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devitalise · 11 months

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Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

#book talk #djservo #i didn't know if i'd even finish one book this month tbh #saving my next rachel cusk read for when i really need a pick me up

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo.

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy.

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships.

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate.

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?”

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise.

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum.

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed.

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks.

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.”

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you.

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is.

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support.

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle.

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this.

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway.

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you.

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck.

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal.

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw.

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship.

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.”

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him.

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it.

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought.

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble.

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later.

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again.

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding.

Both of you looked ridiculous.

“Stay away, fiend.”

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you.

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t.

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible.

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself.

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring.

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time.

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes.

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you.

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again.

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst.

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm.

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying.

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again.

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment.

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you.

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up.

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech.

“Suppose that’s two points for me?”

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something.

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him?

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know.

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again.

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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“Warrior”

Awwwwww SHIT. She cannot be stopped, folks.

So I thought about making this an Epilogue to “Helpless”, but I MIGHT turn it into a sequel, if that’s something you guys want. I have so many ideas!!!

Anyway, here is a “Helpless” SEQUEL ONE SHOT as of now.

TBH I love it so much. I was listening to the song and I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head. OH RIGHT, if you haven’t heard Demi Lovato’s “Warrior”, listen to it now. And/or as you read this. I listened to it the entire time I wrote it. Hell I’m still listening to it. LOL.

“Please, Liv?”

Barba was begging his best friend, on his knees in his own office.

“This is ridiculous, Rafa. You’re a grown man. Stop begging,”

“Then promise you’ll do it,”

“I..wha...WHY do you need me to take your girlfriend out?”

“Look she just went through a traumatic event--”

“Um it was pretty traumatic for me too, if you couldn’t tell,”

“Right. I know...Liv, you know I love you,” He put a hand on her shoulder. “But she ALSO lost the one person in the world that she’s had for most of her life. She has no one now,”

“She has you, obviously,”

“Well yeah sure she has me, but I--I can’t be her whole world. She needs friends. And she doesn’t meet anyone because she had to quit her job at Fazzoli’s. So she’s just been my Personal Assistant for the past month until she can find something else, and she’s just…. around, ALL the time,” He explained the past month of your lives.

“Sounds like you’re getting sick of your little hustler,” Liv chuckled.

“DON’T, call her that.” Rafael warned her.

“Why? It’s what she did,” Liv scoffed.

“Olivia...look,” Rafael rubbed his temples. “You are my best friend in the entire world, and I love you. But you have GOT to let this little...grudge against Y/N go,”

“Grudge? What-- She--” Olivia protested, but Rafael cut her off.

“Whatever happened, it’s in the past. We’re putting it behind us, and so should you,”

“Whatever….” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“If you want to keep being my best friend,”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a plea, once again,” He took her hand. “If you truly love me, you will help me help her,” He gave her those puppy dog eyes, the ones she could never resist, even if she wanted to.

“Oh that is DIRTY, Barba,” She pushed him away with her hand over his face.

“Again though, I don’t know what you want me to do. She obviously doesn’t think we’re going to be friends, and all of my friends are your friends-- also, they’re all adults,”

“She’s an adult,”

“....Sure she is,”

“OLIVIA,”

“Okay okay, I just...Oh you know what, I could ask Lucy if her and her friends want to come,” She picked up her phone and flipped through it.

“See? You’re brilliant,” Rafael smiled.

“Whoa there counselor, I’m not sure how excited she is going to be to drag her friends out with her BOSS, her friends and your pet---girlfriend,” She quickly corrected herself, but Barba heard it anyway.

“You’re unbelievable,” He sighed.

“Look I said I would ask her, I didn’t say it would be happy about it,”

“Alright, alright,” He nodded. “Thank you, Liv,” he gave her a small hug then she turned to walk out.

“Don’t make me regret this,” She eyed him. Just then, you came up behind her in the doorway.

“Regret what?”

“Uh...my lunch plans, Rafael suggested a place I haven’t tried,” Olivia pushed her hair behind her ears nervously, looking everywhere around you but your eyes. Classic lying tells, but you really didn’t want to deal with her stuff right now so you left it alone.

“Oh, well have fun detective!” You gave her a cheery smile as she walked out of the office. You handed Rafael one of the two coffees you had brought in.

“Fuel for my baby,” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek. You could see the screaming behind his eyes when he smiled back at you.

“...What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“What, what?” he asked, acting oblivious.

“Rafael, you know I know something is off,”

“Wha… no, not--” he started but you gave him a knowing look. “You said you weren’t going to do that anymore, Y/N,” he was suddenly stern, referring to using your ‘superpower’.

“And I told you, I can’t turn it off!” You reminded him, you had said it in your very first conversation.

“Okay but you can...y’know pretend you don’t see things,” he pointed out.

“Or, you could just tell me why your eyes are screaming for help right now,” you crossed your arms.

“Wha--that--Good lord,” He sighed, taking a swig of his coffee.

“I’m around too much, aren’t I?” You finally stated the obvious, tired of ignoring it anymore.

“No! No no no…” He put a hand to your face. Overly repetitive denial, meant yes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I don’t have anywhere else to be,” You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. You hated being this helpless, relying on him for everything. Ever since he had left the hospital, you’d moved in with him and took care of him while his shoulder healed. And then when he went back to work, you told him you had to quit working at Fazzoli’s because it was just too hard to go there every day after everything that had transpired there. You really had tried, but you just kept having flashbacks or panic attacks that Arianna would come walking through the door and take you away again.

Rafael was totally understanding, as usual. He told you that you could be his Assistant for the time being, which really just meant you followed him around all day like a puppy. And he was paying you with his salary, so he was basically just giving you money. You hated it; you were used to being completely independent-- sort of.

Sure Arianna ‘protected’ you, but it wasn’t like you were a baby bird. You had been through so many horrific things in your short life, all on your own. You knew how to survive in the mean streets of NYC, making your own money. You were like a bulldog, and now you were a lap dog.

“Hey,” Rafael picked your head up back to face him. “I know. I’m not blaming you for anything,”

“But you are sick of me,”

“I just...I think you need more people in your life, that’s all,” he stroked your hair.

“Yeah, I know,” you shrugged.

He was right, but you weren’t used to having more than one person looking out for you, or vice versa. You didn’t really know what it was like to have a normal friend, and your serious trust issues really didn’t help the situation. Rafael had tried to get you to go to therapy to work through your “issues”, but you didn’t trust your therapist, which made the whole thing moot.

“...Wait, so what were you actually talking about with Liv?”

“She told you, I was--”

“Can we not do this again,” You rolled your eyes.

“....Alright fair enough,” He sighed, giving up. “I asked Olivia if she knew of any girls that might want to ‘hang out’ with you,”

“Oh my god, Rafa!” You were humiliated.

“God now I’m like that weird kid in class who eats paste, and her parents have to to talk to the teacher who makes the other kids be her friend,”

“....That’s a weirdly specific scenario,” he raised an eyebrow.

“...Yeah, well-- not my first time,” You shrugged sadly.

“Aw honey,” He half laughed, taking your into his arms and kissing your forehead. “I would’ve been your friend, no matter what you ate,”

“Yeah well considering you were probably in high school when I was in elementary, I doubt it,” You smirked.

“Ooof, below the belt,” He put both hands over his crotch with a pained expression.

“I’m sorry,” you stuck your tongue out with a smile. “But you kinda deserve it, trying to beg people to be my friend,”

“I didn’t BEG…” He started, but saw that look in your eyes. “Okay but it worked,” He came clean.

“Oh Olivia and I are gonna have a girls night? Are we gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys we like? OH WAIT,” You made sarcastic gestures. “We like the same boy!” You rolled your eyes.

“I mean, I can’t blame you. He’s pretty awesome,” He smirked.

“And so not full of himself,” You pulled on his collar towards you.

“Not at all,” He kept smirking, as he placed his lips over yours.

Just then Barba’s phone vibrated-- a text from Liv.

“KARAOKE NIGHT. TONIGHT. 8PM,”

“Uh….well, I guess you might be right?” He showed his phone. It vibrated again, another text came in as your were reading it.

“LUCY AND FRIENDS, YOU BETTER BE THERE TOO. I’M NOT A BABYSITTER,”

“Well, she is just lovely,” you handed it back to him with a roll of your eyes.

“Hey, at least she’s trying,” he texted a reply to Liv.

“Can you try as well? Please?” He asked you while looking at you with the same puppy dog eyes, Liv wasn’t the only one who couldn’t resist them.

“Fine…” you sighed, and he rewarded you with a kiss.

“I need something to wear,” You batted your eyes, to which he rolled his own and pulled out his credit card.

“See? I’m leaving you alone, it’s working already!” You giggled, walking out of the office to go shopping.

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That night, you and Rafael showed up to a place called TOP5.. It was a fun, trendy hipster restaurant. There were several booths, some tables, even a few couches for people to chill. And in front of everything was a huge stage, with a piano next to it. But there was also a DJ, spinning records.

Rafael noticed Olivia waving to him; he lead you to a giant half booth half table where Olivia, Rollins, Fin, Carisi, and four young girls you had never met before sat with drinks in their hands.

“How did you get these guys out?” Rafael gestured to the squad.

“I asked them nicely,” She smiled.

“Yeah, if ‘nice’ means it was either this or catching up on paperwork all night,” Fin rolled his eyes.

“This is Lucy, my nanny,” Olivia pointed the young girl next to her, who gave a small wave.

“And these are my friends Riley, Lexi and Brianne,” Lucy pointed to each of her friends, who also did a wave as they heard their name.

“Rafael Barba,” he nodded to the girls. “And this is my--”

“Y/N,” You interjected, introducing yourself. You were determined NOT to just be “Rafael’s Girlfriend” anymore.

“So we were looking through some songs, I don’t think anyone’s brave enough to go up there though,” Lexi informed you, gesturing to a huge black binder in front of her and her friends.

“More like not drunk enough,” Lucy laughed.

“Hey we can fix that!” Brianne giggled, calling for shots from the bar.

“Great idea Barba, it’s like we’re chaperoning,” Amanda whispered to Rafael, who rolled his eyes and nodded to a waiter for a scotch.

“May I?” You asked Riley, sliding the book in front of you. You flipped through a binder, until a song stood out to you. It was like it was screaming to you from the page.

You had heard so many “therapeutic” mantras over the past month, people trying help you get over your trauma. Talk it out, they said. You need to get it out.

Well, this was one way.

You excused yourself and walked up to the DJ, whispered something to which he nodded, and went to the mic.

“Alright alright, looks like we have our first vict--I mean, superstar!” He joked. You seriously thought about punching him in the face for using “victim” as a joke, but you knew that was the trauma talking. And you were to fix that, not indulge it.

The music started, and you just let the words spill out:

This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro

All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I was broken and bruised

Thoughts of you and Arianna’s life together ran through your mind like a movie montage as you sang. The words were so scary accurate.

Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

That first chorus felt like you were letting out a huge breath you had been holding in for God knows how long. You wanted Olivia, Rafel, the squad...EVERYONE to know, that you weren’t this helpless little lamb they had seen for the past month.

Out of the ashes, burning like a fire

You can save your apologies

You're nothing but a liar

I've got shame, I've got scars

But I will never show

I'm a survivor

In more ways than you know

'Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I'm not broken and bruised

Now the flashbacks of the real trauma you had been through came pulsing through your mind. Horrors that still kept you up at night; you’d have night terrors sometimes but had hidden them from Rafael so far. He didn’t need to know just how fucked up you truly were. None of it mattered now anyway, you were a survivor. And you had the scars to prove it.

'Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me

There's a part of me I can't get back

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

'Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

You thought of everything Arianna had taken from you. Sure your childhood was shit, but you were fairly young when she convinced you to run away with her. You could have stayed in your small town, found a decent job. Lived a normal life, with normal friends. But she sucked you into your life of crime and deceit, all while telling you it was perfectly fine, and that she loved you. But it was all bullshit, all of it. You saw that now. And now if she ever came back into your life and tried to convince you of anything, you wouldn’t fall back into her lies.

You took a breath before the last chorus, suddenly feeling your face getting wet. You realized you had started crying while you were singing, but for some reason you weren’t ashamed of it. It actually made you feel stronger, like letting your tears wash the pain and shame from yourself.

Now I'm a warrior

I've got thicker skin

Now I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

You finished the song in a whisper as your head dropped to looking at the floor. You were exhausted from the mental journey that song had taken you on. You had never felt so...free. Before you could even look up, the room erupted in applause.

You lifted your head to see everyone in the room giving you a standing ovation...even Olivia, who you could swear had tears in her eyes.

You gave a sheepish smile and a curtsy, quickly getting off the stage and returning to your booth, where not a face was dry.

“...Aww, guys...,” You didn’t know what to say; you had never been that open and vulnerable to ANYONE before, and here you had gone and ripped your soul open in front of a group of strangers.

“That was--”

Olivia came around and hugged you, a genuine hug. It lasted uncomfortably long, so you had to break it with a confused smile.

“I’m sorry I judged you,” She apologized, and you saw the absolute sincerity and guilt written all over her face.

“It’s fine, if I were you I would’ve judged me too,” you gave her an understanding smile.

She nodded, giving Rafael an apologetic look as well, to which he took her hand and pulled her into a hug.

“So, who’s next?!” You smiled, pushing the binder to the middle of the table. Protests and laughs began at the table, bickering about who was drunk enough to follow you.

Rafael leaned over to you, whispering in your ear over the noise of the crowd.

“You’re the bravest warrior I know, Y/N” He wiped tears from his eyes, kissing your cheek.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you smiled, wiping the rest of his tears as you kissed him.

And for the first time maybe ever, you believed it.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #warrior #helpless

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carnationcreation · 4 years

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Front Row Seat (Tommy Oliver x Sister!reader)

TITLE: Front Row Seat (Tommy Oliver x Sister!reader)

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Prompt/summary: (Takes place in MMPR season 3, no specific episode) Tommy misses opening night that the reader thought he’d be there for.

Word Count: 1,865

Warnings: none

Tommy Oliver is the most forgetful person on the planet.

Well, to his sister at least. From dance recitals to school plays Tommy had forgotten every one of them until last minute. He’d always tried to make it up to her, rather it be getting her flowers or fixing the piano in the house so she could finish her vocal lessons. He hated his sister being mad at him. It’s not his fault after all being a power ranger and all. He tried his best to make every performance and event his sister participated in but Lord Zedd never seems to rest.

He was late. Again.

He told me he was going to pick me up from my rehearsal for the spring musical but here I am, still sitting after over an hour of waiting on him. I really shouldn’t have expected anything else. Even my stage manager was skeptical about leaving me alone this late but I assured her that I would be fine and my brother was on his way.

Eventually anyways.

I gave up and pulled out my AP US History book. What kind of teacher assigns a three page homework assignment with essay questions? Eventually a two-door white mustang pulls up to the curb in front of me. I checked my watch, and he made it right at two hours.

Adam got out, flashing me a sad smile before pulling back the seat so I could get in the back.

“Hey (y/n),” Tommy said quietly as I got in the car.

I didn’t say anything as I buckled up my seatbelt. Adam got back in the car and Tommy pulled out of the school’s parking lot.

“How was practice?” Adam said, trying to make the silence less awkward.

“Good.”

Adam frowned at Tommy for my short response.

“Look (y/n), I’m sorry I was late I was-” Tommy started.

“Practicing? Lost time while you were with your friends? Doesn’t really matter. I should've just walked home,” I cut him off.

