#also the top interview is when he's like yeah one time i was puking into a trash can onstage and i think i missed one chord. bitch!!!

[transjudas]

Frank telling every interviewer he sees at Bamboozle 2007 about how for once he’s not the one sick to his stomach on tour after a bunch of the guys in My Chem and other bands got food poisoning. (x, x)

#frank looking around at everyone being sick around him like oh how the turntables #also the top interview is when he's like yeah one time i was puking into a trash can onstage and i think i missed one chord. bitch!!! #emetophobia cw #for the tag mostly #frank iero #gerard way #ray toro #mcr

[its-time-to-write]

ch. 4 - hustling for the good life

table of contents Oh hey it’s Jamie’s side of things

also. I don’t proofread. yes I’m sorry, no I won’t change my ways.

takes one to know one

Here’s the thing. While you’ve been hopping around London, doing interviews and press and meeting all sorts of talented musicians, Jamie’s been doing his own work. Namely, badgering Keeley about his chances with you.

“She’s really pretty,” he confessed in the car on the way home from Isaac and Stella’s. “She’s like, fucking I don’t know, ethereal or some shit.” Keeley’s basically passed out, which is why Jamie is talking so freely. He knows she won’t remember shit. 

“Learned that word the other day,” he continues, “It’s like something you see can can’t totally understand. Or like, out of your league. Anyway, that’s her. Think she was all freaked out, though. Maybe too many people. Weird, innit, international star like her anxious in a crowd of people. But I really liked talking to her. Fuck, Keeley, she’s smart. You can tell in her lyrics.”

Keeley responds with a snore.

Jamie chuckles. “Yeah, alright, we’re almost to Roy’s. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, yeah? Like I said, not like she’d go with someone like me anyway.”

—

Jamie severely underestimated Keeley’s ability to retain juicy gossip. Yeah she was sloshed, so much so that Roy had to carry her inside and onto the bed, but that didn’t stop her from sending Jamie a text the next morning that said, ?????? and a gif of your face.

Jamie replied in kind. ??????

U fucking kno what im asking, Keeley replied. U like her.

Jamie responds, that aint a question, keels

Fine, Keeley writes, here’s one

What the fuck did you mean, ‘someone like me????’

Jamie grimaces and puts his phone down. He’ll respond to that later but now, he has to go running around the field and puke his guts out because Roy’s a fucking sadist.

—

Jamie’s been a fan of your music since, like, your first single. He’s not even sure how he first heard it but he did, and then he’d listen to it when no one could catch him.

Then you started gaining popularity, and it was more acceptable for him to listen to your soft yet upbeat songs. He came home one weekend to find his mum playing Blue Glass on a speaker in the kitchen, and they sat down at the counter and listened to the entire album, not speaking the whole time while Simon puttered around cooking dinner.

He’s followed your career through the trade from Manchester to Richmond, then back to Man City and then Richmond again. 

And yeah, he’s had a little bit of a crush.

But god, there’s no fucking way he has a shot in hell. Sure, he’s the Premier League’s top player, but you? You’re on another level.

Paps don’t even bother trying to slander you anymore because they’ll never find a speck of dirt on you. There are always pictures of you volunteering, or visiting kids in hospitals, or petting dogs or some shit. Stuff that’s usually staged, but with you it isn’t.

You’ve never had a scandal hit the papers, always been spotted out with a famous model/actor/singer boyfriend who has never once been seen cheating on you. Jamie wonders if anyone could even consider cheating on someone with as much talent and kindness as you seem to possess.

Anyway, you’d never go for someone with his relatively checkered past. All you have to do is google “Jamie Tartt,” and there he is, making out with models, headlining cheating scandals, and having sex in fucking jacuzzis.

Yeah, you’d never go for it.

But as he’s at training, running drills and practicing goals, he keeps thinking about the way you looked with your feet in the pool, hair blowing softly in the breeze.

He decides to have a serious chat with Keeley.

—

He turns up to Keeley’s house and fucking Roy’s there, except this time it’s not really a surprise. Roy opens the door, scoffs, then walks away. 

“Prick’s here,” he calls to Keeley somewhere in the house, except it’s not as angry as it used to be. Jamie can almost trick himself into thinking it’s affectionate.

“Hello to you too, grandad,” he says to Roy’s back. Roy grunts and heads to the kitchen, presumably to finish making dinner. 

Keeley bounds down the stairs and wraps Jamie in a hug. “Glad you’re here, babe. Now we can have a good chat.”

She leads him to the couch and hands him a fluffy pink pillow, one that Jamie remembers throwing across the room more than once. Fuck, there’s another reminder why he shouldn’t even be thinking of seeing you again. He couldn’t properly emote when he was with Keeley, so how’s he supposed to navigate a serious relationship?

“Oi, stop overthinking,” Keeley says, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Weren’t overthinking,” Jamie replies automatically. “And since when are you a mindreader?” 

Keeley grins at that. “I’m not. Your face was just all twisty and shit, which means you’re actually using your brain for once. So come on, out with it.”

Jamie’s not entirely sure where to begin, but he opens his mouth and everything sort of comes spilling out. How he talked to you for ten seconds and is pretty sure he’ll never actually love again. And he’s convinced himself that he might have a shot but then he’s reminded of all his shitty choices and thinks he’ll never measure up but god fucking damnit, he wants something real and yeah, you’re another celebrity, but there’s something about your eyes or maybe it’s the way you move your hands, but he knows for sure that if you were just a regular girl he saw on the street, he’d feel the exact same way. 

Except neither of you are like, actually regular people, but for different reasons. And his fucking shitbag of a father is always looming in the back of his mind, especially since playing Man City the other week, and he won’t let his dad try to have any sort of hold over you because that would be shitty. So anyway, he’s pretty sure that’s everything and he’s probably going to die alone.

Keeley says, “Whoa,” with big eyes once he’s finished, and for a moment Jamie thinks she’s going to call a mental institute, but then she cocks her head and says, “Jamie, you do know that nothing’s actually happened, right? Like, you haven’t even asked her out?” and Jamie realizes that he’s been knee deep in his mind for a fucking long time.

“I mean, Roy’s no saint,” she continues while Roy shouts, “Oi!” from the kitchen, “and we still got together.”

Jamie just looks at her.

“Alright, bad example,” she says. “But hey, you’ll never know if you don’t try. I mean come on, you’re Jamie fucking Tartt! You’re like, the best footballer in all of England! And you’re right fit,” she says just loud enough for Roy to hear.

“I can’t cook for shit,” Jamie says miserably, and Roy barks out a short laugh while Keeley pats Jamie’s arm.

“You’re way too far in your fucking head, babe,” she says sympathetically. “Take it one day at a time, yeah? You don’t even know if you’ll see her again.”

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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[jlf23tumble]

hi jen~ whats your thoughts on the recent Louis interview with Jojo?

It was good? I actually found the 98.9 interview wildly more entertaining (not least because Louis himself was struggling, this guy was not the best interviewer), but in both cases, we learned some things, and that's always fun! I would argue you learn WAY more in the 98.9 one, Jojo is mostly repetitive fluff/filler, but I feel like UAs were really selective with both options. Anyway, since you asked specifically about Jojo, here's a recap, I haven't done one of THOSE in a minute!

Unrelated takes from me: 1) Jojo's hair, wow!! 2) How is Louis hotter every time he's on this show? 3) All the prework Louis did for this rollout is truly fascinating, even the "live" pieces

And now some momentsTM that I liked from the interview:

Louis spent the first half of COVID doing nothing but putting his feet up (lol, I would reckon he actually HAD it at least once, too, but whatever), then in the second half, doing this record

He's doing "gewd, a LI'TLE bit tired"

Damn, he's into that dude from Stone (note to self: would I call Stone punk???), and I love how he says he's pretty judgmental when it comes to music, so he's figuring it's on him to bridge the taste gap with his fans and introduce a lot of stuff he thinks they're gonna love (me: yeah, because they ONLY listen to 4 guys, literally ever, that lens has room for growth, my friend)

FITF is a distinct different from Walls in that it was a) designed to stand up at a live show ("Every song," says Jojo, "YES, every single song," says Louis, "Bullshit," says me, "those late-era Streets weepy cryalongs work for one song, tops!") and b) it's "hopeful, there's no emotional weight" (says the dude who wrote Chicago)

Louis wrote 40 songs for this album, recorded 25, then picked 16, 17, and he won't go back and unvault them, so don't ask :(

There isn't a track with the title in it, he tried at least twice (two sets of writers), but it's quite 'ard to capture it down in words, cut to the feeling! (paraphrasing)

He HATES being in the room for a listening party or to debut some tracks: "You feel like a bit of dick, just sat there, nodding your head along to your own tunes." (his voice during this bit, uncapturable in text) He wants people to have their own opinion, and, "If I'm sat there, they won't say it's shit if it's dead eggy, no offense to people who do that," with a cheeky smile

Louis's drummer is also his musical director???

He goes into the pit at the end during KMM because it's the same energy he gets when he first walks out on stage, only x10, which sure is some feedback, if you're looking for it!

In answer to whether he has an alias for hotels, he does, but he can't remember the ones from 10 years ago and is pretty sure it's the same one today anyway (okay, stoner!), but regardless, it's obviously a fake name, which is annoying when hotel staff want ID during the many times he's locked himself out (always the hotel keys! free idea for Oli, maybe just create a fake ID for this pseud, McLovin style)

Only Louis can say he never wants to come across as arrogant or wanky, and because of that, it stopped him from looking at how important he is ("dare I say it!") or his songs are for people in some moments ("it's us as a collective") and not have it sound like garbage

His take on the video for Bigger Than Me was that because it's a big-sounding song, you need a nice-looking place, and you have to have a bit of narrative beyond just walking around, so he's building a fire: "maybe it represents GROWTH...maybe it's just a fire" (his voiceeee in all of this bit, too, sarcastically hilarious)

The best and worst moments in past performances are captured elsewhere (long pause for the classic Freddie in the crowd story, puking after too many vodka red bull top-ups on stage story, respectively), but the drinking on stage got me because I think it has been pretty well established that they DID drink on stage, that it wasn't rare, so maybe this was the first time??? Anyway, it WAS just after Zayn left, so could be lots more going on...I keep thinking of those water bottle reaction shots, plus Liam Payne's own casual descriptions

He moved away from anything too dance-y on Walls because he had already done it with Steve and Bebe but acknowledges he was close-minded and overthinking it on that album, hence he's embracing the dahnce here

Louder, for people in the back, he's different than he was 10 years ago, he feels he's constantly evolving as a person and as an artist, it's a moving puzzle

Jojo's obsessed with the paranormal, and Louis's a cynic (hello, new X Files one-shot), so Louis's happy to stay in whatever spooky room someone wants to assign him to and report back (bonus points if you know the special word that'll get the ghosts to talk to him, he's down for it)

I wanna know more about the time Louis had sleep paralysis and thought someone was sitting on his chest, but it was probably just sleep deprivation, not a hag (!!!)

The tattoo discussion gave the rather obvious reveal that Louis's main point in exchanging tats with Jojo was to mildly embarrass him, so he's owed some sort of retribution for covering up the shit emoji (typo in FITF sees like an odd choice, but I'm not in the know on "shaming radio DJs")

Disguises are silly because even on Louis's first ski trip after he was famous, he was covered head to toe, you could only see his eyes, and people still spotted him and wanted photos. Jojo figures someone must have told them, and Louis thinks it's because of Harry being equally famous the person who he was with, but Jojo points out that Harry this person would have been covered up, too, which really gets Louis thinking, lmao. I loved the bit with Jojo staring into Louis's eyes (Louis: "Yeah, you get it now")

Old friends are super British about Louis's fame and aren't that bothered ("in the nicest way"), so once a year (!!), they'll give him a well done ("I know--at least I hope--that they're proud of me, we don't talk about it," what, not even Stan? ouch)

Louis DOES have a special relationship with Chicago, this affiliation, so the goings on in the song are half theoretical/imaginative and half based on real events (OOHHHHHH????)

#louis tomlinson #jojo whatever #recap #i do love promo videos #UAs can never capture it all #and this was a longer video #and more boring because of it #but there's some gold #not as much in the other one oof!

[whats-wild-to-you]

Dark Horse (100 Days sequel)

[aftermath]

[Jay’s POV]

I watched Soo-jin fidget with her hands, constantly rubbing them against the fabric of her pants. Her gaze was casted downwards, she was avoiding my stares.

“You’re okay.” I said reassuringly, but refrained from wrapping my arm around her shoulder like I wanted to.

She just nodded, but I realized she wasn’t so sure herself. The fact that she agreed to my proposal so fast last night made me think she would be okay. Now I regretted ever asking her, but it was already too late to back out.

Instead of doing the interview at home, like I thought we would, hyung had the brilliant idea to rent a suite in a hotel. To preserve our privacy, he claimed. Maybe that’s why Soo-jin was shaking like a leaf. On top of having to do something very hard, she was also in a unfamiliar environment. For a moment I forgot she wasn’t used to situations like these, while they were like second nature to me.

When she lifted her head and looked at me I had to hold myself back from grabbing her and dragging her out the door, into the car, and back home.

“If we do this, we’ll have our peace. We can put everything behind us.” 

I smiled and nodded at her, but realized she wasn’t really talking to me. Rather, she was giving herself a pep talk.

“Mr. Park, Ms. Jang, we’re ready for you!” The interviewer announced. Everything was set up. The living room area of the suite looked like a tv studio.

I looked over to Soo-jin, who was anything but ready.

“Excuse us for one moment.” I said to the older man apologetically, while pushing Soo-jin towards the adjacent bedroom.

“You look horrible, maybe this was a bad idea.” I remarked, tilting her head so she was forced to look me in the eyes.

“No. I’m fine! Please. Let’s get this over with!”

“No, you’re right. Sometimes I’m too impulsive. I make plans without thinking about the consequences.”

“Well, I thought about the consequences, and I’m okay doing this.” She tried to put on a brave face but I saw how scared she was. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, take her anxiety away, but I hesitated. And the worst part was, I didn’t know why.

Soo-Jin looked at me, grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers through mine, and lead the way back to the living room.

“You two are good to go?” The interviewer asked, focusing his gaze on Soo-jin. She smiled and nodded, sitting back down on the couch so a crew member could attach the mics on us.

[Soo-ji’s POV]

When the camera man yelled ‘cut’ I felt sick to my stomach. Literally.

I quickly apologized and fled towards the bathroom, retching as I puked in the toilet.

I felt Jay’s presence behind me, his one hand reaching for my hair, keeping it out of the way, while the other was stroking my back in circular motions.

“Are you sick?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with concern.

I got up and shook my head, walking over to the sink, splashing some cold water on my face.

“Just nerves.”

I sat down on the rim of the bathtub and Jay joined me.

“So when is this going to air?”

He looked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. I knew his mind was elsewhere. Suddenly he got up, smiling brightly at me. “Wait here!”

He sprinted out the door, and I was left wondering what he was hatching this time.

A knock on the door broke the silence. I opened the door to find Mr. Kim standing in front of me.

“Are you done already?” He remarked puzzled when he walked into the empty suite.

“Yeah, you missed all the fun!”

“Was it awful?”

“I threw up right when we finished, so, yes! It was awful!”

“Where’s Jay?” Mr. Kim blurted out, looking past me.

“I have no idea. He suddenly got up and ran out!”

“I bet he had the same idea I had!”

“Which is?”

“I’ll let him tell you. You two need to celebrate this win!”

He hugged me, and left immediately. Minutes later Jay walked in again.

“You just missed Mr. Kim!”

“I saw him in the hallway. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Let’s go!”

“Gladly.”

Our celebratory dinner consisted of ramyeon, samgyeopsal and a bunch of side dishes Ri-Na had dropped off a couple days ago. And lots of soju.

“Oh my God, I’m full!” I exhaled, putting my chopsticks down. Jay was rubbing his belly like he was five months pregnant. It made me laugh and for a moment I forgot about what had happened earlier in the day.

“About earlier.” Jay began, his tone cautious. “I caught up with the tv crew in the parking garage. I told them to hold onto the video, and not air it yet.”

“What? We really shouldn’t drag this out!”

“Instead, I told them to make a copy of the unedited video.”

“Why? What are you plotting again?”

“I’ll send the copy to my stepmother.”

“You’re going to blackmail her?”

“We laid it all on the table, every secret I ever had. Who would buy that book now anyway? I’ll save her the trouble and a lot of money.”

“You think it’ll work?”

“I don’t know her very well, never cared enough to get to know her, but from what I remember she cares a lot about what the public thinks of her.”

“Do it then! Send her the copy.”

[Jay’s POV]

A pesky vibration woke me up from my slumber. Soo-jin was stirring next to me and I patted blindly on the nightstand until I got a hold of my phone. The vibration stopped and I checked the time. 

3:18.

Carefully I slid out of bed, only to have Soo-jin clinging onto my arm.

“I’ll be right back!” I whispered into her ear, kissing her temple lightly.

“Hurry.” She mumbled half asleep, making my heart race.

“You better have a good reason for waking me up in the middle of the night!” I whisper-yelled into the phone. After the short call, I silently went back to bed. I laid down, spooning Soo-jin, pulling her close to me.

“Good news?” She asked, turning around so we were face to face. Despite it being pitch black in the room, I thought I was still able to see the glint in her eyes.

“The best.” I countered, placing a dainty kiss on her nose. “Now go back to sleep.”

[Soo-jin’s POV]

Jay woke up the next morning with the best mood ever. I had momentarily forgotten about the call he received last night, and hurried up in the shower so I could ask him about it. 

Jay though, had entirely different plans. Suddenly he opened the shower door, standing there stark naked, grinning at me.

“Noooo! I’m starving, please!” I said pleadingly, trying to convince him that I was already done showering.

“Move over. I’m not going to have sex with you in the shower!” He retorted in fake dismay.

“Ooh. Sad.” I giggled, while soaping up his back, before leaving the cabin so he could shower in peace.

When Jay came out of the shower, breakfast was already done. I poured us two cups of coffee and sat down next to him.

“What was the call last night about?”

Jay almost choked on his coffee, he was that eager to respond.

“Hyung. He called to say that my stepmother called him in the middle of the night, because she saw the video.”

“Oh my God! She basically admitted she was behind the threats!”

“Right? She demanded to speak to me but hyung wouldn’t give her my number. Instead, he told her if she stopped the release of the book, we’d promise to destroy the video.”

“But how can we be sure she’ll really keep her end of the deal?”

“Hyung found out the publishing company that was supposed to publish the book and threatened to sue them unless they burn all the copies.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah, I texted him earlier and he said he was on his way there to supervise.”

“Mr. Kim missed his calling. He’d be a great detective!”

“Don’t tell him that! He already thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes. Hey, do you know what that means?” Jay said, looking at me expectantly.

“Mr. Kim took care of everything, there’s nothing left for you to do, we can get naked again and have shower sex?” I replied, winking.

“No! It means we can finally enjoy our life together. No more drama.”

“Less drama. More shower sex! I’ll drink to that!” I raised my coffee mug for a toast.

“What is wrong with you?” Jay snorted in between giggles, cocking his eyebrows.

“I’m ovulating. And I’m horny. Why won’t you have shower sex with me?”

“Because I don’t want to have to tell our child how it was conceived. So only missionary from now on!” He said as a matter of fact, chewing on his pancake.

“You’re kidding! You’re not kidding. I- we-”

“I know, we’ve been dating for a minute, but it feels like we’ve been together our entire lives, don’t you think?” He turned to look at me, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“You want kids? With me?” I never thought about kids, but suddenly I found myself toying with the idea.

“Why do you sound so surprised? You know how much I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life!”

“Me too.” I eventually said, blinking back tears of joy.

“Now that that’s out of the way, I believe I heard you say something about ovulating? Let’s go make a baby!”

“Right now? Finish your breakfast first!” I said, unable to control my laughter, but looking at Jay, I knew he wasn’t joking at all.

***

The End

#Jay Park #more soju please #MORE VISION #park jaebum #park jaebeom #park jaybum #jay park scenarios #Jay Park fanfic #jay park imagines #khh imagines #jay park AOMG #aomg jay park #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #AOMG #aomgofficial #h1ghrmusic #h1ghrgang

[theladyofdeath]

Another First Date {Fatherhood}

An extension of Oblivion. It’s not necessary to read the story first, but if you’d like to, here is the masterlist: Oblivion

A series of short stories that revolve around Cassian as a single father, raising his daughter, Lily.

