow.” Catherine put on this extreme different face and even attitude before me which impressed me.

“I am training them.” The women told us as she began coughing and gagging right in front of us. Holding her hand out to cough out two butterflies! What!

“They do not all make the journey to a new land. Oh and who is this lovely woman.” She asked Catherine as I tried to not scream in horror.

“This is my cousin Duchess Chiara of Italy. This is Aunt Elizbeth of Russia.” We bowed at each other as we sat down on one of the couches that was facing the fireplace. Which of course was absolutely grande with a large elk head hanging above it.

“Let us talk of how you are.” She even had a butterfly drawn on her face! Talk about obsessions.

“I’m quite well. Note my smiling face! My cousin has come to visit me for these next few weeks and I couldn’t be happier.” Smiling as I began looking around the room. Now where is this fat old man that she married and killed her bear! And who also punched her in the stomach.

“I do! Has Emperor Peter also had something to do with this?”

“He has been sweet.”

“Oh. At heart, that is him. You know, as a young boy, Peter would run to his mother, holding aloft a picture he’d drawn or a boat fashioned from leaves, his eyes and words begging for approbation for love. And she would level a gaze at him and hold him in it, and he would fall silent and go so still. And then tears would run from his eyes, and his whole body would begin shaking uncontrollably, and urine would pool at his feet...it was a curious phenomenon.” Catherine and I shared the same facial expression as Elizabeth finished her story to us about Peter. So obviously he wasn’t an old man as I thought and was just a grown child who can’t stand the thought of someone not loving him. Have I made the correct character judgment through his own Aunt? Yes.

“Why would she do that?” Catherine asked as I was also intrigued.

“Everyone has their thing. Hers was cruelty. So I’m asking for some forgiveness, some empathy, from one I can tell is filled with both.” So he’s just a messed up King with mamma and papa issues. Quite ordinary in the monarchs. We began watching Elizabeth playing with her butterflies as a servant offered me a tray of tiny glasses of vodka. Taking one, drinking it then placing it back on the tray. A snap came from Elizabeth as I noticed a butterfly then landed on her finger.

“That is incredible.” I commented as she looked at me.

“Indeed.” Elizabeth went into her own world as Catherine moved herself towards me.

“Ready to meet him?” She asked as I shook my head.

“Non..Non Catherine.” Grabbing my hand for us to start walking towards him. Pushing past all the dancers as I stood a few inches behind her.

“Good evening husband!” Her husband was with another man as I looked down to see he’s in a skirt? They both turned towards her as he had no interest in speaking to us.

“Empress.” He took a sip of his wine as his eyes drifted away from us. Why is he wearing a skirt?

“You look marvelous! And your skirt, it is very pretty.” Why is Catherine kissing her own husband's ass? What woman needs to kiss her own husband's ass! He turned towards us as he flashed himself. Luckily it was all covered.

“Thanks. It also allows one’s cock to swing free in the air. It’s marvelous. Old Madam Bolzoi whipped it up.”

“It’s genius. I apologize if I have been sour face lately. I had my blood in, and you know how that goes..Rrrr.” An excuse that is older than time itself. But usually works because men think they're always being over dramatic during our blood. When in reality they are just horrid creatures.

“Oh, right. I see. Well that explains much.”

“But I feel much restored.” I haven’t seen this much ass kissing since Peter was kissing Jesus’ ass.

“Who the hell are you?” His eyes drifted towards me as I took a step forward.

“My dear husband is my cousin Duchess Chiara of Italy.”

“Emperor.” Bowing in front of him as I then held up myself strong and ready to take on this madman.

“It is truly an honor to be invited here to stay in your breath taking palace. I bring gifts from my home being a beautiful batch of sweet and bitter red wines. In gratitude for letting me stay in your home.” Turning towards the door as about six barrels of wine entered the room as everyone began cheering.

“I hope you enjoy them as a sign of peace from Italy.” Smiling as I knew Catherine would enjoy that little show. Have to make sure the Emperor doesn’t see me as a threat and the goal was achieved.

“God you are stunning. Grigor doesn’t she make your cock hard?” My eyes widened at his statement as all I could do was just stand there.

“Extremely.” He shook his head as I wanted to shoot him. Back home if I was to be talked to like this, the men would be beating the life out of him. I promise you that’s exactly how that happens. My sister was once insulted by an Austrian diplomat..and let’s just say he ended up floating in the Adriatic sea the next morning.

“Tell me, great Emperor. What is the nature of this lively banquet? I've yet to catch up with the issues of Russia.” Everytime I open my mouth up to him, I can feel my skin twisting in regret and my tongue wanting to stop waggling.

“We are honoring some of our wounded who finally won a battle for us against Sweden. Poor fucking guys.” Catherine and I turned our heads to see them in the corner of the room.

“No eyes that one. To never see a naked women or a deer in full fucking fight again. Still, he may fuck ugly women and be happy now.” I’ve never wanted to slap someone so hard in the face!

“Huzzah!” Catherine cheered as she looked completely uncomftorable.

“Let us dance!” Swinging Catherine onto the dance floor as I took a few steps back into the crowd. Grigor I believe his name stood closely beside me as I noticed he was looking at me.

“My apologies Duchess. I did not mean anything by what I said towards you.” Stopping the waving of my fan to face him.

“The right hand man of the Emperor yes?” Asking him as we faced each other.

“Grigor Dymov at your service.” He bowed as I turned off my fake smile.

“I have no service for someone like you. The Emperor's right hand man who kisses his ass so much that shit must be stuck in your ears. I would pity you but being married to the Emporers would be whore. Now that is just..sad. Excuse me.” Walking away from him as I turned my head slightly to see that he was in utter shock.

We walked into the dinning room after the so called dance that her dellusionaly husband made her do as if they were drunk. Catherine and I entered the dining room as The Emperor kicked some sort of General out of his chair as he then moved Elizabeth out of her seat down one more.

“The fat ass gladly gave up his seat. As no Duchess shall be seating with the court members. Greedy fucks.” Peter laughed as I smiled at him. What a rude bastard. But not completely wrong about the people of court.

“Thank you Emperor.” Sitting down as one of the servants pushed my chair in. There were three glasses that sat in front of me at the table. One was filled with wine, another water, then finally a massive one filled with vodka.

A dish appeared at me that looked like some sort of dumpling dish with a side of red..pasty soup? Grabbing my spoon as I poked it as it was meat? Beets? Both? Dipping my spoon into the soup as it tasted..well. The beets were very spiced with a hint of vinegar. The meat was especially spiced but has a sweet after taste. Interesting.

From what I gathered about the Emporer. He’s literally a child that requires all the attention and love from every interaction he has with a person. Which doesn’t come as a surprise due to the fact that the Duke in Sardinia acted just like him, but he ended up jumping into the sea as he learned no one truly loved him. So once Peter realizes that no one truly loves him, maybe he’ll jump into the mouth of a Tiger.

“Tell me Dear. I hope you’re here to bring Catherine happiness. And not here to start trouble between the both of them.” Her Aunt Elizabeth asked me as I took a sip of my water.

“Well. When I received her letter about what happened between them..the bear and the punching. I care about her as if she was my own sister. All I’m here for is her happiness.” A butterfly landed on my nose which made her giggle.

“They see a good soul in you and love it. I hope that you feel welcomed to our home, and it was a good idea bringing wine as a gift. Peter loves his alcohol.” She giggled as I looked down to my nose so watch the butterfly crawl around the tip of it.

“Bring in those Swedish heads!” What? Is that code for a dessert? A servant took away my plate of food that I didn’t even finish yet as I noticed a tray was coming in that had hair on it?

“We will eat dessert under their beady gaze!” Peter giggled as a tray was placed in front of me that..had a Swedish head on it..

God please forgive me.

My stomach turned into knots as I felt the little dinner I had was making its way back up through my throat. Catherine and I looked at each other in disgust as I wanted to run from the room, get on my horse and ride home. Now I see..A coup sounds like a wonderful idea.

The pudding or whatever it was looked delicious but..I can’t..The vomit went into my mouth but I swallowed it back down then drinking my entire glass of water. Just breath Chiara and it will be almost over.

“You rude fucker!” Peter yelled as he lifted his head up to look at his face. Standing up as he began digging his finger into the head.

“Everyone! Poke their fucking eyes out!” He looked so proud of himself! Everyone excluding Catherine and I just sat there as the sound of squishing and eyeballs falling onto the trays filled my heads.

“If you don’t he’ll kill you.” She whispered standing up with the man's head. Doing the sign of the cross as I stood up to lift his head.

“Mi Dispiace. Possa Dio avere pietà della tua anima.” Catherine turned her head as I felt my eyes watering. A single tear fell as I dug my fingers into the first eye. The squishing, blood beginning to drip down my arm as the first eye popped out.

“HUZZAH! DEATH TO THE SWEDISH!” Peter yelled as everyone cheered, drinking their vodka and smashing the glasses onto the floor. Dropping the head onto the tray as everyone began leaving the dining room. My right hand was covered in blood as my toes curled up in my heels from the sight.

The dry blood on my hands was something I couldn’t stop looking at. It’s not that I’ve never seen blood before in my life..but when it comes from..a soldier who probably didn’t even want to fight..I hope that God is merciful to them. They needed to be buried and given a chance to enter the gates of Heaven.

I couldn’t move for..I’m not quite sure how long at this point. Long enough that the servants came into the dinning room to start cleaning up. A woman with a large sack began dropping them into a burlap sack.

“What will you do with them?” Asking the women as she looked up at me.

“Burn them.” No..no. They do not deserve to be burned. Catherine came into the room as I stood up and wanted to scream.

“I’m a Catholic...you’re an Orthodox..we both know their souls can not be saved..but they deserve some sort of burial. Is there a priest in this wretched palace?” She looked upon the dining room then walked over to the servant and then over to me.

“Let them gather the heads and we’ll go speak to the Bishop.” The servant handed us the sack of heads as we began carrying them down the hall as she led me to the Bishops room. It was much heavier than I thought it would be. Never thought I would be thinking a bag of decapitated heads would be heavy! Knocking on the door as he flung it open in annoyance of being distrubed.

“We need you to give these a Christian burial.” SHe ordered as I opened the bag so he could see the horrors of war.

“I can only do a whole body.” He was about to shut the door but I believe the faces that were displayed on Catherines and my face weren't going to take no as an answer. I will send a rider to the Vatican if I have to in order for them to have some sort of entering the gates of heaven.

“I could bless them.” The Bishop told us as I nodded in acceptance of the deal.

A pound of thunder rang out as the heads were gently placed into the hole in the ground. Hard cold rain poured down upon us for Catherine and I to hold hands. We watched as the dirt was beginning to pile on top of their heads. I grabbed my rosary that I wore around my neck for my fingers to hold my cross. The Bishop went on reading from the bible as I softly spoke my own prayer.

“Il Signore ti benedica e ti mantenga, mostrarti la sua faccia e abbi pietà di te. Volse lo sguardo verso di te e ti dava pace. Il Signore ti benedica…..Amen.” Finishing my prayer for the Bishop finished his prayer as he left Catherine and I out in the rain.

“I want to rip the crown off his head myself.” Blurting out as Catherine turned her heads towards me.

“A Coup d'état..sounds like a magnificent plan..”

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Teenage Love Story, Part Five- S.M.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Shawn writes his own version of "Lover” for you, a.k.a an extension of part four mainly from Shawn’s point of view.

Word Count: 2500

Previous Parts: Teaser One Two Three Four

Warnings: lil bit of sexual jokes if you squint

Based on: Lover (Remix) by Taylor Swift ft. Shawn Mendes

A/N: Here’s the fifth part no one expected six months later...

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August 2019

Shawn couldn’t help himself as he paced nervously in his hotel room. He had just finished his show in Boston, and he should be filled with exhilarating adrenaline; instead, he was overcome by nerves.

He found himself in a catch 22 of sorts- Taylor had just released a new song, Lover, and he knew that you wrote a good amount of that track, but he missed you and he knew the song would only make the pain in his heart grow. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to listen to it, if he could even bring himself to listen to it. It was supposed to be your song, your love ballad to him; and he knew it must be good if Taylor released it as a single. Who was he kidding- he thought every song you wrote was good.

“It’s just a song.” Shawn whispered to himself as he played with the phone in his hands, “I’ve listened to all of Y/N’s songs. This isn’t any different.” He kept talking to himself, shaking his head as he tried to reach a decision. “That’s it. I’m going to do it.”

Sighing, he laid down on the bed and opened up Spotify. Of course, it was advertised at the top of his phone: “Taylor Swift’s new single, Lover, out now”. He began the song and listened intently.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January,

This our place, we make the rules,

And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear,

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” Shawn let out a heartbroken laugh, remembering back to that day that he first read through your journal. He knew it was private, but he just desperately wanted to know. That was the day he gave you that promise ring and promised to always be yours.

As the song continued on, Shawn felt his eyes begin to sting with tears. Defeated, he stared up at the ceiling, longing to hold you again.

“And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you,

I’ve loved your three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all,” He didn’t need to even think about whether it was you or Taylor who wrote that line; he knew it was you. He saw that in your journal as well, and he had told himself he wanted all of your summers too; yet, here he was, spending his first summer without you in years.

As the song ended, Shawn put it on repeat and just stayed there, crying alone in his hotel room. If anyone were to walk in, he doubted that he could even bring himself to be embarrassed of his current; his head was filled with thoughts of you. He just wanted you and only you.