Tommy went silent and kept driving. Adam’s house slowly came into view and he flashed me a small smile as he stepped out of the car. Eventually Tommy popped a CD into the player, as he pressed play the sounds of my favorite Broadway musicals flowed through the speakers. I knew what he was trying to do but I really wasn’t having it. He knew that the music would get me to let my guard down so he’d be able to apologize.

“Listen I’m sorry I was late. I promise I will be there tomorrow.”

“It’s whatever. And I won’t need picked up till after the show tomorrow. You are coming right?”

“Would I really miss my little sister’s opening night? You’re gonna be the star of the show!” Tommy smiled.

I smiled slightly at his compliment. The streetlights went by slowly and before I knew it we were pulling up our driveway to our house. Our parents car was parked out front but their bedroom light was off.

I hopped out of the car and ran to the front door, my backpack swinging behind me. I kept my script tucked under my arm as I went upstairs to my room.

“Hey,” Tommy said from the bottom of the stairs, “you know we’re proud of you right?”

“Right,” I said quickly before turning around and rushing into my room.

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I sat in my dressing room feeling exhausted as I applied the bright green paint on my body. Beverly, my co-star playing Galinda, was next to me removing her pin curls to the blonde wig.

“Is Tommy coming in tonight?”

“I don’t really know, knowing him he’s probably still at the gym practicing with Rocky.”

“Don’t be bummed, (Y/n). I’m sure he’ll turn up. You’ll do amazing regardless. He’s always talking in History class about how excited he is about your acting gigs,” she smiled as she applied the bright pink blush to her cheeks.

“Does he really?” I said. I was shocked. For all I knew he never talked about me. I wouldn’t think he would be that proud of me, especially with all his accomplishments he could talk about instead.

“Yes! He even handed out flyers for the show with the seniors yesterday.”

Before we could finish the stage manager called five minutes to places and we hurried to finish getting ready.

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The music slowed as I finished belting out the last bars of the finale. I panted as the lights went down. FInally glad the show was over but I loved every second of it.

At curtain call I looked out at the audience. Nope. No sign of my brother anywhere. I sighed but wasn’t that surprised.

I made my way back to the dressing room to take a break and get ready to go home. Sliding into my comfy clothes to wear home and wiping all the makeup off.

“Hey! Why aren’t you out there with Tommy?” Beverly asked as she walked into the dressing room.

“He wasn’t here.”

“What? But he kept telling everyone he was gonna be here?” she said confused.

“Well he says a lot of things,” I said as I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door.

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Tommy rushed into the theater right as curtain call ended, a bouquet of flowers in hand in (Y/n)’s favorite color. He looked around for his sister in the clumps of families taking pictures with the actors but didn’t see her anywhere. He knew he messed up.

Kimberly and the rest of the rangers came up behind him, “It’s okay Tommy we’ll find her, maybe she didn’t notice you weren’t here.”

“She always looks for me, I always promise her I’ll be there,”Tommy said. His head hung and his eyes started to tear up.

“Hey man let's go see if we can find her backstage, maybe she’s just getting ready?” Adam said.

Kim grabbed his hand and the group headed to the dressing rooms.

“Tommy!” Beverly yelled running up to them.

“Hey Beverly,” Kim said, “Where did (Y/n) go?”

“She headed out the back to walk home. Tommy, she was so excited before the show, I told her about the flyers you handed out and everything. Where were you?” Beverly said, placing her hands on her hips.

Tommy sighed, “I got tied up.”

“Uh-huh. Just like you were in the fall too when you didn’t even get to see her solo at the chorus recital. Maybe if you get in the car now you can grab her before she gets home.”

Tommy hid his face in his hands as the girl walked back into the dressing rooms to finish changing.

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Tears blurred my vision as I tried to focus on the sidewalk. My bag was heavy against my hip and the street lights flickered in front on the ground. Why did I think anything would be different this time?

I saw headlights from a car pull up beside me. Rocky’s red jeep came into view and I kept walking.

“(Y/n)?” Tommy yelled.

I pulled my hair down over my face.

“(Y/n) please listen!”

“Why?” I snapped back.

“(Y/n) please get in the car so we can go home,” Tommy said.

I still kept walking. The car pulled ahead quickly before Tommy hopped out and stood in my path.

“(Y/n) please,” he said. I could tell he’d been crying because of the lift in his voice.

I looked up with puffy eyes only to be met with his own.

“You promised Tommy,” I sobbed.

“I know, I know,” he said as he pulled me into his arms, “I’m a terrible brother I know. Please get in the car and I’ll explain when we get home. It’s getting dark.”

I nodded and Kim opened the door for me to slide in between her and Adam. Kim grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on to the back of it to try and calm me down. I ended up falling asleep on Adam’s shoulder.

I felt Tommy pick me up and carry me into my room. He kissed my forehead and I fell asleep with my comfy clothes still on.

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The next morning Tommy was gone before I could corner him and question him about last night. I dressed in my casual outfit before trying to call Kimberly to see if maybe he was with her.

I decided to go to the juice bar to track him down. I took a shortcut through the park and put earbuds in and my walkman in my back pocket. I felt the air suddenly go cold and I whipped around to strange creatures popping up out of the ground.

I’d heard about the Puddies that will randomly attack but I had never seen them yet. Luckily Tommy made me learn a few moves from him just in case. I quickly began to try and fight them off but there seemed to be too many.

“(Y/n)!” I heard someone yell. I turned to see Tommy and his friends running towards me.

“Tommy! Help!”

They quickly made work of the puddies, me helping out when I could but leaving most of the work to them. Soon enough the puddies were gone but a monster appeared in front of us. What is it today?

“(Y/n) get behind us!” Tommy yelled.

“Do we really wanna do this in front of her?” Rocky said.

“Got no choice Rock, it’s morphin time!”

I stood in shock as I watched my brother and his friends morph into the power rangers.

“What!’ I yelled.

“(Y/n) get to safety!” Kimberly yelled.

I didn't wait around to see what happened next.

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I waited nervously at the juice bar for the rest of the afternoon. As soon as I saw Tommy walking in the door I tackled him in a hug.

“Omg what happened? I was so worried I didn’t know what was gonna happen to you guys please tell me you’re not hurt-”

Tommy cut off my ramble, “(Y/n), we’re fine. Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk about this.”

He led us out to his car. As the door closed behind me my mind started racing.

“So,” I started, “The reason why you’re always late is because you’re a power ranger?”

Tommy sighed, “Yes, for the majority of times at least.”

I nodded, still trying to process everything that just happened today.

“Are you mad?” Tommy asked nervously.

“Of course I’m a bit mad! You could get hurt!” I said.

Tommy nodded and laughed slightly, “Yeah yeah I know. I promise we stay as safe as possible and Zordon can heal us if we do get hurt.”

“Zordon?”

“It’s a long story. Wanna get ice cream?”

I scoffed but smiled at my brother, “Bribing me with ice cream now?”

“To make up for keeping that secret.”

“Hmmm… alright,” I smiled.

“Let’s go!” he said.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with ice cream and some well deserved quality time with my brother. I’d missed these days. And come the next show on Thursday, all the rangers gave me a giant bouquet of my favorite flowers. Tommy made sure he was in the front row seat.

#Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #mighty morphin power rangers imagine #power rangers imagine #tommy oliver #tommy oliver imagine #Carnation Creation

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blissfulalchemist · 4 years

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Heart Warming Wednesday

Okay so I was driving home last night and this scene came to me and I had to write it out. @risenlucifer here is a little something for your boy. Please enjoy.

The two versions of the song: Liz’s and Wes’

I’m nervous, my shaking hands tell me that much as I breathe like mom taught me. Trying to focus on the calling of my name, the last performance is finishing up. I’m regretting this decision already, I was never going to participate to begin with. Then he mentioned that he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday, given we always had before, I was appalled by this notion. I had planned on trying to make something for his birthday but an idea came to mind while I helped him tune up his old bike and I found myself signing up for this talent showcase, knowing he’d never say no to supporting me.

The group before me are bowing making their way off the stage, my head is starting to spin, I’m gonna throw up. For all the bravado I took from my dad this feels different and I’m scared. Scared I’m going to mess up, that he’ll hate it, that everyone is going to make fun of me for it later, that I didn’t wear the right clothes, that I-. The weight of my father’s hand on my shoulder grounds me, he’s smiling at me, cello in hand. “You got this mija,” he brings me into a quick hug, “He’s gonna love it. And I bet you five bucks we’ll find him crying later.” He kisses my forehead, “Just pretend you’re at Aunt Wren’s and focus on our family out there,” he points to audience and I can make out the faces of Wren, Wes, Rowan, Chance, mom, Danny, Jane, Randy, everyone in my parent’s group of friends. Some of my cousins have made it also but they’re scattered out sitting with their friends.

“Now welcome to the stage Lizette Estrada,” the school music teacher finally announces. My first step is hesitant as I make my way to the two chairs set up at the center of the bright stage. It blinds my eyes and I can no longer see the audience very well. I focus on the microphone, setting the old borrowed guitar down as I adjust it to the height that I need. I hear a few whispers from where they all sit as they watch my dad get himself set up with his cello. If I can’t see them then I can just pretend this is another practice session we’ve been having the past month.

My hands stop shaking so much as I meet my father’s dark brown eyes, he gives me a nod everything ready for his needs. I settle myself in the chair holding the guitar gently as I take one more deep breath. I clear my throat bringing my mouth closer to the mic, “Hi, uhm so,” I try to tune out the coughs mixing with the anticipation silence, “a little bit about this song before I start.” I smile glancing at dad who’s feigning hurt, “Before we start, sorry.” There’s a small laughter that ripples through some of the audience members, “Anyway, this song is dedicated to someone very special to me and my favorite person in the whole world...other than my parents.” I’m glad I wrote out what I planned to say as my heart is beating out of my chest, “According to my mom, when I was little he was watching me and Danny when my parents were out, and I apparently was having a hard time falling asleep. None of my parent’s tricks were working and so he does the last thing he can think of. He pulls out this guitar,” I pat the guitar resting on my thighs, “and starts playing. It must have been the only song he could remember that sounded soothing because mom told me they came home hearing him play it in my room twice before he realized they were watching him.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, my father and some of the audience members following suit. “The tune always stuck with me though. I am told that I used to bug him all the time to play it again and again and again,” talking about these little memories is becoming easier, my confidence rising as the audience is responding how I wanted, “Okay I still do sometimes, but he’d oblige if he could at the time.” The strings are strummed unconsciously, “So I guess now it’s my turn to play it for him. It’s a little different from how he would play it but I think that fits.” I get myself more settled into the seat, “Happy birthday Uncle Wes.” I hear the quietest of ‘Aww’s from mom and Aunt Wren.

I look to dad who’s asking if I’m okay. I nod and get my fingers in the right place waiting for him to start with the first note. The drone of the first note hits my ears as I mentally count out the beats before my fingers strum the first chord. The song is slower and a cover from an old musical of the same name. I inhale, “Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass. They slip away across the universe.” Dad and I have gone over this song more times than Wessy ever played it for me, but it had to be perfect, “Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind possessing and caressing me,” there’s a breath in between as I ready myself to hold the next words, “Jai Guru Deva, Om.”

I start the chorus and my confidence is growing as everything about this moment feels natural. I glance out to the audience as I sing, meeting everyone’s eyes saving Wes’ for last hoping to see his reaction. The lights are too bright but I see his hand over his mouth, the slightest sheen of tears, though it could be my eyes playing a trick on me. I’m starting to rock with the beat of the music as I start the second verse, “Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes. They call me on and on across the universe.” My voice flies out confident and just like how Tia Wren encouraged me. All those days by her piano begging her to play the notes all in an attempt to coax Wes into singing with me, “Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box. They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.”

The memories of being high, touching the sky from his shoulders, the way I used to boss him around to do things right, the infamous pancake fiasco, how I would talk and ramble for hours as he worked on his bike, the times he listened as I got older and I no longer fit in, the staple he is for my parents making sure he was the only dumb one in their little group. Everything that’s ever been shared between us rapidly crosses my mind as the final verse starts, “Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears.” The closeness of our family seeming to stem from his presence, “Inciting and inviting me,” the people and lives he’s made better because he was simply him, “Limitless, undying love which shines around me like a million suns,” witnessing the love he has for her, pure and simplistic but forever cosmic, “It calls me on and on across the universe.” This whole song is one moment in time but encases the whole of memories from everyone he’s ever touched, not just me.

I feel my throat start to close as we near the end of the song, I’m trying to not cry, cursing my mother for giving me the over emotional gene. How I manage to hold it back long enough to finish the song is a mystery but welcomed as I hear the start of the final notes. My father was the one to start the song and he’ll be the one to end it. “Jai Guru Deva,” I hold the last syllable a few seconds, the last droning note being played. The silence that follows holds us suspended in time as I see the proud faces of everyone that’s here in my life because of him. He’d never admit it but I know. I figured out how much of a common denominator he is in this group. He’s the one to connect the dots, completing the constellations I’ve grown up around, something I could never thank him enough for.

His hazel eyes are holding what I think is pride, maybe a little shock still from how much I dragged him into the public eye for the four minutes it took to finish the song. Life is in slow motion as I watch everyone start to stand, the sound of the first clap speeding everything back to normal as it hits my ears. I can feel my cheeks hurting from my smile as I’m made to stand for a bow. There are cheers that are louder than the others as I come back up from my bow. I hold my arm out to direct the attention on my father as he takes his own bow. The applause doesn’t stop until we both leave the stage, seeing the rest of them slip out the auditorium doors to meet us with smiles, hugs, and praise in the hallway.

Dad stops us before we leave the music room, “You did amazing out there,” his arms are tight as they wrap around me, “I always knew you were a blessing to us, but tonight you’re more than that. Especially to him.”

His words hit me, pride spreading through my chest, I have no choice but to bury my face into his shoulder. The tears soaking into his shirt, “Thank you,” I sniffle trying to stop myself from sobbing, “I love you dad.” I hear the smallest sound of some form of crying from him before he pulls away kissing my cheek.

He’s smiling holding my shoulders, eyes looking to the door that’s opened behind me, I’m turned to see Wes standing there, “I don’t want to intrude-.”

“Intrude away Wessy,” my arms open as he quickly steps into them. He lifts me a few inches from the ground, I��m handing the guitar over for dad to hold, “Happy birthday Wessy. Did you like your present?”

His tears are starting to fall, “I loved it. God I loved it.” My own tears are staining his shirt as we stand in crying silence. It’s a comforting feeling and I wish there was a better way to preserve this moment. The video mom took isn’t enough anymore to be a reminder of this moment, this night, it’s this hug. The love in the room that can never compare to any other kind because this love has been born years before I was ever a thought, before he ever thought he was worth something, before he finally found what he had always been searching for. No, there’s nothing like it for there’s no one else like him. He’s wiping his face when he finally pulls back, “Funny how this old guitar made it back to the beginning.” He takes it from my father looking it over.

I tilt my head, “What do you mean?”

His eyes are far away, “You didn’t tell her Raf?”

“I thought you did. Assumed that’s why she had it to begin with,” he shrugs, “I didn’t even know she had it until I got up to the stage lights.”

“Tell me what? I just thought it would make it more special because it was yours Wessy,” I’m inspecting the guitar trying to find any clues as to what they could be talking about.

He’s chuckling shaking his head, “It’s more than that,” he looks up to my dad’s face, “Your father picked it out. Gave it to me for my birthday.”

A small gasp escapes me as I cover my mouth, I should have had a pocket full of tissues. I’m looking between them, “Hurt when you left it behind,” my father responds as he places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Guess it became your anchor in the end.”

Wes sighs holding out the guitar to me, “Guess it’s found its home. Ain’t very good anyway.”