Fatherhood {Oblivion Masterlist}

Cassian looked in the mirror and slowly shook his head.

He felt ridiculous.

It had been almost ten years since Cassian had been out on a date and he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. If it hadn’t been for Feyre and Elain’s constant asking of him to get himself back out there and be happy, he wouldn’t even be doing what he was about to do.

It wasn’t that Feyre and Elain wanted him to forget about Nesta. Instead, they insisted that he was lonely, even though he really wasn’t. He had no time to be lonely.

Lily kept him on his toes.

At nine-years-old, she kept him just as busy as she had when she was a newborn. Instead of changing dirty diapers and gifting her unending bottles, though, he was taking her to dance and soccer, helping her with homework, and bringing her and her friends to the park on playdates. 

But, after his sister-in-laws thought he should be doing more for himself, they had set him up.

He had a ton of emotions about it.

Nerves being at the top of the list.

Excitement from time to time.

An excessive amount of guilt. 

Which was ridiculous. Of course, he knew Nesta wouldn’t have minded him finding someone else. It had been nearly a decade since her death. By now, most people would have moved on and found someone new. 

Cassian just hadn’t been ‘most people’.

“You look nice, dad.”

Cassian spun around, not having heard his daughter creep into the doorway. Kiara, their golden retriever, sat by her feet.

“Yeah?” Cassian asked, looking back in the mirror. “I shouldn’t wear the red shirt?”

Lily shook her head, arms crossed. “Definitely the black.”

“Alright,” Cassian sighed. “Thanks, kid.”

Lily nodded. ‘Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome. While you were getting yourself all prettied-up, Aunt Lainy got here. She’s ordering pizza for me and Nora.”

Cassian nodded as he grabbed his wallet and keys from off the top of his dresser. He slowly faced his daughter. “Look, if you’re not okay with this-.”

Lily groaned and rolled her eyes. “Dad, I told you it's fine.”

“I know, I just-.”

Lily, apparently having heard enough, turned on her heels and walked away, Kiara keeping just behind her. He had asked Lily the week before if she would be okay with him going on a date.

And he had continued to ask her every day since.

She’d never seemed concerned about it, had told him to go and have fun. He then went on to go into detail about what dates entail, and she told him to please shut up when he told her he may be kissing some random woman.

He also told her that no one would ever replace her mother.

It was impossible. 

And every time Cassian had asked Lily if it was okay, she had told him it was.

So, here he was, feeling like an inexperienced teenager, about to go out on a blind date. Tanwyn worked with Feyre, and Cassian knew very little about her. All he knew is that she was nice and pretty and liked kids.

Cassian figured it was a good starting point. 

When he went downstairs, Elain, Nora, Lily, and Kiara were all on the couch together, turning on a movie. When Elain saw Cassian, she whistled. 

“Look at you, handsome,” she sang.

Lily and Nora covered their mouths and broke into a fit of giggles. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, as he reached the floor and headed toward the door. He stopped in the living room, though, and knelt down in front of Lily. “You’ll probably be asleep when I get home, so if that’s the case, I love you and goodnight.”

“I love you, too,” Lily beamed. “Now leave. It’s girls night.”

Cassian snorted and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. “Be good.”

“She’s always good,” Elain said, shooing him away. As he walked by her though, she whispered, “Have fun, Cass.” 

He would.

He would try, anyway. 

As he got into his truck and put Tanwyn’s address into his GPS, though, he felt like he was going to puke. A date. What did people even do on dates these days? Was romance still a thing, or was it all about sex?

Sex.

Mother’s tits, it had been a long time since Cassian had sex. He’d become quite friendly and familiar with his hand throughout the years, though.

That had been Rhysand and Azriel’s chime when he told them their wives were trying to set him up.

Look at it this way: even if it goes bad, at least you’ll get some.

As Cassian stopped at the stop sign at the end of his road, he felt the strong temptation to turn around and haul ass back home.

But, he knew that would only lead to a scolding from Elain, so he turned right and made his way toward the main road. 

Ten minutes later, he was pulling into Tanwyn’s driveway and regretting everything. 

Leaving his truck running, he strode to the front door, rang the doorbell, and waited.

He could hear hurried steps on the other side of the door, and then it was thrown open.

Feyre had been right - Tanwyn was pretty, and perhaps only a year or two younger than Cassian. She wasn’t much shorter than he was, with her long, tanned legs and long, brown hair. 

She smiled when she met Cassian’s eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Cassian said, then cleared his throat. “You look...nice.” 

She wore a red dress that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. 

“You look pretty good yourself,” she said, and stepped out onto the porch, shutting and locking her door behind her. “I’m Tanwyn.”

“Cassian,” he said, and held out his hand like he was at a damned job interview.

Tanwyn let out a quiet laugh before shaking his hand, delicately. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Cassian, the gentleman he was, opened the passenger side door and helped Tanwyn up into his truck. He then got behind the wheel and put the truck into reverse.

“Feyre’s told me a lot about you,” Tanwyn said, when they began driving down the road. 

“Uh oh,” Cassian muttered. “All good things I hope.” 

Tanwyn nodded. “All good things.”

They fell into a silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, even though Cassian’s thoughts remained racing at a million miles an hour. 

What was she thinking?

What exactly had Feyre told her?

Was she aware that he kept glancing at her breasts?

It was going to be a long night.

They pulled into the restaurant and Tanwyn made a comment about how much she liked the place he’d chosen. It had been years since he’d been there, the last time being for a company Christmas party, but the food was good and it was upscale enough to be considered fancy. 

They sat in a corner and there was a candle lit between them. The waiter brought out a bottle of white wine, and Cassian wasted no time downing his glass before filling up again.

Just a little to take the edge off.

“You seem nervous,” Tanwyn said, at last, after the waiter brought them a basket of bread.

Cassian took a slice of bread out of the basket and buttered it up before he asked, “Exactly how much did Feyre tell you about me?”

Tanwyn’s eyes softened, and there it was.

The pity.

“I know about your past, if that’s what you’re referring to,” she said, and took a piece of bread for herself. “And I know you have a daughter, too. Lily, is it?”

“Yeah,” Cassian said, finally finding a subject he was comfortable talking about - his daughter, his love. “She’s almost ten, although she thinks she’s sixteen.” 

Tanwyn chuckled. “I get that. I don’t have kids, but I have a niece I’m close to. She’s the same age. Maybe we can get them together sometime.” 

Cassian nodded as he gave her a nice, gentle smile. “That sounds nice.”

The dinner went on like that. Tanwyn was kind, and she seemed genuine. There was nothing about her that was a turn off, nothing that seemed strange or out of place.

Which is why, when Cassian brought her back home after dinner and dropped her off, he walked her up to her front door and leaned down, pressing his lips softly to hers.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, and it was nothing heated, nothing intense.

It was….nice.

But that’s all it was. Just nice. 

When they pulled apart, Tanwyn smiled. “Goodnight, Cassian.”

“Goodnight,” he said, and she walked inside.

So much for getting some. 

Cassian made his way back to his truck and got inside, and drove back across town to his house. There was a soft light on in the living room, but the rest of the house was dark. He looked at the clock on his dashboard. It was just after ten. 

When he opened the door, Elain was sitting on the couch by the lamp on the side table, watching some horrid reality t.v. show. As soon as she heard the door, though, she was looking over her shoulder, brows raised. “You’re home early.” 

Cassian chuckled as he strode to the couch and plopped down next to his sister-in-law. “Yeah, don’t tell your husband that.”

Elain smiled, but she nodded as she looked back toward the t.v. “So, how’d it go?”

Cassian thought for a minute about the right way to answer such a loaded question, but he eventually settled on, “It was okay.”

“Okay?” Elain repeated. 

“Nice,” Cassian pushed. “It was nice.”

She looked over at him, then. “Will there be a second date?”

Cassian let out a breath through his nose and shrugged. “I don’t think so, Lainy.”

“Why not?” she asked, only curiosity in her voice. “She’s nice, and gorgeous, and judging by the pink lipstick on the corner of your mouth, she’s into you, too.”

Cassian hesitated as he reached up and wiped off his mouth. Sure enough, on the back of his hand was the softest tint of pink. He laughed, quietly. “She was nice. And, yeah, she’s beautiful….but, it just didn’t feel right, you know?”

"Because of Nesta?” Elain asked, resting her head on the back of the couch.

“No,” Cassian answered. “Yeah. Both yes and no.”

Elain just watched him, waiting for him to continue, patiently. 

“There was just no spark, you know?” Cassian said, at last, staring absently at the wall beside the t.v. “With Nesta….it was like this all-consuming fire. Constant flame, passion….” He shook his head. “Every time I even thought about her I would get so weak in the knees that I couldn’t function, and my mind….would just lose all train of thought. When I was with her, even when we were just kids, starting to date, I had no doubt in my mind that she was the one that I wanted. Even after the years we spent apart, I never lost sight of that, never stopped feeling that way about her. Even now, after ten years without her, Elain, every time I think about her…” His words trailed off as a lump caught in his throat and his vision blurred. He cleared his throat, and even though Elain didn’t push for him to continue, he said, quietly, “Nothing and no one can ever compare to what we had. And, I know relationships aren’t meant to be compared and that I could probably get together with Tanwyn, or someone else, and be happy enough. But, when you had a love like Nesta and I had….everything else just seems….small. Insignificant. Underwhelming.” He looked at Elain and he saw what was left of a tear that had fallen down her pale cheek. “I loved too greatly to love again.” 

Elain opened her mouth to speak, surely to protest, but Cassian shook his head. “And I’m okay with that. I’m at peace with it. You and Feyre worry too much. I’m not lonely. I have a great job, a great family, and an incredible kid,” he said, tossing his arm around Elain and pulling her into his side. “As for sex, Tanwyn was too nice for a one night stand. Good thing my hand is great company.”

Elain laughed, pushing off of him. “I can always count on you to ruin a moment with something inappropriate.”

“Yeah, that was an Azriel and Rhys comment, wasn’t it,” Cassian said, even though he was grinning. “True, though.”

“TMI,” Elain commented, shaking her head. She stood, taking her empty wine glass with her to the kitchen. “Wine?”

“Considering it’s mine?” Cassian chuckled as she disappeared around the corner. “Yeah, sure.”

She came back a moment later with two full glasses. “I thought I’d crash on the couch tonight since Nora is already asleep with Lil in her room. Azriel won’t be back from his trip to Adriata until tomorrow afternoon.”

“He needs a new job,” Cassian muttered, taking the glass from her outstretched hand. “Travels too much.”

Elain hummed in agreement, but the job paid well, and Cassian knew that’s why none of them ever complained. 

Cassian kicked off his shoes and watched crappy t.v. with his sister, instead of having spent the night with a beautiful, single woman. Elain didn’t push him any further about it, even though Cassian was fully aware that she most likely had a thousand more questions.

He had meant what he’d said, though. 

I loved too greatly to love again.

His relationship with Nesta had been more than a relationship. She had been his soulmate, and when two hearts connected on the level that theirs had, there was no going back to those simple, mundane relationships.

They just didn’t compare.

And Cassian was okay with that.

He wouldn’t trade what he’d had with Nesta for anything, even though their time together was cut far too short. He’d do it all again, even if it led to the same outcome.

Every damn time.

It was better to have loved Nesta Archeron and lost than to have never loved her at all.

#modern au #oblivion #cassian #nessian #fanfic #fanfiction #spin-off short series

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We could be friends

A/N: This is a requested piece for Matthew Tkachuck. I struggled a bit, changing the intro a few times so I hope it flows well. 

Summary: A few months after a breakup you go out with some of the Flames players for a couple drinks. You end up having a wild night with Matthew Tkachuk after you both admit  to wanting this for a while.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, mentions of cheating, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), maybe something else?

Word Count: 6400

“Hanifin" you call out “you’re getting mic'd up tonight.” 

He smiles while nodding to you and continues down the hall. You work for the flames as a member of the social media team, have for the past 4 and a half months. You don’t really know a lot of the players on a personal level, most of them make casual small talk with you. 

Your interactions are kept relatively short, especially on game days. Players have a ritual, and you don’t want to intrude on their process. Beyond that you help with coordinating the media for team events, whether they are charity events or ones organized by the PR. During some of those events you get the opportunity to mingle a bit with the players, but as you are still at work you keep it professional.

After the game you are in the locker room unclipping the mic from Noah. Some players are conducting interviews while others have wandered off for a postgame treatment.  

“You coming tonight?”  

You aren’t sure if he is talking to you, even half full the room is buzzing; the boys are coming off a big win. You look up at the 6’3” defenseman who is easily 2 inches taller on his skates; he took his jersey off but waiting for the mic to come off to remove his chest protector before continuing. His light blue eyes stare down at you as he waits your response. 

“Coming where?” you ask turning the mic off. 

“A few of us were going to grab some drinks. Didn’t know if you were joining us” he explains. 

“Nah (Y/N) doesn’t come out. I’ve tried as few times but she always scurries home to her boyfriend” Tkachuk jokes coming to his stall beside Noah’s. 

Another reason why you don’t have any real relationships with the players is Mark. You have been dating for a while, and he is insecure about the fact that you work around all men, attractive men. If you spent some time outside the hockey rink you likely would have some knowledge on the boys besides their ridiculous nicknames for each other.

You haven’t wanted to cause any ripples so you never ventured out with the team. And honestly you weren’t too upset about it, after working a long day you enjoyed coming home and curling up in bed with Mark. But that all changed when you came home from the road trip a few weeks ago and found him in bed with Sarah, someone you thought was your good friend.

You shoot Matt a glance and turn back to Noah “you know I think I might come tonight” you say, turning around and walking away out of the locker room.

2 hours later you are sitting at the booth with a couple players. You quickly ran home after the game and touched up your makeup and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and your black long sleeve turtle neck. The bar is slightly casual but you don’t want to be under dressed so you throw on a pair of short heeled booties and a simple gold chain to dress it up.

A few of the older players and their significant others recently left as the time is encroaching on midnight. Some of the other players are scattered around the bar, you see Matt by the bar talking to a red head who is wearing a dress that is way too tight, and should likely have more fabric given the cool Calgary temperatures. She is laughing at one of his jokes, her hand lightly touching his forearm.

“He’s always like this” Noah says from across the table. “Makes a big deal about getting us out, team bonding and crap then wanders off never to be seen again.” You laugh hearing him say this and Noah gets up to go to the bathroom. You look down at your drink and see its basically melted ice at this point and get up heading to the bar.

As you wait for the bartender’s attention you feel a body brush up against you, you glace out the side of your eye and see light brown hair and immediately knowing who is there. The bartender walks over and you order another drink and Noah does too.

“So Matt said you have a boyfriend” he asks, you can tell he is just making small talk and doesn’t really know what to lead with.

“Uh we broke up” you respond.

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, he was a crappy boyfriend I just wish I saw it sooner” before you have a chance to continue talking and change the subject a body presses  between the two of you throwing an arm over both your shoulders.

“I can’t believe we finally get you out, and you decide to drink that garbage. I know you didn’t drink a lot but come on, 15 year olds drink that. Thought you would have acquired some tolerance by now” Matt says mocking your safe beer choice. “No hard liquor, and you went for a light beer too.”

Without responding you flag the bartender down who walks up to you “can I get four tequila shots?”

You turn your attention back to Matt “I like the taste of beer. But I went to school for communication I learned how to handle my alcohol” you say throwing back one of the tequila shots with ease.

“No salt or lime?” Noah asks watching you.

“Don’t need training wheels” you reply handing each of the boys a shot.

“Nah I’m good. I learned a while ago not to drink that poison. Have fun” he jokes setting his shot down and walking away.

“Guess you have to take two” you say as Matt shifts more of his weight to you, his hand sliding down to your mid back. You look around him to the red head that is shooting you daggers as she watches her hard work begin to unravel. You chuckle slightly because you know you won’t be going home with Matt tonight, given the choice he would obviously take home the red head.

Matt throws the first shot back, making a face as it burns going down his throat. He sets the empty glass on the bar before pulling your face close to his mouth so he doesn’t have to yell over the music.

“Maybe you should give me the passcode for your phone. That way when you start puking in the bathroom I can call your boyfriend to come get you” he jokes taking a sip of his whiskey.

“I’ll be fine, besides your little friend won’t take too kindly to me handing you my phone. She already looks like she is going to kill me just for talking to you.” You pass him the second shot and you both cheers before throwing it back, feeling the liquid slide down your throat. Matt gently squeezes your waist, likely an involuntary response to the burning from the tequila.

“I’m not too worried about her” he says placing the glass on the counter and sliding his hand further down your back, his pinky an inch above your jeans. You begin to feel a fire ignite in your core, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. You play it off as the tequila playing games on you, you’re reading into this. There is no way Matt is flirting with you, he likely hasn’t even noticed where his hand is resting.

“So is your boy out of town or something?” he asks. You shoot him a questioning glance “you never come out, figured if you are it’s because he is away and won’t know” he continues. You flag down the bartender and motion for three more shots.

You don’t answer instead you turn your body slightly to face the bar, but stick your ass out a bit. You immediately throw one of the shots back, wincing slightly at the burn. You feel Matt’s hand slide off your back before you speak “no he is in town I think.”

“You think?” he asks sliding up beside you, leaning on his arm against the bar.

“Well I stopped caring what he was doing or where he was going when we broke up” you explain looking up at his dirty blonde curls.

“Oh sorry to hear that” he says smirking.

“No you’re not” you laugh back at him.

“Yeah, break ups suck. If you need anything, I mean I know we don’t know each other that well…”

“I’ve been doing alright, and these tequila I put on your tab have also helped” you smile at him inching closer to him. “But it happened like almost 2 months ago, so I’m actually pretty good.

“Two months, how did you keep it a secret?”

“Well it happened right before Christmas, and after the break there was the road trip but I didn’t go on it. And then it was all-star break. Haven’t actually worked a lot, and we aren’t really that good of friends. I didn’t consider you a top priority in informing of my personal life” you explain taking another shot.

Matt stands at the bar, holding the shot in his hand. He sways it in his hands staring at you for a minute. “Maybe we can change that” he says taking the shot, placing the glass upside down on the bar.

“Change what?” you ask.

“Us not being friends, we could be friends” he says moving closer, his thigh pressing against you. You roll your eyes at him “why can’t we be friends? We can go shopping, grab lunch. Send some text messages, maybe see a movie every now and then” his mouth is inches from your ear. You feel your knees get weak, wetness pooling in your core as you breathe in his cologne.

“Matty” you hear someone calls from behind you. Matt steps away from you and turns his attention to the voice, you look over your shoulder even though you know who is there. Up close you notice how her boobs are practically popping from her dress, and she likely spent hours doing her hair and makeup.

“Yeah” he replies slightly annoyed.

She walks up to him and is practically pressed against you, pushing you out of the way trying to capture his attention.

“Want to do a shot?” she asks coyly.

“You know I think I’m good, we’ve already done a couple” he says eyeing over to you. The red head follows his gaze, shooting you a scowl.

“Well I think we we’re thinking of heading to another bar soon anyways. This place is getting kind of boring.”

“Oh well have fun” he says to her. You immediately see anger bubble in her face, you turn away so she doesn’t see you laugh.

“You don’t want to come?” she whines.

“No I think I’m going to stay and chat with my good friend (Y/N). You have a good night.” He turns his back to her and you hear her huff out a breath of air as her heels click away. Matt looks at you and see’s the large grin on your face and he shakes his head.

“I don’t know what was better. That little interaction or you calling me your good friend.” “We could be good friends, she doesn’t know” he retorts putting his elbows on the bar beside you. “So tell me friend why did you and your boyfriend break up?”

Your eyes narrow slightly as you stare at him “good friends know about each other’s relationships. Like as my good friend you know I am single.”

He stops talking waiting for your response “he slept with my good friend Sarah. Part of the reason I’m not looking for any more good friends at the moment” you reply.

“Well as your good friend I promise to not sleep with any guys you date” he says smiling.

