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alonelysimp · 3 years

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Genshin Band Au

Characters: Yanfei, Xinyan, Barbara, Y/N (reader)

WC: 1975

Warnings: No beta we die like hilichurls

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, No Ships, Headcanons, Bulleted

Spotify Playlist: Pov: you're in a band with Xinyan Yanfei and Barbara

《 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 》

Once when you were having lunch with Xinyan and Xiangling, Xinyan said something along the lines of “wouldn’t it be cool if i had a band?” and you, of course, jokingly said “if you started a band, then I wanna be the first member to join” and that’s basically how it started

You offered Xiangling if she'd like to join as well but she declined. As tempting as a life like that sounds, she’s set on her dream to be a chef. “I’d rather be your biggest fan!”

Not really knowing where to go at this point, you suggested posting a notice to the bulletin board beside the long-unused alchemy table and the one beside the adventurer’s guild typically reserved for commissions, but Katheryne gave you permission to put it up.

Xinyan had already begun to have the beginnings of a fanbase at this point, but it wasn’t really much of a surprise you hadn’t heard anything in a few days. You had even gone so far as to ask the traveler to keep an eye out.

Thankfully, the traveler was more successful than the both of you, bringing back a letter from both the top legal advisor in Liyue and the Idol and Deconess of Mondstadt. When you asked them how or why they put in so much effort, they just smiled and waved you off. The only payment they wanted were some small shiny rocks you had laying around as paperweights that you got from a hilichurl. Odd, but you insisted they accepted mora as well.

And so, on the agreed date mentioned in both of the letters, courtesy of the traveler setting up, you sat around a table at Wamin with a few assorted dishes of Jueyun Chili Chicken and Crab Roe Tofu. By the end, you were able to convince both of them to join. It was a bit.. really hard in the beginning, with Barbara and Yanfei having jobs. Barbara living in Mond didn’t help much either, but after some work it became manageable. You agree to meet every week at Pop’s Teas, one of the vendors at the stone gate. It would only take half an hour-ish each way.

“What should we call it?” You ask, languidly setting down your tea. Xinyan looks at you, still hunched over a few sheets of paper with her head propped up on her hand. “The band,” you clarify. Barbara hums from across the table, pressing a finger to her lip.

“I have a few ideas.” Xinyan pulls a blank sheet from the pile and scribbles BAND NAMES at the top. “Let’s brainstorm them while we’re all here.” One by one, you begin to throw out ideas.

Firelytical

Rockin Resistance

Wildfires

Illuminated Flames

Inferno

Sudden Freedom

She taps the pen to her lip, thinking of other names to suggest.

“These seem a bit.. fire-centric, even for a pyro-based band,” you comment. Yanfei nods, still deep in thought.

“Oh that’s a good idea, y/n.” You glance over, seeing Xinyan write down “Pyrocentric” on the list.

“Maybe it’d be best if we came up with ideas and shared them next week?” You nod at Barbara’s suggestion.

“I’ll keep a notepad with me in the office…” Xinyan tosses the pencil back on the table, watching Yanfei pull out what you assume to be the notebook and flip to a page, moving on to the next topic of discussion. “Costumes,” she says as her lips twist into a slight frown.

“Oh! I have some ideas for that,” you pull a sketchbook out of your bag, showing them your ideas. “I’m not very good at drawing but.. I wanted to keep some bits of your normal clothing too, I hope it’s not too much.”

“Y/n these look so amazing!” Barbara smiles, moving one to get a better look.

“Aw these are so awesome!” Xinyan slides over the one for her, grinning. Yanfei nods, looking over hers. “I could totally make these.” Her eyes sparkle with interest, radiating in the sunlight. “Oh,” she looks back up at you. “If you don’t mind, that is.” You wave her away, giggling under your breath.

“If Barbra and Yanfei don’t have any adjustments to make, I’d love to see my designs come to life!” You sip your tea, which has long gone cold by now. Barbara turns the paper around, pointing at the skirt on the page. “What if we add another one under it? If we make it a different colour, it’ll pop more.” You nod, pulling out a sheet and writing it down.

“Oh, oh y/n what if we added something here too?” Yanfei points to a slightly emptier spot on the hip. “Like an uhm…” she trails off.

“What if we put something like this from Xinyan’s?” You put your finger on a braided cord. “Like a belt, I guess?”

“Oh yeah yeah and I could put my vision on it–” she unconsciously reaches to touch the pyro vision at her side.

“Y/n?” Barbara sets aside her tea, as if she just found out the hard way that it’s cold. You hum, the pencil in your hand tapping against the page as you note details for Yanfei’s costume. “Thank you for working so hard on this!”

A few other names had come up during the week; BXY, Fiery Vale, and such, but you settled on Fervent Apricity. An odd name, but it’s meaning was able to win everyone over; the intense heat of the sun in the midst of winter. It fit the band well, you thought. Perhaps one day you should be able to live up to the name.

After a few months of dragging Yanfei away from her work to teach her the bass, which she picked up scarily fast (perhaps it's an illuminated beast thing?), you were able to arrange something with the millenith to not crash your debut concert. Yanfei suggested she just continued practicing for a while before she performed with it though.

You agreed that since there were only four of you, it wouldn’t be too much to have all of you as vocalists. Barabra lead vocals and choreography, Xinyan with lead guitar and harsh vocals, Yanfei rapping and eventually bass guitar, and you playing drums.

Tonight was the night. The night that Fervent Apricity would set foot on the stage for the first time. To be completely honest, you were a nervous wreck. Ignoring your worries didn’t make them go away, much to your annoyance.

Xiangling set up a food cart nearby, though she got distracted listening more than she cooked.

You sat in front of the drums, only moments left before you started. This was it. You’ve practiced so many times, it’ll be a breeze. Xinyan counted down, the strums from her guitar filling the summer night air as the concert began.

You would’ve felt bad being this loud so late at night, but by the time you had finished, you attracted not only a good portion of the residents in the harbor, but the wholehearted support of the largest fleet that docks in Liyue. The Crux and her crew! You recognize a lot of people from Xinyan’s previous concerts, loyal fans you assume she’s gained, and a good few handfuls of new faces. Travelers, probably.

You played into the night, without a care in the world for who may be listening. It lasted almost half an hour longer than one of Xinyan’s normal concerts. If you had to put the experience into one word, it was freeing. You were alive. The feeling was… incredible. But, as the adrenaline wore off, you came to realize how undeniably tired you were.

And so, that breathtaking performance marked the day that you would start your, Fervent Apricity’s, journey of becoming one of the most popular bands in Teyvat

For the week after, you had been working out the details of the next large concert. Xinyan carried on with her nightly performances, you caught word of Barbara still performing in Mond, although slightly less than usual, and you had been exchanging ideas with Yanfei. Despite her job and work schedule, she proves to be a great help, almost overwhelmingly so. After the second day, it felt more like her setting it up and running it by you instead of the other way around. Not that you could really complain, just a little less work for you.

After a few months of performing regularly in Liyue Harbor, Barbara suggested that you come to Mond. It’d be a new experience, since you had never really traveled outside of Liyue, but you were concerned it might affect Barbara’s reputation. She insisted. Playing with the band is something she’s proud of and the message your music brings is something she supports.

Was it running away? Finding a new audience that would love your music just as much as you did? No, just the opposite. It was finding a new audience, one that was just as foreign to it, and lighting it up one spark at a time.

You started working out the time with Yanfei and Barbara to fit their schedules and Xinyan started picking out songs she thought would be more… well accepted by the northern people and bouncing some ideas off you. The instruments weren’t much, so you were able to transport it easily. Barbara said to come to the plaza at the top of all the stairs a few days prior.

Xinyan had to tell the sentries you were here to perform with Barbara, to which they let you through with no further difficulties. People stared, and whether it was a good or bad thing, it was almost.. empowering? You met with Barbara and the other sisters, introducing yourselves as the other members of Fervent Apricity.

They were a bit weary of you, a ragtag group of musicians with a vaguely red and black colour scheme with Barbara, who had run off shortly after you arrived to change into her costume.

By the time she had returned, the makeshift stage had already been set up and a crowd began to form. It appears Barbara was quite popular here. You could tell they were a bit cautious though. Perhaps it’s because it’s pretty clear that your music was different from what Barbara usually played. All the better to prove how amazing rock could be.

There was but a few minutes left before you were scheduled to start. All the fireproofing needed was complete; you were ready to light up the city of freedom.

It was just like one of your normal concerts, a handful of songs you had played many times before. The crowd was a bit taken aback by Xinyan’s screaming, you had to hold in a laugh. You made a note to after, bring it up to her to get the crowd more fired up before choosing one that… intense. No matter how many times you performed, it was always just as lively as the first time.

Having mentioned your thought to Xinyan after the show, Yanfei came up to the both of you. She said she wanted to play her instrument in the next concert. Xinyan replied that if she wanted to then that’s a-okay but she shouldn’t feel pressured into it before she was ready

You overheard the “Barbara fan club,” as Barbara had mentioned earlier, crowding her and asking so many questions, it made you want to kick their asses to Inazuma.

“Barbara-sama, are you joining them permanently?”

“Barbara-sama, will you still be performing on your own?”

“Barbara-sama, how long have you been with them?”

“Barbara-sama, is this why you don’t let me join you to the stone gate?”

After a bit of rescuing and creep-yelling-at, Xinyan made a final announcement, mentioning the band’s name and the upcoming concert dates in Liyue.

Oh, how quickly time passes

ohmygod THANK YOU SM FOR 200- SHAWTYS ILYSM- ugh I might actually take this blog seriously soon..

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missorgana · 3 years

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and they were roommates

pairing: alex/willie, background julie/luke

fandom: julie and the phantoms

rating: general

word count: 2383

warning: swearing

summary: Luke and Reggie make a bet about who can set up their dumbass, pining friends, Alex and Willie, first. What could possibly go wrong? (everyone lives au, matchmaking friends)

(my 12 days of fanfiction event is back with another willex fic for the gays! thank you to my babe @georgiawarrs for the prompt, really hope you enjoy this 💖 uwuuu. and don’t forget, you can still send me prompts if you haven’t already!)

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“So it’s a deal, then.”

“Bring it on, dude. I’m so gonna win.”

“Not in a million years, Reg!”

…

In short, Luke and Reggie’s bet is about who can set up their shy, stubborn best friend Alex with his roommate, who he’s been crushing on for God knows how long, first.

Not as simple as it sounds.

Before you ask, no, this is not something they usually do. Or they’ve ever done before.

But honestly, Luke’s had quite enough of the blonde dancing around Willie, previously mentioned roommate, when he’s voiced his feelings for the other boy to his friends multiple times.

Their friend’s only argument when they bring it up is, “No way he’d ever date me. I’m way out of his league.”

And best friends just can’t let each other talk like that about themselves, can they?

Also, having met Willie a handful of times, it’s clear to Luke, Reggie and their moms, probably, that he’s head over heels about Alex.

Even the time Luke met him alone in the cafeteria, all he talked about was Alex. It’s honestly adorable.

And annoyingly stupid.

So, the mission’s clear: get the two dumbasses on a date, ASAP. And since Reggie insisted he could do it more effectively than Luke, they decided a bet didn’t hurt, not when they were helping their friend out.

What could possibly go wrong?

…

Reggie’s first move happened to be during the boys’ usual lunch plans, and obviously, Luke ain’t gonna miss it.

Sometimes Julie and Flynn join them, but she texted him they were late for band practice, sadly so. He totally didn’t mope about it. But Reg’s right he’ll see her after class, anyway.

Just, that’s a long time, you know? Flynn’s told them they’re too codependent on each other, but he just thinks she’s joking, truth be told.

Anyway, the boys are currently seated on the grass, giving them a perfect view of the football practice, not that they were into that sort of thing. They had to discuss the next Sunset Curve gig, which is fucking huge, and Luke can’t wait.

Julie’s written another perfect song. All her songs are perfect. Just trust him, okay?

But just as Alex’s phone pings with a text, “Hold on, it’s Willie.”, he casually throws the statement out, and Reggie looks at Luke with a spark in his eyes.

Perfect opportunity, he gotta give him that.

“Y’know, Alex,” he starts, trying painfully hard to not be suspicious, “Why aren’t you having lunch with Willie?”

The blonde discards the phone in his hoodie and blinks at his friends.

“We always have lunch together.” he answers, varily, oh God, Alex almost looks disappointed.

Thankfully, Reggie picks it up just as quick as himself, shaking his head, “I know! I know, just… uh, I mean, you’re roommates. Would be weird if you never spent time with him.”

Then he nods. Winks in Luke’s direction. That boy is the least smooth person he’s ever met.

And Alex frowns, “We did homework together last night.”

Oh, yes, the study dates. Emphasis on study, not dates.

The blonde always seems perpetually nervous when he’s brought them up in the past, which was another reason why Luke was sick of him not making a move. Although, he hasn’t talked about them for a while, surprisingly.

He steps in, Reggie should be thankful, “I just think, Reg too, you could invite him to lunch tomorrow.”

“Really?” Alex asks, looking a mixture of shocked and excited.

“Yeah, man. Julie eats with us all the time, why not?”

Reggie’s quick to add, “And Flynn!” and Luke nods eagerly in agreement.

And although their friend seems convinced, shyly smiling, picking up the phone again, he still continues the questioning, “Well, they’re in the band.”

Ugh, he’s impossible.

“But they’re also our friends, and-”

“Hey, and my girlfriend!”

“Yes, yes, dude, we know.” Reggie draws out the last syllable and pats his shoulder, “And Luke’s girlfriend. But your friends are our friends, Alex.”

Subtle argument, he likes it. Well, it’s a start.

And the blonde finally shrugs, so he thinks they’ve won him over, “Alright. Thanks guys.”

Good thing he’s texting again, not catching the two boys’ smug eye contact.

Luke knows this is Reggie’s victory, but hey, same end goal, right?

…

Two days later, Luke’s prepared to start his own plan.

In case you’re wondering, Willie was supposed to have lunch with the gang on Tuesday, however, Alex let them know he had to help out his dad and cover a waiter’s shift at the café. The blonde’s disappointment about the situation was obvious.

So it’s Thursday, and when Luke spots Willie on the way to campus, on his skateboard, alone, most importantly, he decided to act quickly.

“Willie!”, it’s hard to yell when he’s running, because, damn, he really should do something to better his shape, at least so he’s not dying after a few minutes of jogging. Luckily, the other boy hears him and slows down.

He chuckles and pats his back, not funny, “Hey, man. You okay there?”

Luke’s totally fine, of course. Just hopes he’s not totally red in the face, is all. If that’s the case, Willie’s got heart enough to not mention it.

“Definitely. Ya mind if I walk with you?”

The shorter boy looks surprised. Fair enough, he supposes, Luke always picks up Julie on the way here normally, but she’s got early classes today, so. A bit rude of the school planning, or whatever, honestly.

Maybe he misses her, which doesn’t make him cheesy, okay? It’s only been two days, but like, even when he has a bad day, when he plays wrong, or his parents argue with him, she smiles at him like it’s all gonna be okay.

Luke can’t think about her without getting sappy, so he’s gotta focus on the mission, for now, and Willie’s nodded in response, casually rolling down the sidewalk so he’ll catch up.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he tries as casually as possible, keep it cool Luke, don’t give away your true motive, “You like Alex, right?”

The other boy jumps down from the rail he used as a ramp, landing with the same surprised face as before. He also does this thing where kicks the skateboard up and catches it under his arm.

It possibly confuses the hell out of Luke, to be honest, then again, one might feel the same about him playing the guitar, or, you know, any skill you don’t have. Too much thinking.

“Of course I do.” the skater tells him simply, and confidently so.

In his mind, he can easily picture himself winning this. Huge applause, cake, the lot.

“Good! I know, but you know, you should totally invite him to one of your skating…” he pauses, because Luke’s honestly sure where he’s going with the sentence, regardless, when nothing else works, freestyle, “Gigs?”

Willie looks at him with a weird expression, then laughs heartily, turning his eyes to the ground. He hopes that’s a good sign.

“Competitions?” the shorter boy helps, to which Luke nods, but the other keeps going, “He’s come by in the park sometimes, but you might have a point with that. You think he’ll like it?”

“Uh, duh.” he says with a click of his tongue, “Not that he’ll admit it, but trust me.”

And although it sounds settled and set in stone, the skater gives him another weird look. Luke brushes it off, because really, getting dating advice from your crushes’ friend is a bit ridiculous. What’s he supposed to do when they’re so stupidly stubborn, though?

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

…

Guess what? Luke’s earned himself a point ahead of Reggie, due to the brilliant idea he voiced to Willie last week. Yes, brilliant, obviously!

“We’re in a tie, you know that right?” Reg tells him, which isn’t true at all, because his lunch proposal only half worked, and that’s exactly what he tells his friend.

The boy rolls his eyes. “Not fair”, his ass!

Anyway, Alex was excited going to his crush’s skating show on Friday, and they both consider that a win regardless. The blonde’s raving about it over band practice, well, less the show, more how pretty Willie looked when he tied his hair up in a bun.

Needless to say, they both find their friend adorable, almost can’t contain some self-satisfied smiles. So far, so good.

Their nosy attempts at figuring out if Alex then got himself together and made a move crashed devastatingly, however.

“Couldn’t talk long after, curfew.” he told them, and damn, he looked like a puppy kicked to the curb.

So goddamn annoying, but alright, this time around it was out of their power.

Luckily, it’s Sunset Curve’s next gig in two days, and Reggie’s got the perfect countermove, Luke’s gonna give it to him. This move being inviting Willie to previously mentioned concert, and since it’s the first round of Battle of the Bands, tension’s high.

Their best friend pales when they announce the exciting news.

“This is a good thing, dude! He’ll love seeing you play!”

“And us- Ow!”

“You deserve it.” Luke simply tells Reggie, crossing his arms.

“Guys!” the blonde interrupts, fiddling with the drumsticks and looking like he just saw a ghost, “I can’t just play knowing Willie’s there! What if I fuck up?”

And so Luke has to shake his head at his dear, overthinking boy. Not that Luke’s haven’t had that consideration before, hell, his mom and dad hearing their tape terrified the shit out of him, but that fear’s getting in the way of the matchmaking.

Besides, those two are meant to be. Seriously, he knows they’re barely halfway in their young lives, all of them, but they’re perfect!

Smiling at each other all the time like idiots. Luke’s got a feeling he does that with Julie, too.

“You won’t,” Reggie interrupts his own train of thought, “You never do, Alex.”

“Besides, he looked thrilled, man! We’ll leave you alone after the show.”

“Promise!” Reg chimes in, and they wink in semi-unison, just to get the point across. It’s almost worrying when Alex sighs, but he shrugs nonetheless.

“If you say so.”

…

So although the gig went fantastic, and Alex and Willie were annoyingly cute but even more so awkward as hell around each other after, Luke’s maybe going a bit crazy.

Okay, alright, it’s only the third week, but neither of the boys seem to be giving clues that they’re finally realising how stupid they are.

Maybe Luke doesn’t know, explicitly, if Willie crushes on Alex too, but it’s obvious! 99.9 percent!

It’s ridiculous how much their best friend’s pining leads up to nothing, and both of them start to understand some of those slow burn fanfictions out there. Which Reggie made him read, by the way. If anyone asks Reg, he’ll blame it on Julie, probably.

Thankfully, an opportunity presents itself on a silver platter, when Carrie Wilson throws her over the top birthday party.

To be honest, Luke’s not sure how to feel about her, given the past long feud, even though Julie’s assured him she’s changed. He’d trust her with anything, so it’s fine. And seriously, he swears he overheard Flynn asking Carrie on a date, but their friend denied it straight up to his face.

