#listen i have a bed now. assembled it yesterday (actually my brother did i just stood there and looked cute)

[flowercrowngods]

Steve startles awake, disoriented and filled with a slight bout of panic — as always when he takes a nap that turns into five hours of deep sleep and catapults him right into the next dimension for a while there.

Heart racing, he blinks his dark bedroom into existence, and it takes him a while to realise where he is and what woke him up.

And then the landline phone on his nightstand rings again, and he exhales deeply before reaching for it with clumsy, sluggish movements.

“‘Ello?”

“Steve,” comes Eddie’s sing-song voice from the other end, washing over Steve in a soothing way that leaves him falling back into the pillows. He clutches the phone to his ear as he closes his eyes, the smile already forming at how happy Eddie sounds. He rarely sings Steve’s name like that. He should do it more often.

“Hi there.” His voice sounds like shit. Like he just took a — Jesus Christ, has it really been four hours? Well. He sounds exactly like someone who took a four-hour nap after a shit day at work would sound like.

There’s fumbling on the other end, but it stops suddenly. “Did I wake you? Shit man, I thought it was past nap time.”

“I don’t have nap time,” Steve grumbles, actually pouting at Eddie’s words and realising only a second too late how ridiculous he sounds.

“Sure, man, whatever you say. We all know you’re actually just a life-sized toddler.”

Steve sputters, sitting up against his headboard as he gradually wakes up. “Hey! Also, I don’t think you actually understand what life-sized means.”

“Yes, I do.”

Steve shakes his head at this ridiculous, ridiculous man. “What exactly do you think a non-life-sized toddler looks like, Eduardissimo?”

“Like Dustin.”

The answer is so quick and deadpan, Steve cannot contain the laugh that bursts out of him, waking him up quicker and gentler than anything else in the world could have, and he revels in the sound of Eddie joining him. He must look so smug right now, and so damn proud of himself. Steve wants to see him. Wants to kiss that smile right from his lips and replace it with something a lot more genuine.

“You’re an asshole,” he says instead, pulling his blanket further around him as he lifts his knees to sit more comfortably.

Eddie hums, still teasing somehow with just that noise, and Steve just can’t stop smiling. “You like me so much, Harrington.”

“Hmm,” he mirrors Eddie’s hum, but even he can hear the smile on his face. “Jury’s still out on that one, actually.”

“Any tendencies yet on the verdict?”

“Nope, they can’t decide.”

Eddie snorts at that, and Steve has no idea how that can sound so sweet. But it does. He buries his smile in his knees for a bit, the blanket hot around his burning cheeks. He’s hopeless.

“Well, let me know as soon as they do, yeah?”

“Will do,” he laughs, ruining all his attempts to sound solemn. “So what’s up? Why’d you call?”

“Oh!” And suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped and Eddie doesn’t sound teasing and smug anymore, but instead just fucking giddy! “I have a bed now!”

Steve smiles at it. At that voice, that tone, that infectious emotion. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” More fumbling on the other end, and Steve can only imagine that Eddie is rolling around in his newly acquired bed.

Who’s the life-sized toddler now, hm?

“No more sleeping on the floor for this Munson boy, nuh-uh, my good sir! We are in possession of a bed now. A wooden bed, no fancy headboard or anything, just…”

“Just a bed,” Steve says, feeling like he’s about to burst into a million little particles of fondness and affection and the never-ending need to kiss Eddie. To hold him. To touch him in any way he can. “That’s great, Edsie.”

“It is, Stevesie.”

“Man, I hate you so much,” Steve squints at the ceiling and laughs, actually kicking his feet, the minute breeze providing a little relief for the heat in his face.

And Eddie has no business to sound so smug when he says, “Yeah, you do.”

A pause then, and it feels loaded even through the phone. Steve clutches it closer to his face, hoping stupidly that Eddie can feel it.

“You should come hate me in my new bed.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his brain shuts off for a hot second there. Before he can overthink this, he decides to just… play along. And listen to what his heart has been telling him for months now.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, breathless still, but his whole body tingles with just these two words. With the possibility they bring. The offer that they are. The question. The everything that’s stored in them.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he sounds just as breathless. “I mean, if— If you want to?”

“I do.” Steve swallows. “Right, uh— Right now?”

“Whenever.” And it sounds more like an As soon as possible.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, scrambling out of bed as quickly as possible, pulling off his shirt with the phone still pressed to his ear, letting out an embarrassing noise as it gets tangled in a mess of cord and fabric. He scrambles to free it, almost dropping it in the process. “I’ll be there in thirty.”

“To come look at my new bed?”

“Sure.”

On the other end, Eddie laughs again, but he still sounds just as breathless as Steve does. Just as excited. As fragile. Just as many fucking things.

“Alright,” Eddie murmurs, though Steve can still hear the smile. “I’ll see you then.”

And then he hangs up before either of them can get lost in their own heads about this sudden certainty of change. Steve is grateful for the steady noise of the dial tone reminding him that this is happening. But that nothing has to happen.

It’s a nice bed, he finds hours later, fingers combing through Eddie’s hair who’s cuddling him half asleep. It’s the best fucking bed he’s ever seen, if only because it led to this.

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#listen i have a bed now. assembled it yesterday (actually my brother did i just stood there and looked cute) #and i’m so happy and schmoopy (@myself for myself with myself by myself) about it #steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #dio’s steddie ramblings #look yet more fluff from me like wow who dis??? #dio words #i feel so anxious about the permanent tag list like do yall even wanna see silly little things like this 😭😭🙏

[anemonenemerosa]

Hello hello,

here we go. Thank you for staying with me and thank you @lumosinlove for creating this world =)

This is still dark (but we’re getting a bit better) so please stay safe.

Chapter 10

They stopped in front of a big apartment-building, windows mostly dark, it was almost one in the morning. There was no doorman, no entry hall to the building, just a corridor leading to stairs and a concerningly dingy lift. Ouais, enfin… maybe I pay with my kidneys for this, after all.

The door to the flat opened, Regulus was pushed in and all but froze. He had never seen such a place.

There was no entrance hall in here either, the front door directly opened into a small living room with an open kitchen and a dinner table shoved into a corner, half hidden behind an overloaded laundry rack.

The windowsills were crammed with pot-plants in several states of... health? survival? decay? Books and knickknacks were messily shoved into the tall but sloping shelves lining the walls, which were painted in a soft warm yellow, making the room look sunny and warm, even in the middle of the night.

Nothing, not even the chairs or precariously crooked shelves seemed to belong to the same set of furniture. And was one of the table-legs different from the others?

It was... all over the place, really.

The worn maroon rug in the living area clashed horribly with the big, ugly purple corduroy couch and the mismatched and multicoloured throw pillows.

Posters of 80's movies -Regulus recognised Ghost Busters and Back to the Future- and lots of unframed photographs almost covered the wall behind the couch.

On the far wall were three doors, one closed, one revealing bits of a very messy bedroom, the other ajar, sporting a poster of a rather ancient wooden privy... What. The. Hell.

Regulus did not know what to make of this. He somehow loved it instantly while simultaneously cringing over all the chaos and all the stuff crammed in here. His, stylistically uninspired, mother would probably die of shock at the view and somehow that made the place a little more endearing to him.

However, he always thought of himself as tidy and some part of him died just a bit at the sight of the mismatched socks and shirts littering the part of the bedroom-floor he could see. This place, starkly contrasting the house he grew up in was bursting with life, messy and welcoming instead of an assembly of model rooms resembling what was shown in some posh interior-design magazine. This is what a home looks like, Regulus decided.

He allowed himself to be ushered further inside.

"Leave you shoes here please and put your coat..." Regulus turned around as the sentence did not continue and saw Ben looking at the overflowing coatrack behind the door.

"...Put your coat somewhere you will find it again" he concluded, nodding to himself.

Mateo already went past them into the kitchen and dived headfirst into the fridge. "We have some left-over Minestrone from yesterday, if you want, Reg."

Regulus turned, having disposed of his coat on one of the chairs. As he didn't answer for long enough to be considered impolite, Mateo lifted his head from the fridge, noticing Regulus blank stare

"Is it OK, if we call you Reg? Regulus sounds so stiff..." This warm, infuriatingly disarming, smile. Regulus could only nod.

These people rendered him speechless at a disturbing rate. Usually, he chose not to speak but with them, he often couldn't.

The only one who had ever called him Reg was Sirius and even he stopped that years ago. Could he really be Reg again? Was he allowed to? No, a malicious voice echoed through his head. You do not deserve that comfort. Remember what you did. Regulus felt sick.

"Soooo... Minestrone?" – "I am not hungry, but thank you" Regulus looked at Mateo, hoping he would not call him Reg, regretting his thoughtless agreement.

"When’s the last time you eaten?" Ben asked as he came from the Bedroom in striped Pyjama-bottoms and an old shirt. Regulus tried to remember if he had had lunch today. Not good.

"If you need to think about it, it is too long ago. You eat." The man stated as Mateo chuckled and put a pot on the stove.

"Do never deny again that you are a freaking mother hen", he joked while walking into the bedroom, probably to change, too.

Regulus hovered in the room, wary and utterly confused. He struggled to maintain a safe distance, still trying to fathom what's going on and why these strangers were more welcoming and affectionate than his family ever been.

A quiet but reckless voice in his mind - very different from the sneer that chimed up just a minute ago and sounding suspiciously similar to a younger Sirius- reminded him that he fucked up already and that he might as well go and enjoy his time while the universe and/or his mother were probably already in preparation to take him down.