“What if I date a girl?” you ask.

“I promise I won’t sleep with anyone you date, man or woman. No real friend would do that” he takes a slow sip of his whiskey. “You date woman too?” he asks.

“I have, yes” you take a sip. “As my friend do you have a problem with that?”

“Oh the contrary. As your friend I just want you to be happy.” You shake your head at him and chuckle “you sure you’re okay though being cheated on sucks.”

You stare up into his eyes and see concern and  sincerity looking back at you, making you think maybe he has some experience with this. You were going to make some smart ass comment about what girl broke his heart but you feel maybe this isn’t something he wants to joke about.

“We were together just under two years but since we broke up I realized how much of myself I lost. Before him I had a lot of friends, guys and girls; but early on we got in some fights on about him being uncomfortable with me hanging out with my guy friends. He thought I wanted to sleep with some of them and I would cheat which is so ironic now” you take a slow sip of your beer before continuing. “I just didn’t want to cause problems with him, found it easier to just not see them to avoid a fight. I mean I shouldn’t have given up my friends, but I saw some of them at the holidays. I’m thankful all of my old friends, guys and girls, were willing to let me back in. But I haven’t been this happy in a while” you say smiling.

“Well that’s good, if you’re happy then I’m happy for you friend” he says playfully nudging you.

“Okay good friend, tell me some things you know about me” you joke.

He stares at you for a second “if we’re good friends you should know basic stuff like my birthday, where I’m from, favourite colour. I don’t know how we can be friends if all we know is the other person is single” you say smiling.

Matt’s eyes narrow, you can see the wheels turning in his brain as he takes a sip. He sets the empty glass on the bar, taking a deep breath. “Your favourite colour is (Y/F/C); you grew up in Calgary. You like tea instead of coffee, you love the show Friends, made obvious by your Friends mug and t-shirt you have rocked at the arena. You have a major sweet tooth, but not a big fan of salty, and prefer white to red wine.” He continues to ramble on a few more facts about you before you finally cut him off “how do you know all this?”

“You caught my attention on day one, but there is still lots I don’t know.”

You turn your head to him slightly “like what?” you ask him taking a sip.

He steps closer, his thigh pressing to the back of your legs “what it takes to make your toes curl. What it sounds like when you moan.”

You choke on your drink and start coughing as you try and capture your breath. “What?” you croak out.

You feel his hand return onto the small of your back, his pinky slides through your belt loop. You take a gulp as he grins, his mouth inches from your ear. “I have thought about this since the first day I saw you, what you look like under that shirt. What you taste like, what you feel like” he stops as a shiver runs down your spine.

His hand slips slightly further down, resting above your ass. “Tell me you haven’t thought of this and I will walk away right now, act as this never happened.”

You consider his words, and remember the first time you met him. The first time you saw him was in the locker room, he was in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

“”This is the boys locker room” Sarah says opening the door. You walk in and see the back of a man who is standing at his locker, he has on a simple outfit with a backwards baseball cap. You can see his blond curls sticking out the sides of his hat, he hears people enter and quickly turns around.

“Oh sorry Matt I didn’t think anyone was in yet” Sarah explains as your eyes lock on his.

“Oh no worries I got her early to get my things set up. I don’t think anyone is supposed to be here for another hour” he explains smiling taking a few steps towards you.

“This is (Y/N), she is starting with social media and team engagement. I’m just giving her a tour of the building.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matt” he says sticking his hand out which you accept smiling back at him. You know who he is, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. Being a Flames fan your whole life you knew who the players were, but watching him on the ice the last couple years you developed a middle school crush on him. He skated around the rink with such ease and he seemed like someone who is fun to be around, someone who can make you laugh all the time.

Feeling his hand on yours, the same hands that you watch get in fights,  makes you begin to wonder what else they can do. You imagine what his body would look like under his shirt, your juices running down his chin. You get lost in his eyes, and don’t realize you still are holding his hand until Sarah calls you to continue the tour. You shake your head and immediately release his hand, your cheeks going red.

Matt smirks at you, running his thumb on his chin “look forward to working with you” he calls out as you turn to hide your embarrassment.

Matt is still staring at you, a sideways smirk on his face waiting for you to respond. You quickly turn your head away and whisper a soft no.

“Really? The redness on your cheek says otherwise. It tells me I am right, you have thought of this” he says shooting you a devilish grin. His mouth is now inches from your ear “tell me when your home alone, lying in bed. And you slip your fingers, actually you probably have a vibrator or two”

“Or three” you whisper softly. Matt heard you because he groans before he continues “so when you turn on your vibrator and slide it in, what do you think of? What gets you going? When you fucked your ex whose face did you picture when you would cum?” he gives your ass a light squeeze, as you feel his warm breath on your neck. You are practically dripping at his words, but you wait knowing he isn’t done “I’ll be honest, I’ve thought of you over the past few months. We’ve had some great times in my mind.”

“So tell me, have you had to bite your lip from screaming my name?”

“No” you reply lightly knowing that isn’t the answer he is looking for. You feel him tense up but before he moves away, you continue “I didn’t have to, because Mark never made me…he never…” you pause for  a minute, flustered and unsure of why you are telling him this.

“He never made you cum?” Matt growls in your ear and you just shake your head in response. You turn your head to look at him “if you let me I’ll make up for the shitty sex and-“ unsure what has come over you, you lean forward attaching your lips to his. His one hand firmly grips your ass while his other slides up to cup your face, your mouth opens allowing him more room.

You turn around in his arms, sliding your hand up to grab his bicep as your tongues dance in each other’s mouths. You feel a body nudge into you slightly and you suddenly become very aware you are making out with someone in the middle of the bar. You pull away gasping for air and whisper against his lips “take me home.”

Matt doesn’t respond instead he throws some bills on the bar quickly and pulls you out the door. You don’t even have time to zip up your coat on before he is opening the cab door and pushing you in. You slide across to the far seat and Matt crawls in sitting beside you. You smirk at him as you lean against the corner of the seat and door.

Matt tells the driver his address as the meter starts “there is a $50 tip if you keep your eyes on the road” he says, eyes dark with lust. Before you can respond he crawls over to you and slides his tongue back in your mouth, his hand slides up and down your stomach. This kiss is fast and passionate similar to the one in the bar, his hand slides under the fabric of the shirt and you pull away.

Your eyes go wide and Matt is smirking down at you. You shoot your eyes to the taxi driver “what if he looks” you whisper to him. Matt just smirks and sits up in the middle seat, pulling you to his lap.

“Can’t see anything now” he whispers before sucking on your neck. His hands are on your ass but are hidden from the driver thanks to your long coat. You rock your hips against him, feeling the outline of his bulge.

“Careful baby” he warns against your neck. You bite your lip as Matt begins nipping on your neck, you rock your hips more, getting closer to ensure Matt can feel it through the jeans.

“Last warning” he hums in your ear sucking on your ear lobe. This doesn’t stop you, in fact it encourages you to keep going. Matt’s hands come around to the front of your jeans and quickly undo the button and zipper. He brings his lips up to yours and starts kissing you, when you feel him shove his hand inside.

He pushes your soaked underwear to the side and thrusts two fingers inside of you. You pull back and take a gasp of air “I warned you babygirl” he chuckles as his fingers begin to move inside of you. You burry your head into the crook of his neck as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you “can’t wait until we get home” he whispers. His thumb begins to press circles on your clit as his other hand massages your breast.

“Can’t wait until I get to hear you scream” he sucks on your neck increasing the pace of his fingers. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, maybe because it’s been so long since another person has given you one, or it’s the tequila shots. Or it’s the fact that you’re in public with a stranger mere feet from you, something you never imagined yourself doing. Maybe it’s a combination but all you know is your orgasm is seconds away.

“Matt please” you whisper likely a little too loud.

He instead kisses your jaw “you gonna cum” he whispers. Unable to respond you nod and his fingers increase their pace. You grip Matt’s waist and bite his shoulder to try and supress your moans as he pumps you through it. You feel your walls spasm as liquid spills out coating his fingers, when you finish you rest your forehead on his shoulder and take a deep breath.

You feel his hand come out of your jeans as he gives your ass one final squeeze “we’re here.”

You look around and realize you were unaware the taxi had stopped, and you don’t even know how long you have been stopped. You roll off Matt as he pulls a $100 out of his wallet for the $20 fare. You jump out of the taxi, Matt quickly behind you. You stop on the sidewalk and attempt to do up your pants as his hands wrap around you “don’t bother, they’ll be on my floor in 2 minutes.”

Before you can react he pulls you inside to the elevator. You pull your coat in front of you, so nobody would know as you feel your cheeks flush. The doors ding close and Matt walks over standing in front of you. He gently lifts your head up to look at him “you okay?” he gently asks. ”We don’t have to do anything. I have a spare room, I can drive you home in the morning. Whatever you’re comfortable with, if it’s too soon since –“

“No it’s not that, I just can’t believe I did that. I let you finger me in a taxi, I had an orgasm and he was less than a foot away, I just can’t believe-“

“Hey” Matt says lightly kissing your forehead “first of all it was super-hot; like super-hot. I have never done anything like that before but fuck that was incredible. Two he received a very generous tip, and he could have kicked us out at any point. Besides I doubt he heard anything, you bit me pretty hard; I don’t think any sounds came out.”

You smile up at him, feeling more at ease so you lean in and kiss him. “It was a heat of the moment, next time I promise to wait until were in my apartment; assuming you want a next time.”

“At least a room with a lock on the door” you joke kissing him before the elevator dings for his floor.

“Deal” he says taking your hand and leading you down the hall. He unlocks the door and helps you out of your coat. You unzip your boots as Matt looks at you “want a drink or anything?”

You just smile and shake your head, walking towards him closing the gap between you. You jump up into his arms, he catches you with ease as he chuckles. You look into his eyes, fingers running through his curls “I want to see your bed” you say attaching your mouth to his neck.

Matt grans and carries you down the hall, stopping for a minute to turn on the bedroom light then he drops you on the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls your jeans off your legs. A devilish grin spreads on his face before he crawls onto the bed and opens your legs. He smiles seeing the wetness in your underwear, as he hooks a finger into them pulling them down your legs.

He lies down on the bed, placing your legs over his shoulders and begins to lick some of the juices that remain from the taxi ride. “Fuck” he mumbles licking you clean “better than I imagined.” His mouth begins places kisses on your pussy, causing your legs to squirm slightly. His tongue slides inside your walls and begins to lick the inside of you.

His tongue begins flicking the inside of your pussy, your back arches off the mattress while Matt chuckles below you. He throws an arm over your waist pinning you to the bed. Your hands slide down to his hair, firmly tangling in them as his tongue continues exploring inside you.

His tongue becomes more intense pressing inside of you; he licks circles on your clit, your legs tightening around his head. You try to grind your hips, searching for more friction but he has you pinned down and laughs at your attempts.

“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the bed” he growls before diving back in. He begins to suck on your clit for a minute before switching it with his thumb. He begins pressing circles on you as his tongue slides back inside.

Your moans become louder as your second high approaches. Your body tenses and you jolt slightly before your pussy spasms, warm liquid spills out as Matt continues to fuck you with his tongue. Matt slows his tongue as you finish, he pulls away looking up at you; your juices covering his mouth and chin.

Matt puts your legs back on the bed, and sits on his heels pulling his shirt off, exposing his hard chiseled chest.  You take him in, trying to catch your breath as he pulls his jeans off leaving him in his boxers. You can see his obvious bulge, straining the fabric waiting to be released. Matt leans down engaging you in a kiss, you can taste yourself on him, as your hands wander his bare back.

His hand slides under your shirt and pulls it over your head exposing your breasts. He leans down placing soft kisses on your stomach while his hand slips behind you undoing your clasp leaving you naked.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous” he says attaching his mouth to your breast and swirls his tongue around your nipple. You bring your hands down to the elastic of his boxer, and start to push them down his thighs, Matt helps and throws them on the floor.

You feel him line his cock up with your entrance, his tip grazing your folds. His mouth alternates sucking and nipping your neck and collarbone as he leans over to reach in the bedside table to pull out a condom. He pulls away when you reach up and grab the wrapper, placing it on the table. Matt looks confused as he stares down at you, but you have to have him in your mouth first so you push him on his back and straddle him.

You rock your hips over his hard dick a couple times before sliding down his thighs, your index finger runs down his abs to his treasure line. Finally you look down at Matt and your jaw drops a blush coming over your cheeks. Matt is average or maybe slightly longer than average but he is thick, you can tell he will destroy you, but that’s a problem for later.

You drop your head down and lick up his shaft, placing a kiss on his tip. Matt moans under you as you bring a hand and lift his cock sliding it in your mouth, gagging slightly as you taste his salty precum. You swirl your tongue around the tip as you bob on him, eventually taking him all in.

As he hits the back of your throat you gag again but keep going, bringing your hand up to massage his balls. You feel some spit begin to dribble down your chin, while Matt brings his hands to your hair. You expect him to pull it away from your face but instead he Matt pulls you off of him.

“I promised to make up for the shitty sex you’ve been having. That I wanted to make your toes curl while you screamed my name.” A pout comes across your face and Matt just laughs grabbing the condom and sliding it on, “if you keep doing that I won’t last.” He pulls you down for a kiss, and tries to push you on his back but you stop him “I want to ride you” you whisper pulling away.

“Fuck” Matt mumbles lining himself up with your folds. You quickly drop down, moaning loudly as you feel your walls being stretched by his width. You don’t give yourself time to adjust, you rise up almost completely and drop back down a few times.

“Jesus babe, you could have taken a moment” he moans putting his hands on your hips.

You place your right hand on his abs “I was worried if I waited I would get scared by the size” you joke setting a fast pace.

Matt’s hands grip your hips tightly as he fucks up into you “you’re so tight babe” he groans while you roll your hips on him. You feel your walls stretch around his thick cock, his fingers digging into your hips leaving marks.

Your breasts bounce up and down as you ride Matt as you increase the pace. He slaps your ass “fuck I’m not gonna last” he groans pulling your face down to kiss you. You feel your orgasm approaching and moan into the kiss .

“You close babygirl” he asks against your lips. Instead of responding, you slide your hands to his hair and kiss him. Matt keeps the pace, fucking up into you, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust.

“Matt” you moan, knowing you are close.

“Cum for me (Y/N). I need you to cum for me” he moans becoming sloppy under you.

He slaps your ass one more time causing you to yelp as your walls tighten around him. You scream his name and a mixture of curse words as you spasm around him.

“Fucking hell” you hear Matt mumble before he spills inside the condom deep inside your cervix. You collapse on top of him and lie there for a minute. He gently runs his hands through your hair while both of your breathing steadies. Finally you pull yourself onto your forearms and look at Matt. He gently runs his finger up your arm as he softly kisses you.

“That was amazing” you mumble against his lips.

“Mhm” he hums rolling you onto your back and slowly pulling out. You whine at the empty feeling while Matt chuckles, leaving for the bathroom. You hear the shower start and Matt comes back to the room pulling you up from the bed so you are sitting on your heels. His hands slide around you to your back, and firmly grip your ass as he pulls you against his sweaty chest. Your hands tangle in his wet curls as you pull him in for a kiss “your sweaty” you joke attempting to push him off.

He pulls you in close, your breasts pressed into his chest. He dips down slightly and picks you up carrying you to the shower. He sets you down and steps into the warm stream, running his hands through his hair. Matt walks up behind you, and kisses your neck.

“So did I make up for all the shitty sex you were having?” he asks.

“I feel like one amazing night doesn’t make up for almost two years of crappy sex” you say laughing. “Probably have to do it one or ten more times.” Matt laughs in your ear kissing your shoulder “sounds good.”

You push your ass back against his semi-hard penis and he moans. Matt mumbles a fuck as you stand up straight letting the water hit you. You feel his hands on your waist as he presses his dick between your as cheeks; his mouth sucks on your earlobe.

“(Y/N)” he moans as you grind your hips back, feeling him harder behind you. “You have any idea what you do to me?” he growls. You turn your head and look at him, water is running down his chest “I have an idea” you moan. You reach behind you, and grip his shaft and begin stroking it up and down “you have any idea what this does to me?”

“I need you Matt” you whisper kissing him.

Matt steps away and opens the door, grabbing condom from the vanity drawer. He quickly rolls it on himself and he steps back behind you, placing a hand on your back. You feel him push inside, stretching your walls, as you brace yourself on the bench.

Matt uses a knee to spread your legs wider, pulling out and pushing back in. You cry out as he hits you deep, ramming into your cervix. His hands move to your hips and use them to pull you back against him. He pulls almost completely out, pulling your hips back and slamming back inside of you.

“Fuck” you cry out.

“God you feel so good” Matt mumbles setting a fast pace.

One hand leaves your hip and slaps your ass, as you jolt forward wincing at the pain. His hand returns to your hip, and continues to thrust in and out of you.

“You’re so fucking tight” he groans. The sound of skin flapping and moans fill the bathroom as he keeps his pace. He spreads your ass cheeks wider, pumping in and out of you. His thumb grazes over the entrance to your hole, while you whimper under him.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks drawing a grunt from you, unsure if you can have another.

“I know you can. Do it for me” he growls behind you. You bring a hand down to your sensitive bud and start pressing circles on it, as Matt’s hand strokes your ass.

Matt’s pace is fast and erratic; you can tell he is close while he hits you at a deep angle, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Come on baby” he cries out behind you. You know he is straining to keep going, waiting for you. You press hard circles into your bud; Matt bends his knees changing the angle slightly. Your walls begin to tighten as you clench around him. An intense orgasm rips through as Matt keeps his pace.

“Fuck Matt” you moan, your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Matt’s dick twitch, as he spills inside the condom. Matt stills behind you, you take a deep breath. Matt’s hand caresses your back for a moment as he finally pulls out. You turn around and sit on the bench while Matt steps out to throw away the condom.

He returns to the shower, adjusting the temperature to have more hot water. He grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet; you fall against his chest as he strokes your hair. Your arms wrap around his waist, bracing yourself on him.

You feel him put some shampoo in your hair, lathering it in before gently washing it out. He gently applies body wash to you before rinsing it, you lean against the wall as he completes the process on himself. He turns the water off, kissing you and opening the door to wrap a towel around you. He puts on a pair of boxers, and pulls a t-shirt over your head.

Your eyes are heavy as you stand in his bathroom, leaning against his vanity. Matt chuckles kissing your cheek, he carefully scoops you up and carries you to his bed. He gently lies you down and pulls you into his chest, while pulling the duvet up your chest. You listen to his breathing and slowly begin to doze off.

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[prettyboyjackhughes]

-Boy Best Friends- [J. Hughes & T.Smith]

Literally no one asked for this but Kelly @prettyboycozens and I were talking about how much we love Jack and Ty's friendship, especially after the interview of Jack where Ty comes in and then came up with this idea and I had to write it so here we are! Hope you enjoy!

Jack and I had been close since we were little. We started out next door neighbors then he was the weird boy who I waited at the bus stop with, then he became the boy I had every class with in middle school. Around 6th grade is when we finally clicked and became best friends. He calls me ‘Ranch’ even though my name is Rachel, all because one time his phone autocorrected ‘Rach’ to ‘Ranch’ and he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. He even changed my contact name to ‘Ranch’.

It’s been an interesting 8 years being friends with him and watching him grow up. The funny thing is, I’m pretty sure we’ve only spent a full year together one time during our whole friendship. He’s always been off doing all his hockey stuff while I’ve been home in Michigan. But then college rolled around. He got drafted the summer after my senior year, managing to watch me walk across the stage at graduation before flying up to Vancouver for his draft 2 days later. I watched him get drafted on TV and remember the thrill of hearing New Jersey picked him because coincidentally, the college I was planning on attending, Seton Hall, was about 20 minutes away from the arena he would be playing in. Knowing I would be getting to spend, hopefully, the next 4 years with my best friend within a short car ride’s distance away for the first time in 8 years was some of the best news I had gotten in a long time.  The first year was rough but I managed to survive, mainly because of Jack. It took a while to figure out the dynamic of our friendship but we settled into a routine and a comfortable cycle. We went back to Michigan for the summer, spending it with our families. He trained most of the summer while I worked. But almost every evening was spent together. Then it came time for us to head back to Jersey and back to the chaos that waited for us.