I shake my head wiping my tear stained face, “No Wessy,” everything is clicking into place, for me as I see their reflection in the glossy wood, “It doesn’t belong to me. It’s yours. Dad’s right, it was your anchor. It’s home and home is where the heart is.” I wrap my arms around him tightly.

“And you’re the heart, Wessy.”

#Please do not tag all the ocs in this other than the main three cause like they are all there even if not explicitly mentioned #Kate though I hope you know this isn't just about wes either. I feel that you are the same as him in that you're the heart #Thank you for being a part of my life kate I love you #lizette eden oc #deputy hwes #captain xwing #oh yeah guys save yourself the trouble you don't have to tag all the ships either

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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Lemon world

Warning: none :) fluffy and soft Van!!

Prompt: the reader is introverted and enjoys classical music and those calm stuffs while Van is extroverted and had a taste completely different from hers, and that they are trying hard to like each other taste?? @steveproblems

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People always were confused by our pairing. In all honesty so was I, Van was perfect in every way. He loved people and crowds and had a passion for a busy life and an energetic profession. However you, an introverted English teacher, with a love for the arts and the classics, were not. You had a soft spot for Mozart's Sonata in C and unfortunately Van ever since your long life friend Bob introduced you both.

You'd always tried to relate and enjoy his interests and you could tell he did too. That was why you were sat in your shared living room reading little women and listening to Miles Davis on vinyl to calm your nerves. The band were having a party at our apartment tonight and to say you were on edge was an understatement and a half.

"Baby, I'm gonna go get some more drinks, you comin?" Van asked me, walking up to where I was snuggled up stroking my cheek with his finger, relaxing me finally.

"sure" replying with a kiss to his hand. He could probably tell I was nervous for tonight, so he lifted me up walking me out of our flat. It was late afternoon, around rush hour so as we walked away from the roads into the park path I could finally hear myself think again. It was October so the air was chilled making you glad you had the trench coat Van had gifted you for you birthday.

"so, what can I do to make tonight easier for you" His hand squeezed mine a little tighter as he spoke and it made my heart ache a little. I couldn't help wish I was what he wanted.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, it's just nerves, honest." I tried to persuade him.

"hey, next week I'll take you to that gallery you wanted to see"

"you don't need to do that" I laughed half-heartedly, knowing full well he'd hate every second of it.

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The music was loud and the drink in my hand wasn't really strong enough to weaken my anxieties. I knew it wouldn't last forever so I swallowed it down, walking over to Bob hoping to have a conversation that may just calm me dow.

He was with Benji and a couple people a vaguely recognised from tours. I sat myself in the corner of the sofa next to Bob smiling when he acknowledged me. I'd met Van through Bob, being mates with him for years before the band, he was the only one who wasn't surprised that I fell for him.

"heya, your enjoying the party then" he teased resting an arm round my shoulders, calming me down like old times.

"you have no idea" before I knew the conversation was involving many people and I forgot my anxieties for a moment and joined in. It might've partially been due to my tipsy state, but mostly down to the fact their conversation including the subject of Van someone I'd never get tired of hearing about

It became apparent early on that we really were very different people, but then again sometimes we weren't. It was the way that behind closed doors he was so tender and careful not to hurt me, as if I was precious to him. And the feeling was reciprocated, we appreciated each others passions and although they were on slightly different scale he appreciated it none the less. Something I'd never found in a partner before.

He was always trying to take an interest in me and what I was doing even if I knew he wouldn't understand, or just wouldn't relate. His gentle ways and tender love made me addicted to him in every way and now far down in the relationship I even enjoy some of his music taste. It may not be Bach's sixth symphony, but I could indulge in the odd 'the kooks' track and was slightly partial to 'the national'.

On Sunday evenings he might even slip next to me and duet on the piano in our shared music room. And sometimes, listening in on him in the shower I'd occasionally hear him hum along to Debussy's 'clare de lune'. The fact was that we tried for each other and most of the time it paid off.

"y/n, are you ok?" Benji was knelt in front of me passing a drink into my hand rubbing my arm.

"sorry, wow I think I just spaced out there" I laughed off, it was a regular occurrence when I was drunk to became lovelorn over Van, even before I'd plucked up the courage to profess my undying love towards him.

Benji pulled me towards the middle of the room where people were dancing, twirling me around and dancing. Well that's what we'd have called it, but it was now where near strictly come dancing level, or even club standard in our state.

Vans mates where always very understanding, and after many tours with them, they knew how to calm me down. See I wasn't an uptight person, not snooty or even proud. It was always just hard to completely relax sometimes, especially with people I didn't know.

So me and Benji danced the night away, until Van found us half way through stealing me away from his grasp. Everything was dying down now, being two in the morning, most people had left. The people that did remain were either passed out on the floor or were awaiting a taxi.

The mix of alcohol and Vans arms wrapped around your waste in a slow dance made you calm. When you breathed his musty smell of cigarettes and alcohol it made you feel fuzzy inside and melt like butter.it made you glad he had a tight grasp of your body, holding you tight against his chest.

You were now slightly rethinking the whole party situation, see if there was no party you wouldn't be listening to Van hum along to lemon world in the middle of your kitchen.

"maybe parties aren't all that bad.." my head was securely nestled in his neck and I could feel his smile radiate through me as I mumbled I to him.

"that mean I don't have to go to that gallery" he laughed half heartedly, knowing it would wind me up, causing me to wack his chest. "Only jokin sweets, I couldn't of anything more exciting..."

I pulled away scowling firmly before he shocked me further "sexy, right, you looking at paintings.." he looked out into the distance behind me pulling a face in-between mocking and concentration as if he were trying to imagine it.

"your a dirty liar, and I hate you" I grumbled after snuggling back to his embrace, with which he let out a small laugh and squeezed me tighter.

"you love me really"

And I did.

"ugh, you wish"

A/n: I really hope this was ok, it took me a while to figure out how to do this and I still don't know if it did your request justice! Anyway hope it was enjoyable my lovelies xx Em

#van mccann x reader #van x reader #van mccann #vanfic #van #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #catfish

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wintersxsoul · 5 years

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You Saw Me (7)

Summary: You have the life you’d always dreamt of. The job of your dreams, the perfect boyfriend and the best group of friends. But what happens when that life is not enough and your soulmate is not who you thought it would be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: A bit of angst, a bit of fluff.

A/N: My lovely @all1e23 is the beta for this series so give her some love because she has to put up with my infinite bullshit because my brain was fried. A reblog and comment are always appreciated and what feeds my soul to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am. In order to be tagged, please send an ask, I won’t be counting comments/reblogs or pm, I am a mess and forget it so please do it!

A soulmate is someone you carry with you since the day you meet until the day you die. It can be a friend, a lover, a stranger or even your greatest enemy. A soulmate is someone who impacts your life in such a way that you are never the same again.

Bucky felt something click inside him as soon as he saw you, a strong feeling of familiarity and calmness washing over him. He knew what it meant the moment you looked at him smiling and extended your hand. In a split second, he realized that Natasha wasn’t his soulmate and instead, it was a total stranger in love with someone else. He glared at you, turned around and left the room. When Nat entered the room, she found her boyfriend sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around himself and clearly crying. She approached him and sat next to him, pressing her hand on his back, running it up and down his spine soothingly.

“Babe, what’s going on?” She asked, clearly concerned because she had never seen Bucky so upset since that time in high school when he got rejected for a piano play at the school’s auditorium.

“It’s her, Tash, it will never be you. It’s her.” Nat’s eyes widened at the statement letting a loud gasp, a deep sadness setting on her chest. Destiny had played with them all, making them think they could be that happy without consequences.

They both cried in silence, holding each other like their lives depended on it. This was the end, they both knew it.

Once you find your soulmate, all romantic feelings towards any different person are completely forgotten, so there’s only room for your soulmate. The date of the first meeting is etched into the skin, a strong reminder of the lifetime you have yet to spend together.

“What are we gonna do, Tash?” Bucky asked between sobs, his fear evident in his broken tone. Nat looked at him, a strong sadness lingering on her green eyes.

“We know how this works. You found her, so I have to let go of you. This won’t work and it will only be worse when you tell her.” Bucky started shaking his head, the reality of the situation hitting him.

He had tried to tell you, he had tried with all his heart, but when he saw you with Jake, he knew he had to spare the two of you the pain Nat and him were going through.

“I just saw his soul and he saw mine.” Those were Peggy’s words describing the feeling they both felt, so he thought that if he let you hate him, you wouldn’t see him. Everyone, even Jake, tried to talk some sense to him, encouraged him to talk to you, but after endless fights and tears, everyone just dropped the topic. And just like that, years went by, his feelings buried only allowing his fake hatred towards you, putting the blame of Nat and his break up on you, even though it was wrong and childish.

Bucky kicked his date, Dot, out of his apartment and started calling you. He had crossed a line he thought he would never cross, and he knew he would never forget himself for what he had said. He understood better than anyone what you were going through and denying you that help just to fuck was way too evil, even for him. Bucky rushed out of his apartment, dialing your number once more but to no avail. He sighed, knowing what would await when Tasha found out, but he pressed call anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, pal. I know it’s late but I...I fucked up with Y/n and I can’t contact her.” Bucky heard a sigh on the other end of the phone and he hit himself mentally for causing such a big drama just because he felt like being a massive jerk at 1 am. Bucky explained to Jake what had happened and after a long lecture directed straight to him, he discovered where you could be.

“If I do this, there’s no turning back, Jake.” He knew the warning would fall on deaf ears, but he needed to make sure his friend was okay with all of this.

“Buck, we’ve all been waiting for this moment since the day you saw her. I think it’s finally her time to see you.”

You were sitting on the swing, swaying slightly to the soothing and sad tones of your playlist. Song after song, you realized more and more things about your life. You weren’t happy working as a teacher, you stopped reading and writing just to dedicate your life to a job that just paid the bills. You had to fix a lot of things in your life, and you knew that moping around and pitying yourself wouldn't get you anywhere. The bone-wrenching cold air of the night made you shiver, but before you could even blink someone put a blanket around your shoulders, scaring the living shit out of you. You jumped off the swing with a loud shriek and turned to face whoever approached you in such a way.

“What the actual fuck?” Bucky was standing in front of you, his hands up in surrender and a genuine concerned expression. You glared at him but wrapped yourself with the blanket a bit more.

“We need to talk” Your eyebrows shot up incredulously and you repressed a snarky laugh. “Please, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me apologize. For everything.” You frowned but nodded, sitting down on the swing again, waiting for him to talk. Bucky sat on the swing next to yours, looking forward, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. You could sense something was off by the way Bucky carried himself. He even seemed...defeated.

“Why now?” You sounded pissed and you actually couldn’t care less. Yes, you had been as hateful as him, but you would never deny your help.

“Because I went too far. I said something I don’t even mean and because I’ve been where you are.” You tried to answer but he held his hand up, stopping you.

“We had a rough start because of me, because I saw you as a potential threat because they all talked about you so highly, I was scared of losing them…” You scoffed but when he looked at you with tears in his eyes, your expression softened. You’d been waiting for this moment since the day you’ve met, waiting to know why he despised you so much.

“And then Tash happened and I just couldn’t...I just couldn’t stand you.” Bucky tried to make sense, he tried to tell you as much of the truth as he could. He wasn’t ready to tell you and he really wanted to apologize to you because of the way he had acted, not because he was trying to make you fall in love with him miraculously. He couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to you. He felt terribly bad for hiding the truth and he knew you deserved to know, but he just couldn’t.

“What happened with Tash? You broke up with her, didn’t you?” The aggressiveness in your tone was evident, and Bucky knew they all let her believe it was him who ended it all. He shook his head.

“I..I think that’s...that’s something you should talk with Tash.” Bucky struggled to say the whole sentence without stuttering that much, covering his mouth to stop his crying. Amazing, Barnes. He rolled his eyes at himself.

You apologized, seeing that the reason why you hated him wasn’t even a plausible reason anymore. He extended his hand for you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. It took us almost nine years to get our shit together.” You smiled at him, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest. You frowned but ignored it, you had a long day and a much longer night.

“Nice to meet you too, darlin’. Finally we get to see each other for who we really are.” He smiled back at you, shaking your hand firmly.

“Two assholes?” You laughed and he joined you, nodding at you. Bucky felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the burden of this hateful and poisonous relationship finally gone. Everything with you felt natural and he hated himself for having missed all these years but he couldn’t do that to Jake nor to you. As him and Nat had learned, destiny always had its ways and sooner or later, something had to come between you and Jake.

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sanfl0werrr · 5 years

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the meaning of love

you felt weird, like really weird. the ride back home with jaemin was weird. the both of you barely spoke and he looked as if he was so done with everything. it felt as if he didn't want anything to do with you either.

i mean, he could have just rejected me, you thought, why go through all the trouble?

you decided to not think about it anymore. the run in with the dreamies were too weird, and it was probably the first and last time you will ever interact with them. at least you hoped it was.

just as you were about to leave the house, your mother called out to you, "i don't see wonwoo anymore. did you have a fight with him?"

you rolled your eyes, "no, i didn't. there's rumours that he's dating someone now. i don't know who's the lucky girl though."

"y/n doesn't need any man! she has me," your little brother ran to hug you, with his arms wide open.

"that's right, my little prince! i only need you," you kissed him on the cheek as you carried him up.

"what about me, princess?" your father coughed from behind the newspaper, "i'm practically the first man you love."

both you and your mother looked at each other and laughed, "well, someone's craving for some love."

"i'm going now. bye!" you shouted as you put your shoes on.

the rumours of wonwoo having a girlfriend was spreading like wildfire in school. no matter where you went; canteen, garden or even the toilet; you will keep hearing about it.

you sighed. your heart was hurting after all, and the fact that everyone was talking about it, made it worse. it was as if you were invisible, like you weren't the one who's been next to him all these while. everyone dismissed your existence now that wonwoo has a girlfriend.

break came, and when it was break, wonwoo would usually find you to eat together. ever since the rumour had spread, he no longer finds you anymore. so, you secluded yourself in the music room at the end of the hallway.

you entered the music room, finding solace in the silence as you sat down in front of the piano. wonwoo and you would usually hang in the music room from time to time, just catching up or even talking about random topics.

the music room was also one of the reasons why you fell for him. because when two people spend so much time together, they're bound to be alike. that was what happened to you and wonwoo, the both of you were inseparable.

remember when you told me you liked the colour green? you smiled to yourself, remember when you told me you wanted to write?

remember you told me you wouldn't leave me? your smiled faltered, remember you told me you loved me?

"it was probably as friends, though," you sighed.

"as friends? what is?" a voice boomed from behind you.

you jumped in shock, "oh god, make a noise! you nearly killed me!"

"you're exaggerating," you could sense the sarcasm in his tone.

you turned around to give the boy a piece of your mind, but you didn't expect it to be him, out of all people.

"jaemin?" you squealed.

"cat got your tongue?" he raised his brows.

before you could even say anything, the rest of the dreamies entered the room.

"y/n is here!" chenle shouted excitedly.

"luck is not on my side today," you huffed.

"what do you mean by that? we're the best you've got!" donghyuck snapped in fingers.

"i suddenly don't feel so good," you joked as you grabbed your unfinished lunch, trying to get away.

"she just called you thanos!" jisung laughed really hard, slapping mark's and jeno's arms.

"jisung!" both of them shouted in unison.

you were just about to escape the chaotic scene until someone closed the door shut from behind you.

"going somewhere?" jaemin voiced out.

you turned around, his tall figure hovering above you, "yes, i'm trying to get away."

"why!?" chenle questions you, very loud.