Regardless, since guests (meaning, the entire school) are usually allowed a plus one, Reggie and himself figured it was their job to arrange Alex bringing Willie along.

One weird detail to it all, before they could even bring it up, Alex chimed in, during what feels like their 500th Star Wars marathon night, “You guys… you- uh, you think I should invite Willie to Carrie’s party?”

Did the universe just thank them for their service, or something?

Of course, both boys eagerly nodded, practically jumping in their bean bags, while simultaneously making a little of a deal of it as possible.

Literally proof that soulmates exist, Luke thinks. Yes, that is melodramatic, but he doesn’t give a shit, frankly.

Only problem?

They’re at the very party, the center of the mission now, and Alex and Willie are acting just as shy as usual. The blonde’s even fiddling anxiously, like he always does around his crush, and given that they haven’t lost sight of either of them yet, Reggie voices another sigh to him.

Maybe this is a sign from the universe to not intervene, then, he supposes.

They’re at the ping pong table, the two boys, who apparently are determined to remain clueless for eternity, left for the kitchen to get more snacks.

Seems like Julie’s noticed his own beated demeanor, cause she appears at his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. He can’t not smile, just a little bit.

“What’s got you two losers down?” Flynn asks, suddenly in front of them, and Reg will probably mopily deny he jumped.

“Ugh,” is all Luke says.

“Alex and Willie are impossible.” Reggie adds, nodding in agreement, and instead of the expected understanding, Julie frowns up at him.

“What do you mean?”

Maybe Luke’s sort of embarrassed admitting the plan to her, sensing she’ll find it silly, but really, he can’t hide anything from her, and they’ve given up by now, anyway, “We’ve been trying to get them to admit their feelings for each other.”

Flynn’s frowning now, too.

“We actually had a bet-”

“Yeah, but! Like we love Alex, and he’s so lost on him. But we’ve tried everything.”

“They’re too annoying.” adds Reggie for good measure.

And all of a sudden, Julie’s giggling. Her best friend too, and judging by the look Reg’s giving him, he’s just as confused as himself. She’s so cute when she’s laughing, though, despite this boggling his mind.

“How do you guys not know this?!” Flynn’s saying, and when they’re only scratching their heads, because how do they expect them to understand that, Julie smiles her sunshine smile and pokes Luke’s chin, “They’re roommates, you know.”

That doesn’t make any sense. Whatsoever.

Not until Alex and Willie return with a bucket of popcorn, the skater hanging on to their friend’s hoodie sleeve. Of course, he makes his leave for the bathroom, kissing the blonde’s nose on the way.

Reggie looks at Luke. Oh my god, they’re roommates.

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nvvermore · 3 years

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Entr’acte

For the second time, Amaryllis drops everything and steps away from their comfort zone when Beatrice needs a teacher, this time with a very different group of students [@juliandev0rak]

words: 2108

cw: none

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“What do you think about maybe visiting the school? Maybe… teaching some music lessons?”

“You want me to teach your kids?”

“Well, I’m not asking for you to come to teach full time or anything, but,”

“I’m not very good with children.”

“If you managed to teach me, you’ll have no problem with them!”

“Beatrice.”

“I’m joking! They’re really wonderfully behaved children, I promise. Besides, how bad can you really be if you’re friends with Lucio?”

“You’ve made a good point,” Amaryllis laughs. “What exactly would I teach them? I doubt they need professional-level vocal instruction.”

“You know music! You can sing and play the piano, and probably other instruments too-“

“Guitar. And violin, but only a little.”

“See! You could teach them all about notes, how to play nursery rhymes. It’s mostly about giving them something fun to do, like art class or recess.”

“So you do want me to come in on a regular basis?”

“Well, if you’re a good fit I wouldn’t mind it…”

“Alright then. I’ll come teach.”

“Really?” In her excitement, Beatrice throws her arms around Amaryllis’s neck in a crushing hug. “Oh thank you, Amie!” They return it after a moment, arms wrapping around her middle. When they part, there’s the loveliest pink flush to her cheeks, their faces only inches apart. Reluctantly, Amaryllis breaks away from her embrace.

“I am a little busy with the masquerade approaching, but I can make time.”

“Tomorrow?” Beatrice suggests quickly.

“Tomorrow, hm? You don’t already have lesson plans for the day?”

“Ah, well-“

“You knew I’d say yes.”

“I was right.”

- - -

And that was how Amaryllis ended at the old coliseum turned schoolhouse, with carefully crafted lesson plans in hand. They had even gone out of their way to dress in the most modest and brightest dress they had in their wardrobe, along with simple pumps and opaque tights.

Once Amaryllis was standing before the doors, dressed in spring green, the gravity of how fully head-over-heels they had fallen for Beatrice dawned on them. In their right, not lovesick mind, they would never willingly venture out in such a manner. They’d even completely forgone their veil for the afternoon— it was hardly necessary to do so, but Amaryllis was dead set on being a good example.

On the other side of the doors, it seemed Beatrice had been waiting for them. Seated on a nearby bench with her nose in a book, it was the same way she’d often wait for them before their lessons together. There was nothing out of the ordinary or new about the sight of her, but Amaryllis still found themself stopping to take her in. Leaning against the wall, they watched the way her lips moved as she read, how focused she was as her eyes flit across the pages.

Soon enough, the moment passes when Beatrice finally takes note of them.“Amie!” she jumps into her feet, and Amaryllis notices the way her expression drops into surprise for a split-second. Then, she proceeds to unabashedly look them up and down, grin returning to her lips when her eyes meet theirs. “You have perfect timing! The children should be just getting back from recess. Come, I’ll show you around.”

Without warning, Beatrice takes their hand, and Amaryllis has to stop themself from giving into the urge to intertwine their fingers with hers.

Beatrice leads them through the halls, enthusiastically pointing out various classrooms and other school facilities. She tells them all about what she’s already been able to do with the school and her goals for the future. Amaryllis drinks up every word, and the passion she has for her students makes them fall a little bit more in love with her.

They make a mental note to see to it that a little bit more of their salary is directed to the school— discreetly through Nadia, lumped in with what she already uses to fund Vesuvia’s public education.

“And this is my classroom!” Beatrice pulls them into a room with rows of little desks decorated in little messes of papers and books. Amaryllis looks around the modest room, in awe at all the carefully-crafted decor she had put up all over the walls. Posters and signs that must have taken her hours and hours to make.

There was the common alphabet drawn out all the way across the front wall above the chalkboard. Large and colorful drawings acting as helpful reminders of numbers, shapes, days of the week, and months of the year. Not all of it was purely educational; messages of inspiration were all over, encouragement just a glance away for any child who needed it. Even each desk had a carefully handwritten tag spelling out each child's first and last name.

Amaryllis realizes they must have looked around the room a little too long, because when they glance back to Beatrice, she’s fiddling with her the clasp of her cloak. The instinct to assure her overcomes them, and they reach out and place their hands over hers

“Beatrice, this is lovely. I can tell you truly love your work.”

She looks hesitant for a moment, as though she might brush the complement off, but smiles after a moment. “Thank you, Amie. I really do love it.”

Amaryllis quickly squeezes her hands before taking them back. “I hope I can meet your high standards.”

“If I had any doubts, I wouldn’t have asked you,” she opens her mouth like she has more to say, but then tiny voices and giggles sound from the hallway. Something in her composure shifts then, and in a second she goes from their Beatrice to the student’s Beatrice.

Greeting each child with a warm smile as they file into the room, not an ounce of hesitance or nervousness. Amaryllis can’t take their eyes off of her, wants to take in all of her radiance that comes with her moments of total confidence. That beautiful smile of hers is then turned on them, and class is ready to begin.

“Settle in everyone! This afternoon we have a very special guest!” Beatrice addresses the class animatedly. She steps back, gesturing for Amaryllis to step up. It almost feels like they’ve somehow switched places with each other; Beatrice has all of the certainty and Amaryllis is full of worry. But they would do this, and do it well, for her, and for these children.

“Hello, you can call me Amie,” they introduce themself with the nickname instead, as their name could be difficult to pronounce for ones so young. “Together, we’re going to learn all about music!” Amaryllis glances to Beatrice, who watches them with a soft expression, and in turn she gives an encouraging nod. “For today’s lesson, I’m going to show you how to write your very own song!”

- - -

The lesson had run wonderfully, much to Amaryllis’s surprise. The class was a modestly-sized one, and all in attendance were very eager to learn. They’d begun with the very basics of treble clef, explaining the lettering and telling them the silly acronyms to assist in remembering. As the children demonstrated they were catching on to their teachings, Amaryllis shed their hesitance.

In the end, they were able to assist each student in writing out their own little two-measure song. None of them really knew they were writing, but Amaryllis could hear each little song as they went over it with Beatrice’s students. Some of them put the same note down eight times, some of them followed the alphabet, some of them randomly placed notes on the staff. It was sweet, to see each child’s method of creating.

Amaryllis’s plan was for Beatrice to hold on to what they’d written, because next time they would teach them how to sing their songs. Each child was already so proud of what they’d accomplished, and Amaryllis was truly looking forward to showing them how it sounded.

Once their lesson was concluded, it was time to wrap up for the day. Amaryllis stood back once again to let Beatrice take back over, and meanwhile they made themself at home in her desk chair. When the students finally were dismissed, Amaryllis did not expect for several of them to flock around them.

One little girl told them how pretty their hair was; another told them that he thought their scar was so cool. A little boy explained very thoroughly that he’d been taking piano lessons since he was very little. It took a few more minutes of questioning and stories and several promises that they would return next week for everyone to clear out.

Beatrice saw the last little straggler out of the door and closed it behind her. “‘Bad with children’, hm?” She was beaming again, surely pleased to have something to call them on.

“I may have lied,” Amaryllis admits. Beatrice raises a brow in questioning, settling down onto her desk in front of them. “It’s just, I don’t tend to be the best influence.”

“Amie, that’s not true,” she reaches forward to take their hand, “you were just actively being a positive influence for the past two hours.”

“I tried my very best, abeille.” ‘I tried my very best for you’, goes unsaid.

“I think you did wonderful! Even I learned things I didn’t know before.”

“Then I must not be doing enough in our private lessons.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I know, I’m simply teasing you.” Amaryllis rests their clasped hands against Beatrice’s knee. She isn’t sitting as ‘lady-like’ as she typically tends to, her legs remain uncrossed and knees apart. Her long skirts cover her all the way down to the ankle, perfectly decent, though Amaryllis’s thoughts about their current positions are anything but. Slipping their hands under said skirts, the feel of her skin under their fingers as they push the fabric up and— now was not the time or place to fantasize about her.

“You know, I meant to say,” she glances away when Amaryllis’s eyes meet hers, cheeks rosy. “You look, different.”

“I know, it’s atrocious, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely not!” Beatrice bites her lip, before continuing. “I think you look just as lovely like this,” she rushes to add, “and it’s nice to see your face. Outside of the rehearsal room. In public. That probably sounds a little odd-“

Amaryllis’s breath falters. “It doesn’t.”

“Oh, good, then.” Beatrice’s free hand picks at the surface of the desk. “Then is there a reason you didn’t wear your veil today? I’ve noticed you don’t usually go anywhere outside the palace without it.”

“It’s part of my effort to not be a poor influence,” they explain. “Little ones are so impressionable, it wouldn’t do to cover up like I’m ashamed.”

“Are you?” she blurts out, looking instantly regretful. Amaryllis doesn’t talk about these things, they never do. But with Beatrice, they feel safe enough to forgo many of their masks.

“Rationally, I know there isn’t anything to be ashamed about. But it’s,” they take a deep breath, “difficult when someone once put in a lot of effort into making you think that way. You never know who else will treat you that same way. So, I prefer to have a shield.”

“You’ve never worn it when it was just us.”

“Because I know you’d never make me feel ashamed.”

“Amie, I—“ Beatrice is cut off by a knock on the door that makes them both jump. She releases their hand, sliding off of the desk to let the interloper in. Simply a concerned parent who’s come to speak with his child’s teacher. Amaryllis takes it as their cue to excuse themself.

“I’m quite busy with preparations, so I’m afraid I might not see you again until the masquerade.”

“It’s only a few days away, and I’ll be sure to practice extra hard in place of our missed lesson.”

“Not too hard. We don’t want a repeat of the last time you strained yourself.” Though truthfully, Amaryllis wouldn’t mind bringing her tea again, or taking care of her, settling on her comfy little couch to snuggle up.

Beatrice throws her hands up dramatically. “I won’t practice that much, I promise!”

“Good girl,” they take her hand, relishing in her flustered face, “until we meet again.” Amaryllis places a kiss on the back of her hand, leaving behind a deep red stain. With a respectful nod to the waiting father, they step back out into the hall.

Normally, Amaryllis loved work. It kept them busy, kept them distracted. But they were already distracted by something other than work, and they had a feeling the next few days would be agonizing without a moment of Beatrice’s company.

#no sleep for me so i am here #i cant forget about beamie either #amaryllis leroux #beatrice viano #beamie #amie fic #my fic #i feel like i have so few tags but i do not like tagging things so its ok

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hello! i would like ur 40 song wiblur playlist

anon thank you so much for asking <333 while it would’ve been easier to just drop the link i have so many thoughts about everything so i explained why every single song has its spot on this list which was IMMENSELY fun for me

(also: if anyone does want the link i can provide both apple music and spotify but if u would like the apple music link i’d rather it be through dms or an ask off anon that i can make private!)

another also: i bolded all the songs for ease of perusing if you don’t want the director’s commentary and bolded + italicized the ones that i think fit Very Well

another another also: wrote the second bit of this on my laptop and the keyboard is p funky so if there are any typos or things that do not make sense i will try to fix them asap haha

saint bernard by lincoln: this is one of those like. Dream SMP Songs that i added because it fits into so many different relationships and plot lines and arcs but i think there’s some connection to c!wlbur somewhere out there. idk i asked my friend and he said to add it so this one goes out to him

amnesia was her name by lemon demon: ghostbur song ghostbur song! mostly comes from this lovely animatic

o valencia! by the decemberists: okay this is one of those songs that only really has one lyric that fits but is an absolutely banger so it’s here anyway. you’ll also notice a trend of quasi love songs that i relate to c!wilbur’s perception of l’manburg and i think this song shows this in a really cool way, esp with the chorus (‘and i swear to the stars i’ll burn this whole city down’ is The Line)

achilles come down by gang of youths: another one of those Dream SMP Songs. i think this fits better with c!tommy but i like it too much to remove it. this is a somewhat common trend with the earlier songs on this playlist (i’ve been building this thing since january, for reference)

brave as a noun by ajj: another Dream SMP Song. i think certain verses fit better than others when it comes to wilbur’s character but that ones that work really work

harness your hopes by pavement: a song that is one here for vibes alone. i have no idea what these lyrics mean. all i know is that i heard it, thought of c!wilbur, and put it on the playlist. thank you all for being here

evelyn evelyn by evelyn evelyn: sad-ist made this a tommy and tubbo song (as she should) so it’s validity on this playlist is questionable but folks used to compare it to wilbur and tommy’s relationship during the pogtopia arc and i think some points were made there

the execution of all things by rilo kiley: i’m so excited to get here because this was the first song i put on the playlist that i think really works and i thumb nailed an animatic for the last verse and november 16th so! i think it’s a good l’manburg song and the last verse has some good ghostbur lines (‘and lately you’re all alone with nothing left but sleep/but sleep never comes to you, it’s the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak’)

i’m just your problem from adventure time: this ones a bit tricky since at is my favorite show of all time and i cannot detach this song from its in-show context very well but there is a very cool animatic with this song that landed it a spot on the playlist

man burning by josh ritter: almost became an animatic but the audio i wanted to use (which i recorded at a josh ritter concert and it’s just him and his guitar and there’s echo and it’s very haunting and pretty) has my stepbrother singing in the background and i could not edit it out so. that will probably not happen. but anyways the only hole i would pick in this song is that it’s mostly about self sabotage which isn’t really applicable but i think the imagery is cool

mamma mia by abba: here me out. here me out. this is another song that fits so well and i have spent so many hours thinking about this and somewhere there is a note on my phone explaining how every single line relates to c!wilbur’s entire arc from founding l’manburg to the resurrection (made when we thought gbur was going to get resurrected in january) and just. the metaphorical ‘you’ is l’manburg does this make any sense (another almost animatic except now that wilbur’s actually back it might become an actual animatic)

the other side of paradise by glass animals: no idea why this is here other than being a Dream SMP Song. it’s good tho

infinitesimal by mother mother: they saaaaay it stared with a big bang but they saaaaaaaay it came out of a small thing latelyyyyy i’ve been feeling like a big bang You Know

curses by the crane wives: had a thing drawn out for this song showing the comparisons between c!wilbur and c!niki because of the chorus and i think the last two lyrics of said chorus are the best thing about this one

lonely eyes by the front bottoms: gotta admit that i have no idea how this song got on here but i’ve come to associate it with ghostbur based on vibes alone. it’s a friendly song he’s a friendly ghost it works. the other tfb song coming up fits a bit better methinks

king of new orleans by better than ezra: not to put better than ezra on my c!wilbur playlist but like. something about the whole ‘tasing something up to let it fall’ motif makes me think

get me away from here, i’m dying by belle and sebastian: another almost animatic song (there’s a trend here). not only does the story told in this song work i like the lines ‘play me a song to set me free/nobody writes them like they used to so it may as well be me’ in relation to my l’manburg

montgomery forever by the front bottoms: certain bits and pieces of this song fit so well, specifically the chorus and those bits in the last two choruses Yeah (’montgomery forever and ever and ever and now they’re blowing it up/(x2)/as you started laughing and crying and trying to explain how all you want to do is leave’)

don’t look back in anger by oasis: out of all my almost animatic songs, this one got the furthest. the animatic, which I got pretty far in thumbnailing, was about wilbur and tommy and kind of drawing comparisons between their characters, also about the revolution in general. maybe i’ll finish that animatic one day idk

snow by ricky montgomery: i wish i had a link for this so bad but!! saw art on twitter!! with the lyric ‘bury me six feet in snow’!! and went ahfsdjfk!!

burning pile by mother mother: a Dream SMP Song. also a jam there’s no real specific connection for this one but i think it could fit in a couple of ways

rounds by the oh hellos: in the same position as snow except it was on tumblr..... @ whoever made this comic i saw these lyrics in your brain is massive and your art is incredible

lovely by mt. eddy: on here for vibes alone. there’s something in the lyrical content too, but my thoughts in that regard are not very fleshed out

adventures in solitude by the new pornographers: ah yes..... the song that prompted this all...... this is a beautiful and incredibly well written song and if you’re going to listen to any song off of this playlist i’d encourage you to listen to this one. it’s place of here is mostly cause of the chorus but the imagery in the verses could all represent a part of c!wilbur and i’d love to explore that more

caught in the middle by paramore: obligatory paramore song. i think it got on here because limbo = ‘middle’ but i’m not quite sure. on the verge of being deleted if i can find a better pmore song

delicate by damien rice: one of the oddest songs on this list and i am well aware that it sticks out like a sore thumb. a song that’s on here pretty much because of one lyric, which is ‘and why’d you sing hallelujah/if it means nothing to you’ which i related to both eret’s betrayal and how my l’manburg is hallelujah yknow

bang! by ajr: almost animatic song. i think we all know what the bang is here

somewhere only we know by lily allen: ik i said don’t look back in anger has the most potential to get made into an animatic but this song might actually take it place. on par with adventures in solitude in terms of how pretty of a song it is, and probably even moreso. it’s kind of turned into a ghostbur song in my head, and makes me cry like an infant child every time i hear it

a pearl by mitski: i cannot defend this song’s place on here past the line ‘it’s just that i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended’

eight by sleeping at last: the official c!wilbur song needs a spot on here <3 if i can dig up the clip of cc!wilbur talking about this song in relation to his character i’ll add it but until then yeah <3

always by rilo kiley: no idea why this is on here but it fits well!! could not tell you why!! banger!!

celebration guns by stars: it’s a hauntingly beautiful song about war, and kind of one of those that necessarily isn’t about wilbur but moreso his place in the story? idk how to explain it but yes

passerine by the oh hellos: it’s. it’s from the . the fic. yeah h

oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place by bright eyes: added this after the real resurrection and i think it’s because fo the imagery? also the last verse

we are beautiful, we are doomed by los campesinos!: all i have to say is ‘i cannot emphasize enough that my body/is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel/harboring these diminishing, so called vital organs/i hope my heart goes first, i hope my heart goes first!’ has always made me think of pogtopia era wilbur :(

dead weight by jack stauber: no real connection other than eret played this song during a break during the ghostbur’s january ‘resurrection’ and i heard it and went :0

point me at lost lands by tired pony: gives me season on l’manburg vibes..... i love how free and passionate it sounds and that's p much the only reason it’s on this list haha

ghosting by mother mother: added this five seconds ago because i could not BELIEVE it was not on here. ghostbur song. mans sang it on that one stream with the reverb and everything. the lyrics ‘i will be kind and i’ll be sweet/if you stop staring straight through me’ hit particularly hard back when everyone thought that ghostbur was actually wilbur in disguise

#oh man. oh man #this was so fun ty anon #i'll do some spell checking after i write my english paper but for now take this #wooo boy #also if i interpreted canon wrong i do apologize i am here to have fun and think about fictional character #anon #ask

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Gravity Falls/LIS2 AU

The last place Sean wants to spend his Summer is in a weird town in the middle of no where, Oregon, reconnecting with a Mother who hadn’t wanted to see them in years in her weird tourist trap. But Daniel is determined to go and his Dad gives Sean little choice but to babysit him.