“Why are you living in the dorm again next year? When Ty and I have a perfectly good room for you to stay in?” Jack asked, his face way too close to his phone. We had been on FaceTime for at least the last 2 hours, him distracting me as I attempted to do homework.

“Because I can? Why would I wanna live with you and Ty?” I shot back, smirking as he looked offended.

“Well that one hurts. Hey, I was just offering so you didn’t have to worry about getting stuck with a bad roommate, like freshman year.” I grimaced at the thought of my freshman year roommate. I had spent more time camped out in Jack’s apartment than at my own dorm.

“That is a good point. But who said you and Ty are good roommates? I know for one, you never pick up anything, your room was always a disaster when we were little and Ty sings in the shower so there’s two cons.” Jack rolls his eyes.

“My singing is lovely! You’re just jealous you can’t sing as well as me!” Ty yells from across the room as Jack turns the camera to show him.

“We’ll work on the singing. And I’ve gotten much better at cleaning up after myself. I even know how to do laundry now!” Jack says, excitedly. I laugh and put my pen down.

“This really isn’t convincing me to move in with you two. Just saying.”  Jack rolls his eyes.

“Just give us a chance. It’ll be fun.” I shrug.

“Okay fine. But you do know that means Brady will be around the apartment, right?” Jack’s face screws up a little and I roll my eyes. Brady is my boyfriend that I met midway through my freshman year. He was a sophomore, majoring in business and just happened to be at the very first party I went to. He was older, in a fraternity and sweet-talked me. I fell head over heels for him almost instantly. But the issue was that Jack and Ty weren’t huge fans.

“Jack, he's not that bad.” This time it’s Jack’s turn to scoff.

“Yeah because having to go and pick your drunk boyfriend up from a party every 2 nights doesn’t make him that bad.” Ty appears next to him and starts talking.

“Rach, we’re just looking out for you. We don’t exactly love the guy.”

“Well that’s what’s gonna happen so get used to the idea.” Jack looks over at Ty.

“I think we can be civil. So you’re moving in?” I nod and Jack cheers. I roll my eyes and start to think about what I have to pack.

The next two weeks are a whirlwind of chaotic packing and moving. The boys were sweet enough to give me the biggest bedroom in the apartment, even though I had the least amount of stuff out of the 3 of us. Once I had moved in, the boys and I settled into a routine of me cooking, then cleaning up, them doing laundry and me folding; really just a lot of splitting up the housework and jobs around the house to get them done. Brady was around a lot, but Jack and Ty were civil and not complete jerks. I was proud of them. But then one night, while Jack, Ty and I were watching some movie Ty had been wanting to watch, I got yet another call from Brady asking me to come pick him up.

“Baby…I…need you to come get me…I-“ Brady’s drunk voice is drowned out by the yelling and music in the background and I can’t hear him anymore.

“Brady, where are you? I’ll come get you.” He mumbles something back but I can’t understand it so I just end the call.

“I have to go get Brady. He’s drunk at a party again.” I say, sighing as I get up off the couch. Jack and Ty exchange a look and then Jack gets up too.

“I’ll drive you. You’ll have to make sure he doesn’t puke in my car though.” I nod as Ty stands up too.

“Might as well come along for the ride.” I slip my shoes on and follow Jack out the door of the apartment, Ty closing the door behind us.

“Let me check his location and I’ll tell you where we’re going.” After enough times of being left sitting somewhere and having no idea where Brady was, he ended up agreeing to share his location with me. In times like these, it was his saving grace.

“He’s about half an hour away. The party must be somewhere in New York.” Jack doesn’t say anything, just starts driving. The ride there is silent, for the first time. Usually Jack and Ty won’t shut up when we’re in the car, constantly fighting about what music to listen to, whose turn it is to drive; everything under the sun is up for discussion when we’re in the car. I usually sit back and listen, occasionally injecting myself into the conversation when I feel necessary. I’ll also play mediator when they’re fighting over something stupid. But the fact that it was silent in the car right now, made everything so much worse. It feels like we’re driving to the end of the world.

“There’s the house.” I say, almost 45 minutes later. Jack manages to get the car parked and turns around to look at me.

“You want us to come with you to find him?” I shake my head, sliding out of the car and shutting the door behind me. This would be the 5th time I’ve had to pick Brady’s drunk ass up from a party in the last 2 weeks. I was getting pretty tired of it. But his explanation was that it was because he was in a fraternity. He said that it was apart of his “brotherhood” or something stupid like that. I didn’t buy any of it but I loved him so I let it go. And as I waded my way through ridiculously sweaty bodies all dancing to way too loud music, I remembered how much I didn’t like partying.

“Hey you’re Brady’s girlfriend right?” A girl asks, grabbing my arm and yelling over the music. I turn to her and nod, an eyebrow raised.

“I just saw him go into a room with some other girl. Top of the stairs on the left.” I gulped, hoping she was wrong.

“Thanks!” I yell back, hurrying over to the stairs and taking them two at a time. I wind through people going up and down the stairs and manage to get to the door. As my hand finds the handle, I take a deep breath, hoping and praying that the sight behind this door isn’t going to be what I think it is. I finally bite back the fear and push the door open. Sure enough, sprawled out across the bed with some girl’s hands all over his bare chest is my boyfriend.

“Baby? Hey I-“ He says, starting to sit up.

“Fuck you. Hope she’s worth it.” I spit out, glaring at him before turning around to rush out of the room. I stumbled down the stairs, bumping into people and blindly apologizing as I pushed through the crowd. Somehow I managed to make it out of the house and into the back seat of Jack’s car.

“Hey hey hey are you okay? Where’s Brady?” Jack asked, a concerned look plastered across his face.

“He-he cheated on me. Wi-with some girl at the p-party.” I stuttered, fighting the tears pressing against my eyes. He and Ty exchange a look and then both look at me.

“Just drive Jacky. Please.” I whisper as the tears finally start to slow a little. It’s silent again for most of the car ride. My phone kept buzzing with texts and calls from Brady but finally, after what seemed like the thousandth call, I put it on do not disturb and tossed onto the seat next to me.

“Well, I mean, there’s always the option of kicking his ass.” Ty says from the front seat, looking up into the rearview mirror at me.

“What do you say, Jacky boy?” I bury my face in my hands and finally let the tears fall.

“Shit Ty, she’s crying! You broke her!” Jack says, hitting Ty’s arm as he looks back at me.

“I didn’t break her! How is it my fault!” They continue to argue back and forth the rest of the ride home, which would usually make me smile and roll my eyes but not today. Not after what just happened.

As soon as we get back to the apartment, I rush inside and to my room, closing the door behind me. I heard Jack and Ty come in not long after me and whisper about something for a while. I hear the front door open and close again and then Jack tapping lightly on my door.

“Hey Ranch, you okay?” He asks, getting a tiny smile from me because of the nickname.

“I should’ve listened to you and Ty. You said he wasn’t good for me but I didn’t listen. I-I thought he loved me.” This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve cried to Jack about boys. I’ve had my share of boyfriends through the years and every single break up was cried out, usually over the phone with Jack.

“Ty went to go get you ice cream and I remembered how much you like bubble baths so I got one ready for you if you want…” He says, awkwardly picking at his thumb and looking at me.

“Seriously, how did I get so lucky to have you as my best friend? You and Ty?” He smiles a little as I sit up and walk over to where he’s standing in the doorway.

“You both are going to make some very lucky girls happy someday, you know that right?” He smiles and nods as I hug him.

“Now aren’t you glad you moved in here?” I smile and nod, looking up at him.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

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[harrysgoldenline]

Can’t Help but Love Him - Part 2

Hi!!! I’m so glad you all liked the first part of this story! Here is the second :) Sorry if it’s kinda messy, I didn’t fully proof read because I just really really wanted to get it out to you guys! Let me know what you think! <3

Part 1

Tags: @harriemelonsugar 

WORD COUNT: 4,235 

“How was staying at Harry’s last night?” Sarah teased once Y/N sat down across from her in the booth of the tiny cafe, “Did you guys cuddle?”

“Shut up.” Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes, “this whole getting over him thing is not working, the party should have made it easier but then he took me home instead of that girl, and to answer your question, no we didn’t. He slept on the couch.”

Sarah let out a long coo, causing Y/N’s cheeks to turn bright red covering her face with her hands, her friends hands coming across the table and playfully hitting them away, giggling as she sees Y/N’s rosy cheeks.

Sarah was the only person who knew about her crush on Harry, of course not on purpose. Sarah found it on her own, after seeing the two interact she thought that something was already happening between the two after closing observing their behavior when she came to visit Harry on tour. Sarah would always see the two laughing, Harry leaning into her ear and whispering different jokes and stories, as well as the two messing around on the stage together before and after the show.

Harry and Y/N met awhile back, running into each other in the studio back when Y/N was just starting her own career as a singer. She of course, then and now, still has not reached his level of fame, but she was currently in the works of planning her first solo world tour, something Harry has really helped with and supported, which she of course really appreciated, but she often felt guilty by. With his high profile reputation, just going out with Sarah can cause headlines and she never wants any of them to feel like she is using them for her own benefit, which leads them to this moment of going to small hole in the wall places. Y/N, also like Harry, preferred to be more private, working around personal interview questions and posting any kind of photos having to do relationships.  

“You two are the cutest.” Sarah giggles, both of them thanking the waitress as she comes by and drops off their drinks and takes their orders, “Seriously though, I wouldn’t worry about that girl from the party. It was random and like you said, he took you home and took care of you. Clearly cares about you a lot more.”

“He just felt guilty” Y/N laughed, “that girl literally dragged him away right in front of me and he ignored me all night until Nick showed up.”

“Oh yeah! He was so cute!” Sarah exclaimed, the thought also being a forgotten memory from that blurry night of too many drinks, “like really, REALLY cute. Mitch said you guys exchanged numbers, have you texted him?”

“No, I’m so embarrassed.” Y/N grumbled, covering her face with her hands again, “he came up to me because he saw me sitting alone, blankly staring at Harry as that girl was practically on top of him, he profanely just felt bad for me.”

“Oh stop.” Sarah demanded, slapping her friends wrist, “why are so convinced that no guy could actually like you? You’re hot, you’re sweet, you’re talented, you’re the whole package!”

Y/N shakes her head, staring down at her drink, swirling the straw around her cup, watching the ice spin, “I just… I don’t know. I mean… Nobody’s ever liked me before.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s not true.”

“It is, Sarah…” She softly admitted, shyly looking up at her older friend, her fingers still stirring the ice with her straw, “I’ve never been in a relationship, like ever.”

“What? But what about Be-“

“Nope… nothing happened… just can this stay between us? It’s so embarrassing.”

“That is nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart.” She frowned, reaching across the table and squeezing her friends hand, “And yes of course! Does Harry not know? I thought you told each other everything?”

“He doesn’t know this and the… more obvious secret.”

“Of course, but please don’t feel bad about this how about you and I-“ Sarah explains, stopping once her phone goes off, pulling out and talking a bit before putting back and her purse and smirking at her, leaning closer to her friend, “Let’s text Nick.”

***

“Fuck, that was really good. Can we run that again?” Harry asks, standing in the middle of the studio with Mitch, whom he gets a chuckle and a nod from, starting the new song from scratch.  

The sounds of Mitch’s guitar fills the room, Harry closing his eyes as he drums away on his lap, humming a tune to himself, scribbling some words messily onto the notepad in front of him.

The two have been working on a new song, Harry calling him to get over to the studio as soon as possible after Harry had a sudden spark of inspiration, so for the past few hours they have been working on that.

“I’m hoping they go just as crazy for this one as they did for Medicine.” He smirks, loving how crazy he can make his fans go. He knows just how to mess with them, loving to rile them up by preforming unreleased songs.

“Based on these lyrics” Mitch chuckled, looking over the explicit lyrics and setting the instrument next to him and slowly rising, going to the mini fridge in the studio, “They’re gonna lose their minds.”

Harry arrogantly smirks, catching the water bottle Mitch throws at him and giving him a quick thank you, taking a quick drink before scribbling more on the paper, crossing things out, drawing arrows, trying to make his vision clear as it all comes together. When Harry starts writing, all he can think about is writing and hardly anything can pull him out of his trance as he transforms himself into a new word. So much that Harry didn’t even his phone ring, Mitch watching comically as it rang out, neither of them reaching for it and the mystery person being eventually being sent to voicemail as Harry never sets down his pen, his other hand rubbing at his bottom lip and pinching it together as he sat in focus.

So focused in fact, he doesn’t notice the phone ringing again, only after a few brief moments of silence. Harry still scribbles away, pulling back and rubbing at his temple as his eyes scan the contexts of his paper and Mitch things he notices the ring as he looks away and to the side, only to grab the water and take a quick drink, scribbling away for a few more moments, the phone going back off as the mystery person is sent to voicemail, causing Mitch to let out a laugh.

“Wha’ you laughing at me for?” Harry chuckled, throwing one of his pencils at Mitch who quickly swats it away.

“Your phone rang twice, Rockstar. Didn’t even flinch. Whose calling you up?” Mitch taunted, trying to peak over at the screen and see the name, “Is it that girl from last night? Mallory?”

Harry looks over at his phone, clicking the side button and the screen light up and he reads the name, “Yes, actually.” He nods, raising the phone to his ear and listening to the voicemails she had left for him, hearing her request for the two to meet up tonight.

Mitch sits quietly, observing his friends behavior and he tries to carefully listen in to what the message the girl left behind. Mitch was also torn, of course wanting Harry to find the person of his dreams. Yet, he wanted Y/N to be with Harry. He didn’t know ‘officially’ about Y/N’s feelings for Harry, but he caught on quickly, not needing a word from her or Sarah… but he had listened in to some of their conversations when Y/N had come over to their place, thanking the stars he had never been caught, yet he sometimes (all the times), wishes he could be invited into girl talk… just once.

He watched as Harry takes the phone away from his ear and back down into his hands, typing away for a few moments before he set the phone back down, his focus going directly back to his pad of paper, a pen going between the man’s pink lips as he stares at the page blankly, his focus seeming to have evaporated and Mitch isn’t sure which of his friends that reaction is better for.

“What’s going on with you two?” Mitch asks, trying to act casual by picking up his guitar and strumming at random chords, “You two like a thing?”

“Hm? Oh, uh… Not sure, what we are right now.” He shrugs, “asked me if I wanted to get together tonight.”

“Well? Are you going to?”

“Just texted her if you and Sarah could come, make it a lil double date” He shrugged, making eye contact with Mitch as he sits across from them, “if you want of course, just casual. We could just hang out at my place.”

“Sounds fun, I can call Sarah right now. She’s with Y/N- You wanna ask if Y/N wants to come?” Mitch suggested, already digging through his phone and going to favorite contacts, ready to press on Sarah’s number.

“That would be really fun…” Harry nodded, scratching the back of his neck, “I just don’t want her to feel left out, ya know?”

“She could ask that Nick guy if he wants to come. She got his number, right? Before you swept her away from him back to your place.” Mitch teased, throwing his pencil back to him and hitting Harry square in the chest.

“She needed to get home, she drank too much, anymore and she would’ve been puking all night. I was just taking care of her.” He nonchalantly explained, “Needed to make sure she got home safe.”

“How’d Mallory feel about that? You two disappeared for a while.” Mitch smirked, raising his eyebrows at Harry, causing him to laugh, “What were you youngsters up to?

“Shut up.” Harry spoke, cheeks turning a bit red, “Don’t worry about it, can we finish up this last verse please?”

“Alright, alright.” Mitch laughed, “Let me call Sarah first and then we can, when should they come to your place?”

***

“Thanks again for coming, sorry it was kinda last minute.” Y/N started, smiling up at Nick as they both walked into Harry’s house, “And once again, I am so sorry about the other night. You made some really good drinks and I guess you I didn’t eat enough.”

“Don’t worry about, Y/N.” He laughed, his arm resting on her hip as they walked in the front door, “I have seen a lot worse, trust me. You’re not even a bad drunk, just a good dancer.”

“Oh god!” She giggled, covering her face with her hands, which he quickly pried away, “That is so embarrassing, I am so sorry you had to see that.”

“I enjoyed it.” He teased, “but to make it up to you… I will show you my dance moves tonight if you want me to.”

“Yes please!”

The pair laughed, entering the living room seeing the other couples sitting around laughing together. Sarah and Mitch sitting next to each other on the loveseat as Harry and Mallory sitting across from them on an armrest, Mallory wearing a tight black dress as she sat on Harry’s lap, an arm around his neck and making her feel extremely underdressed, even though she was the only one dressed for the occasion. Everyone else wearing a variation of jeans or joggers and different graphic tees and band shirts.

“Y/N!” Sarah smiled, seeing the pair walk in the room, kicking the couch next to her and signaling them to sit, “Hi Nick! What’s up guys?”

Harry looks up, squirming a bit in his seat and moving Mallory to the side and he quickly stands, walking over to his friend and pulling her into a tight hug, “Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!” He smiles pulling back before looking over at Nick holding his hand out to him which Nick takes, “Nice to see you again Nick, thanks for coming, would you two like a drink?”

“Thanks for having me!” Nick smiles saying his hellos to the others, “and yeah that’d be great!”

Y/N agrees, both of them giving their orders to Harry and he nods, giving them their orders before he gives them a thumbs up, going back to the kitchen, “Can I have another, babe?” Mallory calls for him, “Same thing please!”

“Sure thing!” He calls out, and she smirks towards the kitchen, her plump, deep red bottom lip between her perfectly white teeth, “anyways, hi you two! We were just talking about Harry’s album and tour!”

Sarah hides behind Mitch’s back, making eye contact with Y/N and rolling her eyes before taking a long drink before turning back toward Mallory. Both her and Nick notice and they giggle to themselves, his arm going around her shoulder as they both relax into the couch, his other hand softly resting on her knee.

He leans into her, using his arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, “Was I supposed to dress black tie?” He chuckled softly into her ear, and she blushes playfully slapping his arm and gigging, her eyes widening after hearing a throat clear above her.

“Oh sorry.” Y/N blushed, “thank you for the drinks.” She added, looking up at Harry and giving him a soft smile, Nick also giving him a quick thank you.

He nods and smiles, walking back over and sliding back onto the armchair, Mallory crawling quickly back into his lap and pressing a kiss onto his cheek, arms going back around him as she continued to talk about Harry’s tour and all the places going to be, telling stories of some places that stuck out to her from previous modeling shoots.

He smiled and laughed along, nodding when she would turn to look at him, but then he would turn his attention back to Y/N, watching as he sat diagonally from him as she looked up at Nick laughing at a story he was telling her and he could almost see the star in her eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel the looks coming from across him. Sarah was staring deep at Y/N watching her friend and now being invited into the conversation with her and Nick. Mitch, although was staring at Harry, pretending also to listen to the conversation as he gave Harry a weird look, trying to read his friends mind.

“So, Nick! Tell us about yourself!” Harry explained the second Mallory paused, his eyes glued on Nicks hand who he swore was an inch or two higher on her leg then it was now, “You bartend right?”

“Yep!” Nick smiles, “Bartender at night and an actor during the day, mainly doing commercials and smaller TV roles right now, nothing as exciting as a world tour.”

He adds, subtly making fun of Mallory causing everyone to let out a laugh, except for Mallory who she thought was praising her and Harry, and Harry who also didn’t laugh, trying more to analyze his every word.

“No, that is exciting!” Sarah encourages, wanting the new man of the group to feel more comfortable, especially after noticing Harry’s intense stare, “Really cool actually, I think acting is so cool, you get to be so many people! Do you have a favorite kind of role?

She looked up at him as he explained, a smile covering her face and her heart skips a beat, a feeling she hasn’t felt in a while with someone other than Harry and she looks down at her lap, biting her lip and trying to hold back her smile as she sees his hand on her thigh. She slowly looks up, being met with Sarah’s wide smirk and wiggling eyebrows and Y/N rolls her eyes back at her before continuing to listen to Nick explain.

Conversation goes on from there, bouncing from person to person as each start sharing different stories and experiences that they’ve all gained throughout knowing each other, trying to get Mallory and Nick more familiar with their dates friends.