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A while later he was seated on the ugly, lumpy couch, nursing a bowl of minestrone. He was clad in a much too small shirt ("this is the biggest shirt we have, you are just a giant") and borrowed underwear (his blood-stained sweatpants were soaking in the sink along with his, also bloody, shirt) and wrapped in a baby blue blanket with pink chickens on it. Why does such an item even exist?  

The TV provided mindless background-noise while Ben and Mateo chattered along about anything and everything. Regulus just sat there in silence and listened intently. He never met people who would just go on and lay out their life in front of a person they just met. Let alone a person they found bleeding in the shower, mid-meltdown... Maybe their life history hinted on why they were so careless with private information.

And they really were. They told him everything and Regulus was confident he could write their memoirs by now.

Apparently, Mateo grew up in Manaus, Brazil So, it was Portuguese, not Spanish. ("That's where Rio Negro and Rio Solimões meet to form the Amazonas" The more you know...) He came to the US to study medicine on a scholarship, is in the last weeks of his training and only stays in Slytherin because-

"One cannot choose their training hospitals on that scholarship. No offense, mate." None taken.

They recounted how they met almost five years ago at an airport.  That, after spending eight hours waiting for their delayed flight, they were joined at the hip. "Metaphorically and literally." Regulus went bright red at the innuendo while Ben patted his back sympathetically, shaking with suppressed laughter. He and Mateo were huddled up together in a yellow blanket with... Flamingos? Where did they even get these bird-themed things?

Ben had a sister, Josephine, who stayed here during semester breaks ("But do call her Jo or she will end you.") After Regulus gave a pointed look to the closed door, he was informed that he did not need to worry about their noise as she slept like the dead and even overslept a fire alarm in the building last summer.

Jo was 18, like Regulus but already in her Sophomore at Boston University as she skipped a year in middle school. "Got herself a scholarship and does computer-sciences, the insufferable nerd and know-it-all."

"She's really great, Reg. Ben is just her brother and thus, bound to think she’s annoying." Mateo interrupted Bens speech about his sister.

Regulus allowed himself a minute of going over the relationship with his own brother. Sirius was annoying. Very annoying, to be exact. But if anyone except him had called him out in the past, Regulus remembered feeling a little surge of protection against the git he was related to... maybe this was a siblings-thing.

He focused back on the conversation in front of him, fascinated by the insight of other people’s relations and upbringing.

The siblings grew up in Bristol, Great Britain, and moved to New York when Ben was seventeen and Jo ten but he did not elaborate on why they came here. That’s why I couldn’t place the accent.

Ben had studied Art History at NYU and actually worked at the Art Gallery in the city-centre. Cleaning the rink in the evenings was his means to save money for a tattoo shop he wanted to open in Boston, where they would move, come February, for Mateo’s new job.

He got informed that a note has been shoved under Jos door, announcing his presence, a spare toothbrush was presented and then, at nearly half past two in the morning, he is left for the night with a hug (!) from both of them. How touchy they are.

Regulus was not cuddly, never had been.

Really? You loved to snuggle up with Sirius in bed. The voice of reckless young Sirius supplied unhelpfully. This whole situation was completely surreal but also comfortingly normal.

This is a dream or, more likely, a godamn fever-trip. C’est pourri! This is shit! Regulus sighed.

These people were mad... hell, they didn't even know him. Yet, they took him in, fed him (very good) soup and freaking hugged him good night. They probably even stayed awake that long, filling the air with their complete life-story to keep him from feeling lonely... Allez savoir pourquoi! God knows why!

Reckless young Sirius suggested again to just roll with it and Regulus began to wonder whether he, instead of them, had gone mad.

This life he had a short glimpse into, this night was not real for him. He couldn't have that, considering the family he was born into and his obligation to live up to their expectations. Not to mention that he absolutely did not deserve being cared for after he de facto kicked his brother in the face ruined and his career.

The tiny voice piped up again, but Regulus silenced it with an exasperated groan. Yep, mad.

He surely would not sleep here on this odd couch. He would sit here, mull over all the shit that happened in just this one day, wait for them to wake up to thank them appropriately, return to the Malfoys and sleep there for a week to recompose himself.

#the spare #regulus black #oc's #Sweater Weather #lumosinlove

[metalbatandzenko]

All of them. All the questions.

oof

1. Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

I have sliding doors on my closet so it’s one open one closed.

2. Do You Have Freckles?

Nope!

3. Can You Whistle?

Nope (:

4. Last Song You Listened To.

I...don’t remember lmao, I think it was 6 Inch by Beyonce

5. What Is Your Favorite Color?

I don’t know if I have one tbh.

6. Relationship Status.

Currently juggling seven reply guys bc rona has everyone acting out of line, but single.

7. What Is The Temperature Right Now?

46º

8. Did You Wake Up Cranky?

Yes sdkjfhdlkf

9. How Many Followers?

215.

10. Zodiac Sign.

Aries/Aries/Cancer.

11. What Is Your Eye Color?

Brown.

12. Take A Vitamin Daily?

No.

13. Do You Sing In The Shower?

Yes, usually it’s Mitski or songs from musicals because you know. Former theater kid.

14. What Books Are You Reading?

The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch.

15. Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

“As in earlier days” from the poem The Walk by Thomas Hardy

16. Favorite Anime?

OPM is the only anime I watch. Being Japanese American and fem aligned means having. Not great associations with anime tbh.

17. Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

I honestly can’t remember the last time I cried in front of someone

WAIT YES I DO

It was November 23rd and my little cousin and I watched Over the Garden Wall. Both of us cried at the end.

18. Do You Collect Anything?

I have a knife collection and an old rock collection from when I was younger. I also unintentionally have a major makeup collection. My lipstick collection is borderline embarrassing. In my defense it started in 7th grade.

19. What Did You Have For Lunch?

I uh. I didn’t have lunch skfjhdsljfh

20. Do You Dance In The Car?

I do!

21. Favorite Animal?

Dude I fucking love crows.

22. Do You Watch The Olympics?

Some of them! My mom was really athletic growing up (as in one of those kids that plays a sport every season in high school), so she watches a lot of them. We tend to watch figure skating (which I know little about but have strong opinions on), gymnastics, synchronized swimming, track, and judo.

23. What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

Usually I’m in bed by 11 but I don’t go to sleep until 2am. Recently I’ve been getting to sleep at 7am.

24. Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

It is currently three in the morning so no akslkjsahd

25. Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

Ocean. I grew up in Northern California near the coast, and now I’m in a landlocked state. And you can kind of feel it, you know? The air doesn’t smell like salt and redwoods, the mountains aren’t there to hold up the sky so you just feel it pressing down on your chest. I miss the ocean.

26. Favorite Tumblr Blog?

I don’t know if I have a favorite. erikkillmongerdontpullout is funny and insightful, and I love dostoevskydocs’ poetry compilations.

27. Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

I grew up somewhere with access to really good tap water, so I’ll go with that.

28. What Makes You Happy?

Writing, spending time with friends, the feeling of dappled sunlight through the tree canopy.

29. Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

30. Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

With :)

31. Dogs Or Cats?

Dogs but I love cats too!

32. If You Were A Crayon What Color Would You Be?

Moss green!

33. PlayStation Or Xbox.

Xbox.

34. Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

Ocean. I don’t trust lakes.

35. Do You Believe In Magic?

I believe in the supernatural, I don’t know if magic’s the right word. It’s more like a belief that there’s something more to the world than what we’re able to perceive. 

36. What Color Shirt Are You Wearing?

Charcoal grey.

37. Can You Curl Your Tongue?

Yes! I can also make my tongue into a clover.

38. Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

A bit of both. I can be pretty frugal when I’m by myself but I inherited the need to pay for everything for my friends from my mom, so if my friends are around, I will try to muscle my way into paying for everything. This is usually unsuccessful bc my friends are in the same boat.

39. Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

Yes. I’ve got a pink water bottle on my bedstand.

40. Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

I mean. OPM lkjshdflkjdh I’ve been hyperfixating on it, but I also am pretty obsessed with OTGW (I have been for years).

41. Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

No but I’ve had a few land on me.

42. Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

Depends on the person. Overall, I’d say no, but my friends have significant sway over me.

43. Do You Have Strange Dreams?

Yes.

44. Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

I actually do. But only for short flights. Anything longer than 4 hours makes my body really hurt.

45. Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

Moana.

46. Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Sunflower seeds!

47. If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

Orville Peck or Carseat Headrest.

48. Are You A Picky Eater?

Nope!

49. Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

Yeah.

50. Do You Fear Thunder/Lightning?

No, I actually love them. I sleep best when it’s thundering.

51. Do You Like To Read/Write?

Yes to both. I’m a Creative Writing major so dkljfhljkdf

52. Do You Like Your Music Loud?

Yeah! Though not as loud as some people, my ears are sensitive.

53. Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

Wrap presents. I’m not a big fan of the smell of pumpkin, and wrapping presents is a tradition for my mom, brother and I. We’d put on some music, drink some hot chocolate, and wrap as many as possible. Then my brother and I would smuggle some wrapping paper to our rooms and wrap our mom’s gift.

54. Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Somebody that I Used to Know-Gotye (listen the song still slaps)

55. What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

Winter/Spring transition. It hailed for 15 minutes straight yesterday.

56. What Are You Craving Right Now?

A popeyes 5 piece spicy chicken meal with fries and ranch. Can you tell I’ve thought about this?

57. Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

I don’t wanna.

58. What Is Your Gender?

Nonbinary, but vaguely girl adjacent. 

59. Coffee Or Tea?

I think coffee. I drink more tea, but I also drink exclusively green tea and chai (like the traditional chai made with milk not the chai teabags) and I really am not a black/white/earl grey tea person.

60. Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

OOF Yeah I do

I’ve got a thousand word readers response to “The Other Boat” by E. M. Foster, a one thousand word journal about WWI, a reflective journal check in and a powerpoint I have to make for Sense and Sensibility for Brit Lit and I also am tutoring a few of my classmates

In my biological anthropology class I’ve got a Unit Exam and a few lectures to watch

For my internship/Teachers Assistant position I’ve got 17 10 page rough drafts to read and give in depth comments on as well as a portfolio I have to assemble for next year’s TA bc I’m transferring, phone meetings with the 17 students who wrote those rough drafts, and I’ve gotta compile some resources for my professor

I need to finish my memoir for my independent study and I have to present. my nonfiction memoir. to my classmates. on Zoom. I’m one of two people doing a nonfiction memoir for their independent study the rest are doing fiction, poetry or a literary analysis paper so like. My classmates are gonna be talking about their fiction piece and then I’m gonna be giving a 15 minute reading and Q&A about a piece that focuses on my trauma and being hate crimed so that’s fun.

I also gotta get some stuff done for my school’s lit magazine.

61. What Is Your Sexuality?

A known bisexual™

62. Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

I try to but I forget.

63. Favorite Pokémon?

Togepi, Blissey and Togekiss.

64. Favorite Social Media?

I hate to say it but it’s tumblr.

65. What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

If it’s longer than six stories, I’m not watching it. Unless I know they’re gonna be fun or we’re really close then I will.

66. Do You Get Homesick?

A bit. I’m still really homesick for my hometown tbh because that’s where all my family except for my parents are. I’m really close with my extended family, so being isolated from them feels like there’s an emptiness at my side.

67. Are You A Virgin?

No.

68. What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

Redken Frizz Dismiss. I got those big fucking bottles you can get at Ulta where it’s like a gallon of shampoo so I haven’t had to buy any in over a year.

69. If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

I’ve slept in my car before and I will do so again most likely. Also $60 is too much to spend for a motel room.

70. Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

Yes. Though I’m much closer to my mom than my dad.

71. Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

Idk shit about movies tbh.

72. Do You Miss Your Ex?

One of them yes, the others no. But the one I miss I also acknowledge is someone who had their place in my life at the time and helped me through some rough shit, but no longer has a place in my life. I appreciate the hell out of him though, and we’re on good terms.

73. What Is Your Favorite Quote Right Now?

I’ve got two!

“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth” –Ophelia, Hamlet

and

"Suffering feels religious if you do it right." –Chelsea Hodson

74.  What Eye Color Do You Find Sexiest?

Brown. Especially the almost black-brown eyes.

75. Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

Yes to both.

76. What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

Chocolate covered pretzels ljhflfsd

77. What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Toon Blast and 2048.

78. Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

Holy shit I hate this question. Yes, of course I would. I don’t know why mentioning that the person is homeless is relevant. Homeless people are not somehow less worthy of CPR?? What the fuck.

79. Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

...yes

80. Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

I’ve briefly skimmed over someone’s page after meeting them but I don’t lurk.

81. Do You Like Meeting New People?

Depends on my mood.

82. Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

I hate my hands so this was pushing it.

83. Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

Closed.

84. What Are Three Things You Did Today?

Corrected papers, walked my dog, did some writing.

85. What Do You Wear To Bed?

T-shirt and shorts.

86. List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

Dude I can’t do that I have too many, I’ve been buying makeup for 7 years and I used to work next to a sephora

My makeup routine pre-rona was:

Sephora brand moisturizer

Milk Hydrogrip primer

Fenty Pro Filtr Hydrating Foundation

Maybelline Age Rewind Concealer

Anastasia Brow Definer

Glossier Cloud Paint

Fenty Sunstalkr Bronzer

Fenty Liquid Flyliner

Fenty Flypencil

Fenty Full Frontal Mascara

Fenty Glossbomb

It’s...an expensive routine.

87. Are You A Day Or Night Person?

Night to early morning.

88. List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

I answered this one and I don’t want to reanswer it tbh ldkjfhds

89. Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

I genuinely can’t remember any of my dreams right now. I remember a snippet of one where I was in a cave and I looked at the wall and I could see water running down it, reflecting in the torchlight but that’s literally it.

90. Favorite Soda Drink?

I’m a big pomegranate person, so Italian soda’s my go to.

91. What Sounds Are Your Favorite?

The sizzle of meat hitting a hot wok, rain, hail, thunder, the crunch of dry leaves. I also love the sound of Simone de Rochefort’s laugh. It’s so good.

92. Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

Jeans.

93. How Do You Look Right Now?

Shitty.

94. Name Something That Relaxes You.

Skyrim ldskjfhd

95. What Tattoo Do You Want?

I really want to get my family’s mon on my ribcage and my mom’s Japanese name somewhere. I don’t know how my pain tolerance is but if I can handle it, I’d want to get at least a partial sleeve.

96. Favorite YouTuber?

Polygon and Watcher.

[hailcyeon]

hiraeth | 06

Pairing: Jaehwan x Reader Genre: Sci-Fi, Royal AU Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: PTSD mentions

"Hakyeon lets out a strained sigh, the air getting caught somewhere in his throat as he exhales. He has his hands in his pockets, looking older than you've ever seen him."

You roll out of bed the next day well into the afternoon. Bright sunlight filters in through the pale blue curtains as you try to get your bearings. The past few days feel like a fever dream, but the shining city outside tells you that you are indeed back in your homeland. Not that you recognize much of it, of course. Even taking into account your minimal exposure to anything beyond the palace walls before your exile, the city has spent the last ten years spreading, growing like a moss over the landscape. And off in the distance is Yuseong River, an iridescent snake splitting the city in two.

After brushing your teeth, you groggily wander downstairs, hoping Hakyeon has procured breakfast in some non-curry way. You catch the barest glimpse of a stranger sitting at the dining table before she hurtles herself toward you, embracing you tightly and obscuring your vision in a cloud of dark hair.

“I didn't believe it, but it's true!” she whispers in a rush next to your ear. The woman finally releases you and holds you at arm’s length to get a better look. Possessing a model-like grace and beauty, she looks entirely unlike anyone you normally interact with. But under her pearly white smile and perfectly sculpted eyebrows, you get the distinct feeling you’ve met before.

“Hakyeon said he found you, but I honestly didn't believe him,” she rambles. “He says a lot of crazy things and—” She breaks off, blinking and pursing her lips. “And, you don't remember me, do you?”

“Ah,” you begin awkwardly, not sure what to say. The woman seems so familiar to you, like you might have seen her in a movie or a dream, but that doesn't seem quite right. Then, at her disappointed sigh of your name, something just clicks, your eyes widening in shock and recognition.

“Sora?”

She beams, wrapping you in another fierce hug. “Oh, you do remember!”

You hear Hakyeon's chuckle off to the side somewhere. “You're crushing her, Sora.”

She releases you quickly as her grin turns sheepish. “I'm sorry. Hakyeon warned me to be gentle with you, but I got a little excited.”

“It's okay,” you say, feeling dazed.

You're back in Asadal now, of course you would run into people from your childhood. It’s just a little hard to reconcile the mental image of your old best friend, all skinned knees and frizzy hair, with the put-together beauty in front of you. If reuniting with Hakyeon was a blast from the past, Sora’s presence feels like actual time travel. “What are you doing here?”

Still smiling, Sora takes your hands and leads you to sit down at the table, now devoid of Hakyeon's various documents.

“I brought her,” Hakyeon answers, leaning against the kitchen island. He's in a fresh set of clothes and looks slightly less haggard than yesterday, though the dark circles haven't budged. “I thought we could use some help reacclimating you with the court.”

Sora nods. “When Hakyeon called me saying he'd found you and that you were back in the Capital, I thought he was making fun of me. But I had to come on the off chance it was true.” She releases your hands and clasps her expertly manicured fingers together. “Wait ‘til I tell grandma!”

You smile at the mention of your old governess. “How is she?”

Sora smiles softly. “As well as can be. She and grandpa have been living at the old house out in Minami province since—“ She pauses here with a wrinkle of her pert nose. “Well, since grandpa left the Council.”

You furrow your brows in worry. Sora's grandfather had been your father's most trusted member of the High Council. With what Hakyeon said last night, you suppose it's only natural the king would dispose of him first. You count it as a blessing that he's still alive.

“And Sanghyuk?”

Sora rolls her eyes heavily. “Still with me in the Capital, still as bratty as ever.”

You smile, glad to hear of her little brother. The image of small, waifish boy clutching at his sister fills your memory with that pronouncement. It was easy to get attached to the kid after years of being followed around on your and Sora’s adventures through the palace. You’re reminiscing when a sudden thought occurs to you, and you spin in your seat to face Hakyeon.

“What do you mean reacclimate myself to the court?”

“My father,” he starts, “has requested your presence at the tower.”

“What.” The idea is so abhorrent that you think you've misheard.

Hakyeon sighs deeply. “I received a message from one of the king's secretaries this morning. It seems he does indeed know you're here, and he wants to see you.”

“When?” you ask simply.

“Tomorrow morning.”

You nod in understanding, seemingly calm. In reality, you've gone completely numb at the thought of standing face to face with the man who murdered your family, stole your kingdom, and almost murdered you as well.

“There's no way to refuse, is there?” A statement more than a question.

Hakyeon shakes his head. “I'm not sure what he wants, but it would be unwise not to go.”

You nod again, anxiety creeping up the back of your neck through the numbness. “What do we do?”

“I have a plan.” Arms crossed, Hakyeon has a look of foreboding.

“Let's hear it.”

“You're not going to like it,” he says with a slight grimace.

“Let's hear it,” you repeat, more slowly this time.

With a sigh Hakyeon runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing. “The kingdom is under the assumption that you are dead, and they have been since your disappearance. The people were forced to accept my father as king only because there was no other choice.”