But soon it becomes clear there is more to Beaver Creek than meets the eye and the strangeness of the town soon unlocks some family secrets and strange abilities. Maybe their Summer won’t be so boring after all.

AO3

“Lyla, I will die of boredom.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she replied, her voice a little tinny still. The bad reception was just one of many reasons that Sean was having an awful time. (In the week and a half since they had arrived, he’d already made a list.)

“Nope, it is exactly as bad as I’m saying.”

“I mean, come on, you’re Mom’s there. What’s that like that?”

Sean scowled. “Number one on reasons this place sucks. All she talks to us about is all this weird mystic stuff she likes. Her store is so weird, it’s all crystals and bad poetry.”

Lyla snorted. “Really?”

“Yep. Not to mention this is the whitest town ever.” He glanced out the window, where Karen was smoking, notebook in hand and ducked his head before she could spot him. “There are no cool people.”

“Come on, you have Danny.”

“I get enough babysitting at home thanks.” He glanced outside again, wondering exactly how long he could bitch on the phone for and call it a break. “Anyway, this place is just making Daniel weirder. He’s convinced this place is magic or something.”

“That’s sweet. Hey, we used to play witches when we were kids, remember?”

“Hey, you were the witch, I was a manly wizard.”

That time Lyla actually laughed. “Sure dude. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Anyway, we were into the Harry Potter books, you know before terf-face ruined them. Daniel is into the ancient runes and fake spell cards Mo- Karen sells.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Ugh, only you could find him adorable. That’s only because Daniel doesn’t kick you in your sleep-”

“Did Lyla call me adorable?”

Sean sighed as Daniel barged in. Not much had changed since home tehre at least, apart from the fact they now shared Karen’s attic room. (Bunk beds, making the being kicked in the shin at night thing even more annoying.)

“Hey, I’m kinda on the-”

Daniel yanked the phone and rolled on the bed. “Hiiiiii Lyla. Do you miss us?”

“Give me that back.”

He wiggled out of his grap. “Did you know Sean talks in his sleep, it’s so weird-”

“You would know about weird,” he grumbled, snatching his phone back, only to find the shitty signal had finally cut out on Lyla. “Dude.”

“Sorry.” Daniel grinned at him. “Hey, I’m helping Mom restock, can you help me reach the top shelves?”

He checked the time on his phone. He had almost managed a whole brother-free hour.

“Guess I should I get back to work.”

“Cool.” Daniel followed him downstairs, bouncing with energy. “Hey, Sean what does terf-face mean?”

Sean was stuck behind the register, although the store was still empty. He wasn’t sure why Karen insisted on such early opening hours when no one else showed up.

He rubbed his eyes, the early start not helped by the fact Daniel had been reading with a torch all night. He had picked up a weird book from the store or something. Of course he would pick up a late night reading habit once they were sharing a room.

“I brought you guys some toast.” Karen balanced the plate on the top of some unsold art books. (Her organization was as great as her parenting.)

“Thanks Mom!”

Sean poked at a black spot under a thick layer of peanut butter. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I gotta do some inventory but I’ll be back up for lunch.”

“Can we go to the cool diner? Chris says the milkshakes are great.”

Karen smiled. “Yeah. Does that sound good Sean?”

He grunted in response and her grin flickered.

“Right, work. You boys got this.”

“We’re not your boys,” Sean muttered, although she didn’t hear.

“Why are you so mean to Mom?” Daniel asked, his mouth full of toast. “She’s always nice.”

“Right, she’s been real nice the first nine years of your life.”

Daniel looked up at him with big eyes. “Sean…”

“Fine, I’ll try. Put those eyes away Bambi.”

He smiled. “So, I was thinking the strawberry milkshakes are Chris’ favourite but I like chocolate more so you could get one and we could share?”

“Huh, yeah, sure.” Sean had only been half listening, distracted by the newest customer. Waking up early suddenly had its appeal. The girl had matted purple hair, an arm full of tattoos and a guitar strapped to her back. She caught him looking and winked.

“Are you okay Sean? You just went really red and-”

“What? No. Shut up.” Sean moved into a more casual position, his eyes still fixed on the pretty girl. His elbow knocked the tip jar and it fell off the edge. “Shit-”

“Here.” Daniel put it back. “Woah…”

“Good catch Enano.”

“Yeah. Catch! I totally caught it.” Daniel smiled a little suspiciously. “Hey, you said a swear, you owe me a dollar.”

“A dollar? It’s only a quarter at home.”

“Now we’re away from Dad, you’re supposed to be a good influence.”

“You get a quarter.” Sean dropped the coin in his hand. “Be cool.”

“What?”

“Hey boys.” The purple-haired girl leaned against the other end of the counter, an easy smile on her face. Her voice had a faint Southern tang. “So, I come to this town every Summer and I don’t recognise either of you cuties.”

“I- we- um-”

His brother beat him to it. “I’m Daniel.”

Cursing his stammering, he finally managed to introduce himself. “I’m Sean.”

“Why hello. I’m Cassidy.”

“Hi. Um, cool guitar. You play?” (Internally, Sean cringed: You play? Why else would she have a guitar?)

“Yeah, funnily enough. I’m actually here to hand out flyers for my band’s show. Could you hang it up?”

“Yeah.” Sean took the flyer. “Your show is this Friday?”

“And every other Friday. You wanna come?”

“I’m invited?”

Cassidy laughed. “Yeah sure. It is a concert. You’re lucky you’re cute, City Boy.”

“City boy?”

“It’s on your sweatshirt idiot,” Daniel whispered. Seattle Track Meet, 2015. He was frowning in the general direction of Cassidy. “We’re busy Friday so-”

“No. Nope, I’m not busy. Ignore him.” Sean flattened his hair. “I’ll be there Friday.”

“I’ll look out for you City Boy. Nice to meet you.”

Sean waited until Cassidy had left before pumping his fist. “Yes! She called me cute Dan!”

“You’re the worst.”

“What?”

Daniel pouted. “You promised you’d take me camping in the woods Friday. I already brought us marshmallows and walkie-talkies.”

“Hey, there is plenty of time to camp in those freaky woods. But I only have one chance with a girl like Cassidy.”

“Wrong, you have zero chances with any girl.” Daniel stomped off to the corner of the store. “You’re the worst.”

“Dan- come on.” His brother went back to ignoring him. Sean crossed his arms. “Fine. Be like that!”

There was the only sound of a raspberry in response.

“Nope, I’m totally with Danny. That was a jerk move.”

“What? Lyla, you’re supposed to be my hype man- er woman. You’re always trying to set me up on dates.”

“Dude, three weeks ago you were so into Jenn.”

He sighed. “And Jenn was into Derek Anderson. We had ice cream and everything.”

“Dude, don’t fuck up your relationship with Danny over a dumb Summer romance.”

Sean buried his head in his pillow. “You sound like my Dad.”

“Go to this hippy girl’s show next time. You Danny will do the face.”

“The Bambi face?” Sean groaned. “I have been facing the Bambi face all week.”

Lyla scoffed. “Is there anything else to add?”

“Fine. I’ll go camping. But only for the s’mores.”

“Okay, brother of the year.”

“Thanks jerk.”

Lyla blew him an exaggerated kiss. “Aw, love you too.”

Sean grabbed his backpack, moving to shove in his hoodie and torch. Daniel had already shoved one of the walkie-talkies inside.

“Calling little wolf, we are back on for camping.”

There was nothing but static on the other end. Sean pocketed the walkie-talkie and headed downstairs, calling his brother’s name. There was no one in the kitchen and only Karen sitting in the living room, chewing on the edge of a pen.

“Hey, have you seen Daniel?”

Karen looked up. “Oh, I thought you already left? Daniel passed by twenty minutes ago with the sleeping bags.”

“That little-” Sean wasn’t panicking, but he was maybe sweating a little more than he had been before. “Um, right. I just forget a…” he scanned the room and grabbed Daniel’s weird book, “scary story. Classic camping right?”

“Oh. Have a nice time then.” Karen hesitated. “I know you’re not thrilled to be here. But I hope by the end of the Summer we can understand each other better.

“Me too.” Sean tried to look as un-guilty as possible. “See you tomorrow Karen.”

“Daniel!” He yelled, running head first into the spooky mass of woodlands beyond their store. “Dan, I’m sorry okay. Quit hiding!”

No answer. Sean went digging for the walkie-talkie, now glowing an eerie blue.

“Dan?”

The walkie-talkie crackled again- “Sean?”

“Dan.” He let out a shaky breath. “Hey, I’m sorry I ditched you-”

“Sean, help!”

He was clutching the walkie-talkie so hard his knuckles went white. “What’s wrong? I’m coming okay. What’s happening?”

“Creature- help- monster- ahh!”

Sean scanned the trees around him, suddenly aware he was lost too. Daniel had been the one eager to explore the woods but he had said it was too creepy and now it seemed he was being proven right.

“Sean- book- monster-”

He dug around to find the weird book Daniel had been carrying around all week. He had assumed it was from one of Karen’s displays but now he was looking at it, the journal seemed too real to go with the modern witchcraft bullshit she was trying to sell. The cover was dark blue and the pages thick with drawings and polaroids.

“Dan, I have the book, what do I need to look for? What is this thing?”

“Page- tree- monster-” Daniel was breathing heavily. “Hear?”

“I can hear you,” he said comfortingly, “I’m coming.”

He held the torch in his teeth, flicking through pages until he came across a few marked with Daniel’s doodles and writing. He seemed to be studying telekinetic powers, complete with a superhero sketch: SUPER /DUDE DAN/ WOLF? ask Sean for name ideas

He finally came across the page that looked like a bush drawn with yellow eyes.

Dangerous

camouflage shape shifters

Hard to photograph shush ma-

Likes dark

Under the original writing Daniel had added his own note: babies in woods.

“Hey,” Sean held up the walkie-talkie, “is it these moss creatures? What well?”

“Sean!” This time Daniel’s voice was clearer, his voice steadier.

“Dan. What happened? Please tell me you had a good reason to go into the woods alone without telling me or Karen.”

“Come on, that’s it? Can you yell at me when I’m not being chased?”

“Okay. I’m coming, where are you?”

“Where are you?”

“By some trees. There’s a sign for a lake?”

“Go to the lake, I’ll meet you there.” Daniel was cut off by some more static. “Hey, stop chewing that Mushroom!”

Sean followed the signs, hoping Daniel at least would know a way out. How did he know the woods so well already? Was Sean that much of a shitty brother he hadn’t noticed him running off into these haunted-ass woods?

The lake slowly came into the view but it was empty.

“Daniel? Dan?”

The lake was weirdly normal, just muddy water and a few droopy looking frogs. Still, Sean was still on edge, swinging the heavy torch from hand to hand. The faster they got home, the better.

His relative peace was interrupted by the rustling of tree branches and heavy footsteps. Daniel came barging through the trees, a small bundle of something wrapped in his checked shirt. Something was chasing him and fast- Sean barely had time to move out the way as Daniel crashed into him. Something big and fast ran past.

“Sean!” Daniel threw himself into his arms. “I’m sorry, don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not mad. But you did scare the shit out of me.”

“Sean-”

“Fine, you get a dollar, let’s just go-”

“No, look.”

Sean turned slowly, met with amber eyes and a large face of bark and weeds. The creature sniffed at him curiously.

“Um-”

Daniel hid behind him. “Any ideas?”

“You have the stupid haunted book!” The creature snorted, blowing hot air in his face. “Wait, the book said-” Sean slowly moved for his pocket, finding Dad’s lighter.

“Dan, on three, we run.”

“One-” he reached for a branch, “two-” he flicked the lighter on, “three!” Sean held the flaming branch up the creature’s face, dragging Daniel out the way as it squirmed. “What, the light should have scared it off.”

“Remember when you said you weren’t going to get mad?”

Sean turned to him, as Daniel revealed the squirming mass of moss in his arms.

“You stole it’s kid?”

“I always wanted a puppy! She’s called Mushroom-”

Seeing it’s child, the larger creature started inching slowly towards Daniel.

“Put it down! We can’t keep this weird monster-baby!”

“We bonded!” The larger creature nudged its nose towards the smaller one, poking his chest with a spikey horn. “Okay, I’ll give her back.”

Daniel held out his arms, placing the small creature on the floor. It wiggled a loose vine that could almost be a tail and followed its parents into the woods.

Sean punched him in the arm. “That’s for trying to adopt an actual monster.”

Daniel rubbed his arm. “Ouch.”

Sean pulled him into a hug. “And that’s for scaring the shit out of me. I’m glad you’re okay though.”

“Me too.” Daniel smiled. “Hey, now you owe me two dollars!”

After all the excitement, the brothers’ settled on camping in Karen’s yard.

“So, you found that spooky book in a tree and didn’t think to tell me?”

“You were being the worst!”

Sean laughed. “Okay, I deserve that. But, next time you find a weird monster thing, tell me. We’re in this together.”

“Okay promise.” Daniel threw another marshmallow at him. “Sorry I made you miss your concert. I guess Cassidy wasn’t that bad.”

“Hey, I saved your butt, that’s more important.” Sean took a bite out a s’more. “Hey, there isn’t anything else you’re not telling me right?”

“Actually,” Daniel held out his hand, a marshmallow hoovering a few inches above his palm. “Surprise?”

(A boring Summer suddenly looked so much more appealing.)

#Life is Strange 2 #Daniel Diaz #Sean Diaz #gravity falls #lis2

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whisper-ma-phone · 4 years

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55 Once-ler related things to do during quarantine!

I saw this post in april fools and it inspired me to make my own list 💖. I couldn't come up with 100 things, but you have 55 things now!! Some are a little silly, they are supposed to be a joke but they seem very fun to do 🤗💚. Please enjoy! 💚

Watch the 2012 movie

Watch the 2012 movie in another language

Watch the 1972 short movie

Watch the 1972 short movie in another language

Read the original book

Write a poem about The Lorax/The Onceler

Print a page (or as many as you want!) from the book (in black and white of course) and color it

Try to learn how to draw like Dr. Seuss

Draw the Once-ler

Go back to your favorite Lorax au! (Trufflu, Weehawken)

Go back to old Once-ler askblogs you used to love

Discover new Once-ler askblogs and ask them questions!!

Make a new Once-ler and...

...Open your own Once-ler askblog if you want to!

Follow a new Lorax/Once-ler blog

Make Once-ler memes

Draw any of the characters

Draw your favorite ship

Make pancakes

Eat marshmallows (if you have any)

Listen to the movie soundrack

See how much time you can handle How Bad Can I Be on repeat

Learn the lyrics of How Bad Can I Be in another language

Learn a song in guitar

Dance to any of the songs

Print a lot of images of the Once-ler and place them in random places in your home until your family finds them and they ask you about it

Recommend the movie to a friend who hasn't seen it

Write a fanfiction about the movie or any character

Look at the concept art!! Very interesting!!

Read movie theories or look for small details in the movie

Visit @Miru667 blog! Beautiful art!

Visit @sunflower-artdoodles blog! More beautiful art!

FOLLOW @SPLORPO ON TIK TOK, YOU WON'T REGRET IT, I PROMISE

Knit!

Paint bunnies on your pajamas

Play find the truffula seed with your family! Someone hides a "truffula seed" and everyone tries to find it :D

Paint truffula trees

Print a life-size Once-ler! (https:// www.blockposters.com/)

Make your own AU! What would've happened if The Once-ler (or any character) did or didn't do x thing?

Cry about the Once-ler

Make a Once-ler playlist

Join a Once-ler Discord server

Paint your nails green

Swap all the family photos with pictures of the Once-ler!!

Stick a picture of the Once-ler on the kitchen fridge!

Tend to your plants

Plant a bean in a pot or jar and let it grow!

Make something out of recicled materials

Dress as the Once-ler in Animal Crossing

Make a list of the plants you see outside of your window (or have at home) and read about them on the internet! You might learn something cool!

Redraw a screencap from the movie

Do a closet cosplay of any of the characters!

Play How Bad Can I Be at full volume

Cry about the Once-ler

Make a new post in your blog announcing that your blog is now a Once-ler only blog and watch your followers react!

I’m very sorry if I mispelled something, jsjsjs. Maybe I’ll add more later!

Please be safe and stay home!

#onceler #once-ler #the lorax #the lorax fandom #stay home #whisper-ma-phone

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voldemorthatesnose96 · 4 years

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RETROUVAILLES

(The final part)

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Big thanks to @dreamy-slytherin for making a drawing for this fic❤️❤️❤️

Earthlingoddity :

Do you need me to pick you up at the bus stop?

Sterkerdanijzer :

Sander, for a THOUSAND times since yesterday evening, I’m fine LOL! Really, don’t worry too much, please😌

Earthlingoddity :

You sure?

Sterkerdanijzer :

If you asks that again, the deal’s off

Earthlingoddity :

OK OK OK! I’ll shut up now. Careful on your way. Been preparing some croques for you

Sterkerdanijzer :

You’re the best!

Btw...

Uh-oh.

Is he gonna back out now? Is something happen? Did he say something wrong just now?

Sander tries to calm his breath as he types.

Earthlingoddity :

Yes, Robbe?

Sterkerdanijzer :

Do you mind if I bring Peter Pan along again?🥺he’s gonna be good. Pinky promise!

Sander lets out a very relief breath. Why does Robbe always makes him feel on edge, though? He really have it bad.

Earthlingoddity :

Jesus, you scared me for a sec right there. Of course you can

Sterkerdanijzer :

You really are THE BEST, Mr Driesen. See you in 15 mins!!