“Harry, baby, can you help me get another drink please?” Mallory smiles, batting her eyelashes up at him, thumb running over his cheek.

“Sure thing, let’s go.” Harry nodded, soon standing and she quickly grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers and giggling as she begins dragging him through the door and into the kitchen.  

The pair soon disappear and the remaining four all release a sigh of relief, the room feeling much more light now and the four begin a much more casual conversation, feeling much more comfortable as they start telling funny stories and jokes, being able to poke fun at one another, soon turning up the music in the room as they all begin messing around.

“Can I see those dance moves now?” Y/N smirked as they both stood up, downing their drinks and giggling, “please please?”

“I guess.” He chuckled, hands falling on her hips before moving a hair out of her face, “Just because you’re cute.”

Her face turned bright red, heart rate picking up as he leaned in a bit, winking before pulling back pressing a kiss in her cheek before jumping backwards and suddenly dancing wildly. Y/N, Sarah and Mitch all laughed, watching the man jump around and do a very over dramatic air guitar, Mitch jumping in and doing the same.

“C’mere!” Nick shouted over the loud music, reaching out his hand and quickly grabbing Y/N’s quickly spinning her into him and rocking them back and forth before spinning out again, “Don’t worry, I know I’m very advanced, just follow my lead.” He joked, doing childlike dance moves as he finished the last drink of his beer.

“You want another? I’m out too, I’ll grab us both another and then you can teach me some moves.” She giggled, grabbing her empty cup along with is bottle, “Be right back.”

“You sure Harry won’t mind? Feel bad taking all of his alcohol.”

“He’ll be fine.” She giggled, “Be right back.”

She blushed as she flashed him a smile, turning back and giggling as she watches Mitch and Sarah start copying his moves, her heartwarming at the idea of the four of them hanging out again. She forces herself to turn away, and ignore her heartbeat picking up speed as she wonders where this night will all take her with Nick, especially considering they’ve only known each other a couple of days at this point but she really thinks she’s starting to really like him.

She smiles to herself, looking at the floor as she pushes the door into the kitchen, opening a garage door and recycling Nicks bottle before going back to the bar area, taking her cup with her to refill. She quickly pushes the door open, turning up the dimmed lights and squinting as her eyes adjust, not expecting her heart having to.

She lets out a gasp, seeing before her Harry sitting on the couch in lounge, Mallory straddling him as she can practically see her tongue going down his throat as she grinded her hips into him, her dress seeming to ride up farther, before both of them adjust to the light. The pair jumps, Mallory quickly trying to fix her hair before sending an innocent, yet devious smile towards Y/N as Harry clears his throat, sliding the model off his lap.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, um I didn’t know you guys were-“ Y/N stuttered, both her heart and mind going a million miles a minute, “I didn’t mean to intrude, I was just t-trying to get Nick and I another drink.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart!” Mallory smiled at her, “Would you mind making me a rum and coke?”

“Sure” Y/N replies, scurrying off to the bar behind them, letting out a quiet shaky breath that thankfully was drowned out by the sound of Mallory telling Harry another story.

Y/N tried to ignore, staring at the back of her head and making awkward eye contact with Harry as he kept staring back at her, the uncomfortable tension filling the air that only 2 out of the 3 people in the room could feel.

That’s when she hears Harry stop her, asking if they could rejoin the party outside as he was going to help make more drinks, feeling bad that they left everyone. She lets out a whine before agreeing, giving him another hard, long kiss, making Y/N grimace and force her eyes away, looking down at the drink she was making herself causing nausea to fill her.  She soon hears Mallory’s heels click away and soon she felt the strong presence beside her, Harry standing shyly off to the side as he watches Y/N grab another beer and a can of coke.

“Here let me.” He muttered, taking the coke from her hand causing they’re fingers to brush, making the drink for Mallory himself, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to um... sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for kissing your girlfriend.” Y/N deadpans, avoiding eye contact focusing on making a drink for Sarah she knows she will want, “I’m sorry I walked in, I figured you went upstairs.”

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” He softly asks, referring to the studio session they’ve had planned together.

Y/N and Harry have always loved writing and recording together. Of course, they’ve never released a song together, but they have always found a great deal of comfort of having the other person there when recording on a new project, especially Y/N. She felt like Harry had been there for her throughout so much of her career, helping her record, write, with interviews, red carpets, everything. Harry taught her everything she needed to know, he was the one that helped her learn how to come into her sound and truly become the artist she has always dreamed she would be.

“I don’t know…” She started, trying hard to think of an excuse, “I might go see that new movie with Nick.”

“Are you serious?” Harry bitterly chuckles, “You’ve known me for how long and you’re just going to ditch me for this random guy you hardly know?’

“That’s awfully rich coming from you, Harry.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Y/N slammed down the cup, a few drops spilling on the counter and she finally looked up at him. She could feel her hands shaking and she clenched her jaw tight, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back from releasing too much emotion.

“I came here to New York on my time off to hang out with you and the first thing you do is-“ She started; each word spoken more bitterly then before.

“You love New York.” He interrupts, his face softening, “I thought you would want to come and explore with me like we used to me.”

“Let me finish!” She desperately cries out, “Please… And the first thing you do is talk to me for 5 minutes before you literally let her drag you away from me. I met Nick because I was sitting all alone at that party, if it wasn’t for him, I would’ve been alone all night. So, don’t talk to me about ditching a friend.”

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry-“

“I think I’m going to go home.” She whispers, setting the drinks down on the counter and sniffling a bit, forcing herself to keep it together as he was still around.

Harry quickly stops her, grabbing her arm and turning her to look back at him, “Y/N please, I am so sorry. I just got so caught up in the moment and the party… Please, how can I make it up to you? Do you want me to tell everyone to leave? We can order a pizza and I got Disney Plus because I knew you would want to watch it… It can be just us if you want.”

All she wanted to do was say yes.

In her wildest dreams she would on him, pressing kisses all over his face and tell Mallory to leave, tell Nick she’s sorry and tell Sarah how much she really, really likes Harry and how excited she was to spend the night with just him. Just the two of them.

But she couldn’t.

If this did happen, he would tell everyone to go, making her feel guilty. Then they would stay up just the two of them and she knows, although nothing was going to happen between the two of them, that she would cherish every single moment and think about it as she lays awake at night. How she would call Sarah the next day and tell her everything, and then they could go to the studio together and write a beautiful song.

But all of these things will only get her worse. She would only fall in love with him more, ruining her for any kind of future relationship will come her way. She knew Harry was just being friendly, not asking her to stay because he was interested, but because he felt guilty for what he did and since he was such a people pleaser, there was no way he wouldn’t offer.

So, she knows what she has to do.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

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Fear of the Water - Ch. 7

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Annie + Finnick Origin Story set during/after 70th Hunger Games

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(ANNIE)

It’s almost impossible to sleep. Not that I normally sleep well anyway. Still.

I have one of those dreams that’s only two minutes long but actually lasts for an hour or two in real life. Finnick’s in it. He doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t even look at me. He’s just there. And it’s nice in the dream but it’s sad when I wake up.

I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now. Keep moving? Stay put? I unpack my things and lay them out again. I get one deep sip of water cause I have to be careful about saving it until I find a source (maybe that’s what I’ll do today) and I eat one slice of dried apple. And then I notice the dirt and the blood under my fingernails and my hands start shaking.

My mother, she butchered me . . .

Shut my eyes. Don’t want to see the blood, see the boy exploding, feel hot drops of blood splatter against my face. Take deep breaths through my mouth to keep from gagging.

It’s a long time before I feel okay again. I’m just opening my eyes when a cannon goes off. I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

I count the bricks in my little cave to calm down again but I keep losing my place and have to start over.

I don’t think I’ll finish counting before the sun goes down. I’ll have to wait to look for food and water tomorrow.

(FINNICK)

My patron last night bought me and Cashmere as a set; I think it’s easier to deal with when there’s another victor with you. Misery loves company, as they say. But it’s also fucking awkward. Plus, it’s ridiculously expensive to buy a night with one victor, so buying two on the same night practically never happens.

We stay in the lady’s apartment long enough to see our tributes onscreen and make sure they’re still alive before making our way back toward the training center. Shine, Cash, and Piers are sorting out supplies and making a plan of attack. Annie is nibbling at some dried fruit.

We stop off at a coffee place on the way.

“That lady was disgusting,” Cashmere says as we wait for our orders. She pulls two blackberry-flavored cigarettes and some matches out of a pocket I didn’t know she had and lights them.

“Mm,” I hum in acknowledgement. She really was gross but I don’t waste my time thinking about her and what she wanted. I never do. When it’s over, it’s over, and there’s no point in reflecting on the experience.

Cashmere hands me one of the cigarettes. “Thanks,” I say. We smoke silently for a little while, watching all the Capitol citizens walk by. Girls giggle when they see me; men wink at Cashmere. It’s nothing new. “Who’s your favorite to win?”

She taps the excess ash from her cigarette on the ground. “I like my girl’s chances. But that pretty one from District Nine is one to watch. You?”

I shrug. “Don’t know.”

This is what conversations are like the day after you see a patron together. You’re too embarrassed about everything we did to look each other in the eye but we can’t ignore each other without being crushed by the silence. Plus, we have to look fun and flirty for the people that walk by.

My awful attempt at small talk is interrupted when a female tribute gets stuck under falling bricks from a decrepit building nearby. Her lower leg breaks with a loud snap as a particularly jagged stone lands on her shin. She barely has a chance to scream before a larger rock rolls onto her stomach and starts to crush her. It takes about a minute for her to die.

“That’s thirteen gone,” Cashmere says absently. “Eleven to go.”

The Avoxes are the only ones in the common area when I get back to the training center. They’re cleaning puke up off the rug; I assume it’s Broadsea’s.

“Did I miss anything important?” I ask, nodding at the television. There’s nothing interesting going on right now, so Caesar Flickerman is interviewing a Gamemaker named Seneca Crane about the inspiration behind the arena’s design.

It’s more elaborate than usual this year: it looks like an abandoned city that nature has reclaimed. It rains perpetually, and no place is completely dry. There are a handful of high dams, but in heavy rain they overflow somewhat. There’s nowhere to swim, so Annie and Piers don’t have any advantage there.

Somes points at the chalkboard; Girl 10 has been crossed off the list. Greer makes a few gestures to let me know that both Annie and Piers are still alive.

“Thanks.”

I sit down on the shower floor like I always do and lean my head back against the wall.

My arena was a heavy forest dotted with swamps.

There was this endless chorus of crickets and cicadas – it never stopped. Not to mention all the other damn bugs that would fly right into my eye or buzz around in my ear. All the bugs bit, but some of them carried diseases. Tributes bitten by the disease-bugs got sick and a few of them died.

There were these mutts in some of the swamps – gators, I think they’re called – that would come out of the water at night and attack. One of them killed Tethys, my district partner. It took her foot first. I couldn’t get to her in time to stop the bleeding or distract the mutt before it circled back for her. It took a while for the gator to kill her, but I doubt she could feel anything except the cold, dry sensation of losing blood.

Most of the water was unsafe to drink, and a good amount of the tributes died from dehydration or infections they got from drinking the bad water. The Careers and I were sure to boil our water to kill any germs. We didn’t have to worry about whether or not someone would see our fire – no one in their right mind would attack the Career pack.

And then one day at breakfast this enormous parachute came floating down from the sky and landed in front of me. A trident.

I knew in that moment that I would survive. I could use spears and knives as well as anybody, but I grew up with a trident in my hand. I knew I had lots of sponsors – they sent medicine when I was injured, fresh bread when I was hungry, even a sliver of soap to wash myself off – but this told me just how many there really were. But a trident?! Weapons of any kind were unheard of, but this?

It took two days for my allies to turn on me. They didn’t consider me much of a threat at first, since I was only fourteen and no one under sixteen, no matter how skilled or sponsored, had ever won. I defeated them allies fairly easily; I’d been expecting an attack and I knew what their fighting styles were. It only took another two days to find the remaining tributes and kill them.

I had it easy compared to some of the others. Most of the others, actually. I considered myself lucky for the first few days after I won. Thank God I didn’t have to deal with some of the shit the others had to. It evened out in the end, more or less.

Caesar Flickerman is talking as I exit the bathroom. Something menial. “Is she counting?”

“It looks like it,” Claudius Templesmith replies. “But I’m not sure why.”

I start rifling through the clothes in my closet.

“She’s most likely in shock,” Caesar says. “It happens from time to time.”

I don’t really pay attention – why should I? – until I catch a glimpse of Annie Cresta from the corner of my eye. It’s only for a millisecond; the feed switches to more entertaining footage of the boy from District 6 climbing to the top of a massive barebones building at least eight stories high.

“Shit,” I hiss under my breath.

Tributes go into shock pretty regularly; someone cracks up at least once every other year. I’m not surprised that it happened. But it bothers me that it happened to Annie. She was a bit weird to begin with, so I shouldn’t be shocked, but it’s still unpleasant.

Shit.

Piers probably should have killed her at the bloodbath – or at the very least, let the boy from 3 finish the job. The Games have barely started and I’m already so tired; I don’t know if I have it in me to watch Annie get herself killed in some awful way.

I avoid Mags for most of the day because I just don’t want to face her right now.

I eat dinner with Blight and Gloss at a popular restaurant, which we pretty much shut down for the night because so many of my adoring fans would otherwise flood the place. They cluster outside instead; Peacekeepers have to come in to keep them all in line. I’d really rather eat alone in my room but the president likes for his victors to be seen enjoying all the pleasures that the Capitol has to offer. And I hate to admit it but the food is actually good.

Blight brings the new kid with him. Timothy Something-or-other of District 6, victor of the 69th Hunger Games. I feel obligated to make a lot of sex jokes because it’s 69 and I’m the Finnick Odair.

Timothy doesn’t talk very much, nor does he make much eye contact. Blight and Gloss start filling him in on things he doesn’t ask about – the annoying victors, the protocols for being out in public, the politicians and socialites who get handsy when they drink.

“Brutus sucks, Gaius sucks,” Blight says as he pours us each a fresh glass of wine. “They’re both from Two. Actually most of those guys are awful.”

“Broadsea and Eefa fucking suck,” I add.

“And Leetha. Leetha is the goddamn worst,” Gloss says, shaking his head.

Timothy’s voice is scratchy. “Which one is she?”

“The redheaded lady from District Five,” I answer. “Thinks she’s the smartest person in the world. Don’t ever have a conversation alone with her. You’ll try to pull your ears off.”

Timothy swallows hard. He looks twitchy and hungry and tired. Bet he’s already addicted to something – alcohol maybe, or more likely morphling, since that’s the drug of choice for his fellow victors from 6.

The rest of dinner passes without anybody saying anything interesting. I trudge back to the training center and pray Mags has gone to bed already. I just don’t want to see her.

No such luck. She’s sitting on the couch facing the television when I come in. She smiles. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” I mutter. She pats the seat beside her, silently asking me to sit with her. But I don’t want to I stand by the couch with my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes pointed straight ahead.

Then she asks the question I’ve been dreading all afternoon. “Have you seen Annie?”

“Yeah.

We watch the Games in silence for a long time. There’s nothing going on this late; most of the tributes have gone to sleep. But I keep watching.

“What do you think?” Mags finally asks.

“I don’t think anything.” I try not to be snappy but it still comes out with some aggression. She must know I don’t want to talk about this. “I’m going to bed.” I give her a kiss on the cheek as I leave to show her that I’m not really mad at her. But she knows that already.

“Good night, Finnick.”

“Good night, Mags.”

I don’t have any dreams tonight.

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Movie Star - Part 3

A/N lel sorry this took so long, but here it is!! Part mofo 33333333

“You look very nice,” Sirius smiled over at Y/ from the driver's seat. Y/N looked down at the silky, bright red wrap dress she had stolen from Lily’s maybe a director will see me clothing pile.

“Thanks, Mary’s instructions were very overwhelming, so good to know I look ok,” Y/N laughed awkwardly, playing with the hem of it so it didn’t ride up on the leather seats of Sirius’ car. It was a very nice car, pastel blue open-top buggy with white leather seats. Y/N couldn’t help but feel like she was in a classic film and should have a scarf wrapped around her head, hair blowing in the wind down a long, spiralling highway.

“Yeah, she’s a bit like that. I worked with her on a movie about four years back, when she was an assistant, and she was already taking charge of just about everybody who’d listen. As much as she can be overwhelming, she knows what she’s doing. And we’re about to get a free brunch so that’s a win in my book.”

Sirius winked at her and pulled into carpark across the road from the cage, handing his keys to a valet who seemed to be waiting as if he’d anticipated Sirius’ exact arrival. Maybe he actually was Y/N thought, her nerves spiking again as her brain spiralled into thoughts of how famous Sirius really was. How many people would be watching her?

“You ok?” He’d stepped out of the car and to her side to open the door for her. She’d been staring straight ahead at the dashboard.

“Oh yes, sorry, I’m fine,” Y/N plastered on a smile and took his hand, stepping onto the concrete. He closed the door, placing his hand softly on her lower back and leaning in towards her ear.

“Don’t worry about everyone else, just pretend it’s just you and me.”

Y/N’s heart did a little jump and she swallowed hard, trying to ignore it.

“Did you practice that in the mirror?” Y/N nudged him with her shoulder, smiling. Sirius barked a laugh, throwing his head back and letting out a warm throaty sound that made Y/N want to smile up at him for the next hour.

“Well this is going to be a harder fake date than I thought if you call me out on all my trash lines.”

“You’ll have to come up with some better ones then.”

“At least that was a terrible comeback, so at least we’ll be evenly matched.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but was still smiling a little giddily up at him. They walked up to the hostess stand where a very tall, blonde woman smiled perfectly at them, greeted Sirius and walked them immediately over to a table towards the back.

“I’m Bianca, if you need anything at all please let me know, I will be you personal server this morning.” Her smile was still going strong and was beginning to make Y/N slightly uncomfortable.

“Thanks Bianca, I’ll grab a three quarter soy latte, what were you after Y/N?”

“I’ll just have a long black, thank you.”

Bianca smiled slightly wider as she turned on her heel and walked towards the counter to put through our orders.

“Ok this is a lot,” Y/N laughed, turning to face Sirius who grimaced.

“Yeah, sorry, I probably should have warned you. Alice does enjoy setting up a bit of a show, don’t get too surprised if the waitresses start whispering, she’s likely told them to drop hints that we are here to the rest of the café.

“Oh great that doesn’t make me want to puke.”

“Ok ok, lets just talk about something else, distract you.”

“Like what?” Y/N felt like everyone was watching them, her cheeks growing red.

“Tell me where you grew up,” Sirius leaned back in his chair, smiling softly at her, his grey eyes looking into her own. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the slightly clichéd question.

“Uh… I grew up in the Bay Area, with my mum and brother.” Y/N paused, wondering if Sirius actually cared or if he was just trying to get her distracted from the slight clicking noises indicating cameras were taking photos very nearby. Sirius nodded for her to continue.

“Yeah, so I don’t know what else to say?” Y/N laughed, “It was a small town like an hour from San Francisco, so it was very quiet which I sort of hated.”

“Yeah I get that, I grew up in a small town in the west of England, it drove me insane.”

“You grew up in England?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, “You are not British, I call bullshit.”

Sirius snorted, grinning mischievously at her.

“I am in fact British,” His accent suddenly changed, a posh English accent replacing the unassuming American one he’d previously used.

“Ok, this is ridiculous, are you in witness protection?” Y/N stared at him, wide-eyed and feeling a little more intimidated if that was possible.

“I’m actually a secret agent,” He leaned in as close as possible, pretending to glance around suspiciously. Y/N giggled at him. “Nah, I was very self-conscious of it when I moved here, I was 17 and everyone with an accent was automatically typecast so I hired a voice coach to work with me until I could hide it. It happened to just become a habit. Might be a bit awkward to change my voice in the middle of an interview now.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh.

“Anyway, now I can surprise producers with my incredible accent skills.”

“I was curious about that on set, you were much too impressive for it to just be pure talent.”

“Oi!” Sirius grinned, “I have much more talents than you’d expect.”

“Well I’m excited to find out.” Y/N gave him what she hoped was a sly smile. Was he flirting?