"i mean, aren't i intruding? seems like the music room is your hangout place," you shrugged.

"y/n... come sit with us. like chenle said yesterday, you're always welcome to hang with us," mark softens.

"why is mark so soft towards y/n? suspicious," donghyuck scratches his chin.

"yucks, i can't get used to mark being soft," jeno chides in.

"mark, i didn't know you had a crush on me," you cooed.

"oh god, y/n! stop teasing me so much. you always do that during our committee meetings!" he shrieked, "not here too, please."

you laughed, "i'll try."

the moment you looked up, your eyes made contact with jaemin's. you didn't realise how pretty he looked up close, almost too sinful to be that beautiful. you blushed momentarily and looked away, walking to take a seat to finish your lunch.

as you sat down, jaemin plopped next to you immediately after that. you looked around to see that there were a few other seats available, but didn't really heed much attention.

"so, y/n! do you like games?" renjun started the conversation.

"mobile games? not so. arcade games? hell yeah," you grew excited the moment you mentioned arcade.

jeno placed a hand on his heart, acting offended. you just laughed and stuck your tongue out as a joke.

"let's go to the arcade after school, then!" chenle suggested.

"that's very impromptu though," you widen your eyes.

"you don't like it?" renjun asked.

"hell no, i love it! let's go! i'm so excited!" you danced a little, out of excitement.

the rest of the dreamies laughed, except for jaemin. he tried stifling his smile, because he found you really cute and all he wanted was to squish your cheeks. not that you know anything though.

you were just fidgeting in class, and knowing that you're gonna go to the arcade right after that you couldn't control the excitement.

"ms y/n. i will have you know that my class hasn't ended yet," the teacher voiced out.

the bell rang right after that, signalling the end of class.

"well, it has now," you winked at the teacher.

you spranced out the door to get some of the things out of the locker that was needed for the weekend.

"arcade! let's get it," you whispered to yourself.

just as you closed your locker, someone called out to you. you turned around to see who it was and it was none other than, jeon wonwoo. right next to him was a girl, whom you assume to be his girlfriend.

"y/n!" wonwoo greeted you excitedly.

"oh, hey!" you forced a smiled.

"i know i've been missing in action a lot and i know you've probably heard the rumours and i'm super sorry for the late introduction!" he clasped his hands together, hoping you'd forgive him, "her name's aera, and she's my girlfriend!"

and those assumptions were correct.

"finally, jeon wonwoo! i've been dying to know who's the lucky girl!" you took his hands and jumped around gleefully, while your heart literally broke into a million pieces yet again.

"i wanted you to be the first one to know and i'm sorry for keeping this from you. you're my best friend," wonwoo smiled.

you're my best friend, he said.

"o-of course! you're my best friend too," you repeated to assure him but it somehow left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"let's catch up soon, y/n!" wonwoo waved goodbye.

looking at their silhoutte fading away, your tears threatened to fall any minute. i thought i told you to suck it up, you said to yourself again, suck it up!

he isn't worth any tears, you tried brainwashing yourself again, but the tears fell anyway.

you ran to the music room. you didn't care if anyone saw you or judged you, but you kept running. you just needed to be alone.

the moment you slammed the door open, you were face-to-face with 7 familiar faces.

"y/n?" chenle whispered.

"oh my god, what happened?" donghyuck tried to come closer.

you stepped back, shock evident on everyone's faces, including yours.

"i-i have to go, i'm sorry," you ran away.

"y/n!" you heard jaemin calling out to you.

you ran till you reach the one place with no memories of wonwoo and you together; dream book cafe.

with a heavy breathing, you tried to make yourself comfortable at the restricted section that was located at the end of the room. you hated that you cried easily, and the fact that you've fallen deeply in love with your best friend.

everyone said don't ever fall for your best friend, and you could see why now. there wasn't any guarantee that he/she will love you back. you only realised that now, which sucks.

"y/n?" a voice call out to you.

you immediately looked up and widen your eyes, "h-how did you know i was here?"

"i live around here remember? and you mentioned this cafe once before," jaemin sighed.

he came closer and sat right next to you, "wanna tell me what happened?"

"n-no," you stuttered.

"really?" he asked once again.

you hiccup, "n-no."

jaemin chuckled, "come here."

he placed his hand over you, making you lean onto his broad shoulder.

"are you comfortable?" he peered into your face, making sure that you're okay.

you nodded, "very comfortable, thanks to you."

jaemin chuckled once again, "so, do you wanna tell me why you were crying?"

you waited and contemplated for a little while, wondering if you should opened up to jaemin. i mean, he was actually the one who didn't talk to you, but also, what's the harm in letting him know.

you breathed in, wondering how to start, "um, well.. i like someone, and he turns out to be my best friend."

you looked at jaemin, and he was staring back at you, listening to every word you were saying.

"maybe it's more than just a like. maybe it's love, but i don't know. we've spent every day together and doing things together and that made me grown to like him so much, so the thought of us being together most of the time was never really weird. i thought maybe we had a chance together, until i saw his girlfriend."

you paused again, and you felt jaemin hugging you tighter.

"his girlfriend was so pretty and they really look compatible together. maybe, it was just me, being my delusional self, you know. wonwoo deserved way better and i can never match up to him, i would never. i was never meant to be loved by him but i wanted him to love me badly."

"you're fine the way you are, y/n. my words probably won't be of any comfort but, believe me when i say you deserve just as much love as wonwoo. maybe even more. the love you give to people is the love you're definitely gonna get back. wonwoo's girlfriend is pretty, you say? i think you're even more stunning and charming than anyone i've met."

you didn't dare to look up to meet his eyes. you didn't want him to see you've became a mess, a blushing mess. it wasn't even a confession, you know it, but it drove you mad, a wreck.

from then on, you knew things will never be the same.

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagines #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct mark #nct haechan #nct renjun #nct chenle #nct jisung #na jaemin #jaemin scenario

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missjanjie · 5 years

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Branjie Fic | Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer (7/?)

Title: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer Summary: Brooke Lynn is a graduate student anxiously embracing her new position as her favorite dance professors’ new TA. Vanessa is a sophomore dance major who just might make her way into being more than the teacher(assistant)’s pet. (lesbian/university AU) Word Count: ~2.9k (this chapter)/~18.9k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Vanessa ‘Vanjie’ Mateo/Brooke Lynn Hytes) Rating: E

Read on AO3 | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch.5 | Ch. 6

After going back and forth about it over the weekend, Brooke Lynn decided she would attempt to go to class on Monday. She went through all the steps; shower, dress, eat quickly, she had made it all the way to the visual arts building before she panicked. The second she caught sight of Vanessa, all resolve went out the window and she ducked into the first room available.

The room she ended up in turned out to be the auditorium. There were various people milling about, but most occupants were on the stage, rehearsing for the winter musical – RENT. No one particularly minded, or even noticed, Brooke’s presence, allowing her to quietly find a spot to sit and watch. She had never been much of a musical theatre person, but she appreciated the soundtrack and found herself aimlessly humming along to the song they were performing.

“Brooke Lynn? Is that you?” a girl had spotted her from the front of the auditorium and had gotten all the way to the seat next to her without being noticed. “What brings you over here?”

Brooke looked over and winced. The girl’s name was Donna, a senior who she’d had a fling with the year prior, who had pushed for them to start dating and was promptly ghosted. Frankly, Brooke was surprised Donna seemed happy to see her. “Oh, I just…didn’t feel like making it to class today. I’m Katya’s TA now, she’ll understand,” she was talking at her more than to her, the last thing she needed was Donna trying to weasel her way back into the picture too.

“So, the rumors are true? You hooked up with one of her students?” Donna sat cross-legged and sideways on the chair and looked at her curiously. “Is that why you’re here? Did things go bad?”

Abruptly, Brooke got up and grabbed her bag. “I don’t need this right now,” she muttered and briskly walked out and went right back to her apartment. She should have just stayed in bed, she thought.

But on her way back, she was stopped by yet another girl she recognized. This time it was Vanessa’s roommate, whose name was embarrassingly lost on her in that moment. She stopped her on the sidewalk and pulled her to the side. “Listen, it’s really none of my business, but you need to consider forgiving Vanessa. Not for her sake, for mine. She doesn’t shut up about you, even in her sleep,” and the roommate even sounded exhausted.

“You’re right, it is none of your business. Get some earplugs,” Brooke huffed and walked past her, praying she could finally get back to her apartment in peace, but even her own subconscious kept playing showtunes on repeat.

‘Take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silhouette…no day but today…’

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“She wasn’t in class today. What if she skipped town?” Vanessa was pacing back and forth in her dorm while a beleaguered A’keria sat on her bed, subjected to another round of her friend going on about Brooke Lynn.

“You think she skipped town cause she’s mad at you?” A’keria stared at her incredulously. “Are you even listening to yourself right now? She probably just stayed at home or whatever,” she pointed out, looking up at the sound of a knock at the door. “Please, lord, let that be Brooke Lynn,” she muttered putting her hands together as if in prayer.It was not, it was Blair. “Hey guys,” she turned to Vanessa, “Okay, latest Brooke Lynn update is that my friend, Donna, saw her in the auditorium earlier and she said that she seemed sad and frustrated,” she recalled.

“Fuck, what do I do about this?” Vanessa groaned, plopping herself down on the floor. “What if she meant it? What if she does love me, but I ruined it by being an asshole?” she rests her head against the wall. “I need to do something, just being sorry isn’t gonna cut it anymore.”

“Oh! Big romantic gesture! I love these, I bet we could think of something,” Blair bounced on her heels cheerfully. “Well…you don’t sing or play piano, so that eliminates like, half of my ideas…but we’ll still think of something!” she assured. “What about a flash mob?”

Vanessa shook her head. “That’s too over the top, Brooke Lynn wouldn’t go for something that extra,” she explained. “I wanna do something, but she’s not gonna be happy if it’s somewhere crowded. She hates people seeing her emotions,” she sunk down to sit on the floor and groaned. “Fuck, y’all, I’ve never fucked up like this before.”

“Personally, I think both of you are way too worked up about this. Just jump the redheaded bitch and call it a day,” A’keria remarked.

“You know Brooke would be all ‘beating her up won’t solve anything’,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, though that might not stop her at this point. As mad at herself as she was, she felt like Lily needed to take some of the blame, it would make her feel better, that was for sure.

But then she was pulled from her train of thought when an alarm went off on her phone. “I gotta go to class, but we ain’t done brainstorming,” she said as she got up, the three of them leaving the dorm and going their separate ways.

Vanessa knew things were bad when she was actually relieved to be in class, and this one was actually sort of fun. It was the one she sat next to Yvie in, and they had come to appreciate each other’s company and chat candidly when they could. “Can I ask you something?” she asked when her classmate sat down.

“Go for it,” Yvie propped her elbow up on the desk and rest her chin on the palm of her hand.

“Let’s say you did something that really pissed off someone you care about and they don’t want to talk to you. What sort of, like…big gesture would you do to let them know how sorry you are?” One thing Vanessa was able to count on Yvie for was her honesty. While her friends did more to try to spare her feelings, sometimes it was necessary to have an outside perspective.

Yvie tilted her head and strummed her fingers against the desk. “Well, if just talking is out of the question, you still have to work on their terms. Maybe ask someone close to them and see what they suggest. Just don’t do something stupid and extra, like a flash mob,” she told her.

Vanessa pursed her lips as she listened, quickly concluding that Yvie was right. She didn’t know too many people in Brooke Lynn’s life, having gathered that most of her family remained in Canada. But she knew there was one person that would be able to help her.

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“I have been waiting for this moment for so long,” Katya grinned, sitting upright in her office chair and leaning forward.

“I feel like that’s a conversation for another day,” Vanessa remarked. “Anyway, what do I do? It’s been like, three days and I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

Katya was still giddy but took on a more pensive expression. She was silent for a few moments, then suddenly brightened right back up. “The student radio show!” she looked around until she found the flyer about it. “Brooke did it during her undergrad, so she’s still sentimental about it. She listens to it every week, Tuesday evenings. Go ask them to play a song and give them a message to read. Like that episode of Friends except it works because you’re not a heterosexual douchebag.”

Vanessa nodded, taking the flyer. “I knew you’d come through,” she beamed. “Thanks!” she waved and left. She went straight back to her dorm and opened her laptop and notebook. She needed the perfect song, and the perfect note to go with it. With a google search of ‘best love songs to apologize with’ open and a clean page of paper ready to go, she cracked her knuckles and got to work.

By one in the morning Vanessa had moved on to a second notebook and had finally believed she had captured her feelings into the best of her abilities. And the song? Well, she couldn’t have picked a better one. The lyrics fit so well; it was as if it was written for her to play for Brooke Lynn. She only hoped she would feel the same way.

Early the next morning, Vanessa made her way into the building where the radio show was done. It was foggy and dark, foreshadowing rain, and she only hoped that didn’t reflect the outcome of her plan. While she found the building easily, she did get a little lost finding the actual recording room. After about ten minutes of confusion and wandering, she found just where she needed to be.

As luck would have it, the room was occupied with students that worked on the show, and luckier still, one of the students was Yvie, so Vanessa ran right towards her. “Yvie, I took your advice and now I need your help again to follow through,” she went over and sat at the other side of the desk. “I talked to someone close to the person and—”

“You can just say Brooke Lynn, you know,” Yvie cut her off, “Everyone’s like, aware that something’s happening. It’s an open secret, like Rock Hudson.”

“Who that?”

Vanessa rifled through her bag until she pulled out a sheet of paper. There were several lines that had been crossed out and rewritten, but the bottom half of the page contained a coherent note. “I need you to read this note and play that song tomorrow during your show. Don’t proofread it or nothing, she’s gotta know this came from me,” she was fidgeting with her hands and shifting around in her seat. This could be her only chance at winning Brooke Lynn over.

“For what it’s worth, I’m rooting for you guys. I have no idea why, I just feel like this needs to work out,” Yvie remarked offhandedly.

“Thanks, I think.”

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Tuesdays were relatively decent days for Brooke Lynn. She got to be a student instead of a teacher in class and was home in time to cook herself an actual meal for dinner, this time without nearly killing herself or setting anything on fire. It was a nice way to distract herself from her stresses and woes. Especially since, on top of everything else, it had been drearily raining from the moment she woke up.

At this point, she had moved on from her initial fury towards Vanessa, but she was still angry, still hurt. But above anything else she was embarrassed. She was embarrassed that she had let herself fall so easily, that she had gotten sucked in by – quoting the song that had been stuck in her head – brown eyes, a pretty smile, and silhouette. Incidentally, she doubted she would ever be able to listen to the RENT soundtrack again.

But still, she knew better. She didn’t even date and all of the sudden she was vulnerable and lovesick towards someone that would flirt with a girl dressed like a CW character just to make her jealous. Suffice it to say, the past couple months have been a rollercoaster.

“Time for the one consistent staple in my life,” Brooke murmured to herself, sitting down with her dinner at the table and her phone hooked up to a Bluetooth speaker. She checked the time – two minutes to six – the radio show was about to start.

The introduction went as it usually did, and Brooke Lynn was tuning in and out as she ate. That was until the first song ended and the announcer said something that captured her attention.

“This next song was requested by my fellow dance major, Vanessa Mateo, aka Vanjie,” Brooke’s heart skipped a beat and her fork dropped on to her plate. She quickly made the volume louder and listened intently.