He stops in front of the window, back turned and hands clasped. “While he certainly has his supporters, the people don’t love my father. They don’t support him the way they did your parents. And with the recent civil unrest, he has never been more unpopular with the common folk.”

You furrow your brows and look to Sora for confirmation, and she nods ruefully. “It's particularly bad down south.”

“So, what am I supposed to do?” you ask.

Hakyeon turns around to face you, arms crossed again. “The king could use some support. If you can convince him you've arrived to help solidify his power, he'll be inclined to leave you alone while we work on deposing him.”

“You want me to be the king's personal cheerleader,” you say, deadpan.

He grimaces again, but nods. “For lack of better term.”

You can't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “You were right, I don't like this plan. I hate this plan.”

“Think about it,” Hakyeon implores. “The king already knows you're here. He’ll want to know why, and knowing my father, he will feel threatened by your presence. Convince him and the rest of the kingdom you’re here for his sake and he will be forced to leave you alone.”

At your skeptical look, he continues, clearly having pre-scripted this conversation. “Plus, you'll have a great vantage point of being involved in the court. I don't have a lot of allies there, and as I told you, I need access to the king's systems.”

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “Hakyeon, this is dumb. How are we supposed to explain my miraculous reappearance? What makes you think we can convince him of anything?”

“Because he has no choice,” Hakyeon states firmly. “My father's grip on the realm has always been tenuous at best, and he knows it. He may have his sycophants now, but they will turn on him at the drop of a hat.

“As for your reappearance.” He pauses. “I think my father has always suspected you survived.”

“How do you figure?” A chill runs down your spine at the very notion. That the king knew, waited out your years in exile.

Hakyeon shakes his head. “I just know. He never relaxed after I got you out of the kingdom. I covered my tracks as best I could, but still.” He smiles suddenly. “You're his worst failure.”

“I'm glad my not drowning was such an accomplishment,” you mutter darkly.

Sora speaks up from the side where she has been listening intently to your conversation. “What happened that night?” she asks in a soft voice.

Your jaw clenches and your muscles tense, as they always do when thinking back to that time. Hakyeon, taking your silence as a concerning sign, immediately tries discouraging the topic.

“Sora, I don't think now is the time—”

“No, it's okay,” you interrupt, your voice sounding impossibly small, even to yourself. “I've had time to come to terms with it.”

Hakyeon raises an eyebrow, apparently skeptical. “Have you?”

“Somewhat,” you clarify, rather embarrassed. To say you’re over your trauma would be a blatant lie. But it had been ten years ago, and you refuse to hesitate in front of your old friend, regardless of the constant anxiety and occasional nightmares you still have.

You swallow heavily and shake your head. “What do you remember about my parents’ deaths?”

Sora looks like she slightly regrets starting this conversation, but obliges. “There was a fire.” She pauses, pursing her lips and averting her eyes. “The king and queen were called to the Assembly House. Everyone did what they could, but they couldn’t put out the fire until it was too late. Except,” she says, huffing frustratedly, “everyone knows that's a lie.”

“Do they?” You're curious as to how much of the kingdom knows the truth.

“Well, not everyone,” she admits. “Just anyone in the court at the time. Grandpa warned your parents that something was going to happen.”

This is news to you. “He did?” You wonder just how much was known, if all this could have been prevented.

Sora nods. “You were away at school, but the entire High Council and half the magistrates seemed to know something was up with your uncle.”

You look to Hakyeon who nods as well. “I tried keeping an eye on my father, but you know he's always kept me at an arm's length. There were plenty at court who warned your parents that he could strike any moment.”

You look down as your heart clenches. They knew. Your parents knew they were marked for death. “Why didn't they run?” you whisper, half to yourself.

“They didn't want to abandon the kingdom,” Sora says, looking to the floor sadly. “Grandpa ranted about it at home, about how they were too noble for their own good. Grandma at least managed to convince them to send you away.”

You suck in a deep breath to ground yourself, but your hands curl into fists, nails cutting half-moons into your palms.

There’s only so much you could have done, right, from your position as a sheltered child? Your uncle had never seemed outwardly dangerous. A little weird, a little intense, popping into the palace randomly after long periods away. Your father never had the best relationship with his estranged older brother, your uncle always a little too desperate for leverage in court. But you never thought, never dreamed that he would do anything about it. If only you had spoken up.

“So everyone knows?” you ask in a hollow voice.

“Not the citizens. But the magistrates, the council, half the court even.” Sora looks at you, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “I'm sorry.”

You attempt a smile that lands closer to a grimace and shake your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Sora. In fact, your grandpa saved my life. Along with Hakyeon,” you add, glancing over to your cousin.

The prince flushes slightly. “I had very little to do with it.”

“I wouldn't be here today if not for you,” you assert. “You remember the funeral?” you ask, turning back to Sora.

She nods. “I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I wanted to come see you the second you got back to the kingdom, but whenever I tried some court attendant or whoever would tell me you were busy.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle darkly. “They wanted to crown me immediately. They probably would have done it at the airport if Uncle hadn't stepped in.”

“I have a theory about that,” says Hakyeon. You raise an eyebrow and he continues. “I think my father assumed that he would be allowed to rule as regent for the time being. You were still a minor, and I think he planned to gradually take over officially.”

“But the Council had different plans,” you finish for him.

Hakyeon nods ruefully.

“I think everyone was afraid of the crown falling into your uncle's hands,” Sora adds.

“Instead they just spurred him to take drastic measures.” Hakyeon's jaw is set in anger, but you're too tired to be mad at what a group of old men did so long ago.

“He sent his men after me,” you explain, turning back to Sora and finally getting to the story. “I don't fully remember what happened, but I remember being dragged from my bed in the middle of the night.”

You squeeze your fingers, doing your best to distract yourself and keep your heart rate down, but it isn't quite working. In your mind, you’re back in a dark, stuffy van, head swimming and lungs struggling to take in air. Wake up. Wake up. Wake. UP.

“I think I may have been drugged as well,” you add quietly, arms crossed firmly in some semblance of keeping yourself together.

Sora's eyes have gone wide at the revelation.

“After what happened to the king and queen I tried to stick as close to my father as possible,” Hakyeon continues for you. “I noticed him being more secretive than usual, and I instructed your grandfather to check in at the palace,” he explains to Sora. “I'm sorry I didn't move quicker. From what I gather, there was a chase. The men tried to transport the princess out of the Capital, but were held up at the bridge crossing Yuseong River.”

He looks away, unable to face you, while you're just doing your best to keep breathing normally. In your dreams you often re-live waking up with water in your lungs, darkness all around you. The memories are just as vivid ten years later.

Hakyeon lets out a strained sigh, the air getting caught somewhere in his throat as he exhales. “Together we got her out of the country.” He has his hands in his pockets, looking older than you've ever seen him. “The few loyal members of the Council and I, I mean.”

You nod. “They set me up with an apartment and fake documents for school and a little money. And that's where I've been until now. And,” you pause for a deep breath, “now you know.”

You're enveloped in a crushing hug once again as Sora jumps out of her seat toward you. “I'm sorry,” she whispers against your ear.

You shake your head, hugging her back. “It happened, and it's over.”

Sora releases you, then stands and surprises Hakyeon with a hug of his own. “You too, you silly prince,” she says emphatically. Hakyeon awkwardly pats her on the back and you almost laugh at the sight. Sora straightens and turns to face the two of you with a determined look in her eye.

“Okay, so what's the plan, how can I help?”

#vixx #vixx au #vixx n #cha hakyeon #vixx fanfic #vixx fanfiction #ken x reader #idol x reader #f: hiraeth #sorry again for taking so long #i've been doing a lot of traveling #and then i got sick very suddenly #editing was also a bitch #i struggled a lot with whether i wanted to keep this chapter as just the conversation #but i ended up going with this #because it's pivotal to the story #thanks again for hanging around and reading! #i appreciate you guys more than i can say <3