Bianca came back with two parfaits, compliments of the house, and took their orders before they fell back into easy conversation about their hometowns and similarly frustrating experiences trying to find an acting class that wasn’t just doing beauty and the beast every season.

“I can’t believe you had to play Mr Darcy! You really are a multi-faceted actor,” Sirius cackled when Y/N had shown her a photo of her dressed up in her all girls Pride and Prejudice play in her last year of high school.

“I mean I had to be going up against all the other girls vying to play against Sirius Black himself.” Y/N grinned back at him.

“Ahhh, so that was the real reason you applied for this role huh?” Sirius leaned in again, placing his hand underneath his chin and tutting loudly.

“You caught me, I’ve been secretly stalking you, that’s why I had no idea we were in the same show when I arrived, like an idiot.”

“It is the perfect ploy, girl accidentally bumps into guy,” Sirius chuckled loudly, stretching back into his chair and checking the time on his watch.

“Oh my god, it’s nearly 2! I’m meant to meet up with someone in thirty, I might need to get going. Sorry to rush out on you like that.”

“No no! So fine, sorry to keep you from your lunch date.” Y/N grabbed her bag and pulled out her wallet.

“Don’t you bloody dare,” Sirius held out a hand, a slight twinge in his accent coming through as he became less composed, “This is a date remember.”

“Right, right,” Y/N laughed, “And I guess Alice is paying you back?”

“That is also correct,” Sirius grinned, “I’ll drop you home?”

“I actually wanted to have a walk around this area, I’m still trying to get a feel for where everything is.”

“Ok, the fact that you just said you were going to walk makes it that much more obvious that you are still an LA newbie,” Sirius shook his head. “I’m dropping you off, and at some point this week I’m driving you around LA.”

“No, no, don’t stress, I can steal Lily’s car at some point.” Y/N brushed him off, trying to push down the little ball curling around in her stomach. He wants to show you around – shut up you actual fool.

“Not hearing another word, we can organise another time when I see you on set tomorrow,” He smiled brightly at her, pulling a hand through the curly black mass of hair that seemed to constantly be falling in front of his eyes. “Give me a second I’ll pay and I’ll drop you off.”

“OK, can do.” Y/N watched him turn around and head towards the hostess stand to pay. Her heart was pounding a little faster than normal. She took in a deep breath, and swore under her breath, fuck.

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A character interview? Is this how this called?

'Kay, a lil something before writing all the technical stuff at work tomorrow. Ugh, writing this is ways better than writing some dumb ass shit about buildings that no one properly reads, dickheads (still can’t believe there are people who are able to miss an entire chapter dedicated to calculating parking lots).

Tagged by @forevervobla​ Hey, @queensforza​, wanna participate? 

A warm hut in a wast boreal tundra, a group of people settled in there for a rest after a long journey. The eldest of them all was napping near a fireplace, his arms crossed on his chest, his heavy armor lying under a cozy couch. A red headed girl near him, her head resting on the man's shoulder, drooling on his expensive set of clothes - the old man couldn't care more, he would forgive anything to his grandchildren. A dark skinned woman was sitting behind a kitchen counter, gulping on a bowl of meat soup; near her a white haired man was poking his stew with a fork, absorbed by a book in front of him. The other one, knife-eared, settled in a chair in a corner, away from anyone else.

Name ->  "Name's Markus. Mark for short", the elf fixed the collar of his white shirt and dusted his black pants. With a look of interest in his eyes he rolled his head a bit to the right.

Are you single? -> the question made him reach out to his head, scratching the back of the head, as the thought process in his brains started running at top speed - it took longer for him to think out the answer, "Eh, yes?... I mean no", he quickly corrected himself, shaking his head in negation, pointing at something in the distance, "I'm with that guy", he blurted out awkwardly, his finger landing on a man behind a kitchen counter, "Well, it's just... I can't really tell, I didn't ask him out, neither did he.  So we're just... together, I guess?" the elf raised his left brow in question as if he hoped someone would answer the question for him. His face was red, as he still wasn't used to the talks of private and intimate nature with anyone at all. Are you happy? -> it made him move forward, his arms on his knees, "About what?" he let out a smirk, knitting his brows, "You gotta be more specific here."

Are you angry? ->  "Neither. Neither angry, nor happy", Mark crossed his arms on his chest in defense, all of a sudden feeling uncomfortable from all the questions.

Are your parents still married? -> a weird question, for sure, that made the kid change his facial expression one more time, "Yeah, why shouldn't they be? The hell would sooner freeze over than those two would divorce or anything."

NINE FACTS Birth Place? ->  he wasn't as tense as before anymore, instead puzzled, trying to gather his memories together, "I... don't know", he responded, adding nonchalantly a bit later, "Well, I actually know, but it doesn't really matter, it had no affection on me if that's what you're getting at."

Hair Colour? ->  "Jet black, obviously", - he answered as quickly as he could, already regretting to open up a bit.

Eye Colour? ->  "Silver, I dunno."

Birthday? -> "Near the end of Evening Star."

Mood?->  "I'm deadly tired", he shifted in his chair, getting into more comfortable position by placing his leg underneath him, his entire weight put onto a table near him through his elbow, as he leaned his head against his palm, "Feels like I wanna fall into a ditch and die".

Gender? ->  "Seriously?", he asked with annoyance in his voice. It should be pretty obvious, yet...  "Do you see a pair of boobs on me or something? The last time I checked I had a weiner", ah, being rude felt so much better.

Summer or winter? -> "Winter I guess. No insects around this time of year."

Morning or afternoon?-> "The latter."

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE Are you in love? -> against his will he smiled, face relaxing visibly. This couldn't've stayed for a long time, as he forced the grumpy face again on him, "Look at me and answer the damn question yourself."

Do you believe in love at first sight? -> the question made him change the facial expression one more time, as he went on full philosopher on that, "Nah. I mean, realistically speaking if you feel something of a love at first sight, it's desire that plays on you", his gaze drifted across the room, looking somewhere in the right lower corner, as the cogs in his head started turning around, "That shit is so strong it makes you mistake it for love. But the latter is kinda more subtle? " he leaned on his knees with his elbows again, gaze still drifting, "It doesn't make you want to possess or own someone, it doesn't make you feel too attached or so on in the similar key; it just...", he made a gesture with his hands, making circles in the air, straightening up his spine, "The real love doesn't make you feel all of the above, only fondness and tenderness, I guess? It also feels like you ate a shitton of chrysalides", he once again scratched the back of his head, a look of disgust appearing on his face, "and at some point they have all turned into butterflies right in your stomach and intestines... Fuck, now that's one hell of a unsettling comparison, think I'm gonna puke", he heard a snicker from the kitchen side, the woman calling him a smartass.

Who ended your last relationship?-> Mark made a loud laugh, making everyone around the hut look in his direction for a split second, "Nah, no one did. Never had any before."

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? -> "Well, I guess", he answered quietly, compared to the outburst before, "She tried to shape me into what she wanted", elf sighed, "used her magic on me, tried to manipulate me into... whatever perverted thing she meant. All she succeeded in was opening my eyes to something else entirely."

Are you afraid of commitments? -> "Well, everyone's gotta fear of it in one way or another", his voice still quiet, "I think I am, but I'm also... pretty open towards it. It just has to come from all sides involved, not from a single one, otherwise it's just... not fair."

Have you hugged someone within the last week? -> the elf smirked, smiling against his own volition one more time, gaze wondering, "No", he answered all of a sudden, voice stern, as he caught himself not being so grumpy anymore.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? ->  "Isn't the whole point of secret admirer is for them to be a secret from anyone?" the elf squinted.

Have you ever broken your own heart? -> "Nah. I'm lucky I didn't have something to break my own heart over", and added silently to himself, "But boy if it's gonna happen, there will be violence."

SIX CHOICES Love or lust? -> "Cuddles", Mark leaned against the back of the chair again, throwing one leg across the other, as if to make a point.

Lemonade or iced tea? -> "Crisp water", and then he added, excitement sparkling in his eyes, "Oh by the way, did you know that cold water tastes pointy, and the hot water tastes round?" to which the woman in the kitchen called him nerd. Oh boy, she's got a godlike hearing.

Cats or Dogs? -> "Cats, though I've a dog that certain someone", he raised his voice, looking at someone in particular, "doesn't like it as much", after getting the confirmation from the man behind the counter, elf lowered his gaze back again. The murmur could be heard, as the old man asked grumpily, awaken from his sleep, who was that asshole that didn't like dogs so much.

A few best friends or many regular friends? -> "Dunno", Mark shrugged his shoulders, "I've this bunch of dipshits, can't really tell."

Wild night out or romantic night in? -> "Whatever's most fun I guess".

Day or night? -> the question made him lean forward, his tone sarcastic, "Well, I love sleep so much, so guess it's day when I can't get shit done."

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS Been caught sneaking out? ->  "No, I was quite good at it."

Fallen down/up the stairs? -> "Never? Not that I can remember anything, to be honest", he let his mind wander, adding after a couple of moments, "Maybe I did once or twice, but that should've happened during an emergency, so I can't remember anything."

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ->  "See this shiny?", he raised his left hand, pointing at the finger with a silver ring on it, filled with diamonds of various sizes. He glanced at the sleeping girl near the fireplace cautiously, "I wanted it so badly I had to get it for myself."

Wanted to disappear? -> "Yeah, well... yeah", he covered his head with hands, untangling the legs into a normal sitting position. His head then dropped loose between his knees, as he tried to hide his face this time, "I mean, there's always the time you just... want to die", his voice low and dark, "I wanted to, several times, but I'm too much of a coward to pull the stunt. But... I've something to live for now."

FOUR PREFERENCES Smile or eyes? -> "Eyes, most definitely".

Shorter or Taller? -> Mark pointed in the general direction of kitchen, "Now look at that picky horseface behind that counter and answer the question yourself", a smug smirk on his lips.

Intelligence or Attraction? -> "What's with the weird questions? It's like "what more do you prefer: a chocolate cake or a warm bath". Anyways, I'd take a cake to a bath, hope this answers the question."

Hook-up or Relationship? ->  the elf let his gaze wander once again, before settling somewhere in the left upper corner, "Well, you never know what may happen, right? Come whatever may", he let out a sigh, quickly adding, "Yeah, well, I mean... it's either the latter or none in my book", another sigh, followed by a quiet line, "It started as... the first for me, and then it turned into some sort of messed up relationship. Kind of glad it did."

FAMILY Do you and your family get along? ->  the kid snorted, "Yeah, why not? It's sometimes hard, given the amount of non related people in the family, but it's fun. Kind of fun..."

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? -> "No."

Have you ever run away from home? -> "It was impossible to run away from my grandmother, her hounds would always find me, and with my foster parents - I haven't had a need to", the elf smiled, "They're the best."

Have you ever gotten kicked out? -> "Nope".

FRIENDS Do you secretly hate one of your friends -> Mark couldn't help but burst into laughter for a short while, "Of course! My sister's a nasty one", to which the suddenly woken up girl replied with a protesting sleepy "hey!".

Do you consider all of your friends good friends ->  "Sure. They may be assholes sometimes, but they're my assholes."

Who is your best friend ->  the kid looked at the kitchen counter, pointing in that direction, "Can't say I have a best friend, but she's the only one I trust the most."

Who knows everything about you -> "The old man", Mark pointed at a trying to fall asleep once again grumpy old elf, "He probably knows a lot more than I do."

#text thingy #SC_Mark #guess the others by yourself

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Commitments~ k.nj

Namjoon x Reader

NonIdol!AU

Journalist!AU

~inspired by 27 Dresses~

Summary: Your little sister is getting married, and you’re getting interviewed by the Commitments columnist at the local paper, Kim RM... but you’re hiding a big secret.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: hi everyone! this is my first posted big imagine:) Enjoy!

Warnings: none, I think! :) maybe slight(?) angst... basically fluffy af

It was your sister’s turn to show up in the commitments section of the local newspaper. She’d been getting ready to get married to the love of her life from her studies in Korea, some big name journalist by the name of Kim Taehyung.

It had become a gift of yours over time, attending weddings, painting the scene like a fairytale, and publishing it for people to read. But since you’re more of the family fiction writer and not a journalist, you sat in your apartment, waiting for the random dude that would be coming to your place to interview you, the big sister, the professional maid of honor, about your sister’s big day. You were waiting for all the shit coming to you. How did you feel about your little sister getting married first? Is this how you imagined everything going?

But no one bothered to ask. And so you carried on in your world of writing short stories and working at a dead end job in a publishing company, under the thumb of a middle-aged curmudgeon that enjoyed pushing everybody to their limits, in the nicest way possible, of course. You were a poetry editor, something that murdered you from the inside out. Poetry had never once been your forte, as you spent a large majority of your teenage years writing crap on the internet based on Harry Potter and One Direction and other things like that, escaping life. Poetry was so deep and metaphorical, at least the shit that got tossed at you was.

A knock echoed through your apartment as you pulled on some baggy shorts, running to look through the peephole. A tall guy wearing jeans, a white tee, and an open button-up stood in the hallway, a notebook in one hand, fidgeting with a pen in the other.

“Hey, this is Kim RM from Commitments, I’m doing the piece on your sister and Taehyung, can I come in?” You were surprised to see someone so unlike what you’d pictured in front of you.

“Yeah, sure!” You opened the door and let RM in- his smile widened as he looked at you, admiring the fact that you were simply in relaxed attire- tank top, baggy shorts, hair up in a fan bun. “Come on in. Would you like some coffee or water or, I dunno... I’ve got... sparkling red grape juice?” You mentally kicked yourself for that remark. The guy- RM- held up a voice memo recorder with a smirk.

“The maid of honor is an interesting character, enjoys drinking sparkling grape juice,” he remarks into the recorder. You can’t help but sigh as he speaks again, this time right to you. “Actually, I’ll take the grape juice. Thank you.” You pour him a glass of juice into a champagne flute, passing it to RM and taking a seat on the couch opposite him. He’s scribbling in his notebook already, seemingly waiting for something to happen.

“What could you be writing about already?” you ask curiously, leaning forward. “I haven’t said much yet.” You smirked at RM, who was looking rather blushy now that you caught him. A gentle smile affixed itself on his mouth.

“When you write a good commitments column, you personally describe the appearances of things and well, I dunno, it’s like writing a novel,” he said. “So, what do you do for a living?” He sips his grape juice as you contemplate what to say.

“Well... I’m an editor at a publishing house, and I work with poetry,” you start. “But I’m also a bit of a writer. Fiction is my thing. I like turning real life into something a little more, well, sparkly, I guess.” RM lets out a breathy laugh as he remarks about your “life sparkles” into his recorder. You’re different than he expected.

“So, I’m gonna get this regular crap out of the way before I get to anything good: how do you feel about your little sister getting married before you?” You swallowed, dreading the question.

“I feel happy for her. She’s spent so long looking for the right person, and I’m really thrilled she found Taehyung. Those two go hand-in-hand better than I’ve seen in a long time,” you remark, becoming more comfortable talking honestly. “I’m proud of her, too, for finding someone that’s honestly good. Not a lot of those out there, RM. Not a lot at all.” You drink more juice, chugging down a good half of the glass before letting out a very small burp, hoping it went unnoticed.

You catch a very sneaky smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Actually just, um, you can call me Namjoon. RM is just an alias so no crazy women come stalking after me,” he says. “You would be surprised, it’s kinda wild. There are so many people interiested in this stuff.” You can’t help but laugh at this. “Anyways, I didn’t catch your name, I’m so sorry. How should I call you?”

“Y/N L/N, that’s my name,” you said. “Publishing house slug by day, writer and bridesmaid by night. A total badass.” Namjoon smiles an extremely bright smile as you describe yourself at a great sarcastic length, looking at you intently, until he catches sight of a closet behind you that appears to be bursting with fabric. He sets down his notepad and stands up with a strange eagerness.

“Wait a minute,” Namjoon mutters, walking over to your closet of shame. “This isn’t what I think it is, is it?” He grabs the door handle, but as he’s about to open it you fling your body at the door, preventing his eyes from setting upon the many, many dresses behind that door.

“I really, really can’t let you do this,” you say, attempting to pry his oddly strong fingers off of the door handle. “This will quite honestly ruin my reputation.”

“Well, Y/N, let me tell you right now, my impression of you is educated, kind of silly, and supportive,” he says, yanking the door open while still staring straight at you. “I highly doubt anything could ruin tha-“

The fabrics of roughly thirty dresses stuck out of your closet, and you can’t help but turn an aggressive shade of scarlet. Namjoon’s eyes appear to bulge out of their sockets. You hide your face between your hands, walking away, stubbing your toe on the corner of your couch in the process.

“Y/N... how many dresses are in there?” he whispered, almost nervously. You uncover your face, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Th-thirty one...”

“You’ve been a bridesmaid thirty-one times? These are all so scary looking, are the brides trying to torture you?” He picked at part of a rather gross looking peach colored dress, pulling at it.

“Okay, that one isn’t that awful,” you said, taking it off of the rack and putting it up to your body.

“Not that awful, are you kidding? What color is that, puke?” he mused. You roll your eyes in protest.

“I will put it on and prove it,” you said, running into the bathroom. Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle.

“Alright, alright, I’ll be out here.” He sat back down on the couch, picking up his glass of sparkling grape juice, enjoying the sweet fizz. You pop out of your bedroom door, spinning around, showing the dress off. Namjoon dribbles juice down his chin in mild shock and horror.

“What in the fuck is this?” he laughed as you started with him, realizing just how atrocious the thing really was. It had a diagonal hem, just a little too long for your shorter legs. The straps were really awkwardly placed- needless to say, you looked like a mess. “Seriously, a beautiful woman like you, and they make you look like that? I’d say the bride doesn’t want to be upstaged.” Your face turns scarlet for a different reason this time.

“What?” you say as Namjoon in turn becomes pink. He grins, picking up his notepad, scribbling out a note, and flipping to the next page. You’re sitting across from him in the atrocious dress, drinking juice and waiting for his next move.

“Yeah... you’re a beautiful person, Y/N,” he said. “Anyways, back to the garbage. What’s your favorite part of a wedding?” You grinned, your answer being the most immediate one you could think of.

“Okay, well,” you say. “When the bride walks down the aisle, and everyone stands up and looks at her in all her glory, I look at the groom. His face, his smile, sometimes even tears... it’s my favorite thing. You just know how things will be in their life when you take a look at him.” Namjoon can’t help but stare at you, your innate passion and knack for describing the most mundane things bubbling to the surface. You catch him in his awe, and you grin. After an hour more of talking, he rips off a piece of his notebook paper and hands it to you.

“I have to be on my way, Y/N, but,” he says, standing up from the chair. “I still have some more things to ask you for the article, so... I left my number there for you. Maybe text me when you’re available and we can go get coffee?”

“I would love that,” you say, holding your hand out for a handshake. He returns the favor, letting your hands hang gently for a bit as you smile. He lets go gently, waving, shooting a massively pearly grin your way as you shut your apartment door.

#bts #bts imagines #bts x reader #kim namjoon #rm #bts rm #namjoon x reader

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Six: Jealousy and House Hunting

tomhollandxreader

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 2625

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 

(Y/F/P) - Your Favorite Pasta

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"Can I be honest with you?" I peek at Tom who is wringing his hands as I pull out of the last condo we looked at, "I didn't like either of those we looked at today."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking that." I groan, "Why is this so hard?" I turn the corner and drive into town. "I think we need food, then we can just, I don't know, Google any open houses that are going on today and hope for the best?"

"That would be fine," Tom pulls out his phone and starts looking for somewhere for the two of us to eat. He sighs, "What do you want, (Y/N)?"

"I'm up for whatever, you pick."

"Italian?" He looks up from his phone and makes a funny face of uncertainty.

"I'm cool with that, I could go for pasta."

He types in his phone and eventually points me in the right direction of the restaurant. It's small, but cozy. We walk in and he places a hand on the small of my back while he scrolls through his phone.

I sigh and peek at him, Tom is dressed in a plain burgundy t-shirt with a gray pocket, blue jeans, and black sneakers. His hair isn't styled in any sort of way, the way he had put it this morning was that he just didn't feel like trying other than what he needed to.