It takes five minutes for Sander to finally comes back to reality when Robbe called him Mr Driesen. Okay, he’s been calling that many times by many people BUT it feels much different when Robbe did it. Somehow Sander can hear Robbe’s voice through his phone saying that, and... God, he doesn’t know what to think anymore. What a blessing that no human can hear each other’s thoughts; because sure as hell, Robbe will run away once he knows about Sander’s inner thought.

Yesterday, Sander insisted to pick Robbe at his flat because it’s a bit far but Robbe always declined—said that distance never really matters to him whatsoever. Maybe Sander was being overreacted but he already feels protective of this cute yet unpredictable guy, and definitely not the same feeling like he’s being protective of a friend. Yeah, maybe he should tone it down a bit. Robbe’s not a kid, he’s capable of taking care of himself.

Trying to distract himself, Sander is now standing in front of the kitchen counter, staring at the croque he just made few minutes before he sent the text to Robbe. For today, he needs to impress Robbe—from his dish to this safe haven. Sander woke up at five in the morning today after doing a morning yoga routine to calm himself from the nervousness and then tidying his half-messy flat.

“Croques, don’t let me down,” Sander pleads as he lifts the plate. “don’t let my crush down. Please!”

He almost drops the plate when he hears a knock on his door.

Shit!

Okay this is it!

Sander is half-running to the door, taking a deep breath before he holds the knob and opens it. The first thing he sees is Peter Pan excited face; he’s too excited so he literally jumps into Sander’s arms and licks his face.

“Sorry,” Robbe laughs but his tone is definitely not sorry. “he’s being so impatient to meet you.”

“No...” Sander replies in between Peter Pan’s kisses. “problem... at all.”

“Is this the croque you were talking about earlier?”

“Yep!” Sander answers as he puts Peter Pan down, watching his tail shaking left and right and a minute later he’s already out of sight to explore the place.

“Looks good,” Robbe smiles at Sander and the world stops for a second—or at least it feels like for Sander. “can I eat them now? I’m starving.”

Sander clears his throat and force a laugh, “Sure, but I won’t be responsible if you suddenly get a stomachache.”

“I’ll take that risk for you.”

Sander raises his eyebrow. His feet unknowingly takes a step closer—close enough for his hand to graze Robbe’s, but he can’t do it. Yet. So instead, he says, “don’t say something like that.”

Sander thought Robbe will back out, but to his surprise and excitement, he smiles mischievously and says, “or what?”

Sander smirks, “Or I’ll feed you this croque by myself.”

“Please do.”

Excuse me?

What did he just say?

“Go on,” Robbe encourages Sander. “Feed me. I’m waiting.”

Oh, it’s on!

All the way or no way, Driesen.

Without saying another word, Sander grab a piece of his dish and feed it to Robbe who slowly opens his mouth and bites it.

Fucking hell and this infuriating sexual tension!

Sander knows he should look away but he can’t—even when Robbe closes his eyes to savor the food, Sander finds himself more captivated by him. These lips; how does they feel like? How does they taste like? Are they gonna be as soft as silk? As decadent as the most expensive chocolate?

But he must stop. He should stop his thoughts—this kind of thoughts, to be exact or there’ll be an unnecessary trouble.

“Is it good?”

“Divine,” Robbe says, smiling softly but later turns serious. “You okay? Your face look tense.”

Of course, I’m not okay, Robbe! He thought bitterly.

“Yes,” Sander answers in a clipped voice. “Would you like to do it now?”

Robbe is clearly confuse by Sander’s sudden dismissal but doesn’t say anything about it. To be completely honest, his feeling is a bit hurt.

“Okay.”

Sander turns his back to see Robbe’s hurtful face and immediately feels bad, “sorry,” he breathes. “It’s just.. whenever I’m around you, my brain’s stop working.”

“Am I that bad?”

Sander almost laugh, “God, no. You’re far from that. You’re special, Robbe IJzermans.”

Hearing this, Robbe’s blushes hard and quick. This is the very first time he hears someone—not just someone—but Sander Driesen, the coolest guy on YouTube, actually said that he’s special. His heart’s beating really, really fast right now.

“Komaan.” Sander says as he takes Robbe’s hand to his room.

The first thing Robbe sees is a HUGE poster of David Bowie in front of Sander’s bed. It’s so huge that maybe it can be use as a blanket.

“Cool, huh?” Sander chuckles when he notices Robbe’s ‘awe’ expression.

“So cool.”

“You can stare at him all you want later,” Sander says as he sits on the floor and grabs his guitar. “Alle kom, Robbe! Sit beside me.”

Robbe do what he’s been told. Something like the ocean and summer breeze from Sander catches his nose and Robbe finds himself inhaling that scent deeply.

Perfect. Now his heart beats erratically again.

“You ready?” Sander asks, looking straight at Robbe’s eyes.

“I am.”

Sander can feel Robbe’s nervousness and knowing it’s because of his presence can do such thing to his crush, it makes him smile so wide. Before he can stop, his hand touches Robbe’s cheek, “you’ll be fine. Okay?”

Robbe nods. He takes the flower crown from his bag and wears it.

“Cutie,” Sander mumbles softly under his breath before he presses “enter” on his keyboard to start the video.

“Hey everyone, Sander’s here and I’m with someone really special today,” he looks at Robbe whose eyes are as big as a globe because he’s too shock. “Introduce yourself. Go on!”

Robbe blinks fast as he comes back to earth, “uh, yeah! It’s Robbe and I agreed to do a collab with Jack Frost beside me.”

“Jack Frost, huh?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Fair enough,” Sander grins. “What are we gonna do today?”

“Whatever you want.” Robbe answers innocently.

“I have a lot of things on my mind about it BUT we’re gonna do an impromptu song cover for now.”

“What are we gonna sing?” Then Robbe quickly adds. “Oh not Bowie or anything that we particularly love.”

“I’m listening.” Sander says seriously.

“What’s song that’s been on your playlist for awhile, you like but never really sing it out loud?”

Sander immediately replies, “Ben Howard’s song called Promise.”

The big smile Sander adores so much reappears, “I also happened to know that song! Shall we sing it now?”

Just when Robbe is about to sing, Peter Pan suddenly bursts in, quickly finds place on his lap and sleeps. They can’t help but laugh at this marvelous sight.

“Sorry, viewers. This is just my puppy, Peter Pan.”

“And he’s dead tired.” Sander adds, chuckling.

“Anyway, let’s continue. You sing first, Sander!”

The cheerful vibes between them gradually turns much calmer when Sander sings the first chorus.

“And meet me there, bundles of flowers, we wait through the hours of cold...”

Robbe continues.

“Winter shall howls at the wall, tearing down doors of time...”

Both are singing melodiously, much to their surprises because none of them really actually practice or anything. It’s purely ‘in the moment’ situation. Hundreds of comment keeps on coming, saying they look really cute together, etc etc etc. The views rapidly increases from two thousand something to eleven thousand within few minutes.

Robbe admires ardently how Sander plays the guitar in the most calming manner possible. No rush, no hesitation, no doubt—it feels like he was born to hold that instrument. These tattoos, especially the Bowie’s lightning one on Sander’s wrist is making him look even more ethereal. Bleached-blond hair with black clothes and tattoos; Sander Driesen is the perfect example of a sweetest sin that Robbe will gladly accepts.

On the other hand, Sander never truly realises how beautiful Robbe is, now that he’s finally be able to sees his face up close. Everything about him is perfect—too perfect for him. He wonders how it feels like to have their bodies wrap together, with or without clothes. How his fingers slowly but hungrily traces every inch of Robbe’s body.

“Who am I darling, to you? Who am I? Going to tell you stories of mine... who am I?” Sander sings, never breaking the eye contact from Robbe. “Who am I darling, for you? Who am I? Going to be a burden... who am I darling, to you? Who am I?” He continues when his crush is too stunned to say anything.

Fuck it! I don’t care anymore!

Sander puts his guitar aside, places one hand on Robbe’s cheek, and without thinking, without worrying about the fact that thousands of people are watching this live stream, Sander kisses him. He promises to himself that if Robbe gives him the slightest uncomfort, he’ll back down, just like that.

But the greedy monster inside him roars in victory when Robbe’s also leaning closer and deepening the kiss.

After several long moments, or maybe several moons later (okay this is too much but it does feel like it for Sander), both finally breaking the kiss to catch a breath.

Robbe breathes, “Wow, that was...”

“Amazing?”

“Spectacular?”

“Show-stopping?”

“Never the same?”

“Totally unique?”

“Brilliant?”

Sander laughs loud until his nose scrunches, “unbelievable. We just kissed and suddenly mimicked Lady Gaga’s wisdom words? Never been done before.”

Robbe laughs nervously. His lips are chapped, so does Sander’s.

“You do realise that we’re still going live, right?”

“Of course I do and I don’t care,” Sander abruptly turns to camera and says proudly. “mense, I just kissed my crush in front of you all, even the world, and I have no regrets. I’ve been dying to kiss him for months and now I finally got it. And that also concludes today’s video. See you very soon and thanks for watching!”

“I still can’t believe we actually did it.”

Sander gives him a peck, “oh but we just did.”

Robbe smiles shyly, “so, what are gonna do now?”

“Kissing, talking, kissing again, lots of kissing, talking,” Sander smirks. “What about you?”

“Just kiss me now, please.”

Sander kisses Robbe again and again then whispers, “You don’t need to say please, engel.”

Couple hours later

#wtfock #wtfam #fanfic #my edit

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missnxthingg · 4 years

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Hi! I love your writing! Could you maybe do one with Tom where he and the reader are best friends since forever, but they started to grow apart with time after he became a famous actor? Thank you!

Summary: Tom and (Y/N) have been friends since they met in her driveway when they were little, harbouring feelings for each other since then, but only remaining best friends for a long time. Things started changing when Tom decided to pursue his dream of being a famous actor and they eventually grew apart. Now Tom had to do anything possible to win his favourite girl back.

A/N: Sorry I took too long to get to your request, I’ve been working a lot lately (even remotely), and didn’t even get to be around Tumblr that often this week. But here I am! Thanks for the request, sweets. Also, I’d like to add that it has a little bit of personal stuff because I added my dream of having a Joshua Tree house just to fit the song title. No biggie. I hope you like it!

Words: 7.9K

Pairing: Best Friend!Tom Holland x Singer!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex and depression, SMUT (oral sex f receiving and unprotected sex). Also a lot of angst, but a little bit of fluff.

masterlist | main blog | gif source | quarantine playlist | song title

GOING TO CALIFORNIA

When you were ten, your parents decided to have a little trip to California, where you visited a lot of amazing places and had a lot of fun as a family. You still remember the day your mom gave you a small leather jacket and said that you were going to visit a place called Joshua Tree. That was probably one of the most amazing days of your life. You were fascinated with the desert and everything around you was so pretty. Ever since that day you dreamed of having a house there and moving away from the big city to have a different lifestyle.

That year was the year where you found out that you liked many things, such as writing and singing. Your dad said you’d lock yourself up all day in your bedroom and spend the whole day writing about anything that was on your mind, or you’d try to learn every lyric from Led Zeppelin IV and go around the house singing out loud so everyone could hear how great you were doing. You loved to draw as well, and by drawing you got your way to meet your neighbour’s son. Both your parents found you two sitting on the sidewalk talking while you drew his profile and he played with a fallen flower under the bright sunlight. Something about him caught your attention and you had been friends ever since.

“It’s a really pretty flower, don’t you think?” He asked looking at you, sticking the tip of your tongue out of your mouth, too concentrated on drawing his curls. You glanced up to him and nodded, taking in some of his details to keep drawing. “It’s a shame that it fell, such a pretty flower.” You didn’t reply, and he just sighed.

“What’s your name again?” You asked with a frown on your face and he smiled softly.

“I’m Tom.”He said and you nodded, writing his name down in the corner of the page. “What’s yours?”

“I’m (Y/N).” She said, finishing her drawing for once.

“It’s a pretty name.” He said, blushing. You blushed as well and smiled ashamedly. He put a stray of hair behind your ear and positioned the flower in your hair. “It looks prettier this way.”

“I’m done.” You said, showing him the drawing. You weren’t the best at it, but it turned out to be a cool one, and he really liked it. “Gonna look good hanging on my wall.”

“So you draw that much?” He asked, and you nodded. “Can I see the other ones?”

“Sure, come on in.”

That year was crazy for you because it was the year you got in contact with everything you wanted to be in the future. You grew up, developed those things and when you were bigger, life became a rush to accomplish those things. Your parents even got into a great school, where you could practice your music and drawings much more and get even better at it. Tom was also one of the things that were always by your side through all of those years, having himself wanting to be an actor since you both met. You became closer to Tom just as much as you become closer to music. You remember him coming over to your house and just lying in your bed listening to you playing the guitar and singing along your own songs.

You fell in love with him, just as hard as you fell in love with music. And he fell for you, and he loved you just as much as he loved acting. At first, both of you thought it was just a childhood crush, but it eventually became something bigger, but you didn’t have the guts to admit it to each other in fear to ruin your friendship. So you were both oblivious of each other’s feelings for years until one day you went to a party.

It was the last party of High School, and everyone was at somebody’s place having a big party. Their place was huge and everyone was having a good time. You and Tom were doing shots with some friends in the corner and having a lot of fun together. And every High School party had to end in…

“Truth or dare, (Y/N).” Your friend, Breana, asked after the bottle stopped at you.

“Dare.” You replied confidently, and Breana smirked, looking around the circle you and your friends did on the floor.

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with... “ She stopped to give a little more suspense and looked at Tom sitting next to you. “Tom.”

“Okay.” He replied to you, and you frowned, but nodded. “Come on (Y/N).”

The closet was so tiny that you needed to squeeze really tight to fit inside. You couldn’t see anything, just feel Tom’s presence right there with you, and he didn’t dare to say a thing for a long time, just feeling your hot breath hitting his chest. You rested your hands on his chest and tried to control your breathing because you were obviously nervous. You were best friends, but this was the closest you had been since forever.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered and you looked up, and he noticed because the hot breath suddenly wasn’t hitting his chest anymore, but now it was hitting his face.

“Yeah?”

“I have to tell you something.” He said, holding your arms and gently caressing the right one.

“Anything.”

“I’m moving to the US next month.” He said and felt you tense over his arms.

“You what?” You asked, and he pressed your arms a little stronger. “For good?”

“For at least three months.” He said and you felt one tear falling from your face, and your chest burning, making yourself feel something you never felt before with him, sadness. “I got a role as Spider-Man. Isn’t that amazing?”

“That’s amazing, yes!” You said, trying to sound excited for him, but feeling a huge pain in your chest.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you.” His hands searched for your hair and he removed them from your shoulder. His fingers brushing on your neck gave you the chills and he noticed it.

“Can I do something?” You asked him. “It’s stupid, but…”

“Of course.” He cut you before you started rambling about what was on your mind.

So you stood on your tiptoes and searched for his lips in the dark, easily crashing yours onto his. You tried to pull away quickly, but his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as if it was possible. He licked your lips, asking for permission, and that way he deepened the kiss. Your hands softly met his hair as you pulled him down to meet you. For a second you could just forget the pain you were feeling, but Tom could taste the salty tears hat slipped down to your lips. You pulled away, and he didn’t want to let you go just yet, giving some small pecks before you both stopped.

“I’m proud of you, but it breaks my heart.” You said to him and he pulled you into a hug.

“I know, it breaks mine too, especially after… right now.” He tightened his grip and listened to you sobbing a little. “But I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and it’s the biggest opportunity for me.”

“I know, I’m being selfish.” You cleaned your tears and he managed to find your face, caressing your cheeks softly. He touched your foreheads and you closed your eyes, swallowing thick.

“You’re not being selfish. You’re just as scared as I am. I don’t wanna leave you, but I have to do this. And I promise I’ll be back, and we can take it off from where we stopped this. I-If you want us to.”

“Of course I want to. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leaned in and kissed you again, much more softly than the first time. “And maybe you can write me songs while I’m gone, and I would love to sit and listen to you sing to me.”

“I will, I promise you.” You said and left one last kiss on his lips

“Seven minutes are over.” Someone knocked on the door, and Tom sighed.

“We should just go.” You said and you felt him nodded.

“Should we go home?” He asked and you hummed, taking his hand to follow him outside.

The last month living with Tom next to you was the hardest. You were together, and trying to spend the most time with each other, but they weren’t official or anything. They didn’t want to rush into anything before he went away, and eventually, he did, leaving you alone with your songs and your drawings of him hanging on the wall.

Soon he was all over the place. Everyone was talking about the new Spider-Man and the new Captain America movie, and everybody wanted to know who Tom was. He was everywhere, but even though you were proud of him, you missed him very much. Of course, you talked to him, in the beginning, it was more frequent, but with time, is calls passed from every two days to once a week.

“Hey, Tommy.” You had woken up with your phone ringing in the middle of the night.

“Hey baby, why do you sound so sleepy?

“Uhm, it’s two in the morning.” You lied back in your pillow, rubbing your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that you’re five hours ahead of me. I’m gonna let you sleep.”

“No please, don’t hang up. I missed your voice.” You said and Tom smiled on the other side of the line.

“I missed yours too. I’m sorry I’m not calling you so much, it’s just… I’ve been working like hell, but I truly miss you, darling.”

“I miss you too. And it’s okay, but it’s been a week since I’ve been trying to talk to you to give you some news.”

“News, I like news. What’s new?” He said excited and you chuckled.

“I got a record deal, and they’re gonna produce my music.”

“No way!” He sounds so excited, and in reality, he jumped out of his bed and jumped in excitement. “Oh my God, darling, I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you!” You laughed at his reaction, trying to keep your voice low and not to wake anyone up.

“Congratulations love! I really am truly proud of you.”

“I wish you were here so I could have told you the news in person.”

“Yeah I know, but it’s just one day closer to see each other again.” You smiled, knowing he was right and he was trying to lift your spirits up. “You’re clearly tired. I’ll try calling tomorrow, so I can let you sleep.”

“Please, try-hard.” You whined and it made him smile.

“I will. Now good night darling, have sweet dreams and I love you.”

“Good night Tommy, I love you too.”

Sweet calls like this one became much rare and sometimes he would just call you quickly during his lunch just to say that he was alive and doing okay. You were busy too, working your ass off to come up with a good album, but you would drop anything you were doing when he called. Tom, on the other hand, didn’t do the same for you and it was starting to piss you off.

But the day came, and soon Tom was knocking on your door after almost three months without seeing each other. It didn’t matter if you were mad at him when he appeared in front of you for the first time in a long time, all the anger was suddenly forgotten and you threw yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly, not wanting to let him go at all.

“I can’t believe you’re right here in front of me.” You touched his face and he smiled, touching the tip of your nose gently.

“I told you I’d be back.” You leaned up and your lips met his lips into a soft kiss for the first time in months. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You said between kisses. “Don’t ever leave again.”

But of course, he was going to leave again. It was fun while he was back home, you’d hang around his place all the time, and he’d lie in your bed listening to you sing like he always did, but eventually, there you were taking him again to an airport, and this time it would take much longer for him to come back. And what before was bad, now it was worse. He didn’t have time at all to talk to anyone, that including his own mother and everyone was missing him a lot, but no one missing him more than you.

“It’s just, he’s been away for so long, and honestly I’m getting tired of missing him.” You were having a conversation with your mom after she found you crying over your guitar.

“I know you are darling, and no one said it was going to be easy. But if you really want to keep doing this, just know that Tom loves you a lot, but he’s chasing after his dream, just like you are chasing yours.”