“Vanjie wrote a note that she asked me to read: ‘I won’t say your name ‘cause I know you get paranoid when it comes to you and me. But I need you to know how fucking sorry I am that I hurt you. It was stupid and not worth making you that upset. And I know sometimes ‘sorry’ isn’t enough, but it’d mean a lot if you gave me one more chance. If you will, you know where to find me’,” Yvie read. “Aww, that was sweet, wasn’t it? And with that, from Vanjie to ‘you know who you are’, this is Songbird by Fleetwood Mac.”

If Brooke hadn’t already been close to tears from Vanessa’s note, the song would have done the trick. Within the first few lines the dam broke and tears streamed down her cheeks. By the time the chorus hit, she was reduced to sobs.

“And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.”

When the song ended, there was no doubt in Brooke’s mind as to what she had to do. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and get herself together. And with that, her coat and shoes were on and she was out the door.

Vanessa had said in her note that Brooke would know where to find her, and apparently that had rung true, because the next thing she knew, she was running into the dance studio with a certainty that must have come from somewhere other than her conscious brain. It didn’t matter that she was soaked and shivering, she knew that this was where she needed to be.

The Vanessa that stood in the dance studio was one that Brooke had never seen before. She looked meek, hesitant, curling into herself. This was Vanessa without the confidence and attitude she brandished like weapons. She looked terrified, and her red, watery eyes made it clear that she had been crying too. Her bottom lip quivered as she looked up at her. “You showed up.”

Brooke wordlessly ran across the room to Vanessa, grabbing her head and kissing her fiercely. When she pulled away, she picked her up and hugged her tight and damn it, tears were slipping out again. “How dare you turn me into a hopeless romantic?” she laughed through the tears before eventually setting her down. “You have me wrapped around your pretty little finger, it’s just not fair.”

Vanessa was tearing up again too, which admittedly made Brooke feel a little better about her own inability to keep her feelings under control. She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her sweater and smiled up at her. “I won’t take that for granted no more. No more foolishness neither. So, we’re giving us another shot?” she asked because, despite everything that’d just happened, she needed the verbal confirmation.

“Yes. We may not be able to pick up right where we left off, but I can’t picture myself with anyone but you,” Brooke confessed. They would have to try a little harder, having undone some of the trust they’d built. But she had faith in Vanessa, and faith in their relationship. She took a half step back to take off her coat. “Can we sit? That took a lot out of me,” she admitted and sat with her back against the wall.

Vanessa sat in Brooke’s lap, a space she fit perfectly in. She combed her fingers through her damp, blonde hair and kissed her forehead. “Y’know, you’ve changed me too. Got me being responsible, taking care of myself. I used to think that shit was boring, but it feels healthy and good.”

Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at that. “I’m glad I coerced you into self-care,” she teased. She rubbed her hand up and down Vanessa’s back and kissed lightly along her jaw. “You know what we haven’t done yet? Gone on an actual date. Let’s do something fun this weekend, just you and me, maybe venture outside the city…”

“Shit, if I didn’t think we’d get caught, I’d show you how good of an idea I think that is,” Vanessa winked playfully as she leaned up and kissed her.

Brooke laughed and kissed back languidly. “Baby, I don’t have the energy for that right now anyway. What I’m gonna do is bring you back to my apartment, make you try what I made for dinner, then we’re gonna watch some shitty movies until we fall asleep.”

Vanessa smiled and let Brooke pick her up. As they went outside, they realized the rain had cleared and left them with a calm night – or as calm as a night in New York City could be. “It’s a sign,” she joked.

But sometimes the universe was funny like that, whether it was a change in the weather or hearing the right song, sometimes life brings you exactly where you need to be. And hopefully, it put Brooke Lynn and Vanessa on the path to rebuilding their relationship.

#branjie #branjie fic #branjie fanfic #branjie fanfiction #rpdr rpf

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sasuhinasno1fan · 6 years

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Strung up for you- Klance Month Movie Week

So, I was trying to think of what I could do for movies because I have a habit of making movies I watch as I watch them into AUs. I think it sometimes helps me remember who everyone is. Anyway, I couldn’t come up with a ton when I remembered this movie. I don’t know how many people remember watching High Strung on Netflix. I think it was recently taken down from their list because it was up there the last time I was on trying to finish Queer Eye. It’s such a good movie, you can find it online or you can buy it on like iTunes or YouTube. I would so love to write a dance fic, but I can’t write dance so no hopes there, but I do hope I do this justice. A few of the scenes are directly from the movie just a heads up.

Keith let his head fall repeatedly on the breakfast bar in Hunk, Shiro and Matt’s apartment. It was the day after the disaster of the charity event. While the Lions thought his little violin battle with James had been pretty cool and a chance they had used to show off their dance skills, he knew he embarrassed Lance. It had been partly out of jealousy of Lance being at the event with James and another part of wanting to show James that his fancy-smancy way of playing wasn’t the only way to go. Point was, he almost got into a fight, upset Lance and had to make the Lions run from their pay check when security came running in to find out what was going on.

What should have been his head landing on the countertop was stopped by his head landing on what felt like a dish towel. He looked up to see Hunk looking at his forehead before nodding

“No bruise. That’s good. Let’s not give you any reasons for Lance to think you got into a fight.”

“Huh?” what was Hunk talking about?

“You’ve been in a mood since last night and I know it’s because of Lance. You want to apologize to him, don’t you?” Hunk asked

“Of course I do, but I don’t think he wants to talk to me.” This time he put his arms up on the counter and hid his face in them.

“Come on, fierce violin street player scared to talk to his crush? What you did last night took guts.” Matt said, walking over from where he and Shiro had been playing chess

“One, my violin was stolen remember? And two, what I did last night was incredibly stupid and Lance has to hate me.” Keith muttered from his nest.

“Keith, if you go and ask Lance to forgive you and invite him to dinner, I will cook your whole meal for you.” Hunk said

Keith pulled his face out a bit. “really?”

“Invite him over to show him how sorry you are. If he’s anything like you said, he’ll give you a chance. Something tells me he’s a good judge of character.” Shiro called from his spot

“Besides, no one’s ever looked down on begging.” Matt said

Keith ignored him. Lance had been nothing but nice to him, when they first met at the train station during that dance battle between the two dance groups which lead to his violin getting stolen, Lance went with him to every nearby pawn shop to try and find it. Then he brought over a loaner violin from his school with the prospect of a trying to win a competition that could get him a student VISA, so he wouldn’t be sent back to Korea if authorities got him. He had a habit of making an ass of himself in front of Lance and seeing Lance last night, but on the arm of that asshole, it was like a breaking point. He wanted Lance’s attention on him, but he had gone about it all wrong which left him in the mess he was facing now.

But they were right, he needed to go apologize. He agreed to Hunk’s plan, reminding him not to start doing anything until he knew he could gain Lance’ forgiveness. With the address of the school from the pamphlet of the contest, Keith took the train to the school. He had been able to find a student when thankfully knew Lance and let him know where he was. As he walked to the dance studio Lance was supposed to be in, a small wave of ballet students came towards him, not paying attention to him or only just glancing at him. He guessed they got out of class. He didn’t see Lance and hoped he didn’t go in a completely different direction when he heard the piano. Keith knew the music was from a ballet, but he couldn’t place what it was. He approached the dance studio it was coming from and looked through the window. It was Lance.

There was another woman, the teacher Keith guessed, in there with him, telling him to extend and what counting out. As Keith watched Lance glide across the floor effortlessly, everything else faded away. He couldn’t hear the teacher anymore and the music being played was replaced with something else, something that spoke to how Lance moved. It soon ended as Lance finished his piece and the poised dancer became a tired student as the teacher applauded him.

“That was very good and when you do it again, it’ll be even better because you would of beat another hurdle. As dancers we have to beat those obstacles with every dance we do, but we do not try and drain ourselves in the process. Next time, you’ll be a bit closer to perfect. Great job today Lance.”

“Thank you Romelle.” Lance thanked, seeming to have his breath again.

Romelle passed him on her way out and gave a good look as she nodded hello. Keith wondered if she knew he’d been watching. He walked into the room, where Lance was pulling off his shoes and pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“Hi.” Keith greeted.

“Keith? Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Well I’ve made a bit of an ass of myself for like the third time, so instead of apologizing again, I wanted to ask a favour.” Keith said, coming over and sitting on the bench Lance had his stuff near.

Lance scoffed. “you’re kidding right?”

“No. I wanted to take you up on your offer of that loaner violin, so I can enter the competition.”

“To be honest, I don’t think you have the discipline to even do that. That stunt you pulled with James kinda showed it.”

Ouch, but Keith deserved that. “I know, and he proved he won that one. But let me prove it to you, please?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even get an apology.” Lance said

“Because I’ve kinda showed that words aren’t really showing how sorry I am if I’m doing the same thing two seconds later. Let me make it up to you with dinner, please?” Keith asked, on the edge of wanting to beg but he wouldn’t guilty Lance into it. He wanted Lance to come so he could show him how sorry he was.

He could see Lance was getting interested. “do I have to change?” Lance asked as he pulled on a white cropped hoodie.

Keith smiled. “I will take you any way I can get you.” He said truthfully. “8 at my place?” that smile, that one that started this whole crush came to Lance’s face as he nodded. “ok, I’ll see you then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

As he left, he passed a short girl in a leotard and green throw over, who greeted him as she walked over to Lance.

“Is that Keith?” he heard. It was silent, Keith guessing Lance was nodding, “definitely sexy fierce. Any chance you gonna tell me why he was here?”

“He invited me to dinner.” The last thing he heard was squealing before he was out of earshot, but that still didn’t stop the smile from coming to his face.

He needed to get a few things, so he called Hunk to get started on the dinner.

“I told you it would go well. I am going to cook you two such a feast.” Hunk said, sounding like he was rummaging through his fridge.

“I hope your planning on cooking for us too!” he heard Matt yell

“Order out! I’ve got an apology dinner to make!”

Keith couldn’t help but laugh at his friends. He was lucky to have them. He just hoped he was lucky enough to get Lance’s forgiveness.

After letting Pidge help him choose his outfit again – seeing how she was going out almost every night, he knew he could trust her to dress him right – Lance caught a taxi to Keith’s apartment. Last time he’d been here, he had come to offer the loaner violin and a way to get Keith to legally stay in the country, but Keith rejected the offer and Lance was sure he’d never see him again. Then there he was working as a waiter with his friends at the charity event. He wanted things to be different this time, where it didn’t end with them mad at each other. When Keith wasn’t trying to push Lance away or acting like a bit of an idiot, he was really amazing. He remembered hearing him play his first day in New York. It had only been a few minutes, but it was amazing to listen to. He could be better than James, and Lance was sure he’d be way more modest about it. And to be honest, while Lance felt a bit uncomfortable with James, he felt perfectly right with Keith.

Yeah, Lance was not above admitting he liked Keith, like a lot.

He walked into the building and started up the steps. It was dark and Lance was nervous about tripping with the violin case in his hand when he started to see a warm light. As he walked up further getting closer to Keith’s apartment, he saw the light was from a path of candles that lead all the way up to Keith’s apartment. The soft glow of the candles reflected off the rose petals that were scattered on the floor. Lance was seeing himself forgiving Keith really easily. No one had ever done this much to get an apology out of him. He finally reached the door of Keith’s apartment and decided to take the chance and see if it was open. It was, and he was greeted with the view of Keith’s apartment, candles on almost every flat surface, bunches of red and pink roses joining them. Keith was at his dining room table, inserting two roses into the large bouquet sitting on the table.

“Hi.” Keith greeted after he threw the plastic the roses had to of been wrapped in.

“Hey. So, is this my apology?” Lance asked, looking around the room.

“Yes.” Keith answered, looking slightly nervous.

“It’s working.” Lance reassured. The two shared a smile when Lance remembered what he held. “oh, right. Um, one loaner violin from the Garrison Performing Arts School.” Lance said handing over the case

“Thank you.” Keith said taking the case gently from Lance

Without the violin in his hand, Lance’s eyes started to wonder, so he wouldn’t be stuck staring at Keith. “Did you cook?” Lance asked seeing the tastefully decorated plates.

“Uh no. my friend Hunk did. I don’t remember if you remember seeing him last night. He had his hair pulled up with a yellow ribbon.” Keith explained. Lance nodded remembering who Keith was talking about. “thank you for coming tonight.” Keith thanked

Giving Keith a smile, Lance said, “your welcome.”

“I saw you dance for the first time today.” Keith said, remembering Lance’s effortless movements. Lance looked embarrassed however, so Keith continued. “I never knew dance could be so beautiful.”

“Thank you. I have this issue of letting go and not focusing on being perfect. You however seem to be able to let go really easily.”

“most of the time I don’t have someone to pull me back, but I think things might be a bit different now.” Keith said. “you’re extremely generous.”

“I know.” Lance said moving closer to Keith as he opened the violin case

“I just had this crazy idea.” Keith started, “there’s this dance competition happening, and I need a dancer. Will you compete with me?”

“Of course I will.” Lance said, not even second guessing himself. Keith had earned his forgiveness.

“Perfect. Shall I give it a go?” Keith asked, pulling the bow out and opening the small compartment for the rosin.

Lance nodded. He wanted to hear more of Keith playing, even if it was just for him. He watched Keith rosin the bow and then pull out the violin and rest it on his shoulder. Lance watched as Keith drew the bow across the strings, creating the most beautiful melody. Lance was sure it was listening to music the first time was the reason he was so enamoured with Keith.

“That was beautiful.” Lance said when Keith finished.

Setting the violin down, Keith turned to Lance, moving even closer to him. “I like playing for you.”

Lance let Keith move closer and kiss him. Lance kissed a few people in his life, but this kiss with Keith, it was like the world had stopped but they never stopped spinning. As they separated, Keith asking with his eyes if it was ok, Lance put his arms around Keith’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. He felt Keith’s hand resting on his waist and the other thread through his hair. The spinning wouldn’t stop and Lance never wanted it to.

Lance sat in one of the lounges at school, the smile yet to leave his face. Keith had pushed just a bit further and left Lance with a few marks on his neck to remember him by, not like Lance could forget him if he tried. Lance never wanted to stop kissing Keith, though getting to know him once they finally pulled apart to eat their almost cold meal. Hunk really was an amazing cook, though judging from the text he got from Keith that morning, didn’t enjoy hearing that kisses took priority over his food, even though Keith said he reminded Hunk that the kisses were a good thing.

He was cleaning the blisters he gained from contemporary class that morning, hoping that it wouldn’t get worse when he had ballet. If it was pas de dux day today, he’d be in luck.

“You look way too happy to be putting Band-Aids on the blisters.” Pidge said as she came over, her face mostly hidden with her large sunglasses.

“Hey, you came in late. I thought I’d be late, but you never showed up at class. I had to cover for you in class.” Lance said, dropping a packaging on the table he had claimed as he workspace

“I got a late start. So, you gonna tell me how the dinner went?” Pidge practically begged, sitting at the edge of the chair where Lance had his foot propped up

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Lance said

“Uh huh. Though those hickies of yours do a lot of talking for me.” Pidge said, staring at the marks on Lance’s skin. “but fine, if you won’t tell me anything, I’m going to go get coffee.”

Lance started cleaning up as Pidge left when his phone started to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi. I hope you’re not about to head to class.” Keith said, loud hip hop music in the background

“No, still have time. I had to perform surgery on my feet though because of all the blisters. Where are you?”

“At Shiro, Hunk and Matt’s apartment. They live in the apartment under me. They wanted details on how the date went.”

“Maybe I can come over after classes and we can tell them all the dirty details.” Lance suggested

“I’d like to introduce them to the guy who’s been in my mind constantly running in my mind. Besides they wanted see us tango again.”

“Well I’ve got an amazing dance partner, so tell them I’ll be honoured to dance for them.”