The waitress walks over and her eyes perk up as she spots us. "Welcome, welcome, welcome! Just the two of you?" She smiles at us but I can see her giving Tom a once over.

"Yup, just us." I smile. She glances at me and gestures us to follow her. She shows us a table by the window and tells us, "Your waitress will be right with you!" She practically skips away and grabs a girl that was already heading our way.

"How much do you wanna bet they will want your picture?" I ask from behind my menu.

"(Y/N)!" Tom laughs quietly, "You'd probably win, so I am not going to bet against you."

"No friendly competition, love?" I smile at him with my eyes over the menu.

He smiles back at me, "Alright, darling, if I win what would I get?" Before I can give him a witty comment, our waitress comes around the corner.

"Hi, you two! I'm Jackie, have you eaten with us before?"

"No, this would be our first time." Tom says with a smile.

I see her smile twitch and grow slightly bigger. "Well, you are in for a treat! We are famous for our pastas! Can I get you two anything to drink?" She keeps looking at Tom, but he gestures toward me. Her eyes fall on me and I can see her annoyance cross her features.

"Uh, strawberry lemonade?" She scribbles it on her pad before looking at Tom basically with heart eyes.

"That sounds wonderful, I'll have that as well." She smiles and walks away. I make a face and go back to looking at the menu. "Find anything that looks good, darling?"

"I think I'll go with (Y/F/P)." I close the menu and lay it back down on the table, "What about you?"

"I'm thinking of the ravioli, just sounds good." He closes his also and sets it on top. When the waitress comes back I notice she unbuttoned her blouse two extra buttons, her bra poking out slightly. I almost laugh, but instead I place my hand on top of Tom's who smiles at me when I do.

"Here you two go!" She leans slightly closer to the table and I notice Tom leans slightly away when she does. I smile slightly and she looks almost hurt. "Do you know what you want or do you need more time."

"No, we are ready." Tom says and when she looks at him expectantly he gestures toward me again. She almost looks like she wants to explode when she meets my eyes.

"I'll have the (Y/F/P)."

She scribbles it down and looks at Tom happily. "And you, hon?" She bats her eyelashes and I roll my eyes.

"The ravioli, please."

"Of course!" She scoops up the menus before giving us a little wave and "I'll be back!" She walks away with a swish of her hips.

I scoff and pull my hand from Tom's to pull out my phone and see if there are any other open houses in the neighborhood.

"You alright, love?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just-" I cut myself off and notice her looking down the row at us. I give him a look and pull my phone into my lap.

The Wife

She literally keeps staring daggers into me and I swear she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse on purpose.

Tom chuckles and glances at me before texting back.

Current Husband

I thought something was off, it's kind of unprofessional isn't it ;)

I roll my eyes at him.

The Wife

You're bad. She also looked like she tried to shove them in your face.

Current Husband

She did not xD

The Wife

Did too! You even moved away!

Current Husband

Well, it doesn't matter

Cuz I have you ;)

"That was cheesy," I giggle at him.

He smiles at me before reaching his hand across the table. I sigh and handed him my left hand and he squeezes it. "Yes, but also." He lifts our hands and leans forward toward them. "She doesn't have this." He brushes his lips to the ring before pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I blush at the action and avert my eyes. "You're blushing, love." He sings and I stick my tongue out at him causing him to chuckle. He continues to look at me lovingly, until Jackie interrupts us with our food.

"Here are your meals!" She sets down my meal first, then Tom's, "Enjoy." She has almost a sultry tone and as soon as her back is turned I make a face at Tom who laughs loudly. He places his finger to his lips telling me to shush. The two of us eat in silence for a few minutes before he pulls something up on his phone and sends it to me. It's a link to website showing an open house about fifteen minutes from the restaurant.

"Want to just go look, I mean what else can we lose?" He inquires with a raised brow.

"Yeah," I smile looking at the description. When I look up, Tom has his fork in my pasta. "Tom!" I try to fight him with my fork, but he has already scooped some on his fork and has shoved it in his mouth, grinning.

"That's good, love."

"That's why I ordered it, you twat." I laugh, he motioned to his plate and I take the opportunity to take a bit of his. I chew and shrug, "It's okay, but I like mine better." He makes an offended face, placing his hand over his heart in mock-hurt. I giggle and we go back to eating discussing the game plan if this last condo doesn't work out before I excuse myself to run to the restroom. On the way back, I overhear a conversation.

"How can a guy like that like her?"

"They are married, Jac."

"Yeah, but didn't you hear what he said in the interview? They were a bit tipsy, it could easily be a mistake."

"What are you going to do?"

I walk around the corner and walk back to my seat seeing Tom has slipped money into the bill folder. He sees my face and goes to ask me a question but is cut off by Jackie coming and grabbing the bill.

"Need change?" She flutters her eyes at him.

"Yes, please." Tom nods while she smiles and walks away. "(Y/N), are you alright?"

"I'll tell you in the car." I interject, leaning back in my chair running a hand over my face. Tom raises an eyebrow, but doesn't push me.

Jackie comes back and hands him the folder, she turns on her heel before she gets too far. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but I was wondering if I could get a picture with you?" she bites her lip and I want to puke. Tom gives her a small smile and nods. He hands me the folder and stands to take a picture with her.

I open it and take out the change and leave the tip on the table, but not before noticing the 'call me if she doesn't work out' note on his receipt. I take the blank receipt from behind it and leave the other one inside.

Tom says a few things to her as I stand and wrap an arm around his torso. "Ready to go, love?" He muses, smiling at me as he places an arm around my shoulder. I nod, double checking the table to make sure we have everything before the two of us leave. Tom sighs, "Did you decide on what I owe you since she did ask for a picture?"

"Ice cream of my choice?" I say with a laugh.

"That'll work, oh, can I have my change?" I hand over the money and receipt before getting in the driver's side. After starting the car I notice Tom staring at me, I lock eyes with Tom and his damn puppy eyes. "What was bothering you in there, please tell me." He sticks out his lower lip in a pout.

I cover his face with my hand and let out a soft, "No, not the puppy eyes and pouty lip!" He smiles underneath my hand and I pull away to place my hands back onto the wheel, "So I overheard our waitress talking to another waitress and she basically said she was going to give you her number in case we 'didn't work out,' I honestly hate those types of people. Like," I pull out on the main road and let my phone tell me where the next open house is at. "It doesn't matter if that person is in a bad relationship or a good, if the person is good looking or not, you shouldn't do that! It's so rude and self-centered and," I let out an annoyed noise. "I may have taken the other receipt and left the one with the note in the folder." Tom is quiet for a minute, I suddenly feel like I did something wrong, after our three months are up he could have gone back to her he could-

"I don't like people like that either. She also said the same thing to me while we took the picture."

"She did?" My voice goes up slightly and I go wide eyed in anger.

"She did, I told her that I was happy being married to you and that she should respect that." I glance at him and see him staring straight ahead. I put my hand over his that are cupped in his lap and he laces his fingers with mine.

"We have one strange relationship, Holland." He laughs next to me and nods. The GPS tells us that we are at our location and I see a condo that looks like a house split down the middle to make two condos. There is a man sitting on the front step when we pull up, his head raising as we pull into the driveway. He jumps to his feet and I roll down my window. "I hope we aren't too late to look at the place."

"No, no, no, not at all ma'am. Please," he gestures to the condo, "come in." He opens the door for me, and I turn off the car so Tom and I can get out. "I'm Jasper Kings, and I apologize ahead of time, but this is my first time doing this, so if I ramble it's just because I'm nervous and, oh gosh I'm doing it now." He looks like he is going to pass out so I put my hand out to shake his hand.

"I'm (Y/N) Holland, and this is my husband Tom." Tom moves to my side and shakes Jasper's hand as well.

"Well, let me show you in!" Jasper leads the two of us inside, my eyes catch the small flowers in front of the house and the turquoise front door. "It's a blank canvas, Mr. and Mrs. Holland!" As we walk in I can see that the condo is unstaged, showing the size of the place. Across from the front door are two staircases, one going up and the other going down. Left of the door is a hall closet. "Now, down this way we come to the living room, dining room, and kitchen. It's open concept which is nice for parties or family gatherings." Jasper jogs into the kitchen, it's simple, with white cabinets and gray blue countertops with a similar backsplash. The appliances are stainless steel.

I nod as I turn and look from there to the living/dining room. Wood runs across the entire space, making it look clean. On the back wall is a sliding glass door that leads out to a small deck. I walk about midway to where the living room would be and see a small hallway that has three doors.

"Oh, that is where the powder room, small closet, and master bedroom are! The master is on the left and also has a full bathroom in it. It's quite lovely. I can show you the upstairs too." Jasper walks backwards toward the stair cases. Upstairs is a small bonus room that overlooks the living room, as well as two bedrooms and a bathroom between them. It's nice and cozy. After, Jasper leads us back down stairs and to the basement to see that it is partially done with a completed, full laundry room. Another sliding glass door is set almost below the one on the main floor, through the glass we can see a fence.

"I like this," Tom whispers to me as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"I hope the fence isn't too much trouble, the last tenants had a larger dog and caused the neighbors to worry about their children."

"It's perfect, we have a dog so that's just one thing we don't have to worry about." I turn and look at Jasper.

He is excited, and he almost dances in his place. He motions for us to follow him, we end up back on the main floor and he smiles folding his hands in front of him, swaying to and fro. "I'm going to step out so you two can talk." He walks outside, shutting the door behind him.

Tom sighs next to me, and drags me back into the main room. "What do you think, (Y/N)? Did we just happen to stumble onto the perfect place or what?"

"You did find the perfect place," I agree, he looks at me with bright eyes. I smile back at him, "So are you ready to do this, it'll be a lot of work. Lots of furniture to buy, and lots of other things."

"We can worry about it as we go, but as long as we are in this together I think we'll be fine."

"Did we just buy a condo?" I ask, smiling.

Tom hugs me. "I think we did. Now, let's tell Jasper, I want to see how happy he gets."

"So happy," I giggle. Tom squeezing me slightly before letting me go and walking to the door.

Our first home together, a part of me wants it to really be that and not just part of this charade

Part 7 

#tomhollandxreader #husband!tomholland #fakedating!tomholland #tomholland2013 #tom holland #accidentalmarriage!tomholland #CG writes

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

oh man oh fuck can i get elleo for the relationship asks??

anon i love you.

OK but this post is long as heck so imma put it under a cut.

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Elliot. Leo throws stuff first,then he raises his voice. Who threatens to leave but never actually does?Elliot. He’d never leave. Who actually keeps their word and leaves?Leo. Who trashes the house?Leo. Do either of them get physical?Not like, fist-to-fist directly, but as I said, Leo will throw stuff, andif it hits Elliot, it’ll hurt.How often do they argue/disagree?Literally every day.Who is the first to apologise?Elliot. Almost always. Leo considers apologising, and sometimes apologisesfirst if he thinks he’s been unreasonable. But usually Elliot is first.

Sex:

Who is on top?Depends. I’d say primarily Elliot,but if Leo wants to top, Elliot doesn’t stand a chance. Who is on the bottom?Answered above. Who has the strangest desires?Leo. He has wild fantasies. Sometimes Elliot does too, but he will alwayskeep them to himself. Any kinks?Am I allowed to say piss. Probably no major ones, but maybe they’vegot a little dom/sub thing going on sometimes. Oh, and I always picture Leo indresses. Who’s dominant in bed?Leo. I don’t know why, but I can picture it as like a contrast to the wholemaster/valet relationship they have. I feel like Elliot would like lettinghimself be dominated by Leo.Is head ever in the equation?Yes. A lot. If so, who is better at performing it?Hm… I’d say Leo can give it better, but he prefers receiving. Ever had sex in public?Yes, probably. At some point. If someone can think of a scenario for this, pleasedo enlighten me. Who moans the most?Elliot.Who leaves the most marks?Both equal I’d say, but Leo is more likely to leave them in obvious places justto embarrass Elliot. Who screams the loudest?Elliot. Who is the more experienced of the two?Leo and I don’t know why. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?Depends. Usually ‘make love’ I’d say, but if it’s make-up sex (which wouldbe frequent because they argue a lot) then fuck’.Rough or soft?Pretty much the same answer as above, but I reckon they’re rougher when Leotops. How long do they usually last?I’m going to be generous and say like, 15 to 20 minutes. Yes, it’s verymuch possible. Believe me. Is protection used?Elliot insists most of the time. Good boi; protecc is good.Does it ever get boring?No. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Somewhere in public probably, like a club bathroom (oddly specific).

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?Honestly, I doubt it. If so, how many children do your muses want/have?Assuming they did, only one or possibly two. Definitely no more than two. Who is the favorite parent?Elliot, because Leo ignores them most of the time lmao. But Leo is cutewith them when he does spend time with them. Who is the authoritative parent?Once again Elliot, but Leo can put them in line faster. We all saw how he wasaround his siblings at the orphanage. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?Neither. Their kids are going to school every single day unless they’repuking out of both ends. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?Leo. Elliot is the Protective Mom. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support theirchildren?Elliot, and only ever Leo if Elliot drags him. Who goes to parent teacher interviews?Both. And Leo likes to make jokes about their kids and concern the teacherslightly, and Elliot gets very embarrassed. Who changes the diapers?Elliot. Leo will not touch them. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?Elliot. Who spends the most time with the children?Probably Elliot, although the kids remind Leo of his siblings at the Houseof Fianna, so he tries to spend time with them. Who packs their lunch boxes?Elliot. Who gives their children ‘the talk’?Leo. 100% Leo. And he’s so casual about it. Who cleans up after the kids?Elliot. Who worries the most?Leo, because he saw too many of his siblings to the House of Fianna die. Sothe moment they have a like a tiny fever or smthn, or literally anything, heimmediately enters panic mode. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?Leo.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?I can picture Leo being clingy whenit comes to this thing. Who is the little spoon?Leo. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?Leo. Elliot’s more likely to get horny in awkward places, but Leo notices.And Leo acts. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Leo. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?Hours. Literally. And they won’t really become uncomfortable, Leo will justget bored and go read. Who gives the most kisses?I’d say it’s pretty equal. What is their favourite non-sexual activity?Playing piano duets. Where is their favourite place to cuddle?The sofa. They often fall asleep there. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Leo because Elliot gets so damn flustered. How often do they get time to themselves?Quite often. Leo isolates himself to read a lot.

Sleeping:

Who snores?Both, depending on the occasion. If both do, who snores the loudest?Elliot. Do they share a bed or sleep separately?100% share. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?They start by cosying up, but then they get annoyed by it and move apart. Who talks in their sleep?I can imagine them both doing that lmao. What do they wear to bed?Normal pyjamas. In winter, they’re excessively fluffy. Are either of your muses insomniacs?Leo. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?Elliot probably bought them for Leo, but Leo will only take them when heactually wants to sleep. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?They wrap around each other “accidently.”Who wakes up with bed hair?Leo. Who wakes up first?Elliot. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?Elliot, unless it’s after sex. Then Leo makes breakfast. What is their favourite sleeping position?Leo tucked into Elliot’s body, Elliot’s arms wrapped around him with hisfingers running through his hair, trying to help him sleep. Who hogs the sheets?Leo. Do they set an alarm each night?Yes, because Elliot gets overly cautious, but he usually wakes up before itanyway. Can a television be found in their bedroom?No, just a ton of books. Who has nightmares?Both. Who has ridiculous dreams?Both, but Leo’s are stranger. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Leo, even though he’s a Smol Boi. Who makes the bed? Elliot. What time is bed time? For Elliot, about 11pm. For Leo, when he passes out from reading, or Elliotwakes up halfway through the night and tells him to get his ass to sleep. Any routines/rituals before bed?Elliot tells Leo to stop reading. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Leo. He’s grumpy when he’stired and he’s tired virtually every morning.

Work:

Who is the busiest?Elliot. Who rakes in the highest income?Elliot. Are any of your muses unemployed?Possibly Leo. I can only picture him having a part time job. Who takes the most sick days?Leo. Who is more likely to turn up late to work?Leo. Who sucks up to their boss?Elliot. What are their jobs?Elliot either does something in management, or something in likejournalism. Leo probably works part time at a book store or library. Who stresses the most?Elliot. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?Leo likes his job because he gets to be surrounded by books all day. Elliot’sjob has its ups and downs, so overall, he’s mutual. Are your muses financially stable? Yes, mostly. And then Leo spends an excessive amount of money on books.

Home:

Who does the washing?Elliot. Who takes out the trash?Elliot. Who does the ironing?Elliot. Who does the cooking?Both can, and in general, Leo’s a better cook, but Leo also is lazy. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?Leo. Who is messier? Leo. Who leaves the toilet roll empty?Leo. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?Leo. Who forgets to flush the toilet?Leo. Who is the prankster around the house?Leo. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?Both of them have done this multiple times. Who mows the lawn?Elliot. Who answers the telephone?Elliot; Leo can’t be trusted to do this without saying something stupid tosomeone important. Who does the vacuuming?Elliot. Who does the groceries?Elliot. Who takes the longest to shower?Leo. He’s that person who brings a book in the shower. Who spends the most time in the bathroom?Leo. He brings a book in the bathroom.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?Not really, but they can both beimpulsive spenders sometimes. How many cars do they own?Probably only one. Leo has written off multiple though (he’s not a good driver).Do they own their home or do they rent?Own. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?Closer to the countryside. Do they live in the city or in the country? The outskirts of the city. Do they enjoy their surroundings?Yeah, although I think Leo would prefer it slightly more tranquil. What’s their song?Reminiscent by Yiruma. It’s a beautiful piece and I think it really speaksfor them, especially as a couple. What do they do when they’re away from each other?Leo reads, Elliot with read or listen to music. Where did they first meet?If we’re talking an AU, I reckon in high school. How did they first meet?Probably something like being grouped together. They hated each other atfirst. Who spends the most money when out shopping?Leo. The trolley ends up filled with books.Who’s more likely to flash their assets?Both, depending on context. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?Leo. If Elliot laughed at Leo, it would not be pretty. Any mental issues?I think, as well as the insomnia, Leo could potentially be dealing withsome sort of anxiety disorder. Who’s terrified of bugs?Elliot. Who kills the spiders around the house?Leo puts them outside, but he won’t kill them. Their favourite place?The room with the piano. Who pays the bills?Elliot. Do they have any fears for their future?The other dying. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?Elliot. Who uses up all of the hot water? Leo.Who’s the tallest?Elliot. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?Leo. Who wanders around in their underwear?Leo. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?Leo, but only because he knows it pisses Elliot off. What do they tease each other about?Elliot teases Leo about his height, and gets a book thrown at him. Leo teasesElliot about the fact he gets flustered about everything. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?Elliot, because Leo has the fashion sense of a potato. Do they have mutual friends?Yes. But Elliot has more friends from work who Leo doesn’t know. Who crushed first? Elliot. Any alcohol or substance related problems?Woah, I am really not theperson to ask this. OK BUT HERE ME OUT. I think both of them have addictivepersonalities, based on how reliant they become on each other. I’m not saying there’sa direct correlation, but I can imagine they’d both form attachments for substances.However, based on status and circumstance, I’d say it’s unlikely Elliot would beaddicted to anything, spare possibly cigarettes, because I can genuinelyimagine that. As for Leo, I think he could potentially have substance relatedproblems with weed, or maybe prescription painkillers. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?Leo, although Elliot has done before as well. Who swears the most?Both of them swear equally as much.

#ask #anonymous #elleo #ultimate ship meme

[shoushatohaisha]

translation: “The Start of the Giant” Pamphlet Cross Talk #2 (Kosaka Ryoutarou, Miura Kairi, Shiota Kouhei, Fuchino Yuuto, Kawahara Kazuma)

Cross Talk #1 (Kenta, Kagechan, KT, Justin, Naoki)

Translator's Notes: 1. As before, the interview was conducted before rehearsals began. 2. Brackets are preserved from the original text. 3. Scans available via @engekihaikyuu here.

The "Summer of Evolution" over, they meet their official match with new weapons in hand. "The audience always banishes our uncertainty" -- facing ever-new portrayals, the bond of the second years and the resolution of the first years!

Q: "Summer of Evolution" was a bit different from the other Haikyuu stage productions to date.