“Yeah, but differently than him, I would drop anything I’m doing for him if he needs me. I just don’t think he loves me enough to do the same.” She gave you some tea and you sipped the hot drink to try finding some comfort.

“(Y/N), he’s your boyfriend. And if you’re feeling this way, you should talk to him.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, well… He never asked anyway. And he’s never around to be one.”

“But he’s your best friend, and every relationship is built under communication.”

You knew your mom was right, and that’s why the next time he called, you started the conversation with a serious tone. He knew something was off with the first word that came out of her mouth. He knew something serious was going on.

“You know I love you so much Tom, but I’m getting tired of missing you and thinking that you don’t want me enough to fight for us. And you’ve been away for so long that I’m starting to forget little things about you, like your smell. It really pisses me off.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But please, let’s try again, I don’t want to give up on us just now, we haven’t even started anything, I don’t want it to be over.”

“Exactly. This is not serious for you and you’re not doing enough for me. Tom, you haven’t called me in weeks.” You said angrily and he sighed.

“You know I’ve been busy, darling.”

“Well, I’ve been busy too, you know. You’re not the only one who has dreams. And I feel like if you need me, I would drop everything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same.”

“That’s not true and you know that.” He cut you and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know anything anymore, and I think it’s better if we don’t keep doing this anymore. I still want to be your friend, but I don’t think I want to be… Whatever we are.”

“(Y/N). I’m sorry, can we please take it easy. I’ll be back in two months.”

“And that’s too long. I don’t think I can handle it anymore. I love you so much, but it’s breaking my heart.” At that moment, your heart was already into a million pieces and you were drowning between your own tears.

“If that’s your decision, I’m gonna respect that. But just know that I love you, I always have and I always will.”

“Goodbye Tom.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

You spent the whole week crying your heart out, and you even cried when you saw Tom’s mom taking the trash out and ended up being consoled by her. It was heartbreaking, but eventually, it got better with time. You being a little busy with your work made you forget about him and you were having the time of your life. When the day of the release came, your mom threw you the biggest party in the world and invited a bunch of people. What you weren’t expecting was to find Tom coming through the door with flowers on his hands.

“Tom. You’re back.” You said with a surprised tone.

“Harry told me about the party, and I wanted to be here with you today.” He gave you the flowers and you smiled to see your favourite flowers.

“Daisies.”

“I remembered how much you like them.” You hugged him tightly with a good smile on your face. “Congratulations darling, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you for being here. It really means a lot to me.” He leaned back and looked right into your eyes, and got hypnotized with them, just wanting to stare at them as much as he could, because he missed them.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked you, brushing his lips against yours, and you nodded, feeling his lips against yours for the first time after a long time. You had written songs about those lips, and you really missed them, and his touch. ou both didn’t care if there were many people in that party, he was the only thing that mattered.

"That was… breathtaking." She whispered against his lips and he smiled, giving her one last peck before pulling away.

"It's my way of saying I'm sorry." He held your arms and you smiled back to him. "I hope you know that I'm deeply sorry about everything, and I was an idiot, and I missed you so much, baby."

"I missed you too. And I forgive you, but we have so much to talk." You fixed his hair and he nodded.

"I know, and I don't want you to feel pressured. And we can talk about it tomorrow, so you can enjoy your party."

"Come on, let me get you a beer." She held his hand and pulled him to meet with your friends.

What you and Tom were going to be was still unknown. Maybe if things started going on differently, and if he just stays home, it could go differently for both of you. He stuck by your side the whole night, and whatever you needed to talk about could be postponed. At that moment all you wanted to do was celebrate your new accomplishment with your best friends and maybe have some good wine. It was a long night and you weren’t sure how you ended up waking up fully naked in Tom’s bedroom.

You were woken up by the chilly weather and since you were naked, you were craving for some heating. Tom wasn’t there, which only made things weirder since you don’t remember much of the end of the night. So you searched for your panties and found it thrown on the floor along with last night’s dress and Tom’s clothes. You tried to stand up, but your legs wouldn’t work and you couldn’t walk properly, which was weird, but at least you got to pick Tom’s shirt to wear it and pulled a cover over your body, heating yourself up. The door quickly opened, but the person tried to remain silent, closing it softly. You found Tom carrying a breakfast tray in hands, and trying not to make much noise.

“Morning love.” He said, sitting in bed.

“Morning.” You yawned and sat straight. “You made breakfast?”

“Uhm, I thought I’d do something nice to redeem myself.”

“That’s nice, thank you.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “I don’t remember a thing about last night.”

“Oh.” Tom nodded and shifted his position in bed. “I think you can guess what happened.”

“Judging by the pain coming from my lady bit and that I can hardly walk, I think we had sex.” He nodded and you chuckled. “Oh God, the first time we did it after a long time and I don’t remember a fucking thing.”

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done it.” He looked down to his tights and you approached him from the back, hugging him from behind and kissing his shoulder.

“It’s okay. I trust you.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s eat this pretty breakfast.”

“I made your favourite tea. And I learned to make pancakes and I think you’re gonna love it.”

You smiled at him and started eating your food, sitting silently next to him. You knew that you two needed to talk and get things right with each other, but something was screaming to you not to screw that moment you were having. You lying between his legs, curled up against his chest, enjoying your breakfast and getting some kisses in return. Tom knew he couldn’t ruin that moment as well because if things went sideways, this was how he wanted to remember your relationship, as good as it was.

But you needed to talk. Bottle things up isn’t the best way to deal with relationships, especially this one that long distance could be applied at any moment. You were both loving being in each other’s arms, and having lazy kisses between the sheets and some soft morning sex. When you ended things, he lied on top of you while you were stroking his hair, with his ear glued to your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“Are you gonna leave again?” You whispered to him softly.

“Yes.” He waited a couple of seconds before replying, and your body tensed up. “I’m doing a press tour for the movie soon.”

“And I was thinking you’d finally be home and things could finally be okay.”

“Why can’t things be okay?” He sat in bed and you shifted your position.

“Because long distance doesn’t work for us, and I told you I’m tired of missing you.” You both remained in silence for a while, just staring at each other. You got closer to Tom and hugged him. “I know it’s hard, but I always dreamed of spending my life with you, and it’s not easy when you’re never around.”

“I know it is, but I don’t remember how’s life without you.”

“I’m still your best friend Tom. Fuck Harrison or whoever you met in America. I’ve been your best friend since forever, and we have a special connection.” You held his hand and he entwined your fingers. “It doesn’t matter if we’re not together romantically, I’ll always support and love you. It’s just… It’s not fair to either of us, because we can’t make it properly work.”

“I know. I’ll always support you too. I love you so much.” He glued your foreheads and shut his eyes. “You can always come with me.”

“What? I can’t Tom, I still have a career to pursue.” You leaned back and got away from him, shaking your head.

“But you can still write and sing on the road.” He said and you kept shaking your head no, starting to spill some tears.

“I can’t give up my dream to go after yours. It’s just unfair.” You said in a whisper and started to gather all your things to leave.

“But you’re not giving up your dream. And this way we could just be together.” He stood up, watching you change into your clothes. He searched for his boxers so he wouldn’t have to be fully naked while arguing with you.

“I can’t do this Tom. I love you, and as much as I want to be with you, it’s my dream. You have yours and you’re already being successful, and I’m just starting mine. I don't wanna let it all go just because of you. And I…” You stopped what you were about to say because you knew it would get you two into a huge fight.

“And what, (Y/N)?” He asked and you finished getting dressed, taking a deep breath for what was coming next.

“And I know you wouldn’t do the same for me.” Tom tried to say something back but choked into his own words.

"(Y/N)..." He started but didn't know how to finish it. So he just walked up to you and held your hands. "Can we at least wait to break things off when I just leave again?"

"I don't know if my heart can take it." Hot tears started to stream down your face, and you saw some falling from his as well.

"Please. Just one last time, you and me."

And you did. You fell for him again, and the next three weeks were good. You did everything you wanted to do and you were always together. Being neighbours made everything easier and at some point you didn’t even remember how it felt like sleeping in your own bed, being so used to Tom’s king-sized bed. But eventually there you were, driving him to the airport once again, and you knew your heart was breaking to see him leave again. If he could just stay, things would easily get off for both of you and you could finally be together.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed his thumb against your cheeks, staring deeply into your eyes. You could feel your heart aching like it never did, and that made some tears stream down your face. He pulled you into a hug and you soaked his grey t-shirt.

“Please don’t go.” You whispered against his chest and he kissed the top of your head. “Please.”

“I love you, so much. And I’ll always be right here with you.” He whispered in her ear, feeling his chest ache like someone was adding the biggest pressure in his chest. “Are you sure you want to be over once I leave?”

“Yes.” You leaned back, looking at him, lost between your own tears. “I don’t think my heart can handle being away from you one last time.”

“I’ll still call you.” He said and she smiled, hugging him again. “You’re my best friend, I don’t think I’ll be able to not speak to you until I’m back.”

“Promise me you’ll call more often this time.”

“I promise you.”

But Tom had to learn he couldn’t promise things that he can’t keep, because now it’s been a month since he was gone, and he only called once, text a little and that was it. But you were done with the heartbreak, and even though you missed him, you couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. You came back to sleeping in your own room, in your own clothes, and not having a warm body to hold onto while you tried to sleep. At first, it was hard, but it suddenly became common, and it was like everything was back in order. You’d see him on Instagram all the time, everywhere around the world, having the time of his life. And you were stuck in London, still talking to your guitar and trying to work as hard as you could.

The thing was that after the day Tom left one more time, you couldn’t get yourself to write. It was like it was blocking your creativity and you couldn’t do it to save your life. Even though you were out and about singing your songs in every corner your recording put you to sing, you couldn’t even get yourself to put everything you were feeling into song lyrics. But that didn’t stop your work. You were doing amazing in charts and everyone was listening to you and eventually, you were the one travelling the world, ending up in Los Angeles to work on your career. Suddenly you saw yourself spending much more time in California, living in a small rented apartment in Malibu, earning money like water; Things like Tom and your heartbreak only popped into your head sometimes, when you saw him on Instagram or in every outdoor in Hollywood. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to write any songs, even if you were feeling a lot.

“We need new songs soon (Y/N). And if you don’t help us, we’re gonna have to contract songwriters to make some for you.” Your producer said to you and you groaned, leaning back into your seat.

“I’m not gonna have someone else writing about how I feel.” You said, coming back to reality. “I’m a writer, and I’m a singer. I wanna have some time before we do anything else. Just let people have the EP that’s already out and soon we’ll get the album.”

“What’s keeping you from writing?” He asked and you drank some more water before continuing.

“I don’t know. I think my head is not cooperating with relaxing for a moment and just writing what I’m feeling. And honestly, that small apartment is getting on my nerves, I hate it.”

“So get a new house. I know you’ve always wanted a Joshua Tree house, and we have a studio in there. You can work from your own dream place.”

And that’s how you ended up in Joshua Tree once again and remembered your life’s long dream of having a place in the middle of the California desert and it was just like you always dreamed of, a big house, that was really pretty but needed some painting. You put a lot of time in that place, and you organized the whole thing listening to a lot of music, and maybe you could start getting some inspiration out of it. Soon it was all decorated and comfortable, just like you always dreamed of, full of things that could get you started to write. And even though you were feeling the music, you were not getting any inspiration.

One night, you just sat down by the pool with a glass of whiskey and a notepad, but the water cooling your feet down wasn’t helping a lot with your imagination. You just stared into the water and cursed yourself for not getting anything you wanted. You wanted to scream for not being able to write, and eventually, you gave up, going for a late-night swim before bed.

Your days were getting really lonely, and even if people from work visited you every day, it wasn’t like you had a bond with them. They weren’t your family or close friends, they just worked with you, and you didn’t have many moments where you could just forget everything you were feeling and feel good. You’d call your mom every day, but FaceTiming isn’t the same as face to face stuff. You missed your friends and they wouldn’t even call you back, too busy with college stuff. Once Harry Holland called, and you spent hours talking to him and his family, but Tom wasn’t home, so it wasn’t like you talked about him or anything, but it sparkled that feeling of missing him once again.

Even though he didn’t pop in your mind a lot these days, talking to his family made you miss him. He didn’t call or text at all in the last two months, and suddenly the feeling of anger started to grow inside you, mixing with how much you missed him and wanted to be with him again. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol speaking to you, or your feelings eating you alive, but you ended up in your room, holding a beer and looking for his clothes. It still kind of smelled like him, and you were starting to forget his smell. The big Spider-Man shirt fell over your body and his scent making you feel like home. So you cried yourself to sleep that night, missing him a lot and upset because he promised you to never leave you and there you were, depressed and all alone.

The next day, you woke up writing. You wanted to put what you were feeling into lyrics and it worked because you were finally feeling like you needed to get things out of your chest. What was stuck in your throat started to slowly go down and it turned into music. You took a whole day to write one song, and it wasn’t that good in your opinion, but it was a beginning. The day that came after, you made sure to pack into a box all of the things that reminded you of Tom, and maybe this feeling could finally be over and you could move on for good. You wanted to remain friends with him, but it didn’t look like he wanted to remain friends with you. So you deleted his contact, unfollowed him on every social media and packed all of his stuff. By the end of the night, you had everything put away again, and you drank a little of the wine and made a good homemade pasta, going to sleep really early that night.

Your creativity block came back after that day and you didn’t feel like you had any emotions left to write anything, so you started trying to write about the water inside the pool, or about the desert. Anyway, you obviously couldn’t do it. It was the hottest day of the year and you couldn’t relax for one second, feeling very agitated that day. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t relax, and nothing happened to make you feel that way. It was like you were feeling empty, and it bothered you.

The doorbell rang and it was the weirdest thing because you weren’t expecting anyone and you didn’t have a lot of visitors or any neighbours at all. It was the middle of the fucking desert, it wasn’t like it was normal to have visitors out of nowhere. But you opened the door, even though you looked completely like trash. You were without any makeup, your hair was loose and completely a mess, and you were wearing an old dress that wasn’t too hot, considering it was the hottest day of the year. You prayed that the person you were going to face right now wouldn’t think you were a freak for looking like that.

Sometimes you couldn’t believe in your own mind, especially when things like that appeared in front of your eyes or people at all. There was a sports car parked in front of your house on the highway and a boy in front of you. It was funny because you knew him, but you didn’t know him anymore. You both became strangers, but you knew so much about him that it was weird to face him. It was like he wasn’t there and you were delirious.

“Hi (Y/N).” He said softly.

“Tom.”

He looked different. Older, somehow. His muscles were thick now and you could see it through his shirt. He was slightly taller and his hair was a little bigger, curls falling recklessly from his head. He didn’t look like the Tom you met many years ago in your driveway, or the Tom you fell in love with. He looked like Tom Holland, Marvel’s big star that was in every spotlight he could get for himself, and you still didn’t know that Tom.

“Harry told me you were living in Joshua Tree now. I guess you got what you always dreamed of.”

“You got it too.” You said, crossing your arms in your chest.

“I missed you.” He said and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“No, you didn’t.” You quickly threw at him. “If you really missed me, you would have even texted me to see if I was alive.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down to his feet.

“You say you’re sorry too much. And even though you promised me that we would always be best friends, I don’t think you even want me as a friend.”

“That’s not fair! I’ve been busy with work and you know that.” He stepped up in the stairs in front of your door. “I’ve been shooting the new Avengers movie and working on the second Spider-Man. I needed to focus on my job.”

“Yeah, I know. So why don’t you go back to your spectacular world of red carpets and movies and leave me alone?”

“(Y/N), please. Let me talk to you just a little bit.” He stepped closer to you and you leaned back, not wanting to touch him. “What…”

“You should go. I’m done with you.” You closed the door on his face and rested your forehead against the door, closing your eyes to just breath for a second.

“(Y/N), please let me in. I just wanna talk to you. I know I fucked things up and I regret it so much.” He leaned on the door from the other side and also rested his forehead against the door.

“Please leave.” You mumbled and slid down to sit because your legs felt weak and you couldn’t stand up anymore.

“Darling. Uhm, I came home two weeks ago, and Harry told me you weren’t living in London anymore. I didn’t know anything about it, so he started talking about you and how you were doing and why you were in California right now. It only made me miss you much more than I already was. Because you never left my mind you know.” He tapped the door with his index fingers and sighed. “And I started missing you more than I ever missed you in my entire life. Because this was the first time I looked to a photograph of the two of us and I realized I didn’t know a fucking thing about the girl I loved so much.” Tears were now streaming down both of your faces. “I missed you, all of you. The first night after we last saw each other, I slept alone in bed and you weren’t there to crawl into bed and just hold me until we fell asleep. I cried myself to sleep because it physically hurts to be away from you. You’re my best friend, and I just wish we could be okay again.”

“I missed you too.” You drew partners in your door with your fingers. “I missed you so much, that it blocked my creativity and I couldn’t write anymore. But I don’t feel like you care about me anymore. And I love you so much, but I wish I didn’t love you because it doesn’t make me feel good anymore.”

“Please, open the door. I have to see you.” He shot up and you slowly stood up as well and opened the door. You both saw the tears falling from your faces and your hearts crumbled together.

“I’m so mad at you!” You said and he nodded, taking a step closer to you and kissing you. He could have just hugged you, but he kissed you because your lips were the thing he missed the most about you. It was so slow and so needy. You pulled him inside of the house and closed the door behind him, pressing him against it once it was closed. He pulled you closer by the waist, slowly moving his lips against yours, as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I wanna make everything right with you this time.” He said between kisses. “I want you to officially be my girlfriend, I don’t care about my career or anything else. I just wanna be with you.”

“You would give up your dream because of me?”

“I would give up on everything because of you.” He said and you sighed pulling him to the couch. He lied you down and got on top of you, kissing down your neck, finding your sweet spot that made you moan softly. “Because I love you so much, and I messed things up with you, and I don’t want us to be apart again.”

“Please shut up.” You said, bitting your lips.

“What?” He stopped confused and you laughed at him.

“We can talk about those things later, you’re ruining the moment.” You glued your lips again and searched from the bottom of his shirt, pulling in off. “ I need you, Tom.”

“Fuck.” He removed your dress, leaving you only with your panties and started kissing down your body, taking a good amount of time on your nipples, making you moan softly and roll your fingers on his curls. “I need you too.”

He removed your panties and started kissing your inner thighs, tracing kisses up your body, making you shiver. One of his fingers met your core and started to tease your entrance. You were already so wet for him that it was easy to just slip one finger in and his lips finally met your folds, working down on you just like he always knew how to do. You felt your walls clenching around his fingers and lost between your own moans, you released on his fingers.

“Tom. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Just a little more. I missed your taste.” He held both of your hands, entwining your fingers and going down on you again, sucking your clit and making you a moaning mess. “You taste so sweet darling, I missed this so much.”

“Oh, f-fuck!” You screamed, bucking your hips into his mouth. It happened so fast that you weren’t thinking straight. “I’m gonna cum again!”

Tom didn’t reply, only worked a little more on your pussy, making you feel like you’re in heaven. You arched our back and cummed again on his mouth. He kissed your lips again, making you taste yourself in his mouth and you pulled him back to be closer to you. Your hands opened his trousers and helped him get rid of them. You opened your legs, wanting him to be inside you so badly. He pushed his hard cock against your core under his underwear and you started grinding on him, making you both moan between the kisses.

“Please Tom, fuck me. I need you inside me.” You cried between the kisses and removed his underwear with a little help from him.

“So needy.” He smiled to you and held his hard cock, rubbing it against your clit, making you both moan with the contact. He only put the head inside you and you bucked your lips forward, making him come inside your for once. “You’re still so tight and wet for me.”