He wiped away his tears and looked at his phone clearly for the first time since he first heard the song. Spotify had credited you as a co-writer of the song. Shawn smiled fondly, glad that you finally took credit for your song-writing talent. He found himself reading over your past text messages to each other from all those months ago. You were so in love back then. He wanted to reach out, to tell you he loved the song, to say that he was proud of you, to apologize for hurting you.

But he couldn’t. He thought maybe you had moved on, maybe you had found someone better than him. He knew that you deserve the best and he highly doubted that he was the best for you.

Abandoning his hopeless scroll through the text messages, he began to go through his photos. He didn’t think it would make him feel any better, but that bittersweet feeling of reminiscing was all he could get at that moment. Photos of your time together was the closest he could get to you.

He had an album titled “Lover” that he had started while you were still together. While the pictures and videos were all out of order, he still admired it. You found it cheesy but embarrassing as he had some pretty questionable photos of you saved in there. You’d never admit it to him, but you adored it.

The very first picture was the first one of the two of you. It was of you two backstage of the 1989 tour; you were sat in Shawn’s lap and he had his hands over yours as he showed you how to play one of his songs on guitar. Taylor had taken that picture, and she was so proud of her matchmaking work. At that point, you and Shawn had been dating for a little under a month. He loved that photo so much that it was still framed on the wall in his house.

One of his favorite photos was of the two of you dressed as Jack and Rose from The Titanic for Halloween, when Shawn managed to come visit you for the holiday while you were away at college. You had both agreed to do a couple’s costume, and the idea of using The Titanic came from a movie marathon the night before. You watched everything from that to Dirty Dancing to Mamma Mia. Shawn felt himself starting to blush thinking back to that night- you two definitely focused more on each other than the actual movies.

Next, he found a video from your three year anniversary when he surprised you with a candle lit dinner. As if that wasn’t romantic enough, the two of you danced around in the kitchen all night. Shawn had taken a short video of you singing “Let’s Get It On” to him, “C’mon baby, let your love come out, if you believe in love, let’s get it on”. He dropped his video at the end because you pulled him in for a heated kiss, and in that moment he couldn’t care less about his phone.

His favorite picture of the two of you came up next. It was a simple photograph of Shawn kissing outside of your college townhouse. Sitting on the top step of the stoop, you were looking down at Shawn, who was sitting between your legs. He remembered it was definitely an awkward angle for a kiss, as his head was practically upside down, but that was one of the moments in which wanting to kiss you outweighed all other discomforts. Connor had taken that picture of the two of you, and Shawn kept it as his phone lock screen until you broke up.

Following a string of goofy selfies taken between you two, Shawn found a video of you. You had secretly recorded it on his phone before he left for tour, knowing that he’d find it under his special photo album.

“Hey, honey,” You smiled into the camera, “If you’ve found this video, that means you’re going through old pictures of us and you’re missing me. I’m missing you too. I don’t know where you’ll be when you see this, but have a great time on tour. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you, just don’t go getting yourself any groupies,” You teased, “I’m counting down the days until I get to see you again. I love you, Shawn.” You blew a kiss into the camera before the video ended.

He let out a shaky breath and set his phone aside. Sniffling, he went and grabbed his guitar, deciding he should probably take some time to work out his feelings, rather than just wallowing in his self-pity.

No matter what melody he attempted to play, he just came back to the chords of “Lover”. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and began to play the song to himself.

“We could light a bunch of candles,

And dance around the kitchen, baby,

Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall,

We would sit on the stoop,

I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty,

See, I finally got you now, honey, I won’t let you fall,” He paused, realizing the lyrics weren’t the words you had written. Quickly grabbing his notebook, Shawn wrote down the lyrics, wanting to hold onto them in case some opportunity presented itself to use them later on. He continued playing, using your lyrics for inspiration,

“Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth,

The girl in my story has always been you

I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true, for you, lover,”

Shawn added the new lyrics into his journal, his fingers tracing the words. He set aside the guitar and journal, knowing it was probably well past time for him to go to sleep. With an early flight tomorrow morning and the alarm clock informing him that it was now 1 AM, he decided it would be a good idea to get some rest. Lying down in bed, Shawn drifted off to sleep with thoughts of you.

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November 2019

Making his way through the busy airport, Shawn was the happiest he had been in a long while. A large smile grew on his face as he saw you waiting for him by the baggage claim. He ran up to you and engulfed you in a large hug. Holding you tightly, he spun you around as you laughed.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Shawn said, setting you down and keeping his arms around your waist.

“I’ve missed you too.” You barely managed to get your words out before he kissed you passionately. You let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, “Shawn, paparazzi.”

“I think I’m completely justified in kissing my girlfriend.” He stated, letting go of your hips to hold your hand.

“You are, but I’d rather not give the paparazzi exactly what they want.” You teased.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Shawn joked with a wink, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Soon enough, the bags began to surface from the plane, and Shawn grabbed his luggage, ready to leave the airport. You held tightly onto Shawn’s hand as you left the airport, escorted by Shawn’s small security team through the swarm of paparazzi.

Once back in the safety of your townhouse, you and Shawn found yourselves cuddling on your bed as Shawn was exhausted from his day of traveling. With your head resting on his chest, you listened to the sound of his heartbeat; his hands trailed up and down your back soothingly. The serene moment was disrupted by Shawn’s phone ringing.

“Needed already?” You teased as he shuffled slightly underneath you to answer his phone.

“They never let me rest.” Shawn joked, answering the call. You shifted to rest your head on his bicep so it’d be easier for him to speak. “Hello?”

“Hey, Shawn,” Your ears perked up from hearing your sister’s voice on the other line. Shawn looked down at you as you raised your eyebrows questioningly at him.

“Taylor, what’s up?” He asked, trying to inconspicuously turn down the volume. You felt his heartbeat speed up and you knew he was trying to hide something about the phone call from you. You couldn’t make out what your sister told him, but he replied back with a few ‘yeah's' and ‘that’d be incredible’. He hung up the phone and peered over at you, as you watched him expectantly.

“So, what did Taylor want?” You questioned.

“We may or may not have made a collaboration.” Shawn replied.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yep.” He nodded, his fingers finding yours. He was nervous about something, which only made you more curious. You were about to press further, when his stomach let out a large growl.

“Have you not eaten at all today or something?”

“I think I had a bagel mid-flight.” Shawn said. You sat up and pulled him up with you.

“You need to eat, come on.” You stated, now distracted by making sure your boyfriend was fed. As you got him together some leftovers for lunch, he began to play music. You let out a laugh as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” began to play.

“Remember when I surprised you for our three year?” Shawn asked, his hands on your hips as he swayed softly to the music. He began to press light kisses to your neck.

“Remember how you almost burned your hand with a candle?” You teased.

“Hm, I must’ve blocked that out.” He laughed, giving you a kiss on your lips before going back to focusing on your neck.

“Shawn, why are you being so touchy, right now?” You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a giggle as his stubble tickled your sensitive neck.

“I just really love you.” He replied.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You lightly pushed him away as the microwave finished. You handed him his plate of food, telling him to eat. He ate the food so quickly, you would have thought that he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“So, what’s this collaboration with Taylor all about? I hope you know that you’re an awful liar.” You said.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you.” Shawn answered, “But I have a feeling you won’t let this drop.” “You know me so well.” You smiled.

“Come here,” Shawn led you to your living room and you sat on the couch while he grabbed one of your guitars. He went into ‘performance mode’, as you liked to call it. He teased, “I’d like to dedicate this next song to my lover.”

You laughed and clapped along in encouragement. You softly smiled as he began to play the beginning of “Lover”. He sang the first verse, and you grew a little confused; he was simply singing your song. As much as you loved it, it felt like a cover. That was until he got to the second verse. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as he adjusted the lyrics to fit with his own memories of your relationship. By the end of the song, you had tears in your eyes, feeling nothing but love for your boyfriend.

“Did you like it?” Shawn asked, putting down the guitar.

“I love it.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad you like it. I was nervous because you already made the song so perfect. I wanted to write you my own love letter through it. You deserve the best, so that’s all I could hope for.” You cut him off with another kiss, effectively stopping his worried rambling.

“That’s the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. And Shawn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” It was then that Shawn true happiness, in the arms of you, his lover.

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vangoghmusings · 4 years

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starving artist | shota aizawa x reader

A/N: hello!! this is chapter four of “starving artist”!! i upload primarily on wattpad (@/vangoghpoets) but i update here as well!! this chapter is a bit long but i think its good one :)) i hope you enjoy!!

playlist chapter three | chapter two | chapter one | prologue

The day of planning Midnight’s birthday party had finally come. A honk was heard from outside your home, signaling it was time to go. You grabbed your purse and hurried out to see Hizashi and Shota sitting in what was most likely Hizashi’s car (since the license plate was “YEAHHHH”). You hopped into the backseat.

“Hey y/n! You ready to shop until your DROOOP?!” Hizashi turned to look back at you, an excited grin plastered across his face. You laughed and nodded, reciprocating the excitement with a closed eye smile.

“Yes! Today is going to be so fun! Oh! I forgot I made these for you guys!”

You opened your purse and pulled out a brown paper bag, holding two perfectly made blueberry muffins. Hizashi’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Oh, HELL YES!” He grabbed Shota’s shoulder’s shaking him awake from his short-lived nap. “Y/n is the BEST and made us muffins Shota!”

Shota grumbled and rubbed his eyes.

“Gimme one,” He mumbled tiredly.

Hizashi nodded and plopped the muffin in his hand, and then devoured his own shortly after.

“FUCK y/n, these are heavenly!” Hizashi moaned while chewing.

“You sound perverted,” Shota scolded him. Hizashi rolled his eyes.

“Not my fault y/n managed to turn the pleasure of sex into an orgasmic muffin,” Hizashi replied, pinching his fingers together and kissing them. “Muah! Mamma mia these are good muffins!”

You laughed at his reaction, “I’m glad you guys like them. But! We are burning daylight and need to start shopping!”

Hizashi nodded and wiped his hands on his jeans before grabbing the steering wheel.

“TO PARTY CITAYYYYY!”

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The three of you walked through the aisles of Party City, trying to agree on a cohesive theme. Soon enough the cart was filled to the brim with party supplies.

You turned to Aizawa, “Shota, you’ve been awfully quiet, is there anything else you think we should get?”

He blinked, leaving his daydream.

“Hm? Sorry, I’m a bit tired. But I think we have enough things.” He looked down at the cart.

The truth was, Shota was only a bit tired, but that was not why he kept dazing away. His mind had been replaying the events of the previous days in his head. The way you looked so ecstatic when you talked about your art. How even when you were covered in paint you were still beautiful. He’d practically made it a part of his routine to check on you at the end of the workday. He’d find you in the same spot, sitting in the courtyard, sketching the students with focus. He couldn’t comprehend why you wouldn’t leave his head, especially the feeling of when his hands were wrapped around you, covered in paint and hearing your joyous laugh ringing in his ears. Seeing you, listening to you, and just being around you, made his stomach do summersaults.

The three of you walked up to the checkout, the Party City employee looking at the full cart with dismay.

“I’ll cover it,” HIzashi said, pulling out his wallet.

“No! Please let me-”

Hizashi swiped his card before you could finish your sentence. You pouted.

“Fine, but at least let me treat you guys for dinner.”

Both Hizashi and Shota’s eyes brightened at the thought of food.

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You all entered the restaurant quickly, excited to fill your empty stomachs. The host sat the three of you in a booth, Hizashi slid in next to you while Shota sat in front of you. You grabbed the menu eagerly.

“Do you guys what appetizers? I don’t think I can wait too long for my entre without eating.”

“Ooh yes! I’m right here with you y/n!” Hizashi beamed, leaning in closer to you and peaking at your menu. The two of you discussed whether to just do edamame or potstickers. You looked up at Shota who was looking down at his hands in his lap.

“What do you think Shota?”

He snapped his head up, “Oh uh, edamame.”

You stuck your tongue out at Hizashi, “See, Shota has real taste.”

Shota eyed the two of you, a tinge of anger creeping into his chest. Hizashi was seated so close to you, and you looked so happy talking to him. It took a moment for him to realize, but he was jealous.

As the waitress set the bowl of edamame, it hit him. Shota liked you. He had a crush on you. He could barely comprehend his feelings, but he could comprehend the jealousy boiling inside of him when Hizashi chucked the peel of his edamame pod at you, causing you to jokingly slap his chest.

“Hizashi ew! I don’t even want to know where your mouth has been!”

“Looots of places,” He said while wiggling his eyebrows.

Your cheeks puffed up from trying to hold in your laughter, but you just couldn’t hold it back. Your face burned red from laughing, and Shota thought you were blushing.

He was jealous, and it was bad.

Shota grabbed his glass of ice water and chugged it down, shutting his eyes tight in an attempt to calm himself down. Hizashi was his best friend, he couldn’t be mad at him, and besides, you seemed to be enjoying Hizashi’s company.

You grinned widely as the entrees came, your bento box being placed in front of you.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the smell. You looked up to see Shota chugging his water.

“Shota, are you okay?” You reached your hand out to him, gently touching his arm in concern. He set his glass down and looked at you, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

“Just trying to wake myself up, that’s all.”

“Why are you so sleepy today Shota? I hope you’ve been getting good rest,” You said, munching on your food.

“Uh no, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately actually.” He answered, knowing you were the reason keeping him up.