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Okay so I’m currently in a car on a potentially periled freeway somewhere in Wisconsin driving home from the P!ATD concert with Jess in the snow, so that’s fun. Today’s been pretty good though. I was glad I was actually able to get my ass out of bed when my alarm went off at 8 this morning because I was tempted to sleep in but I knew that was stupid when I get to sleep in all damn week because I’m not doing anything with my life right now. But I got up and got ready, took the 8:41 bus off to church. The temperature when I woke up and looked at my phone was precisely 1 degree, so I went ahead and retrieved my single digit weather monster coat that I save for these circumstances when it’s really really bad because it’s fucking huge and a pain to deal with (but actually rather successful at staying warm, so that’s good). Made good time despite the weather and got to church like ten minutes before the service started (which is like optimal). The service was very good, as always, but our female pastor was preaching and I always love her messages, lol. She was preaching about being redirected in life and used the time when Moses was stuck in the wilderness for 40 years with the Israelites and particularly the use of his staff (because God would be like “hit this rock with your staff and water will come out” when the people needed water) as a way of leading and just like trusting God and listening when things do not go according to our plans for them. So that was good and the music was really good too. After the service I went to the kids volunteer lounge (where I was late for our little powwow since I didn’t sneak out of the service early because I was sitting more in the front than usual) where we chatted quickly to hear what the game plan was and go from there. Once we had that figured out I went to the babies room and we started getting babies. We only had a few when the service started but then it picked up and we ended up with like 15 lol but we had five people helping so our ratio was still okay. Overall things were actually really calm, only really had like one kid crying at any given point so that was pretty good, I bounced around between a few kids, had a very cute little boy that I was handed when his parents dropped him off who seemed snuggle-inclined at first so I thought he might be clingy but he steadily worked his way off of me and into playing. He was like 8 months old so he was doing a lot of crawling and like turning himself over and such. One little girl had a diaper blow out that looked real bad but thankfully I didn’t have to deal with that. Then I had a little girl for a while that wanted me to sit on the chair in the corner with her on my lap so we did that for a while. But yeah, overall it was pretty good, no real complaints. It was slightly warmer when I was getting ready to leave but I didn’t have enough patience to do public transit an hour home once again so I opted for an Uber pool that was not badly priced. Got home at like 1:50, at which point I retrieved my almost completed Italian rainbow cookies which I had to cover in chocolate still. So I got them out and melted the chocolate candy coating I’d bought for this purpose because it melts really smoothly and is easy to deal with, which it was, and spread it over the top then put it in the fridge to harden for half an hour while I changed and grabbed stuff to get ready. Depending on how snow turned out we wanted to be prepared about the possibility of getting stranded in Milwaukee overnight if it were snowing because Jess’ windshield wipers have been frozen to her car for a few weeks so if that wasn’t remedied and it snowed we could’ve been fucked, so I grabbed a bag and packed pajamas/meds in case we needed to drive back early tomorrow morning. Half an hour later I took the cookies out of the fridge and cut them into actual cookie pieces because it was just one giant cake like thing that had been assembled in layers and now has to be cut. The chocolate cracked a lot on top while I was cutting it despite my efforts to warm up the knife some so that wouldn’t happen, which I was semi-frustrated about but I also knew it was inevitable up to some point because these cookies just tend to be very messy and difficult to keep assembled, but overall I wasn’t that mad. I put them in two Tupperware containers, one for my fridge and one to take with me so Jess can take them to work with her tomorrow (her coworkers are definitely under the impression that we’re lesbians and this will not help that at all but it’s funny). Shortly afterwards Jess came and picked me up and we were off on our way to Milwaukee. So we made most of the drive ok, we were seeing if we could unfreeze her wipers by keeping the heat and the defroster on for the like hour we were driving up to the first Culver’s when we cross over the Wisconsin border (because cheese curds) but they were still frozen in place. So we got food/ice cream (I got ice cream and cheese curds, Jess just got cheese curds and a coke) which we ate there and talked to a few teenage employees who noticed our P!ATD shirts (that we bought yesterday) and asked if we were going to the concert. When we were ready to head out we looked up where there was like an auto shop store of some sort in the general direction we were going and headed there to see if the windshield wiper issue could be fixed. Jess’ little brother had said to get some de-icer fluid to pour over them that should help and we found that but then we talked to an employee who brought us this can of spray (which was much cheaper than a like, gallon of wiper fluid) that was for that specific purpose and had like a scraper at the end of it to assist in removing ice. So we checked out and returned to the parking lot to do this thing. We turned the car on (because heat) and started spraying it everywhere and trying to remove ice where we could. They were pretty solidly frozen so at first them were just like not moving at all but we kept spraying and trying to get them to move and idk if it was something in the spray or just like prolonged exposure to ice but both of us had like, the most painfully frozen fingers while trying to do this, like ohmygoodness it was SO BAD like my fingers have gone numb before but this was just like raw pain and SO COLD so this was truly torture but we kept spraying (and like we were wearing gloves but neither of them were waterproof because we got the same ones from forever 21 in like October when we were freezing in NYC so they were just getting wet and not helping) but we kept fucking spraying and slowly, painfully, we got the wipers free and felt very victorious and then returned to the car to drive the rest of the way and try to unfreeze our very frozen fingers which took like 20 minutes to regain full feeling in our fingers. So we drove the rest of the way to Milwaukee and to the concert venue which when then parked a bit down the street from for the venue that was $15 because the attached parking garage was $40 and we ain’t about that 😂 so we parked and walked and got on a relatively short outdoor line to go through the metal detectors and get our tickets scanned. When I got the tickets from stubhub they were like “must print! Don’t just have it on your phone!!” so I printed them and then we got there and the lady was like “do you have them on your phone? We don’t actually do printed tickets at the venue at all” and I was on top of my shit and had them pulled up on my phone (and because Jess was pestering me to have them ready to go) so we got through without issue. We were up in the nosebleed seats way at the top that had a very steep incline with concrete steps which I am so not about after watching a woman fall down such steps at my cousin’s graduation like two years ago and it was absolutely horrifying so ever since that I’ve been very paranoid about such steps so I was not happy about those but I managed to get to our seats which I was mostly okay with as long as I wasn’t looking directly down and at the stage area instead, lol. So when we got in there there was a girl with a not-excellent blonde wig on singing with two male dancers, so they did that for a while, apparently her name was Betty Who and she was Australian, to her credit she was definitely u Sent from my iPhone

so that was me getting home and emailing my draft from my notes on my phone to my laptop where I will continue typing it now. I just bought like 6 songs off iTunes that I knew but didn’t own lol because the same one is stuck in my head, but now I write. but singer lady to her credit was definitely singing live so that is good. they had a second opener then, two feet, who was fine, they were just...not P!ATD.....and that went on till like 8 so we’d been there for an hour and we’re like....can they just come out now please? but then they’re offstage for a bit and then a ten minute timer appears and that counts down to when they actually get onstage. The musicians were like on three slightly elevated squares in the back of the stage, three brass instrumentalists, a drum set, a set of stringed instruments (two violins and a cello, I believe) who were only onstage for some songs, and then there were there two guitar players (one female, which was cool) at the corners and then there was a front triangular stage area coming out from that (because it was like the symbol of their new album or some shit like that) and then finally as the timer hit zero Brendon Urie popped up to the stage from a little circular area and he like came up relatively fast and jumped as he did so it was just like he was shot out onto the stage, lol. I know they're a band and not just a singer, but he was definitely doing at least 75% of the work. There were some backup vocals from the guitarists but most of it was just him. He had really intense stamina, I know doing a tour like they’re doing takes a ton of energy and he was on top of it the whole time, and his voice was very strong, he used his falsetto a lot and there was never like, a sour note or anything (I know he was in Kinky Boots for a bit and you could tell he had a Broadway-caliber voice). But they started with the newer stuff of course some of which I knew and then brought a piano up and did Nine in the Afternoon which was fun. Then he made his way through the crowd which took like an enter song because he was stopping to hug like every person on the way and it was really cute, at one point there was apparently a nun in the audience and he was like “sister, I’m so glad you’re here!” and he found a kid at one point and talked to him for a few moments which was cute. But he eventually made his way to the back area where there was like vocal equipment and such and there was a piano, not sure if it was the same one or not, that’d been lowered down on a circular stand onto which he got and then he proceeded to play a song while they lifted the piano on the stand up into the air and flew it over the crowd all the way back to the stage and like. I was having so much secondhand anxiety watching him lol which is literally ALL PHANTOM OF THE OPERA’S FAULT because this never used to be a thing but now I’m always like “what if that falls????” and I’m not great with heights sometimes too so I was cringing a bit at that lol but it was overall very impressive. All of the music was very good, prior to when they came onstage they had passed down the row these little pink paper hearts which said on them to put over your phone light during the song “Girls/Girls/Boys” so when that came on we did it and like, whoever organized this whole thing (apparently her name is Leah, so thanks Leah) did a really fucking good job because each like second had the same color hearts but all differed from each other and then the floor seats had a bunch of random colored ones that created a very rainbow effect whereas the other seating areas were more of the blocks of color on the other LGBT flags (or that’s what I thought of it, at least). I’m pretty sure he ended up with like, three pride flags by the end of the song from the audience, he was holding one, had one on as a cape, and then had another one somewhere and like, it was honestly really touching and I was basically on the verge of tears lol it was just so sweet and well done, it was a really good moment. I was happy to see that I did recognize at least a majority of their stuff, I didn't like, follow them super closely over the years but I knew their major stuff and some of their new stuff, so I was satisfied with that, and a lot of the new stuff I’d heard around enough to have a general idea of what it was (the whole thing that started this was the song “High Hopes” because back when we were trying to win Jingle Ball tickets by calling into radio stations every single time the song they’d play to signal the time to call in was High Hopes so it kinda became our joke and then we ended up at the concert, lol). Then when the concert “ended” they of course came back for an encore, during which they sang the classic “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” which he described as “the song that started it all” for them and they had like shots from the music video on the screens at the back of the stage which was definitely a blast from the past lol but it was very fulfilling to see in concert all these years later. He was saying that he’s pretty much been doing this for 15 years now since he was 17 and just like how thankful he is for all his fans that come out and make all this possible and I was feeling very soft about all of it, lol. But yeah, I think that’s the highlights, the whole thing was really very good and I enjoyed it a lot. Once it ended for real we headed out, we were both thirsty but of course all the food vendors had closed up by then and we opted to skip the very long bathroom line on the thought that we’d hit up a gas station or mcdonalds once we get on the freeway. We managed to find the back staircase which was much less crowded than the escalators/main stairs so we managed to make it down relatively quickly. Walked back to the parking garage and made it to the car, only to be stuck in a very long line to check out because the people running the parking garage decided to have people pay going out instead of coming in, and then we discovered they were only accepting card and not cash, so this all resulted in a very, very long and slow moving line that spanned several floors of the parking garage and we had to have spent a solid 25 minutes waiting to get out of the damn place, and Jess was getting nauseous at this point so we just really wanted to get out of there. We finally made it to the front and had to scramble to get a card instead of the exact change we had ready for them in cash 🙄 but then at least we were free and got to the freeway relatively quickly. It had started to snow at this point so visibility in general and especially seeing the lane dividers on the road were getting very difficult to see and like I’ve dealt with that before driving and it’s really fucking scary so Jess was definitely starting to panic, at one point we tried to pull off and run to a gas station but the road was like that we couldn't get to the damn thing from where we were and she was just so anxious at this point we said fuck it and just powered the way through the rest of the way home. Once we got off the freeway the visibility was a lot better since there are like, streetlights and shit, so we could relax a bit after that. But yeah, made it the rest of the way home, Jess dropped me off and I got inside my apartment, changed into my pajamas and then continued writing this and now I am here. It’s just past 2 am but I didn’t take my meds until like 30-ish minutes ago so they’re just really starting to kick in now. I should probably at least try to go to sleep though, not that I have anything in particular I have to do tomorrow but staying up too late is never really a good idea, so I’m going to attempt to go to sleep now, we’ll see how that goes. Goodnight loves. Hope your Monday doesn’t suck.