“Uhm, shit! Move, please!” You cried, burying your nails on his back. He started thrusting inside you, picking a quick pace to thrust into. Your bodies worked like they were meant to work together and it was like every move was rehearsed. It was all so perfect and just showed how much you missed each other.

Eventually, you managed to make him sit so you could be on top, riding him as he helped you movements with his hands on your ass. He sucked on your nipples and you rocked your body over him, stimulating yourself on the clit. You were over the moon like you needed that to feel better.

“Fuck. I’m close.” He said and you started to ride him harder and rub desperately your clit, wanting to reach your high with him He started to buck his hips ups to meet yours and thrust hard inside you, making you both moan loudly with the increase of pleasure. He helped you with your clit and soon you were cumming all over his cock and right after you felt his warm cum fill you inside.

You let your weight all go over him, as you both caught your breaths again. He hugged you tightly, feeling his cock softening inside you. You turned around and sat on his lap, resting your head against his chest. You just sat there in silence together, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like they were only feeling each other for a moment before words could ruin the moment. His fingers ran through her hair as she always loved when he did that with her and her fingers drew patterns on his nude chest, as she closed her eyes and took in his smell, just like the shirt she was wearing the other day.

“I love you.” He whispered against her hair and she smiled, leaning back to kiss him.

“I love you too.”

“I mean it when I said I would drop anything to be with you.” He said, starting to rub the back of her head. “It was a mistake leaving you and not even talking to you. You’re my number one priority, work comes second to you.”

“I really appreciate it.” You smiled at him and rested your head on his shoulder. “But you should drop work, I know it’s your dream just like singing is mine.”

“But I will never leave you for so long like this. It physically hurts me when I’m not connected with you. That’s why I went back to London, but you weren’t there when I got home.”

“I was too tired of waiting for you to come home.”

“And I don’t blame you baby.” He said, kissing her temple. “You always talked about this place, now I know why you love it so much. It’s beautiful!”

“Did you like it?” You asked with a smile on your face and he nodded.

“Yeah, I loved it. Great place to start a family.” He mumbled and pressed his lips together once he noticed what he had just said. “I’m sorry, rushing things.”

“A family. I like the idea. Good thing I bought a house with many bedrooms.” You said with a great smile on your face and it only made his smile grow wider. “But we don’t have to rush, right?”

“Right.” He nodded and you chuckled, pulling him into a kiss. “Why don’t we go take a nap? I’m tired, you know. Time Zones, flights, all tiring.”

“You can go do whatever you want to, I have to write.” You said, finally getting inspiration to sit down and write a song. “You know, I’ve had a creativity block since you were gone, but today I think I found some inspiration to write about.”

“Glad I could help. But not even a small nap? Maybe a shower, I don’t know, we look disgusting.”

“Yeah, maybe a shower is good.” You said, getting up from his lap. “Come on, let me show you the outdoor shower.”

“But we’re naked, what if anyone sees us?”

“Baby, we’re in the middle of the desert, nobody’s gonna see us.”

(Y/N) found her inspiration again, and as she brushed his hair with shampoo and played with him in the shower, lost between his kisses and laughs, she just knew what to write about. While Tom took a nap curled next to her, she just wrote about him, about the good feeling that suddenly all came back to her. She wasn’t feeling depressed or alone anymore. She had him, and that was all she needed at that moment.

Just like him, who regretted very deeply letting her go. Having her next to him again was like his world suddenly became colourful and warm again, and he was really happy that his stupid job or pride didn’t let him walk away from her. They were meant to be together and maybe that flower was meant to fall to the ground just so you two could meet and he could place it in her hair, or maybe the sun was meant to shine over them, so she could see him with a different eye and draw him perfectly. Maybe it was meant for them to grow apart so they could be closer than ever in the future. But one thing was sure, they were meant to find each other eventually.

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Charles drives through the small town of Beaver Creek. Chris and Daniel were going on and on about Power Bear and superheroes. There were a lot of little mom-and-pop shops. He pulls up to the parking lot of the Christmas Market and parks close to the front entrance. The three of us climb out of the front. Charles helps Chris out of the back, “Okay buddy, you’re ready?” Excitedly, he says “Yeaaahhh!”

Sean helps Daniel out of the back of the truck. Daniel begins speed walking to the market but Sean grabs his right arm. He says, surprised “Hey!” I tell Charles and Chris, “You guys go ahead and we’ll come back to meet you, okay?” Charles says “Sure.” Daniel tries to get away, “But - -“ Charles tells us “Don’t get lost!” They head into the market.

We face Daniel. Trying to make sure he gets it, Sean says “Dude, what the fuck are you doing? I can’t believe it...How many times do we have to keep going over the rules?” Annoyed, he says “Don’t show the power” - - I know...But Chris thinks he can do all this cool stuff. I wish he could...He reminds me of Noah. I just miss having friends...” Sean says “We know man...But you can’t lie to friends about something like this...He could get in trouble thinking he can make shit fly...Or he could get hurt.” Trying to understand, he asks “So you want me to tell him the truth?” I tell him “Well, we don’t want you to lie anymore...You don’t have to tell him everything, but...Don’t let him think he has magic powers, okay? You swear?” Daniel says “Okay, I swear.” Sean says “Deal. We’re counting on you, enano.” He asks “Can I go see Chris now?” I say “Yeah, let’s go.” Sean says “But don’t forget what we said.”

The three of us enter the market. The first thing Daniel says is “Woaw...So many trees! Ugh...They look like giant cocoons...Creepy...” He goes over to the table where the seller of the trees is. There was a can of fake snow, he says “Mmmm...I bet dad didn’t know about this...” Then notices a giant netting machine for the trees. He comes up with another question, “Is this what they wrap the trees with?” Sean says while chuckling “Yeah...We should put you in it!” Daniel says “Shut up! You guys coming?” I tell him “Don’t worry, we’ll be around!”

He heads over by Charles and Chris. As we get closer, we hear Chris ask “Can Daniel help, dad?” Charles says “Of course he can!” I smile at how fast they became friends. I was looking at some Christmas trees in a corner. Daniel and Chris come by and sit on the cinder blocks near by.

Chris says “Hey...You think you can come to our house for Christmas?” Unsure, Daniel says “Mmmm...I’ll have to ask grandma and grandpa...” Sounding hopeful, Chris says “Maybe we can do it all together? I’m sure dad would agree!” He says “It’d be awesome!” Changing the subject, Chris asks “So what’s your best score on Mustard Party 2?” He says “About 800, I think!” Shocked, Chris says “Whoah, cool! Mine’s a bit lower...” He mentions “I was about to beat it a few weeks ago, but...Sean’s phone ran out of battery...”

I walked away and checked out the rest of the market. I saw a blue snowman display. I checked out some of the other types of Christmas trees they had. Sean and Charles talked for a few minutes. Charles then went and talked to one of the customers.

Sean then came and joined me in the second part of the market. I was looking at one of the display tables when I feel his arm against mine. He says “Hey.” I look at him, “Hey.” To the vendor, we say “Hi.” The vendor says “Good morning! It’s nice to see new faces in this old town!” Politely, I tell him “Thanks! It’s a...super cool market you’ve got here...” He tells us “Small towns are the best for Christmas! Who are you guys staying with?”

Sean says “We’re just passing through, so, uh...At a...motel.” The vendor mentions “Well, I saw you speaking with Charles, so I thought...” I add “Oh! We’re not related...” Sean chimes in “My brother Daniel is friends with Chris...” The vendor tells us “Gotcha. I like his son...Funny little guy. Despite everything...Anyway, welcome to Beaver Creek. If you need anything, just holler.”

We look at the three different options for gifts on the table. Our choices are a sitting patriotic bear, a snowman and a wooden beaver. We talked for a few minutes about what Daniel would like. We decided on the snowman. Sean says “Can we get one of those...snowmen things?” The vendor says “Of course! They’re handmade by local kids!” “That is so cool!” I tell him him.

I give him the money, “Here you go...” He says “Thanks! Anything else?” Sean says “No, we’re good!” He tells us “Have a nice day then!” I say “You too. Thanks!”

We check out the table of wreaths next to the male vendor. Sean says to the woman, “Hi! This is a...nice collection!” The woman tells us “Why, thank you! I make them all myself!” I say “Whoah, that’s so cool! Must be a lot of work!” She says “Definitely too much for the money they get me, yes...” He asks “How come?” She explains “Well, people certainly don’t buy as much handmade Christmas decorations as they used to. The mall has ruined every single ship in town. Can’t do anything about it. And people seem surprised when unemployment is going through the roof.” I tell her “I know, it sucks...But we can’t do anything about it, right?” She says “I like to think there’s always a solution, however frustrating that thought can be. Anyway. You’ve got better things to do than listening to an old lady ranting about capitalism, right?” Sean says “It’s cool. Don’t worry.” The woman says “Well, thanks for hearing me out anyway. You guys have a nice day!”

I faintly hear strumming of a guitar. I look around and see a woman with purple hair. She has a small red paper plate sitting on the ground in front of her. I place a hand on Sean’s shoulder, say “Sean, I’m going to listen to the woman with the guitar. Do you want to come with me?” He says “Maybe in a few minutes.” I kiss him on the cheek and head over.

The purple haired woman starts strumming then begins It’s me, it’s me, you’ve come to take/My duality awakes/By midnight time I could not see,/If I were you or you were me/We play the game with skillful hands/And so I asked for your demands

At this point, Sean comes and stands next to me. I cross my right arm across my stomach. Let my left arm hang free and my right arm hanged on to my left elbow. I all of a sudden feel his fingers intertwine with mine. I look up at him and smile. He smiles back at me. The purple haired woman is still singing, Give me your love, give me your thumb/And he traced us back to where we begun/So the morning came/And swept the night away/As I was looking for/A way to disappear/Amongst the quiet things/And all these empty streets/I found a way, I found a way/To reappear... (Song lyrics credit goes to ‘I Found A Way’ by First Aid Kit)

The woman finishes. In a southern accent, she says “Wow, you made it all the way through...Weird...” I tell her “That was wonderful. You’re really good.” Nervously, Sean says “It was pretty cool.” She says “It’s cool that you both listened. People are usually too busy to care.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sean rub the back of this neck. His cheeks are a little red. He says “This is a small town. They’re not used to having street artists...And stuff...” The woman says “Yeah, they’re not used to many things...Especially seeing new faces on the street...” I tell her “Well...Thanks for the music, and...Good luck.” She says “See ya.”

With our fingers still intertwined, we walk around the market a little more to check out everything. As we were looking at one of the displays about donating, Sean says “I’m going to go talk to that woman with the guitar again.” Not thinking too much about it, I say “Okay.” He quickly kissed me on the cheek.

After five minutes, I decide to go join him. I get there just as the woman says “Me and my friends have been...Crashing here for the week...Nobody...gives a shit about us...I can tell you’re both not from around here.” I got the sense Sean was struggling with words. I chime in “No, no way...Just...Here for the holidays.” She says “Ah! You got family.” Sean finally says “My grandparents...” “Gotta love the grandparents!” She says.

To give Sean’s brain a break, I ask “What about you and...your friends? Road Trip?” Laughing, she says “Not really...We kinda hop from place to place, hunting for...little jobs...” Sean says “Must be a long ride.” The woman explains “That’s okay! We hop on trains.” As she draws out the word trains. She adds “Gives us time to rest.” All he could say was “Man...” I tell her “That sounds wicked.” Laughing, she says “You guys have no idea...It’s free and feels so fucking fun! Well unless you get caught or...fall, but...We’ve been lucky so far. That’s the best. Nobody tells us what to do. No coloration owns us...”

Probably thinking of all the different things he can draw, “And you get to see so many cool places...” The woman tells us “Exactly! Next stop is Humboldt County, California!” Jokingly, I say “Stoner break!” “Not even close! We actually got work over there!” She tells us.

Daniel comes by us, stands on the left side of Sean, begins “What are you guys doing? We picked a tree with Chris! It’s all crooked, like an old witch!” Noticing the purple haired woman, “Oh, hi...who are you? Your hair looks so cool! Is it a wig?” I look away and make an ‘eeee’ expression. The woman tells him while shaking her head, “Ah, well...What do you think?” He says “Mmmm...I don’t know...But it’s really cool! I’m Daniel! What’s your name?”

While giving him a high five and fist bump, she says “Hi, Daniel...I’m Cassidy. I dig your superhero outfit...” He tells her “I’m on a secret mission with my friend! It’s very dangerous!” Cassidy says going along with it, “I can tell! I hope you get your mission accomplished!”

They both turned toward us. Cassidy asks “And what’s your names?” I tell her “I’m (Y/N).” Sean says, nervously again “Oh, uh...Sean...I...I thought we told you.” She says “Now you did.”

A guy with brown dreads and a black dog comes walking up to Cassidy. It seems like they might either know each other or they don’t. The guy says “Sorry, went through some shit with the guys...How much you make? You ready?” Well, that answers my question. He turns to us, “Hello, pups...” Daniel noticing the dog, says “Oooo, is that your doggie? So cool!” While looking at the dog as it begins wagging its tail, the man says “Yeah, he’s been through a lot...Like most of us...So we adopted him. And he stinks! Yeah, you stink and you like, huh?”

The man bends down and pets the dog. Cassidy tells him, “He’s not the only one.” The man says “Have you checked your hair? I think it just twitched! You should keep your distances.” Sean says, confidently “Hey, never too careful! Who knows what may crawl out of there?” She says “Whoa-hoa, the boys join forces! You already perverting him, Finn!” I say “I think it looks cool.” Cassidy gives me a fist bump, says “See? She knows I’m clean...You’re the nasty one...”

Cassidy picks up her backpack and begins packing up her things. Finn says “Yeah, you always for those suburban folks...” Sarcastically, she says “Are you kidding? You wanna talk about your scoreboard, hotshot?” I say putting my hands up in defeat, “Hey, no worries...” “Come on, let’s bail!” He tells her. Cassidy tells us “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N), Sean and...” she bows at Daniel, “...Daniel.”

They walk away. Finn turns back around, says “Stay outta trouble, kids!” Daniel says, waving “Goodbye!” Cassidy says “Hope we see you on the rails someday!” Sean says “Yeah. See you around.” He says “That doggie was so cute...I miss Mushroom.” I tell him “I miss her, too.”

Cassidy and Finn are about to leave when they are stopped by a man who seems like a security guard. The man says, authoritative “Hey, excuse me! Dogs have to be on a leash around here. Too many strays...” Sarcastically, Cassidy says “Sorry, dude. We don’t do leashes.” The man says “Well, the city does. An unleashed dog is liable to a fine, so...” She asks, shocked “You’re gonna fine our dog? Well, that’s not very nice!” The man tells them “Loitering is illegal, too. And you don’t live here, right? Right?” “Calm down, sweetie. We’re allowed to visit the Christmas Market. Our dog’s not gonna eat you, look at him!” Finn tells him. The dog starts to wag his tail.

The man warns them “You better watch your mouth. You punks are always causing trouble...This is a nice town, okay?” Cassidy says loud enough for him to hear, “Jeez...Someone needs to get laid...” Finn says “He’s out of pills...” I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my snicker. The man says “That’s it, I’m calling the cops!” Cassidy says, sarcastically “Oh god, he’s gonna call the cops on us, Finn!” He says “Chill out, we’re leaving this shithole, anyway. You don’t even have a Santa, for Christ’s sake!” Cassidy says one last thing to the man, “Merry Christmas!”

The two exit the market as the man crosses his arms, “Fucking parasites...” Daniel asks “Why did they fight? I don’t get why he yelled like that...Should we do something about it?” Sean gives me a mischievous look. It took a couple seconds but then I got what he is getting at.

He says “See the snow on that booth?” Daniel asks “Yeah? What about it?” I say “Maybe this guy needs a shower...” We walk in front of him to give him some cover. We leave just enough space in between for him. I add “You know. To cool him down...” Laughing, Daniel says “You’re right! Hold on...” We cross our arms and pretend to look at the view. Sean says “Careful...Careful...” Daniel lifts his hand, laughs “This will teach him!” We hear the snow start to crunch a little and then it falling off the roof. Sean and I turn our heads a little to get a better look. We see the snow fall off of the top of the booth and right on the guy. The guy begins shaking the snow off himself in anger and discomfort. I tell him “Nice...” The three of us start to laugh. The man says “Come on!” We immediately stop laughing to hide what happened.

Sean sits down at one of the picnic tables. He pulls out his sketchbook and begins to sketch. I sit down next to him and try to see what he’s drawing. He noticed me and gives me a small smile. I scoot a little closer to get a better look.

Just as he finished up, Chris comes over. Chris asks him “What are you drawing? Whoah, it’s so cool! Are you like, a professional?” Laughing, Sean says “Nah. More like the opposite.” He says “You could draw comic books! The awesome adventures of...Captain Spirit and Super Wolf!” I say “That sounds really cool! I would totally read that.” Sean says “Pretty rad for a Hollywood name. Yeah...I’ll think about it!” He ask “Hey, can you add something funny to your drawing?” Sean asks “Funny? Like what?” Chris says “I don’t know! Something cool!”

Sean takes a few seconds to decide then he adds cartoon aliens and a spaceship. Chris says “I hope I can draw like you one day...” He says “I’m sure you will, man.” Chris walks away. I tell him “That’s really cool! It was sweet what you did for him.” He puts his sketchbook away as we get up from the picnic table.

We head to the front of the market and see Charles and Chris waiting. He asks “Hey, you guys ready to go?” I say “Yeah, all done!” Charles says “Cool, hop in!” Daniel and Chris climb into the back hatch. Charles climbs into the driver seat. Sean and I get back into the passenger seat. The two of them are giggling back there. Charles asks “Are you having too much fun back there?” Chris says muffle by the window, “Yes!” He says “That’s what I thought...” I look out the window and smile. He pulls out of the market. Heads back in the direction of their house and the Reynolds’.

#Sean Diaz x reader #Sean Diaz imagines #Life is Strange 2 fanfiction #Sean Diaz #Life is Strange 2 #LiS2 #Life is Strange #LiS #Life is Strange fanfiction #Life is Strange x reader #Life is Strange 2 x reader

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thefigureinthecorner · 4 years

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finished the covers for my caleb and adam playlists! putting them together because like......... i have to. i can’t separate them

there is a caleb/adam playlist too but i’m gonna post that cover separately bc i have a different idea for that one

playlist notes under the cut!

caleb

yes, this playlist is 40% sleeping at last. no, i am not going to apologize for that. they have an album called emotions, it was kind of impossible to not use those songs.

falling for the first time- barenaked ladies: this gives me some strong caleb vibes, and i think it’s because it’s kind of an upbeat but also vaguely self-deprecating song? i mean, come on. I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser/I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out/I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby/I'm so fly, that's probably why it feels just like I'm falling for the first time

son- sleeping at last: And I will try, try, try to breathe 'til it turns to muscle memory I'm only steady on my knees One day I'll stand on my own two feet And I'll run the risk Of being intimate with brokenness Through this magnifying glass I see a thousand finger prints On the surfaces of who I am

soul meets body- death cab for cutie: it’s got some caleb/adam elements, but ultimately i chose to use it as a caleb song, because it feels more specifically like caleb seeking out adam’s emotions because they make him feel more like himself; So brown eyes I'll hold you near/'Cause you're the only song I want to hear/A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

joy- sleeping at last: i just really love the way emotions are described in the songs on this album (well, except for fear, which has no lyrics and is also not on this playlist). i also just really love The clumsy start of adolescence/The glue that mends our broken remnants/An overwhelming sense of reverence/It's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold for caleb

a new mission- josh whitehouse: ah. this song. this was the song that made this playlist really, really difficult to make, because it was the first song i added and it set a very high bar for literally every other song on the playlist. it just feels so perfect as a caleb song to me, especially early on, when he was still figuring things out and he was constantly overwhelmed by all the feelings around him and in him.