“Maybe I should come over and sing you a lullaby so you can sleep!” Hizashi exclaimed.

“No no,” you said while waving your hand to quiet him down. “If you want Shota, just call me whenever you can’t fall asleep. I struggle falling asleep too, maybe we can help each other!”

Shota smiled softly, which seemed like the first time he had all day. Except when eating the muffin you made him, he was grinning with every bite.

“Why don’t you want me to help you fall asleep?” Hizashi pouted.

“Because you’re loud,” you and Shota said unanimously. You laughed, Shota’s smile remaining.

The group of you continued chatting until you were completely full of your bento boxes and edamame.

While walking out of the restaurant, you gave each boy a hug. “Thank you guys so much!”

Shota looked at you puzzled, “Why are you thanking us, you’re the one who just paid for our dinner.”

You shook your head, “No not that. I mean thank you for being my friends. I was worried I wouldn’t make any at work, but I’m so glad I was wrong.”

You smiled widely, Hizashi swiftly picking you up and spinning you around.

“Of course we’re friends! Plus you’re cool and make amazing muffins!”

You giggled as he set you back down.

“You guys are the best, I mean it.” You reached up on your tiptoes, giving each a kiss of gratitude on their cheeks. The grown men looked at you, faces as red as tomatoes at the subtle kiss.

You shook your head, chuckling at their reactions, making your way back to Hizashi’s car.

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“Bye y/n! See you bright and early for the party set up tomorrow!”

You waved at the boys, walking into your home, dragging the Party City bags behind you.

Hizashi pulled out of your driveway and drove off. He turned to Shota.

“I think I’m going to ask her out.”

“Huh? Who?” Shota looked at him, praying he didn’t mean you.

“Y/n! She seems pretty cool and stuff. Plus, her body is amaaaazing.” Hizashi said with a smirk.

Shota looked down at his lap, the jealousy coming back, hard.

“Yeah okay.”

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faunaflanaganarchive · 4 years

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here we go again | fae

Who: Fauna Flangan and Jae Puckerman @puckerjae What: Bingo Card Mamma Mia Roleplay (Fauna), Use of clothes as bondage (Jae) Where: Jaes place When: Wednesday 09/09/20

Rorys card was ridiculous and that was the point of it, so Fauna didn’t feel at all nervous dressed up in the seventies flairs that glittered with every step that she took. “I know I look mad, but please don’t laugh Sir.” She teased lightly, passing her microphone from one hand to the other.

Jae was still getting used to so many people calling him 'Sir' for this bingo event, but the scene he had in store with Fauna was silly enough to distract him from that feeling. He couldn't help but laugh at her get-up. "You look adorable, tho. I could never laugh at you. I love it." He leaned back on the couch, ready for the performance. "Serenade away..." “Thank you, I’m never one to half do a costume so if I commit to something then imma do it all the way.” She promised, and then started up the music on her phone. Wiggling her butt as she completed a very over the top version of Super Trooper from the movie. Thinking the whole situation was funnier because he didn’t know the film at all. Jae nodded, he did like the commitment. He also didn't know what to expect, so when the music started blaring and she started singing and swaying her hips, it was hard for him to comprehend what the song was even about and even more what the movie was about to have a song like this in the movie. Still he took it for what it was and realized Fauna had an amazing voice. He wanted to dance along but also didn't want to embarrass himself. So he just watched with a huge smile on his face, clapping loudly when it finally came to and end. "Oh - wow. That was great!" Fauna was a little out of breath by the time she was finished, but she always enjoyed putting on a show. “Thank you ever so much Sir, hopefully ive tempted you into watching the movie sometime.” The brunette responded, slotting the little microphone into her belt. "I'm not just saying this, I promise, but I really might have to watch this. I'm thinking and hoping that maybe you could watch it with me? Cause I feel like I'm gonna need a lot of things explained." the performance ending meant that it was time for his turn of the deal and he was suddenly nervous. Maybe they should have lead with his part and relaxed after with the performance. She took a shaky breath and looked over her ensemble. "Okay. Can you take of the jacket and pants?" He asked trying to figure out how he would use those items for bondage. “Of course I’ll watch it with you Sir! half of the fun of Mamma Mia is someone singing along to all the songs and giggling at all the cheesy jokes with you.” The brunette replied, and then nodded. “Sure, honestly these things are so long.” She told him as she wriggled her way out of the pants and trousers. “The legs are pretty long so you could probably tie me to something using them?” She suggested. "We'll have to set that up some time." Jae was looking for more small talk, to put off the rest of the scene, but he knew he would have to do it eventually so he took her suggestion in stride and got to what they were there to do. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks." He looked around the room and pointing to the table. "Maybe we can sit you on top and tie you to the table top here. and tie your hands to your legs, stretch your body a little. What do you think?" Fauna nodded easily. “No worries at all Sir, creative problem solving is fun.” She told him, and then wandered over to the table hopping up on top. “Sounds good to me, I’ve never been tied with my own pants before so this is definitely something new!” Jae was pleasantly surprised by how well this was going with Fauna. Especially when considering how weird some of these bingo slots were. They were having fun with it though and Fauna definitely made it easy for him. He smiled at her comment. "First time for everything, right?" He held his hand out to her to help her get settled on top of the table. "Ready?" He asked, taking the pants in his hands and kneeling down in front of the table. Fauna had no trouble submitting to Jae, he didn’t make her feel small or worried that he was going to take advantage of her. She simply felt like she was helping out a friend which was something she always liked to be able to do. “Indeed Sir, you never know it could become your go to bondage.” She chattered, stretching out her limbs for him to make it easier. “Ready when you are.” She agreed Jae chuckled a bit. He would probably never use articles of clothing again, but she was right, he needed to keep an open mind. Once she gave him the go ahead and stretched herself a bit, he separated both pant legs and scooped the underside of the table with it, then tied them around the thickest part of her thighs, to ensure that it would keep her in place. The fabric was a little too thick for his liking when it came to tying it, but he managed, double knotting it to ensure it would stay put. "How does that feel?" Fauna imagined that it would be pretty hard to work with the denim and almost felt bad that she hadn't worn something that might be a little bit easier to use. She lay as still as she could to try and make it easy for him as he worked, watching as he knotted the fabric. "Feels tight enough Sir, I don't think I could escape." She commented. "Awesome." He pulled on the knot again to make sure because he needed that one to be strong for the next one to work. He offered her his hand again, pulling her up into a sitting position and pulling her arms forward so that her wrists were touching her ankles. "Is that too much? How does that feel?" Fauna smiled at him, taking his hand and balancing in the sitting position that he had placed her in. It was the second time she'd been tied up in the past couple of days, so it really wasn't all that much of an imposition. She could easily touch her wrists to her ankles thanks to cheerleading so she shook her head when he asked if it was too much. "It's fine thank you Sir, cheerleading flexibility comes in handy." It seemed as though Jae had lucked into having Fauna as a partner for this particular scene, she was more than accommodating and seemed like the perfect fit for this type of bondage. She was easily pulled forward and stayed there effortlessly as he got the jacket ready to tie her wrists to her ankles. "That's right, I did see you out there during the game. Awesome." He tucked the jacket beneath her feet then pulled her forward a little bit more, wanting to really get her to stretch out. When the knot was complete, he tugged at that one as well to ensure she was secure. "Awesome, that worked out better than I thought. How are you feeling? Is it stretching you out at least a little bit?" Fauna hadn't done a lot of bondage that was for anything beyond just holding her in place, or for like sex reasons so she actually enjoyed the challenge aspect of being stretched out. "Thank you, I literally had no idea how much I was going to enjoy cheerleading until I started doing it." She leaned further forward for him as he tied her wrists to her ankles. "It definitely feels like a stretch." She confirmed, feeling the familiar pull of exercise in her muscles. "It say it's working pretty well Sir!" "Well you definitely look like you're having a hell of a lot of fun out there while you're cheering." The casual conversation helped Jae stay centered and grounded. When she confirmed it was a stretch, he smiled. It was what helped him, putting a challenge ahead of him so that when that particular task or challenge was met, he could feel accomplished. "Okay cool, awesome. Good." He pulled back a little bit and took out his phone. "I think ten minutes in that position just to make it ache a little then we're done?" He swiped up. "Would if be okay if I snapped a couple of photos of you like this?" "It's a clique but cheering really is a sport to me, like the achievement of getting a stunt right and the thrill of flying.. it's really something." Fauna explained, and nodded along with his assessment of ten minutes. "Ten minutes sounds good Sir, honestly Alexis and Q will be glad of the extra work out it will put me through." The brunette joked, and then nodded. "Snap away, I'm sure I look hella weird." "Are you kidding? It's definitely a sport. The way you guys are being thrown into the air like that? Most people could never." Jae was not just gassing her up. He found some of their routines just as, if not more exciting than the actual game. Especially when it was in terms of adrenaline pumping. She continued to make him smile and make him feel proud of the work he was doing in regards to this scene. "Cool, thanks." He just wanted to commemorate some of the more bazar memories, and this definitely counted as one of them. Once he got a few pics, he showed her. "It kind of looks normal when you ignore the denim and pleather," he commented. “Eh some people have teased me when I called it a sport.” she confessed. “But honestly I’m literally at my pique physical health right now, I’ve never worked so hard.” She allowed herself to focus on stretching the muscles for a moment, not wanting to go into cramp by moving anything wrong. “I doubt that, but send one to me will you when we’re done Sir? . I think I’d like to put it on my wall of photos.” "You don't have to convince me, I totally believe you." He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction to his comment. It did look odd, there was no way around that, but the position itself looked exactly like something he'd seen during his research. He couldn't wait till his body was stretched and pulled as the result of predicament bondage. He had time now when he checked his phone for the time and sent it to her quickly before kneeling down in front of her to better see her face. "We're almost there. Just like another minute or so." He changed positions, sitting down completely and crossed his legs before putting the phone down, ready to untie her when it went off. “Honestly I might have to do this to get my hamstrings stretched before I do my next handstand training.” Fauna mused, her muscles burned but it was definitely more of a work out than it was sexy to her. Even with Sawyer she wasn’t so sure she could see it as a kink. “No worries Sir, I do the splits for half an hour sometimes.” She admitted, waiting for the timer. The talk of encouragement was probably more for himself than for her, but he was grateful she was acknowledging him. It seemed like no more time had passed at all before the timer was going off. He swiped it off then moved to untie the jacket first but before he let it loose completely, he grabbed her hand to keep her from springing back too much on her own. He dropped the jacket then stood, only to help lay her back on her back so he could untie the jeans from her ankles. He massaged the muscles there for a moment then did the same to her wrists. "How you feeling?" When the timer went off, Fauna moved her neck around a little and then gratefully moved her wrists back as she was untied. “Thank you Sir.” She acknowledged as he untied the jeans and helped her to loosen her muscles a little. “Like I just did a handstand for ten minutes.” She laughed. “But fine.” Jae laughed along with her, finally relaxed because the scene was finally over. He held his hand out to her and helped her up off the table and held his hand up for a high five. "That was weird, but also awesome. Thanks for helping me out, Fauna. You can go back to just calling me Jae now," he offered with a smile. She jumped down from the table happily, giving him a big high five and then doing a quick stretch of her back. “No problem at all Jae, it was a total pleasure. Getting to perform Mamma Mia is always a dream come true.” JaeToday at 20:52 He went back to his usual self, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. "Next week I'll text you then? About watching Mamma Mia?" “Please do, because I’m absolutely holding you to that.” She warned him before giving him a smile and then a wave before slipping off.

#gleedsmbingo2020 #(( a meeting with jae ))

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klaineanummel · 6 years

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eighteen going on extinct 9/20

Kurt Fabray just wants to relax after a tough week at school, but that is shown to be impossible when he realizes that his absent father has once again blown into town. Not wanting to spend more time around him than necessary, Kurt goes to his old babysitters house, the one place he feels safe when his father is in town. While there, he stumbles upon a secret he knows he was never meant to find out - one that could change the entire course of his life.

An AU very loosely based on Mamma Mia.

Hey everyone!! Sorry I haven't updated in like, a week lol real life is a bit crazy for me right now. I'm hoping to update twice more this week, since I think I only updated once last week!!

WARNING for this chapter: discussion of drug addiction and the shitty behaviour that can come from it (behaviour that, in this chapter, is directed at a child).

A small note as well: please remember that this story is being told from Kurt's POV, and Kurt does not have all the information (or really, any information) regarding certain things.

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Somehow, Kurt manages to avoid Puck almost completely since his return home. He does see him briefly on Friday when he gets home from the shift he had after school, but he hurries into the bathroom for a shower before the man can say anything. By the time he’s done showering (having taken at least fifteen minutes longer than he usually does), Puck is either back in Quinn’s room, or has gone out. Kurt doesn’t really care which.

He knows his mom talked to him about coming home drunk, and she said he told her it wouldn’t happen again, that it was a one-time thing, yada-yada, but Kurt isn’t sure he believes him. He can tell by the way his mom tells it that she doesn’t really believe him either.

On Saturday, he just barely manages to avoid Puck as he leaves the house, quickly hurrying out the front door just as he sees his mom’s door opening. He knows he won’t be able to keep this up forever, but he’s glad to do it for as long as possible. The less he has to see of the man, the better.

He texts Blaine all through his bus ride to work, complaining about having to work at all. Blaine tries to sympathize, but he doesn’t get very far when Kurt reminds him that he gets to sit at a chair by a computer all day. Kurt will be on his feet making sandwiches for angry Lima Losers for six hours.