#daily journal #January 2019 #Jess tag

[duckymcauthor]

Truth or Dare? (Stony)

Pairings: Steve x Tony, Nat x Clint

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Jarvis

Genre: Fluff, insinuated smut

Warnings: Drinking, language, kissing, licking, minor violence, imprisonment

Word Count: 2,645

Summary: Tony gets bored and drags the Avengers and a reluctant Loki into a good ol’ game of Truth or Dare. Loki catches on to some lies being told by Tony and Steve, as well as some tension between the two, and decides to use his magic to spice up the game a bit.

A/N: This is my first ever completed Marvel fic, as well as my first fic posted on Tumblr! I’m a sucker for Stony, and this was really fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

Exactly a day had passed since the Battle of New York. Tony Stark sat alone on a couch in the middle of Stark Tower in a grey t-shirt with Iron Man on it and baggy red sweatpants. Well, was it really Stark Tower anymore? A couple letters were missing, but that was beside the point.

'I'm bored out of my mind, but I'm too tired to go find something to do,' Tony thought to himself with a groan.

"I know!" he blurted aloud. "Jarvis, put me on the intercom!"

Jarvis' artificial, accented voice echoed into the room, "Yes, sir."

"Avengers!" Tony yelled, grinning at the sound of his voice booming loudly throughout Stark Tower. "Assemble!"

Steve and Bruce were the first to appear, running into the room panting, Steve in full uniform and Bruce in looser clothing for whenever he needed to Hulk out.

"What's going on, Stark?" Steve raised an eyebrow, noticing Tony didn't have the Iron Man suit on.

Before Tony could answer, Natasha ran in with Clint close behind her, both in their uniforms. They looked at Tony with puzzled expressions, then looked to each other.

Thor ran into the room seconds later, dragging a certain God of Mischief with him by the arm. Loki had a muzzle over his mouth and cuffs secured tightly around his wrists. Thor planned to take him to Asgard, although his father had to make sure certain things were taken care of before the brothers could return. Loki was forced to stay in Stark Tower until Thor was permitted to bring him to Asgard to face Odin's wrath.

"What's the meaning of this? I have Loki contain-," Thor tried to say.

"Well, you see-," Tony began.

Steve cut him off. "Cut to the chase, Stark."

"I was bored, and there was no way you all would have come down here unless you thought it was an emergency."

The other Avengers collectively groaned. Even Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You woke us up because you were bored?" Bruce seethed, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

"Easy there, big guy," Tony put his hands up in defense.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going back to bed."

"I can't believe you, Tony," Nat yawned, sighing as well. "And me too, Steve."

The others nodded in agreement and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Tony yelled. Everyone froze, turning back to face him with annoyed expressions.

"What if... why don't we play a game?" Tony continued with a hopeful glint in his eye.

"A game?" Thor asked, intrigued. He was much less tired than the others, considering he was a God.

"Oh no, we are not playing a game now," Steve practically yelled. "It's probably one in the morning!"

"Especially not if it's Tony's idea," Clint agreed.

"Oh, come now, friends!" Thor smiled at everyone, his positivity radiating off of him. "We have barely spoken since yesterday, it would do us good to spend time together!"

No one could argue with that. Thor's positivity was simply infectious. No one had the heart to disagree with him.

"Fine," Nat rolled her eyes. "But this better be good."

"Yes!" Tony yelled excitedly. "Go get changed into something comfy, and then meet back here. You won't regret it."

"I'm going to have to disagree with that," Steve sighed for the twentieth time that night, going off to change.

Reluctantly, everyone agreed and went to change as well. Steve was the first to return in a navy blue form fitting tank top with his shield on it and black sweatpants. Bruce sat next to Tony on the couch soon after in a plain purple t-shirt and black basketball shorts, still annoyed and tired, but more calm. Thor squeezed himself at the end of the couch in a black tank top with grey sweatpants, trapping Bruce in the middle of Tony and himself. Loki sulked over to the chair next to Thor that was directly across from Steve, wearing a dark green form fitting tank top with green and black fuzzy pajama pants. Nat went to sit on the couch near Steve's chair with a dark grey t-shirt and maroon gym shorts on. Clint followed behind her in a Walking Dead shirt and black pants, sitting next to her.

"So what is this game we are playing, Man of Iron?" Thor inquired once everyone was settled.

"Well, I thought we could go with a good ol' classic game of truth or dare," Tony smirked.

Everyone groaned simultaneously, hoping Tony was kidding. Thor and Loki only looked confused.

"What are we, twelve?" Clint laughed.

"Oh, come on!" Tony rolled his eyes, getting up for a second to grab something from behind the bar. He pulled out a bottle of vodka with seven glasses. "We can spice it up a little."

Tony began handing out glasses. Everyone seemed much more willing to play now, except...

"This is not a good idea!" Steve shouted, a horrified look on his face.

"Come on, Capsicle!" Tony chuckled. "What could go wrong?"

"May I remind you that the man who tried to kill us yesterday is in the same room as us? And you're going to get us drunk?"

Loki's eyes lit up maliciously.

"Like I said, what could go wrong?" Tony shrugged as he started pouring vodka into everyone's glass.

"You're unbelievable," Steve spat as Tony filled his glass, which he wasn't sure how it even got into his hand in the first place.

"You flatter me, Rogers!" Tony chuckled, setting the vodka on the table.

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving Tony lightly.

"So, how do you play this 'Truth or Dare'? It must be a Midgardian game, as I have not heard of it," Thor's voice boomed, breaking the tension between the two boys.

Tony took a swig of his drink before saying, "It's simple, really. Someone asks someone else 'truth or dare?' If the person answers truth, they get a question which they have to answer honestly. If the person answers dare, they have to do whatever it is the other person tells them to."

"Like... a slave?" Thor's brows furrowed.

"Woah, no," Bruce finally piped in while everyone burst into laughter.

"It's like a challenge that you have to do," Nat added.

"Ah, I see!" Thor beamed. "This game sounds fun!"

"See! Thor is into it!" Tony nodded at him approvingly. "Now, let's all enjoy this. Drink up!"

Everyone clinked their glasses together and took a swig, except for Loki and Steve. Loki physically couldn't drink due to the muzzle and handcuffs, so he simply growled.

Steve stared down at the liquid in his glass, swishing it around before saying, "Screw it." He then proceeded to down the contents of the glass.

Everyone cheered, while Tony clapped Steve on the back. "I knew you'd come around."

"So, who's starting?" Clint asked.

Loki groaned again, struggling with the cuffs. Thor pulled the muzzle off of him. "What is it, brother?"

"I can't exactly participate in this foolish game if I'm in chains, now can I?" he hissed.

"Cut 'im loose, Thor!" Tony yelled.

"That's a terrible idea," Steve argued, glaring at him.

"Live a little, Rogers," Tony winked.

"That's the goal, Stark. To actually live and not be killed by our enemy the day after battling him."

"Buzzkill," Tony rolled his eyes. "Release him, Thor."

Thor moved to free Loki. He set the muzzle and cuffs down next to him and leaned close to his brother to say, "If you try anything, brother, Dr. Banner will have no mercy."

Loki nodded coldly, wringing his wrists.

"Does anyone listen to a word I say?" Steve face palmed himself.

Loki leaned forward, picking up the glass of vodka and bringing it to his lips. He drank slowly, immediately spitting the drink out. "This is absolutely disgusting."

Thor glared at his brother, his voice low as he said, "Loki."

"What? Can you honestly tell me this isn't the most revolting drink you have ever tasted?"

"I was attempting to be polite," Thor sighed.

"Woah, woah, woah," Tony chimed in. "You mean to tell me you've had something better than my personal collection of the finest shit?"

"With certainty," Loki smirked.

"Prove it, Reindeer Games!"

Loki looked to his brother for permission to use his powers. He wasn't keen on bringing out the Other Guy. Thor simply shrugged in response.

Loki picked up the bottle on the table with a wicked grin on his face. He performed a quick enchantment, making the bottle light up with green light. When he was satisfied, he poured himself a drink from the now full bottle and took a swig. "Now that's a real drink."

Everyone looked to each other before Tony finally grabbed the bottle and poured himself some. He put the glass to his mouth, saying, "It can't be that great."

A few seconds later he completely changed his mind. This was good shit, yet he really didn't want to give Loki the satisfaction of being right. "It's alright," he lied with a shrug.

Everyone else joined in, taking a sip of the mysterious drink.

"Alright? This is fantastic!" Clint gaped.

Loki grinned, satisfaction etched into every inch of his face.

Steve even decided to try it. He was utterly shocked when he took a drink and didn't hate it. He normally wasn't huge on drinking, especially since it did nothing for him, but this stuff was good. It wasn't bitter like normal alcohol. He found himself craving more.

Once everyone had had a few glasses, Steve asked, "So are we gonna play this fuckin' game or what?"