“Great, now that’s out of the way, any chance I can keep my favourite dancer on the phone for longer?” Keith asked, making Lance smile as he pulled his Uggs on and holding his phone between his shoulder and ear.

“It’ll take a lot to pull me away from you.”

#klancemonth2018 #klance #dancer lance #violinist keith #movie week #high strung au

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rainyrowan · 5 years

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New Year’s Day

Summary: With Cory and Topanga celebrating the New Years with Feeny, and Auggie spending the night at Ava's, a lonely Riley Matthews invites her boyfriend, Lucas Friar, over for the night to celebrate with her!

- ONE SHOT -

December 31st. 6:00pm. 2017.

Riley Matthews, now a sophomore, spends her first ever New Years celebration by herself. Her parents, Cory and Topanga were invited to spend the event in Philly with their teacher of 16 years, Mr. George Feeny. It was a tough decision to make for the couple, but Riley thought that they really deserve this trip and eventually convinced them that she was responsible enough to take care of their home, without throwing some sort of wild party behind their backs. She’s not that kind of person anyways. “Behaving is fun,” she had once said.

Auggie, on the other hand, is spending the night with his so called “wife and in-laws.” It bummed Riley out that she would be alone, but Auggie was genuinely excited and was definitely looking forward to it.

She almost calls up her friends, but then remembers that they’re off somewhere celebrating with their families, even Maya, who happens to be spending her first New Years celebration with a complete household.

She thinks for a moment, grabs her phone anyways and rings her boyfriend.

“Riley? What’s up?”

“Lucas, hi! You guys in Texas yet?”

Lucas and his family planned on flying down to Texas to visit his old Pappy Joe, so that they could celebrate together.

He lets out a sigh into his phone. “No. An emergency came up at work, so Mom had to leave and have that taken care of. Dad left this morning to God knows where. He said he’d be back by 12, but he’s still hasn’t come home… So basically all our plans for New Years Eve have been blown off.”

Irritation takes over Riley. She despises Lucas’s father. She doesn’t hate him. She just ends up being disappointed in him over and over again. He leaves, and we all know it’s never to work. He comes back home around 4 in the morning practically everyday. He’s constantly fighting with his wife, who is basically the only one keeping their household going, in terms of finance and whatnot. Riley knows that if Lucas could get a job, he’d apply in a heartbeat. His mother refuses it, though. She always told him to focus on his studies.

“I’m so sorry to hear that…” Riley whispers.

“Me too.”

“Say, why don’t you celebrate with me? I mean, my parents are out on a weekend couples trip and Auggie is with Ava… You can come in and spend the night if you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Thanks, Riley.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just killing two birds with one stone!”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Can’t wait.”

And with that, they both ended the call.

Riley always loved having her boyfriend around, so she is certain that this’ll probably be one of the best New Year celebrations she’ll ever have.

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It took Lucas a little longer than expected to arrive, judging by the fact that his building isn’t so far away from the Matthews’. But when Lucas shows up at the other side of the bay window, Riley smiles at him just as she would if he’d come earlier or on time or ever, really.

She lets him in, giving room for him to crawl inside.

“Hey, you.” He says with a grin.

“Hi, yourself!” She wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss. When she pulls away, she looks down at Lucas’s duffle bag. “You stayin’ the night?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“When has it not been?” she giggles. Lucas stares at her. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he mutters. “I’m just glad that I’m spending tonight with you.”

“Aw, Lucas!” She gives him a quick kiss.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

“Pizza guy. He’s spending tonight with us as well!” Riley jokes as Lucas laughs sarcastically.

Riley leaves the room to fetch their pizza, with Lucas trailing behind her. Once the pizza guy leaves, they both plop down on the couch.

“Finally… I’m starving!” she exclaims, opening the box. As they’re eating their food, they discuss their plans for the evening.

“We should go up to the roof to watch the fireworks.” Lucas suggests.

“Ooh, great idea! But until then?”

“Well,” he scoots closer to her. “We enjoy each other’s company.”

“That shouldn’t be an issue for us.” Riley smiles.

“Never has been.”

From then on, Riley and Lucas did everything they could possibly do to kill time. They played board games, watched cat videos (under Riley’s request, of course), and they talked. A lot. They were always into those deep, meaningful conversations. They were great at those. Later on, Lucas proposes watching a scary film.

“No.”

“C’mon, Riley.”

“Lucas, I'm not planning on having any nightmares tonight!”

“Hey, we spent about a good two hours watching cat videos.”

“Ugh, fine.” Then a smirk appears on her face and her tone changes as she starts to speak. “I get scared at scary movies. You’ll protect me though, won’t you Lucas?” She does a little pose and blinks ferociously. Lucas laughs at her Missy Bradford impersonation.

“No thanks, Missy. It’s Riley who I’m protecting tonight.”

“Aww.” She says losing Missy’s voice. She rests her head on his shoulder, both reclining into the couch. “In that case, what are we watching?”

Took them awhile to find a movie, but they finally agreed on The Conjuring. Before the movie starts, Riley goes into her room to fetch a blanket. Then, she snuggles next to Lucas.

Halfway into the film, Riley’s beyond frightened to the point where she begged for a break from it.

“Lucas! Turn it off, turn it off!” She cries, hiding underneath the blanket.

He immediately does so. “Are you okay?!”

She uncovers herself and sighs. “How do you endure these? Especially when seeing them with Zay or Maya!”

He chuckles. “Well, to be honest, I do get quite frightened. But then, I remind myself that it’s not real. And now I’m reminding you… It’s not real, Riley.”

“I guess so. But I am still scarred, and that’s all thanks to you.” She jokes. “Hey, wait. What time is it?”

Lucas pulls out his phone. “10:58. We should get dressed.”

“Oh, we’re getting dressed?” Riley asks in confusion.

“Well, we’re not starting the new year looking like this, are we now?” Riley looks down at herself. She’s in her red John Q. Adams shirt, that still surprisingly fits, and sweats. Lucas has on a lousy sweater and a pair of plain old jeans, but he still manages to look dashing as ever.

“I guess not.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go get changed in the bathroom.”

“Umm, okay?” And with that, he gets up and leaves.

Huh… Okay then. She thinks to herself.

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Riley’s thankful that Lucas has them both get ready an hour before. It takes awhile for her to pamper herself. First, she throws on a sparkly red dress. She then curls her hair. Afterwards, she puts on makeup. And finally, she slips into her boots.

She’s just about ready to grab her coat and head out of her bedroom until she gets a FaceTime call request from Topanga.

“Hi, honey! Wow, you look gorgeous! Do you have plans? We never talked about you going out…”

“I’m actually going to see the fireworks up on the roof with Lucas.”

And in a blink of an eye, a paranoid Cory Matthews pops up in the screen.

“WHAT?”

“Riley, isn’t he supposed to be in Texas right now?” Her mom questions.

She sighs. “Something came up. They had to cancel.”

From Riley’s expression, her parents get the idea. Cory loses his paranoia.

“We understand.” He says calmly. He eventually goes back into protective father mode in a split second. “But if you two are doing things that you aren’t supposed to be doing…”

“Cory!”

“I’m just saying, honey…”

“Ugh, ignore your father.” Topanga says looking into the camera.

Riley smiles into the screen, thinking about how she’s definitely not bringing up the fact that her boyfriend is staying the night.

“Just have a good time, okay? We really wish you could be spending tonight with us!”

“Me too, momma. Well, I should get going.”

“Okay. Bye!”

“See you soon!” she says before ending the call. She checked the time. 11:45. She really should get going.

Riley grabs her coat and rushes out into the living room. “Lucas?!” He isn’t there.

“Huh.” Given the fact that she was just watching one of the most frightening films of her life, she’s scared that a crazy demonic monster would pop up from behind her.

Riley finally notices a single rose and a notecard lying on top of their coffee table. She grabs them both and reads the card.

“Follow the rose petals.” She offers a glance at the trail of rose petals behind the table, leading out into the hallway.

Riley being Riley, she did what she’s told. She followed the path of rose petals, which lead her up a couple flights of stairs, and eventually to the rooftop.

She gasps out of exhaustion when she reaches the top, but her eyes widen as she takes a good look at what’s in front of her. The rooftop had been decorated with what seems to be an endless supply of fairy lights, along with a bunch of New Years-themed decor. And in the middle of all that, waits a charming young boy who holds a little bouquet of roses. The boy who Riley fell in love with ever since she fell onto his lap on the subway.

“Riley…”

“Lucas,” Because you can make a Riley Matthews cry very easily, her eyes become all glossy. “Y-You did this?”

“All of it, yeah.” He chuckles.

This is probably why he was late. Riley thought to herself.

She walks up to him and gives him a big hug. “Thank you.” She whispers into his chest.

“Of course.” He pulls away. “Hey, why are you crying?”

“Well, how can I not be? This is all so magnificent!” Her tone softens. “I’m lucky.”

He grins, giving the bouquet to Riley. “That makes both of us.”

Lucas then walks over to grab a vintage boombox from the side. He places it on the bench and pops in a tape. Riley’s favorite piano piece then starts playing.

“Gymnopedie… How did you know?”

“You told me a while back, actually. We were taking a walk through the city, late at night. And we saw that man, he looked homeless-”

“And he was playing it on his old wooden piano.” Riley says in realization.

“Yes. And you see, there was this dance too…” He extends his hand out.

---

The old man was French. “S'il vous plaît danser ensemble comme je joue.” He said with a friendly smile.

Riley didn’t understand what he said. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not quite sure what you sai-”

“Riley, he wants us to dance while he plays.” But Lucas did.

“Oh.” She smiled.

And they did. They danced the night away, and this lead to being one of the most memorable moments in their relationship. It wasn’t big, but it was magical.

--- Riley sets the roses down and takes Lucas by the hand. He grabs her by her waist, pulling her closer, as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I’ve probably said this far too many times, but thank you. Thank you for everything. You really made this year a real good one for me.” Riley expresses.

Lucas stays silent for a bit. “My favorite thing in the world is when I talk to you,”

“So I’ve been told.”

“It’s not just that, though. You’ve always been there for me.” He pauses. “You’ve stood by me through my darkest moments, especially when my family’s having issues… Riley, you just make me the happiest. I’m beyond grateful for you and I’m not really sure that I can repay for all that you’ve done for me.” Riley smiles. Lucas has told her this so many times and in so many different ways.

Seconds after their song ended, the crowd below them starts screaming. The pair walked over to the ledge to take a look.

“It’s time to count down!”

“10, 9, 8…”

“Hey, Riley.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a couple seconds till 2018, and I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“7, 6, 5…”

“I’m always with you.” Riley offers him a smile. “You and me. Next year?”

“4, 3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!!!” The crowd goes wild as Auld Lang Syne somehow starts playing.

“Bring it.” Lucas finally responds.

#girl meets world #rucas #riley matthews #lucas friar #rucas fic #my fics #riley x lucas

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who-is-this-nerd · 4 years

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I wrote a Glee fic. It’s all love n fluff.

Five years ago today, my girl, the one who I made a baby with (and we gave up for adoption) said yes when I asked her out. I could not have been more happy then, and and more overjoyed now-on our five year anniversary.

Since that fateful Glee reunion with everyone else, where she became my official girlfriend, we’ve been busy.

...No, not that kind of busy, I mean the moving-across-the-country-and-career-orianted kind of busy.

After graduating from Yale (At the top of her class, I might add), Quinn got a job at an adoption agency, and after Finn’s death and then High School Graduation, I wound up in the military.

“So Puck, are you eventually going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked, swinging our intertwined hands and pulling me from my thoughts.

“I can’t ruin a perfectly good surprise, babe!” I teased. “We’ll be there in a moment, anyway.”

“Aw, you know I hate surprises...”

“But I know you’ll love this one!” I smirked.

“I suppose I have to expect this, knowing what today is.” She grinned. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Quinnie.”

The conversation stopped, then, and we walked on in companionable silence. Around us, green leaves grew on the trees, the light April wind signifying that Spring was indeed upon us.

I looked at Quinn then and smiled. Sometimes it still didn’t seem real that life could be this good.

I shook my head, frowing amusedly. It also seems weird to think that I once thought I would never graduate high school...

“What’s wrong, Puck?”

She can always tell when something’s up. She knows me so well.

“Nothing. I just...I’m thinking about how much has changed for me in the last five years. I remember when I felt like I wouldn’t graduate high school, and I remember thinking after you got pregnant with Beth that you wouldn’t ever actually want to be with me.”

“But you did graduate, and I am with you. And I think I should inform you that I don’t plan on leaving. Ever.” That last sentance dripped with cheek. “Before Beth, and before the whole thing with Shelby...I was so naieve. I thought I already knew everything. I thought I only wanted Friends with Benefits, because I thought I would be better at handling life alone.”

“But you’re not alone.”

“I know.”

A comfortable silence enveloped us again, and a few minutes later, a fancy resturant came into view.

“The Little York Coffeehouse!” She squealed. “Oh, remember when we used to come here with Rachel and Kurt...”

I held the door open, and she gasped again as the pair of us walked inside.

“RACHEL! KURT!” Quinn ran towards our friends from Glee, letting go of my hand and enveloping the two in hugs.

“For being the only two other Glee kids who live here, it’s been too long since we’ve seen you!” She admonished, and I giggled.

“Rachel, Kurt! It’s wonderful to see you both!”

We took seats by a bay window, and a barista came by to take our order.

“I’ll take an espresso, please.” I began.

“Nonfat lattè.” Rachel piped up.

“I’ll just take water, thanks.” said Kurt.

“I’ll take an espresso as well.” Quinn said to the barista. “With a shot of vanilla flavoring.”

“Wonderful, I’ll be back with those in a minute.” The barista said, sprinting away.

“So Rachel, how’s the pregnancy?”

“It’s going well! I’m 32 weeks along now. The doctor said the baby wouldn’t be in any danger if she came now, and thankfully, that I wouldn’t either.

“And you’re a surrogate for Kurt and Blaine, aren’t you?” Quinn interrogated.

“Well, when they asked, I just couldn’t say no!” the short brunette answered cheerfully. “Jesse took the idea in stride, of course.”

“I think he was more on board with the idea when Blaine and I asked him to be the Godfather.” Kurt added dryly.

“You two are going to be the best dads! Where is Blaine today, anyway?”

“He’s stuck at work. He would have loved to see you both, especially to celebrate your anniversary. Ah well, I bet you’ll see him tomorrow, if not later today!” He giggled behind his hand and winked.

I shot him a glare. Dude, that’s supposed to be a surprise.

“Noah...” I gulped. Quinn, on my request, did not use my first name often-except for when she spoke in her warning voice, like, you best tell me what’s going on right now, Mr. The way she said it now seemed to be one such of those times.

“What did he mean by that?”

I smirked (and so did Rachel and Kurt, who knew what the surprise was. In fact, she, Kurt, Jesse, and Blaine were going to be joining us). Before I could speak, however, the barista walked over with our drinks.

“Here you go guys! Have a great day!” She left, and I decided to spoil half of the surprise.

“Hey Quinn...how would you like to go to Lima today?”

She gasped in response, obviously elated.

Her exitement was all the answer I needed.

“We’ll see you two at the airport in an hour.” I said in farewell.

“Does...that mean they’re coming with us?” Quinn asked me, puzzled, as we stepped outside where it had started to sprinkle.

“That makes you happy, I hope?”

“Ecstatic, of course! But Puck, this is a lot to take in...what’s happening, and why didn’t you tell me about this? It seemed like Kurt and Rach already knew.”

“Surprises, surprises, dear! It’s a special day!”

“Can you promise me that there will be no surprises tomorrow? That you’ll tell me exactly what’s going on tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise that, dearest.” I smirked.