It’s busy, which means everyone around him is a human shaped ball of stress for his entire shift, but it also makes things go by decently quickly.

Blaine walks into the restaurant about two minutes before Kurt’s shift ends. Kurt grins seeing him, then glances back to check that the manager on duty, Tara, is busy with the drive-thru. There’s no line for the first time all day, so he heads up to the cash register and waves Blaine up.

“Don’t you have to go wipe tables or something?” he bites at the cashier, an obnoxious junior from McKinley. She rolls her eyes but goes to do it, grumbling under her breath about him the whole way.

“Quick, what do you want?” Kurt asks, glancing to check his manager is still busy.

Blaine raises an eyebrow in suspicion but gives him his order. Kurt punches it all in, asking, “No mayo, right?” when he gets to the burger.

“What? No, you can keep the mayo on.”

“But last time you were here you brought your burger back because it had mayo. You said it ‘wasn’t for you’.”

“Yeah,” Blaine chuckles. “I meant that literally. The burger wasn’t for me. It was Burt’s.” He shrugs. “He’s had some heart issues, so I try and keep him healthy.”

“What a great foster son you are,” Kurt says, smirking as he punches his own order in alongside Blaine’s. He goes to check out, and hits the Manager Meal button, quickly punching in the general manager’s code.

The receipt prints out, and Kurt slaps it on the tray next to cash register. “I’ll just go make this,” he says, hurrying back to his station. He throws their sandwiches together quickly, then shoves them into a bag along with two large fries.

“Here,” he hands the bag and two medium cups to Blaine. “Coke for me, okay? No ice.”

“Um, Kurt,” Blaine says, stopping him from running to the back. “I didn’t pay.”

Kurt just wiggles his eyebrows, before heading to the back.

“I’m leaving,” he tells his manager as he passes, not bothering to stick around and hear her response. He hurries to the change room, pulling on his clean clothes after he discards his disgusting uniform into a plastic bag. He then shoves his uniform into his backpack and pulls his shoes on, kicking his work shoes into a corner of the change room before he leaves.

He clocks out when he reaches the front cash, plugging his code in quickly and leaving before his hour slip even finishes printing.

Blaine is sitting at a table by the drink fountain. He holds the bag of food up as Kurt approaches. “Did we steal this?”

“No, I punched it in,” Kurt says. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Kurt-”

“Blaine, the guy that owns this place makes like, twenty grand a day, minimum. I make minimum wage.” Blaine still looks uncertain, so Kurt rolls his eyes. “I do this all the time, oh my god. It’s why Ashley gave me her code, because she knows it’s insane that we get paid peanuts and are still expected to pay for our own food here.”

“I don’t know if you doing it all the time makes it better or worse.”

“Better, obviously,” Kurt says. “Now can we go? I’m tired of being in this dump.”

“Fine,” Blaine says. “But just know that I feel dirty about this.”

“I can live with that,” Kurt replies, pushing the exit open and holding an arm out for Blaine to go first. Blaine rolls his eyes, though Kurt can see the fondness behind it, and walks out.

It’s chilly, as Kurt predicted, and so they get on the bus and head back to Blaine’s house. They munch on their food as they go, sharing Kurt’s earphones and watching Lima go by. Not that there’s much to watch.

They get off downtown and switch to the bus to Lima Heights, thankfully only having to wait a few minutes before it arrives.

When they sit down, Kurt turns to Blaine and says, “Sorry you had to come out all this way just to turn around and come back.”

Blaine shrugs and shoves the last of his fries into his mouth. “I wanted Wendy’s, and I knew this was a possibility. I don’t mind.”

“You’re something else,” Kurt says, smirking at Blaine’s chipmunk cheeks.

“What’s that mean?” Blaine slurs around the fries in his mouth.

“It means exactly what I said,” Kurt says. Blaine glares at him and begins chewing with purpose, which just makes Kurt’s smirk turn to chuckles.

They get off at the bus stop right in front of Burt’s garage. Kurt looks over at it, wondering if Burt is there, or if he’s where they’re headed.

“Burt’s working,” Blaine answers for him. “It’s why I’m doing this at all. He’d kill me if he knew I was having junk food again so soon, especially since I’ve been on him about eating healthier.”

“Won’t he know when he sees the bag in the garbage?”

Blaine smirks as they begin to walk, turning down a tiny side-street away from the garage. “I’m sneaky.”

“You? Yeah, right.”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, smiling, clearly amused. “Yeah, right, me, the foster kid who rarely had possessions of his own and had to keep the ones he did have safe from foster parents or siblings, or other kids in group homes, who might take them from him. How would I ever learn to be sneaky?”

“Okay, point taken,” Kurt says with a smile. His smile turns to a concerned frown quickly, though, and he asks, “Did foster parents really take your stuff?”

Blaine shrugs. “Some of them. A lot always seemed to think the checks they would get would be for way more, so they would throw all my tattered toys out because they said they’d get me new ones. Then the first check would come, and they realized it was basically just enough to keep me alive, so the toys wouldn’t get replaced. It didn’t take me long to learn how to keep the things I treasure hidden.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Blaine shakes his head. “Anyway, enough about that. This is me,” he leads them up a small pathway to a small, but detached, house.

He unlocks the door and hurries inside, Kurt following him quickly.

“I’m going to get rid of this,” Blaine says, holding the empty take-out bag out and heading further into the house.

The entrance hallway leads straight into the living room, and Kurt peaks in. He knows he shouldn’t snoop too much, but he also doesn’t want to waste the opportunity. He’s in the mysterious Burt Hummel’s house, after all. Nobody else will tell him anything about the man, and Kurt still has about a billion questions.

The living room is sparsely decorated. It’s basically just a large room with a TV, a coffee table, and a couch. There are a few cans of beer on the coffee table, and a cozy-looking blanket draped over the edge of the couch. Kurt doesn’t really care about that, though. He turns his eyes to the walls; there’s only a couple of pictures hanging there, but he’s hoping they’ll give him a tiny bit of insight into the man’s life.

Most of the images look older, almost all of them featuring a much younger Burt Hummel with far more hair. The only recent picture is a gorgeous 8x10 of Burt and Blaine, probably taken down at the Walmart photocenter. They’re both grinning like loons, and Burt has his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. They look like father and son.

“That was my first week here,” Blaine says, suddenly behind Kurt. Kurt startles a little, and Blaine whispers a quiet, “Sorry,” and places a hand on the small of Kurt’s back, as if that will make the apology sincerer. His hand falls away quickly, and Kurt instantly misses its warmth.

“I would never have guessed,” Kurt says, still staring up at the picture. “You look like a family.”

“I already felt like we were one,” Blaine says. “Burt’s the only foster parent I’ve had whose gone so out of his way to make me feel at home and welcome so fast. The picture was his idea, actually. He said his one regret from not having kids is not getting to take those cheesy family portraits,” Kurt glances over at him and sees him smiling wide. “So, of course, we had to go out and get the cheesiest family portrait possible.”

“I think it’s nice,” Kurt says, still looking at Blaine.

“Me, too,” Blaine replies. “You know, he’s the first of my foster parents to go out of their way to get a picture with me?” He shakes his head, eyes on the image. “And he did it just a week in. He’s… he’s something else.”

“I can tell,” Kurt says, feeling a strange tug in his heart, one he doesn’t quite understand.

He looks past the picture on the wall, onto the next one, a little higher on the wall, and quite a bit to the left. He frowns, stepping in front of Blaine to walk toward it. “Burt’s married?”

It’s definitely a wedding photo, and the man is definitely Burt, though he looks a lot younger than he currently does. Kurt would say it has to be from at least fifteen years ago, not just from the quality, but from the style of dress. It’s the same type of dress his mom always said she’d wanted if she’d gotten married.

“He was,” Blaine says, following Kurt to the picture. “A long time ago.”

“What happened?” Kurt asks, though he’s pretty sure he already knows. Not a lot of divorced people keep framed pictures of their weddings hanging up on their living room walls.

“She passed away,” Blaine replies, confirming Kurt’s suspicions. “Pretty soon after they married, as far as I know.”

Kurt looks back to him, tilting his head a little. “He hasn’t told you the story?”

“Not in full,” Blaine says. “Just that he had a wife, he loved her a lot, but she passed away about fifteen years ago.”

“That’s so sad,” Kurt says, then instantly feels stupid. “God, of course it is. Who says that?”

“No, I agree,” Blaine says, his eyes on the image. “It is sad.”

“And he never remarried?”

“Not as far as I know,” Blaine replies with a shrug. “I’m sure he’s dated, and stuff, but I don’t think it ever got serious.”

“He must be so lonely,” Kurt can’t help but think aloud.

“I think he is,” Blaine says. “I think… Well, I’m pretty sure it’s why he signed up for the foster care program. I’m sure after fifteen years it’s nice to have somebody around the house, even if it’s an annoying teenage boy.”

“You? Annoying?” Kurt turns to him with a smirk. “Yeah, right.”

“He’s always telling me how sassy I am.”

“Oh, okay, sassy, yes. Annoying, not so much.”

Blaine grins. “Sweet talker.”

Kurt winks, before turning back to the picture. “You know it,” he says, though the flirtatious tone drops halfway through the sentence.

“We should probably go to my room,” Blaine says after a few moments of silence. “You know, to avoid distractions.”

“Yeah,” Kurt agrees, eyes still on the picture. “Probably.”

“Come on,” Blaine nods toward the stairs. “My room is in the basement.”

Kurt takes a couple more seconds to stare at the image. This is the man who his mom cheated on Puck with. This man, smiling at another woman like she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Was he already with her when he was seeing Quinn? Is that why it’s a big secret? Because he was having an affair on a woman who ended up dead?

“Kurt?” Blaine puts his hand on Kurt’s wrist gently. “Come on, let’s go. You owe me a story.”

He stares at the image for a split second more, thinking to himself of the story his mother owes him.

“Right,” he says. “Sorry. I’m coming.”

Blaine’s room is dark and cozy. The basement is small and has been decorated to look entirely like a bedroom. The only lighting seems to come from a couple of lamps scattered around the room, giving it an intimate vibe that makes Kurt’s heart race. He can’t help but glance over at the double bed tucked into a corner of the room, instantly imaging himself pushing Blaine onto it.

He really needs to get over this silly crush.

Blaine leads him to a loveseat set up by a sparsely populated bookshelf. Kurt wonders if the books on there are ones that Blaine managed to salvage from his past homes, or ones that Burt purchased for him when he arrived.

“Sit,” Blaine says, falling onto the couch easily. Kurt follows suit, tucking one leg under the other, and angling himself so that he’s mostly facing Blaine. “Okay, now talk. I want to know if any of my theories are correct.”

Kurt raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “You have theories on my life?”

“Yeah, a few. Mostly immaculate conception type stuff.”

Kurt can’t help it. He lets out a loud snort. “Yeah, right. Trust me, I was the exact opposite of an immaculate conception.”

“Oh, really?” Blaine shuffles closer to him. “Curiosity piqued. Tell me more.”

“Okay, I guess we’re starting there,” Kurt takes a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase this. “So, I don’t… really know who my dad is?”

“Curiosity further piqued.”

Kurt smiles at Blaine’s antics. He’s so glad that Blaine isn’t being too serious about this. He doesn’t think he’d be able to take it if Blaine was acting like this was life or death.

He launches into the story of his tumultuous relationship with Puck, his frustrations over his mom’s relationship with the man, and the recent discovery that Finn might be his father. He considers mentioning the revelation that his mother used to be in some sort of secret relationship with Burt, but Kurt figures it isn’t relevant to the story (and besides, he doesn’t really know anything about it), so he leaves it out.

“So, yeah. That’s why Finn and Rachel came to get me on Monday,” he finishes with. “Because they wanted to be there when I asked Puck for the DNA sample for the paternity test. He got really mad, but at least it made my mom go along with it, so I guess it was for the better. Who knows what he would have done if I had just sauntered up and asked him.”

Blaine lets out a low whistle as Kurt concludes his story. “Wow,” he says, nodding slowly. “I see what you meant when you said things were a mess.”

“Yeah,” Kurt says, shaking his head.

“When do you find out the results?”

“Ten to fourteen days,” Kurt says, remembering the website. “Finn and Rachel sent it in Monday in the evening, and it was day-of delivery, so they probably got it sometime Tuesday in the afternoon. So, hopefully by the Tuesday after next I’ll have my answers.”

“Wow,” Blaine says, falling back against the couch. He’s quiet for a moment, then carefully asks, “What’ll you do if it turns out Puck actually is your dad?”

Kurt swallows thickly, then forces a nonchalant shrug. “Deal with it, I guess.”

“Jeez,” Blaine shakes his head. “Yeah, I never came close to that with any of my theories.”

“Doesn’t surprise me if they mostly involved immaculate conception.”

“One involved vampirism.”

Kurt laughs, pushing Blaine’s arm lightly. “You’re a dork.”

“I’ve been told.”

The fall into a comfortable silence. Actually, Kurt is surprised by how comfortable the silence is. He thought telling Blaine about his family issues might make things weird. Like, too much, too fast. Instead, it just feels right. Like Blaine was always supposed to know this.

Blaine is the one who breaks the silence, with a quiet, “Knowing who your dad is is kind of overrated anyway.”

Kurt frowns. “You know your dad?”