Everyone stared at him in shock. Tony raised an eyebrow at him, "Did you just swear?"

"Um, no, what are you-?"

"Holy shit! Captain America is actually drunk," Tony couldn't stop laughing.

"Fuck you," Steve snarled, grabbing Tony by the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer.

"Maybe later," Tony winked, a triumphant look on his face.

Steve was about to say something clever in response, but Thor cut through the tension once again. "Lady Natasha! Truth or dare?"

Nat shrugged, laughing as she turned her head away from Steve and Tony. "Dare!"

"Hmm," Thor put a hand on his chin, contemplating a good challenge for her. "I dare you to drink the rest of your glass in one try."

"That's it?" Nat laughed again, picking up the glass and easily downing the contents, then pouring herself another drink. "Starting off innocent, I see."

Tony whistled, clapping for her, which just made her roll her eyes. "Wait until it's my turn, honey."

"Shut up, Tony," she resisted punching him in the face. She turned towards Loki, asking, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he decided, playing it cautious.

"Which person in the room do you find most attractive?"

"Myself," he shrugged.

"I mean, I guess you can technically answer that," she sighed. "Your turn."

"Stark, truth or dare?"

"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Dare me."

"I dare you to sit on the lap of whomever you find the most attractive," Loki smirked.

"Sorry, can't sit on my own lap," Tony chuckled.

"Tony Stark, I am the God of Mischief and Lies. Do you not think I can see right through you?"

"It's the truth! The most attractive person is Steve Rogers!" he covered his mouth in horror, realizing what he had said.

Steve looked at Tony in utter shock as Loki said evilly, "Now there's the truth."

"W-What the hell did you do?" Tony stuttered, still unable to believe what he just admitted.

"Well, this game isn't fun unless you complete the dare or speak the truth, so I put a few spells on you all to ensure you have to do just that."

"Well, fuck you too!" Tony almost screamed. Steve was still speechless. "Clint, truth or dare?"

"...Dare," he replied hesitantly.

"I dare you to... um-"

"Did you forget your dare already, Stark? I believe you should be on a certain Captain Rogers lap right about now," Loki's eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Fine! You win!" Tony refilled his glass, drank all of it, then poured himself another before walking the short distance to Steve.

Steve tensed, shaking his head and holding his hands up in defiance. "Don't even think about-!"

But it was too late. Tony slid back onto Steve's lap, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair. Steve grumbled something incoherent before grabbing the alcohol and pouring himself another glass. If he was going to get through this night, he was going to need it.

"Anyway," Tony cleared his throat, causing the giggles from his teammates to subside. "Clint, I dare you to lick Nat's cheek."

"Ew, why?"

"Just do it, Legolas."

Clint sighed, leaning closer to Nat, who stiffened a bit. He quickly licked her cheek before pulling away and blushing.

Nat wiped his saliva off her cheek, a light blush dusting her cheeks as well.

Clint coughed, changing the subject quickly. "Thor, truth or dare?"

"I'm still fucking here, you know," Steve said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Tony whistled, patting Steve's chest. "Capsicle has a temper!"

"I am not afraid of these challenges, so I choose dare!" Thor grinned, completely ignoring Steve and Tony.

"I dare you to hug your brother," Clint smirked.

"Easy enough! Come here, brother," Thor smiled brightly, engulfing Loki in a tight bear hug.

"Let go of me you idiotic piece of-" Loki began before Thor finally let go.

"These challenges do not phase me, Clint Barton," Thor said triumphantly.

"It wasn't really a challenge for you, I just wanted to make Loki suffer," Clint shrugged.

Loki glared at him venomously before Thor made him snap out of it.

"Truth or dare, brother?"

"Dare," Loki answered nonchalantly.

"I dare you to do your impression of Captain America."

Steve sat up quickly, almost throwing Tony off of him. Tony threw his arms around Steve's neck to keep from falling off.

"Excuse me?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

Loki smirked, shapeshifting himself into a clone of Captain America and standing up. He mocked Steve's American accent perfectly, saying, "Oh, this is much better. Costume's a bit much... so tight! But the confidence, I can feel the righteousness surging! Hey, you wanna have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless America!"

He shape shifted back to his regular form, bowing dramatically as everyone clapped and laughed hysterically. Everyone except Steve, of course, who was stunned into an angry silence.

"That was pretty damn accurate!" Tony laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"It was not!" Steve blushed in embarrassment, hitting Tony on the shoulder.

"Rogers, truth or dare?" Loki grinned.

"Oh god, now you remember I exist," Steve face palmed himself. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss the person in the room you think you're in love with."

"I'm not in love with-!" he began, but his hands were already moving on their own, grabbing a fistful of Tony's shirt.

"Oh shit!" Nat laughed, whipping out her phone, opening the camera, and pressing record.

Tony's eyes widened, as he stared into Steve's eyes, who was pulling him closer. "This is a joke, right?"

"I'm not doing this! He has some spell on me!" Steve protested just before their lips met.

Tony melted into the kiss, shutting his eyes and cupping Steve’s face in his hands.

Steve grabbed Tony's hips, dragging him closer and kissing him with passion. He bit down on Tony's bottom lip, causing Tony to moan softly and open his mouth just enough for Steve to slip his tongue inside. They continued to kiss for at least a few more minutes, not pulling apart once.

"Loki, you can take the spell off now," Bruce looked at Loki nervously, not sure if he should intervene.

Loki laughed, a devilish grin forming on his face. "Oh, I took the spell off before their lips even touched."

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[notafeeling]

Hey sweetie how was your day

this was a joke but then i figured i had nothing else to do so now its just really long whoops

well for starters i woke up to my alarm going off at 6. despite getting heaps of sleep, i could not for the life of me drag myself out of bed. my eyes refused to stay open so i allowed myself to rest them for a little while - and then it’s somehow 7 and i need to rush to get ready for school. i waste time on tumblr a bit and warn my friends about the up and coming ICAS test later today. next i haul my semi-exhausted body into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. i re-enter my room to chuck on my sports uniform and head to the kitchen - not to eat anything, but rather stare at the fridge and check the apples that i still refuse to eat because they have white stuff on them. i remember that i had packed the last of the biscuits into a plastic ziplock bag and hidden it behind some stuff, so i take it out under the guise of “making my lunch”. i put that in my bag and put on my shoes and socks. then i waste more time on tumblr, because i simply have no life. next thing i know, i hear the door slamming shut and i have to race out of my room, only to hear my mum locking it. i use my keys to unlock the door and try not to think about her getting into her car and then i exit my house, relocking it. i trudge my way over to her, tempted to ask why she did that but not wanting to listen to her talk about how i need to get ready faster. i spend the entire drive to school in silence, making myself feel crappy because it’s what i do best. when we get there, she tells me that i’m walking home. i wave hello to the twins i see most mornings and continue my way to outside the school library. this girl calls out my name and waves, so i say hello back, and continue on my journey. once i’m there, i see Crush™, person i don’t like, and person i don’t know but was involved in... an incident yesterday. i awkwardly make conversation until finally my other friends start arriving. at 8, the library finally opens and us cold souls make our way inside whilst our other friend says that it’s not cold at all. inside, we don’t do anything until the bell rings for assembly. we go over to the sports hall. we’re forced to sit through notices but i don’t really pay attention, like usual. assembly goes through the period one bell, which sucks because i actually like my period one class (english). finally we’re allowed to go and i trudge up G Block stairs until i get to G14. i wait outside with the rest of my class until the-one-teacher-any-of-us-like arrives. he lets us in and we race to find good seats, apart form the left side of the class who are set in their formation. he hands out sheets of his thesis paragraph that we spent the whole english lesson yesterday arguing over and we being highlighting reference, appraisal and conjunction words/phrases. during this, we’re told to also highlight those things on our drafts. my friends and i who did harry potter instead of hatchet had to get some help and we realised that we forgot to mention Hogwarts at all. i get advice on my draft. some kid in my class reminds our teacher that there are no period one-two bells, so he lets us out. i resent this because we have ICAS next lesson and my friends and i stay behind as long as possible. by the time we get there, the class is already inside. i make a joke as we climb up the stairs that maybe nice-cool science teacher will continue to teach us tuesdays and that the boring-science-teacher-who-hates-us was just a dream. when we hear his voice, we are sorely disappointed. the class files into the room with separated desks and we’re immediately filled with dread. we spend the next hour or so doing our ICAS science and in the last 5 minutes, i realise i’m an absolute idiot who can’t get this done. i start panicking a little, but i move on and skim questions, putting down the answer that looks right/is oddly specific. afterwards, the kid next to me tells me that for the last ten questions he put ‘c’ because it was statistically proven to be more common. im slightly more relaxed as everyone talks about how for the final bit, they had to speed through and guess. then we have lunch, and i cant remember too much other than that Crush™ and i got kindly given money for our lunchless selves to buy food. when we come back, two of our friends are tossing an apple back and forth. i want the apple, but they admit to dropping it several times, so i stick with my honey soy chips and mandarin. by the end of lunch, the apple is dripping with juice from being flung against the ground so much. next we have pastoral care, which none of us care about. we’re noisy as we enter and are sent out. the teacher makes a big deal of this and asks us if we’re this noisy in all our classes. for some reason, some people think it’s a good idea to lie and say we’re not, which sets him off on “what? so you don’t respect me? is that it?” during this time, i keep accidentally making eyecontact with my friend who shares the same opinion of him as i do and we try not to laugh. eventually, he lets us back in and me and two of my friends don’t do anything apart from look up jobs because we found out it was perfectly legal. the lesson flies by and nobody cares because pastoral literally doesn’t teach us anything. it’s break again, and i can’t remember much about it other than that me and Crush™ take a walk around the school and up to A Block, where i see a student who was in the grade below me in primary. i ask her what she’s doing and she admits to wagging. i  tell her im disappointed and she apologises to me, her mother. (it’s a thing we have going on.) the bell rings and we force ourselves to head back to the library. we enter and do nothing, aside from talk about how my internet isnt working. our two music friends, who had a music exam for the first quarter of class, finally show up and we beg them to let us use one of their laptops as mine isnt connecting to the internet and we need it to catalogue books. tall friend gives us hers and Crush™ immediately checks her history. we no longer believe tall friend is as innocent as she claims. then people tell us that the reason why nobody’s laptops are working is because the internet is down, so we have to only catalogue the books we know. this inspires me to go after every single LGBT book i’ve read. the two music friends are back and one of them is LGBTQ+ so i spend the rest of the lesson recommending her authors that write very much gay books. it’s home time and lgbt+ friend and i walk out of the school and walk to her house. then i continue on for another twenty minutes until i get home. im exhausted but try to pay attention to my brother, until i eventually ask him to leave my room. he does and then i go back to tumblr, thus inspiring this long recount of my day.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Chill » Conor Maynard

Requests: Can you do an imagine where you're dating Conor and get on well with the boys. You're all round Conor's, the boys are watching footie and you're feet are up on the couch and up over jacks lap as you're leaned up against Conor with his arm wrapped around you. And you're all screaming at the game and eating pop corn. Fluff. Fluffy sheet.