Shiota: Obviously we always have that "onward, onward" feeling each time, but this time it was mixed with uncertainty over "Will this actually work?" The show was created amidst that conflict. This is just a what-if, but now I really feel that if we were to restage Summer of Evolution we could go much much deeper. But we're on to the next!

Kawahara: Our audience understands that the Haikyuu troupe is always on the attack, and on top of that they enjoy every production… Although in rehearsal we may feel lost and uncertain, when you experience the audience's actual response, it makes you think, "the audience really banishes our uncertainty." I think that's why we're able to keep pushing forward even further.

Miura: What everyone said last time was that "this is the most 'theatrical' production so far." We challenged ourselves with showing the development of a story, something we couldn't just force our way past with intensity, but this time we've returned to an intensity-based style, so… It's rough. (laughter) It's rough for those of us on the bench, but even more so for those in the match, probably.

Q: "Summer of Evolution" also had Tsukishima and Yamaguchi confronting each other over their feelings.

Kosaka: I wonder how we should work off of that fight and the feelings that Tsukishima and Yamaguchi overcame… The Tsukishima before and the Tsukishima after "Summer of Evolution" are a little different, so that's still an issue for me, I think.

Q: Fuchino-san, the previous production was your first Engeki Haikyuu.

Fuchino: At first when we began rehearsals I was pretty bewildered. I was constantly relying on everyone else for help. What surprised me the most was Worry-san's rehearsal style. It felt like even when we were practicing our group choreography if you didn't add something of your own you'd go under… I'd honestly end up [just] being there, [just] doing what was decided. But I couldn't come up with my own ideas like everyone else, and then the real show began… Around the time we got to the Tokyo rerun, I finally felt like I'd gotten the feel of the Haikyuu troupe and started to fit in. So my goal this time is "to be relied on." We're bringing in new members, and I'd like to leave a strong impression, point-by-point. Plus, at last we're getting a close-up on Ennoshita, so I want to back him up right.

Q: Against Wakutani Minami (Wakunan). The time to show the meaning of Ennoshita's presence has come.

Kawahara: Ennoshita is a character who represents the emotions of what it is to not be a starter. So I wonder how much the people watching will sympathize with that. I want to show "a normal person doing their best."

Shiota: Ennoshita's the NPC ace!

Kawahara: Uh-huh. I really think I've ended up as the audience stand-in on stage, so… Up til now I've seen precisely that point – soothing the audience, or giving them a break – as a critical responsibility, or to put it the other way around, I didn't want anyone else to take it over. "This is my job." Because of those experiences, I think Ennoshita and the audience have similar feelings. I want to work off of that, leverage it, and express the drama of this storyline with the right emotion and technique.

Q: And the connection between the second years, which we haven't seen much of so far, is coming sharply into focus.

Kawahara: That's right. These two [Tanaka and Nishinoya] have gone with the momentum of their "Soi soi!" thing (laughter), and there have been almost no opportunities for the second years to show their relationship in conversation.

Shiota: There are this time. The flashback where Ennoshita runs away and then comes back is like the proof of our history together and all our words and deeds so far.

Fuchino: We want to convey that to everyone.

Q: Yamaguchi's also called onto the court… for quite a bitter experience.

Miura: Yeahhh… Yeah, that's right. Um, there's the part where Ennoshita comes to his rescue… it's painful. You know how the subtitle this time is "The Start of the Giant". But for me, the subtitle "Battle of the Cowards" is bam, right there.

Kosaka/Shiota: Ahhhh!

Kawhara: That's good. Ennoshita and Yamaguchi, right?

Miura: The battle the two of them have with themselves leaves a really powerful impression.

Kosaka: The "giants" are Hinata and Nakashima, right? But just now… I kind of felt like the two cowards will go on to get bigger, or something.

Kawahara: Yeah. Maybe that's one of the hidden meanings!

Shiota: The ones who read deep into a work to enjoy it more are the winners.

Kosaka: Okay, I'm going to think of it that way.

Shiota: But Tsukki's been a giant from the beginning so… "Still a Giant?"

Kawahara/Miura: (burst out laughing)

Kosaka: There it is. (laughter)

Shiota: There it sure is. (laughter)

Q: Engeki Haikyuu's famous raked stage is back, too!

Fuchino: This is my first time on a raked stage. I'm going to strengthen up my legs… I'm prepping for my thighs to be on par with a major leaguer's this year.

Shiota: They really bulk up.

Miura: When you get up there once, the same day you're immediately sore.

Fuchino: That's what I thought.

Shiota: Just standing is tiring. (laughs)

Miura: We sat down whenever we could get a chance.

Kosaka: Now we've started to forget what it was really like, so I'm afraid.

Kawahara: But you know, a raked stage gets you more excited! Last time I caught myself thinking, "A level stage is a little bit sad."

Shiota: I get what you mean, that moment when your adrenaline spikes. During matches, you're moving for thirty minutes straight for a single match… Fucchi, soon.

Fuchino: No… that's why… I went to see "Shousha to Haisha", and even then it was like… just watching I thought I was gonna puke…

Kosaka/Miura: (explosion of laughter)

Kawahara: (laughter) That one was definitely a little abnormal!

Shiota: My feeling is… the ones before that were just right. For me.

Kawahara: Same! Of course even then you're moving plenty, but that feeling where you think "A heavier load fires me up"… Well, I'm a little scared too, but. (laughs) Also, there's the distance between us and the audience. There's this sense of urgency like the audience gets on our level (of energy), or maybe we're able to pull them along. Of course, the issue is always how far we can follow what Worry-san wants to do.

Shiota: Worry-san doesn't hold on to anything. We leave what we've tried before there and move on to the next thing. But there are some points I want to keep…

Kawahara: That's something you should definitely say at the moment you think it. "I want to keep this thing we made."

Kosaka: Lasers!

Fuchino: The lasers were cool.

Miura: They were! I hope we use them again.

Kawahara: The LED panels are heavy, it was hard switching them out.

Shiota: I like the transparent panels more. They have a good vibe.

Q: Objects are a crucial part of Engeki Haikyuu, aren't they.

Kawahara: These plays verge on shows, so the tempo shift between the appeal of movement based in a show aesthetic and the captivation of proper acting technique is what makes Engeki Haikyuu good. To optimize that balance we fight with the director, then receive inspiration from him in turn. We have to create it together.

Q: Karasuno have to make the adults think, "They've changed," since last summer, after all.

Shiota: Definitely! That's important.

Kosaka: I… think I'm going to bulk up. I mean, going through that summer, then stopping all these strong opponents in the matches after that, volleyball muscles must build up naturally. Even for Tsukishima. So when Tsukishima stands on the court I want him to give off an aura like"Huh? Has he gotten bigger?" – like a sense of pressure. Plus, his glasses change. (laughter) I want to grow both inside and out.

Miura: This is our first official match after defeat. Karasuno is going on to become stronger, and in the middle of them is Yamaguchi. I think he's changing inside, between his relationship with Ennoshita who's also in the bench squad and especially his feelings when he saw Tsukki being so pathetic. Plus, this is when Hinata meets Nakashima and also starts to change even more… When it comes to the strength necessary to change, we also have to figure out "something" that will allow us to fight back agianst the talent of the new cast.

Shiota: It's fine, we've got experience with that.

Miura: I know! That persuasiveness that makes the audience think "Oh, sure enough Karasuno are winning." It would be great if we could use our experience to show these changes. Plus, we're going to sweat a ton. We sweat on the bench, too!

Shiota: Johzenji is a "fun" school, but first, I want to show them just how much fun we have on stage. "Can you do this?" "Come on, let's all have fun!" (laughter) Then, I want them to produce the power to overcome that, so I think "Oh, y'all are having fun yourselves," and then I try to overcome that – I want that kind of synergy. Hopefully that will keep going from rehearsals. The drama with Tanaka and Daichi-san in the Wakunan match… I'll show you Tanaka's power in getting back on his feet! And then I'd like to be better about raising others up. I've learned that, that it can't be all about me. Worry-san told me that pulling others along and lifting them up makes me better, too. That's my issue to tackle!

Fuchino: Johzenji's a high-energy team, so I don't want Noya-san to lose on those terms. Last time, I somehow managed to get by on energy and meager skill, so this time I want energy plus equivalent skill. Noya-san's a genius so I want to portray an appropriate mood. I have to show "he really is good." I want to be a presence that doesn't reveal his desperation, and rather has calm to spare.

Kawahara: Noya-san has to encourage Ennoshita when he tells him "Nice receive"… I want to get that from Fucchi's Nishinoya.

Fuchino: My Noya-san will be able to say such a convincing line naturally!

Kawahara: Amidst the pressure of the Wakunan match, where loss means elimination, I hope I can portray Ennoshita's feelings as they change from "I have to pull everyone here along somehow" to "Everyone here is helping me" with the right sensitivity, and… Kouhei said this too, but I also want to be conscious of when I'm standing by myself and when others are helping me stand.

Q: Team play.

Kawahara: Haikyuu is the story of Hinata, yearning to be the Little Giant, and in relation to him Kageyama, and of the rest of Karasuno. So as our ultimate destination we have to show, within the match, how Karasuno's evolved and then also the moment that Hinata awakens as "a giant at the beginning". Amazing performances from Johzenji and Wakunan mean that the more we compete there the better. I want us to travel along the path of the performance and convey a story as one.

#engeki haikyuu #kosaka ryoutarou #miura kairi #shiota kouhei #kawahara kazuma #fuchino yuuto #hyper projection engeki haikyuu!! #hajimari no kyojin #translation tag #this has been sitting on my desktop FOREVER #moving... is super fun #three more translation drafts in the same folder stay tuned #also #poor fucchi XD

[corvega-assembly]

Can’t See the Future

Summary:   Nora switches pods at the last minute, not that anyone was informed. Rosalie isn’t sure what the hell she’s meant to do, but finding Shaun seems like a noble goal. Right up until the weight of the end of the world comes crashing down on her. She’ll need a little more to keep her going than avenging her sister's family and running head first into a half assed goal with no plan. At least Hancock’s got her back. Rating:  Mature Pairings:   Hancock X sosu (FOC) Warnings (for this chapter): canon typical violence

Chapter 7: It’s just a moment

Piper wasn’t the earliest of risers, which unfortunately left Rosalie to lay staring at the rusted metal ceiling for what felt like ages. If Nora wouldn’t have made it out of Concord, where would Nate have gone? He wouldn’t have spent as long getting to Diamond City, he would have likely joined with the Brotherhood. But god, Nate was not a good people reader. He would have liked Piper fine, but that interview would have been depressing. Nate was also the one in charge of cleaning, and his need to have a complete mess, and personality in Rosalie's opinion, free home would have killed him out here. Plants growing through buildings seemed kinda neat to Rosalie, pretty in their own way. But Nate would have hated it. How the man had handled battlefields Rosalie didn’t know. But then there was a lot she didn’t know, Nora may have gone the distance and made it to Diamond City just by talking people into escorting her there. She may have hated guns, but even as a kid she was good at getting people to help her, like her.

Eventually Piper got up when Nat started moving around the little house. Getting moving late may have worried Rosalie some, but having a partner was soothing, and more than welcome.

Piper wasn’t wrong, she was a big help. She led them north along the river, steering them mostly clear of combat. They did stop and clear out a shop full of clothing, and raiders. Piper insisted that grabbing some more ammo and maybe weapons was a good idea(“Clear the way for folks heading to Bunker Hill, or we can at least try to.”). She wasn’t wrong, the little hideout, finally, blissfully, gave up ammo. And with the ammo was plenty of clips. The prospect of saving time struggling to reload the clips in between fights had Rosalie relaxing just a bit. Even if, moments later, Piper told her in a serious tone that fights downtown were common and expected. The score of a messenger bag felt like even more of a victory. Even if Piper just laughed as Rosalie exclaimed, "Hell yeah look at this very professional messenger bag! It's even got extra pockets for holotapes!"

It began to drizzle slightly as they made their way towards Boston Common. Piper wouldn’t, or possibly couldn’t, tell her what was so terrifying about it, but they snuck their way in from the North, keeping close to the buildings. It just looked like a park to Rosalie but Piper was agitated, and Dogmeat was sticking close by.

“There’s the station, you ready? Gonna be a bunch of hot heads down there, but we can take em.” She gestured with her head but her gun was still pointed out towards the pond. A robot clunked around off to their right and Rosalie had the strangest sensation, not of being watched exactly, of something lurking around just out of sight. Unnerving.

“Yeah, I guess I’m ready as I can be,” The three snuck in, or as best as they could all things considered, Piper had some skill, Dogmeat was fairly quiet, but Rosalie could hear the echo of her boots crunching around her. They still managed to get the drop on the first group, and Piper was a good shot with a pistol. And she wasn’t squeamish, Rosalie still felt nauseous looking at the gore, but Piper? Just another day for her it would seem. When they finally made their way to the subway proper, their skills failed and it all went to shit too quickly for Rosalie to even guess what had gone wrong.

Dogmeat went down, a shot to his side, he began yowling and whimpering in pain, Rosalie had managed to duck down and get around several benches to stimpak the poor dog. But the sheer feeling of terror, about the dog dying on her when everyone else was snuffing out like candles, distracted her long enough to get hit in the head with a baseball bat. She briefly wished she’d bought a baseball helmet. Her vision became unfocused and light was more painful than where she’d be struck. The bastard stepped on her right hand as she tried to get up and kicked the gun out of her hand. She could hear Piper screaming ‘Blue get up!’, as the man went to swing at her head again.  Dogmeat recovered just enough to rip into the man’s arm. His blood spraying over Rosalie’s face, she groped around for her gun, vision swimming, as the dog tried to rip the man's arm apart. Feeling the pistol's grip, she pulled the gun towards her, too fast, far too fast, and promptly vomited all over her own arms. The man fell on his side beside her so she simply put her gun against him and fired. Point blank was much different. Even with her skull pounding she could still feel the bits of bones and concrete double back to splatter her and Dogmeat.

The dog began whining at her and grabbed at her messenger bag. Rosalie reached into the messenger, looking for another stimpak, blood and vomit slicked hands couldn’t quite guess the size and shape, her feeling around making her sway and her stomach threatening to come up again. Once she had the stimpak and had administered she sat still while her world came back into focus. Eventually, after far to long from the lessening sounds of a firefight, she got herself up enough to shoot at a man taking aim at her across the room, his own shots erratic. The recoil of the gun causing the pain to regrow and redouble inside her own head.

All she could do was sit there and try not to vomit anymore as Piper and Dogmeat finished clearing out the room. Her head killed , her stomach was churning, the smell of vomit requesting more with every movement. She wanted to cry, but her head simply hurt too much to even manage that. So she focused on her breathing, and how much her hand hurt gripping her gun.

With the sound of dirt and crunching debris under foot, Piper slowly, and very loudly, made her way into Rosalie’s eyeline and kneeled beside her.

“Oh hell, that’s a shiner for sure. Dang Blue, you take a stimpak?” Rosalie attempted to nod and instead focused on not puking on Piper. “Alright, lets get another one in you. No, you need it,” She ignored Rosalie’s very mild attempt to dissuade her, with a “Gross Blue, did you puke in the bag?” muttered under her breath. Piper got her another stimpak and clean water which she insisted Rosalie sit and sip while she went and stripped the bodies of anything interesting.

By the time the second stimpak had run its course, Rosalie had finished the water and was beginning to strip out of her armor and shirt. “Hey Blue, I found a hardhat for you, and jesus I hope you're tossing that poor shirt.” Piper helped Rosalie remove the shirt and wipe as much of her own vomit off her as she could. Once she was mostly redressed Piper put the hardhat on Rosalie.

It gave her a wave of homesickness, she’d been given one similar as a kid, something an uncle gave her, with the little flashlight on the top. This one had had the batteries die centuries before however. Rosalie wondered if he was dead now, she hoped like hell he wasn't a feral. Once she was up and mostly stable on her feet Piper looked her over. “Guess this isn’t your day, but they’ll send someone to see why these guys haven’t checked in if we wait too long. And I don’t want to risk the Common’s again.”

“Onward I guess, shit I’m sorry Piper I didn’t help you at all.” At this finally Piper smiled softly at her.

“Nah, they were so busy shooting at you, I could just pick them off. If you wanna play it that way all you gotta do is say so, no need to go a round with a tough.” She laughed slightly and held out her arms dramatically for Rosalie to lead them on.

They took it slowly through the subway into the Vault, but the fighting wasn’t anywhere near as intense. For which Rosalie was thankful, she could feel the side of her face bruised, even after the stimpack had done its duty.More assholes with baseball bats, and even more with machine guns.

By the time they made it nearly to the atrium Rosalie had learned two very important things about Piper. She loved digging around, and snooping through people's possessions. And she loved seeing their valuables even more. As Rosalie popped another lock with a bobby pin, a talent picked up with Nora in school(Maybe they had a gig where Rosalie broke into offices and Nora altered grades. Maybe. Who’s to say.), Piper whistled and grinned. She could barely contain herself leaning over Rosalie’s shoulder, one hand bracing herself on Rosalie's arm, looking into the safe, “Ohhh what's in there?”

“One extremely fancy watch, and oh my god my mother would die for these.” The nicest pair of gold earrings, with little emerald’s set into green gold that was formed to look like green leaves sat inside the safe.

“Yeah? You should wear them then!” Piper ruffled through the small stack of paper at the bottom of the safe pouting when she found nothing worth the effort to read.

“Oh my god no, they’re tacky as could be.” But Rosalie pocketed them just the same.

They finally made their way into the massive central room. Vault 111 had nothing on this vault, Rosalie’s vault didn’t have half the space this one did, they hadn’t even meant for the scientists to live inside. At the top was a man yelling at a window, and judging by the man yelling back out the window; Rosalie made the guess that Nora would have loved Mr. Valentine.

Dino went down with one bullet, and then Rosalie was face to face with her first friendly synth.

He struck quite the silhouette in the dimly lit room, he would have fit right into a film she’d have snuck off to watch in high school. His thin metal fingers reflected the light of his cigarette as he lit up. His smooth synthetic flesh was torn and rough which gave him a sort of… nonorganic, 5 o’clock shadow. It fit him, fit the persona he was presenting. If he was too clean he’d stand out even more. Mr. Valentine was interested in why he was being saved, but seemed more concerned with her missing person case.

It struck her as she told him that Shaun was missing, that she didn’t even know when Shaun had gone missing. But, thankfully, he didn’t seem bothered by her lack of information.

“But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk.” He even spoke like an old school detective from a novel.

Getting out of the vault with Valentine was much smoother than getting in. ‘Hard and loud’ is what he called her style, but he’d followed her lead. He was amusing, Mr. Valentine, with his comments about the vault and the gang. And he wasn’t wrong about the stairs, Rosalie still wasn’t used to the sheer amount of walking, and her legs were cramping bad. She stopped several times just to rub at them, which earned her a very slight pat on the back from Piper in sympathy.

Rosalie truly thought they were going to be in another large firefight once they made it to the entrance, but oddly Darla had listened when she pleaded with her to just go home and live. There was some sort of long history that Skinny and Nick had, and Rosalie was thankful. She'd killed enough people today.

It was deep and dark, the drizzle transformed to a hard rain by the time they made it back out of the vault. Nick seemed to know just the right roads to avoid fighting entirely. Rosalie and Dogmeat without trench coats of their own were soaked completely through by the time they made it back to Diamond City. So Nick waved them off, requesting the three to swing his office by in the morning.

Once inside Piper's place, Nat took one look at Rosalie, covered in sick and blood and yelled at her to go shower. A very demanding kid, Rosalie thought as stripped out of her gear to be washed, again, and got in the shower. She tried to think if she’d ever been that demanding as a kid. Probably, kids were made of something far tougher than adults it seemed at times.

Rosalie took the couch again with a slightly damp Dogmeat, the pain in her head too distracting for her to feel sorry for herself. Travis talked about Valentine returning to town briefly before he signed off for the night, some really godawful music from the 1930s playing after. Rosalie fell asleep wishing for something for the pain, her dreams reflecting it back with her mother's final dose of morphine, her hands so thin and so cold. And then she was in the vault and it wasn't Nora who was stuck in the pod, it was Mom. She woke up sobbing with Civilization playing while Dogmeat snored and twitched.  

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