“...I really wish that my birthday wasn’t the day after our anniversary sometimes.” She grumbled.

I smirked again.

Several hours later, we were on a plane to Lima. Quinn was asleep next to me, her head on my shoulder. I caressed her short blonde hair, but looked up when Rachel spoke across the asle.”

“Hey Puck! You nervous?”

“Despite the fact that I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry this girl since high school...yes, I am.”

“Well, I think it’s good to be nervous. That’s how you know you’ve made the right choice.” said Jesse.

His wife next to him linked her arm in his. “I agree. I think nerves are based on instinct.”

“Deep.” I chuckled.

“You guys are a match made in heaven. She’ll say yes, I guarentee it.” Kurt, ever the romantic, piped up from behind me.

“I hope so.” I patted the sleek black box that was in my pocket.

“Can I see the ring?”

I pulled it from my pocket. “Just don’t pull it out of the box, Rach.”

She gaped. “Wow, it’s gorgeous, Puck. She’ll love it.”

“For that price, she’d better,” I muttered.

“Hey! It’s not the price that matters, but the girl-or boy-you’re giving it to!” Kurt admonished.”

I raised my hands in mock surrender at the look the man was giving me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

Until the plane landed, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.

“Quinn.” I whispered, attempting to shake her awake. “Quinnie bear.”

Kurt looked over and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he was having the same problem witn Blaine. These two could sleep through a tornado.

“Quinn!” I said, more loudly this time.

Eventually, I debated on using her first name, though I knew how much she hated it. Finally, at the risk of being punched when she woke up, I decided to.

“Lucy,” I said, speaking loud and clear.

Instantly, Quinn’s head popped up like a daisy. “My name’s not Luc-wha...-“

I giggled. “We’re here, love.”

She smiled in realization.

“Did you succeed in waking Blaine, Kurt?”

“I’m getting there, but he sleeps deeper than a bear in hibernation.”

I laughed outright, along with Rachel and Jesse, who had already pulled down their luggage from the above compartment.

“Blaine!” Kurt half-shouted.

“Are we there yet...?” Blaine mumbled, opening his eyes reluctantly.

“Yes, and that’s why you need to wake up.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, and the rest of us around him, even Quinn who was fully awake now, chuckled.

The two men stood up, pulling their own luggage from the top compartment, and Quinn and I did the same.

As we walked out of the airport, Quinn asked, “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

“We’re all staying at my Dads.” Rachel answered. Not sigular, as in Dad’s, but plural, as in more than one.

“Oh, well thank you.”

“Yeah, thanks Rachel. That’s very kind of you and your parents.”

Later that night, after a delicous dinner of (meat free for Rachel) spaghetti and garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, and singing a few somgs at the piano (as former glee club kids, we couldn’t resist), we went off to bed, not rising until morning.

Happy birthday, Quinnie bear!” I whispered, kissing her on the forehead as she slowly woke up.

“Thanks baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Should I shower first, or do you want to?” She asked, sitting up.”

I grinned wickedly. “Together?”

She rolled her eyes, and amused smile forming on her lips.

“Do we really have time for that, with all of the magical...birthday stuff you have planned for today?”

Touchè. “Fine. I’ll let the birthday princess go first, of course, since you’ll probably need just short of forever to get ready.”

She stood up, sticking her toungue out at me playfully before she walked to the bathroom.

I smiled amusedly and walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Today’s the day!” Kurt cheered when he saw me. “You excited?”

“I feel like I might vomit. Whether that’s from nervousness or exitement, I can’t tell.”

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna go great!”

“I talked to Shelby, Coach Sue, Mr. Schue, Emma, Sam, Tina, Mercedes, Mike, Brittney, Santana, and Artie a few minutes ago, They want to know what time you want them there.”

“Well, I’ll hopefully be bringing Quinn around one, so maybe just before then, I guess. Remember how Mr. Schue had all the teachers give Emma flowers as she walked through the halls? I think I’m going to have you guys, Mike, Britt, Tina, Santana, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, little Beth, Shelby, Emma, Coach Sue, and Mr. Schue do the same thing.”

Quinn stepped out of the shower gingerly, mind racing. I wonder if today’s the day? No, he’d wait until we’re back in New York for that. Right? Just in case, I should dress nice...

After looking through the clothes I brought multiple times, and feeling grateful that I brought a few dressy articles of clothing as well as casual clothes, I evetually chose a spaghetti strapped yellow sundress with white polka dots.

After brushing my hair, applying some light makeup, and painting my nails a bright cherry red, I walked out to the kitchen where Kurt was making pancakes. I turned until I found Puck. “Your turn for the shower, love.”

“You look incredible. I’ll be back!”

“Happy birthday, Quinn!” Kurt shouted then, when he eventually spotted me.

“Happy birthday!” Rachel said, walking forward to hug me.

“Thanks, guys.”

If he doesn’t ask today, I hope he does soon.”

She sighed, looking around contentedly at all the people who felt like family regardless of whether she Puck proposed today or not.

#glee #glee fanfiction #romance #fiveyearanniversary #five years later #ben platt #fall in love #falling in love #proposal #read the whole thing #on fanfiction

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sarahjxcobs · 7 years

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Y’all I saw Bandstand last night

Warning this is literally 7 pages worth of writing so long post ahead

Where do I even begin oh god

Ok so first off the Jacobs theater is absolutely stunning

Like wow

So we were sitting right orchestra like row H or something

We were pretty close to the stage

ThE sTaGe

Oh god it was beautiful

Like the drum kit was so nice

Generally the stage set up was fantastic

Ok so we’re waiting for the show to begin when I hear a group of girls who were sitting behind us freaking out

I couldn’t really hear what they were saying except I heard one of them say something like “Anthony Rapp is here”

I was like holy shit

That ain’t true

Then my friend leans over all excited

She was like “Did you hear them? Anthony Rapp and Lin Manuel Miranda are here!”

I was like HoLy SHIt

Then a minute for so later I look behind us and there he is

Two rows behind me

Anthony fucking Rapp

Mark Cohen was there

So i’m like freaking the fuck out

Because well

It’s fucking Anthony Rapp

I got into like panic mode

Then all the light go off

Holy shit

Lighting

I’ve said this before but just a reminder

I”M A HOE FOR GOOD LIGHTING

Just like it was before starts off with a bunch of booms and flashes of lights

It’s intense my dude

Donny is yelling at everyone

There's guys running everywhere

Julia is also on stage during this part

She’s looking all cute and happy putting some flowers into a vase

Julia moves the the middle of the stage and one of the guys goes with her

He salutes Julia and she just fucking collapses to the floor

She starts sobbing

It’s completely heartbreaking because you realize that was when she was told about Michael

The Donny moves to the front of the stage when the music changes and the other guys come out in a different uniform and Donny’s like

It’s over

It’s actually over

Then the music changes again and so do all the costumes

My girl Carleigh Bettiol

She’s so beautiful omg

Corey Cott is so cute

All the costumes are so nice like I want one

Donald Novitski

Somebody let this boy sleep

Somebody also give this boy a job

When he yells “GET OUT” it’s really upsetting

Like you don’t really understand it but like he looks so sad

“He’s got a baby face” Yeah so does Corey

Donny tries to get into a fist fight with the club owner who won’t hire him

Donny gets beat up because of this

Don’t beat up Donny please

The PTSD attack Donny has at his piano is so intense

Wow

Corey is such a good actor

I love Donny Novitski

The song

Well also the character

Corey does this little shimmy while singing and it’s really cute

CREAMEEE RISEEEEES

Corey’s little laugh after talking about Frank Sinatra is so pure

The fake

“HE’S SO FLAT UGH”

Donny takes off his button up and is walking around in a white tank top

God that boy looks good

The last rise note

It’s so good

So good

Jimmy aw

Jimmy’s so cute

“I would fire the kid if we wasn’t a player”

Donny runs in

“You can’t be in here. We’re not open yet”

“The back door is”

Donny just tells Jimmy he was friends with Michael and makes Jimmy play a song as he starts playing the piano

I live for playing instruments live on stage

Everyone calls Michael Rubber and it’s funny

“ He’s better than anyone...when he’s not high…”

“Jesus”

“He’s army too”

“I’ll take my chances!”

“WOAH! He plays at the Rio??”

“No. He drinks there”

Davey is just telling stupid jokes at the bar

So Donny joins in

“ What does an accordion and Hitler have in common”

Oh god Donny

“ One perpetrated years of oppression and humiliation on Polish people and the other one is Hitler”

Davey reads Shakespeare

I love Davey

Nick is a teacher and absolutely hates it

Nick you’re such a bad teacher

Johnny is my favorite

He’s so pure

Ain’t we proud is such a good song

Donny and Julia finally meet

“Aren’t you a little old for ding dong ditch?”

“Well are you gonna come here or am I gonna have to keep yelling down the street”

Julia invites Donny over for dinner

Every single time Laura starting singing I got chills

Julia’s mom is great

“The paprika shaker lid fell off”

Donny and Julia are going through pictures of Michael and Donny during the war

“We just got off the ship and i’m already ready tan because well, I’m Italian”

“ Michael is Polish so the boys boiling”

Michael was called Rubber because his last name was Trojan HAHA

Julia is a church singer

So ofc Donny shows up to church to hear he sing

She sings like a goddess

Donny is like ‘Holy shit’

So Donny invites Julia to see the Donny Novitski band

While their performing Donny like pressures Julia into singing at the set

First steps first is so slow at first then Donny is like guys speed it up

Davey is like thank god and rocks the bass

“Oh all I could do is teach the children at church”

“Don’t teach”

Donny changes his name to Donny Nova

Julia gets mad at Donny about something he said

He talks to her at her job the next day and fix everything

So Julia joins the band

Breathe is one of my favorite songs

“THEN I’M BREAKING THE RULE WAYNE”

The proud and tall part is my favorite

Donny and Julia are so cute

“Haha Hornagraphy”

I cried at the end of Breathe

You deserve it is such a bop

The dancing is so good

Davey stands on his bass while playing it

Julia gives Donny a book of poems she writes

And he turns one into a song for her to sing

So they sing Love will come and find me for the band competition

They get through and it’s so great

But then are told that the travel and hotel expenses for New York is all gonna have to come from them

That’s a lot of money that the band does not have

Davey gets pisses the fuck off and is rolling up his sleeves and I honestly thought he was gonna fight someone

He did not

But Donny has a really intense PTSD attack

Like the boy completely collapses and is shaking so badly

Yet again a great example as to why Corey Cott is such a good actor

So Julia runs over to him

But everyone freezes and Donny starts singing Right this way

Slowly everyone starts moving again

It’s a really tense moment

So all the boys and Julia get together and decide to book as many gigs as they can because god damnit they are going to New York

Nobody

So good

Back at it again with the amazing dancing

The costumes are so nice

Julia sings upside down at one point and it’s amazing

My queen Laura Osnes is amazing

Johnny’s drumming part was cute

This is such an iconic song

The boys are back

They’re going to new york

Johnny is drumming on Davey’s bass as Davey downs an entire bottle of beer

Wayne’s wife left him so he moves in with Nick

Julia and Donny are at her house and they’re just talking it’s real cute

Julia picks up a ukulele and starts playing I got a theory

Donny joins her and it's cute

God I love these two

They all get so excited when they get offered the extra cash

Johnny the mathematician

“I am not suffering from what some people call alcoholism….I’m LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF IT”

Davey puts his hat on Julia

Julia’s red dress is so cute

Julia gets fired from her job because she wanted to take off to go to New York

Her father left her mom and her

Donny tells Julia everything

Michael and Donny were in a trench when they threw two grenades but Donny dropped his and couldn’t find it in time

Donny got out before it exploded but Michael didn’t

Julia stops coming to gigs and is avoiding the band

Everything happens is such a good song

Julia’s mom loves her so much

Julia talks to Donny and they sort things out

She wrote a poem about the boys during the war

And gives it to Donny

The second she said that she wrote something

I started crying

Because I knew

I knew Welcome Home was starting

I love Welcome Home

It’s my favorite song

So I cried a lot

THe dancing during the instrumental part of welcome home made me cry because it’s so beautiful

ALSO

I DID NOT KNOW WELCOME HOME ROMANTIC WAS IN THE SHOW

I THOUGHT IT WAS A DELETED SONG

BUT THEN SHE WAS SINGING AND SAID HERO INSTEAD OF BOYS

I STARTED CRYING SO HARD

OH MY GOD

When I first heard the romantic version I figured it was about Michael but I seriously think about her writing it to Donny now

Anyway the band ends up not having to pay for New York and it’s great

THE COSTUME CHANGES

I know we always talk about Laura’s but omg Corey’s

He looks so good

Then queen Laura does the spin chance and it's amazing

Johnny looks so good

The train scene is really cool

I love that Julia calls Donny kid

I love how Davey says in my life

Get Davey to a nightclub

Donny loosen up a bit

So Donny walks Julia back to her hotel room

They kiss and honestly it was so pure

I love them

“What a prick”

So the Donny Nova band is performing as the finale of the contest

But the day of the show Jimmy was reading over a paper that the company made Donny sign

It basically says that if they go out there and perform then the company owns their song and can do whatever they want with it

The band gets pissed the fuck off

Like they are mad

But like they still wanna do something

So Donny is like ‘ Julia do you remember every original word to welcome home’

She says yes but if they sing that then they could get blacklisted

They do it anyway

“What I feel for you Julia is true”

Donny and Julia kiss

Welcome home finale

Oh boy

I BAWLED LIKE A BABY

Like I don’t think i’ve ever cried so much in my life

It’s such a powerful song

My parents and friend made fun of me for sobbing

I was a wreck

The epilogue is fantastic

The Donny Nova Band won the competition

They all go to see the movie their song was in

It was a bad movie

Two fans see the band at the end and one girl fucking jumps on Wayne

It’s so funny

God I love this show so much

I cried for another ten minutes after the show because this show deserves so much better

Why the fuck is this closing tomorrow

OK SO AFTER THE SHOW

I got a picture with Anthony Rapp and he is honestly so cute

“Where are you two from?” “New Jersey” “Ohhhhhh”

I was having trouble opening my phone camera and just

Anthony laughs and was like “You gotta get that ready. You gotta be prepared!”

And “You know you could just slide up and have the camera” “I know but it’s not working” “Oh I see”

Not much happened at stage door so whatever

Except I tweeted out to Carleigh the other day asking if she could stage door and she liked my tweet

Guess what

My girl pulled through and came out

I love her

So we’re driving home and I check twitter

Lin Manuel Miranda was also at the show

But not only that

My boy

The love of my life

Ben Fankhauser was there too

And I missed him

I’m so upset about that

I literally cried for 30 minutes because I didn’t see him

But anyway Bandstand was amazing and I love it

#Bandstand #Broadway #Musicals #laura osnes #Corey Cott #this took me so long to write #jesus this is 7 pages long #I don't think the keep reading thing is working on moble so I'm really sorry that its so long

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fanatic-af · 7 years

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His - Part 2 (C.H.)

A/N: I’m so glad that a lot of you liked the first part and I was really happy to see so many of you requesting for a second part. So, here it is :)

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Part 1 | Part 3

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“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

“Well, would you look at that?” Phoebe told me as I switched my textbooks at my locker.

“What?” I ask without looking at her.

“You have anatomy next.”

I shut my locker and turned to face her. “Yeah, and…?”

She gave me an exasperated sigh. “You see Calum next period.”

“I also saw him this morning, yesterday, and on Friday.” I raised an eyebrow at her as if to say, ‘Your point?’