Blaine nods. “And my mom, but you already knew that.”

“Oh,” Kurt says. “I, uh. I just assumed he was… you know.”

“Dead?” Blaine asks, shaking his head. “Nope. I got taken away from them when I was five. Well, from my mom. My dad left us when I was only two.”

“Shit,” Kurt says. “How… how do you know him, then?”

“He came and found me,” Blaine says. “When I was twelve. Told me he wanted us to be a family. That leaving my mom was a stupid mistake.” He shakes his head. “Really he just wanted money for drugs.”

“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt says, reaching out to rest a hand on Blaine’s forearm. “You went through that at twelve?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t fall for it,” he says, rolling his eyes. “My mom tried it when I was eleven.”

Kurt’s free hand balls into a fist, and he tightens the hand on Blaine’s arm. “Fuck,” he whispers. He wants to say so much more, wants to scream and shout his anger that anybody would have to go through that, let alone Blaine, and let alone at such a tender age. He presses his lips together, though, and whispers, “Fuck, Blaine I’m so sorry.”

Blaine shrugs, as though it doesn’t matter. “Comes with being the child of meth addicts,” Blaine says. “She was pretty desperate at the time. So was my dad,” he looks down at his hands. “Honestly, no matter how crappy my life in the system has been, I don’t even want to think about what it might have been if I hadn’t been taken from them.”

“Did your dad ever try and… I don’t know, get custody? Appeal to the courts? If your mom was the one you were taken from.”

Blaine snorts. “He’s not smart enough to do that,” he says. “Plus, I’m pretty sure he has another kid with another woman who also got shoved into the system, so he probably would have been red-flagged even if he did.”

“You’re ‘pretty sure’?” Kurt asks, eyes wide. “You’re just ‘pretty sure’ that you have a sibling somewhere out there in the world?”

“Oh, I’m just pretty sure that I have a sibling from his side. I know I’ve got at least four from my mom,” he seems to count them off in his head, then nods. “Yeah, four.”

“Wow,” Kurt whispers. “Do you… know any of them?”

Blaine shrugs, face barely giving anything away. “I know Cooper. He’s about twelve years older than me, and he used to live with us before I got taken away. He used to write me, but I haven’t heard from him in a long time.”

“Is he the only one you know?”

Blaine nods. Then tilts his head and squints one eye. “Well, I know she had a daughter when she was like, fourteen, but she put her up for adoption. And she had another kid between the daughter and Cooper, I think a boy. Then another girl between Cooper and me.” He shrugs once again, face still fairly emotionless. “But really, who knows. She could have had more between me and Cooper, or more after I was taken away.”

“Shit,” Kurt says quietly. “Aren’t you curious about them? Don’t you want to know, I don’t know, where they are? What they’re doing?”

“Not really,” Blaine says. “If they’re anything like my parents, then I want nothing to do with them.”

“What if they aren’t?”

“That’s not a risk I want to take,” Blaine says. “Look, Kurt, I get where you’re coming from. Your figuring out all this paternity stuff, finding your dad. Honestly, I think it’s great, and I really hope that your dad is Finn, because that Puck guy sounds like a real piece of work. But that stuff just doesn’t matter to me.”

“But, Blaine-”

“I’m serious, Kurt. I genuinely do not care.” His tone isn’t biting or harsh, but it is final. Kurt presses his lips together, trying to wrap his mind around not caring about who your family is.

He can’t, of course, and he isn’t sure he ever will be able to, but he still says, “Okay. I’m sorry if I seemed pushy. It’s just… hard for me to wrap my head around that, but whether I can wrap my head around it doesn’t matter.

“Thank you,” Blaine replies. They fall back into the silence, though this one is a little less comfortable than the one before.

Still, Kurt feels a sense of comradery with Blaine. Even though their pasts are nothing alike, they’re still messy, and Kurt likes that.

“I’m glad you told me,” Blaine eventually says. “About your family. About your dad.”

“Me, too,” Kurt says, voice quiet. “I’m glad I told you, and I’m glad you told me. About your family.”

They fall back into the silence, though it isn’t long before Blaine says, “Hey, Kurt?”

He turns his head so he’s looking directly at Blaine, and sees Blaine smiling at him. “Yeah?” he asks, heart already beating faster.

“I’m really happy that you didn’t take the hint when I ignored you.”

He holds a hand out to Kurt, who reaches over instantly and takes it, intertwining their fingers together seamlessly.

“Me, too, Blaine,” he whispers, smiling softly at the boy. “Me, too.”

Chapter Ten

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Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Chapter Two - pureCAMP

A/N - so this was supposed to appear much earlier but disappeared from the queue but shes back!! a late happy birthday to the lovely lovely lyd at citrusflowers / pianowired <3

this will be submitted every saturday fyi, watch this space and please enjoy!

Mamma Mia - Chiquita - Dancing Queen - Super Trouper

Sharon groaned and cursed as she arched her back, trying to find the last dregs of life and energy in her body so that she could continue working. Every single day was nothing but work, but what with Trixie’s wedding approaching, she was busier than ever. Just that morning, she’d had to tell Karl at the bar that they really couldn’t afford to be giving out gratuitous drinks to every pretty girl that passed by, then she’d remade all the beds in the hotel, swept and cleaned all of the bathrooms, hung up the laundry to dry, and fixed a quick breakfast for Trixie all before ten, when Jinkx and Raja were due to arrive.

Although she was proud of her daughter for falling in love with a good, trustworthy man, she would be glad to rest when the whole wedding business was over - even though everyone and their brother on the island knew that really, she wouldn’t be resting at all.

Twenty years, and Sharon hadn’t rested a day.

“Yoohoo! Miss Workaholic! Get in here already, Jinkx and I have already opened the white wine!” Raja’s face appeared through the blue window shutters in the building Sharon stood in front of. At the sight of her, Sharon grinned.

“Without me? God, you two are as rotted as ever. Slow down!”

There were plenty of hours in the day, right? Sharon could afford to spend a couple of them drinking with old friends. She deserved it, after all. It was a special occasion. After giving her specific orders to the lads who were just hanging over the bar - and a death stare to ensure said orders were completed - she made her way up the stairs and into the room her friends had booked.

“There she is!” Jinkx cheered, wobbling her glass precariously. “You old fart, you.”

Sharon snatched the wine from the table, trying to ignore how the table wobbled - the legs needed sanding, no doubt - and drank straight from the bottle. “Relief!”

“You’re working far too hard,” Raja shook her head disapprovingly. “You need a break.”

Sharon shrugged. “This is a break!” She defended herself, gesturing to the bottle and flopping onto the bed where her two friends were sat.

Jinkx blew a loud raspberry. “As if! This isn’t a break, this is a normal day! Come on, Raj, you know she doesn’t rest these days.”

“Thank you.” Sharon clinked her bottle against Jinkx’s glass, the pair bursting into giggles when Raja rolled her eyes.

“I mean it, bitch. Go out, have fun! Get laid!”

At that, Sharon doubled over, spilling wine on both Jinkx and herself. “Oh, please! I am not that girl anymore. Jinkxy and I have the right idea, men are too much work. I’m glad I ended that whole slutty phase of my life.”

Although it wasn’t like I had a choice, Sharon wanted to tack onto the end. It was unnecessary; Raja and Jinkx already knew. They were her best friends, her ride-or-die girls, the ones who stuck by her and listened to her lamenting and crying. It didn’t matter then or now what they said, Sharon had always blamed herself. She’d slept around and she’d paid the price, and it wasn’t all bad. Trixie was a blessing, she reminded herself.

“Every lady still needs a bit of va-va-voom, darling.” Raja insisted. “I’ll find you a man myself if I have to. Now, Miss Mother-of-the-Bride, it’s time for you to loosen up and DRINK!”

Teaming up, Jinkx pushed Sharon down and restrained her whilst Raja took control of the wine bottle. After a few seconds, they released her, all three howling with laughter.

“Oh, god…” Sharon laughed, before shooting bolt upright. “Why did I even come in here? I’m so busy! There’s so much I need to do, the wedding is tomor-”

Jinkx held a finger against her lips. “You have all day!”

“No, I don’t!” Sharon rose to her feet, regret bubbling in her chest. “Girl time later - that’s a promise. After all, we have a hen party to go to! Just let me finish up…”

She was gone before they could pull her back, sweeping the steps on her way down. It was amazing to see her girls again, but she was overly conscious that the hotel needed cleaning at least every other day, what with it being so out in the open. If she didn’t finish cleaning today, it would be filthy by tomorrow and by then it would be too late, as she’d have to be preparing the wedding and decorations and getting Trixie ready and ensuring everything was perfect-

Breathe, she told herself. It was just a little extra work, nothing she couldn’t handle.

A few of the roofs needed repairing, she knew that. That was a good place to start.

As she made her way around, Sharon couldn’t help feeling proud. Around her, the air smelt fresh and aromatic, like honeysuckle and sea salt and baked bread. The walls were white - clean white. The courtyard was swept and clear, decorated with plants and tables, and the view was just breathtaking.

Yes, she had a crippling mortgage and almost no money, but sometimes, rarely, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d managed a hotel and raised a beautiful daughter alone. A wedding was something she could easily tackle. She’d done it all without any help.

“Karl, Michael, Danny, will you boys help me with the roof repairs? Take a block each, I’ll do the shed and back block.” Sharon rolled her eyes when they groaned. “You’re young, don’t complain. Hop to it!”

It felt good to be working. It always had. Taking her mind off of the list of stresses she had, to focus on getting rid of one of the stresses, had always helped. Slowly burning her way through the list of deeds that needed to be done was the only thing that would settle her mind. It had been this way for twenty years, since the resort had been built, and it wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

“Fucking hell.” Sharon murmured, climbing to her feet on top of the flat roof at the back of the hotel. Parts of the wooden planks were weathered - nothing she couldn’t cover with some handy trash bags and tape, but the edges of the hatch leading into the room below definitely needed some strong sealant. She silently prayed that none of the wooden planks were weakened. This was going to do her back in for sure, but falling through would be even worse.

She got to work quickly. With any luck, the repairs wouldn’t take long, and then all she’d have to do was take down the laundry, fold it, tell the kitchens what they needed to be preparing for tomorrow’s wedding dinner, and then palm off the rest of the small tasks to some of the young men. Hopefully, she’d have time to relax and have fun at the hen party.

Leaning over, she opened the hatch slightly and began to press down the sealant, stopping when she heard voices.

Now, Sharon knew she wasn’t crazy. They weren’t in her head. There were, however, several things she knew.

One: Nobody was booked into the room at the back of the hotel. Not a soul.

Two: One of those voices sounded familiar…

Three: No, two of them did…

Four: No… all three…

When it happened, it was like a cruel trick of fate. The shock of hearing those voices again hardly had time to register before the planks just nearby the hatch crumbled, sending Sharon falling backwards through the roof and into the room below. She let out a yelp and braced herself for a horrific landing, swearing loudly as she did so.

“My god.” Willam.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Jaremi.

“Sharon Needles, as I live and breathe.” Justin.

This had to be a nightmare.

The first face she laid eyes on was Willam’s. He was virtually unchanged - Sharon suspected surgery - his blonde hair still falling into his eyes the way it used to. Just like before, his voice was musical. He grinned as though something he’d seen was utterly hilarious.

Then she noticed Jaremi. His skin was still tanned from adventures abroad. His eyes were still warm and brown, crinkled a little with age. He was less petite than he had been all those summers ago, like he’d decided to grow and become a man in that time. Perhaps he had.

Justin was the one she didn’t want to look at, but did anyway. In comparison to Sharon, he’d aged like a fine wine. He was smiling, but gently - not obnoxiously like Willam. His hair was still dark, but Sharon could see the salt-and-pepper greys amongst the curls. His stupidly sparkling angel eyes were as beautiful as she remembered. He was as handsome as ever.

“That was quite the entrance.” Justin smiled.

With a jolt, Sharon realized the unfortunate position in which she’d fallen - flat on her back, her legs spread. Cheeks flaming, she scrambled to her feet, glaring angrily between all three faces.

“I’m gonna need to know what the fuck you’re all doing here, how you know each other, and who said you could stay in this room. Now.” She growled.

Willam blanched. “We don’t know each other. We just, uh…”

“Happened to be on the same boat.” Jaremi cut in. “For different reasons. I’m… Well, you know me. Travel writing. I’m writing about little lost Greek islands.”

Sharon crossed her arms. “And you?”

“Me…” Willam nodded. “Came here on holiday. Just a fun little vacation.”

“Alone, huh.” Sharon scoffed. “What say you, Justin?”

Justin’s gaze softened. “Revisiting the past.”

“You won’t find anything of the past here.” Sharon retorted. “You three need to leave, right now. You can’t stay here. I’m far too busy, the hotel is booked - a local girl is getting married and I need this space for her friends and family. Off you go, clear off.”

In all honesty, Sharon was panicking internally, though she refused to show it. What kind of devilishly bad luck was this? Three faces she’d spent twenty years forgetting about, not sparing a kind thought in their direction for two decades, turning up out of the blue? This wasn’t what she needed. Not at all.

“Hell, I’ll pay for a trip back to the mainland for you all. You don’t need to be here.”

Justin held up his hand to stop her distress, which Sharon didn’t take kindly to. “Now, listen here-”

“Sharon.” He spoke calmly. “It’s okay. We checked with one of your staff, this room is free. We’re happy to share if it takes some of the worry off you. Don’t stress about us.”