Can you write something about Conor fracturing his ankle and y/n looking after him?

You had been seeing Conor for around six months now, and his friends and family had only found out two months ago, as the both of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret for a while. Gradually, you were introduced to his brother, his friends, his parents and his sister but you had yet to be introduced to his fans. You were so glad that you got on well with the people Conor had chosen to surround himself with, albeit not getting along with his brother at first because it meant that you could hang out whenever you wanted.

Today was one of those days; you had slept around Conor’s new apartment last night after spending a week away from him, as he had just come back from a trip to Brighton. You had spent yesterday furniture shopping in London with each other for his new flat, which was hard considering just a couple of days ago he had fractured his ankle.

You couldn’t fathom how many times you had to tell the boy off for walking on his bad foot; the doctors had clearly instructed him to use the crutches they had provided for him to take the pressure off his foot, but no, the boy couldn’t just listen. Instead, he had hidden the crutches from you and you searched high and low for them before leaving yesterday morning, which had left you extremely annoyed.

“You’re going to injure yourself even more, Conor!” You had scolded him.

“I’ll be fine.” He had said.

His brother Jack, Mikey, Joe, Caspar, Josh and Oli were coming around layer today to help assemble some stuff and whilst awaiting the arrival of the boys, you were snuggled into your boyfriend’s side. The doorbell rang and you pulled yourself away from Conor.

“I’ll get it.” Conor told you.

“No, you will not.” You informed him sternly. “That foot had better still be resting on that pillow when I come back or there’ll be consequences.”

You got up, catching the oldest Maynard roll his eyes at you making you raise an eyebrow but nonetheless continued your journey to allow the boys into the flat.

“Y/N!” Jack cheered entering the flat. “How’s my favourite girlfriend of Conor’s doing?”

“She’s being annoying!” His brother whined from behind you.

“Conor Paul Maynard, if I turn around and you have moved from the sofa you’ll wish you were never born.” You hissed.

“Could you give me a ten second head-start?” He asked nervously.

“Just sit down!” You told him. You, Conor and the other boys made your way to the living room and spread yourselves evenly out on the two sofas. Conor was on your left and Jack was on your right with Joe next to him on the one and Oli, Mikey, Josh and Caspar were on the other.

You all talked for a bit and soon you were sitting watching the seven of them struggled to fit tables, chair and all sorts together. You laughed and giggled each time one of them got frustrated or hit their finger with a hammer after trying to hammer in a screw. Sometimes Caspar really did amuse you and make you question his sanity.

“Babe?” Conor whined; after the TV stand and TV were put up, the boys all gave up and reassembled on the sofas.

“Yes, Conor?” You sighed.

“Considering I’m not allowed to get up, can you make us some popcorn?” He asked grinning.

“I guess so.” You told him getting up. You planted a kiss on his lips and steered yourself around and over the boys’ legs to the kitchen. You popped the kernels in the microwave and separated it into four bowls. You balanced them in your arms and carried them to the boys in the living room giving one to Caspar and Josh, one to Mikey and Oli, one to Jack and Joe and placed the last one on Conor’s lap for the two of you to share before sitting in your place next to him.

“Thank you darling.” He smiled wrapping his arm around you and kissing you. He took the remote and switched the football on making you groan.

“And here I thought we were going to watch a nice film.” You quipped sarcastically.

“Babe, the football’s on. Nothing comes over the football.” He grinned teasingly.

“Not even me?” You pouted.

“Hm.” He hummed pretending to think about it. You gasped and slapped him playfully making him laugh.

“You love me really.” You teased.

“Do I?” He smirked. You huffed jokingly and folded your arms over your chest. “I do!”

He stuck his bottom lip out when you didn’t look at him and began placing kisses on your shoulder. You finally give in when he whispered ‘I love you’ into your ear, and leaned into his chest.

“I love you too.” You replied.

“Stop being so cute!” Josh teased making you blush and hide your head in Conor’s chest.

“Someone’s just jealous he hasn’t got a boo to kiss him better.” Conor grinned. “It’s not the only thing she kisses better!”

“Conor!” You gasped as a chorus of laughter and ‘ew’s echoed around the room. Jack shook his head and stood up from his seat next to you as his phone rang and left the room to answer it. Taking advantage of the empty space next to you, you propped your feet up on Jack’s seat. You leaned back into Conor and let his arm wrap around you, his fingers instinctively running through your hair.

Jack came back a few moments later and noticed your legs on his seat. You grinned as he laughed and shook his head at you lifting your legs before sitting down and placing them on his lap. You were so glad Jack had learned to accept you after, with the help of Conor; convincing him you weren’t after his brother’s fame or fortune.

 “What are you really after?!” The blonde boy demanded after cornering you in his, Conor’s and Josh’s old flat; you boyfriend had just left to go to the shop to pick up some necessities and Josh was over Caspar’s.

“What?” You asked confused.

“You heard me! Why are you with my brother?!” He growled.

“Are- are you really asking me that?” You questioned — shock was an understatement. You felt tears filling up your eyes; you knew from the start Jack didn’t like you but this was a whole new level of being mean.

“Yes I am! If fame is what you’re after you can get out now!” He hissed.

“N-no.” You whispered sharply.

“What?” He snarled.

“I’m not leaving!” You spoke up. “Even if it means having to put up with his dick of a brother who thinks the only reason I am with him is because I want a couple of followers on twitter then I’ll do it because I love him, and loving someone means not giving up on them.”

You wiped the tears that had fallen from your cheeks and brushed past the youngest brother. You stormed up to your Conor’s room and fell on his bed letting the tears flow. It hurt to know that someone thought you were conning your boyfriend into thinking that you loved him.

Conor found you asleep later when he came back and noticed the mascara stains and tear tracks on your face. He undressed you and slipped one of his shirts on you, tucking you under the blanket whilst cuddling up to your side. He scrolled through his phone with your head on his chest until you woke up and then asked you what had happened.

Through teary eyes you told him the story of what had happened between you and almost cried ten times harder when you saw the look of pure anger on the singer’s face.

“I’m going to kill him.” He growled.

“No!” You protested. His eyes softened when he glanced at your state, which probably paralleled a train wreck.

“Y/N, I can’t let him treat you like this.” He told you gently. “He did it once and I come home to find that you’ve cried yourself to sleep.”

“I’ll get used to it.” You reasoned.

“You shouldn’t have to.” He sighed.

“I don’t want to get in between you and your brother, Con.” You whispered.

“I don’t care, Y/N. I’m not going stand by and let him speak like that to you.” He said firmly.

“Jack!” Conor yelled storming into his room and gaining the younger boy’s attention immediately.

“What?” He replied nonchalantly not looking up from his laptop screen.

“You are going to go upstairs and apologise to Y/N right now!” He growled.

“Why?” He huffed.

“Because you accused her of using me!” He answered in disbelief.

“Because she is!” He hissed closing his laptop and facing his brother. “Why can’t you see it?”

“I can’t see it because there’s nothing for me to see!” He barked. Jack opened his mouth to speak but Conor held up his hand to silence him. “If Y/N was with me for my fame, don’t you think my fans would know by now? Gee, even you and the boys didn’t find out until two weeks ago and then we had been together for four months!”

“But—”

“No ‘but’s Jack! I am in love with the girl upstairs and I’m not going to let you ruin it for me!” He exclaimed.

“…Okay.” Jack replied after a while.

“Okay?” He frowned.

“I believe that you are completely in love with her and after earlier, I can see that Y/N is in love with you too.” He admitted. “I’m sorry bro.”

“I’m not the one you need to be apologising to mate.” Conor told him and left the room. Later on that day, you came face to face with Jack again but this time, instead of all the horrible words he had spoken earlier he apologised to you. Being a ‘forgive and forget’ person, you had easily forgiven the boy and discovered he was actually really funny and could be nice. You had grown to become quite close over the past two months and you could even go as far as calling the boy your best friend.

As the boys watched the game contently, you kept falling in and out of sleep but you were brought back to reality each time one or all of the boys yelled when someone had scored. You were just falling into sleep when you heard the boys whispering quietly amongst themselves.

“You really do love her, don’t you Con?” Jack asked.

“I do.” He replied stroking your hair and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew there was a smile dancing across his face. “With all my heart.”

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