She groaned. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later.”

I gave her a weird look. “Yeah, okay.”

We headed our separate ways for our next class. I walked into my anatomy class and sat at my usual seat towards the back. I surveyed the room and noticed that Calum wasn’t here yet. I shook my head slightly and got my things ready for the class to start.

Get a grip on yourself, Y/N. I scolded myself.

I looked up at the projector screen and started writing down the slide my teacher had already put up.

The late bell sounded and our teacher started taking attendance while telling us to start writing the information on the screen down.

The chair beside me let out a small screech as it was pulled back. I paid no attention to the person that decided to sit beside me as I continued writing.

“Hood.” My teacher called out.

“Here,” Calum’s voice sounded from close by.

I looked to my right and jumped slightly in my seat at the sight of Calum sitting beside me. “Jesus.”

Calum laughed as he began writing down the notes. “Nope. Just me.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to copying the notes. “Har har. You’re so hilarious.”

“I know. I’m a comedy genius.”

“In your dreams, Hood.”

“I’ll see you there,” he replied cheekily.

“Smooth.”

“I try.”

Our conversation ended there as our teacher finished taking attendance and began the lesson.

####

“I want you guys to work with your table partner and continue labeling your skeleton packets. Color code them and start studying. You’ll do that until the end of class.” My teacher instructed and the room disrupted into chatter.

I turned to angle myself towards Calum and saw that his eyebrows were furrowed as he scrutinized the packet. “Don’t pop a blood vessel, Calum.”

He looked at me in confusion. “What?”

“The packet,” I gestured with my chin to his.

He looked back down at his packet. “The packet. Right.”

I stared at him for a moment. “Calum, I’m here to help you. Remember that.”

Calum rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“Here,” I tell him and open the packet to an unlabelled page. “Let’s start with the easy stuff. Well, easy compared to some of the other sections.”

####

“So, do you feel better on knowing the bones for the leg, arm, and the pelvic area?” I ask Calum as I put the markers back.

Calum nodded. “Yeah. Plus, you have some good mnemonics for remembering the bones.”

I shrugged. “It’s a lot to remember. Besides, this stuff is interesting to me.”

“Did you want to have a medical profession?” Calum asked me.

“Maybe. I actually don’t know yet. What about you? Do you want to pursue a professional soccer career?”

“I wouldn’t mind, but if a better opportunity came along, I might take it.”

I nodded.

“Oh, I guess we should talk about the tutoring thing, huh?”

“Probably…if you want to be tutored.”

He chuckled. “I have practice every day after school until four. I was thinking maybe two to three times a week after my practices?”

“Um, we can do twice a week here in the library since I have club meetings on Tuesday and Thursday and they end around the time your practice ends. If you want to add a third day, we can do Friday or Saturday at my house or the public library.

“Yeah, we can do that…” He paused. “What club are you in?”

I blinked at him. “Oh, just some club.”

He bumped my knee with his. “Tell me.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“So I can learn more about you.”

“I’m a dull person, Calum.”

“Well, I think you’re the complete opposite of dull.”

I blushed. “It’s only because you don’t know me.”

Calum smirked. “Which is why I’m trying to get to know you. So, what club are you in?”

“You’re not gonna give up, are you?”

“Nope.” He made a popping noise on the ‘P.’

I sighed. “Alright. It’s the music club.”

“Music club?”

“See, I told you I was a dull person.”

“That doesn’t make you dull at all! So do you sing? Play an instrument?”

“Maybe…”

Calum nudged me with his knee. “Oh, come on. Don’t get shy on me now.”

The bell rang and I sighed in relief. “You’ll find out another time.” I packed my things and stood up.

Calum did the same and followed me out of the classroom. “Come on. Tell me.”

I headed for my locker. “Don’t you have a class right now?”

“It’s athletic period. I have soccer right now so I can be late. Now tell me.”

I reached my locker and put in my combination followed by exchanging my things for my next class. “Why are you so interested?”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but a voice cut him off.

“So, Y/N. How was anatomy? Did anything happen with- Ow! Dude! What the fuck?!” Phoebe told me as she rubbed where my locker door hit her.

“Phoebe, I’m sure you know Calum. Calum, this is Phoebe.” I introduced them as she stepped out from behind my locker door.

A look of recognition crossed her face as an amused one appeared on Calum’s.

“Oh…” Phoebe let out.

Calum smiled at her and held his hand out for her to shake. “Hi, Phoebe.”

She gave me a look before flashing Calum a smile and shaking his hand. “Calum.”

They let go of each other’s hand and Calum turned to face me again. “So…”

I shook my head at him. “I’m still not telling you.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N.”

“Wait. What won’t she tell you?”

Calum looked at Phoebe. “She says she’s in the music club, but she won’t tell me if she sings or plays an instrument.”

“Oh, I can tell you that- Ow!” Phoebe yelled and glared at me.

I smiled sweetly at her. “Sorry, was that your foot? Anyway, I have to get to class so I’ll see you guys later.” I tell the two of them as I shut my locker. I flashed the two of them a smile before turning to walk away, but Calum stopped me. “Yeah?”

“You’re leaving without giving me a hug?” Calum asked, followed by giving me a puppy dog look.

I shook my head at him, but a smile was on my face nevertheless. I moved forward to give him a hug. “There. Now, can I go?” I asked him as I moved to pull back.

“Wait.” Calum said as he squeezed me in his arms once before letting go. “Okay, now you can go.”

I gave him a weird look. “Okay. Bye, guys.” I told them and walked off which turned into a sprint as the late bell rang.

~Third Person~

Calum and Phoebe watched Y/N sprint off to her last class.

“She’s very punctual,” Calum commented.

Phoebe nodded. “Very…which is something you’ll have to get used to if you want to be her friend…or more.” Phoebe mumbled the last part.

“What?” Calum asked her, not hearing the last bit.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t you have class too?”

“No, I just TA so I’m free to come and go as I please.”

“Cool, but I actually need to get going. I’ll see you later.” Calum told her as he started walking backwards.

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, Y/N does sing and she plays the guitar, ukulele, and piano.”

Calum smiled. “Thanks.”

Phoebe waved him off and headed in the opposite direction. “Yeah, yeah.”

****

“So, we on for today?” Calum asked me at the end of class on Tuesday.

I nodded. “Sure. When you’re done with practice you can just meet me in the library.”

Calum nodded as well as we made our way out of the classroom. “Okay, I’m gonna head over for practice now. I’ll see you later.” He gave me a hug.

“Yeah, bye.” I told him and we parted ways.

I headed for my locker again and saw that Phoebe was already leaning against the neighboring one.

“Hey, Pheebs.” I greet her as I put my combo in.

“So…” Phoebe started.

“So…what?” I ask her as I opened my locker.

“Are you finally going to tell me why we couldn’t carpool today?”

“Oh, yeah.” I start off as I switched my things. “Calum and I are starting the tutoring thing today.”

“Really? When? Where? Don’t you have music today and doesn’t he have practice?”

I shut my locker and faced her. “Yes. Four o’clock. Library. Yes and yes.”

She glared at me. “I hate how you answer questions in the order people ask you.”

I smiled sweetly at her. “At least I answered all of your questions.”

She stuck her tongue out at me and – like the immature adult I am – I returned the gesture.

“I have to get to class. I’ll text you later.” I tell her and walked off.

“You better or else I’m coming over!” Phoebe called from behind me.

####

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Calum apologized as he walked into the pretty much empty library.

I smiled at him. “It’s fine, Calum. I wasn’t waiting for long.”

He got his anatomy things out and sat down across from me. “Alright, Y/N. Bestow upon me your knowledge of the human body.”

I laughed. “I don’t have that much knowledge on the subject.”

“So there are things that you don’t know about the human body?” Calum asked.

I shrugged as I opened my textbook. “Yeah.”

“Are they anything I can show you what they mean?”

My jaw dropped and I looked up at Calum in shock. “Calum Hood! If I knew your middle name I would add that to my scolding.”

He laughed. “I’m kidding, Y/N.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You better be.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Thomas.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

He lowered his hands again. “My middle name. It’s Thomas.”

“Thomas? I can’t see you as a Thomas.”

“Hence why it’s my middle name and not my first.”

“Touché.”

“What’s yours?”

I shook my head. “Nuh-uh. We aren’t playing twenty questions. We’re here to learn and understand some anatomy.”

He pouted. “Can we play after?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

He beamed. “Yes!” He cheered before taking out his notes.

I watched him in admiration. Oh, I’m so far gone for this boy.

####

“Okay, so favorite color?” Calum asked me.

“Black.” I tell him.

“Why black?”

“Why not black?”

“Y/N.”

“Calum.” I mocked him.

“I’m serious.”

I tilted my head to the side. “I thought you were Calum?”

He glared at me. “Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.”

I smiled at him as I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “Look who’s the comedy genius now.”

He continued to glare at me.

I groaned. “I like the color black because it matches my soul.”

Calum whined. “Y/N…”

“Okay, fine. Black matches with everything.”

He stared at me. “You like the color black because of clothing choices?”

“It’s also the color of my soul,” I added.

“Shut up,” he lightly kicked my foot under the table.

“Well, it is the color of your curly hair… and I like your hair.” I mumbled the last bit.

He paused. “You like my hair?”

“You’re totally missing the point, but yes, I like your hair. Next question.”

He smiled triumphantly. “Okay. What instrument or instruments do you play?”

I glared at him. “Not fair.”

“It’s considered a question.” He smirked.

“I dislike you.”

He gave me a look as if to say, ‘Go on.’

“Guitar, piano, and uke.”

“Oh, I know. I just wanted to hear you tell me.”

“What? Who- Phoebe.” I muttered.

He chuckled. “Yeah. She also told me that you can sing.”

I shrugged. “Somewhat.”

“You have to sing and play something for me sometime.”

“We’ll see.”

“So…any boyfriend?”

I choked on my own spit and coughed a few times to clear my throat. “Sorry, what?”

Calum took a sip from his water bottle. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. Oh, gosh no. Calum, I don’t think you realize how little friends I have and I’m anti-social. I prefer studying or reading than going out.”

“Okay…You’re point is…?” Calum prompted.

“No one wants to date me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Calum, my last and only boyfriend dumped me because I was too boring for him…and that was back in the sixth grade. I’ve realized that I’m not exactly ‘girlfriend material.’”

Calum leaned forward so that his forearms were now on the table and his face was hovering above over half of the table. “That’s not true, Y/N.”

I scoffed and sat up so that I was at eye level with him. “Yeah? Name one person that would voluntarily date me?”

Without missing a beat, “Me,” Calum responded as he maintained eye contact with me.

My breathing hitched as Calum’s eyes basically stared into my soul with such great intensity behind them.

We continued to stare into each other’s eyes before a buzzing sound was hear.

Calum maintained eye contact with me as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it, “Yeah?”

I could faintly hear a female’s voice on the other end.

“Fuck. That was tonight?” Calum’s eyes squeezed shut briefly before meeting mine once again. “Yeah. I’m leaving now. Give me fifteen minutes.” Calum told the person before hanging up. He struggled on what to say next.

“Go. It’s fine.” I tell him with a smile.

He nodded and packed up his stuff. “We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow.” He told me as he zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

I nodded and looked up at him as he came to stand beside me. “Okay.”

He held his arms out and I smiled before standing up and giving him a hug.

I pulled back so that I could look up at him and smiled. “See you tomorrow?”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

I watched him walk out of the library before sinking into my seat and letting out a squeal.

“Y/N. You know you’re not supposed to make loud noises in here.” The librarian scolds me lightly.

I bite my lip to contain my smile. “Sorry, Mrs. Jones.”

“It’s alright. I will tell you though that that boy is smitten with you.”

I blushed. “You think so?”

She gave me a look. “Listen to the wise old lady.” She tells me before walking away.

I bite my lip as I thought about what she said then packed my things to go home and tell Phoebe everything.

####

“HE WHAT?!” Phoebe screamed on her end of our FaceTime call.

“He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I gave him the same spiel of how boys don’t like me. He didn’t believe me and I told him to name one person that would date me.” I paused and saw Phoebe’s face get closer on the screen.

“Don’t stop there!” Phoebe yelled. “Then what?!”

“He looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘Me.’”

“No!” Phoebe gasped.

I nodded.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, but he had to leave right after and he kissed my forehead before leaving.”

“HE SO TOTALLY LIKES YOU!” Phoebe shrieked.

“Phoebe! Inside voices!” I scolded her as I rubbed my ear. “Mrs. Jones said the same thing too.”

Phoebe’s eyebrows furrowed. “The librarian?”

I nodded. “Yeah. She was there. She said that Calum is totally smitten with me.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Goodbye, Pheebs.”

Phoebe stuck her tongue out at me. “Bye, Mrs. Hood.”

“I’m not-“

Phoebe ended the call.

“Yeah, bye.”

####

“Stupid active brain. Why can’t you just stop thinking and let me sleep?” I mutter to myself as I strolled through the park.

Yes, I am stupid for walking around the park this late at night – okay, maybe it wasn’t that late – but I just wanted to go to sleep and a walk might help me do just that.

I walked over to the field and saw a figure kicking something around. As I got closer, I knew immediately who it was.

His back was turned to me as I approached him quietly. “Kicking a ball would be a lot better than kicking rocks.”

He jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and turned around.

I gave him a smile. “Hey, stranger.”

He gave me a small smile in return. “Hey.”

“What are you doing out here so late?”

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and that’s when I noticed how dressed up he looked. It must have had something to do with that thing that he had earlier. “I just needed to leave.”

“Dressed like that?” I pointed out his outfit.

He shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

“So tell me.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t want to put my burden on you.”

“What burden could you possibly have?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

He looked at me and I stared back at him straight in the eye. “Not here.”

We walked over to the tree I had sat under when I had brought Zeus to the park.

“Okay, so…?” I prompted him.

He sighed. “My family had this dinner thing tonight with these other families my parents know and all I kept hearing was them praising my sister for her accomplishments and I don’t know. I felt likes such a loser and so unwanted.”

“Calum…” I put my hand on his arm. “How could your own parents not want you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just…they never speak as highly of me as they do with Mali. It’s like everything that I strive to achieve in is always overshadowed by what she does.”

“That is so not true, Calum! I’m sure your parents are very proud of what you do and what you have done. They love you. How could they not be proud?”

“It just doesn’t seem like it. It doesn’t feel like they love me as much.”

“Calum, are you even listening to yourself? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Where did you even get such an absurd idea?”

Calum stared off into the distance. “Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

I shook my head. “Calum Thomas Hood. I will show you just how wrong you are when I am not so sleepy and it’s not about to be midnight.”

“Wait, why are you out here this late?” Calum asked as he realized just how late it was.

“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk.”

“This late? By yourself?”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N Y/LN.” Calum scolded me. “Anything could have happened to you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, calm down. I’ve done this before.”

He shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Walk me home?” I asked hopefully.

He chuckled. “How about I drive you? I did take my car here.”

I nodded. “Driving works too.”

We got in Calum’s car and he drove us to my place. Once he pulled into the driveway, I turned to look at him. “Thanks for the ride, Cal.”

A smile appeared on his face. “That’s the first time you’ve ever called me Cal.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh. “Text me if you need anything or if you want to talk, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

I reached over the middle console and kissed his cheek. I flashed him one last smile before getting out of the car. I bent down slightly so that I could still see him. “Goodnight.”

He gave me a smile. “Goodnight.”

I walked up the pathway and opened the front door and saw that Calum had backed his car out of the driveway so that he could see me enter my house. I waved at him and then his car was gone.

I shut the door and leaned with my back pressed against it.

Yup. So far gone.

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