Sharon’s chest heaved up and down. “Don’t stress…” She murmured, in a low, angry tone. “You have a lot of nerve turning up here. A lot of fucking nerve.”

—

It took all of three seconds for Raja and Jinkx to figure out that Sharon was angry, and a bit distressed. The door slammed open, shocking them both half to death. Without hesitation, Sharon picked up the wine bottle from where she’d left it, downed it for a concerning amount of time, and then smashed it against the floor.

She wanted to scream. Anger, regret and repressed sadness broke out of her at once, wrestling in the pit of her stomach and constricting her chest. Conflicted emotions raged back and forth in her head, creating a warzone that she was stuck in the middle of. Not a word - not one single word - out of either of them for twenty years, and then they turn up out of nowhere? Sharon was going to kill them. She held back the urge to yell and tear her hair out, instead crumpling to the floor next to the smashed glass.

“Sharon!”

At once, the two girls surged forwards, concern and pity evident in their eyes. With some difficulty, they went to their knees, Jinkx cradling Sharon’s head to her chest as Raja rubbed her back.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured. Sharon sniffed and buried her face, hiding herself.

Raja sighed. “Come on, it’s okay. I hate to see you like this.”

“‘M fine.”

“There’s no way you can deny it.” Jinkx said softly. “We can see you’re upset. You can cry on my shoulder, it’s okay.”

A surge of bitterness swelled up inside Sharon. It wasn’t fair that the only people she could rely on, for her entire life, were her friends. Twenty years ago, she’d sobbed into her friend’s pillows over the one that got away, over the mother disowning her, over the baby growing in her tummy. It was Raja and Jinkx alone that held her up when life brought her down. Once again, the men she vowed to forget were pulling her down, and her friends were trying to lift her back up.

“Trixie’s fucking dad is here. I swear, I could kill-” She blurted, her voice thick with tears.

Raja’s eyes widened dramatically. “You mean Justin? What is he doing here on the island?! He doesn’t even know about Trix!”

Sharon nodded, then shook her head immediately after. “Do- Do you remember Jaremi, the traveller?”

Both women nodded.

“I was with him, too. And… And Willam, the musician.”

Jinkx frowned. “Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of! I’d be impressed, you bagged three lookers! But what’s the issue?”

“It’s not only Justin!” Sharon cried out. “Fuck. Justin, Jaremi, Willam, they’re all here! All of - All of Trixie’s dads!”

She felt so stupid. Sure, she’d been young! But Jinkx and Raja were young too, and they all had wild summers - but only Sharon was foolish, only Sharon was the dumb slut, only Sharon was the reckless whore who went and got herself pregnant without even knowing the father of her baby.

“Th-They’re all here, and I don’t know why, but they won’t leave and they’re going to ruin Trixie’s wedding, I just know it!”

She began to rake her hands violently through her hair, stopping only when Raja pulled them away. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. We’re your best friends, you can rely on us.”

“Besides,” Jinkx added, kissing Sharon’s temple and dabbing at her tears. “Tonight is the hen party. No men allowed! Just all of us girls, no stupid men to think about. You get to dance and drink and have a good time, sans les hommes. Sound good?”

Through her tears, Sharon attempted a smile. “It’s not like I can get too drunk, I have a w-wedding to organise.”

“Pish and posh.” Jinkx told her. “You can get absolutely plastered if you so desire. Trixie will want you to relax!”

Raja nodded enthusiastically. “Besides, there’s no way the three of us will be stupid enough to squeeze into our old costumes if we’re not blind drunk.”

Sharon laughed. “I already h-had them adjusted. Lord knows we’re not eighteen anymore.”

“Size eighteen, maybe!” Jinkx joked.

“Speak for yourself!” Raja cut in.

“See?” Jinkx continued. “It’s gonna be okay. It’ll be a good night. Besides, if you’re worried about your man problem, they’re never gonna find out. There’s no way they’ll know Trixie is yours and… well, theirs.”

Raja pulled a face. “Well, Trixie does look just like you. But that being said, men are idiots. They’ll probably only realize when they’re back on the boat away from this island, never to be your problem again.”

“I love you two.” Sharon stated, leaning into her best friends’ embrace. “Still, I suppose this is partly my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t have been such a careless little slut-”

Both Raja and Jinkx rolled their eyes, scarily in sync.

“Oh please! Who are you, your mother? None of the Catholic guilt, now. As of tonight, we’re The Supermodels. We’re stars.” Raja declared.

Against her better judgement, Sharon was starting to feel a little better. “Do you really need reminding of why The Supermodels had to end?”

Despite her tone, the memory didn’t bother her all that much. At the time, it had been devastating. Skin-tight costumes, that closer resembled an actual layer of skin on their bodies than fabric, were a great idea when they were young and perky, as Jinkx would say. They were less of a great idea when an inconspicuous bump was thrown into the mix.

“End? Please. It was a temporary hiatus!” Jinkx harrumphed. “There was a slight setback of nine months, a steady break of twenty years, and now we’re back.”

All three burst into laughter. Even though the situation still played on the back of Sharon’s mind, her heart felt lighter. As long as her old flames didn’t bother her, she’d be able to focus on the wedding and just have a good time. She could enjoy the one good thing that had come out of that summer, watch her beautiful girl get married, and then send her three problems back to the mainland. It would all be okay.

“I really hope Trixie doesn’t run into those three until after the wedding, at least.” Sharon said suddenly, speaking her thoughts the moment they entered her head. “She looks so much like me. They’ll know she’s my daughter, we can’t pretend otherwise.”

Raja shook her head, pulling Sharon to her feet and nudging Jinkx to get up too. “None of that talk, please! We have a show to prepare for!”

She strutted over towards the old wardrobe in the corner of the room, swaying her hips as she went. Within seconds, she’d located the costumes and pulled them out, brandishing the sequined lycra proudly.

“We’re going back in time, baby.”

—

When Sharon emerged in front of the mirror a few hours later, perfectly timed with Jinkx and Raja, she felt the alcohol in her bloodstream send her into a fit of laughter.

“Am I drunk or do we look great?” She giggled, almost stumbling into Jinkx. The shorter girl tried and failed to steady her.

“Yes.” Raja replied shortly. “I know you got these adjusted, but tell me I’m not the only one who felt a real sense of achievement in being able to get this thing on.”

The three of them creased with laughter again, nodding.

Gaping sleeves, flared and ruffled legs, bright colours with sequins and diamantes… It was as if they’d stepped back into the 70s. Sharon felt incredibly lucky that Trixie enjoyed older fashion and music, or else her daughter would be incredibly embarrassed when she saw her. Still, she thought to herself, it wasn’t just the alcohol. She looked and felt a little bit like a kid again.

“One hell of a show, don’t you think?” Sharon’s voice was breathless.

The man before her grinned. “One hell of a costume. You look like a star.”

She grinned. “Justin, you flatter me. You think white’s my colour?”

Justin threw back his head and laughed. “As if. White is for angels, and you’re certainly not one of those. I could see you in red, like the devil… but white is nice in this instance.”

“White for purity,” Sharon mocked. “Like a white wedding! God, could you imagine? Me in some stupid huge gown with a veil to show my virginal goodness?”

At that, both of them snorted. The night was dark, lit up by strings of lights across the open bar. It felt like the kind of night where anything was possibly. Where love and life and light intermingled freely, barred by nothing. A warm summer breeze blew Sharon’s hair away from her face.

“Here comes the bride, all dressed in whiteee…” Justin sang, twirling Sharon around before pulling her into his chest. “You’re no bride, are you?”

She shook her head, kissing under his jaw. “Never. I think you’re crazy if you think marriage is cool. I think I’d get bored.”

Justin shifted, so both his arms were wrapped around Sharon from behind. She relaxed into him.

“I’m hurt, Needles. I suppose you’re too much of a rockstar.” He jabbed her in the side, and she squealed.

“If you don’t give me a reason to get bored and leave, then I won’t.” She told him.

Justin smiled. “If you keep singing in outfits like this, I’ll never leave. There’s no way I could get bored of this.”

“Sharon? Back to planet Earth, please.”

Sharon shoved her friends, shaking her head to clear her mind of the sudden flashback. She hadn’t thought about that for years, and wasn’t about to start now.

“Sorry. Think I’m going a bit delirious with stress.”

Jinkx snorted. “Think? I could’ve confirmed that for you years ago. Are we ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.” Raja finished.

As they made their way to the courtyard, Sharon felt a smile tugging at her lips. The boys had done their job well, knowing better than to defy her. A makeshift stage had been pulled against one of the empty archways, the lighting rigged up above it and speakers with wires trailing out of the courtyard into the street. The arch’s entrance was shrouded in glittery fabric, no doubt leftover from one of the seamstresses on the island. Strings of lights were hung around, and way up in the night sky, the stars glittered like tiny jewels. The girls were already dancing, Trixie in the centre of them all. Watching from behind the curtain, Sharon felt undeniably proud.

“Look at my girl.” She murmured, keeping herself out of sight so the surprise wasn’t ruined. “She’s so grown up now.”

Jinkx smiled softly. “Sometimes I still think she’s a little dot dancing around your kitchen and begging you to put Dolly on the stereo again.”

“She still does that, sometimes.” Sharon laughed weakly. “Though she’s not quite a dot anymore.”

Raja pulled Sharon into a hug. “I don’t know how you did it, but you raised a beautiful young woman and you should be very proud.”

“I couldn’t be more proud of her.”

“And yourself.” Raja admonished gently. “You deserve the credit. Trix didn’t have a dad, but she didn’t need one. She had a mom to do it all, ten times better than anyone else could do.”

Jinkx grinned, tugging Sharon out of Raja’s arms. “She’s going to absolutely love seeing her old mom out here on stage. I bet she’s never seen you like this.”

Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, Karl popped up next to Raja and winked.

“Hello gorgeous… Sharon, want me to start the music? The lads are just prepping for the big dive before we get to the stag, so I can do it now.”

Sharon swatted him away from Raja and nodded. Karl, as typically annoying and boyish as he was, worked hard when he wanted to. Though he often took a lot of jabbing and scolding, he was a good lad.

“Please. And Karl-” The young man turned, stopping his fiddling with the speaker. “-Stop your flirting with Raj. This is a girl’s night, and she’s old enough to be your mother.”

Regardless, Karl left with a wink and a kiss blown in Raja’s direction. As promised, the music came to a stop not long after he’d fiddled with it, and confused noises began to erupt from the sea of women.

The spotlight turned on, highlighting three spots in the centre of the stage. Sharon, Raja and Jinkx readied themselves behind the curtain.

“For one night!” Raja called out.

“And one night only!” Sharon added.

“Because that’s all we’ve got the breath for!” Jinkx butted in.

“We present to you - The Supermodels!”

The curtain drew back, and the three took their place in the spotlights. In the audience, a few girls began to shriek and cheer in excitement. Everyone who had ever been to the island knew a little something about The Supermodels, and the trio that used to sing in the bar before there was a hotel, but they hadn’t sung together as a group for twenty years. Trixie’s eyes shone as she made eye-contact with Sharon, her face splitting into a radiant smile. She knew they were doing it just for her.

The music started.

It was a rush, it really was. Spotlights, loud music, costumes, cheering. Around them, the hen party had gathered as close to the stage as they could get. Some were dancing, some were watching in awe, some - like Naomi and Kim - were cheering wildly, unable to get over the shock. Trixie was singing along.

This was what it was about. Not men - they were out of sight, out of mind as far as Sharon was concerned. It was about singing, enjoying the moment, and making her daughter’s night.

Part of her was convinced they’d all forgotten their old moves, and yet they hadn’t. Almost instinctively, they moved the way they used to, circling round one another, dancing like they were still the carefree eighteen-year-olds they’d once been. It was going to be a show to remember, Sharon knew it.

Trixie got up to dance, dragging Naomi and Kim with her. She was graceful and beautiful, and Sharon continued to put her all into performing, just for her. It was no wonder that she was getting married so young. Though it was something Sharon would never do, her daughter was a rare jewel in a world of stones. Brian had clearly seen that and taken the chance to treat her right before anyone else could.

“Congratulations, Trixie!” Jinkx yelled as the song finished. The crowd cheered.

Her eyes gleaming, Sharon watched as Trixie ran forwards to the stage. She took Sharon’s hands in her own and looked up pleadingly.

“Mom! Dance with me?”

Anytime Trixie wanted something, Sharon caved. Naturally, if it cost money she often had to refuse and gently explain, but if it cost time, or sleep, or anything else of the rare, precious nature, Sharon couldn’t say no. A dance cost nothing. It was Trixie’s last night of being Sharon’s little girl, and she needed to appreciate it.

#purecamp #here i go again #sharon needles #raja gemini #jinkx monsoon #trixie mattel #willam belli #alaska thunderfuck #phi phi o'hara #rpdr fanfiction #submission #m/f au #mamma mia au

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violetevents · 6 years

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pairing: shane madej/ryan bergara word count: 1,5k summary: “So, how long have you and Shane been dating?” Jen asks.I

f Ryan had already taken a sip of his coffee, he would’ve done a spit take right now. Instead, he just sends her an incredulous look. “Shane and I are what?”

Or, Ryan and Shane's life would be so much easier if they just talked to each other.