Sometimes I can't control a feeling that I get inside my chest Even with those who are close to me, the ones I call my best I lose sight of all my confidence, in a heavy single step It's happened ever since my childhood, things I thought I'd put to rest I can keep my mind intact by getting on with a new mission I can push myself, having heavy ammunition When something gets me down, for a second I'm distracted I look back amongst the lights I consequently lit my path with

anger- sleeping at last: I mean, it kinda feels like this song has to be on here, yknow? especially with this part, which genuinely feels like how caleb describes anger sometimes: Like wildfire, it starts in my chest/The silence grows louder, ringing out in my head/I feel the Earth shaking under my feet/I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe/And it takes everything/And it all spills out, reckless but honest words leave my mouth

if i say- mumford and sons: aaand now we’re at the sad part of the playlist, because i can’t make happy playlists apparently. this one is definitely a safehouse caleb song; Show me your hands/Are they cleaner than mine?/Show me your face/Did you cross the line?/Show me your eyes/They any drier than mine?/Your soul survives/But peace, you'll never find

organs- of monsters and men: also a safehouse song, but more aftermath than in the middle of things. it’s sadder, more subdued.

sorrow- sleeping at last: more safehouse! who would’ve guessed!

I feel out of focus, or at least indisposed As this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold. Each brave step forward, I take three steps behind. It's mind over matter-- matter over mind.

Slowly, then all at once A single loose thread and it all comes undone

up with the birds- coldplay: caleb likes coldplay, so i had to include one of their songs, and this one is just. kind of perfect?

The sky is blue, Dreamed that lie 'til it's true, Then takin' back the punch I threw, My arms turn wings, Oh, those clumsy things Send me up to that wonderful world And then I'm up with the birds

adam

some of these songs are here for tone; the line between what adam would listen to and what helps me draw him is very thin compared to most characters. i did try to make sure they were all songs that fit him at least a little bit, though.

all the kids are depressed- jeremy zucker: i mean. i feel like the title kind of speaks for itself here, honestly. also the lyrics fit pretty well. there isn’t a ton of explaining that needs to be done for this one.

three- sleeping at last: yes i am back on my sleeping at last bullshit no i don’t care this song is perfect go look at the lyrics they’re all good here’s some of them: Maybe I've done enough/Finally catching up/For the first time I see an image of my brokenness/Utterly worthy of love/Maybe I've done enough

velodrome- dessa: this was one of the songs i included primarily for the tone; it’s one of the songs i listen to full volume on my Nice Headphones when i’m feeling too much at once because it kind of just gets rid of everything somehow. it just creates this kind of,, pleasant hollow feeling, if that makes any sense at all. but i realized after i added it that some of the lyrics do kind of fit: With a bell to tell us when we're hungry/There's a bell to tell us when we're tired/A bell that tells us to rise and fight/A bell to rise and die/It's just all bells/Sometimes I ring myself/To see if I might chime

drowning- jay brannan: a lauren playlist song, because like. fuck. that is all i have to say on this song: fuck

trapdoor- twenty one pilots: adam is a top fan because of course he is. i listened to this one a lot in high school so i’m passing it on to adam, and it also felt like a good follow-up to drowning

marching bands of manhattan- death cab for cutie: god this song is perfect. also, another song i listened to a lot in high school.

And it is true what you said That I live like a hermit in my own head But when the sun shines again I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound But while you debate half empty and half full It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

nine: sleeping at last: god, this song. it fits way too well and it hurts. it’s genuinely difficult to choose lyrics from this song, and i recommend looking at the full lyrics because holy shit, but like

Who am I to say what any of this means? I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen Now as I write my song, I retrace my steps Honestly, it's easier to let myself forget

Still, I check my vital signs Choked up, I realize I've been less than half myself For more than half my life

Wake up; fall in love again Wage war on gravity There's so much worth fighting for, you'll see Another domino falls either way

better days- radical face: 90% of my playlists have radical face songs. adam especially needed one, though, because his playlist notes mentioned he’d probably actively seek out queer artists, and also there was a youtube q&a where ben cooper said he never writes songs while he’s happy, and honestly the whole discography has adam vibes imo. anyway: When you're always drifting out to sea/Because the ground won't stay beneath your feet/And your head is pouring gasoline/On the person you prefer to be/Try to remind yourself/That it's probably gonna take some time/But there are better days to find

the little things give you away- linkin park: it just has that drowning vibe. i mean, it makes sense, they reference drowning, like, a lot in the song, but i feel like the tone of it adds a lot to that too. like, i can feel that guitar, you know? or maybe that’s just me. idk, it just works, i think.

in a week- hozier: you ever just listen to this in a dark room lying on your back with your eyes closed and yeah? because like, i do sometimes, and i kinda feel like adam does too. i needed a hozier song on this playlist and this felt like the most fitting one to add, and a nice subdued end to the playlist.

#the bright sessions #caleb michaels #adam hayes #i am v proud of these playlist covers honestly #i think that might be one of the best calebs i've ever drawn

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idkhow-you-found-me-writing · 3 years

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Missing Sun

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28073550

Ted missed the sun. The warmth it gave xem. The way xyr eyes hurt everytime xe, oh so foolishly, attempted to stare at it for an almost concerning amount of time. Just, all of the feelings that came along with the sun shining upon the Earth or, maybe even more importantly, Ted in particular.

That was, of course, a statement of the most ridiculous nature. Xe lived in San Dimas; Ted was pretty sure the last time xe saw a single cloud up in the sky was last year. The Burning touch of sunlight was just as much part of the landscape as that cliffs near town. Both of them were totally equal in their invariably.

And yet, here Ted was. Laying on the floor of xyr room, shivering from something akin to cold. Although xe has somehow managed to never in xyr whole life set foot in Alaska, xe couldn’t be so sure about that now. Ted couldn’t be so sure about many things at the moment. It was only the cold that managed to stay there with xem.

Ted made an attempt to open xyr eyes. Xe wanted-. No, that wasn't the correct word here to use. It didn’t reveal the desperation that stood behind that statement. It wasn’t a simple wish. It was more of a necessity than anything else. Xe had to see if the rays of sunshine were still able to blind xem completely. If they hadn't run away three days ago alongside xyr most excellent partner. If it wasn’t Ted who was running away by the virtue of not going after him, making the distance between them bigger and bigger with every second spent on doing nothing to lessen it.

The attempt turned up to be a successful one. Soft light coming from the window allowed xem to see the world once more. Now xe could watch xemself laying still, still in the xyr room. Dreadful thoughts of Alaska completely disappeared from xyr head. That, however, wasn’t enough to scare away the chill that settled deep down in xyr bones. Ted stood up. Xe just needed to be closer to the sun, that’s it.

Leaning on the frame of said window, Ted glanced at the view outside. Seeing the presence of clear blue sky was the most comforting. However, there was still something not right about this. Xe turned xyr eyes towards polaroid pictures of Bill and xem, strewn around the window ledge for a second and then back at the sky. What these things lacked was authenticy. All Ted was able to see were shadows of the original selves. Xe couldn’t stay in this place any longer, xe decided.

Finding the strength to go out of the house has been the most troublesome for a very long time. Possibly even predating that one time when xe tried to find a totally excellent birthday gift for the most esteemed associate of xyrs without his knowledge. Maybe their hearts weren’t meant to be locked away from each other, no matter the significance of the problem at hand. Ted agreed with this sentiment. Xe did it now, just as xe has done it during that fight, three days ago. Nevertheless, the words of explanation for xyr odd behaviour were too heavy to carry out at the time. Ted wished to believe that this changed, however xe couldn’t be totally centrain.

As it turned out, standing on the pathway did little to no help. Even after changing xyr surroundings, everything remained morbidly muted in its lack of any vibrant colors. Ted began walking aimlessly, setting xemself on a quest to rediscover life in California. A task much harder than some would most probably expect.

After a while, Ted found xemself on the way to Bill’s home. That revelation in and on itself was as surprising as it was not. Since the day they have met each other for the first time, there was always some mysterious force drawing one to the other. When Ted had learnt about magnets, xe couldn’t help but to make a connection here. Although xyr laughed at the idea they both ate matching magnets, Ted couldn’t regret telling him that. There was little thing xe would be able to regret if it made Bill as much as smile.

Xe looked at the house in front of xyr eyes. Simple wooden door has never seemed so imposing before. Breathe in. Breathe out. And three headshakes for a good measure. There, Ted was ready to face the most cherished colleague of xyrs again. Xe rang the bell.

Just as xe was starting to get second thoughts about this whole journey, the door was opened. Before Ted could muster, not even an apology, just a simple greeting, Bill tackled xem into a tight hug. Xe automatically leaned into it, totally forgetting why xe was nervous about this confrontacion in the first place. They just stood there for a while, hugging one another, the desperation slipping through the strength of their embraces. Finally, the world shifted back onto the right tracks.

“I missed you the greatest amount, dude.” Bill might have broken the silence between them but not the skin contact. “The last three days were totally non-non-non-heinous. Not seeing you caused me the most serious break of heart.”

“My most sincere apologies, dearest boyfriend of mine.” With the reality settling in once more, previously muted emotions came crashing down onto Ted. There were tears running down xyr face, making Bill’s crop top all wet. “It was the last of my intentions to be a source of this bogus feeling.”

Bill gave his most outstanding acquaintance a much needed moment to let it all out. Ted was in a state of the greatest appreciation of how considerate xyr best friend could be. After calming a little down, he spoke again.

“Ted?”

“Yeah, Bill?”

Their voices were barely louder than a whisper, delicate tones gently applied like a medicine over a somewhat fresh wound.

“it's totally not my objective to partake in any odious action of pressuring you to do something. You don’t have to tell me what made you so upset that night. I was just worried about you, dude.” Bill has never in his life sounded more genuine. If Ted hadn’t been set on explaining everything to him before, xe would have changed xyr mind based on hearing this declaration alone. There was no reason to hide it from him.

“It’s totally cool, dude. It was just my dad again. You are aware that his remarks can leave a person the most tormented.”

Bill stiffened at that and then immediately made himself relax. To say that he was merely aware of the ways John Logan managed to affect negatively his oldest offspring was inadequate to say the least. Bill wasn’t the greatest mathematician in history, however he also didn’t have to be one to know that things like this happened all too often in the Logan household. He began to slowly brush Ted’s hair with his fingers. This action was qually comforting for both of them.

“It was nothing about Alaska, not this time. He-” Ted cut xemself off here. As if the next words were too horrifying to say out loud. Nevertheless, xe knew xe had to continue. “He told me that I will never be enough. Not for him, not for our most bodacious band. Not even for you, dude.”

Another pause. Each word felt heavier on xyr tongue and left nothing but acid after escaping xyr mouth. It was the most revolting torture to go through. Bill must have sensed a new wave of tears creeping in as he chose this exact moment to give his response to all of this.

“That has to be the most untruthful statement I’ve ever heard, dude.” He quickly reassured his companion. “There is no way you would ever be not enough for me. Besides, you know what Rufus said, we’re totally going to be rockstars who will unite the whole world, Ted!”

This is where normally both of them would air-guitar. Maybe add a little “Excellent!” to the mix too. Bill sure did want to. However, due to the fact that this activity was severely more complicated while hugging, he settled for giving Ted a small kiss on the head. The occasions to do this while standing up were pretty rare so Bill guessed that it wasn’t too bad either. After seeing his beloved partner blush, Bill even thought of it as worthy of calling it stellar.

Nevertheless, what was significantly less stellar was the fact that Bill’s legs were starting to ache after standing on the toes for such a long time. With a great regret, he moved away from Ted. Atypically long embrace between the two was replated with a much simpler act of hand holding.

“You are totally right, the most triumphant friend of mine. Nevertheless, it can be hard to remember when your own parental unit feeds you the most contrary of opinions. I think I would rather start cooking normal things like mom did, you know.”

“Bogus.” The most triumphant companion of Bill solemnly nodded in agreement. Yes, it was totally bogus, no questions about that. The atmosphere changed back to more pensive. “But I have an idea!”

“What is it, Bill?” Ted perked up at this. Xe has always believed that Bill was just like his ideas- the most excellent.

“I’ll just have to remind you this each time your dad says something that’s totally not true.” He was pretty proud of himself for this one. In his humble opinion, his most recent of plans was totally righteous and impossible to fail.

“Dude! Your most recent of plans was totally righteous and impossible to fail.”

Although it was already late afternoon, Ted had an odd feeling as if the sun had just begun to shine when Bill ginned at xem. They air-guitared in synth to celebrate this most spectacular turn of events. Ted glanced at the sun in front of xem. This time, it didn’t hurt to do it at all.

#bnt #bill and ted #bill x ted #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #my writing

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dafukdidiwatch · 4 years

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Cool Cat Saves The Kids

I watched this movie and I still can’t believe this is the actual cover art for it.

God I wrote so many notes about this that even my flipping Bullet Points were basically an essay. I don’t even know how to begin just thinking about it hurts my head.

Overview: Cool Cat is Cool. Things happen to him, and he has to deal with bullying.

That’s it. That’s the thing I watched. Because there is no Real Flipping Plot to this movie.

This is a kid’s show. Or at the very minimum, a movie that is intended for children. It was based on a kid’s book series I’ve never heard of whose author Derek Savage decided to turn it into a movie. Though movie isn’t exactly what I would call it. When you watch it, it honestly feels like there are six 15 minute shorts that they just mashed together to a feature film, but even then that is a Generous Description.

Basically, the film tries to be a children’s program (and I guess has beef with Barney?). And you can see intent behind it being informative child-friendly psa. But the execution was so bad.

First, there is no plot. Sure the cover says that this is “an anti-bullying kid gun safety movie,” but it really give you nothing. What would happen is that Cool Cat has a problem, like someone bullying him or his friends. It would either A) be addressed immediately and solved so that’s great, or B) it is dropped immediately and never really addressed throughout the rest of the film.

And example of A is that the bully kid Butch just starts stealing candy just to be “evil,” Cool Cat sees that and chases him, and the kid gets arrested twenty seconds later. The End.

For B, Cool Cat gets a mean email. And...that’s about it. He responds to the email, but doesn’t actually address the issue and the subplot drops entirely until that VERY Last wrap up scene.

I think the reason for this lack of plot is that there was just WAY too many messages in here. Like, take a shot every time you see a psa announcement. It ranges from don’t bully, how to deal with bullies, being creative, crossing the street safely, to fricking GUN?! Like, the gun thing that I Guess was promoted in the movie tagline, only shows up the last 10 minutes. It caught me so off guard. You cannot call this a Gun Safety movie when guns aren’t even prevalent!!

And the lack of plot is counterproductive when you want to make a Kid’s Movie like this. If you want to tackle each issue as a show or a short, the messages would come across better. There would be more time to develop each message for kids to really understand. But because there is So Much to cover, a lot of the things are gonna fall to the wayside. There is no way a kid would pay attention to this, and if they do I doubt they are gonna learn everything that Derek Savage is trying to teach. There just isn’t any real focus.

The acting, god like they Tried to go with the kid friendly vibe, but was not working. At All. It was like they thought that to add emotion is to just enunciate your words as loudly as you can. Cool Cat was way too yelly. Every line he was just screaming, has no change whatsoever. Even Elmo can sound sad when need be (fucking love Elmo, but he does has a similar voice vibe to Cool Cat, just better).

Then the kids....I don’t want to be mean but I’ll be blunt. They are just reading lines, this is a middle school stage play basically. I’m not blaming the kids, Butch look like he had a hell of a time doing his villain laugh. It’s just that some of the scenes felt like it was taken in one shot and they didn’t bother to retry. Example: One kid got too excited and jumped his line, but they couldn’t just retake that??

And the lines, man. OOF. Some of it was bad. Like, really really bad placement.They should have had someone proof-read this.

Cool Cat: “Why Are You Painting That Wall?”

Random Kid: “Because Nobody Loves Us”

lol what?

Maria: “I bet those kids have never been shown love before.”

Cool Cat: “Thanks, and it’s all true”

LOL What??

There are just a LOT of lines like that that should have been rephrased.

THEN there are the freaking technical issues.

The audio kept fluctuating in sound quality, which honestly started to hurt with Cool Cat’s constant yelling. Some scenes it sounds like they recorded in a studio, sometimes it sounded like the actors had to yell in order for the camera to capture it. There were echos, there were layers, you can’t hear the lines over the song, you can’t hear the song over the cheers. There was one point whispers overlaid on top of the lines where I thought that Cool Cat just got haunted now. And the fun side of having headphones on means I heard the phone button noises in only One Ear. LOUDLY.

Blocking could have been better. There were a lot of backs to the camera, shots of characters walking away from camera not just off screen. This didn’t bother me as much, because I know this isn’t professionally made. But it didn’t feel like they really tried as much as just half-assed it. Example:

Cool Cat was drawing a picture with different colors, but the actor only used one marker and just said different colors. Or Cool Cat is working on a poster but really just rubs the already completed poster on a clean table as him “working.” Like, how hard is it to just film on a table with a bunch of craft supplies around you?

Then there are the questionable camera shots. LOTS of lingering shots to I assume fill up run time. These are shots of just showing Cool Cat walking round without having any real purpose. It shows Cool Catwalk all the way Up Stairs. Walked all the way Down Stairs. Walking into the House, walking into the Car. Even just shots of the parents doing things with no real motivation or impact to whatever Cool Cat is doing. It’s just there. If you want to say stuff like "oh well its to show the parents relationship" no it doesn’t. You can’t really add nuance to characters when the rest of the film is just one chaotic shot after the other. It just gets lost in translation.

The music number is probably what hurts me the most. You see Cool Cat WRITE the song. Then he SINGS the song. Then he DANCES to a DIFFERENT song. And that was it. He just needed the song for the parade, but there wasn’t any explanation or anything. I don’t even know WHY he needs the song for the parade! There was no explanation. It was just an excuse to have two back-to-back bad music video of poor choreography that again, NO POINT to whatever plot/message/psa thing he is trying to do.

I get that there should be some leeway since it looked like this was shot at Derek Savage’s house/neighborhood, so there really isn’t much they could do with their setting. But they could at least tried more with what they had. Cool Cat’s room doesn’t look exactly child friendly. There are only blank drab walls with two, maybe three posters of just Cool Cat himself. There is a reason the settings in other children shows have vibrant colors to engage them. Along with that, another half-assing moment was Butch graffiting Cool Cat’s poster, but it was one of those political posters you stuck on the lawn so it was like a foot tall outside. 1) You can’t really see that shit that small. 2) You couldn’t put the poster on a wall to film that scene at, to give a better view to the audience? It’s just a bunch of little things like that all over this film that really adds up.

Also, what’s with the posters only being about Cool Cat in his own room? A bit narcissistic if you ask me.

I'm also like 70%,sure they made this movie around the footage of them being in the Hollywood parade twice. They were at the parade, got the film, and wanted to use it so they made a movie for it. And I know it was twice because the announcers that were there to announce the arrival of Cool Cat had a costume change after switching scenes.

And after ALL of this, there is just so many random shit that really don’t do anything. Elements are randomly introduced and just as randomly dropped. We get a “next day” transition in the middle of the movie when days have already passed before them. Cool Cat breaks the 4th wall a couple of times with no real reason why. There is this joke where the camera was following Cool Cat into the bathroom for Cool Cat to ask for privacy, only to just ignore that bit every time he goes to the bathroom afterwards. Cool Cat just makes random ass noises when doing things, not important stuff. Just Doing Things. And he does this weird thing where I think he is trying to do Air Guitar, but it just looks like he is just shaking his leg a lot. I don’t really get it.