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In Ryan’s defense, it has been an absolute hell of a day. After a terrible night of sleep, they had to take an early flight to Austin Texas, and when they got there they immediately had to go to the Littlefield house, where they would be filming that day. Although the house was absolutely beautiful, and definitely gave off a haunted vibe, they barely managed to catch any useful footage, despite spending hours roaming the house. Ryan had eventually called it quits at four in the morning, after nearly toppling down a staircase out of sheer exhaustion.

They’re in their hotel room now, him and Shane, huddled together in the small bathroom. Ryan’s feeling disappointed, distracted, and most of all absolutely exhausted. It’s the only excuse he has for why he leans in after brushing his teeth, and promptly kisses Shane on the corner of his mouth.

“Night,” Ryan mutters, nearly tripping over his own feet when he leaves the bathroom to finally, finally, burry himself in the soft covers of his bed. God, he’s going to sleep for ten years.

He falls asleep immediately, not realizing that Shane never wished him a good night in return, or that his friend is still standing in the bathroom, slightly confused, hand raised to touch the place Ryan’s lips had been mere seconds ago.

It’s not. It’s not a thing. It’s just that maybe, maybe, Ryan has feeling for Shane. A tiny little bit of romantic feelings. But honestly, it’s neglectable, it’s not a big deal. He can ignore it, most of the time. It’s just when he is really, really tired, his body has the tendency to act on these feelings, which is quite honestly the worst.

It happens again a few days after the first incident, which they still haven’t really talked about. Ryan is glad Shane never brought it up after, because he’s not sure what he would’ve said. He’s always been a terrible liar, and he’s pretty sure Shane would’ve seen right through him if he’d tried to claim it meant nothing. He’s not sure what Shane would do if he ever found out about Ryan’s feelings for him. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to find out. He’d rather be friends for as long as Shane will have him then fuck it up by getting feelings involved.

It’s starting to get dark outside, and the Buzzfeed office is pretty deserted at this point. It is really only Shane and Ryan left, although Ryan’s not sure why Shane is even still here. Every time he’s looked over at Shane’s screen, he’s been doing anything but working. Right now, he’s scrolling through Facebook, occasionally pausing to watch a video or like a post.

“Okay, that’s it,” Ryan says, when he looks back at his own screen only to realize he’s still staring at the same unfinished outline of the next unsolved episode he’s been staring at for the past fifteen minutes now, without really getting any further. “I’m going home.”

“If you’re stuck on theories I can help you,” Shane says, pausing on one of those ‘tag your friends’ posts and typing something in the comment box. Seconds later, Ryan’s phone beeps. Ryan rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, what you got?” Ryan asks, packing his back, half expecting it when Shane says, “Aliens.”

“Shut up, Shane,” Ryan says, halfheartedly. His mind is mostly on his bed, and how there is only a fifteen minute drive between them now. So close.

Shane snorts, “What, you’re going to tell me that isn’t one of the theories?”

It is. Ryan isn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “You come up with the theories, then,” he says, instead. Shane just laughs at that, while Ryan puts on his coat. “All right, big guy, I’m out,” Ryan says, and leans down to give Shane a soft kiss on his smiling mouth. “See you tomorrow,” he adds, and then leaves the office.

It doesn’t hit him until he’s all the way home that he’s just kissed Shane again.

The next day, they’re hanging out at Ryan’s place. They left the office after work together, Ryan trying to ignore the feeling of Shane’s hand on his lower back as he’d led him out of the office. Now they’re curled up on the couch, Shane’s feet in Ryan’s lap. They’re watching Mamma Mia, although Ryan’s not entirely sure who picked the movie.

“I think I know who the father is,” Shane says thoughtfully.

Ryan hums, “Tell me.”

“Aliens,” Shane deadpans, and Ryan promptly whacks him in the face with a pillow. “Or maybe her father was a ghost. Do you think that is possible? Can you have ghost babies?” Shane continues, seemingly unbothered.

“Shut up, Shane,” Ryan says, and softly tickles underneath one of Shane’s feet. Shane, as expected, jerks his foot out of Ryan’s lap, and gives him a betrayed look.

“It was the ghosts,” Ryan informs him, and that’s apparently all the incentive Shane needs to lurch forward and start tickling Ryan’s sides.

“No, stop, have mercy!” Ryan exclaims, between bouts of laughter. Shane, however, is unrelenting, and continues to dig his fingers into Ryan’s sides. “You’re the worst!” Ryan shouts, just before the two of them loose balance and topple off the couch in a flurry of limbs.

Somehow Ryan ends on his back, Shane right on top of him, keeping him pinned to the ground. Shane leans up on his hands, so he’s hovering over Ryan, their faces only inches apart. “You okay, little guy?” Shane asks.

“Yeah,” Ryan breathes, trying not to get lost in Shane’s eyes. “You?” He stutters out, mostly to distract himself from the feeling of having Shane Madej on top of him.

“Perfect,” Shane informs him, and leans down to press a soft kiss to the tip of Ryan’s nose. Then he gets up, like nothing happened, grabbing the TV remote to rewind the part of the movie they’ve missed. “Hey, do you reckon we could do a musical episode of unsolved?”

“After that stunt you pulled with the Hotdaga song? Absolutely not,” Ryan says, getting up as well, pretending like the tip of his nose isn’t tingling, like his stomach isn’t in knots, like he doesn’t want to slide across the couch right now and kiss Shane again, properly this time.

Instead he sits down, and lets Shane swing his legs in his lap again. On the screen, the entire casts sings about taking a chance. Ryan ignores them, and rests his hand on Shane’s ankle.

It keeps happening. When Shane leaves later that evening, he gives Ryan a kiss on the cheek and wishes him goodnight with sparkling eyes. When they’re in a haunted house a week later, and something spokes Ryan, Shane pulls him close and presses a reassuring kiss to his forehead.

And Ryan, Ryan finds himself craving those kisses, those small shows of affection. It’s ridiculous, because it’s not, they’re not dating, they’re not actually a thing, but at times it truly feels they are. They hang out all the time now, and Shane keeps kissing him, even though truly, Ryan was the one who started it.

He indulges himself sometimes, too. Giving Shane a soft kiss before he leaves the office for the day, on those rare days they don’t hang out after work. Leaning into it when Shane kisses his cheek. Purposely stepping closer to Shane when he gets scared because he knows Shane will pull him close.

It’s horrible, and he knows he’s only setting himself up for heartbreak. Shane probably thinks it’s just an added layer to their friendship, probably doesn’t think anything of it, and eventually Ryan’s going to have to face the fact that that is all they’ll ever be. Just friends.

But for now it’s so easy to let himself dream, to let himself believe he can have this, even though eventually it is all going to be ripped away from him.

The whole charade comes to a screeching halt only a few weeks later, and it’s, once again, all Ryan’s own fault.

They’re in the kitchen together, Shane busying himself with making them coffee while Ryan stands next to him, rambling on about some plans he has for the upcoming season for unsolved, about which movie they could watch tonight, about that new Mexican place around the corner they should really try sometimes.

There’s others in the kitchen, but just like always when it’s just Shane and Ryan, everything else kind of fades away.

So when Shane hands Ryan his coffee, Ryan doesn’t hesitate to mumble a soft “thanks, big guy,” and press a kiss to Shane’s shoulder, who smiles down at him.

“No problem, little man,” Shane says, and saunters out of the kitchen. Ryan watches him leave, but when he turns back to his coffee, Jen is suddenly in front of him, scaring the absolute crap out of him.

“Jesus, Jen.”

“Just Jen is fine,” she informs him, and then, “So, how long have you and Shane been dating?”

If Ryan had already taken a sip of his coffee, he would’ve done a spit take right now. Instead, he just sends her an incredulous look. “Shane and I are what?”

“Dating,” Jen says, cocking her head to the side. “For how long?” Like somehow Yoda-ing the sentence is going to make it have more sense.

“We’re not dating,” Ryan says, because they’re not. He’s pretty sure he would know.

“Right,” Jen says, squinting her eyes at him. “Does Shane know that?”

“I am pretty sure he does, yeah,” Ryan says, because, well, Shane would’ve told him if they were dating, right? Besides, it’s not like Shane even likes him that way. “Anyway, I have, like, work to do. Bye Jen!”

He doesn’t have any work to do. Actually, he just finished all his work about half an hour ago. But right now, he needs to not be around Jen questioning his relationship with his best friend and maybe confront said best friend.

“Hey Ryan!” Shane says excitedly when Ryan comes back, and then quirks an eyebrow when he sees Ryan’s frazzled state. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just,” Ryan falls down on his chair with a laugh, “Jen seems to think we are dating.”

Shane frowns at him. “Well, we are, aren’t we?”

“No?” Ryan says, confused, “I mean, I’d know if we were, right?”

“Right. Right, yes, of course, how silly of me,” Shane says, abruptly standing up and starting to haphazardly collecting his stuff. “I, uh, have this thing. This thing that I have to do that is… not here. Bye, Ryan.”

And then he’s gone.

“Shane?” Ryan calls out, confused, but Shane has already disappeared.

“I’m not sure what you did, but I think you fucked up,” Jen says, suddenly appearing at his shoulder.

She doesn’t even scare him this time, he’s too focused on staring at the spot Shane has disappeared in and trying to think of what went wrong, and how he has to fix it. “I. I don’t know what I did, I just, I told him you thought we were dating and then suddenly he goes ‘well we are, right?’ and I’m like ‘no, because I’d know if we were’ and then he suddenly ran off. That’s weird, right?”

“Oh, sweetie,” Jen says, sitting down in the chair Shane has just vacanted. “This seems to be a classic case of miscommunication. It appears that Shane also thought you two were dating. Looks like the only one who didn’t get the memo was you. And now Shane thinks that you don’t want to date him.”

“But I do!” Ryan exclaims, not even caring that he basically just told his biggest secret to Jen. He needs her to understand that it was never his intention to hurt Shane.

“Well, then what’s the problem? Go to him! Talk to him! Fix it!” Jen says.

Ryan nods thoughtfully. “I think I have an idea.”

It’s by far the stupidest plan Ryan has ever had, but he’s apparently been a fucking idiot, and he can’t imagine how Shane must feel, who just assumed they’d been dating all this time only to find out Ryan didn’t think the same and he needs to fix this, and if that means being an idiot then so be it.

So that’s how he ends up outside Shane’s apartment, right underneath where he knows Shane’s window is, with a Bluetooth speaker in his hands. He takes a deep breath, selects a song on his phone, turns up the volume, and hits play.

Almost immediately, Shane’s window swings open, and Shane’s head pops out. “Ryan?!” He yells, and after a pause, “Is that Ghostbusters?” He sounds completely flabbergasted.

“Yes!” Ryan yells back. Shane slams the window close again, and Ryan sighs deeply. Oh well, it was worth the try. Maybe it wasn’t the best choice in song after all. Ryan thought it had been funny, but as he turns off the speaker and turns to leave, he thinks it might’ve been a stupid idea after all.

But then a door swings open behind him, and when he turns back, Shane is there, in the doorway, in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, looking rumpled and soft and positively beautiful. Ryan wants to kiss him and kiss him and never stop kissing him.

“Shane,” he says instead. He’d prepared a whole speech, but now that he’s actually here, and Shane is actually in front of him, living and breathing and absolutely gorgeous, he has no idea what he wanted to say.

“Ryan,” Shane says, “You’re here.” He looks so hopeful, that Ryan immediately regains some of his confidence.

“I am. I’m sorry,” he says, taking a step closer to where Shane is standing. “I was a bit of an idiot.”

Shane smiles sheepishly. “I mean, I guess we were both a bit of an idiot. I shouldn’t have assumed we were dating. It’s just that you were kissing me and we were hanging out all the time so I thought-”

Ryan shakes his head. “No, that’s. I don’t mind. That you assumed. It makes sense, really. I want that, actually. I want to date you. I just. I would like to also be aware of the fact that I am dating you.”

“I would like to date you, too,” Shane says, “And you beware of the dating.”

“Good,” Ryan says, grinning. He knew, but hearing Shane say it makes butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“Good,” Shane parrots. “I like your choice of song, by the way. Very romantic.”

“Shut up, Shane,” Ryan says, still beaming, and then strides forward so he can finally kiss Shane properly.

(“This is a date, by the way,” Shane says, three weeks later, when they are seated in a little Italian restaurant just a few blocks from Ryan apartment.

Ryan rolls his eyes. “I know, you idiot. I asked you on this specific date in the first place, and you’ve already informed me of the fact that this is a date three times just on the way here.”

“Just making sure that you know,” Shane says, grinning at him, “Like, are you sure you are aware that this is a date? Are you positive?”

Ryan kicks him in the leg.)

#shyan #sceptic believer #my fics #bfu fic #5 #bfu

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eighteen going on extinct 2/20

An AU very loosely based on Mamma Mia.

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It takes a while to get to the south side of Lima. The bus system is shit, and he has to switch buses twice to get where he needs to go, and even once he’s there he has to walk a good ten minutes before he reaches the Berry-Hudson house.

He kicks a stone as he walks down the sidewalk, admiring the lack of graffiti on the building walls. All the houses over here have nice yards and are separated by fences. Some even have pools.

Where he lives, the nicest place you can get is an attached home, but they’re all rentals. He and his mom lived in one for about a year when he was seven, back when she was dating Big Steve. It didn’t last long, but it had been nice to briefly live somewhere other than an apartment.

Finn and Rachel’s house isn’t as big as some of the others on their street, but it’s still bigger than anything Kurt’s ever lived in. He pushes the gate open, glancing at the pruned shrubs that line that walkway up to their front door. He wonders if they take care of those themselves or if they pay someone to do it.