(Oh Shit, it is only after like the 3rd proof-read of this review I notice that in the gif you can clearly see the dude’s actual leg. I don’t know how mascot suits actually work, but I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to let kids actually see that there’s a person underneath in a kid’s show.)

There is also this....lowkey humblebrag going on? Which does not do the movie favors. After the first dumb song number, Derek shows off that he has a signed guitar by Van Halen. Like not just him playing it (which after the 15th zoom in on the guitar how could you NOT notice it thank you Derek), but pointing out to the audience that, Yes it was Indeed signed by Van Halen. Then there is the footage from the Hollywood Parade about the cars there. Sure, I get showing off like the Ghostbusters car, or Jurassic Park car, or the Batmobile. But Hurby the Love Bug? Night Rider?? Starsky and Hutch??? Magnum P.I.?????? The target audience is elementary kids, they aren’t going to know these old shows. So who is this for exactly?

Kudos to the cop for actually doing this, seriously. That cop probably had a hell of a lot of better things to do than arrest children for a bad after-school special.

And this is just SOME of the main problems of this film. There’s so much going on it would be impossible for me to go over everything without

The thing is, there is good material here. Maybe not great results, but there are a lot of ideas here that you can work with to make a decent kid’s movie. I actually loved the part where Cool Cat is dreaming and trying to figure out how he should handle bullies. I thought that was a good scene and a good way to show kids how to think through different options. There are good ideas here, but it was just way to much going on at once the movie basically shoots itself in the foot.

So here is My Version of what Cool Cat should have done.

Cool Cat is running for School President. That’s the main story line. Early in the movie he learns of a writing contest where the winner gets their own float at the hollywood parade (stretch but roll with it). But Cool Cat has no idea what to write, and talks to it with his friends who offers ideas. So he is juggling that along with running for Student President.

However, the Butch the Bully doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want Cool Cat to win. So he vandalizes his posters. Cool cat still runs and makes better posters. Butch tries to frame Cool Cat for vandalizing the playground, but instead his cronies get caught and convinced that it was a bad idea. So Butch decides to cyberbully Cool Cat and his friends to scare them off. He works with the other kid running for President to make a hate ad against Cool Cat, telling everyone how terrible and bad Cool Cat is. Cool Cat tries to go against this my making his music video song over how cool he is to swing the votes, making Butch more angry and vindictive to his bullying scheme.

Cool Cat doesn’t know how to get Butch to stop, but after getting advice from his friends, parents, teachers, and some hard thinking, he decides to confront Butch about his bullying issue, tell someone, and thus solves the problem. Later on after talking to Butch, maybe manages to convince him to start being friends.

Finally, Cool Cat uses this scenario to write his story about how to deal with bullying and make new friends. Which wins and we end with the Hollywood Parade.

Is this perfect? No. But it focuses the idea to one main plot (running for president) with the other issues naturally coming off of it, instead of making each issue it’s own separate thing. There is no random shifts in narrative, no GUN moments (or GUN in general we kick that shit out) and just focus on the main bullying theme.

Overall: This was a weird and bad children’s show. You have to put in a lot of effort into making a movie, but there was just too much going on for this to be a Good Children’s Movie, least of all a Good Movie in general. But it isn’t to say that it wasn’t morbidly enjoyable. It’s was like playing Spot The Difference to find all the Wrong Things in here. It was fun in a bad way.

So will I show this to children? No. But will I play a drinking game with my friends where we take a shot every time someone says the phrase “Cool Cat”? Yeah that sounds enjoyable.

Take a shot for every time you read “Cool Cat” in my review.

Side Note:

You had this as a GUN PSA, wtf are you doing holding a gun!? Given how the only 3 videos this channel has is only Cool Cat Trailers, I’m assuming this is official Cool Cat. Soooo.....what the hell?

#dafukblog #dafuking films #cool cat #cool cat saves the kids #week 8 movie #derek savage

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unicyclehippo · 5 years

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Modern Bodyguard AU!

joel isn’t impressed. joel isnt easily impressed, that much is true, but ellie can tell. not from his body language—he always stands like someone is a threat, even if that someone is five foot nothing and looks thinner than a rake under their jacket—but from his voice, which is flat, words clipped short, sentences shorter.

‘i assure you, dina is the best there is.’

ellie rolls her eyes. that voice she recognises very well—oliver tully, an unfortunately common face around the bodyguard business. he knows everyone and everyone knows him. and despite the fact that he’s a known leak when it comes to tour dates, lunchtime appointments, bars a musician might frequent, he’s also really good at his job.

‘tully, tell me why i oughta trust you again? last time we were here, you got us chased down main by a mob of rabid fans.’

‘rabid,’ tully laughs. ‘that’s a bit extreme—‘

‘one girl was literally foaming at the mouth. if that ain’t rabid, i don’t know what is.’

‘enthusiastic.’

‘uh huh.’

ellie grins, shakes her head. no, joel is not impressed, not one bit.

‘as it is, joel—‘

‘miller.’

‘miller,’ tully corrects himself, and makes every effort to ensure the hurt in his tone is clear to joel. ‘this isn’t about me or anything that i might have said in passing to abigail peterson, this is about the safety of our girl. ah,’ tully squeaks, clears his throat. ellie can see past the blockade joel is making of his body that tully’s hands are shaking as he smooths down the front of his colourful jacket. ‘your girl, of course. and you’re in luck! i have the pleasure of introducing you to dina hayes.’

joel grunts.

‘she’s trained in several martial arts, is familiar with counter-surveillance, is very good at crowd control,’

‘can she talk for herself?’

‘i can,’ an unfamiliar voice agrees.

ellie sits bolt upright from her couch, boot heel thumping against the coffee table. from the silence outside, it’s clear that they all heard her, but mercifully joel continues interrogating this dina person without calling her out on it.

after the initial literal jolt of interest, ellie forces herself to relax. she can’t lay down but she sits at the edge of the couch and closes her eyes, strains her ears to listen to this voice. beautiful voice. there’s a rasp to it that hits on some words but not others, and ellie is eager to get her to talk more freely and for longer so that she can know what words they are, and why, and to get a feel for the lilt and linger of her cadence and pronunciations, because as it is, her short replies aren’t enough for ellie to—to what? they just aren’t enough.

‘i’ll talk with ellie about it,’ joel finally says. ‘and i’d like to give you a test, if you’re up for it.’

‘always.’

‘alright.’ joel scratches at his jaw. ‘alright. wait here.’

he retreats up the stairs into the room where ellie is waiting, closing the door behind him. for a moment he just looks at her, brows raised, and then he says,

‘y’know, it’s not ethical to hire someone just cause you think they’re pretty.’

ellie scowls at him. grabs for her guitar. ‘that’s not—i didn’t even see her.’

he shrugs. ‘seems to know her stuff. i can take her out, see how she does. get maria to draw up an NDA and a contract—three months maybe, probation.’

‘right.’ ellie’s shoulders hunch as she leans over the guitar, remembering why exactly they’re hiring for a new bodyguard. it had been a hard transition—ellie isn’t ever the most fond of change and so getting rid of david had been...hard.

‘you alright?’ ellie grunts. ‘can you use your words? i don’t want to leave you here if you’re not okay,’ he adds. to someone else, the words might sound none too gentle, but ellie can hear it. the faint adjustment as he forces himself to be quieter, and calmer.

ellie plucks a discordant note on the guitar. ‘i’m okay to leave. just thinking about. david.’ she doesn’t have to look up to feel joel’s glare. ‘sorry.’

‘not your fault, kid. but don’t you waste one second of time thinkin’ about him—he’s not worth it.’

‘i know.’

‘good. i’m going to spar with this hayes lady, see if she’s any good, and,’ joel pauses. when ellie glances up, she finds him watching her. specifically, her hands as they pluck across the strings of her guitar in an unfamiliar tune. ‘see you in an hour.’

it’s been one hour and fourteen minutes and ellie is sitting on a stool placed halfway between the door and the coffee table. her coffee is cooling there and making faint rings around ellie’s own face, staring up at her out of a folded over magazine and a cheery yellow post-it note that reads, in strict block letters, THINK ABOUT IT.

she hasn’t been thinking about it—an offer made in the magazine by another artist, apparently, who is interested in working with ELL, the rising country star. she’s been thinking about how it’s been one hour and - fifteen minutes now and joel isn’t back. she’s not worried; she can hear him outside. it’s just odd that he’s late, which he almost never is, and also it’s extremely odd that he’s, well, if she didn’t know any better she might think that joel is being friendly.

joel.

there’s a knock at the door and ellie can’t decide whether to sit or stand so she’s an awkward way between the two, pushing herself up off the stool, when she calls for them to come in.

‘ellie,’ joel greets her with a big grin. ‘sorry i’m late.’

‘it’s fine.’

he doesn’t buy it but he looks her over and decides to agree, obviously, when he nods. ellie feels her heart rate settle—if joel thinks she’s okay, then she probably is, after all—and she sits and directs her attention to the second pair of boots standing in her doorway. up to comfortable black jeans. up to a plain shirt and a shining jacket ellie will have to talk to her about. up to long brown hair and up to a nice smile and and then, finally, up to a pair of warm brown eyes.

‘hey. dina hayes.’

‘hey. ellie knight.’

dina hayes’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and it makes ellie blink and look away because she’s been making way too much eye contact. she focuses on joel, who has moved a few paces back to lean against the wall. he raises his brows, shrugs.

‘hello, ellie knight,’ dina hayes says, and though the words and tone are faintly teasing, ellie doesn’t think she minds. ‘i’m going to be your bodyguard for the next three months. provided i don’t steal from you or let you get arrested or smoke on duty.’

it takes a moment for ellie to form a reply, because this is the most she has heard dina hayes speak and her voice is wonderful. warm in tone and pitch, rasping now and again. orange, ellie thinks. orange like a tabby cat in the sun, orange like campfire, orange like bleached red dust and dust motes in a red room. the images come instantly, flooding her, and she picks some out and discards others as incorrect, but all of them are good. not quite right, but all good.

‘second hand smoke isn’t good for anyone but i need my lungs,’ ellie tells her, shrugs.

‘ah, that makes sense. i thought miller meant weed but second hand smoke, that makes sense.’

‘no drugs,’ joel barks from his place against the wall.

dina hayes grins, winks at ellie. ‘only riling you up, miller. this is a drug free temple,’ she tells him, gesturing to her body.

‘it makes me anxious anyway,’ ellie tells her, because she knows this game. she widens her eyes to look innocent. ‘not that i’ve ever smoked weed, joel.’

he mutters something about hating them both, and girls, honestly, and he’s going to have a heart attack before retirement so the payout had better be good, and lets himself out. he doesn’t close the door, and ellie suspects that he hasn’t gone far.

‘so, you’re okay with me hanging around?’ dina hayes asks.

‘yeah. if joel says you’re good, i trust him.’ dina nods at that, clearly making a mental note. ellie pauses. ‘your jacket.’

‘hmm? cool, right?’ dina hayes swivels to show it off and the sleeves brush against the body of it, the sound swishing and shushing and—dina hayes is grinning so ellie just nods.

‘it looks good.’ technically correct, since that’s not the issue ellie has with it.

‘thanks!’

ellie stands, eyes flicking to her guitar to make sure the movement hasn’t jostled it. she hasn’t been touching it but it’s instinctual now. she crosses the room, hand outstretched, and meets dina hayes’s eyes for a second time.

‘dina hayes, welcome to my team. i hope you enjoy it.’

the hand that takes hers is small and shakes firmly, calloused palms and even a few scars. warm.

‘i believe that i will, ellie knight.’

#prompt fill #ellie x dina #video gays #tlou

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artschoolfreddie · 4 years

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You’re My Best Friend

a/n: hey! i came across @quirkysubject‘s queen prompt meme the other day and as i was reading through it, i came up with an idea of my own - the boys just hanging out as friends. so i started thinking about it more and i decided to write a short little one shot about it!! i’m pretty proud of how it turned out, since i haven’t written much of anything, so hopefully you guys like it too! please give me feedback, that would be very much appreciated, and let me know what you think!! (i also posted it on my ao3 here)

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no warnings, just friendship

The cool spring breeze came though the opened windows of Roger and Freddie’s flat. It was March and university had started, and work was piling up for everyone. After a short band meeting with Brian and John, they all decided it was better to stay here and do some work than to go all the way back home, they figured they could all study together. Although Freddie didn’t study much, being an art student, but he didn’t mind, he could find something to work on.

After the (very short) meeting, they all got to work, Brian reading an astronomy book (something about Zodiacal dust?), sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, across from the tan couch in the living room. John was working on what seemed to be some sort of schematic or blueprint, in between Brian and Freddie, on a yellow bean bag Freddie found in a random stall in Kensington Market. Freddie, on the floor with his back on the couch and across from Brian, seemed to be working on a number of things at once, flipping through a sketchbook, drawing a bit on each one, until he finally settled on one and paid extra attention to it, content with what he started with. Roger… well Roger was studying for a Biology test he had coming up, but got a bit bored and distracted, so he started to read some magazine that was lying on the coffee table in front of him, while he himself was sitting upside down on the couch, long blond hair touching the floor.

It was quiet, a good noise level for studying, but Freddie couldn’t take it anymore. He could handle it for a bit, but the sound of pages turning was starting to become deafening. He broke his view of his sketchbook and looked around. All three boys were entranced in what they were doing and didn’t seem to notice or be bothered by the quiet. He quickly did a double take of Roger sitting upside down and smiled to himself. What an idiot, he thought, lovingly, of course. He glanced down at Roger’s long locks and couldn’t help but give them a quick tug, causing Roger to yelp and drop the magazine he was gazing at on his face. His yelp also startled John, who looked up at the ruckus, and Brian, who also dropped the heavy book he was reading on his face.

“Rog!” Brian groaned, sitting up and giving Roger the biggest death stare he could muster. “What was that for?! I dropped my book on my face!”

“Don’t blame me, Fred pulled my hair out!” Roger whined back, rolling on his side and ‘accidentally’ kicked Freddie’s head.

“Oh, never mind then, thanks for that Freddie.” Brian gave Freddie and Roger a big smile, to which Roger just scoffed in reply and contemplated throwing a pillow at Brian, they were called throw pillows after all.

“Don’t be so dramatic, dear, it was just a slight tug. Besides, I thought you’d be used to that by now.” Quickly dodging another ‘accidental’ kick from Roger, Freddie stood up and looked at John who snorted and was giggling in amusement.

“Not sure you have room to talk about being dramatic, Fred.” John giggled again, watching Freddie as he got up from the floor and made his way towards the turntable in a corner of the room next to a window.

“Me!? Dramatic?! Oh, I would never, why would you ever suggest that Deaky dear?” Recanted Freddie as he took a random record from an old box on the floor. These records were Roger’s most prized possessions, and hated it when anyone even thought about taking one in case they weren’t careful enough, but he didn’t mind when Freddie took one – he trusted him. The record in questions was Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland, a band favorite. He put it on the turntable and carefully placed the needle to the first track, and let it play.

“Hendrix. Good choice.” Brian said and got up from his place on the floor and followed Freddie to the kitchen, where he was starting to put water in a kettle. Roger and John decided to follow as well, finding it extremely hard to work without tea or some snacks.

“Yes of course darlings, I can make you guys some tea, thank you for asking!” Freddie said – maybe sarcastically, the boys couldn’t really tell (they could, they loved to annoy him) – when he realized that they all gathered around the kitchen with him, picking at some sweets and other food that was left over from other flat mates.

“I didn’t know you can read minds, add that to the long list of things to keep note of when I’m around you.” Roger chuckled and ate some peanuts that were laying around, realizing that he probably needed to clean this table up more, it was a mess – he’d have to tell one of his flat mates about it.

“I don’t think Fred would want to see what’s going on in your mind.” John quipped and Brian stifled a laugh. Roger could really be thinking about three things – girls, cars, or music. And John was right, Freddie – if he did have mind reading powers, which unfortunately, he didn’t – did not want to take that chance.

“He’s right, if I could read minds, I wouldn’t waste my time with your minds. I’d read, I don’t know, Marie Antoinette’s mind, to see what she was thinking. And how she’d spend all her riches, oh, and what kind of jewels she liked best.”

“I’d read Jimi Hendrix’s mind, maybe I’ll be half as good as him if I knew what was in his mind and how it worked.” Brian contemplated this as Voodoo Chile played in the background, letting the bluesy guitar take over his senses. The rest of the boys nodded and quietly agreed, Jimi Hendrix also being one of their favorite artists, one of the few things they could all agree on. “Actually, maybe I’d read Leonardo Da Vinci’s mind. I like Italians.”

“How boring. I’d read John Lennon’s mind, a musical genius and I’d like to get in his head. He’s already had such a big impact on the world, it would be interesting to know what’s in his head.” Roger chewed with his mouth opened as he said this, so Freddie gave him a glare as if to say You better close your mouth before I make you.

“All interesting, but I’d probably read William Burrough’s mind. The man’s seen and done more than I ever will, maybe I can catch a glimpse of what goes on in that kind of… environment.” John ended with a laugh, and the others followed suit. As quiet and calm Deaky was, he could go wild and cause lots of trouble, never underestimate the quiet one.

The boys thought about their decisions and all agreed with each other, thinking Of course he would pick them, knowing each other so well, they basically knew each other’s answers before anyone said them.

Suddenly, the kettle started screeching and startled them out of their thoughts. Freddie got the kettle while Brian took some teacups out of the cabinets, already knowing where they were, having been here many times before. John also knew where the teabags were, third drawer from the right, and took a box of Earl Grey tea, Freddie’s favorite. At the same time, Roger got the sugar cubes from the drawer next to him and prepared the area to make room for the tea. Freddie poured everyone a cup and fixed themselves their tea to their liking.

The smell of the Earl Grey, the sound of Hendrix, and the cool breeze was calming. Feeling content and happy in the moment, John couldn’t help but smile. He was with his bandmates, who happened to be his best friends, drinking Earl Grey tea – of all things 20 something year olds would be drinking on a Saturday – listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. He only met the guys a few months ago, but he already felt at home and was completely comfortable with them. This wasn’t exactly what John imagined when he thought of college life years ago, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“What’s on your mind, Deaks?” Brian asked, a hint of a laugh in his voice and small smile on his face, bringing his tea to his mouth and taking a sip.

“Oh, you know,” John laughed slightly, “just thinking about how I imagined life would be like in Uni versus what it’s actually like.”

“What, like we don’t party and have a really good time?” Roger and Freddie looked at each other and couldn’t help but giggle, reminiscing on all of the alcohol fueled nights at their little market stall, trying on ridiculous clothes and whatnot.

John almost spit out his tea with that interaction and he remembered all the debauchery that went on with his newer friends, especially with those two. “Well, yes of course but you know,” John started, “I just didn’t think I’d be drinking Earl Grey with Jimi Hendrix playing in the background on a Saturday having a study session with my best friends, you know.”

A couple of hm’s were heard, and again, the boys agreed. It was a bit unusual to be doing this when they could be doing practically anything else, but none of them minded. It was nice, spending time with each other, not just as a band, but as friends. They knew they had a good future because of it, a band that stays together have a very good chance to be successful. And none of them would want to share the fame, money, success, and the hardships, with anyone else. They were all each other best friends, after all.

“I’m hungry, you guys wanna get some lunch?” Roger broke the comforting silence, and a chorus of yeah’s followed. The boys quickly finished their tea and headed out the door.

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