He knocks on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hasn’t been here in a while, which sort of makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of their hospitality.

Finn opens the door, smiling that dopey smile of his and instantly getting out of the way.

“Hey, man,” he greets, patting Kurt on the back as he walks into the house. “Long time, no see.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kurt says, taking his shoes off as soon as he’s in the house (it may have been a while, but he still remembers Rachel’s house rules). “Sorry about that. It’s just…”

“Don’t worry, dude,” Finn says, still grinning. “We’re just glad you still felt okay to call. Come on, we just finished making supper.”

Kurt nods. “Cool,” he says. “I, uh. I brought Coke. I know Rachel doesn’t really drink carbonated stuff, but-”

“Thanks!” Finn starts to lead him toward the dining room. “Just means more for you and me, right?”

Kurt can’t help but smile at the endless optimism that the man exudes. He’s already feeling better than he has all day, just from being around him for a few seconds. He really needs to come here more often.

Rachel is just placing some cups around the already-set table when he walks in. She’s just as tiny as ever, and her smile is just as big as it always is when he comes over. “Kurt, hi!” she greets hurrying over to him and wrapping him in a big hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

He hugs her back, still feeling a little strange about being so much taller than her (he can’t even imagine how Finn must feel). He remembers when would accompany Finn when he’d babysit Kurt, and how Kurt used to wish he’d one day grow to be at least as tall as Rachel.

“We made a broccoli casserole, but Finn also has some hot dogs in the fridge he thinks I can’t see,” she winks at him. “We can heat some of those up in the microwave, if you’d like?”

Kurt instantly shakes his head. He’s already had hot dogs twice this week. “Broccoli casserole sounds perfect.”

“Wonderful! Oh, I forgot what a perfect guest you are. You really do need to come around for dinner more often.”

Kurt can’t help but smile as she leads him toward the chair at the end of the table. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to come around. It’s just been so crazy with my job and school starting up and everything.”

“That’s right,” Finn says, coming out of the kitchen with the casserole dish in hand. Rachel sits on Kurt’s left, and Finn takes the seat to the right. “You’re at McDonald’s, right?”

Kurt shakes his head. “Wendy’s. McDonald’s let me go.”

Finn sets the casserole dish down, and glances at Kurt. “Did they have reason to?”

Kurt shrugs. “The GM was dating my mom, but he cheated on her. I skipped a shift to console her and he said that wouldn’t fly. So… technically, I guess.”

He watches as Finn and Rachel exchange a glance; the same glance they exchange every time he mentions his mom.

“Well, it’s good you got another job, then,” Rachel says, eyes still on Finn. “I prefer Wendy’s anyway. Better vegan options.”

That’s not true, and they all know it, but Kurt just nods and says, “Yeah.”

Rachel starts serving the casserole, and Kurt barely manages to wait until it’s all scooped onto his plate before he digs in. He hasn’t had anything like this in so long. Eric, the GM at McDonald’s, used to cook dinner for his mom sometimes and she’d bring back leftovers, but since he fucked off it’s mostly been take out and quick meals. It’s not like either of them really has the time to cook.

“So,” Rachel says as Kurt shovels food into his mouth. “How’s, um. How’s Sebastian?” Kurt glances up at her and sees her smiling tightly. “Is that still… happening?”

Kurt shakes his head, and he can see her shoulders slump in relief. “He moved away, for college. Got into Yale.” He shrugs, stabbing a piece of broccoli with his fork. “Finally realized everyone else was right and he really was too good for me.”

“Hey,” Finn says harshly, causing Kurt to jump. “That’s not true, okay? If anything, you were way too good for him.”

Rachel is nodding along. “His parents were my neighbours growing up, and sometimes I’d babysit Sebastian when he was younger. He was always a little brat.”

That makes Kurt smile. “He didn’t take too well to not getting his way, did he?” he chuckles, thinking back on the time Sebastian tried to get Kurt to go down on him when he really didn’t feel like it. He’d stormed out of his room in a huff, only to return two minutes later saying that this was his house and Kurt needed to leave.

It wasn’t like it was the best relationship, and Kurt is well aware of that. Still sucks that everybody saw it before he did.

They chat casually for a while. Kurt pulls the Coke out of his bag and Finn goes to get them some ice. Rachel ends up pouring herself a half-glass, though her face scrunches up as she drinks it, which makes Kurt and Finn laugh.

Finn tells him about his middle-school students and how they’re currently writing their own plays. He’s so enthusiastic as he talks, hands gesturing wildly, the grin never leaving his face. Kurt wishes that he’d attended West Lima Middle School instead of North; he really would have liked to have Finn as a teacher.

Rachel briefly talks about how she’s considering going back on the road for a national tour of Wicked. She’s mostly been producing plays lately, but apparently she’s been feeling the performing itch.

Although he thinks Finn is awesome, and knows he’s the best teacher ever, he really admires Rachel and the work she does. Even if McKinley High School and North Lima Middle School didn’t really have drama programs, he’s always been interested in acting and singing. Rachel helps put on most of the productions that come to Columbus and has gotten several smaller theater companies off the ground; plus, she used to be on Broadway. He’d love to step into her shoes, even just for a day.

He listens intently as Rachel talks about the audition process, and how it’s down to her and two other girls for Elphaba, though she’s sure she has the role in the bag. He loves hearing her talk about the theater world, even the inanest aspects of it. He once listened to her talk for an hour about what brands of make-up were better to wear on stage.

When she’s finished, a bit of a silence falls over the table. Kurt is too awed by her stories to say anything, but Finn seems to have something else on his mind.

After a few minutes of silence, during which Kurt scoops himself a little bit more casserole, Finn turns to him and asks, “Kurt, why did you call me tonight?”

Kurt pauses, his fork full of broccoli and potatoes halfway to his mouth. “Um.”

“You said there was a situation, but you didn’t explain.” He turns a little in his chair. “Is it your dad? Is he back?”

Kurt sighs and places his fork on the plate. He slumps in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Totally blindsided me. He was there when I got home from school. Drove down from LA to ‘see me,’ or so he says.”

Rachel reaches a hand out to take his. “Does your mom know you’re here?” she asks.

Kurt shakes his head. “Told her I was with some friends, just didn’t say who. I didn’t…” he glances at Finn, then looks down at his plate. “Puck gets weird when I mention you guys.”

The look they exchange tells him they know exactly what he means by ‘weird’.

“How long is he staying?” Rachel asks.

Kurt shrugs. “Who knows. Mom says he’s on his feet, that he isn’t here for money, but I don’t trust him. He’s got a fancy new motorcycle, but that doesn’t mean shit. Last time he brought me $300 season passes to see the Buckeyes, but still begged mom for a couple grand to help him ‘get back on his feet,’” he lowers his voice and puts air quotes around the words. He shakes his head. “She wants me to be nice to him because he’s my dad, but I don’t think that’s enough. Just because he donated part of my DNA doesn’t mean he’s my father, you know?”

Finn and Rachel exchange another look, which Kurt ignores. Instead, he continues his rant.

“It’s just stupid. She never takes shit from anyone. When Eric cheated on her she kicked him so hard in the balls that he limped for a week. One time a boyfriend stole ten dollars from her purse and she punched him right in the nose when she found out. But with Puck? It’s like she turns into this pathetic schoolgirl with a crush that she just can’t get over. He can literally do whatever he wants, and she’ll never see the truth that he’s a deadbeat asshole who could give two shits about her.”

“She was always like that with Puck…” Rachel says, shaking her head. She smiles at Kurt and squeezes his hand. “We know it’s tough for you to be around him, so please, feel free to stay here as long as you want, okay?”

Finn nods along, and Kurt smiles. “Thanks, guys. You know, for letting me come over, and for letting me rant.”

“Any time. We mean it.”

They finish dinner soon after that, and Finn suggests they watch a movie. He lets Kurt pick, claiming that Rachel will just make them watch “A Star is Born” for the hundredth time. Kurt picks “Yentl” just to mess with him.

Their TV is a lot bigger than Kurt’s, and their sofa is softer. Kurt curls his legs under himself and thanks Finn halfway through the movie when the man passes him a throw. He pulls the throw close to his body, feeling cozy and safe.

He always feels safe in the Berry-Hudson house.

When the movie ends, Rachel suggests they play a board game, so Finn pulls out Sorry! They play a few rounds, laughing and teasing each other. Rachel wins every round to absolutely nobody’s surprise.

By around eleven Rachel admits she’s ready to call it a day. She gives Kurt a kiss on the forehead and thanks him for coming over, reiterating yet again that their door is always open for him. Finn says he thinks he should head to bed, too, and Kurt reluctantly says that he has a shift in the morning, so he should probably hit the hay, too.

The guest room is all set up for him, just the way it always is. The blankets and pillows are piled high, and Kurt already feels his heartbeat speeding up at the thought of sleeping in the queen-sized bed, as opposed to the twin he has in his room at home.

Finn bids him goodnight, leaving him alone. He smiles as he changes into his pajamas, thankful for the millionth time for Finn and his wife.

They’ve always been good to him. Finn was always his favourite babysitter when he was a kid, and he was the only one who kept in touch even when he stopped needing someone to babysit him. The first time Kurt called Finn after a fight with Puck, Finn came to pick him up and brought him to his house. Kurt was only thirteen at the time, but Finn made it very clear to him that he was always welcome to stay with him and Rachel. No matter what.

Sometimes, as a young boy, Kurt used to dream about Finn being his dad instead of Puck. Not that he wanted his mom and Finn to be together – Rachel and Finn were obviously soulmates and he’d never wish for them to be apart. No, he just liked the idea of having a dad who was around. Who wanted to spend time with him. Who cared for him and spent time with him without expecting anything in return.

He gets into the bed, his phone in hand. He unlocks it, finding a couple of messages from his mom asking him where he went. There’s another message from his boss, asking if he could come in half an hour earlier. Kurt rolls his eyes but texts back that he can, trying to mentally calculate how early he’ll have to get up to make that work.

Just as he’s setting his alarms he gets a notification warning him that he’s at 20% battery. He groans and pulls himself out of bed, going to his backpack and digging through it.

Fuck.

“Great,” he says as he pulls out the last piece of clothing. Of course he forgot his charger. Just his luck.

He sighs and heads out the door. He knows Rachel has an iPhone, too. Knowing her, she’ll have at least two extra charger cables.

He reaches the door to their bedroom and raises a hand to knock, but pauses when he hears them talking inside.

“- you’ve respected her decision this long, but this isn’t good for him. If Puck is actually going to be sticking around for the long run-”

“We don’t know if he is, Rach. He’ll probably just hang out for a week or two, like he always does, and then admit he needs money. Quinn will give him money, because for some reason she always does, and then he’ll be out of their hair. That’s how it always goes.”

“What if it doesn’t go that way this time, Finn? I don’t—” Kurt hears her sigh. “He’s such a good kid. I know he acts tough, but we both know that’s not who he is. I don’t want Puck messing up his life any more than he already has.”

“I don’t either, you know I don’t, but I just don’t see how it would make a difference.”

“You don’t – Finn, if you could prove your paternity we could try and get joint custody. He could live with us two weeks out of the month. That’s two whole weeks he wouldn’t have to be around that… that man.”

Kurt’s eyes widen, heart skipping a beat.

“He’s not mine, Rachel,” Finn says. “We’ve known that for years.”

“We don’t, though. We never got the test done because Quinn insisted and we wanted to be respectful, but this has gone on long enough. I can’t just sit idly by anymore! Even if Puck doesn’t stick around this time he’s going to keep coming back, over and over again. That’s what he does, Finn. You know that as well as I do.”

“She doesn’t want me to, Rachel. She made it very clear that Kurt wasn’t mine. It would be a dick move to ask for a paternity test now.”

“I just want to be sure, Finn. I hate thinking of him in that house with Puck. I hate it.”

“Me too, Rach, but there’s nothing we can do. Quinn made it very clear –”

“Look, Finn, I think Quinn is an amazing mother. I’ve said that since day one. She’s done an incredible job raising Kurt by herself. But when it comes to Puck, she doesn’t know how to set boundaries. He’s always been her weak spot, and he’s always going to be her weak spot. It’s not good for Kurt to be in that environment, and I’m tired of ignoring the fact that there is a chance that you are that boy’s father.”

The words ring in Kurt’s ears, amplified by the silence that’s fallen over the house.

His breathing quickens.

Finn speaks after a few moments of silence. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Rachel replies. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

Kurt forces himself to move, heading right back to the guest room, heart jackhammering in his chest. He’s clutching his phone tightly, and his breaths are coming quickly.

He always knew his mom and Finn dated in high school, before she got pregnant with him. She’d told him when he was five and he asked her how she’d met his favourite babysitter. He’d never really known the timeline of their relationship, though.

He climbs back into bed, placing his phone on a pillow next to his head. He feels wide awake as he stares up at the ceiling, this new discovery coursing through his veins like a particularly powerful drug.

The very idea that Puck might not be his dad brings him a joy he cannot even imagine. There will be nothing left connecting him to that asshole. His mom can keep him around if she wants, but Kurt won’t owe him anything.

Holy shit.

He smiles to himself at the thought of finally being able to officially tell Puck to get fucked. He can just imagine slamming down the paternity test in front of the man and telling him to have a good life.

He pulls the blankets closer.

Well, fuck.

Chapter Three

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